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Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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Nice memory, Steve. Millie and Tony came to the family’s rescue so many times. She was my godmother and gave me my first bike. No more riding Dino’s “boy” bike. Mine was new, blue, and shiny.
It’s been a different Easter today, but I’m sure we’ll all remember why.
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On Apr 12, 2020, at 8:37 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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this def makes the top 5
HE one and all - stay well
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On Apr 12, 2020, at 8:37 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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I don’t remember that. ?I do remember we had great meals every night. ? It was always the more the merrier around that kitchen table.? Mim and Addie loved you guys. ?They wanted you to be the best at everything...challenging for both of you. When their grandchildren came along it was pure love, acceptance, and admiration. ?We all make better grandparents than parents. ?Mim was right. You guys are something special! ?Love to you and Randy.
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I remember your family living with us. And it was kindergarten or first grade so from that view. I don’t remember or haven’t heard this story but I was young then and not so young now. I was probably a pain fighting over the tv and game rules. Something about Batman and honey west? ?I know I was bratty and bossy. ?
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Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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Jacque, I doubt that you were bratty or bossy, and even if you were, look how you turned out - caring and kind.?
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On Apr 14, 2020, at 4:53 PM, jacque aby < mjaby@...> wrote:
I remember your family living with us. And it was kindergarten or first grade so from that view. I don’t remember or haven’t heard this story but I was young then and not so young now. I was probably a pain fighting over the tv and game rules. Something about Batman and honey west? ?I know I was bratty and bossy. ? On Apr 12, 2020, at 8:37 PM, Steve Ruggieri via <sjrugged@...> wrote:
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Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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You weren’t as my memory recalls. I don’t even think you had woken up yet.?
I do remember getting caught sneaking out of the 2nd floor bedroom window above the kitchen. Obviously I hadn’t thought it out cuz everyone sitting in the kitchen heard someone walking on the roof. Lol
My cat burglar career never took off like I had planned.?
Love Randy
Jacque, I doubt that you were bratty or bossy, and even if you were, look how you turned out - caring and kind.?
Stay healthy.? Elaine On Apr 14, 2020, at 4:53 PM, jacque aby < mjaby@...> wrote:
I remember your family living with us. And it was kindergarten or first grade so from that view. I don’t remember or haven’t heard this story but I was young then and not so young now. I was probably a pain fighting over the tv and game rules. Something about Batman and honey west?? I know I was bratty and bossy. ? On Apr 12, 2020, at 8:37 PM, Steve Ruggieri via <sjrugged@...> wrote:
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Tough intro huh?
First, Happy Easter everyone.?
Ok, it was 1966 I think, we had a fire at 126 Ridge and were happily invited to move in with Aunt Millie for the duration of the renovation. I was in 6th grade at Kennett?Elementary next to the jr-sr high school. Yea, we had to learn how to navigate a bus from Toughkenamon??to the high school drop off. After walking it was challenging. Randy was in second grade.?
Easter at Millie’s, Sally and Jacque we’re also living there. Jacque, fill in if you were not about kindergarten age, memory is spotty. Anyway, Easter morning my brother and I came down to see a huge Easter basket(Jacque’s).?It was monstrous. In our awestruck speechlessness we got busted by our mom. She was so embarrassed, as guests,??by our reaction to Jacque’s basket that mom?immediately ordered Randy and I to take our wonderful Easter goodies to the migrant workers living on the mushroom farm campus. All we succeeded in doing for them was rudely awaking these young men, living in barracks far from their loved ones on Easter, hoping to get some well deserved extra sleep. After waking them coming out their door seeing two quaking kids wanting to honor mom’s orders to share, we dropped our baskets and ran. I’ve no idea what they thought. This episode in our young lives may or may not explain certain relationships I and possibly Randy have towards family, religion, immigrants and who I see myself today. Sally, Jacque I’m not sure if you were even aware of this episode in our lives, but rest assured, it was just one day. We were kids. We accepted, adapted and knew family and love are all important. Still, at that moment when those young men came busting out of their dorm yelling in?Spanish was a pants wetting moment.? Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
The grumpier you are, the more assholes you meet. ? ? ? ? ?Banksy
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