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52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 52-Advice
March 3, 2012, 9:32 am
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Week 52. Advice. Do you have any advice for future generations who may be researching your family? For example, was there a name change or a significant relocation in your past? This is intended to be a very flexible question. Answer it any way you wish.

Thank You:

First I would like to thank Amy Coffin for putting together this series of prompts for the year. The prompts allowed me to start my personal history to share with my family.  This will gives my children and grandchildren some of my stories.  I know I am finishing this late, but it is more important to finish, than end on time.  I hope to be able to pull these together in a hard copy for my grandchildren. Again thanks for all the ideas.

Advice:

1.  Remember this is a journey & journeys, don’t always take a straight path.  Sometimes there are detours and back tracking, it may take you down unexpected pathways or wide open highways.  Also there will be roadblocks (brickwalls) that seem impossible to get around. Then all of a sudden the roadblock is gone, and a new one is in its place.

2. Remember that genealogy is never ending.  There are ancestors and descendants, with new information being discovered along the way.  Your family comes from both your sides and all of these are a part of you.

3.  Make goals. I have so many things I want to accomplish that I get side tracked.  I need to select about 3 goals and make them my priority for this year. Last year I worked on my Genealogy Blog, I also completed making a digital copy of 34 years of the Langston Newsletter, getting it ready for others to use.

For 2012

1.  To continue with my blog, Using ideas from Amy Coffins’s The Big Genealogy Blog Book and alsoTo Our Children’s Children by Bob Greene and D. G. Fulford.

2.  To go to cemeteries to take pictures for Find a Grave

3.  To make a copy of my years blog into a book,

Of course continue my research for my VOSS, SANDERS, GROSSMAN , and RICE families.

 

 



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 51-Holiday Events
February 8, 2012, 9:10 am
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Week 51. Holiday Events. Where did your family gather for the Christmas or Hanukkah as a child? Which family members and friends attended the event?

As I was growing up we would celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve.  We would gather around the tree and then read the Christmas story from Luke 2: 1-20.  Then we would open our gifts.  Hearing this story will always be an important part of my Christmas.  The next morning we would have the stockings which usually had an orange and some candy.  Most years we celebrated with our immediate family, after my sister married and had children we would celebrate with them.

As my sister married into the Catholic faith, that is when I hear about Christmas Eve services as they celebrated with Midnight Mass. It was after I was married that other faiths started celebrating with the Candlelight Service for Christmas Eve.

Over the years that has also become an important part of my Christmas celebration.  Partly because I am a participant in the service, and partly because it reminds me of the reason we celebrate.  Due to illness this was the first year in many that I was unable to attend the service.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 50 – Holiday Gift
February 3, 2012, 11:03 am
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Week 50. Holiday Gifts. Describe any memorable Christmas or Hanukkah gifts you received as a child.

A couple of gifts that I remember, one is the rocker I received as a child.  Here is the post about this gift.

Another gift I remember is one that hurt my feelings.  As a teen our emotions were all over the place.  That year at school I received a toy for my gift.  Everyone else had received more personal gifts.  That is a gift I will not forget, but I can not dwell on it.  I just want to try to make my gifts appropriate for the occasion.

The first year we were married, for Christmas my husband took a ring that had lost the pearl, and had it reset for my present.  That was a special gift.

 



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 49 – Historical Events
January 31, 2012, 9:51 am
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Week 49. Historical Events. Describe a memorable national historical event from your childhood. How old were you and how did you process this event? How did it affect your family?

Over the years there are many events that have that will be remembered, but here I want to share 2 of them.

First the Assassination of John F. Kennedy.  I was sophmore in high on that day.  For some reason I had been out of the classroom, when I returned the class was very quiet, and over the intercom I heard the radio.  I then heard that President Kennedy had been shot.  We sat in stunned silence for the remainder of that class, and just as the bell rang, it was announced that the President is dead.

The rest of the day is a blank, and we did have school the next day.  School was dismissed the day of the funeral, I remember watching the funeral on TV that day.  This is was major historical event in my memory.

I also remember where I was when I heard about the Challenger explosion, the shooting of Bobby Kennedy, and various other events.

In more recent days, September 11, 2001 along with the days that follow, is one of memory, and not just for the events in the New York and Washington, D.C. , but for events that affected my personal life.

