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Mrs. Wuczynski went on. “When my Mom was living it was about nine cents a can. After she passed away, I’d buy Dad Carnation. That’s all he drank. By then it was 23 cents a can and he wouldn’t drink it because he felt it was too expensive. My daughter and I took nail polish remover and cotton and we’d erase the prices to make Grandpa happy.”
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There was a time in the mid 60’s that my mom loved Halloween. One year (before my grandmother passed) she dressed up as Charlie Chaplin. Went to Leavitt St. basement apartment and with other “kids” knocked on her door. My grandmother didn’t know it was her and laughed herself silly when my mom revealed who she was. Had the whole get up including derby mustache, coat, pants and shoes reversed and carried a cane. I wish I had pictures because she didn’t do stuff like that often.
The basement apartment back then was a family gathering place that was always crowded. Luckily, my aunt Vickie lived upstairs and so did aunt Joann. I remember grandma’s bed was covered with a feather stuffed comforter which in Polish is called a pierzyna or
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When we were toddlers I remember her letting us sleep on top of the comforter. It was like sleeping on a cloud.
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home, coming up the escalator I noticed a man talking to himself. At least that’s what it looked like but as I got closer he was mumbling words I couldn’t make out. Walked around him towards the Kimball Ave bus stop and looked back at him, just wondering what he was saying. His jacket was opened and he seemed to be saying something about his shirt (couldn’t make out the design) and admiring himself as he kept on singing. He was nicely dressed and looked to be in in his late 50’s early 60’s. Couldn’t see much of his face because his hood came down to the middle of his forehead. Of course being a female I happened to notice his physique. He was tall and slender and probably an outdoor worker or worked out a lot, whichever.
That alone was funny but when he stopped singing I recognized his language. He was still walking around the stairway area when my bus came.
Why was he loitering.? He wasn’t offensive just tipsy. My conclusion was that he was waiting for someone to get off the blue line train who just didn’t appear. And while on his way to the train stopped at a few bars along the way. It seemed everyone else kept their distance thinking he was schizophrenic and maybe dangerous. Not me as I have lived with schizophrenia and I know most people afflicted are victims not perpetrators of crime. Fox River valley “I miss the prairie grasses, etc. You would walk through the woods which were of course on an elevation (Fox River Valley down below) and come up to a clearing which was actually a prairie because of the area it covered. A scene from my childhood which is indelibly etched in my memory.” This was my. comment on a friend’s post. The view from the top was beyond beautiful in those days. The expressway killed it for hikers but made it better for bikers along the old railroad tracks that went through the area. Some of us would love to go back to those cleaner days before the car explosion and speeded traffic. We, because of my dad’s encouraging, sang songs that he knew and more or less taught us just by his singing. One problem was my mom, a real, died in the wool, back seat driver. I can almost hear her “Bruno, didn’t you miss a turn?” Can’t tell you if he did though.
A month and a half after Aunt Virge passed away Carol also lost her fight with cancer. She had been living in Tucson Arizona when she died in her sleep after a few days of pain. Carol was a trooper all her life and had been active up until a month before. Her daughter Sally Shamrell Murphy gave her a huge send off.
Caroline Shamrell 86, transitioned to her eternal home on Friday, August 30, 2013. She embraced life from the moment she was born in Chicago in 1927. Marine wife, restauranteur, church activist and fiercely loving mother of four, Carol was a creative force to all who knew her. Survived by her family: Sue (Tom) McIntyre, Tim (Anna) Shamrell, Sally (Glenn) Murphy, Mike Shamrell, Rich Shamrell, Don Thomas; four grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Her life Celebration will take place at St. Pius X Catholic Church on Friday, September 6, 2013 at 12:00 noon. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations in Carol’s name to TMC Hospice Foundation, 5301 E. Grant Rd., Tucson, AZ 85712. Arrangements by BRING’S BROADWAY CHAPEL.
I have so many memories of Carol in her 20’s and 30’s because she had introduced me to many social amenities as she was outgoing and I was the complete opposite. My first vacation, my first pizza, and a look at what my life could be. There are many posts about her passing on Facebook.
I have lost so many people from my family since 1996 that sometimes I can’t believe I am still alive while some others left before their time. That is to say they weren’t ready to go.
When Kit passed away in 2004 my first thought was a guy who loved life so much and wanted to stay on earth was taken much too early. He was just 56 yrs old and had had major operations but cancer of the esophagus was what killed him. It is possible if he had given up smoking he would have lived at least 10 more years. There is longevity in our family for those who choose the right life style. He certainly had people around him who loved and cared for him.
He loved to embellish his anecdotes to make them funnier and had he chosen writing would have done well. Really don’t think he ever thought about it that way as he just liked to entertain whoever was in the room.