How Takoobuddy got her name

It seems to have become tradition in our family to have a grandmother with a unique nick name.....
My grandmother Rose Koran, is called Takoobudy. (talk-o-buddy). The reason being as i was told by my mom Kathryn, is because when my older brother, Tommy, was learning to talk, his word for grandma came out as "TALK" (never figured out why, i just always figured he was a dork. ha ha ) One day Tom, called to her, asking for a cookie or something, then he said Talk oh buddy Pleeeeease. And the name just stuck.
 My mother got her nick name , Zena, from my son, Sage, while watching his favorite t.v. show at the time....
ZENA: Princess Warrior  (it's like the Hurculis stories-Mythical). They would often have sword fights together.

The baby

During a visit last summer to Utah, my mom took me around to see where my grandparents lived in Kenilworth. Still with very little to the town there seemed to be tons of memories, and alot of history to learn.
 Papa and Takoobuddy, (Joe and Rose Koran), were married in Kenilworth, and had a very small living area. Papa Joe worked in the mine there and lived in the housing provided by the company. I got to see the "SCRIPT store" they were to do the shopping at. Script was something this coal company provided instead of direct pay we know today. Out side this store was a bulletin board, with message's and daily work schedule to see if you were on shift that day or not...... The story I am about to repeat here came from my grandmother, Rose.... "Your uncle Tom was born in the hospital in Kenilworth, did you know that?" I said yes, mom told me of that and showed me the building the hospital was, which is now a house. She got a sad look on her face and said, "When I was a little girl, not very old at all, my mom was going to have another baby... She was too weak to go to the hospital and sent dad to get the doctor. At the time, the doctor was at his house so my dad went there to find him. And when he told the doctor a baby was about to be born, and needed to come quick, the doctor asked my dad if he was working that day. When dad said 'no,not today.'
 That stupid doctor told him, You go home and help your wife, I will not help you if you are not working.
"Well, the baby died, it was so tiny it could fit in my hands. We couldn't even give it a proper grave, so my dad took the baby and buried it in with my uncle Pete. I still hate that doctor for that!....(pause) I don't know what happened to him , he left to somewhere, I dont' know where he went----TO HELL PROBABLY!!!"
  My eyes got huge, I could not ever imagine those words from my grandma, as angry as I had seen her before, she never said anything like that about anyone in front of me before.

Swimming lessons

I recently spoke with my grandmother Rose (Perla) Koran, she was in the hospital with pneumonia at the time. During our visit my kids , Sage and Macie, went back to the hotel to go swimming. My grandma, who we call Takoobuddy, asked me if I was going too. I told her I haven't learned to swim. She admitted she couldn't either. But she remembers one day of long ago and wanted to tell me the story...
  "When we were kids, both mom and dad knew how to swim. They wanted all of us to learn, but we didn't want to. One day we went out on a boat for the day , when my mother stood up and put her arms out , and tilted side to side making the boat rock so much that all us kids fell into the water! My mom laughed and laughed.  And we needed to figure out how to get to the side or back in the boat... I hated that, and would never go on a boat again."