For those of you unfortunate enough to have never met my Grandpa Ernie, may I offer my sympathy. He was a very funny guy, and worthy of his own website. He owned a paper warehouse in Mattoon, Illinois, that I remember was full of every single thing in the world. (They make Lender’s Bagels in Mattoon, y’know.) We only visited my grandparents – both sets – once a summer, and I remember the trips of being long and hot in the old white station wagon. Grandpa Ernie would do impossibly wild things with us – like swinging us by our ankles – earning a scowl from Grandma Norie – “Oh, GAWD, Ernie! Put her down!” He made me my first screwdriver – at age ten I believe. A glass of orange juice with a drop of vodka. Ahhhh.
My cousing Heidi wrote a sweet memory of him on her website, and I just thought you should see his picture.