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Dave & Ethel
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I remember hearing stories about grandpa from my mom and how he was a great person and how much she missed him when he died. As for grandma there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her.Any time that I am on the east side I will drive by east Lyon street where she lived by the baseball field. I can still hear her voice calling my name, "Eddie come in for supper."...Those were my happiest times in my life. She was a wonderful person and I miss her very much. I know that she and grandpa are together now making up for the lost years and are very happy.
Love you grandma & grandpa.
Eddie Murillo (Grandson)
I think of Grandma a lot and she was a wonderful person and a very hard working woman. The most I remember of Grandma is the cute way she got upset with my father and threatened to hit him over the head with her high heel shoes! HaHa.
Also, I remember the days she babysat all us kids and how she loved her "Millies Chicken", her "Lawrence Welk Show", and her bowl of ice cream every Saturday night. Those were great evenings with her. I will always treasure those thoughts of her.
Love Always,
Dianna Lee (grandaughter)
They say the greatest love story of all time was Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet
I too once believed that until I heard the story of Ethel and Dave, My memories of Grandma are scattered since I arrived in this world quite late. And these days most of my memories are not so much recollections of the past but realizations, that I, now 34 years of age, have come to. I suppose when one is 8 the importance of understanding who Grandma was is a simple thing, that she was my Mom's Mom. As I grew older I listened a little more closely to the stories. Never being smart enough to actually sit down and talk to her about Dave and her life with him, another thing I now regret, but I did start to see her differently. Not so much for the sweet Grandma she was but now I started to see her for the strong woman she was.
Her limitless love for Dave was obvious with her response to the question , "Why didn't you ever remarry Ethel?'..."Because I have already married the best man there was...Dave."
Juliet loved her Romeo so much she killed herself because she could not live without him. Ethel could have taken the easier path, but loved her Dave so much that she stayed, and everyday lived with the loss of him, she struggled and she raised their children. A feat above and beyond any story of Juliet. Step back look upon that, That is a true love. That is a perfect Wife. That is the meaning of Mother.
As for Grandpa...I have a handful of pictures I have a handful of stories, I have my dreams of him in a knight's armour, and us walking through that cold wet castle, calling "Ethel, where are you??" I have those long talks with Dave while I fish...
How he says to me, "Keep searching, youre getting closer to finding out my Navy history..." and I can almost hear him laugh at all the road blocks I have ran into. But I think of him most on the water, He's the voice I think I hear right before that fish takes the bait...."Easy ...let him run with it just a second more...now... set the hook.. He's the voice I think I hear when I listen to the waves rolling over and over.
I see Dave and Ethel in my Mom, and know that as sad as this story is and the loss of Dave and the example of Ethel, it was that, that makes her the strongest woman I know today. I see Dave in my brother Ed, in my My Uncle Gay, I see Dave's hands in my brother John (they are the same), I see grandma's chin in every child born to my family. I saw her strength in my Aunts and in my sisters. I hope that you see a little of them in me.
They are my knight and his true love. My heros. I miss My Grandma and am reminded of her by the smallest things when I smell lavender or watch Gone With The Wind.
As for Sailor, noone can say I didn't know my Grandpa, I miss him when I see white roses, he's there with me in that cold wet castle, I hear him on those rolling waves, and he was that voice who said, "Easy, Tone, let her run just a second more...NOW set that hook." ...A 23lber in Wisconsin this year, biggest one I ever caught...Thanks Dave.
A Murillo
I used to run down the alley and look into the window of the factory where Ethel worked. She would look at me and mouth the words (HOW MANY DO YOU WANT?) I would hold up my fingers three or four… I’d then run under the window of the bathroom, and suddenly the window would pop up, and all these candy bars would start falling down on me!"
Richard Richards
