Brunch in New York
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Labels: brunch, NY, oma, photograph
written by Eric Mills at 00:40 
Signage: Oma's Pizza
Friday, May 11, 2007
I'm not sure that Oma was ever too interested in making pizza, but this sign from Bradenton, Florida is funny, nonetheless. (You can click-through on the photo to see it full-sized and in its original context.)
Labels: oma, Rosa Muller, signage
written by Eric Mills at 23:11
Mo' Cake Recipe
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Late for the holidays, early for the cake season: this recipe is famous; it's priceless. Evidently I couldn't pronounce "more" when I was 2. So sue me. Better still, sue Uncle Skip, that wise ass.
Just remember: when they call for eggs, they means eggs with no shells. (Did I mention that a strong point of my family is its ability to pick on family members??)
Oma used to make a Mo' Cake for me during college, at exam time. Dead week, it was called. I would subsist on nothing but Mo' Cake and coffee. At least for freshman year. After that, apparently, I was on my own for "finals food." I still can talk her into baking one of these from time to time, but nothing beats the last 2 slices of Oma's Mo' Cake. Really, it's the only cake that gets softer and more moist with time.
Labels: family history, oma, skipmuller
written by Eric Mills at 23:37
Page Two: 1970 and You?
Saturday, December 2, 2006
According to just one online inflation calculator, what would cost $106.95 in 1970 would cost $538.80 in 2005. Ask me again. Go on, do it.
Would I rather have the tandem bicycle that my Opa gave my Oma for their 30th wedding anniversary (and he said "now you can't get away from me!") or the $500.00 bucks? What do you think?
Labels: oma, opa, Tandem, wedding
written by Eric Mills at 22:21
Prost!
Monday, November 27, 2006
Not exactly a scrap: this image is a cropped and colored section of Oma Muller and Aunt Erna 'prosting' on the back porch of the 8778 house. Thought I'd point that out over here so you can take a look. I can't link to it, because it is one of our sites, and those who are in charge of these sorts of things will see it as gratuitous.Although, if you happen to be reading our page on wine, the link to which you can find on our links page, you'll notice this image. You'll also notice that these two lovely ladies are holding their wine glasses by the stem. Opa Muller always used to make a big point on that when toasting; the clinking just sounded so much better that way (not to mention the heat from your hand didn't warm up your wine). Cheers!
Labels: 8778, Erna Emmighausen, NY, oma, opa, photograph, Rosa Muller
written by Eric Mills at 17:34
Happy Birthday to Oma
Monday, September 4, 2006
We made it back to New York and survived the 30 hour bonanza --arriving 10am Saturday and departing 4pm Sunday. Suzanne's wedding was really nice (they cut their cake with a sword!) and Oma's birthday brunch was splendid.I never did like the phrase "## years young." I always thought it was a little worse than just saying the actual fact; instead of saying how old someone was, the "young" phrase really just points out how old someone is. On that note, Oma is old. She's really old. She's 91 years old. She rocks, and she has more energy than I do.
Happy Birthday, Oma!
Labels: oma, photograph
written by Eric Mills at 15:56
Oma Rocks
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Just in case you did not know, Oma rocks!
Labels: oma
written by Brian C. Mills at 17:41
One Long Pole
Saturday, March 4, 2006
I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone the other day, and she was telling me about my Opa. As you may know, I'm extremely interested in my family's history (on both sides) and have been passively working on various projects (very passively).An interesting tid-bit that Oma mentioned was how when they first started skiing (circa 1934), turning techniques had not yet been fully developed. They used, instead of two poles, one long pole.
Back in the day, according to the Colorado Ski Museum:
"Skis were handmade from pine or spruce trees and ranged in length from 8-14 feet in length. They were usually 1/2 inch thick and about 4 inches wide. They weighed about 25 lbs. One long pole 8-10 feet long was used to steer and to brake (sometimes by straddling it.) Turning was practically impossible on the long boards and one usually had to slow down and step around the pole to change direction."Now that's not the really neat part. The really neat thing is that, when Opa and Oma would strap their skis and pole to the top of their car (somehow?), they would often get pulled over by the police (remember, 1934) because the police didn't know what it was, exactly, that was being lugged around on their automobile.
Living in Colorado, where 9/10 cars have ski racks, bike racks, luggage racks, etc., made this an even more potent anecdote.
And, by the way, those poles up there in that photo are NOT the one long pole. But we used to have poles that looked just like that. I wonder if they're still at the 8778 house?
Labels: family history, oma, opa, ski
