To Wright's grandchildren,
In a few days it will be the occasion of the centennial of the birthday of Wright Reyneau Farnsworth. He was born in Mexico City, Mexico on February 7, 1907. I have always thought that the term in Spanish for giving birth is particularly poetic and appropriate. The Spanish say when a baby is born that he is "given to the light".
To each of you, his grandchildren, I send greetings on this day that is special to all of the Farnsworths. None of us would be here today holding the surnames or maiden names that we have if not for Grandpa Wright.
Some of you never knew your grandfather and since I did for a few years, I thought that I would mention his great love and enduring interest in his family. I remember a page that he worked on for me when I was assembling the genealogy of the Farnsworth family. It went back through time to the first Farnsworths in this county in 1635 - a man named Matthias - and proceeded on through the generations with the age of each Farnsworth and the number of children added to the family lineage. All of this was very important to Grandpa Wright.
His artistic education and career was somewhat truncated by the Great Depression in the early 1930's, but his interest continued along with his innate good taste in such matters. I particularly remember how pleased he was with any interest that his grandchildren showed in art and graphics.
Grandpa Wright loved to talk about family and family stories. I recall how fascinated I was as a new bride to hear about living in Mexico and other such family stories. I believe that Grandpa was tickled to have such a receptive audience perhaps for the first time.
Somebody had once told me that the way to judge possible husband material was to look at the boyfriend's father and how he treated his wife. On that first trip to Evanston I watched carefully and saw that Grandpa treated his wife with love, respect and affection. I also noted that one day Grandpa arrived home with a bouquet of fresh flowers as a surprise for his wife, Audree, your grandmother. I think that sealed the deal for me!
I also remember the first Christmas as Craig's wife when I told him how romantic I thought that roasted chestnuts might be, but I had never eaten them. He said first of all that I wouldn't like them, but if I wanted them I could have them. Gee whiz! And he was right again. The romance of the chestnuts was a lot better than the taste.
After he retired I thought how sweet it was that he presented us with his completed list of repairs and other household additions when we came up to see him.
I also recall him standing in front of the fireplace on one later Christmas with an envelope in his hand and explaining to us the gift that Audree had given him - his voice broke and he had tears in his eyes.
I have a whole jumble of memories when I think back – rather like a pile of snapshots coming into my mind. I see him eating jalapeno peppers like pop-corn, his photographic flower portraits, the prints of old family portraits he made for us, the picnics in his back yard and his preparing roast duck and ribs for the family.
I bet he would be proud of his grandchildren – I know I was proud to be one of his daughters-in-law.
In a few days it will be the occasion of the centennial of the birthday of Wright Reyneau Farnsworth. He was born in Mexico City, Mexico on February 7, 1907. I have always thought that the term in Spanish for giving birth is particularly poetic and appropriate. The Spanish say when a baby is born that he is "given to the light".
To each of you, his grandchildren, I send greetings on this day that is special to all of the Farnsworths. None of us would be here today holding the surnames or maiden names that we have if not for Grandpa Wright.
Some of you never knew your grandfather and since I did for a few years, I thought that I would mention his great love and enduring interest in his family. I remember a page that he worked on for me when I was assembling the genealogy of the Farnsworth family. It went back through time to the first Farnsworths in this county in 1635 - a man named Matthias - and proceeded on through the generations with the age of each Farnsworth and the number of children added to the family lineage. All of this was very important to Grandpa Wright.
His artistic education and career was somewhat truncated by the Great Depression in the early 1930's, but his interest continued along with his innate good taste in such matters. I particularly remember how pleased he was with any interest that his grandchildren showed in art and graphics.
Grandpa Wright loved to talk about family and family stories. I recall how fascinated I was as a new bride to hear about living in Mexico and other such family stories. I believe that Grandpa was tickled to have such a receptive audience perhaps for the first time.
Somebody had once told me that the way to judge possible husband material was to look at the boyfriend's father and how he treated his wife. On that first trip to Evanston I watched carefully and saw that Grandpa treated his wife with love, respect and affection. I also noted that one day Grandpa arrived home with a bouquet of fresh flowers as a surprise for his wife, Audree, your grandmother. I think that sealed the deal for me!
I also remember the first Christmas as Craig's wife when I told him how romantic I thought that roasted chestnuts might be, but I had never eaten them. He said first of all that I wouldn't like them, but if I wanted them I could have them. Gee whiz! And he was right again. The romance of the chestnuts was a lot better than the taste.
After he retired I thought how sweet it was that he presented us with his completed list of repairs and other household additions when we came up to see him.
I also recall him standing in front of the fireplace on one later Christmas with an envelope in his hand and explaining to us the gift that Audree had given him - his voice broke and he had tears in his eyes.
I have a whole jumble of memories when I think back – rather like a pile of snapshots coming into my mind. I see him eating jalapeno peppers like pop-corn, his photographic flower portraits, the prints of old family portraits he made for us, the picnics in his back yard and his preparing roast duck and ribs for the family.
I bet he would be proud of his grandchildren – I know I was proud to be one of his daughters-in-law.
