04/21/2003
What's
with this cheap tray?
My
aunt, Olive Leeper, lived most of her life at 607 Columbus Avenue with my
grandfather,
A.C. Leeper. She worked as a rural
school teacher for a few
years,
but when my grandmother deserted her children, Ollie quit her job
and
stayed home, caring for her brothers and sisters, including my dad, Bud.
A.C.
worked for the school district and was in charge of plant services being
a
self-taught steam boiler engineer. When
he retired he spent a lot of time
repairing
clocks before they were all tied up in collections. From a very
practical
perspective they had no money. My mom
and I lived in a bad house
on
Columbus and theirs was about the same; about as poorly constructed as one
can be
and still allow you to survive MN winters.
We
usually went to their house on Christmas Day.
Christmas Eve was spent with
my
mom's family and I usually got a few nice gifts, nothing excessive but they
were
special. At Ollie and A.C.'s I'd
usually get a nominal gift. As the
years
passed
on, the gifts became fewer and this was the last I received from them. It
was
probably in 1968 or 1969. After that I
was off working, doing National Guard
things
or in the cities at school. I never
really saw them very much after that
Christmas
and that, in hindsight, was neglectfull.
They aged even more and died
w/i a
couple of years of one another.
I don't
have many things from them and for some reason I was so out of it that
I never
even went there or offered to help my aunt Hazel clean out their house.
What
was I thinking? Regardless, they
provided unconditional love and were
my safe
haven on Columbus for the 13 years that I lived there. Both of them
are
gone, but I think of them every week, Olive and her 'innovative' way of
stretching
most meals with old bread or potatoes, and A.C. with his dry wit
and
limitless compassion for those worse off than him. They are part of me.
John
Leeper