Sunday, June 27, 2010
Their new home was perfect for what was to come. Each holiday we would fill the basement with long tables that were able to seat everyone by family. In the beginning, Great-Grandpa Vonderheide had the place of honor at the head of the table. Following his death, Grandpa held that seat. The table was set with crystal and china for the adults -- I am the proud owner of all of it. We had a routine for doing dishes following each holiday dinner.
Every Christmas each grandchild (with the assistance of parents) was allotted $10 to buy gifts. Evey tells the story of wanting some special material that was going to "break the budget". After searching for material that fell within the guidelines, Grandma went ahead and purchased what Evey really wanted. Evey was spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa's house and heard them discussing this budget dilemma. She recalls Grandpa saying that she (Evey) was worth it. What a memory.
At Christmas Grandpa would put up two displays in the yard. One would be of Santa, his sleigh and all of the reindeer. He had constructed all of it. The other was of a life-size manger. It was surrounded by fir trees.
Luckily for us, Grandma Ryan wrote the date and names of everyone in this picture. The picture was taken on January 2, 1955. Uncle Jim is on the left holding Terry. Moving to the right is Jim, Patty, Tom, Kathleen, Chuck, Bill, Carol, Evelyn, Tim, (front row - Diane, Mary Ellen, Karen and Steven).
Every Easter found all of us in our Easter best, often with the girls wearing hats, out in the front yard for the Easter Egg hunt. From the very beginning, we tended to be born in groups of three: Year 1 - Kathleen, Chuck and Bill, Year 2 - Tom, Evey and Carol, etc. We had built-in cousins who were comparable in age. What a childhood!
When we were older, I remember a trip to Container Corporation on Wooster Pike where Grandpa worked as a machinist. This particular business produced corrugated paper boxes, among other things. Grandpa arranged for all of us to tour the plant to get a better feel for what he did for a living.
Here is a picture taken with Grandpa with all seven Jones kids from what looks like the view of Cincinnati from Devou Park in Kentucky. He is holding Don. Sometimes I am sad that the "little kids" do not share the same memories as the "big kids" in our family. Hopefully they will know that they were loved.
Royal Joseph Francis Ryan was died on October 26, 1965 at the age of 65. He is buried at Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Montgomery, Ohio.