Story Time: My Grandpa’s Habits

October is one of my favorite months, not just because my birthday happens to fall on the 21st. But it’s when the seasons starts to change and Halloween of course. But in recent years there has been an element of sadness that occurs. The 23rd of October happens to be my Father’s birthday and with his passing, it really hasn’t been the same. With our birthdays always a day apart we always picked the 22nd to have a big party. But now I have this mixed emotion of happiness and sadness of remember of once was. That is also why way I have haven’t been on here for a few days/week. Just needed some family time and some time to take my mind of this (didn’t work haha).

But that not way I wanted to share this “Story Time” with you. My Grandfather always had a habit or routine and did not deviate from these at all. The saying, “can’t teach an old dog new tricks” comes in to mind with him hahaha. I’ve learned so much from that man, I wouldn’t want to change him anyways. Between my Grandfather and my Father, I become a jack of all trades and for that I am grateful.

But there is one habit that my Grandfather always did and it drove my Grandmother NUTS! He would always have a kleenex on him. Always in his pocket, used or unused haha. Sadly my Father and myself picked up this habit as well HAHAHA and I now know why it drove my Grandma nuts. You forget about them and when you go to wash your cloths, they fall apart. Get into everything, specially once you get into the dryer.

At some point after my Grandfather’s passing in January 13, 2001. My Father and his sisters was going through his stuff, I was traveling from Oregon to Ventura, California to be with the family. But unknown to me, my Father found one the fabled snot rags in one of his vest pockets. Now you fast forward February 27, 2016, sadly this would be the day my Father would die. Once again I find myself traveling from Oregon to California to be with family and help with funeral. When it became time to go through my Father’s things… I have to stop right here and explain that my Father or I should say the Roberts family has a weird sense of humor or an idea of what is important to keep as to remember someone. My Father was the worst one out of all of use. That man never through anything away, specially when it came to family items. For that I am beyond grateful, because I’ve spent a number of year building the family history.

Okay back to the story! While I was going through my Father’s things, I came across an envelope with his writing on it.

If you can’t read it, it says,”My Dad’s last paper towel, he would always hang on to one of these things. I found this in his vest pocket. I can’t bring myself to put it in the trash… Sorry. -Woody”

My Father left me so many little note through out his stuff, explaining why he did things. Or what to do with them once he passed, or even how to take care of some items. Now you fast forward to now October 27, 2020 and I still have this envelope. It is now two decades old… I have this two decades old snot rag that I can’t throw away. Why? Because it reminds me of my Grandfather and my Father’s weird sense of what is important. So now I am making a shadow box with all the little things like this. I’m thinking about calling it The Weird Odysseys of the Roberts Family. HAHAHAHA good lord, TWO DECADES, count them! 20 years of holding a family heirloom of snot.. I bet this we a sick joke to see if I would keep it. That seems like something my Father would do.

Story Time: Wizard World Comic Con

So this story time take place at Wizard World Portland Comic Con. I believe this is the Feb. 2019 event.. Before the dark times… Now I would like to state this story also shows how great the staff is at Wizard World and the people are a whole.

So just about every year I am hired to do media coverage for the Portland Wizard World Comic Con. The last couple of times I was about to bring my kids along and show them a great time. This last convention and like always I go over the maps with the kids. Where to meet up if we get lost or who should we talk to if we do become lost.

We had been there for a couple of hours already and I had finished with a interview. we were going to take a small break and look around the merchandise and comics. Me and my son were looking at the swords and Funko. At which point my daughter asked me to come over and look at something she wanted. It really wasn’t that far, just right around the corner of the stall. I told my son to follow me and stay close.

Once my daughter and I were done paying for her loot. I looked over to see my son wasn’t there. I wanted back to where we were and he was there. with a small amount of panic, I started walking over to the walls to see if I can find a staff member, this is also where I told the kids to go if something like this happened. It’s away from everyone.

As soon as I turn the corner I see one of the staff ladies walking with my son to the last known where we here. I walked over and see that my son was crying a little bit and worried. The staff member told me what happened. Seems that my son answered me, but really wasn’t watching where I was going. As he was locked in on the swords. When he realized that we where not around anymore, he started walking to the wall and was trying to find a staff member. But he found Deadpool instead and asked he could help him find someone. From there they found the current staff member.

She said he was smart and brave in the way he acted. After a few laughs we said thank you, but not right before we got a picture with Deadpool haha.

Over all it was really good convention and the Wizard World staff was amazing and super helpful. I don’t think they get enough coverage or talked about in most conventions, as most of the spot lights are on the artists and movie icons. I can’t wait for 2021 comic con!

What Was Once Thought Lost

So I have written about this a few times now. About the autographs that my father gave me of the cast of Star Trek. How Shatner’s and Nimoy went missing or worst yet, STOLEN .. I even meet William Shatner and told him the whole story about it. Shanter even talked with my Father over the phone about it hahaha.

A Small Conversation With William Shatner & Bob Camp At Wizard World

Remembering Leonard Nimoy

Star Trek Book Challenge

I know there are a few more post that I have written. But for the life of me, I can not find them haha. Anyways, as I finish up moving. I found a little piece of blueish green paper stuck to the bottom of a old cigar box… Could it be?!? I disbelieve I handed the paper over to my girlfriend to make sure. It was William Shatner autograph!! So I now have my Father’s original autograph, plus mine.

Sadly I am still missing Nimoy and the pictures.. But I fear it maybe to late for his autograph. Unless I pay an ungodly amount of money.. Worst part is the missing pictures, they are family memories. Why would anyone take those? But this is a rather small happy ending, bittersweet if you will.