Family Stories

Hope Springs Eternal

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by Rose Hruska It was in the very early l940’s that the State of Illinois passed a law requiring all motorists to have a driver’s license. I sent in my application, but to my dismay was informed that I would have to take a driving test. I had not driven enough miles. I wonder about that “honestly is the best policy” bit. I unhappily greeted my husband Charlie when he came home from work. “What’s the matter”, he asked. “Did Chuck (our eight year old baseball enthusiast) “break another window?” “Worse than that” I answered, “I have to take a...

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The Dish Disease

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Recently, we had the interior of our house painted.  This, of course, meant all the furniture would be moved, including the three china cabinets.  The china, crystal, silver, vases and other decorative objects had to be wrapped in paper and packed in boxes.  Worse, when it was all finished they had to be unpacked, washed and polished.  As I stood at the kitchen sink, up to my elbows in soapy water, with the smell of the rinse water vinegar clearing my head, my thoughts turned to my sister, Judith.  So I took a break and called her. “Judith,...

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Sex, Lies, and a Great Deal of Agitation in the Family Tree

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Young people always believe that they have invented love, romance and sex.  Yes, well, their parents must have had sex once or twice in order to conceive them, but after that, ick!, it is awful to contemplate.    But love and romance, and all the attendant emotions, both good and bad, have been rampant in every generation, including the lives of your ancestors.   I have often thought that if I were ever going to write a romance novel, I’d start with the story of my Grandmother Glenn. Claudia Johnson was born September 30, 1885, the youngest...

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Mothers

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Why don’t we listen to our mothers? They are nearly always right. They are as near selfless as it is possible for a human being to be. And yet, we seem to have a built-in contrary instinct to believe they don’t know what they are talking about. Our family is no different, starting as far back as I have data. When I was a child, one of my mother’s constant admonitions was, “Don’t run with scissors.” I thought it was a pretty silly admonition because why would you run with scissors anyway, and besides I wasn’t going to fall down. But she had...

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Learning to Like Bohemian Food

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Growing up in southern Illinois with a father who was a picky eater, I hadn’t had a lot of culinary adventures when I went off to college. My mother, like everyone in her family, was an excellent cook. Her grandchildren swear that no one could compete with her fried chicken. She made wonderful beef pot roasts with potatoes, carrots and onions, baked fabulous pies and her homemade hot rolls are still the standard to which her granddaughters-in-law aspire. She and her mother and sisters canned peaches and green beans and helped the church...

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Chuck’s First Job

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Chuck and I met in the fall of our freshman year at the University of Illinois. It was at an exchange between my sorority, Chi Omega, and his fraternity, Sigma Pi. I suppose exchanges are still a part of college life, but for those of you who aren’t familiar, an exchange was a social occasion, held at one of the houses in the afternoon. It was a way to meet new people in an acceptable way. Remember that in the 1950s, there were rules meant to protect girls and their reputation. There was no internet dating and nice girls didn’t go...

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