In 1959, in a small town on the south sea-shore of Ukraine, in a small hospital a woman sat screaming on a hospital bed. Sweat was pouring down her face as she laid screaming in Ukrainian at her husband cowering in the corner. “what the fuck have you done to me!!!!” screamed the woman. She knew what he had done and she had been a willing participant at the time but 9 months later she was a bit perturbed. She was fat, constantly nauseous, and felt like she was passing a watermelon through her lady parts.
The labor lasted only a few hours but was extremely painful due to the size of the new born infant. Wilbur Pestrall was a large child but a quiet one. He rarely cried and a giggle was even more rare. At the age of two Wilbur was forcibly moved from his home in Ukraine to a new home outside of Montreal, Canada. Wilbur’s father was offered a new job in the city where he would be hired to build new skyscrapers. the family first traveled to England, where they lived for about a week, and then took a large boat over to the Canada.
As Wilbur grew up he learned english as his first language while still learning some Ukrainian and using it around the house. he went to school and studied hard and then went to an American University where he studied Structural Engineering and Architecture and later became what his father had been and began to design and build Skyscrapers.
In 1983 Wilbur moved back to Montreal for a job he had received and that’s when he Met his future Wife, Helena Bondaruk.
In 1961 Helena was born in a small town in Mississippi. Helena’s mother was a stay at home wife and mother. Mrs. Bondaruk grew up in in England and Mr. Bondaruk in the Ukraine. Both parents were very traditional in a time that being conservative was not the in thing to do. This was very difficult for Mrs. Bondaruk, who always had to be in and hip. It was then that her whole outlook changed! she began throwing elaborate parties not just for her but for her daughter as well, she began purchasing high fashion such as fur coats and stoles.
At one of the infamous Bondaruk parties in 1977 A slew of Helena’s school friends arrived at the house. The children, most friends, some acquaintances, were sent down to the basement rec. room where they were told to eat all the food presented, for some reason, on fine china dishes. About an hour into the party Frankie Wilsbourgh appeared upstairs in front of Mr. Bondaruk’s leather armchair.
Frankie was a skinny boy who wore very wide rimmed glasses and seemed to have some problems speaking through his retainer, he would be lopped in with the acquaintances portion of the party.
“Um, Mr. Bondaruk? I finished the plate of cookies and was wondering if you had anymore?” Mr. Bondaruk looked down at the plate and recognized it immediately. Rather than answering the boy’s question he called his wife and daughter in from the kitchen, where they were performing hostess duties. Helena had to everything not to burst out laughing and her mother almost had to pick her chin up off the floor.
Frankie explained he had eaten all the cookies and would like some more. “of course dear just on second” Mrs. Bondaruk walked as swiftly as she could into the kitchen with Helena close at her heels the two women began to laugh so hard they almost cried. “Well he certainly seemed to like them,” Helena said to her daughter between laughs “shall we give him some more?” Helena could only nod and retrieve the “cookies” that were desired. As they poured the dog biscuits onto the plate from the basement their tears began to role down their faces as they continued to laugh.
Eventually Helena attended American college and then promptly moved to canada to have some fun with her girlfriends from school, it was there that she met Wilbur Pestrall.
Mr and Mrs. Pestrall met in a dark bar in Montreal and fell head over heels for each other. Bear in mind that both were very drunk and probably didn’t really get very well acquainted before Wilbur brought his future wife back to his apartment downtown. In the morning they both woke up and introduced themselves for a second time since neither could remember the night before.
although neither could remember and there were no witnesses it can be assumed the initial conversation went something like this.
Wilbur: hey thdhere seccxyr (Hey there sexy)
Future Mrs. Pestrall: wehjrge hbfg i helssenddfat (well hello, I’m Helena)
Wilbur: well houd ou like to come to my place tunight? (well how would you like to come back to my place tonight)
Helena: wellsyoussesemlikesasniceenougshguyandyouaregsoodlookinssoyeahwshynot (well you seem like a nice enough guy and you are good looking so yeah why not)
The next morning was sufficiently awkward but the fledgling couple soon recovered over a cup of coffee and about a pack of cigarettes each. A few years later they were engaged to be married and then shortly after that Dorothy found herself pregnant. Their first child was named Allison and was an extremely quiet baby, usually paying attention only to her toe and finger and the immense amazement that they brought her. A year the first of the three boys was born.
Matthew was a bit more energetic and more of a pain than the now year old Allison. two years later was when Arron was born and the Family moved to a small little town in New Jersey. Their house had three bed rooms, a finished basement, one bathroom, and two half bathrooms (for those who don’t know that is a toilet and a sink) The house was pristine and for about a year it stayed that way. Dorothy Gave up her clerical job to become a stay at home mom to her three kids.
When Allison was 4 her youngest brother Max was born. Everything was relatively normal for about one year. Dorothy was always busy with laundry and cooking and dishes and she was damn good at it too. If there was one thing Mrs. Pestrall knew how to do better than anything else it was raising kids.
Then shit hit the fan. At about two years old The Pestrall’s began to realized that Max was not developing at the same rate as their first few children. They went to a few doctors who told them not to worry about that he was not sick and he was just taking his time. When he refused to be potty trained or talk within the next year they knew something was wrong. Max was diagnosed with Autism. Helena was confused because she always thought of autism as a socially crippling disease and Max was the most social of all the Pestrall children. “He is A-Typical” the doctor told them but reassured them that he was in fact autistic.
The family continued to live and survive and in the process adopt two cats, 6 bunnies, a family of raccoons living in their backyard, 4 wholes in the ceiling, and a lot of laundry and dishes. Now they just enjoy life and relax with friends.
Meet the Pestralls!
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