Update: The text below explains how this site began. It used to focus on entries from my grandfather’s monthly calendars. After I took a break from blogging and then restarted, the entries have been largely based on other materials of my grandparents, with the occasional calendar entry still mixed in.
So what’s this about, anyway?
This is about a guy — my grandfather — who kept month-by-month calendars on which he recorded events that affected him … everything from presidential assassinations to late-season snowstorms.
Fifteen years of his calendars (that’s 5,478 days) are still in my family’s history collection. And every Monday, I’m picking an interesting calendar entry and writing something about it.
It might be a reflection on my grandfather’s life … or my family’s history and tradition … or American life of the 1960s and 1970s … or my own life today. (They’ll take my blog-license away if I don’t spend a certain amount of time getting solipsistic, after all.)
So tell me more about your grandfather.
William H. Blumenau (1910-2001.)
German-American. Husband; father; caring son to his elderly, widowed mother. Professional draftsman. Semi-professional artist. Amateur photographer. Nicknamed “Drawing Boy” by his grandchildren, based on his artistic proclivities.
Lover of his family, art, music, tinkering, technological advances, steam-powered trains, neatness, order, and midsized sedans produced by the Ford Motor Company of Detroit, Michigan.
Longtime resident of 1107 Hope St., in the Springdale section of Stamford, Connecticut.
What time period do these calendars cover?
Jan. 1, 1961, to Dec. 31, 1975.
And where did they hang?
Walk up the back steps (in your imagination, anyway) and into the kitchen entrance, where my great-grandmother is likely to be peeling apples for fruit salad.
The calendar is either on the wall to your immediate left or hanging over my grandfather’s desk, which is just to the left of the kitchen, around where that first-floor window is.
The house no longer exists; it was torn down in the mid-1980s to make way for condominiums.
Oh, I forgot to ask: Who the hell are you?
My grandfather’s grandson.
But seriously, folks: My name is Kurt Blumenau, and I’m a corporate writer/communicator living in eastern Pennsylvania. Welcome. It’s good to meet you.
All blog posts and family photos copyright Kurt Blumenau 2011-2016.