Kenneth’s 75th Birthday
Several months prior to April, Melba and I were invited to a surprise party for Kenneth. He was going to be 75 years old on April 21. His daughters, Step and Shay, helped Billie plan this party. Plans were made for Melba and me to fly out to Portland, but how were we going to stay out of sight from Friday evening until Sunday noon. Coming to our rescue was a cousin (not a first) who lived in the area. I had been in contact with her through Facebook, she had mentioned several times she wanted to get in touch with Kenneth.
Willorene and her husband, Tom were gracious, letting us stay with them, then they took us to party where they met Kenneth and his family.
Melba’s daughter, Creta drove us to Burlington, Colorado, where another daughter, Caylia and her husband Frank, picked us up, driving us to the airport. Tom and Willorene were there at Portland to pick us up.
Saturday we enjoyed visiting with Tom and Willorene, catching up on family and talking genealogy.
That afternoon, their grandson was playing ball, so we went to the park and watched a combination pitcher, coach pitch game for these young boys.
It gave Melba and me an opportunity to meet Willorene’s daughters, a son-in-law, a granddaughter and 2 grandsons.
Sunday we drove from Beaverton, WA to Church of the Good Shepherd Church in Vancouver, Washington. Since it was a surprise we had to stay out of sight until party time. When Ken’s family arrived at the church, they were surprised because the partition that divided the sanctuary from the fellowship area (where the party was to take place) was open. Kenneth was the lay reader for the service, so he could see into the area. So some of the decorations didn’t get put up until after the morning service was over. There was a crowd, friends and family other than his church family, in the choir room awaiting the service to be over, so they could gather in the fellowship hall. Tom and Willorene gathered with as we greeted, Shannon, and Syrus, Steve, and other friends.
Of course, Kenneth was oblivious to any thing going on. He hadn’t put together why Billie had so many phone calls from the “Altar Guild”. (She had only recently gotten her own cell phone.) He didn’t have to count money after services and was ready to head out for dinner with Billie for his birthday. Interruptions kept coming up, as they were ready to leave, Billie remembered she need to get something from the hall. They called out surprise, and Kenneth told us, there was this person who looked like his daughter from Texas, but she had called that morning to wish him “Happy Birthday”, she came up and gave him a hug.
Then he turned around and thought that looks like my son from Texas, he was just here a few days ago. It took a couple minutes to register that Step and Shannon were there to surprise him. Also there were, his daughter, Shay and grandson, Syrus, they live in the area. Also, sons-in-law Jon Gower and Steve Alexander were attending.
Melba and I waited in the choir room until after they were able to get fellowship hall ready, and surprise Kenneth. After we heard the call “Surprise”, I waited a couple of minutes to call Kenneth on his cell.
He couldn’t get it out in time to answer, but since it was his sister, he called back, knowing she was calling to wish him “Happy Birthday”. He called me back, and then proceeded to try to get me off the phone.
I wished him “Happy Birthday”, then tried to ask him “What would like for your birthday? How about your sisters?” I repeated it about 3 times as we walked into the hall.
Finally he was turned around and his chin hit the floor as he realized his sisters were there. (Later, Kenneth told us, he had been totally surprised to see his daughter, from Texas, and his son, also from Texas). He was speechless.
Family, friends, church family, and co-workers had gathered to help him with this celebration. A light lunch along with cake was served. After most of the people had been served, a video of photos of Kenneth and his family over the 75 years was shared.
Before the video, Step and Shannon each had to say a few words.
Shay let them do it. Before you knew, it was time to wrap up and head home.
At home, the first thing Ken did was to get out of his suit and get comfortable. We visited, and he opened his presents, and cards. Melba and I remained to spend a couple of days before we returned home. He was completely surprised and it lasted for a couple of days. Had a good time visiting with the family that came back to the house.
Our trip home was another experience. We had a delay because Denver had snow, then because of snow, we spent the night with Caylia and Frank, got to see their children and grandchildren.
