The Evening News, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, October 10, 1945
Oh my God, I have a family story about this I’ve been hearing my whole life.
This is Tressie:
Tressie is my great-great grandmother. She was born in 1894 and by the 1940s was a grandmother (to my grandmother!). So by the time she had the experience I’m about to report, she was very much a whole adult. Here she is in 1948 and 1950, as close as I had to the date of this paper publish date.
One day around the time period these photos were taken, she returned from a big trip to a state fair/gardening show event that she’d been to a state or two away from her younger family. She was excited to tell my grandmother about this Amazing Brand New Thing she had tried at the fair.
“PIZZ-UH!” she announced.
My grandmother reports that as a teen or pre-teen a the time, she was well aware of pizza and how it was pronounced, but her grandmother’s excited baffled report stuck with her, and she started jokingly pronouncing it ‘pizz-uh’, especially when she had her own kids and grandkids.
My brother and I grew up jokingly scolding our grandmother that it was 'Pizz-uh Hut’ because of the brand new experience of a woman we never got to meet who was born nearly a century before us.
I love that Tressie still ended up part of my life in this tiny funny way and that her experience helps remind me of the way and amount that things change. This was such a great thing to see to smile about her.
(via yesterdaysprint)
