A long drive and a bottle of perfume

Ken described his grandfather as a quiet and unassuming man.  However, in his younger days he certainly knew how to pursue a romantic interest.


                               Alfred Jay meets Emma Dresher
Alfred Jay was my mother’s father. He met his wife in an unusual way. It all started when Emma Dresher, a wealthy, young woman from the small town of Ringtown in the coal region in central Pennsylvania, came to Philly to shop for her Easter finery.
She always shopped at Wanamaker’s - it was the best, she felt.

While shopping this day she discovered a perfume she particularly liked, but they were out-of-stock. She was a good customer, so the clerk said he would hold some for her when it came in.

Nearby was Grandpop Jay. He was a window dresser at Wanamaker’s at the time and he overheard the conversation about the perfume.
“I’ll bring it to you,” he said, walking up to Emma and the clerk.
“But it is miles away in Ringtown,” Emma said, smiling at him.
“That’s no problem,” Grandpop said. “I always wanted to see that part of the State.”

And he did. And they were married just one year later…

Ken Wright

Generosity from Generation to Generation

The following story from Eleanor is indicative of many of her family stories about people caring for others and helping beyond expectations.  

The year is 1967.  Sam, my husband, an engineer, is being driven to the New Delhi airport for his return trip to the USA after a stay in India to put into operation a chemical fertilizer plant his company built for the Indian government.  He and the cab driver, Paresh, engage in light conversation.  Sam expresses his desire to return home, as his third child is about to be born. Paresh relates that his wife, also, was expecting their first child.  Living in a remote area, and working in the city to support his wife, the taxi driver was hoping to return home for the big event of his first child's birth.  The similarities of their circumstances touch Sam, and upon arrival at the airport  he gives Paresh a sizable tip.  Paresh is thrilled and begins jumping up and down, for this enables him to return home for the big event.

Watching our new daughter, Lynn, grow up, we often thought of the child in India and how he or she fared.  Lynn was afforded the opportunity of attending the best colleges and launched a career of her own.

Shortly after her father's passing, Lynn was returning from a business trip and being driven to the airport.  The cab driver told her his wife in India was expecting their first child and he was working long hours to support her and to be able to return for the birth.  In that instant, Lynn felt her father's presence in that cab.  Needless to say, the tip was sizable.

Eleanor Bongiorno
   

A December Tribute

Joann wrote a lovely piece about this month that paints a picture.  This is really not a wonder as Joann is also an artist and painter.   She stays very active at Plush Mills and has had a great 2017.   

              The Beautiful Renewal of December's Winter Season

Here we are at the end of December already after the beautiful Christmas holiday.  We received  a winter wonderland the Lord send us to enjoy.

How bountiful are the Lords Blessings for the Christmas Seasons and the end of the year!

I saw another fox run across the top of my hillside one afternoon while looking or glancing rather to the left of my living room.  He was pretty long - from the nose, which was hite again, to his white tail.  He seemed a darker color than last time; maybe dark brown or orange.

For Christmas Day I went to my brother's house in Wallingford, where Dale, Doreen, Daniel, and Samuel live.  We joyfully celebrated the Christmas holiday on December 25th 2017.

We exchanged our gifts we had for one another including a happy celebration of eating dinner together and our conversations about various things.  Dale mentioned how thankful we should be for doing as well as we are doing.  There never was a truer statement.

The Christmas tree in the corner, decorated by Doreen, Dale's wife of many years now was beautiful.  The love we enjoyed between one another as a family while exchanging gifts and the big gold balls on the tree seemed to radiate God's love for us, as well as for others remember the birthday of his son Jesus!

Our church services were also a great blessing to me this year of 2017.  They seem to give us rest and renew our spirits for the coming year of 2018- just around the corner this Sunday January 1st.

 JoAnn Petrovitch   

Italian Roots

Eleanor started this piece about her father during a writer's workshop session and read it to us after she wrote it.  One of the most enjoyable aspects of leading the group is hearing these stories read by the authors themselves.  As a group they provide respectful and important feedback to each other. 

                                      A Gentle Giant

                                               By Eleanor Bongiorno

     I recall my father as a strong, kind man who, despite numerous adversities, achieved much in his lifetime.

     The second oldest in his family, he was born in Italy.  His older brother died  of a childhood illness.

     He, age 7, his parents and younger siblings immigrated to the United Staes where, after learning English, he attended a one-room schoolhouse in the Pittsburgh area.  My grandfather worked the coal mines and the family lived in the "company house" and shopped in the "company stores."

     At age 14, because of economic necessity, my father left school to join my grandfather working in the coal mines.  Seeking a better future, the family migrated to New Jersey to work in the textile industry.

     My mom and dad were married in October, 1929, just before the beginning of the infamous Great Depression.

     They lost my younger sister in infancy.

     Though lacking in formal education, my dad read, and absorbed all he could.  I recall him reading poetry to me and my brother.

     When a failing textile business emerged, he seized the opprotunity, purchased it and truned it into a successful business.

     I will always be proud of his accomplishments in achieving the American dream. 

Thanksgiving: a time to remember grandparents

      Thanksgiving Story About My Relatives and Grandparents

                                                By Joann Petrovitch

     Mr. Hans E. Solum was my mother's father and lived in Marcus Hook, PA.  He was originally from Wisconsin and was from a Swedish and Norwegian background.

     He raised four children: three boys, Oliver, Eddie, and David and my mother Pauline.  He used to take them for a ride in a little red wagon like they still have today.  Every now and then one child would fall off the back and he would stop and pick them up.

