Keyser Stories

I have only a limited knowledge of the Keyser side of my family. I remember some short incidents. The most amusing ones concern Aunt Nell and my mother.

For starters here is a story about my mother. On an evening soon after I returned from my first year at Yale to Saint Louis, we were sitting in the kitchen talking about what I had achieved during my freshman year (damn little) and somehow the question of the large griddle that our cook had ruined by soaking it in sal soda came up. I might not have been a star at Yale, but I thought I knew the answer to that problem. I drove up to the neighborhood drug store and bought some pummis stone. With that and some light oil, I spent about an hour polishing the top surface of the griddle until all of the pits had been removed. Then I went to bed.

The next morning as mother was serving breakfast she complained that her hands were stiff. She said, "Last night when I saw how shiny you had got the top of the griddle I decided to polish up the bottom." That's a Dutch housewife for you.


A quick one on Aunt Nell. She lived in a large Victorian house and was the only one of the Keyser gals who did not regard neatness as a primary virtue. Each of her sisters tried to find some reason to "dig out Aunt Nell" whenever they had the chance. Aunt Ta once came up from below and announced, "Do you know that there are cobwebs in your den?" Aunt Nell replied,"As long as I keep them out of my mind I'm not concerned.

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