That day started as many others, I was at work in the library at our Middle School.  My friend and pastor called to tell me to watch the TV, to see what was happening in New York.  I switched on the TV, and quickly realized that this was something to bring to the attention of my administration. Because of state meetings most of the adminstration were in Topeka.  It happened the administrator in charge was in our building and I shared this with her.  We became aware that we were in a National Crisis, but we also had our own local crisis to deal with as well.  That day we informed that there was a prison escape, and our building was put under lock down, to be sure he did not come to the school.

That day was spent trying to keep an eye on the news, keep students calm, and as normal as possible.  I was also helping to plan and prepare for a community prayer service that evening.

At the end of that school day, as I am leaving the building I was overwhelmed with the feeling that as I walked through the doors of the building my world was completely changed.  It was the same feeling I had when I was leaving the hospital after my husband’s death.  I was in a safe haven and what was outside those doors would never be the same.  I had to move forward as I could not stay in one place forever.

That evening the community service was held.  The next morning I went out to get my car to drive to work and I had no car.  As I looked in the garage, I thought “Did I walk home last night, leaving my car at the church?”  It took a few minutes to comprehend that my car had been stolen.  I called work and told them I would be delayed, as I was waiting for the police to report my stolen car.  My car had been stolen by the escaped prisoner. My experiences dealing with this are another story.

Not only had the World changed at a National Level, but it also changed for me at a personal level.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History : Week 48 – Thanksgiving
January 30, 2012, 10:19 am
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Week 48. Thanksgiving. What was on your family’s Thanksgiving table? Do you serve the same dishes now as your family served in the past?

Most of the time we ate the tradition Thanksgiving Dinner.  We would have a huge turkey with stuffing and dressing, green beans with bacon (not the casserole), candied yams, mashed potatoes and gravy, a waldorf salad, something made with cranberries, a relish plate and to top off the meal pumpkin pie with whipped cream.

We would have family dinners, although there were times when we would join friends to celebrate the day.

After our marriage in 1975, our Thanksgiving was at Grandma’s house, and so I did not have the opportunity to prepare the turkey.  She would let us bring some side dishes, but she fixed the turkey and dressing.  Over the years, it took on the job of dishwasher that was my contribution to the dinner. As the years passed and she was unable to prepare the meal, it purchased, and we still had Thanksgiving at her house until her death in 2001.

Several years ago I was going to have my family and a few others in for the Thanksgiving Dinner.  It was quite an experience.  My oven had been on the fritz from some time and I decided if I was going to have Thanksgiving I need it repaired.  The first effort didn’t get it fixed and so the part to repair the oven was to arrive after Thanksgiving.  So how do you fix a Thanksgiving Dinner with out an oven.  A roaster was purchased and the stove top and numerous crockpots were used to fix the dinner.  I discovered the roaster could be used for baking and it heated rolls and cooked other items for the dinner. Even with all of the hurdles a Thanksgiving feast was put in front of the family.  A couple of new things were added a potato casserole, and some appetizers, otherwise it was my traditional Thanksgiving Dinner.

Just remember that Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks, the food is not as important as the time spent together with the family.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History : Week 47 – Fall
January 30, 2012, 9:58 am
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Week 47. Fall. What was fall like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc.

For many people fall is the time of changing colors of the leaves.  Living in the state of Kansas much of the state does not have plentiful stands of trees, so our changing colors comes in other forms.

Fall for me was the time for a new school year, a time to buy new clothes, get the new books for school and the fall school activities to begin.  On the farm it was time for the fall harvest of corn and milo.  The fields of corn were drying up as the corn matured, and the milo was turning the fields to the bright red color.  The garden was giving up it final produce and extras were being canned.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History : Week 46 – Politics
January 30, 2012, 9:50 am
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Week #46 – Politics

Week 46. Politics. What are your childhood memories of politics? Were your parents active in politics? What political events and elections do you remember from your youth?

Politics is a difficult topic for me.

As I was growing up, my father kept up with the world and state and local news.  He read about it and listened on radio and TV.  He always encouraged us to participate in voting but was not involved with political activities.

I was in college when I reached voting age. I remember listening to debates on campus about the various candidates.

