How Gramps lost his taste for eggs

How Gramps lost his (egg) Groove!

Grandpa was one of the greatest story tellers I've ever known. He had some kind of fable ready for every situation possible. This one was by no means his best but it still sticks quite vividly in my mind.

Towards the end of World War Two, Grandpa decided he hated eggs. Justifiably so and once he made up his mind about something, nothing would change it, no matter what.

So this is how the story went. After finishing his night shift at the airport, on his twelve mile long Bike ride home, Gramps had to take cover from an air-raid.(The airport and area were a prime target for the German bomber planes almost daily). Grandpa knew of a small, abandoned, and broken down shack not too far off the road. This hovel was partly dug into a bit of a hill with two of the sides and the roof dirt covered. Only one hinge remained and held the ivy-overgrown door drunkenly in place. All around, and even on the roof two foot tall grasses lazily swayed in the wind, making this the perfect shelter; impossible to see from the air.

Once inside Grandpa remembered only hearing the shrill air-raid sirens and earsplitting booms. He said even the birds, crickets and the rest of ‘bug-dom' had held their breath. It wasn't until the sounds of the departing planes faded into the distance that the cacophony resumed; chirping, buzzing twittering all around.

Gramps was finally able to look around. To his surprise there were duck or goose nests along the far wall. They were filled with many dozens of big cream-colored eggs.

Excitedly he searched for a container of some kind. There were enough eggs for quite a few meals for all six of them. Or maybe he could trade with the butcher for a piece of bacon. It had been a while, weeks actually since they all had any meat.

Yes this was a grand find, an unexpected treasure. In the back corner of the shack, under a bunch of ruble he found a big old dented bucket. Amazingly the handle had still been intact, although a bit rusty. Just perfect to transport these fragile gems home.

Greedily he filled the bucket and still at least another 8 eggs were left. Not wanting to leave any of his new found wealth behind he carefully put a couple in each of his coat pockets and the last big one, into his shirt pocket.

Now, he was in a real big hurry to get home, to share his surprise with Grandma and the kids. The road way wasn't much more than a lane and very bumpy, he almost lost the top layer out of the bucket. Stopping he shoved a couple under his hat. After a long and slow ride Grandpa made it home shouting for everyone to come and see what he had found.

Grandma was at the big table slicing some thick wedges of yesterday's sourdough bread for every ones breakfast. After lots of uuh-ing and aah-ing everyone immpatiently waited for Grandma to be done cooking. The three little girls set the table for the unexpected celebration meal. The youngest, my Uncle Steve, followed Gramps outside into the yard where he wanted to wash up before eating at the water pump. "Up-up", the almost 3 year old Stevie demanded. Not thinking, Gramps swung him up onto his shoulders. Gramps had forgotten the one egg in his shirt pocket... It exploded.

Gramps had a deep, booming voice. By this part of his story it had reached a crescendo and he almost shouted; the sulpherous stench from that rotten egg had been strong enough to invite the devil himself from hell to breakfast.

This is when Grandma joined in to finish off the story because she said Gramps would not do it justice.

Growling in shock, standing in the courtyard with a stinky mess oozing out of his pocket he was temporarily immobilized. A dozen or so neighbors came out to find out what all the rigmarole and of course the evil smell was. Once comprehension, as to what had happened set in, first one then all joined in, in an explosion of laughter. Naturally all giggled while pinching their noses.

What started to be a great surprise was really ruined for him, he got so grossed out. He insisted the inside of his nose was burned because no matter where or what he was doing he always smelled the rotten egg stench.

Incidentally that was the one and only ‘dud' egg in the whole bunch and Grandma was able to trade for a hunk of bacon and even a couple of sausages.

Funny, telling this story, even thirty years after, Grandpas face had still reflected the absolute horror when remembering that awful penetrating stench. In conclusion Gramps said he never ate another egg.

Naturally he didn't know that Grandma hid the evidence, the egg shells were always in the bottom of the compost pile. According to him nothing needed egg; not the cakes, not the cookies, not anything. Whenever he ate his favorite filled and rolled up ‘palacsinta' (crepes) he would comment..."You see ‘Csimby" (that's what he called Grandma) I told you these didn't need eggs. They're delicious without".

It's amazing what our brains ‘memory matter' retains. Grandma and Gramps got married during the depression. As he was an airplane mechanic, which were in high demand even then, things were not as bad for them as for most. They suffered through World War Two with four children, left their home-land Hungary during the '56 revolution, immigrated to Canada. All major life events and yet the memory of that silly stinky egg stayed with Gramps till the end...

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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Well! I can only tell it the way it was told to me. As the recording of these old stories are by mouth only, they somehow keep the charm of the olden days.

Thanks for taking a look

regards Zsuzsy


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uglydawg 8 years ago from Vancouver, WA

a charming story that rings true... wonderful


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

You guys are a real ego booster! Thanks so much again Kenny for revisiting. You don't know how much I needed this today of all days. Thanks again

regards Zsuzsy


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Kenny Wordsmith 8 years ago from Chennai

You deserve a swollen head and a bloated ego,Zsuzsy Bee! Great hub with nice comments!


