In 1945, when he’d just returned from World War II, my grandpa George Foy had no money. Coming from an incredibly poor Scotch background, he was unable to afford rent, and so he and his new bride June were forced to live in a tiny apartment with June’s parents and brothers on the north side of Chicago.
In order to fix the situation, George decided to enter a radio contest, to win a fully-furnished apartment in Chicago. Employing his signature wit, he wrote a hilarious essay in which he described his desperate need for an apartment in order to house him, June, and their (non-existent) pet goldfish.
To the surprise of no one who knew him, George won the radio contest, and he and June moved into their first real apartment as a married couple, on Ainslie Street. In a way that marked the true beginning of their life together, a life that would bring 63 years of marriage, 5 children, and 12 grandchildren.
Many years later, my darling sister Molly has decided to honor that moment in our family’s history, by naming her baby girl Ainslie June - born today, June 18th, at 11:43am.
Welcome to the world, Ainslie. You’ve got a family who already loves you terribly, and can’t wait to share all the rest of our stories with you.