The Voss Family
The Voss Clan
Kenneth and Sisters
Children : Step and Jon, Shannon, Shay and Steve Sisters: Melba and Karen Grandson: Syrus Cousins: Willorene and Tom Billie’s Family: Sisters: Kathy and husband, Jerry , Charlene Nieces: Vonnie, Shelley and her husband, Bob
Unable to attend: Daughter-in-law -Debbie, Grandson – Devin and Granddaughter – Dani
I have not followed through on my plans for 2013. At this point I need to regroup and start again.
Over the last month I have traveled and been involved in a number of family reunions with one more to go. So far I have been to a surprise birthday party, a family gathering on Memorial Weekend, and then a Family Reunion in Henderson, Ark. with the Langston Reunion coming up in Wild Cherry, and meeting other family members in Calico Rock.
After I get back, I will try to recap each of these as they each include different branches of the family.
Pictures to be included.
Now I have a list of pictures to find, and others projects for relatives I met over the weekend.
You must remember that attending these activities were the Voss family, Kenneth, his wife, Billie, Melba and myself. Meeting with Voss family, DeWitt family, Dipman family and I will be attending the Langston Family reunion coming up.
Part I: Drive up
Part II: Cruise
Part III : Inland Tour
Part IV: Heading Home
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History, Grossman, Personal History
Part I: Drive up
Part II: Cruise
Part III : Inland Tour
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.
We were able to get our first glimpse of Mt. Denali. WHAT A SIGHT. Hard to get a good picture from a moving train.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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”.
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.
This morning we boarded the Holland Line bus to be taken to the Goldmine, a lunch of Miner’s Stew, then a Riverboat ride.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Week #44 – Elementary School
Week 44. Elementary School. Describe your grammar/elementary school (or schools). Were they big or small? Are any of these schools still in existence today? If so, how have they changed since you went there?
Mankato, Kansas is where I started my educational journey, attending Kindergarten and First Grade there. We lived about 1/2 a mile from the school. The building in the mid 50′s was an old 2 story brick building, housing Kindgarten – 8th grade. I think 4th – 8th grades were on the second floor. There was one class of students per grade, about 20-24 students per grade. One of the exciting parts of the building was the tube slide from the second story to the ground, which those on the second floor got to use for a fire escape. I completed First Grade here. Although my brother and sister are both graduates of Mankato High School. A few years after we moved away, the school building was torn down, and the National Guard Armory was built in its place.
Starting with second grade I attended school in Burr Oak, Kansas. I rode the school bus to town each day. They did not have a Kindergarten at this time, the building held grades 1- 6. Again only 1 class per grade, in Burr Oak, the classes would range from about 15-22. The building was a large 2 story limestone building, setting in the middle of the block. Grades 1- 3 were on the first floor, and 4-6 were on the second floor. Bathrooms were in the basement of the building. (We were not worried about handicapped accessibility yet.) The lunch room was a wood frame building that was at the southwest corner of the block. This is where I attended here through my 6th grade year.
Today this building houses the Historical Museum, and Library for the town of Burr Oak.
I have to consider my 7th & 8th grades as part of my elementary schooling. We then moved to the new building in town, it housed the 7th & 8th grades, self-contained class rooms, and Burr Oak High School.
After I left Burr Oak, they added on to the High School building to include class rooms for the elementary grades. But due to declining population, in the town and county, the school consolidated, and became White Rock, and today they made another consolidation to join Mankato, as a part of the Rock Hill District.
Week #43 – Worst School Subject
Week 43. Worst School Subject. What was your worst or least favorite subject in school and why?
My least favorite subject through out my school years was P E. I am not an athletic person, so PE was not a favorite subject. Recess was our physical activity through out my elementary school days. My first PE class was my freshman year of High School. It was a mandatory class so I had no choice. I made it through that year. The school I attended only required the one PE class, so I was finished with it, or so I though. Then my senior year of high school we moved from a small rural school, to a much larger city school. This school required 2 credits of PE to graduate. I was a Senior in the Sophmore PE class, taking it at 7:30 in the morning. Because of this class, I did start losing weight, for a variety of reasons, but it was never a class I truly enjoyed. This new school did give me a chance to experience some different kinds of physical activity. I was certainly glad when that class was over.
Week #42 – Favorite School Subject
Week 42. Favorite School Subject. What was your favorite subject in school and why? Was it also your best subject?
