Monday, March 20, 2000

FAMILY TIES (March 2000)

My family roots are German, Irish and English.  Among my physical characteristics is a nose that "stands out."  I married a man who was also of varied ancestry.  Roy must have had some Irish in his background, for he and his siblings had red hair.  He had close-set eyes, too, but I don't know which clan is responsible for that attribute.

Brett inherited my nose and his dad's eyes.  He chooses to wear his hair cut straight across the neck to shoulder length.  Freshly washed and still wet, he combs it away from his face.  But when dry, it falls to the sides, and the style resembles Buster Brown's (without the bangs).  The small-framed eyeglasses he wears emphasize this distinctive look.

Recently I watched two television game shows with contestants whose facial features -- hair, eyes, nose and mouth -- would have you believe they and Brett were brothers if not actually the same person.  My impression was confirmed when Dawn, my daughter, called me during the first show to comment on the likeness.

The second occurrence was during a recent "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" program.  I was so amazed at this contestant's similarity to Brett that I called him to have him tune in.

We talked after the program.  "Mom, you think I look like him?  Geez, thanks - a - lot," he said, sarcastically.  "You really made my day.  That guy is .....!"
Well, never mind how he described him.  I don't know how Brett saw himself, but I now knew how he didn't!

A few days later I talked to Brett again and he told me of an experience he'd had over the weekend.  He'd attended an auto race in Orlando and was returning to the parking area on a shuttle bus.  He noticed that the fellow sitting across the aisle kept looking at him.  Finally Brett turned and made eye contact with the man.

The stranger asked, "Don't I know you?"
Brett said he didn't think so, but the aisle mate continued, "Dan or ....?"  He frowned and shook his head for lack of a name.

Again Brett said no.

And then, a smile brightened his face in recollection of where he'd seen Brett.  The fellow said, "Is that your final answer?"


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Already Brett's eyeglasses are gone and have been replaced by contact lenses. I anticipate a shorter hairstyle soon.  The nose, however, will probably have to wait!



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Friday, March 10, 2000

HAPPY DAYS (March 2000)

I'm now comfortably settled into being a grandmother.  New mom Dawn returned to work a couple weeks ago, and I tend the nearly three-month old twice a week.  Brandon and I spend a lot of his awake time making faces and weird sounds for one another.

There are two times with him that I especially relish: The first is the end of his bottle when he's no longer hungry.  His eyes get squinty as he looks at me, he loosens his grip on the nipple, grins crookedly like his grandfather used to and utters a coo with a question mark at the end.

Then there are the times he's undressed down to no more than a diaper.  I watch as he wears himself out, spastically kicking his legs and pumping his arms to his own music.  His grins are not yet chortles, but he's having a grand time.

And so am I.



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