One of my problems is I will not declare a party, because of this I cannot participate in the primary elections only general elections.

I do want to make my voice heard on local, state and national issues.  No matter the out come I will support the winning candidate or issues.



52 Weeks of Personal Geneaology & History: Week 36: Part IV
November 12, 2011, 9:26 am
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Alaska Trip

Part I: Drive up

Part II: Cruise

Part III : Inland Tour

Part IV: Heading Home

Friday:

Officially our cruise is over.  It has been nice to have someone else taking us were we needed to go, and not have to worry about where we would sleep, and there were always places to eat.  Now we were on our own.  Melba, Kenneth & Billie were up and ready to go about 30 minutes ahead of us.  Charles, Judy, Gloria & I took a little longer to get the van loaded.  Our group wanted to make some stops along the way, so we were not going to caravan back to Vancouver, WA.

We loaded up, and headed out.  We missed the traffic logjam, and were cruising right a long.  We were coming close to the board, when Charles suggested we get out passports, ready to present.  To my amazement when I opened mine, there was Melba staring up at me.  I had given her the wrong passport.  An immediate call was made to Kenneth, thankfully, the call went through.  They were in sight of the boarder.  I told him Charles was jogging up to them to exchange passports.  We were all relieved when he returned with the exchanged passport.

At the boarder, everything was checked, Charles & Judy were told you haven’t signed your passport.  All of the places we had used them no one had caught it.  Later, we found out Kenneth had been told the same thing.

Back in the USABACK IN THE USA!

For lunch we stopped at Applebee’s in Maysville, Washington.  We are waiting to order, when Charles overhears another patron say we just had an earthquake.  We looked up at the lights and every pendant light in the place was swaying in time.  One lady looked up, said “about 2.9.”  Charles then called Eric, his son, to find out if there had been an earthquake anywhere near us.  Eric pulled up an app on his phone, he told us that an 6.4 earthquake had just been recorded for Vancouver, Island.  (Thankfully no damage was recorded for this earthquake.)  We didn’t feel the quake just saw the results.  (Since then at home I felt an aftershock from the Oklahoma quake.)

We took leftovers with us for supper that evening.  Our next stop was Mt. St. Helen’s, the Grants and Mattix families had camped there a number of years ago.  We reached the area where we could take some pictures and see the changes since we had been there.

Mt. St. Helen's 2011

Mt. St. Helen's 2011

The tourist stops were closed when we got to them.  We came back down to a small convenience store at Toutle to use the bathroom.  After we had taken our break and stretched, we decided it was time to eat.  There was  a picnic table at the side, and we ate our leftovers from lunch al fresco. Then on back to Kenneth’s at Vancouver.

We unloaded Karen’s and Melba’s luggage. It was time to do laundry again. Mine to be done that night.  Melba did a load as she was going to send on suitcase back with me.  Then repacking suitcases and ready to go again.  Melba was going to be staying with Kenneth & Billie before she returned home.

Saturday:

Time to head for home.  Charles, Judy & Gloria came by the next morning, to pick up Karen.  After breakfast, and loading the van, we were heading for Boise, Idaho our stop for the night. A stop was made at Multnomah Falls.  It is a double falls, just outside of Portland.  We parked then walked under the highway to the Falls.  It was a beautiful day and the Falls were magnificent.

 

At Multnomah Falls

At Multnomah Falls

The trip took us back through the Columbia Gorge.  I was quite tired, so I listened to an audio book and slept, through out the day.

For lunch that day we stopped at a Shari’s, after eating we decided to take a pie with us, to eat for supper.  On the way back to Interstate, we stopped at a Farmer’s market, picked up a cantaloupe, and honeydew, peaches, and plumcots.  They also had other very good choices.  One was a jar of Hood River Apple Pie Butter.  It was made with fruit juice and no additional sugar.  It had pieces of apple and raisins.  Very tasty.  I may order some from Gloria’s gourmet Foods, for Christmas gifts.

Because of the stop at the Falls we arrived in Boise early evening, had done our tourist visits earlier. Supper was leftovers, and fresh cantaloupe, and the delicious marionberry pie from Shari’s.

