[submitted by Mom]
Dad was a scrounger. He was always bringing home something useful, saying it was for the kids. From Varian he brought a heavy iron whirly thing that they no longer had any use for in the process of manufacturing. He also brought home a cabinet from the deli that was no longer used. Jack decided he wanted to sleep in it and caught his finger in a knot hole. Lucky Grandpa Mayer was there to extract him (Grandpa was good at fixing things, like zippers and fingers). Of course, this habit of bringing things home rubbed off on Fr. Bud and he added to the collection with a fat—probably 6-8 inch diameter—braided rope from the ocean. He had Fr. Ed as an accomplice at that time. Back when we lived in Illinois, Fr Bud brought carpet rolls from the seminary. They were 12 ft. long and 14 inches in diameter. The kids fit right inside and rolled down our little hill on the side of the house. You could get 3 to 4 kids inside and the neighbor kids added to the melee. Once we built the backyard swimming pool, we couldn't get much more stuff into the yard, but now that there was the Woodworks, he could bring his scrounge there, like old rail carts. Now the grandkids, and of course Jack, got to enjoy.
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I remember a few instances in which Dad would stop on the side of the highway and dispatch Jack (why did he get all the fun?) to run out and fetch something "useful" that he'd seen laying on the road. Minutes later we'd be driving back to the Shop with a perfectly good, but slightly beat-up ladder, or rope, or log.
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