I first met Ted when my husband, Kenny moved me
from Springfield to Birch Tree, Missouri, in October of 2008. We'd only
been married a few months. Ted
was his closest neighbor. They both owned land out in the boonies.
Ted's place was five miles from Kenny's. We
rented a U-Haul truck at Eminence, Missouri, between the two of us
loaded up my furniture, which included antique furniture my parents had
given me, and miscellaneous pieces. When we came home to
Kenny's place, Ted was waiting for us to help Kenny get it all in the
house. They'd been friends for a few years, since Ted retired from the
Kodak Company in Chicago, and Kenny's a retired cop.
Kenny met Ted a few years after they both
retired, and their friendship grew. He'd help Ted with
problems, and take him to doctor appointments, cataract surgery, and
tests. After we sold Kenny's place in 2012, and moved twelve miles to
West Plains, after buying a home there.
Ted seemed slightly resentful that we were
leaving him, and disappointed. But he drove over to see our house to
visit, and gave us collectible plates for our house.
Ted was born in 1938. His dad died when he
was eight years old. When the Nazi's invaded Poland, in 1942, they were
running to escape them.
When Ted was eleven, they came to the U.S.,
and settled in Chicago. His mom got a job in a soup kitchen.
Ted owned a pet store in Chicago. An animal lover, he had a beautiful
aquarium in his house, after
he moved to Missouri, and two Rottweilers, he named Jack and Jill. They
really were his family, since helived alone.
When Ted retired and moved to Missouri in
1998, he brought his mom with him because she was in failing health. He
took care of her until she died in 2010.
After we moved to Florida in 2914, Kenny
continued calling him to keep in touch, and Ted calls us often. He's
slightly reclusive, and a bit eccentric, but he's a gentlemen, and a
sweetheart of a man.
One time in West Plains, they were rubbing each other the wrong way
over where they were going to eat. Kenny loves McDonald's, calls them
"Micky D's." Ted hated McDonald's, and wouldn't eat
On one of their trips, Ted wouldn't go in.
Kenny said, "I'm hungry and I'm going to eat." He said Ted just sat
there pissed off, and watched him eat. Ted also hated the country
restaurants in Mountain View, and called them "greasy spoons."
Ted turns eighty this year. Although
they're four states apart, Kenny and Ted are still close friends and