Sunday:

Another day of travel, after breakfast we headed for Salt Lake City.  Once we got into Utah, my sinuses started acting up, between sneezes and drainage, I just didn’t feel good.  I was too tired to even take many pictures.  We arrived in Salt Lake City, early enough to do a little touring.  We drove around Temple Square.  (Some day I want to visit the Family History Library).  Then out to the Great Salt Lake.  Charles, Gloria and Karen put their feet into the water.

Great Salt Lake

Great Salt Lake

As we were returning back to our motel, a dust storm hit.  We planned on stopping to pick up some things to supplement our supper.  But when the storm hit, we just wanted out of it.  Our supper that night was leftovers, and things we had picked up along the way.  We had the honeydew and topped it all off with the rest of the pie.

Monday:

Last day of major travel for awhile.  We left Salt Lake City, heading for Salida, Colorado to spend a few day at a friend’s cabin, and Gloria will be staying with her son and his family.   My allergies were not making this a pleasant trip.  We crossed the Continental Divide by Monarch Pass.  The mountains were all looking a little bare.

We arrived at Salida in time to have supper at Gloria’s son’s home.  They have 3 year old twins, and a nine month old.  It was fun just to watch the little ones.

Then Charles, Judy and I headed back to the cabin. First we stopped to pick up some food and  supplies for the next few days.   It was nice to know we didn’t have to rush in the morning.  So we could have a leisurely breakfast.

Tuesday:

The cabin had a beautiful view of several mountain peaks around us. The fall foliage was beginning to turn around us.  That morning were heading to Carrie’s parents, at Howard, CO. Charles was going to baptize Jarrett, the 9 month old.  Below the house was a small stream and pond.  It was here that the family gathered to baptize him.  Water was drawn from the flowing stream, and used for the baptismal ceremony.

Baptism at the Pond

Baptism at the Pond

There was one little sprinkle of rain after it was finished.  A luncheon was served at the Grandparent’s house.  Then Charles, Judy and I headed back to the cabin, to just relax for the afternoon.  Judy napped, Charles and I worked on our photographs.

We returned to Buel and Carrie’s for supper.  We were to be there at 6, but we were watching a movie and had to find out whodunit.  So we were a little late.  There was a nice gentle rain by this time.

Enjoyed the evening with Gloria and her family.  Back to the cabin, to get a good nights sleep.

 Wednesday:

No traveling, no timetable to keep up with.  Just relaxed, got our wash done, and packed to head home the next day.  Carrie and Buel were gracious enough to have in for another meal.  Certainly enjoyed them and their children.  As we were heading back to cabin, again in a nice gentle rain, Charles noticed there was now snow on the mountains.

 Thursday:

This morning, as we looked out Monarch Pass had snow on it peaks.  Several of the mountains were showing fresh snow.  The sunlight and the snow was a glorious sight.

Colorado Mountain 2011

Colorado Mountain 2011 with Fresh Snow

After we ate breakfast, loaded the van, headed in to Salida to pick up Gloria.  She would be home tonight.

There was a lot of dense fog, so Charles ended up doing most of the driving.  Everyone was ready to be home.   Arrived in Colby, stopped for supper at Arby’s, then to Dillon’s for a few supplies and back to Gloria’s.

We got the Internet straightened out, divided up the cost, and got pictures to the right person.  We had survived 26 days traveling together, and would do it again.

Although not everyone is home yet, this is end of our journey.  Charles and Judy will take Karen to Ellis to get her car, to head back to Larned,  then they will head to Wichita for a couple of days.

Friday:

It was time to say good by to Gloria, as Charles, Judy and I headed out for home. One last stop at Starbuck, then on to Ellis.  It was only a couple of hours down the road.

As I am traveling this last leg of the trip I am reminded of all of the fall colors that we have seen over the past few weeks.  Kansas some times get the short end, they aren’t know for the fall colors, or mountains, or the big history spots.  But Kansas, is home, as I was driving I saw the colors as fields of milo were  turning there bright rusty red, with bright green leaves. Kansas in reality has 2 major changes of colors, in spring, the green wheat turning  the fields to waves of gold, and in the fall, the fields of milo, along with  a field of yellow, and an occasional field of sunflowers.

