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Intro The Family Albert Adolph Betty Joe Harry Ernst Gunnar Einor Gösta * * * Email Gösta * * * Leave a Comment * * * Swede's Dock * * * |
Uncle Einor's nickname was "Skoughtta Wheat" which stood for "full of " what Keith used to call "bull dinky", which was a pretty fair description of him. He liked nothing better than a good joke, on himself or someone else, it didn't matter. One time in the 40's we were visiting Sea Bright and stayed at Aunt Rita's (who was from Ireland). The Bay Avenue Lovgrens were there too, so that little house was pretty crowded. It must have been during the war or right after because we all went by train because of gasoline rationing. Anyway it was getting on time to go home, the grownups were feelin pretty good and laying it on Einor as how it was his responsibility to get us all home. Either that or start feedin us. Well Einor couldn't afford to feed that gang, so he disappeared saying he was going get us a ride. Everybody laughed because they all knew he didn't know anybody at the bus company, which was the only way you could move that mob. A little later he came in the back door and hollered "Okay, everybody out of my goddammed house! Your ride is out front waiting." Pop opened the front door and there was a great big moving truck backed right up to the front porch. In comes Bowser, the mover, with a handtruck and Einor started pointin' at people for him to roll onto the truck. I don't remember how we finally got home that time. I can remember comin home a couple times with everybody jammed into Gunnar's green car. I would often spend several summer weeks in Sea Bright when still in grammar school. They were fond times, swimmin' in the river at the end of the street. Often Robert's cousins on his mother's side would be there from Brooklyn too. Peggy worked at an ocean pavilion and would stand us ice cream when the boss wasn't looking. The pavilion rented air mattreses to ride the waves, (10 cents an hour, an absolute fortune) and Peggy would finagle a couple for us when it was slow. It seems whatever money Peggy made she spent on the kids, even took Robert and me to Yankee Stadium a couple times. I codfished with Uncle Einor one winter, which is just about as tough as it gets. First you gotta shuck 5 or 6 bushel of clams to bait 7 tubs of gear. Each tub would have 400-500 hooks spaced 1 1/2 fathoms apart. The hooks were fastened to nylon leaders (snoodens) about 18" long, run through a cork to keep them off the bottom so you wouldn't catch skates. Anyway you would bait the gears the night before and leave around 4 or 5 the next morning. The way you set the gear was to fasten a couple of sash weights to one end then steam the gear out. Someone had to watch to make sure there were no snarls with all those hooks and I can still see Einor standing in the stern, using a stick to bail the gear overboard, signaling me to go faster (if you went too slow, it would snarl in the water). Bitter cold with a Coleman lantern for heat in a drafty skiff. Everything frozen. Let the gear set for an hour, then start to pull it, by hand of course. Always wet. Water freezing to ankle-deep slush as it ran off the gear coming aboard. Canvas gloves because rubber were too clumsy to hold the gear. Took about an hour a tub. Get back in about five in the afternoon and start all over again. Used to hire baitors to bait one set of tubs while you were at sea, but they usually got drunk or found something better to do, so we had to do it ourselves most of the time, which meant we didn't get home until 9 0r 10. One thing that has always impressed me was when Aunt Rita died she was laid out in her living room. That's the way it should be, not some cold assed funeral home. Those unctuous funeral people give me the creeps. The Baptist church came in one evening and had a service, which was nice for a good Irish catholic. Marion (who was named after my mother) was only the second Lovgren (Carl -Albert's son- was the first) to graduate from college (Monmouth College), which she did pretty much on her own as I'm sure there was never much loose money around Church Street. I imagine Peggy pushed her pretty hard. Uncle Einor's family has had just about the hardest run of luck I have ever heard of. It started with Robert when he was just a little kid. He had gotten some sort of stubborn bone infection and was in and out of the hospital a half dozen (or more) times. One time he was being given penicillin (the beginning of "wonder drugs"), a shot every three hours for weeks on end. Talk about a miserable kid. Aunt Rita died very young (50's) from I think bone marrow cancer. Peggy was working in the lab at Monmouth Medical where she got some sort of blood infection. She always thought it came through an open cut she got when chumming bluefish with her father one night. She thought the cut got infected in the lab. Anyway she was in and out of the hospital constantly for the rest of her life, so bad two or three times she received last rites eventually dying at about age 40. Robert's wife died in her 30's from a lingering cancer leaving 3 young kids, one of whom has Down's syndrome. I've always had a great respect for Robert for handling all he has and raising a family to boot. Marion died at about 30 from cancer leaving two small children. Pat's first husband (20's) died in an auto crash in California. And I've never heard a single complaint from anybody. Einor and Rita had 4 children - Margaret (Peggy), Robert, Marion (named after your grandmother) & Patricia (Pat) (to the best of my recollection) on the left.} End of EinorThe address of this page is: http://www.SwedesDock/family/Einor.htm You can email the author at NMFS-BITES-BIG-TIME@SwedesDock.com Let me know what you think in the anonymous form below.
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