MS. REBECCA SHEIR
Many of us base our relationships on routine, as we develop, and traditions we carry on. That's especially true for one D.C. family. Decades ago, John Wiebenson decided to take over Friday night dinner for his three sons. But cooking wasn't his strong suit so he stuck to what he knew, steak and potatoes. And as a special treat, he let his children act like little cavemen. Thus began Wild Man Night and, as Jessica Gould tells us, it's a tradition that continues today.
MS. JESSICA GOULD
It's Friday night at the Wiebenson house. The steak is sizzling. The potatoes are baking, and things are about to get a little bit wild. Eight-year-old Tristan Wiebenson explains.
MR. TRISTAN WIEBENSON
So you eat with your hands. You make a fire. And when you're done eating, you growl.
Tristan's grandmother Abigail says Wild Man Night began years ago, back when her three sons were small and she had her hands full as a working mom.
MS. ABIGAIL WIEBENSON
I was really tired. I had three children and a full-time job and it was the end of the week. And I was done.
Abigail says that's when her husband, John Wiebenson, or Wieb for short, offered to take over.
He was not a cook. He had a very limited menu that he could do. He would bring five shrimp. He would get steak. He would get five baked potatoes. And he would get three comic books.
He hid the comic books, which the children would find as part of a pre-dinner scavenger hunt. Then they would sit down to eat. Utensils were purely optional.
He would pour sparkling cider into the glasses, and then he would propose a toast. And the toast would be to an ancestor, but we wouldn't just clink glasses. We would growl.
Wieb's son, John, says he was about 10-years-old when Wild Man Night began.
MR. JOHN WIEBENSON
I think it was just a great kind of moment to sort of pull us all together.
And John says Wild Man Night was just one of the ways Wieb brought excitement and whimsy into the boys' everyday lives.
And it was just -- Saturdays included metro adventures, in which we'd get on the metro and kind of pick a stop and just ride the metro and see where it took us.
He even remodeled the family's DuPont Circle row house, transforming it into a veritable jungle gym of wooden ladders and secret passageways. Abigail says it was just Wieb's way to make life better for his children and for everyone.
He was always a man who believed in the underdog.
As an architect, Wieb did a lot of pro bono work for local schools and charities. He was especially devoted to Martha's Table, a nonprofit that provides food, clothing and educational opportunities to low-income families. In the fall of 2003, Wieb was helping out with improvements there when tragedy struck.
He had renovated several of the buildings there on 14th Street, and this was the last.
The building had been a car repair shop, but he hoped to make it into a space for after-school programs. First, he had to clean out the basement.
All of the things that people had taken out of the cars, the oil and the toxic things, they'd thrown into the basement. And so he had gotten gallons and gallons of that stuff taken out. And he went down to just check it again, and the toxicity had come back and he was asphyxiated.
It was devastating for the family. But if Wieb had taught them anything, it was to embrace life and enjoy the moments they had together. So, several months later, when Wieb's son, Derek, (sp?) got married, the family decided to host a Wild Man dinner for the guests. Now, John Wiebenson carries on the tradition with his sons, Tristan and Oliver, who's six.
I hope they kind of can understand the -- you know, I think it's good to be a little crazy, know there's a time for that and know a way to do it that still is part of the family and still is part of, you know, a great tradition.
So John hides the comic books.
All right. Start walking. Warm, warm, hot, on fire. Oh, you got it.
Then the boys sit down to eat. They smash the potatoes with the palms of their hands and tear the meat with their teeth. Finally, when only empty potato skins and gristle is left, John makes a toast.
To my dad...
Who started Wild Man Night.
...Jonathon Wieb, who started this and brought this sort of wonderful tradition that I'm very happy to pass on to Tristan and Oliver, and hope that they continue it in their own wild ways.
And on the count of three...
One, two, three.
...the boys lift their glasses of sparkling cider and growl for their grandfather. I'm Jessica Gould.
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