The Winterberg Family
Connection> Brian Winterberg 1950-2024/ Married / Doris Ann Day 1949-2017/Dau. of/Ira Reese Day 1921-1970
How Bud Amenta And Jan Met
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| Janice in the red coat. |
My friend, Judy was dating a friend of Bud’s, Dennis and they needed a date for Bud so they could doubled date. Judy and I were on the cheerleading team at St. Joseph’s High School in Paterson, NJ, so Judy wanted either me or their friend, Jackie to meet him. Judy, Dennis and Bud were sophomores. I was a freshman in 1966.
Judy pointed Bud out to me as we entered. One look and I thought, 'I could never get a guy like that.' Bud was so good looking. I agreed to go on a blind date to meet him anyway.
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| 1966 |
There must have been some talk among the boys where Bud said something like, 'Hope she doesn’t look like a frog,” because when I got into the car, Dennis said, ”clanged your magic twanger, froggy!” A clear reference to the Andy Devine’s children show from the 1950’s where a frog puppet would appear to have a conversation with Andy Devine. It was a fun night, though I felt awkward this being my first date.
One day not long after that, on the back stairwell of St Joe's, Judy and Jan were
going down the stairs to the exit door heading for the old mill and Dennis and Bud were going up having just come back from it. I was wearing a red duffle coat, that Bud still remembers. Dennis and Judy were commenting back and forth, and Bud and I remember it was something amusing though what was said we don’t know. Bud said that that moment is the moment he knew he loved me, though he didn’t realized that was the feeling at the time.
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| Bud and Jan, Eastside Prom, 1969 |
Ira Reese Day And Ruth Catherine Dunn: How my father and my mother met.
Ira Reese Day and Ruth Catherine Day
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| On the photo: To Ruth with Love, Ira |
The story I was told by my mother that she worked in a lab for Curtis-Wright Inc. and my father worked there too as an accountant, though she worked there first. This was in the 1940s. My father was a member of the Holy Name Society* in Paterson New Jersey along with his friend Martin Baron (who later, because my uncle). And at a parade in Paterson that my father was with the society and my mother and her sister Frances were spectators in the crowd. They met after the parade and they began dating.
Frances (Nicknamed, Babe, because she was the youngest child in the family until their brother, Ed was born,) Dunn Baron together.
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Ira, Babe and Marty taken at Pennington Park, Totowa, NJ Ruth took the photo. |
* The Confraternity of the Most Holy Names of God and Jesus (Holy Name Society) promotes reverence for the Sacred Names of God and Jesus Christ, obedience and loyalty to the Magisterium of the Catholic Church, and the personal sanctification and holiness of its members. Members are called to contribute to the evangelization mission of the Church and to make perpetual acts of reverence and love for our Lord and Savior. The apostolate of the society is to assist in parish ministries by performing the Corporal Works of Mercy: to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, give drink to the thirsty, shelter to the homeless, tend the sick, visit those in prison, and bury the dead; as well as the Spiritual Works of Mercy: to convert sinners, instruct the ignorant, counsel the wayward, comfort the sorrowing, bear adversity patiently, forgive offenses, and pray for the living and the dead.
https://www.nahns.org/
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A TRIBUTE TO EDWARD DAY ~ ENGINE 28, LADDER 11 NYC FIRE DEPARTMENT LOST IN THE WTC DISASTER OF 911
Warm Humor, Frozen Shoes Edward Day did not just extinguish fires. He extinguished grouchiness. At Engine Company 28 and Ladder 11 on the Lower East Side, where Mr. Day, 45, was a firefighter, he kept a sharp eye out for grumpy colleagues. They got the Day treatment: smiley face stickers slapped on their helmets. Whenever he stayed at his mother's house in Newport, R.I., he would make the bed when he was ready to leave and then drop a dollar on it with a note, "For the maid." His mother liked to give what she called the last Christmas party of the year, held well into January. Mr. Day had a ritual at the parties: he collected all the bottle caps from exhausted beer bottles and deposited them throughout the house in her plants. His wife, Bridgitte, was a fervent Clint Eastwood fan, so he would sign his cards to her, "Clint Eastwood." "He was always ready to make you laugh," said Tim Day, his brother, "whether he knew you for 20 years or 20 minutes." The first time Eddy Day met Tim's wife, Essie, he asked if she wanted a glass of wine. Sure, she said. He brought it out and handed it to her. "Excuse me," he said, and bent over and slipped off her shoes. As she watched, mystified, he marched into the kitchen and put them in the freezer. Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 13, 2001.