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Tante Irmgard Story
As you might have heard, boxing great Max Schmeling died.
There is a fantastic Tante Irmgard story about Schmeling and I’ll be damned if I can find it in my notebooks. I got out the whole collection this morning, even crap I didn’t even know I still had. (You know that dreadful juvenile crap that should be burned but for some reason you save, just in case you run out of reasons to feel humiliated?) I have 39 pages of notes from that trip but nothing on that story.
I think the event occured in the 80’s and something about Irmgard talking to him on the phone and I think he was a cranky old man. If he died at 99 then he was old twenty years ago which jives with the vague recollection of the story I think I heard. Since I don’t have an actual satisfying narrative for you, I’m going to substitute a different Tante Irmgard story that I found while searching for Max Boxer.
Tante Irmgard Rolls
In 1951 Irmgard got a license to drive a motorcycle. According to her, she was the first woman to get a license to drive a big motorbike in Hamburg (Germany). I see no reason not to believe her. According to my notes it was a 500 HP BMW with a sidecar with a dog in it and if that isn’t a true description of a motorbike, keep it to yourself. You get the idea.
When she went for her test, the Prüfer (tester guy) took one look at her and said, “I have a wife and 2 children.” He had to ride in the sidecar with his leg hanging out.
In 1954 Germany was in the World Cup which was going on in Switzerland. Irmgard rode her motorcycle all over Germany and was pulled over 5 times and and asked to show her license. She was with a group in Switzerland watching the final match between Germany and Hungary. (I’d love to give you more informative links but sometimes search engines suck big cheese.) I have an additional note about how Irmgard had a big crush on the German goalie (“ah, looks so good”) which my notes cryptically name as “Tony Toureck” and I can’t find reference to this dude anywhere so if you know his actual name and want to sent it to me, cool.
I guess Irmgard was watching the game with some Turks and Tony dreamboat made a save and Irmgard had her sunglasses in a plastic case and hit one of the guys with her case. They were rooting for Hungary. German won: a major upset.
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Tagged revisiting old things, soccer, World Cup
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Day Off From Work
I took today off from work for an extra long weekend. Then it turned out Bob had to work and I thought about bagging and going to work and saving the day off for later but by then I already had “day off” in my head and it’s not like I didn’t have stuff to do so I went ahead and stayed home. I did a long yoga practice, two loads of laundry and threw the chicken carcass into the slow cooker and covered with water so I can make soup in the next day or so. I also watched a VH1 special on Big Brother.
Then I called Kimberlee to see if she was up for a visit and after I talked to her I ran over to Zupans to get some stuff for her for dinner. Kimberlee is my massage therapist and she had twins in June and I never know what kind of baby things to get. How many adorable little outfits can a Mom use? (I know that’s not the point, the point is adorable little outfits but I’m too practical for my own good). So I decided to bring her dinner – some Italian casserole type things, salads, a big loaf of bread, a bottle of wine and some fancy brownies.
I went to see Garden State (Bilbo is the Dad!!) and then I had to go to the police station to pick up my police report from my stupid fraudulent Visa problem and of course I brought a giant sheaf of paper with everything except the case number so that didn’t work. But I stopped at K’s on the way home and dropped off dinner and got to play with two very cute little babies. So a very good day.
Another great thing about today is Angel season 4 came out on DVD. Yesterday I asked Bob to guess what was coming out on DVD that would make me really excited and he said he couldn’t think of anything. So then I mimed fangs and then angel wings and he got this horrified look on his face and really couldn’t guess. I told him, “Angel” and he said, “Omigod, I had no idea what you were doing.” Just today I put Angel in the queue and I had already added another season of Buffy and the first season of Roswell (am I the biggest geek or what? It’s all Billy’s fault. He got me into these shows and then quit watching them, bastard.) Bob had added about 20 foreign films no one has ever heard of so now our queue is totally out of control with like 60 movies. At three a week, we won’t be running out anytime soon.
The weekend went fantastic. The Neuners arrived on Sunday afternoon and Bob took Sophie and Lena to Last Chance Summer Dance (I’d provide a link but radio stations have stupid slow-loading hard to navigate pages that aren’t worthy of my link) with Avril Lavigne. Flori took Annie and Luis to OMSI and Lisa and I hit Ann Taylor and tried on everything in the store. Excellent time. On Monday Lisa and I went to Trader Joes and everyone else went to Fort Vancouver and learned to make nails and we had a yummy lunch then they hit the road for Orleans to see Captain Curt (and everyone else.) It was fantastic and for the second time this summer I was able to say, “[insert name of young person] please don’t hit Yoda on the head with the light saber.” And I was asked for the second time why I have so many Star Wars toys. (I thought I had another post on this but I can’t find it right now.) As we were packing them out the door they were asking about the playground and Spinart and R2D2 so I think we may get another visit someday.
