Wednesday, December 24, 2014

On the Edge of 100

I had a nice conversation with my Grandma St. Laurent this afternoon.  She will be turning 100 years old on January 2nd, and I still find it really hard to fathom living that long, seeing that much change, even in this day and age of advanced healthcare and longevity of life.  After my first interview with her, I chatted with her again about her life's recollections, but I unfortunately lost the notes and figured that waiting to document this kind of stuff is not advisable, so I am wasting no time.  Grandma doesn't really want a party or anything, but I think there is a lot to celebrate in her life!


What I learned today:

- Grandma didn't ever really celebrate Christmas or birthdays growing up.  She said that sometimes her sisters (the ones who lived in the same house with her) would save up and buy her a new coat.  

-When Grandma was around 12 she would take her sisters' kids out in the buggy so her sisters could do the housework during the day.  When she was a little older she would hang out at the park with other kids.

- I asked Grandma if her mother or father liked to sing (wondering if they ever sang music from their respective countries of origin).  She said her father loved music, and he had some cousins, also from Armenia, he would get together with and listen to music with them. She went with him a few times, and said she tried to learn a little bit of Armenian but never really did.  

- I wondered how her parents learned English.  While she didn't know, as they spoke English throughout her memory, she did say that her father may have taught -she did say "taught" more than once - lessons at night sometimes, though if they were language lessons or not was unclear.  I asked her about her mother speaking French, but come to find out she spoke German.  Well, Grandma never heard her speaking German, but she did know that when her mother was a child the Germans who had taken over that part of France took away all of their French books from the schools and they had to learn German.  Her mother had a cousin in Braintree (I think) that she would visit, and they may have spoken German to each other.  Grandma remembers taking the train for the visit.  Her mother also had cousins still in France that she would write to in German.  

- Was her mother a good cook?  Yes, she was a great cook!  The meal Grandma talked about was her mother's spaghetti.  She would make a huge pot of it, and her sister's kids would come over and eat it all up.  She used strained tomatoes but not a meat sauce.  Her mother would fry the leftovers in butter (then Grandma did...then Mom did...now we do!).  

- Another favorite was her mother's apple pie. She repeated multiple times how she could still smell her mother's pie - the cinnamon, the brown sugar, and she would put butter on the top of the crust.  Grandma would climb to the top of the apple tree in their yard (she kept saying what a tomboy she was) and pick the apples.  She would bring baskets of them over to the firefighters at the engine house across the street - they would call out for her to bring them apples.  She was not afraid of falling, and she never did.  She would hang upside down from the branches.  There was a pear tree too.  Grandma doesn't remember her mom making jam, but Grandma did once.  She said the pear jam was delicious and she brought some to her sisters and her mother. Great Grandma didn't make cookies, from what Grammy remembered.  She did make a yellow cake - her own recipe - but Grammy didn't like it as much as the boxed mixes.  She can't remember why, but she liked those better than her mother's cake.  

- As I wrote last time, her father worked for the city repairing roads during the Depression when the factory jobs were dwindling.  Her brother did too.  He had also worked at the shoe factory with her father but had bad allergic reactions to the chemicals used at the factory, so he got a job at a grocery store, and also worked repairing roads when economic times were bad.  Her mother would watch the grandchildren and clean the house and do dishes for everyone during this time because her sister's were also doing some kind of work.  Grandma got a job during the Depression sewing baby rompers because there were no other jobs to do.  It too was a government job, and she got paid $8 a week.  They worked from 8:30 to 4 pm sewing.  Grandma really liked it and liked to sew a lot.  The job didn't last long though; it was cut.  She learned to cook and sew in middle school.  She remembers making aprons and such.  

- Her love of sewing continued though.  After she got married, Grandpa bought her a sewing machine.  She made pant suits for herself - "one in every color." Their kitchen was cold, so Grandpa brought home a kerosene oil heater.  Even though the suits were in the closet, the smoke from the heater ruined all of her suits.  She was heartbroken because she had worked so hard on them.

- I asked her her thoughts about WWII, when it started, etc. or if her mother felt any animosity toward the Germans.  Grammy couldn't remember and asked me when it started. She didn't add anything, so I let it go.

- Grandma doesn't remember when exactly her family got electricity, but her family was still using gas lamps into her early teens. 

 Grandma isn't able to do a whole lot anymore, and I know she fears the day her license will be taken away from her.  She is very aware of all of her great grandchildren, and looks at their pictures often because she commented on a lot of them.  I wish I were there to sit with her, take her out on drives, and just be around so I would know more of this without having to do stealthy interviews (not that Grammy minds, but I feel like it is very deliberate).  She really only has her cat to keep her company most of the time.  I guess I am kind of a loner too like her, but I know it is a lot different for Grandma.