     He met his wife, Mae, in Ocean City Maryland selling crabs at a crab stand.  Mrs. Solum was a good seamstress and hat maker, made all her dresses, and made and decorated hats for John Wannamakers.

     Mr. Solum worked at the American Viscoe in Marcus Hook, PA; he often called it the silk mill.

He loved children and was asked to be Santa Claus one year at, I believe, Wannamakers. Hans had a straight nose like Santa, blue eyes, and a happy face, his natural expression.  He refused the job because he said he could never give all those little children the presents he promised them because he couldn't afford it.

     One Saturday as I was driving down Faulk Road with my mother, she told me that her father would go into a wooden barn like structure in Boothwyn that we had passed on the left side of the road.  That was the place where he shoed horses.  Then we continued on down Faulk Road, a country road not far from here, sometimes singing "Over the River and through the Wood."   The same familiar Thanksgiving song many people enjoy at this time of year, just a week away.

     My uncle Eddie and Aunt Ruth lived farther down Faulk road and my mom, her mother and father the Solums often stopped and visited them.  We did this even when I was a school girl.  My two cousins, Eddie and Jane, also lived at the Early American style home their father, Uncle Ed,  built years ago.  The adults have long passed on, but Jane and Eddie are still living.  Jane lives in Maryland with her husband, Terry Innenmanne a former state trooper of Delaware.  Eddie lives in Delaware with his wife Susan.

     One memory my brother, Dale, mentioned at his last visit here to see me at Plush Mills was that Mr. Solum could bend a ten penny horseshoe nail between his index finger and thumb.  He was a strong Swedish man, my mother's father my grandfather.  

Tales of Family Romance

During our workshop time I asked the group to write a family story worthy of remembering.  Either a story they experienced first hand or one that should be passed down for generations.  Ken wrote about how his grand-parents first met and Eleanor wrote the story of how her daughter and son-law came to know one another with a nudge from a priest. Each worked on the story a bit more during 
the next two weeks and shared with the group.

                                  The Lord, Love, and Latte 

                                                          by Eleanor Bongiorno

My daughter Lynn was determined to put her Ivy League degree and grad school credentials to good use.  She relocated to Norwalk, Connecticut to further pursue her career.

Eager to involve herself in the community, she became an active member of er family oriented Church and sang in the choir.  She and her pastor developed a friendly relationship, and he offered her a bit of information:  "Young people usually attend Mass in Greenwich."

The next weekend, Lynn thought she'd give it a try.  During the service she noticed a young man seated in a nearby pew.  They made eye contact.  As they exited the church, Matt invited Lynn to Starbuck's for a cup of coffee, then a picnic lunch at the beach and "Shakespeare in the Park" evening.

This week they will celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary.

Starbucks was awed by their story and gave them small packets of coffee to use as favors at their wedding reception. 

 

A tribute to an amazing grandfather

Joan is a prolific writer and chose to share a story about her uniquely talented and inspiring grandfather.  She brought in the wonderful eggs he decorated to show our group his handiwork and flair for design.  Ken said that he could just picture Joan's grandfather and I think the rest of us would agree.

                                                Diddie

                                             By F. Joan Clelan 11/05/17

My grandfather was a very unique person in his later years.  His wife died the year I was born, and the only thing I know about her is that she was a Quaker by faith and what she looked like from a beautiful picture I have of her.

I called my grandfather "Diddie," and I loved him very much.  His occupation was a Painter and Paper Hanger, with his own business.  After he retired, he became Justice of the Peace for all of Bird-in-Hand, which was quite a large area in addition to the small town there.

On nice summer days he would sit on the porch of a large brick double house that he owned.  The policeman enjoyed stopping in to see him often.  He sat there with a cigar in his mouth, chatting with them for long periods of time.

We only lived down the road from him on the Old Philadelphia Pike.  As a young child I could walk up to visit him and he would always say gruffly, "What do you want?"  At that time he frightened me but I would reply, "I just came to see how you were doing and to say Hello."  Usually  he was in his study on my visits and there was always so much to look at.  He was a staunch Republican, and there was a very large bulletin board hanging on the wall with all the buttons for each Presidential candidate at least back from the 1900's.  Hanging with the buttons was all of the related paraphernalia.

He had many interesting abilities such as painting pictures of animals, houses, and flowers.  Beside that, at Easter time, he was well known for the hand-painted Easter eggs he designed.  For larger eggs, he obtained Goose eggs. On one I remember (and still have), he scratched the entire Lords Prayer with a penknife.  First he would paint them a solid color, then he would scratch designs such as Easter bunnies, chickens, stars, animals and so forth.

He carved many animals, some barnyard ones, a camel, a pencil-holder soldier, but mostly elephants.  On the elephants, he painted a cloth on their backs on which he would put individual names of family members.  He also made a set of wooden blocks which fit into a long rectangular wooden box that he made.  Today his great-great-grandchildren play with them.

One time when I was visiting him he asked me to pick out a picture that I wanted.  So I selected a house and when I look at it now, I think of him and what he would have to say about the world we live in today.

In earlier years he had a garden, which my Dad helped him with.  The two families canned many vegetables from that garden.  If you had a garden, Diddie would say "You have to plant sunflowers."

He had a good-looking black Ford automobile.  Each time it got dirty my eccentric grandfather painted it.  He became the talk of the town.

At Christmas, he always stopped by with a bushel of the largest Red Delicious apples I have ever seen.  My brother and I could pick out an apple and he always gave us both a silver dollar.

He lived with his 3 daughters, two of whom had careers, and he was proud of them.  I loved my Diddie who lived to be in his 90's.  There are many memories to hold dear in my heart.