Something else that Suzanne brought over the other day was a prayer card that was Dad’s. On the back, written in his handwriting was a message that said something like: Rem (can’t tell what the first word is, maybe short for Remember) for my first holy com. (communion) from mamma and papa for Edmund.
I thought it was sweet that he referred to his mother and father as mamma and papa. It makes me think of Dad in a different way for some reason. Like wondering what he was really like as a kid. I’ve heard stories. One that I was told not to tell as long as his sister Hilda was alive, but since they are both gone now, perhaps it’s okay. According to a relative, Aunt Hilda was particular about her things and she had her own washcloth because she was really careful about her face. Having your own washcloth back then was kind of a rare thing. Imagine that? I guess Dad didn’t like that so he snuck into the bathroom when she wasn’t looking and blew his nose in her washcloth. I can see him now giggling. Boys will be boys.
Did you do anything like that to your siblings?