Catching up with old friends is a delightfully grounding experience. Many years may have passed, but the reminiscing brings you all right back to the same spot in time. For me, that spot is Carbon, Indiana, in northern Clay County, and our little community of friends and neighbors.
The Egloff “clan” all lived within a three-mile radius of my family’s home. The brothers Earl, Ernie, and Ralph (aka Pat), were there my whole life, and their sister Lucille moved almost next door a bit later. There was always something interesting going on with the Egloffs and their spouses and kids. Family cookouts and fishing at the Egloff pond, card parties, church activities, delicious food, and so on.
The oldest brother, Earl, was my grandfather’s best friend and fishing buddy. It was fun just listening to those two talk. It was fun listening to any of the Egloffs talk. Some were droll, some boisterous, but it was always interesting, whatever they had to say, and how they said it. The voice is so much a part of the person. Inflection, dialect, feeling, tone, it all helps define our perception of a person’s identity.
In the latest Indiana Home Cooks podcast episode, I’m joined by two of the Egloff clan. Mary Egloff, wife of Ernie, and Pat Egloff, who is also known as Ralph. (We explain the two identities in the episode!) They graciously shared memories of their younger days, and our common bonds as family friends. Sadly, both Ernie and Pat’s wife Joan are no longer with us. I recently heard an old Irish blessing that struck a chord. “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, but love leaves a memory no one can steal.” That is abundantly apparent talking with Mary and Pat. They have memories aplenty, and I am blessed to have shared in a few of them.