Last night my daughter called. Random Granddaugher and her mommies took a trip to Chicago to visit RG’s co-dads. She reported that they had a wonderful time.

Dad is sort of a mover and shaker in Chicago, something involving non-profits, though nobody seems to be able to explain to me exactly what he does. My daughter was rather taken with Chicago. Perhaps it is something to do with genetics, as I was born in Chicago; although as I left when I was four years old, I don’t remember much about it.

When not traveling half way across the country, RG has been attending “day camp” at the School for Very Bright Children, a school where Mommy (birth mother) teaches. RG starts kindergarten at this school in September. Apparently she has been loving day camp. Mama (my daughter) reports at the end of day camp each day RG is so excited she is overwrought, and begs not to have to leave and go home.

My daughter has just about finished with her job. She has about a week of final clean up to do. In September, she starts graduate school. She will be studying “Medical Genetics.”

As we live in a world that is seriously sick, my daughter has a big job ahead of her.

6A Paternal Ancestor Tales

October 27, 2007

My paternal grandfather Harry was a dentist in Chicago who became enraptured with one of the Kellogg brother’s theories that enemas could cure and prevent most illnesses. I don’t remember Grandpa Harry, but I remember as a child getting a few enemas from my parents, so I don’t not remember Grandpa Harry very fondly.

My paternal grandmother Agnes was an early feminist, pacifist, and social climber. I’m not sure how a Jewish feminist pacifist could socially climb very far in Chicago in the 1930s, but apparently climb she did.

Also, Grandfather Harry apparently did not make much money giving enemas. I can’t imagine why. It seems like an activity that would catch on like a wildfire, or maybe like a flood. However, Grandma Agnes got herself into the society pages fairly often, so people in Chicago thought our family had a lot of money. My father told me a fellow college student at one time asked him once if he could borrow my father’s car. The classmate was astonished and disbelieving when my father told his classmate his family didn’t own an automobile. (Apparently, the reality was that the family moved fairly frequently because they could not pay their rent.)

Also, when I was born (Agnes’ first grandchild), Agnes apparently was in a state of denial because she thought that being a grandmother did not accord well with her social-climbing ambitions, so for a bit she refused to accept being called a “grandma.” After a couple of years, however, she made an abrupt about face, and founded Chicago’s first “Grandmother’s Club” and became a social-climbing Grandma.