Unloaded my luggage, to put it into my car.  Put Melba’s suitcase in the house, took a quick break.  Said good bye to Charles and Judy.  When my car was loaded I headed to Hays to have a visit with my niece, Creta.  Picked up a quick lunch, and headed home.

I was very glad to be home.

Another Road Trip is over.

I have only one trip that tops this one, and it was my trip to Egypt, with this trip to  Alaska coming in as number 2.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 36: Road Trips, Part III
November 9, 2011, 10:14 am
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Alaska Trip

Part I: Drive up

Part II: Cruise

Part III : Inland Tour

Monday:

We rose early, made sure our luggage was ready for pickup, then picked up a quick breakfast. From the Hilton we were only about  1½ blocks from the train station, but our driver took us for a quick tour of the city, before going down to the station.  He told us about some very cold weather, and the games his grandsons enjoyed playing in that very cold weather.  Then train was coming in, so we unloaded the bus, and boarded the train.  This was a double decker, with the dining area below, and the upper level domed, for us to be able to see the scenery as we headed  to Denali Park.  The train ride was eight hours, to just enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Alaskan Explorer

Ready for the ride.

We were able to get our first glimpse of Mt. Denali.  WHAT A SIGHT.  Hard to get a good picture from a moving train.

First Sighting of Mt. Denali

First Sighting of Mt. Denali

For lunch we went down to the dining area, I tried the reindeer chili served in a cornmeal bread bowl.  It was very good.

There were so many ooh’s and aah’s along the way.  The hostess told us, we were seeing new snow on the mountains, new snow is “termination” snow as the tourist season is quickly coming to an end.   Several of us purchased tickets for the Cabin Night dinner theater, at the McKinley Chalet Resort.  Arriving at the train station, buses took us to our night’s destination, the McKinley Chalet Resort.  The rest of the group was able to obtain tickets to show, so all 9 of us unloaded, found our rooms, and explored a little until time for dinner and the show.

They served us family style, we had salad, ribs, baked salmon, corn, and it was topped off with a berry pie.  We had already eaten so much on the cruise, we had a difficult time eating that much.  Our waiter said he could tell which way the group was going.  Those doing inland, then the cruise ate very well, and those having cruised could hardly eat.  I wanted to cry when I saw him put the ribs and salmon we didn’t eat in the trash.

Then the group put on an interactive play giving us history of the park, as well as the people who were instrumental in developing the park.  The cast interacted with people from the crowd. They had us sing the “Home in the Snow” song, and recognized birthdays and anniversaries.  Leading the group in “Let Me Call You Sweetheart”. (Thanks to Gloria for sharing her photos.)

Ken & Billie

Ken & Billie, almost 48 yrs.

Charles & Judy

Charles & Judy, 40 yrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mush, Mush

Mush, Mush

 

 

Charles, Judy, Gloria and I headed back to the main lodge to have our picture taken by the Old Sourdough Photographer.  We dressed up in the fur coats and gloves, then climbed in the sled, with Charles as our musher, to get our picture taken.

Back to our very rustic cabin for the night.

Tuesday:

The next morning we put our luggage out, as we would be spending the night in Fairbanks.  Up to the main lodge for breakfast, and await our bus.  This would be a refurbished school bus.  This tour was taking us up to a look out point to see Mt. Denali.

As we drove through the park, I kept seeing all of these jigsaw puzzle pictures.  It isn’t easy to take pictures from a moving vehicle, but kept trying.

Alaskan Moose

Alaskan Moose

At the rest stop, we walked up to the Ranger’s Cabin.  He told us about living there with basically only his dogs for company, but the need to have a presence there.  The inside of the Cabin reminded me very much of the pioneer sod houses. We also saw a moose on our way up.  So many pictures it is hard to narrow them down.

 

 

 

Then it was off to the lookout point, and turnaround.  There we got another view of Mt. Denali.  The range and the peaks, along with the changing colors of the foliage made for a glorious sight.  We were able to see the peak.  So we became a part of the 30% club as only 30% of the people get to see through the clouds.

Mt Denali

Mt Denali

On the way back our driver said we were ahead of schedule so he stopped at the parks entrance to give us a photo op.  This is the one and only picture of all nine of our “Cruise Family”.

