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Nebraska und Zee Germans (or, “see, Germans!”)

In between my trip to the other side of the world and returning to Washington I had the opportunity to do a roadtrip with my parents from Houston to Nebraska.  I was 2 days back from Indonesia and quite jet-lagged, but it was nice to spend the time with them.  It was different without my brother poking me, looking at me, or otherwise trying to intentionally annoy me, but even so, it was nice.  Oh, wait.  I did that to him, didn’t I?  Whatever.  You get the idea.  Brother, you were missed.  That’s what I’m saying.

When we made it to Nebraska we went to Elm Creek, which is where one of my cousins lives.  She just turned something older than most people, and she has more energy than most as well.  She hosted several people for a mini-family reunion.  That’s part of the family that I don’t know very well, as Nebraska is not close to Houston.  I’ve only been there once before, and I was just 3 years old back then.  I had a chance to meet several cousins of various relations, most of which I couldn’t put together on a family tree, but all are related in some way or other, and we had a grand time telling stories of times gone by.  Hearing about Barb pushing a Model T up a hill because it wasn’t designed with a fuel pump, only to learn that she could have driven it backwards without any trouble was such fun!  They all liked my story about blowing up the microwave while trying to hardboil some raw eggs, especially when it was clear that my version and the “official” version (read- “Ernie’s”) differ on a major point.

One of the nicest things, however, was that I had the opportunity to introduce my mom to her cousin Susie from Germany.  I have visited her and her husband Reinhardt two times in the past in Stuttgart, and yet my mom had not met her before.  They were so fun to talk to.  They liked taking walks after meals and so we did that a couple of times in what turned out to be beautiful Nebraska weather.  I look forward to visiting with them again sometime in Germany.  Good times!


Comment from Rob
Time: 5 November, 2007, 1:12 pm

Post-meal perambulation is a joy I’ve only recently discovered but will not soon abandon. I’m glad that your family sees the value as well.

Comment from Dad
Time: 5 November, 2007, 2:25 pm

I see Rob is getting his daily exersize by going the extra mile, using
perambulation in place of walk. It does require a few more ergs.
Sorry Rob, I couldn’t help it. I was impressed with the slim look you had when I last saw you.

Comment from steven
Time: 5 November, 2007, 2:36 pm

Why, you never intentionally annoyed me. Never. Well, except for that one time we had to listen to such deliciously horrible music both to- and from- Colorado. If they can play worse music in Hell, I should hope I never hear it. (If only I could remember the name of the alleged musicians who foisted such horrors on my ears. I will never forget that. I would have paid for simple U2 or anything with an actual melodic line….)

Oh, but I digress.

I sure missed being there, too. That would have been such a wonderfully insightful time, in some ways, being with the Gauger extensions. That’s a true loss.

P.S. I have no idea what the comment above mine means, or what ergs are.

Comment from steven
Time: 5 November, 2007, 2:53 pm

P.P.S. I wasn’t there for the egg controversy, but here’s how it went down.

It was Saturday at lunch time.

Daddy says “don’t put that egg in the microwave.” D. argues timidly (the only way he ever argued with Daddy at the time). Daddy angrily explains the physics, but is less thorough than usual, overwhelmed as he is by the threat to the family’s brand new microwave oven.

D. remains unconvinced. When nobody’s looking, he puts the egg in the Pyrex cup, puts cup in oven, and turns it on for two minutes or whatever. About the time the water might have boiled, there was a loud pop!

Daddy leapt up, and of course, he was right. Dennis had ignored him, and the floor of the microwave was shattered–but not the Pyrex. Egg and water were everywhere. Mama, who had worked the night before, emerged about that time, still in her nightgown, and was reduced to tears over her new oven.

Or was it over her hard-headed son?

She already had me to deal with–but the egg thing wasn’t really my style.

Comment from m.
Time: 6 November, 2007, 3:40 pm

It was definitely the microwave! Are you kidding?
And your daddy has no idea that he’s never met
Rob. I will explain.
Meanwhile, “erg” is a wonderful word. Look it

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