School has always been an important part of my life. As I child, I did not want to miss school. There was so much to learn. Many of the academic subjects were quite easy for me. There were others that were challenges but those challenges helped me grow in my pursuit of an education. I missed the last week of school during my 3rd grade year, because of the measles. Would missing the last week of school cause me to have to repeat 3rd grade, even though I had done quite well with grades all year? It was much too my relief, when I received my grade card, and it said promoted.
After 17 years of schooling, K – 12 + 4 yrs of college, I was ready to start working on the other side of the desk, and for another 38 years, I missed very few days, wanting to be there most days. I have since retired, but continue to substitute, and enjoy returning to the various class, and continuing to learn along the way.
Week 40: Trouble. What happened when you got into trouble as a child? What was punishment like in your home?
I was the youngest in my family, and quite a bit younger than my brother & sister. By the time I was 11 my sister was married, and my brother was away at college. Therefore I was like an only child, we lived on a farm 4 miles from town, our nearest neighbor was 1/4 mile away. I spent much of my free time reading. Things I got in trouble for was not doing things when I was supposed to. I was expected to do the the supper dishes while my parents were out milking the cows. If I didn’t have them done, I still had to do them, after they came in .
My father did not believe in spankings, but he did believe in discipline. He could give a look that would absolutely melt me. I tried not to ever get that look. My mother did give me a swat when I wouldn’t come out to help pluck the chickens, one day. I don’t know why I did not want to come out, but ended up helping.
The worst punishment I received was from my father. I was about 12 or 13, and I sassed my mother, he heard me. I can still see him sitting in his rocker, and said “SLAP HER.” To this day I do not know if my mother slapped me or not, but his words stung worse than any spanking or slap ever could.
Alasaka Trip Part II :
Cruise cont’d from Alaska Trip Part I
Sunday, Aug 28the day we had been anticipating for about 6 months. Our “Cruise Family” of 9 loaded a shuttle with our luggage, headed to the dock to board Holland America’s STATENDAM. Ready and anxious, we waited at the motel, at the dock, and finally it was time to board the ship. Our picture was taken to go with our key card, then off to find our rooms. Melba, Gloria and Karen shared a room. Charles and Judy had balloons marking their room. They had received an Anniversary package to celebrate 40 years of marriage. (It helped to locate our rooms in that hallway, as they were about half way down.)
It was exciting to see the ship depart, heading out to sea. We were trying to orient ourselves to where things were located on the ship (You get your head bitten off if you call it a boat).
All nine of ate together as a group that night. It was decided we would share our evening meal each day on the boat. Our waiters were Sam and Zein (Zane), we had a wonderful view from our table. After dinner we attended a review to introduce the crew and some of the entertainment for the week.
Our first day at sea, several of us took a swim, a story of its own. Gloria was trying to get her sea legs, not handling the movement well. Melba won a drawing for a necklace, and Nola won an evening of jewels. Just enjoyed the experience of being on board, watching the scenery, even found time to enjoy a deck chair, a blanket and book on a Kindle for about ½ hour.
That evening was our first formal meal. Everyone came in looking so special. We also celebrated Charles and Judy’s 4oth anniversary. Nola came to the table wearing more than $20,000 worth of diamonds: necklace, bracelet, ring, and earrings. (She had to return it all by 11pm). Melba was wearing her new necklace. It was a very elegant evening.
Then we attended the Mackie’s Broadway. The costumes were by Bob Mackie, of the Carol Burnett Show, and the music was Broadway Hits.
We arrived at Ketchikan, Alaska, for our first shore excursion. Karen went with Charles, Judy & Gloria to explore the city. Lots and lots of jewelry stores, wanting to sell you something. A Thomas Kincade Gallery, was our first stop. Charles & Judy, and Karen each made a purchase to be sent home. Then we explored, making a few purchases. We returned to the ship for lunch, then enjoyed our afternoon. Gloria and I went back to the room and watched Three Men and a Baby. Enjoyed it and laughed a whole lot.
WEDNESDAY, (thankfully they changed the day of the week mat in the elevators).
Karen joined Melba, Kenneth & Billie to explore Juneau. Melba wanted to pick up all of the freebies she could. So we visited lots of jewelry stores. Many of the places just couldn’t believe I didn’t wear earrings, I didn’t want bracelets or other rings, and I could say NO. They really wanted to make a sale.
