
My grandparents, John E. Bierwirth and Alice Marguerite Von Bernuth, got married near her family home in PA in 1922. Then they went off for a short ( even shorter than they had planned!--They ran out of money!) honeymoon in Buck Hill Falls, PA. Then they moved to Lawrence and that is where they raised their family: John and Nancy. My mother used to try and get me to learn things: here is an example: She would tell me stories of how every week the ice cream truck came around and Uncle Jack would race out and recklessly spend his dime on an ice cream bar, whereas my MOTHER would carefully save hers, and after all that saving, when she married my father, they had enough to build our HOUSE. That is right, 24 years of 52 weeks of dimes added up to our house.
No wonder I was bad at math!
My grandmother was ultra cool. Once I said to her, "you know what?" and she said, "No, what?"
I then told her something I had never bothered to tell anyone else. I said, "Gama, you know, sometimes I look at trees and I see faces...or I see faces in bark and so on!" She got really excited and agreed that tree viewings were common in our family. Then we spent the next hour examining face-type things outdoors happily. I think it was an Authur Rackham deal.
I was her best kid, until my younger cousin came along. Wah! The disappointment of being second best!
I was crazy about my grandmother. My grandfather too! He was the head of a liquor company, and neither of them drank! What a paradox. He worked hard and changed the company within 4 years into a chemical company instead of focusing on the liquor, much more worthwhile. For example, they were the first to introduce jojoba oil primarily at first as a replacement for whale sperm oil, I think. Many things...polyethylene. Titanium. He brought Werner Von Braun over here to be brainy for the "good guys" instead of the "bad guys"!
And boy did my grandparents love us. It was a sweet thing, that family love.
My grandmother adored our little kitchen garden. The one which wasn't "for show". We would often see her (she would sneak over here!), busy, working in a dress and high heels, over near the laundry "fort"<--I can't remember what the heck those are called, pulling crab grass or repainting our garbage cans repeatedly with pretty flowers on them! She was amazing.
She had her own fancy big house she never worked on, but she loved to work on ours! What a lovely woman. And the biggest thing in her life was my grandfather. When he died, she died two weeks later. The doctor said to my mother, "I think Jack's calling her..."
Labels: 1922, Married May 26