We never experienced a Cousin Eddie calling from the airport
while we were in Hawaii. The closest that we came to that was one of my father’s
cousins calling from the Honolulu airport without letting us know that he was
coming. To some people it might seem like he should have called ahead but there
was a fairly close-knit group of us in the family who occasionally popped in on
each other back home, too.
The big difference between my cousin and Cousin Eddie was
that my cousin was fully prepared to put himself up in a hotel. His son was on a
Navy aircraft carrier that was returning from a West Pacific cruise to their
home-port in San Diego. At the time, there was a program for fathers or
teen-aged brothers of sailors to ride the ship from Pearl Harbor to San Diego.
For not calling ahead, Cousin Ted had to sit and wait for
awhile at the airport as we lived a good distance away. Had I been on duty he
would have waited longer. At no point did he take it for granted that he could
bunk with us. He did ask if it was okay to stay with us and he offered to pay
for some of his expenses while he was there.
Had Ted planned it better I might have arranged a deep sea
fishing charter. Nonetheless he saw some tourist sites and we drove him around
Oahu. He had a good time.
My wife’s parents made a trip over to Hawaii, while we were
there, for their grandson’s first birthday celebration. The only downside of
that trip was for my father-in-law. I chartered a deep sea fishing day for him.
I warned him to take something for motion sickness unless he was certain that
he would not get sick.
Some people just have to be tough guys. The water was pretty
calm that day but he was leaning over the side and was yakking his breakfast
before we even got into the open sea. I had run through typhoon weather on
warships and had never been seasick so I had no empathy except for what I had
seen my shipmates suffer.
As for sympathy, I had absolutely none. He was warned. One
of my co-workers was with us and we weren't going to turn the charter back
because somebody tried to be a tough guy. We did end up coming back early but
it was only because we got into a pretty good mess of fish early on. We had the
live well filled up in just over a half of the day. Credit was given to Pa’ for
chumming fish into the wake.
We liked Hawaii but when I got out the Navy we went back to
Iowa to put our three sons back in their Midwestern roots and rear them near
their grandparents. During the next twenty years we lived near Iowa City or Des
Moines. This brought an occasional overnight visitor to our home from more
rural parts of Iowa.
The University of Iowa Hospital would bring relatives to
Iowa City for medical care that they couldn't get in the smaller hospitals near
where they lived. As a result, one or two of the immediate family might bunk
with us. It was the same when we lived in the Des Moines area.
For the most part, these were good hard working people with
agricultural backgrounds of one sort or another and we didn't mind for most of
them doing an overnighter. My wife and I had an agreement about the Cousin
Eddies on each side of the family, though. Some were simply intolerable.
If I knew that there was a Cousin Eddie type in the hospital
I would answer the phone by saying “bueno” instead of “hello.” I kept that up
until I was certain that they were recovered and on their way home. I always
figured that, next, I could say, “eh… no Ingles.” They’d think that they had a
wrong number give up after a couple times of hearing Pedro answer the phone.
Actually, my own sister was a bigger pain the butt than any
of the Cousin Eddies on the in-law side. We didn't smoke and preferred that no
one smoke in the house. My sister did an overnighter with us in Des Moines one
time in order to be bright and early to her exam for her registered nurse
license. She asked if she could bring a friend and we didn't mind that.
As they settled in after arrival, however, my sister announced
to her friend that we didn't like smoking in our house but that she did it
anyway. All I can say is, that apple didn't fall far from the mama tree.
Anyway, her friend, also a smoker, gave me a questioning and bewildered look.
“Do you mind, really? I can go outside.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I shrugged. “If it gets too bad then
I’ll deal with it.”
My way of dealing with it, unknown to the guest, wasn't
always pleasant. On one occasion I opened the windows in the living area of
house in the middle of the winter to get relief from my sister and her
chain-smoking husband. Yes… they had the audacity to complain of the cold.
“If I have to suffer your smoke then you can suffer the
cold.”
“I remember when you used to smoke,” my sister retorted.
“And I can remember when you didn't. So… your point is?”
The friend, more appreciative of our hospitality than my
sister, only smoked once or twice during the evening and it was on the porch outside.
I really think that the poor woman was embarrassed by my sister’s insistence on
smoking in the house.
We were visiting one of my wife’s cousins in the Methodist Hospital
in Des Moines. He was a nice enough guy. I had never met him at any of the family
events because it seemed that it was always planting time or harvest and neither
waits for anything but a dire emergency in the life of a hard working farmer.
I don’t remember if his immediates were overnighting with us
or not while he was in the hospital. I had to hold back a chuckle at what he
said while we were visiting him, though.
“You know, if you ever get up around Farmerton and you need
something, then at least, now you know that you have someone there.”
Well, heck yes,
Eugene! You just never know when I might be making a vacation excursion along
County Road 23, and right through Farmerton. Heck if I need a couple of ear of
feed corn or a handful of soy beans, I’ll be certain to stop in. It’s good to
know that I can count on you.
That is what I was thinking but I held back and simply
thanked him for the gesture. One of the Cousin Eddies, whom I knew a little better
than Cousin Eugene, got one from me straight between the eyes a few years later.
They were having a family reunion because someone had died.
The word was going around the group that we were moving to
Florida. Cousin Eddie started up a conversation with me about the topic.
Eventually, he got around to a, less than subtle, hint.
“Do you know how many of your wife’s relatives are going to
visit Florida when you move down there?”
“Do you know how many hotels there are in Florida, Eddie? I’m
going to make certain that they all leave the light on for you.”
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