To Wright's grandchildren,
In a few days it will be the occasion of the centennial of the birthday of Wright Reyneau Farnsworth. He was born in Mexico City, Mexico on February 7, 1907. I have always thought that the term in Spanish for giving birth is particularly poetic and appropriate. The Spanish say when a baby is born that he is "given to the light".
To each of you, his grandchildren, I send greetings on this day that is special to all of the Farnsworths. None of us would be here today holding the surnames or maiden names that we have if not for Grandpa Wright.
Some of you never knew your grandfather and since I did for a few years, I thought that I would mention his great love and enduring interest in his family. I remember a page that he worked on for me when I was assembling the genealogy of the Farnsworth family. It went back through time to the first Farnsworths in this county in 1635 - a man named Matthias - and proceeded on through the generations with the age of each Farnsworth and the number of children added to the family lineage. All of this was very important to Grandpa Wright.
His artistic education and career was somewhat truncated by the Great Depression in the early 1930's, but his interest continued along with his innate good taste in such matters. I particularly remember how pleased he was with any interest that his grandchildren showed in art and graphics.
Grandpa Wright loved to talk about family and family stories. I recall how fascinated I was as a new bride to hear about living in Mexico and other such family stories. I believe that Grandpa was tickled to have such a receptive audience perhaps for the first time.
Somebody had once told me that the way to judge possible husband material was to look at the boyfriend's father and how he treated his wife. On that first trip to Evanston I watched carefully and saw that Grandpa treated his wife with love, respect and affection. I also noted that one day Grandpa arrived home with a bouquet of fresh flowers as a surprise for his wife, Audree, your grandmother. I think that sealed the deal for me!
I also remember the first Christmas as Craig's wife when I told him how romantic I thought that roasted chestnuts might be, but I had never eaten them. He said first of all that I wouldn't like them, but if I wanted them I could have them. Gee whiz! And he was right again. The romance of the chestnuts was a lot better than the taste.
After he retired I thought how sweet it was that he presented us with his completed list of repairs and other household additions when we came up to see him.
I also recall him standing in front of the fireplace on one later Christmas with an envelope in his hand and explaining to us the gift that Audree had given him - his voice broke and he had tears in his eyes.
I have a whole jumble of memories when I think back – rather like a pile of snapshots coming into my mind. I see him eating jalapeno peppers like pop-corn, his photographic flower portraits, the prints of old family portraits he made for us, the picnics in his back yard and his preparing roast duck and ribs for the family.
I bet he would be proud of his grandchildren – I know I was proud to be one of his daughters-in-law.
In a few days it will be the occasion of the centennial of the birthday of Wright Reyneau Farnsworth. He was born in Mexico City, Mexico on February 7, 1907. I have always thought that the term in Spanish for giving birth is particularly poetic and appropriate. The Spanish say when a baby is born that he is "given to the light".
To each of you, his grandchildren, I send greetings on this day that is special to all of the Farnsworths. None of us would be here today holding the surnames or maiden names that we have if not for Grandpa Wright.
Some of you never knew your grandfather and since I did for a few years, I thought that I would mention his great love and enduring interest in his family. I remember a page that he worked on for me when I was assembling the genealogy of the Farnsworth family. It went back through time to the first Farnsworths in this county in 1635 - a man named Matthias - and proceeded on through the generations with the age of each Farnsworth and the number of children added to the family lineage. All of this was very important to Grandpa Wright.
His artistic education and career was somewhat truncated by the Great Depression in the early 1930's, but his interest continued along with his innate good taste in such matters. I particularly remember how pleased he was with any interest that his grandchildren showed in art and graphics.
Grandpa Wright loved to talk about family and family stories. I recall how fascinated I was as a new bride to hear about living in Mexico and other such family stories. I believe that Grandpa was tickled to have such a receptive audience perhaps for the first time.
Somebody had once told me that the way to judge possible husband material was to look at the boyfriend's father and how he treated his wife. On that first trip to Evanston I watched carefully and saw that Grandpa treated his wife with love, respect and affection. I also noted that one day Grandpa arrived home with a bouquet of fresh flowers as a surprise for his wife, Audree, your grandmother. I think that sealed the deal for me!
I also remember the first Christmas as Craig's wife when I told him how romantic I thought that roasted chestnuts might be, but I had never eaten them. He said first of all that I wouldn't like them, but if I wanted them I could have them. Gee whiz! And he was right again. The romance of the chestnuts was a lot better than the taste.
After he retired I thought how sweet it was that he presented us with his completed list of repairs and other household additions when we came up to see him.
I also recall him standing in front of the fireplace on one later Christmas with an envelope in his hand and explaining to us the gift that Audree had given him - his voice broke and he had tears in his eyes.
I have a whole jumble of memories when I think back – rather like a pile of snapshots coming into my mind. I see him eating jalapeno peppers like pop-corn, his photographic flower portraits, the prints of old family portraits he made for us, the picnics in his back yard and his preparing roast duck and ribs for the family.
I bet he would be proud of his grandchildren – I know I was proud to be one of his daughters-in-law.
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