I used to think that all old people were the same and didn't understand when Grandma wouldn't go to the community center anymore because there wasn't really anyone there for her to socialize with.  Then it dawned on me - while a 70 or 80 year old may look the same to a lot of people (especially to young people), a lot of the other people in her community are from a different generation than she is - those 20 or 30 years separating them are pretty big, and it clicked how isolating it can be to be as old as Grandma is.  I wish she knew how interesting she is, how valued she is, and how loved she is.     

Friday, September 5, 2014

Walking the Daytime Streets of Chicago







The Lincoln Park neighborhood (on our way to church, which was being held in a neighborhood public school)
More of Lincoln Park























Monday, September 1, 2014

Walking the Nighttime Streets of Chicago

View from Libby's roof
View from Libby's roof
Yes, I'm creepy.  No, I wouldn't have taken it if there were people inside.
Rainy night


From the women's bathroom at the top of the Hancock Building





Myopic Books (Second only to Powell's in Portland)


Saturday, August 23, 2014

A Few Days in Chicago

I have made a few bucket lists in my day.  As I've matured, accomplished, and evolved, so has the list.  There has always been one item, however, that has stayed constant: to live on a main street in a big city.

Cities have always fascinated me.  From my childhood in Milwaukee, I remember driving through or passing the city, its skyline speaking importance and productivity.  Big cities were where fun things happened: museums, parks, festivals, food, people going places, sporting events, live theater, Christmas displays and lights, and even beaches.  They were always exciting to me, but they also were only visited with any substantial amount of time on special occasions, visible yet inaccessible. With every subsequent trip that I have taken, the desire to be living right in the thick of things has only gotten stronger - Florence, Venice, Washington D.C., Portland, Paris, Boston, Salt Lake City...Thus, the goal on my bucket list has remained.

With age and income, I have come to realize that my lifelong desire may never manifest itself the way I have always imagined.  It wasn't until a weekend visit this summer that I realized that I may have actually gotten to live my dream.  My friend Libby took a job as a flight attendant last year.  Though not her first choice, she was assigned the home base of Chicago.  Off she moved to the big city, and when I visited with my family this summer, I took a few days to visit her.  Little did she or I know at the time that I would be pretty much living my dream for the next few days.  

I had been to Chicago before, but this trip was so much better than all the others combined because she lives right in the middle of the action.  Before, I had stayed with friends in the suburbs, and we would take day trips in to visit the art or science museum.  It was always fun, and I was always impressed, but it was short lived.  I was visiting a tourist attraction, but never really connected with the city.  

This time, I was staying with someone who lived in the city - not the skyscraper, penthouse part, but where the real people of Chicago live.  We took the buses and trains everywhere.  We walked a lot, and saw neighborhoods that you see only if you go deliberately. Climbed the stairs to Libby's old, no air conditioning, and full of architectural charm apartment complex. We climbed to the roof to see the city skyline at night.  We ate at local places.  I had a tour guide, but the kind that lives and plays and works in the city; the best kind.  For all anyone knew, I lived there too (well, my camera kind of gave it away, but still...).  And I suddenly realized that while I wasn't paying rent there, while it was just for a few days, while I was still only pretending, because my dream was so open-ended on my list, I could decide if I had accomplished it or not.  And I felt really good about saying that I had.  

I'm only 35 and I still have a lot of living to do.  I may get to realize my dream the way I had pictured it when I was little, but there's also a strong chance that I may not.  But that is OK.  The thing about dreams is that they are often more fun when you get to share them with other people.  For a few days, my friend, without knowing it, helped me live a little bit of one of mine.  And my list, as a result, just got a little bit shorter.
(See the pictures in the posts below)

Eating in Chicago

I had so much fun eating in Chicago, even if it was a quick trip and there we didn't even scratch the surface of what Chicago has to offer.  

Of of my favorite stops was actually one in which I didn't eat anything, but it brought up a lot of happy memories of my trip to Italy the summer before: EATaly. It is an Italian market broken up into departments.  Each department also has its own restaurant - from seafood to wine to gelato, desserts, meats, produce and bakery.  It took all of my self control not to buy food there.  It was quite pricey, and the cheeses and salami's were particularly hard to resist, though overwhelming in their variety and intimidating in selection; it also would have been a challenge keeping them fresh and cold enough in my travels.  But it was a marvel to see.  I would like to go back, but next time with a purposeful intention to buy and a list to stick to.




Dumpling soup with pork and Chinese broccoli .  The broth was to die for.
at Penny's Noodles on Damon Ave.
Deep dish dinner at Pizano's, naturally!
  Breakfast part 1: donuts at Stan's (pistachio lemon; also tried orange glazed and chocolate covered orange)

Enjoying the view at Stan's
                                                  Breakfast part 2: Mindy's Hot chocolate
                                                  (look at that homemade marshmallow!)
Chicago dogs


I tried all of Chicago's iconic foods (including Garrett's delicious cheese and caramel pecan popcorn flavors, which isn't pictured).  I can't wait to go back and have a schedule revolving only around mealtimes again!  I am so glad Libby was a firm believer in trying new, exciting places and using food apps on her phone to get us there!
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