"Cruise Family'

"Cruise Family'

Back to the Lodge, we no longer have rooms, so some played cards, others did a computer catch up, and some just sat and relaxed until it was time to load the bus, back to the train, for our four hour ride to Fairbanks.  We arrived in Fairbanks and headed to our rooms.  At least we would be here 2 nights.

Wednesday:

This morning we boarded the Holland Line bus to be taken to the Goldmine, a lunch of Miner’s Stew, then a Riverboat ride.

Stop along the Alaskan Pipeline

Stop along the Alaskan Pipeline

A bonus was a stop at the segment of the Alaskan Pipeline, where we learned that ½ is above and ½ is below ground and other interesting facts.  The frozen tundra makes it impossible for it underground the entire way.  It is an awesome project, we hadn’t thought of all the engineering problems that had to be solved to send that much oil to a location where it can be transported to where it can be processed for our use.

Then off to the El Dorado Gold Mine.  We took an open air train ride through the area, getting a flavor of what an individual would go through to find his fortune in gold.  (which very few did) We were shown through a mine, then saw some of the equipment used to bring the ore to the surface.

Panning for Gold

Panning for Gold

At the end of the ride, an demonstration area was set up. After the demonstration each traveler was given a poke and a pan to pan for our own gold.  All were guaranteed some gold.  It was exciting to find those flakes of gold in the bottom of the pan, but it also took a very skilled hand to dip and swirl the water in the pan to get the heavier dirt and rocks out of the pan.  My pan of gold yielded about $6.00 worth of gold.  I had the gold put into a bubble, and put it on a chain.   As far as I know no one found a nugget.  Some of the couples put their gold together to make a larger take.

They had drinks and cookies for everyone.  Then back to the train, which took us back to the bus.  Our next stop was Goldstream Creek Gold Mine, a larger operation, where we were served a lunch of Miner’s Stew with biscuits, and a drink.  We ate in a dining room like the miner’s would have been served.  After lunch, several took a tour of the workings of this mine.  Then it was off to our next destination.

Our final destination of the day was the  Riverboat Discovery.

Aboard the Riverboat

Aboard the Riverboat

We took a 3 ½  hour cruise down the Chena River. Arrived at the home of the late Susan Butcher, 4 time Iditarod Race winner.  Here her husband and children showed off the dogs training for a race.  David Monson, her husband, took a team of dogs on a practice run.  It was exciting to see these dogs ready to give their all.  Susan had started a book about one of her dog; David completed it after her death.  He would be at our next stop, available to sign copies of the book Granite.

Further down the river was a Chena Indian village, with guides from the Athabascan tribe to take us through the village.  Our guide was a young man from the tribe.  He described their home and hunting habits, then off to where we could see how they cared for their animals.  Our last stop on the tour was to see how they prepared their furs.  The young man’s sister, with his help, described the procedure for tanning and drying the hides.  When his sister asked him to demonstrate a moose call, he came out with a small megaphone, and called “Here moosey, moosey, moosey?”  Then his sister modeled some of the clothing, ending with a beautiful fur coat for a young maiden.

After our tour, it was time to get my books signs.  Until the riverboat whistle blew, we could explore at our leisure. Then it was back up the river.  The matriarch of the family was standing on her front lawn to share the journey with us.

Everyone loaded back on the bus, heading  back to our motel.  We again shared our evening meal together. Now it was time to pack and repack to make sure our luggage was ready for the flight we were going to be taking the next day.

Thursday:

Our last day and time to start our journey home.  Our luggage was packed, weighed, and ready for the flight.  We had most of the day to relax and enjoy the day at Fairbanks.  Charles, Judy, & Gloria and I decided to walk about 8 blocks to a restaurant for our lunch.  We had a delightful lunch at a little café called Gambardelli’s Pasta Bella.

Stopped her for lunch

Stopped her for lunch

On our walk we enjoyed the beautiful flowers, seen all along the way.   Back at our motel, we admired the huge cabbage, and rhubarb growing out side the front door.

Cabbage at the Hotel

Cabbage at the Hotel

Flowers downtown Fairbanks

Flowers downtown Fairbanks

Finally the bus arrived to transport us to the airport.  When we got to airport, there was a sea of luggage, for us to locate our pieces.  When the second bus arrived, our group headed in to get our tickets, trying to keep track of luggage, figuring out what that computer wanted us to do, waiting in line, was all a part of the process.

