Family Roots – Phillip Eide

Family Roots – Phillip Eide

Who was the oldest relative that you knew?  What do you remember most about them?

That would have been my Mother’s mother who we called Ma.  I remember that she didn’t like kids.   We used to go over to her house on Monday evenings, Lucille would drive us.  Ma would spend the time watching professional wrestling on TV and ignore us kids.   Her house was out in Brooklyn Center on Oseo Road.  She lived with my Uncle Marvin, as he was single.    She was something of a racist.   There was a black wrestler by the name of Sailor Art Thomas who was a “villain” and then there was Verne Gagne, who was one of the good guys.   She used the “n*” word in reference when talking about Saylor Art Thomas.    She lived to be in her 80’s.

The other thing about Ma was German culturally, from the Alsace region of Europe, which is either German or French depending on who won the last war.   She used to tell us that we are direct descents of Joan of Arc.    I didn’t really know who Joan of Arc was, but I knew she was someone very important and I was very proud of that fact.  So when I was in the 1st grade for show-n-tell, I decided to exclaim that “I am a direct descent of Joan of Arc”.   The teacher said “Thank you, Philip. You can take your seat now.”  That night at dinner, I said I shared this at school today.   The response from my siblings was universally “you idiot”!

The Story of Aunt Lucille

Lucille lost contact with the family for a while and nobody knew where she was.  One day, Ma got a phone call from Lucille, “would they like to meet her downtown for a drink.”    They met her downtown for a “drink” where she told them she had given birth to a little boy.  [Note, Jim has done some research on this and he was born in a home for wayward mothers in South Minneapolis.]   So initially at least, Jim was living with Ma.    Lucille may not have been because she was working for the Jenelle’s at the time.   As a young toddler, Jim did something so terrible, that Ma left him alone in the house and called Lucille to come get Jim, she was not going back to the house until he was gone.   Jim lived briefly with Lucille at the Jenelle’s, both of whom were raging alcoholics.   One of their neighbors was a psychiatrist, Dr. Holcrant, who told Lucille that she had to get Jim out of the house.   So then Jim came to live with us.

 

 

 

 

 

In the beginning – Phillip Eide

In the beginning – Arrival of Philip James Eide

Date of Birth: December 31, 1945
Name: Philip James Eide
City and State: Minneapolis, MN
Were you born at home or in a hospital?
In  St. Mary’s Hospital in Minneapolis.
Who delivered you?
The family doctor was Dr. Creighton, but I was born by Dr. Shandorf (sp?) who was an OB/GYN.  This was unusual in 1945, most of my siblings were delivered by the family doctor.
Was there anything unusual about your birth?
When I was born, the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck three times.  The doctor’s told my mom “we’re going to put you to sleep and try and save your baby.”  Then the next thing she remembered were the nurses wishing everyone Happy New Year.   When my mother was about ready to take me home, one of the Nuns came up to her and said “God must have had a reason to let your baby live.”  Years later we took my Mom and Aunt Lucille to Kaui and she was really enjoying it and she said “Now I know why God let Phillip live.”   According to my sister, Ginny, my Dad was concerned that I was being born at a Catholic hospital because he thought if there was any chance of saving the baby at the cost of the mother’s life they would take it.
Who named you?  Were you named after anyone or do your names have special meaning?  Did you have a nickname?
My parents were into biblical names.   I was named after the disciple Philip (with one “L”).  However, when I was in the first grade and my teacher Miss Erinson (sp?) taught me how to head my paper, she spelled it with two “L’s” and I was too scared to contradict her.   Ever since then, I have spelled my name with two “L’s” on all legal documents and signatures.
My sister Norma used to called me Flip.   When Peggy and Roy moved in with their kids, my nephew Daniel couldn’t pronounce my name, so he would call me Bolip.   This is what Paul still calls me to this day.
When I was in the Army, one of the guys from Augusta, GA used to call me Eyeball.   Today he also has a nickname of Tata because Sarah could not say grandpa.
Did your mother sing you a particular lullaby?  Did you have a bedtime story?  A special blanket?
My mother’s favorite song she would sing to us in times of stress was “I heard the voice of Jesus say” come unto me and rest; lay down your weary head upon my chest.”  She had a rocking chair and she would rock me in the rocking chair sing this song.    She was not blessed with a great voice, but she was enthusiastic.   The other kids would jump on the running boards and help rock the chair.
The kids always slept upstairs in the attic room and we had to run through an opening in the rafters to get to where we slept.  I was convinced there was a monster hiding in the rafters.  One thing our mother used to say to us, “once there was a little boy who wouldn’t say his prayers.  And when he went to sleep at night way upstairs, his mother heard him holler and his daddy heard him call, and when they pulled the covers back, he wasn’t there at all.”
Do you know when you walked or what was the first word you said?  Are there stories your family told about when you were a baby?
I was told I didn’t speak much until I was three.  Ginny would be the one to know more about this.
When I couldn’t sleep and I was crying, my mother and my sister Norma would carry me around the house and show me stuff to calm me down.   My mother would get to the window and point to the moon and say “look, you can see the man in the moon” and that would scare the crap out of me!
When my sister Ginny wanted to get the house clean for a date coming over.  In order to get me out of the way, she would make me sit on the couch.   She would take a sticker of Santa Claus and put it on the window and tell me that Santa Claus was watching me.
What is your very first memory?
I remember being in a johnny jumper, bouncing and watching my mom.  Saturday night was baking night for my mother.  She used to bake bread, rolls, coffee cake, etc.  Then she would wash the kitchen floor and then put newspaper down to dry the floor.