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Week 3 : Cars
January 15, 2011, 5:36 pm
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

Week 3: Cars. What was your first car? Describe the make, model and color, but also memories you have of the vehicle. You can also expand on this topic and describe the car(s) your parents drove and any childhood memories attached to it.

My first car was a light blue, but for the life of me I don’t remember the make. I got it when I was a senior in high school. It wasn’t a status symbol, but it was a necessity. We had just moved to Manhattan, Ks and my mother became a paid working woman at the age of 49. She did not drive, so I got a car to take her to work, and then on to school. The school ran to shifts, and I elected to start at 7:30 in the morning. I would take my mother to work, and then my father would pick her up on his way home.

My dad and I

Having said that I do remember the cars of my growing up years. Some only from the pictures. My father and I standing behind the family car. This would be about 1950 or 51.

We never had a brand new car, it was always a used car, new to us, and usually every 4-5 years it would be traded in. The first one I remember was the burgundy, bullet nosed Studebaker. I was 9 or 10 when we got this car.

It was traded in for a Buick, this is the car I used when I was learning to drive. I had learned to drive on the little Ford tractor in the field, so a car was pretty easy after that.  I also had to take Driver’s Ed in HS.

My Dad and his new car

But the car I remember most was the gold Chrysler, oops it was a Plymouth. (a senior moment). OH, had we moved up, when Daddy came home with that car. It had the fins, and was a “spiffy” looking car. It didn’t have a gearshift, but it had the push buttons on the steering column.

This car was replaced with a red and white Rambler. Guess what, it also had the push buttons on the steering column. This one was a challenge, if you did not follow the sequence correctly to put the car in gear, you didn’t go anywhere, and had to start the sequence all over again. By this time I had my own car and I couldn’t keep track of all of the cars my father had over coming years.

I just remember a phone call about 5 years before my father died. He said, “ I am giving up my car. I came close to hitting a child that ran in the street. My reaction time has slowed down, I didn’t hit the child, but it was too close. I will not drive again.” The remainder of his life he would walk to the places he needed to go or have a friend take him.

I hope when I reach that stage of my life I will have the grace to make that decision, and not force others to make it for me.

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History by Amy Coffin, of the We Tree blog, is a series of weekly blogging prompts (one for each week of 2011) that invite genealogists and others to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants. You do not have to be a blogger to participate. If you do not have a genealogy blog, write down your memories on your computer, or simply record them on paper and keep them with your files.



My “Cat” Quilt
January 10, 2011, 10:03 pm
Filed under: Personal History, Uncategorized

This is a special treasure because it was made by my Grandma Sanders. Not only did she cut and embroider the cats, put the quilt top together, but also quilted it. I have some very special memories of this quilt. Grandma had made a “Cat Quilt” for my brother and sister, and myself. She used other quilt tops for her other grandchildren.

When I was about 10 or 11 years old Grandpa Sanders fell and broke his hip. He and Grandma came to Kansas to spend time with each of their daughters to help him recover. It was during this recovery period, they came up from Arkansas to Kansas to stay with us. We were living outside Burr Oak, Kansas at the time.

Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa Sanders

Grandma brought the almost completed top with her to finish. This quilt top was an appliquéd quilt. She cut cat silhouettes out of scraps of fabric, and old clothing. These were put on a quilt block, trimmed with bias tape for a collar and then the face of the cat was embroidered, and then appliquéd on to the quilt block. To finish the quilt I got to choose the color for the edging. Since my favorite color was blue, that was my choice. When the edging had been added it was ready to be quilted.

Her quilt frame was put up in our living room, not much extra space, and the quilting began. Grandma even showed me how to make the quilt stitches, so this quilt also has some of my unsteady stitches as well as Grandma’s confidant ones.

I treasure this quilt because my Grandmother made it for me. But as I look at the various cats, I recognize the fabric, and remember what was made from that fabric. There are pieces of fabric from pajamas, dress, skirts and blouses that were made and worn by my mother, sister and my sister.


A yellow and blue plisse crepe,
a pair of child’s pajamas. They were mine.
A grey with squiggles was a dress of my mothers.

I do use this quilt to cover a spare bed. But this is a very special treasure of mine. It will always bring back many memories.

Karen (Voss) Grossman



Week 2: Winter Days
January 7, 2011, 10:36 pm
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

This is week 2 for 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History.

Winter in Central Kansas could be cold and snowy or very mild. As I grew up most winters were seasons of cold and snow. There was snow most winters, with more some winters than others.

During the winter months doing the wash and drying clothes was always a challenge. We lived in the country and had an old washer with a wringer. Mondays were wash day, washing between 6-8 loads of clothing and bedding, and them all to be hung out on the line. The washer and tubs had to be brought into the kitchen to be hooked up to the kitchen sink to fill them all. When everything was set up, filled and the clothes had all been sorted. It was time to begin. The first load was put in, no timer so when Mom thought the time was up, each item was taken out of the washer, but through the wringer, into the first rinse, repeating for the second rinse and a final trip through the wringer into the basket. The second load was put into washer and the washed clothes were taken out to the line. It was only in extreme weather conditions that the clothes were not hung out on the line. During the winter months the clothes did not dry on the line, they froze. When they were brought in the house they were stiff as boards, then hung on the clothes lines that were strung through out the dining and living room. They thawed out and would finish drying in the house. Of course at the end of the day, the tubs and washer had to be drained, and put back on the porch. This is the method my used for washing clothes until we moved in 1965, with winters having the challenge of the clothes freezing on the line. But the best part of the day was the pot of ham and beans that simmered on the stove all day, and were served that night for supper with a pan of corn bread. Still a favorite meal.

