Spanish-American War veteran, card shark, game-bird smuggler, booze runner, auto repairman, tenement manager: Ralph Sylvester Mayer sported all sorts of hats in his 70 years in St. Paul.
"He was a scallywag, but I sure adored my grandfather," Paul Gerber said. "I remember sitting on his lap with his toothpick going at 100 miles per hour as he read us stories."
Gerber was 5 when his grandfather died at 70 in 1949.
"He croaked from a heart attack carrying a porcelain toilet three stories up some cheap rental property he owned behind the State Capitol," said Gerber, a retired Bureau of Criminal Apprehension agent. "It was really a tenement, a slum, and he was a hardheaded old Kraut."
Gerber's first cousin, also named Ralph Mayer, was 7 when they buried their grandfather. On a recent Sunday, the two cousins got together in Edina to comb over old photos, letters and documents that piece together Ralph Mayer's life.
Born Dec. 27, 1878, in St. Paul, Mayer was the oldest of three children of an Austrian-born portrait painter named Ferdinand Mayer.
Ferdinand "married a 16-year-old farm girl at age 45," said the second Ralph Mayer, a retired claims manager for the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs. "By all accounts, he was a disagreeable person."
Ferdinand's son, the first Ralph, only made it through sixth grade, according to U.S. Census rolls. You'd swear he was highly educated when you read one of his letters, written in perfect penmanship to his sister, Grace, on Jan. 15, 1899. Writing from Cuba, he was serving as an unhappy private in the U.S. Army hospital corps.