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Grandma Scott’s Funeral

September 2005 | back-issues, Jack Swenson, nonfiction

Nonfiction · Issue 52Everybody called her Grandma Scott, but Eliza Scott (nee Lingstad) was nobody's grandmother. The Scotts didn't have children. Eliza was the eldest of three sisters, and she treated her younger siblings' offspring with grandmotherly affection. My mother fondly recalled spending several weeks each year at the Scott farm helping to tend and feed the animals and taking baskets of food and water to the fields for the threshing crews at harvest time. She and her older sister Nora helped Grandma Scott make the sandwiches for the noon meal for the workers. And every morning she and Nora were dispatched to the barn to search for eggs deposited in secret places by the Scott's brood of laying hens. My mother said there was nothing like having fresh eggs for breakfast. Eliza's sugar cookies, as big as dinner plates, were a special treat as well.

The Skylight

September 2005 | back-issues, nonfiction

Nonfiction · Issue 52When the weather was nice, sometimes the boys in the art department would eat their lunches on the roof of the building. It was pleasant to be outside in the fresh air and sunshine after being cooped up in the cubicles all morning. For a time, the roof was the place to be from twelve o'clock until one, especially after Shuffle discovered the hole in the skylight over the fourth-floor women's powder room. Shuffle was a big, happy-go-lucky Jewish kid from New York. He never ran when he could walk and seldom walked when he could sit still. When he did move, it was very slowly.

Daddy

July 2001 | back-issues, Jack Swenson, nonfiction

Nonfiction · Issue 6We finally figured out what to do with my wife's father. We locked him up. "Shoulda done it years ago," was Kermit's opinion, expressed at a family meeting called to decide the old boy's fate. Really, there was nothing else to do. His wife, no spring chicken herself, couldn't deal with him anymore. Who else was going to take him in? His brothers and sisters were either dead or as crazy as he was, Kermit, the youngest, being the exception. But Kermit, a bachelor, wasn't caretaker material. Kermit and Earl didn't get along anyway. "Never did, never will, "Kermit said. I once asked Kermit why he didn't like his brother. "Because He's a jackass," Kermit replied.
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