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Grandma Dorothy
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Friday, January 1, 1960 · Don Krumpos
Before He Was My Father
His history was very hidden. Maybe that was trauma. Maybe it was temperament. Maybe those are not as separate as we pretend. His father died when he was thirteen. His sister Catherine died not long after. Houses burned. More than…
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Thursday, June 11, 1964 · Don Krumpos
The One Photo
My grandmother had one photograph of my grandfather. Just one. It sat for as long as I can remember on a shelf in her house on Nicolet Drive, so constant I almost stopped seeing it, though it watched over everything.…
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Sunday, September 9, 1979
Sunday, September 9, 1979
It sure is hard trying to find the time to write in my journal everyday but I guess I'll just have to write when I can. We celebrated Donny's birthday last Tuesday the 4th at the Royal Scot. t was…
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Thursday, November 22, 1979
Thursday, November 22, 1979
Well, today was Thanksgiving. We had turkey with all the fixins'. Grandma Krumpos, Steve, Carol, Grandpa Schmidt and Jenny all came over for dinner. We all had a good time. Donny said "we had the best turkey in the whole…
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Tuesday, January 1, 1980 · Don Krumpos
The Pedestal Board
For a man who had once been president of a college chess club, my father did not actually play chess with me very often. Maybe a dozen times in all. Memory makes it feel like more. Perhaps because each game…
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Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos
The Books in His Bedroom
My father had a massive collection of books from college. At least it felt massive to me then. They lived in his bedroom, which made them different from ordinary household books. They were not simply around, not part of the…
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Thursday, January 1, 1987 · Don Krumpos
Tea on the Back Porch
I could tell my father loved my mother dearly. Not because he said it often. Not because they were romantic in any dramatic way. They were not a movie kind of couple. Their love belonged to a different language: rural,…