I got my ticket, and my luggage was taken, the agent then asked if I wanted one of my carry one pieces to go through at no cost.  I decided that was a good idea, then I went to help Melba, we also got one of her carry on pieces sent on.  Now I juggled both of our tickets, luggage, as well as passports, to get her through.  Then it was up to the line to wait to go through security.  Most of us got through without any problems.  Charles & Judy were not so fortunate.  Security went through their luggage and all of their bags, not a pleasant experience.  Nola, could not through the metal detectors due to knee surgery, so had to have individual search.  We all gave a sigh of relief when all were through security, now to wait for our plane.

It was during our break that we learned that the Sapphire Princess, a ship that followed us most of our cruise, sank a couple of fishing boats coming in to dock at the Ketchikan Harbor. The Statendam, our cruise ship, skipped the Ketchikan port of call.  The return cruise of the Statendam, would not have been a pleasant one.  Glad we sailed up and not back.

Our flight was called, we boarded heading for Seattle.  Landed at the Sea-Tec airport.  That was an experience.  It was about 11 at night.  We unloaded gathered our things, and started walking to our next connection.  First of all the moving sidewalk was under repair, then the escalator was not working, there were no carts, so we walked, and walked and walked.  We were very tired by the time we got to our plane.

It was a short hop from Seattle to Vancouver, BC.  Again loaded up our belongings, and headed for customs, needing our passports, and paperwork for anything to declare.  Remember I was keeping track of Melba’s things as well as mine. Now it was time to collect our baggage from the carousel. Once the luggage was collected I returned Melba’s passport to her.  Luggage for nine looks like someone is moving.  Everything was collected then out to catch a shuttle back to the hotel.  Everyone was ready to call it a day.  Unloaded and checked in.  Carl & Nola bid us farewell as their plane was leaving about 6 that morning.

The rest of us would be driving and trying to miss the tunnel bottle neck.

……………………. To be continued.



52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Week 45: High School
November 9, 2011, 8:59 am
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History, Grossman, Personal History

Week #45 – High School

Week 45. High School. Describe your middle and/or high school. Was it a large or small student body? Is the school still in existence today? How has it changed since you went there?

I attended two High Schools.  My Freshman – Junior years I attended Burr Oak High School. I had been a member of the class since Second Grade.  The class of 22 was looking forward to graduation in 1966.  Burr Oak was a small IA school, with about 80-90 students grades 9-12.  Every one was involved in most of the activities.  Sports were an important extra-curricular activity.  I was a member of the High School Band, Kayettes, and Pep Club. It was a very busy 3 years.

The summer of 1965, my father took up a friends offer to get him a job for the grounds crew at KSU in Manhattan, Kansas.  In just a few weeks, he had job, we found a house, the farm was sold and we moved to Manhattan.  It is there that I attended my Senior of High School.  A very different experience.  This was the first year that they would be graduating a class of over 300.  Going from my small school, to this large school was quite an experience  There were more students in my class than in the whole school at Burr Oak.

As they were growing and had limited space,  they had a split schedule, classes were held from 7:30 – 2:30, or 8:30 – 3:30.  I chose to go with the early schedule.  The building provided classes for the 10th – 12th Graders.  Because of changing schools, graduation requirements differed, some of the requirements were at different grade levels, so I was taking those classes needed to full fill the graduation requirements, not necessarily Senior classes.

This was definitely a challenging year for me, I had to take the PE class, and Geometry for a second math requirement.  At Burr Oak I had always been at the top of my class, here I was working very hard to stay in the middle of the group.  By changing schools, I feel I was better prepared for my college career which I started that summer.

Burr Oak Schools have gone through many transitions since I attended, as I mentioned in my blog about elementary school.  The community has struggled economically, and today they are a county school consolidated with Mankato & Jewell, known as the Rock Hill District.   While Manhattan, is a part of a growing community, being a part of a college community, and next to Fort Riley.   Manhattan High has had some additions, but the building I attended continues to house the 10-12 graders, while the 9 graders attend the campus at the former Middle School.  As Manhattan is a college town it continuing to grow, in 1966 there were about 1200 students 9-12; with almost 2000 students 9-12 today.




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