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No One Went Hungry
Joe Strummer died. How tragic and unfair is that?
We’re back from Cali and a fantastic time was had by all. I ate roughly 100 times my body weight in a matter of several days and my exercise program went out the window between the rush for writing class, the weather, and the travel. Once you let that momentum go, inertia rushes in. I think that’s an oxymoron and probably defies principles of physics, but it happens to be true. I made the Cook’s Illustrated shrimp Creole gumbo recipe and it rocked on 10 planets. Everyone thought so. I can’t wait to make it again. I also made a big breakfast strata and brought up a basket of lunch meat and wurst from the German deli. Mom made 4 kinds of cookies, all my favorites and any time there was tasting to be done, I had to eat one of each. Let me just emphasize that no one went hungry.
The drive down was perfect weather: clear and sunny. The drive home consisted of grey, hard rain continuously from Happy Camp to Albany but no snow on the pass which was nice. We were prepared for the worst.
I’m recovering from a nasty cold. I have zero patience when other people complain about their colds, but man, a cold is so rotten. And I couldn’t sleep because of all the gagging, phlegmy coughing so yesterday we bought a cough suppressant which had something in it that kept me awake. At least I wasn’t coughing. I managed to finish all the reading in the drawer and half of Lee Maracle’s book Will’s Garden. We’re still unpacking stuff and cleaning up, doing laundry, restocking the fridge, etc. We got the boxed set of 24 for xmas and I broke that open. I suspect I will be glued to the screen for some time.
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The Wisconsin Report
We flew into Madison on Saturday night and picked up our fun rental car, a Pontiac Bonneville. As Luke Skywalker once said, “What a piece of junk.” I think it’s supposed to be a luxury car but it rode bumpy and seemed noisy. We drove up to Baraboo to the Ho-Chunk Casino and Convention Center where my event was being held.
Sunday was a free during the day so we went to the Circus World Musuem which was fabulously cheesy. My family is, among other things, circus people and I went to Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus pretty much every year from tot to teen. We parked the car and could see the park across the river and the “big top” and I thought it was the coolest sight ever. There is a museum with endless historical artifacts and the out buildings from where the circus wintered way back at the turn of the century (1900) and then the park has a parade and various shows like the juggling workshop and then we saw the big top show. We ended up spending almost the whole day there.
In the evening the Ho-Chunks hosted a welcome feast and we tasted traditional foods and enjoyed traditional dancing. Monday the convention began. Bob went back to Circus World to visit the research library and pull up some stuff on Circus Renz and I attended rah-rah sessions on Tribal Employment. Bob got the slot machine fever — he needed some change to buy a paper and I suggested he put a few bills in a machine and he came back upstairs a half hour later and said, “I won $18.” I, of course, lost everything I put in the machines in about 2 seconds.
Meanwhile, the World Cup Soccer freak was hoping to see the USA v. Mexico game in an ideal setting, hopefully in the bar on one of the numerous screens they had devoted to sports. “What game?” was the reply to my inquiry. They didn’t know about the game — they were planning on being closed. The Casino main floor wasn’t much help either, “The TVs stay on the channel they’re on,” I was told. “But it’s the World Cup,” I repeated several times. No World Cup Fever in Wisconsin. I ended up waking up at 1:40am courtesy of the unusual traditional feast foods and thought “well, I’ll just check the score,” and USA was up 1-0 and I was glued to the screen until 3:40am. Then I had to try to sleep after the win.
Tuesday I attended more sessions while Bob went off to the Frank Lloyd Wright Taliesin all day tour. He could not stop talking about this tour. “We put on little booties and walked around the house!” he gushed. Tuesday night there was social dance in the bar in the casino and we ended up sitting next to these ladies. “Where are you from?” one of them asked. “Washington,” I said. “Oh, we’re from a little town in Northern California on the Klamath River,” she told me. “I’m Karuk,” I said. We were sitting with three members of the Karuk tribe. We had a fun time partying with them.
Wednesday I left the convention early and we headed into Wisconsin Dells which, unless you’re from around there, must be seen to be believed. It’s an endless strip of gigantic water parks, indoor and out, go-karts, miniature golf, upper River tours, lower River tours, water shows, salt water taffy outlets — it goes on and on. We were driving along and I kept saying, “I can’t friggin believe this place.” We ended up visiting the H.H. Bennett Historical Museum — he was a photographer in the late 1800’s. We talked about going to a water park but those places cost $30 for day pass and I wasn’t up for it.
From there we drove back to Madison and wandered around the University district with shops and some atmosphere and also the State Capitol. Our flight home left at 6am Thursday which means a 4am wake up call which means 2am Pacific Time — it took me two days to get my clock back on schedule. But overall, I can’t say enough nice things about Wisconsin. It is pretty with lots of green and nice people and easy to get around. And lots of cheese.
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Tagged Ndns, soccer, World Cup
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