In one store after making our purchase, the raffle was coming up soon. I kept track of Melba and my tickets. Lo and behold, she won again, so she got two necklaces from that store. We decided to return to be ship for lunch. The rest of the group returned ashore. Karen attended a Digital Workshop, even though the program was not available for her Apple. She also took time to check out the computer on the ship and checked on her e-mail. Charles, Judy & Gloria had taken a tour out to a Glacier. Carl & Nola took a boat ride and didn’t join us for dinner that night.
Today we docked at Skagway, Alaska. Gloria and Karen decided to explore together and let the others go their way. Charles and Judy took the train ride. Gloria and I decided to take the history tour. It was about ½ mile from the dock to the town, but there were shuttles to take the tourists back and forth. Our tour was about an hour away so we just waited at the dock, enjoying the scenery until our “Tour bus arrived”.
Our tour guide was driving a yellow bus to take us to town. We were taken to the auditorium, and given a run down on the history of Skagway. Then we introduced to the Arctic Brotherhood. After we sang
Home in the Snow (tune: Home on the Range)
O give me a home between Fairbanks and Nome,
Where the moose and the caribou play.
Where nothing will grow –
‘cause it’s covered in snow
From June to the following May.
Home, home in the snow -
Where it’s mild when it’s 90 below
The tundra for me by the great Bering Sea,
and the life of an old sourdough.
(as Kansans we new the melody quite well). We were initiated in to the Arctic Brother.
Back on the bus for a tour of the town, then out to the cemetery to view the grave of Jefferson “Soapy” Smith, their most notorious citizen. We were regaled with his exploits, and death. He had been cheating the town in many ways, and it was decided he had to be done away with. He was shot, and killed by a towns member, but “Soapy” got in one last shot and hit his shooter, Frank Reid. Reid survived for 3 days before he succumbed to his wounds. But for killing Soapy he was declared a hero. No one showed up for Soapy’s funeral, and he was buried on outside edge of the cemetery. A huge headstone was erected for their hero, only to learn later that he was wanted for murdering in cold blood another man in the states.
After visiting the cemetery we were taken up to a look out point, which gave us a wonderful view of the town and harbor.
Then Gloria and Karen stopped in town checking out the stores before catching the shuttle back to the STATENDAM. Back on board, we just enjoyed the afternoon. Then back for the evening meal. Wonderful choices.
Another day at sea, the ship was cruising through Glacier Bay. The weather was foggy that morning with lots of wispy fog coming off of the water. The weather was getting colder, as we traveled, but we bundled up to walk the decks and watch for the glaciers.
We began seeing smaller glaciers, then we saw a huge one, the Mendenhall Glacier. It was a beautiful day for pictures. Charles was out when the glacier calved, getting video of the event.
It was a day to try to stay warm, later in the afternoon, the sea was getting a little rough, progressing to get very rough by the end of the day. It was another formal dinner, but not everyone could enjoy it. That evening, Gloria’s sea sickness returned, after eating Melba was also having trouble. Karen made it back to the stateroom, almost falling as her head was spinning. Melba got sick, then was determined to see the Midnight extravaganza, so Karen dressed, going with her to see it.
WOW the artistry was amazing, but neither of us could eat any of it.
Another sea day, cruising through the Fjords, a spinning head, did not allow walking the deck. That means no pictures were taken that day. By afternoon the waves were letting up some. It was a relief when the waves slowed down. After breakfast Karen returned to the room. Spending most of the day in the room, just trying to get her head to stop spinning. This was the day to get things ready for the next segment of our trip, doing laundry, to getting clothes ready to pack. Karen was unable to make it to dinner that night missing the final dinner and entertainment.
Our cruise is coming to an end. Luggage was packed ready to move on to the next segment of our trip. We ate lunch on board then departed the ship. A bus was their to take us to Anchorage Hilton Hotel. That evening the Voss clan ate at an Italian Restaurant and enjoyed a pleasant evening. Charles, Judy & Gloria went to an Open air market and tried the reindeer sausage. Tomorrow will start our journey through inland Alaska from Anchorage, Denali Park & Fairbanks. .
……………………. To be continued.