One day, as a young child, I was visiting my cousins when I discovered that I had a grandpa I knew nothing about.
When she was 17, my mom got pregnant with my oldest sister Pam. Mom’s disengaged, neglectful father disowned her. Being that he rarely talked with her anyways, I don’t know that it broke her heart, but she’s no longer with us so I can’t say for sure. My mother and my grandmother would get together, secretly, fairly often. I loved my happy, fun loving grandma Ruth.
We met grandpa Virge for the first time somewhere around my eighth birthday. That would’ve made my sister Pam around 19! Talk about holding a grudge.
Anyhoo, my grandparents eventually moved to a town called Yucca Valley, which is about an hour from Palm Springs, California. We would visit often, and although an introvert, Virge took a liking to me. He gave me a nickname and would allow me to sit in his studio while he worked on his art. All the years he made his wood enlay pictures, he never gave a single one away except to me. I loved him and liked spending time in his studio. While he worked, he played a radio station out of Palm Springs that was oldies. It was there I learned to love Dino, Perry Como, Eddy Arnold and Andy Williams. Moon River was the first dance at my wedding but this was probably the one I liked the best as a child.....
Virge died when I was 18. I wish I could have shared my new found love of golf with him. That would have been a treat. He wasted a lot of years being angry. Such a shame.
When he died, we each got to pick pieces of his art for our own. They started with the oldest, my mom, and worked their way down. Mom and her two siblings, then each of the 12 grandchildren until the youngest, my brother Tommy got his, then they started over again. As he had been prolific, everyone got at least two, quite a few got three. Mostly western scenes, cowboys, horses, and wildlife. I got a Native American on horseback, a cocker spaniel and a cross. On the back of the Cocker was an engraving, “to my Little Bit, with love”.
When she was 17, my mom got pregnant with my oldest sister Pam. Mom’s disengaged, neglectful father disowned her. Being that he rarely talked with her anyways, I don’t know that it broke her heart, but she’s no longer with us so I can’t say for sure. My mother and my grandmother would get together, secretly, fairly often. I loved my happy, fun loving grandma Ruth.
We met grandpa Virge for the first time somewhere around my eighth birthday. That would’ve made my sister Pam around 19! Talk about holding a grudge.
Anyhoo, my grandparents eventually moved to a town called Yucca Valley, which is about an hour from Palm Springs, California. We would visit often, and although an introvert, Virge took a liking to me. He gave me a nickname and would allow me to sit in his studio while he worked on his art. All the years he made his wood enlay pictures, he never gave a single one away except to me. I loved him and liked spending time in his studio. While he worked, he played a radio station out of Palm Springs that was oldies. It was there I learned to love Dino, Perry Como, Eddy Arnold and Andy Williams. Moon River was the first dance at my wedding but this was probably the one I liked the best as a child.....
Virge died when I was 18. I wish I could have shared my new found love of golf with him. That would have been a treat. He wasted a lot of years being angry. Such a shame.
When he died, we each got to pick pieces of his art for our own. They started with the oldest, my mom, and worked their way down. Mom and her two siblings, then each of the 12 grandchildren until the youngest, my brother Tommy got his, then they started over again. As he had been prolific, everyone got at least two, quite a few got three. Mostly western scenes, cowboys, horses, and wildlife. I got a Native American on horseback, a cocker spaniel and a cross. On the back of the Cocker was an engraving, “to my Little Bit, with love”.

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