With a sad heart this post brings the news that we laid the oldest living descendant of the Murosky and Bukowski families, Arthur Murosky, to rest on February 21, 2015. With snowflakes falling, surrounded by the canopies of old growth trees members of our family joined to lay him to rest alongside his beautiful bride Mary Eugenia McDonald in the peaceful, quiet serenity of Wintergreen Gorge Cemetery.
"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure." ~ Unknown
The last two weeks have been spent reflecting on many cherished memories of Grandpa Art. The story about how he met my Grandmother:
"I met Jean at the Wilson Library in 1936. We were both getting books.
I would hang out at the library and walk the girls home."
They married on August 9, 1941 at St. John's Church in Erie, Erie County, Pennsylvania.
.....stories about how Grandpa had his own full-service gas station Art's Sunoco at 21st and State Street in Erie, Pennsylvania. The station was white with blue and gold accent's. His uniform was blue with his name stitched on. The Art's Service Station logo was gold and blue. How he ran the gas station himself but he did employ his father-in-law Loraine Anthony McDonald. The service station had 2 bays and 2 pumps. Gasoline was $0.29 a gallon....
.....Grandpa working in his wood shop always allowing the Grandchildren to watch....Grandpa giving gifts of homemade toys to the grandchildren at Christmas....Grandpa sitting quietly in his chair in the living room watching the chaos of a large family holiday that could easily have been fifty or more people .....Large family picnics held at his house in the summers......memories of Grandpa working in his large fenced in garden:
Grandpa in the kitchen baking a pumpkin pie....Grandpa chuckling when I showed him the a printed chart featuring his descendants numbering close to 100 and saying:
....Grandpa sitting patiently as we photographed him with the entire family for at his 95th birthday celebration last April......
"I plant marigolds all round the edge to keep the bunnies away"
Grandpa in the kitchen baking a pumpkin pie....Grandpa chuckling when I showed him the a printed chart featuring his descendants numbering close to 100 and saying:
"I sure caused a lot of trouble"
....Grandpa sitting patiently as we photographed him with the entire family for at his 95th birthday celebration last April......
Grandpa Art photographed at his 95th Birthday Celebration with family friend Debi |
One of my most distinct memories is one the days I went to visit him. I was returning his original wedding photos I had borrowed to make copies of. After putting the photographs back in the drawer in my grand-grandmother's old bedroom I turned to see Grandpa standing in the door way with a large cardboard box. He handed me the box saying this is for you. I asked him what was in the box and with a twinkle in his eye he told me to look. The box contained a large portion of his mother's photo collection. Together we looked at the old black and white photographs - a mix of loose photographs and my great-grandmother's albums. The box included photos from the Bukowski and the Murosky sides of the family. Grandpa was able to identify many people in the photographs. I recorded the names on scraps of paper that we slid behind the photographs. With the photographs came stories...of his brother Edward who served in Alaska during World War II...of the two day Polish weddings....of the trips to Forest City to see family when he was a child....of his Aunt Margaret who moved to Erie from Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania...of his cousin Arthur Gaczkowski who died young in the late 1920's. That day I told him that in time I would make sure that these old photographs would be shared with the greater family.
"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure." ~ Unknown
I have always felt these old family photographs are treasure to be shared. Today that meaning rings true.....perhaps because the old photographs are a reminder that those that we love may have departed this life but they will never be forgotten. Their memories and their spirit live on and the old photographs in that moment remind us that those memories have in deed become treasure.