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Patty! I will get a swelled head! Thanks for reading my story again.

regards Zsuzsy


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Patty Inglish, MS 8 years ago from North America

I read it again and it's even better the second time! :)


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Mr.Marmalade! I'm truly flattered. Thanks so much for that awesome comment. I'm going to get a blotted ego...

regards Zsuzsy


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MrMarmalade 8 years ago from Sydney

Zsuzzy I think that was great story,I am also inclined to believve you would make a grear story out a grain of sand.

Treasure them and tie all of them together and make a book called the Gran Tales

Thank you


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks CGull! I'm not so sure that anyone would want to read a whole book of these ols stories. But thanks for your kind comment.

regards Zsuzsy


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cgull8m 8 years ago from North Carolina

Great story, you should write a book of all these stories, your grandmother was kind to hide the eggs in her food. Cheers.


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Abhinaya! Thank you very much for taking a look.

Best regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Kenny! Thank you kind Sir. I appreciate your comments.

Best Regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Compu-smart! Thanks for having a look.

best regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Gabriealla I'm honored.Thank you.

best regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Blessedmommy! Thanks for your comment. I'm glad I was able to trigger an extra memory.

regards Zsuzsy


Abhinaya 8 years ago

This is a wonderful story Zsuzsy.Loved it.Let us have more of such ones.


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Kenny Wordsmith 8 years ago from Chennai

It's a great story, eggcellent as Compu-smart puts it, and I absolutely love your grandparents! Yes, smells are powerful triggers of memory, and I can understand how he felt!


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compu-smart 8 years ago from London UK

Eggcellent story Zsuzsy Bee :)


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gabriella05 8 years ago from Oldham

I hope you don't maid, I have printed this story so that I can read it to my little one

Thank you for shering this wonderful story


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blessedmommy 8 years ago from Oklahoma City Metro, Oklahoma

My eyes are misting up as I remember my own grandpas. I lost them way too early. I won't get started writing about them, or you'll have a full length hub in your comment box. They were wonderful though, and I loved them both very much. I was even born on one of my grandpa's birthday. I was his pride and joy, I know, even to my adulthood.

Thanks for sharing such a wonderful story as this which encourages us all to walk down our own memory lanes.


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks Vickey

regards Zsuzsy


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VickeyK 8 years ago

GREAT story!


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks for taking a look.'G-parents' (I like that)

regards Zsuzsy


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Lowrychris 8 years ago

What is it about Grandfather's and stories? If you ever see a movie called BIG FISH, then you will watch my grandfather in action. It wasn't made about him, but it might as well have been.

I've heard (and had) memories sparked by smells, (rainy saturdays make my eyes misty about my mother) but your poor grandfather! My g-parents were farm folk and we always had fresh eggs from the hen house. They warn you every summer to open each egg by itself over a bowl, just in case it's turned, and that smell! Oh that stinky smell.

Great hub! thanks!


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks for taking a look

regards Zsuzsy


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Denmarkguy 8 years ago from Port Townsend

That's a wonderful story!

And yes, I can appreciate the stench-- we used to keep ducks and geese when I lived on a creek in Texas, and you just never knew how "fresh" the occasional caches of eggs were going to be. I've been near an "exploding" egg, so I can appreciate your grandpa's feelings....! :-D


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks again Michele for your kind comments.

regards Zsuzsy


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Michele Engholm 8 years ago from Hutchinson

Well Zsuzsy...You "show them off" as much as you want.  I find your writing of them, heart warming and "Waltonesque".  You were blessed to have had them even for a short time, and I am certain they were blessed to have had you! 


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Michelle! You are right the loss of this particular generation is tremendous.Life has changed so much in the last 80-90 years. I unfortunately had only a short time with my Grandparents (they came to Canada and we stayed behind in Belgium for 12 years. Only a short two years with Grandma and just 5 with Gramps)which makes the few years extra special. Somehow it feel nice to show-of what great people they were, and really not forgotten...

regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Patty! Isn't that just the way it goes, we don't connect the obvious that's right in front of our faces.

thanks for taking a look.

regards Zsuzsy


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada Author

Thanks Bob for your comment.

regards Zsuzsy


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Michele Engholm 8 years ago from Hutchinson

Ah, Zsuzsy...I loved this story. I wish I could have known your Grandparents. They sound wonderful. We are losing the Greatest Generation, and with them we lose a treasure that cannot be replaced. THANK YOU FOR THIS STORY!!


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Patty Inglish, MS 8 years ago from North America

A wonderful story! ONe day you will have a book of all of these tales. This one alone could make a fantastic children's book with illustrations. Superb!

My father ate 3 eggs a day most of his life, but had an irritating rash for 60 years. He knew he was allergic to chicken but never made the connection. He finally stopped eating eggs and was cured. lol


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Bob Ewing 8 years ago from New Brunswick

I love a good story, thanks.

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