One winter that stands out in my memory is the year I was in fourth grade. That winter I spent more time in town, than I did at home. That winter we had so much snow that our roads weren’t opened for the bus to come pick me up for a number of weeks. We had 2 miles of roads to get to a main road to take us to town. My father was determined I get an education and he would take me to town on Monday morning and come get me on Friday after school. My ride to school was on the back of a small gray Ford Tractor. My father built a box on the back of the tractor, to carry me and 4 of our neighbor’s children to school. I would bundle up, gather my school things and a suitcase and climb on the back of the tractor, we headed down the road, picked up the neighbors, and Daddy took us the 4 miles to school. During the week I stayed with a classmate and her sister. (My brother and sister were gone from home by this time, so I was like an only child.) During these weeks, I found out what it was like to have a sister at home. Friday after school, Daddy would pick up us on the little Ford tractor and take us home for the weekend. We repeated this process for several weeks. It could have only been 2-3 weeks, but it seems much longer, maybe 4-6 weeks. Just a very unusual winter, wish we had taken pictures, but that wasn’t our priority.

Winters today don’t seem so harsh, but when you are you young things look a whole lot different



How did I find?
January 3, 2011, 6:33 pm
Filed under: sources | Tags: ,

I had found George Herman or Herman George Weisleder in the 1910 and 1930 Census, why couldn’t I find him in the 1920 Census. How do you narrow down a census for a large city. I had found him listed in a Buffalo City Directory living at 304 Sycamore. Now Buffalo has a lot of Districts. I went to Google Earth and located 304 Sycamore, and the streets surrounding it. Then as most of the enumeration districts listed the streets bounding the district, I was able to zero in on the enumeration district that 304 Sycamore would be listed. When I found the entry, the last name was Weisler, so it was not coming up in searches for Weisleader. It is amazing what can be found using various sources.

It also shows that he is widowed with 2 children, Lois and Kenneth.



New Study
January 3, 2011, 3:59 pm
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I have enrolled in a class from FamilyTree University. I have looked at the first week’s lesson. The course is Source Documentation 101: How to Cite Genealogy Sources Accurately and effectively. Lesson 1: Why Should I Cite Sources? I hope to become more proficient in recording my sources.

After all of these years of telling students to cite their source, I am finding out how important it is to cite my sources for information relating to my genealogy. It is a pain, but from experience, it needs to be done. The reading for today reminded me that one reason to cite, is to be able to find the information again. More than one I have found some documentation and then, spend a lot of time trying to find it again. The internet should make it easy. HA HA.

One item that was provided, helped me to see where a specific bit of information fits in to the citation. The URL was listed as the call number, when I think about it, that makes sense. The call number is the “street address” for the book, so the URL is the “street address” for the website.

One question I have is how to cite a source, that I have several different pages I use. Is it one source, or is each page a separate source. I hope to have an answer for this, when I complete this course.

Looking forward, to working through the 4 lessons, and reading Evidence! Citation & Analysis for the Family Historian by Elizabet Shown Mills.

I will continue to work on the Weisleder family, I am getting close to finalizing the information I have on each member. Then will go back and proof. The only problem with genealogy, you always find some information that will change the data for some one you had worked on earlier.



Week 1: A Special New Year’s Day
January 2, 2011, 2:07 am
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

Our wedding

In 1975 I made New Year’s Day a very special day. My husband and I were married on Jan. 1, 1975. That meant celebrating our anniversary every New Year’s day. We had planned on getting married on Jan. 11 that year; so, Jan. 1 was not our first choice for a wedding date. At Thanksgiving my Mother was given the news that her cancer was back. My brother, who lived in a western state, called and gave me some options.
1. Have the wedding as planned, they would fly in the day before and out the day following.
2. Or they would come back for 2 weeks to spend Christmas with the family, then leave after the wedding.

Since my husband -to- be wanted the wedding to be in ‘75’ for tax purposes. I started exploring the possibilities of getting married on Jan. 1. The minister and the church were available, and all of the arrangements could be changed to have the wedding on Jan. 1, 1975. So option two was our choice. I had to reorder all of the invitations and napkins, etc that had a date on it, and get everything ready 10 days earlier.

My family gathered for our last Christmas with our family. We had not celebrated with my brother for a number of years, since they lived so far away. Family time was enjoyed except my sister’s children brought the flu home from school. It took it toil on the family through out the week.

New Year’s Day 1975 rolled in, about 3am, the flu hit me. My wedding day had arrived and I didn’t care. I did manage to get up after a few hours and get through the noon dinner, and the wedding at 2 that afternoon. Otherwise it was a beautiful day for Kansas in January. It was 40º out and we didn’t need coats or jackets. My now husband did take all of the men from the wedding party to my house in their rented tuxes and moved my piano to the truck. I wasn’t too happy about that. I was exhausted at the end of that day.

The next morning we awoke to 8” of snow, with my piano out in the truck. It did survive. And that is another story. I returned to town to finish a job and on Jan. 11, we had a blizzard. We wouldn’t have gotten married on that day.

We celebrated together for 14 years on Jan. 1. I lost my husband after 14 ½ years. So Jan. 1 is a bittersweet day for me. But I now have another reason to celebrate New Year’s Day. A great-great niece was born this morning about 4am.




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