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I have changed my theme because the previous one did not allow me to have the tabs at the top. I am still experimenting to hopefully get this to work the way I want. Learning new technology, is not always as easy as it looks, although once you get it down, you wonder what was hard about that. This blogging has been a challenge for me. I hope I don’t confuse too many people out there.
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History
Week 5: Favorite Food. What was your favorite food from childhood? If it was homemade, who made it? What was in this dish, and why was it your favorite? What is your favorite dish now?
My Favorite food, where do I begin.
When I was in kindergarten, I would get out in time for my father, to go to his coffee klatch at the downtown restaurant. I would get to have a hamburger and fries. This wasn’t a fast food restaurant; it would be considered a greasy spoon. The Hamburger was nice and juicy, on a toasted bun, and fries were nice and thick, crisp on the outside. Oh, I was in heaven, even though when I got home I was in trouble, because I wasn’t hungry for the lunch my mother had prepared.
Now one of my favorite meals was my mother’s fried chicken. We would spend the day dressing chickens, and a fresh one was cooked for supper that night. It was cooked in Crisco, and the chicken had been dipped and rolled in flour with some salt and pepper, and it was cooked in a cast iron skillet. The chickens were home grown, and it was fresh meat. There is not much to compare with a freshly dressed chicken, fried up with a crisp skin. Of course we had mashed potatoes and “white” gravy with the chicken. It was finger licking good. The leftovers, if there we any, were just as good the next day.
Even today when I fix a chicken, especially to fry, I want to start with a whole chicken so I can cut it up the way my mother taught me. She also had a very specific way to put the pieces in the pan, and it always fit.
Now for school lunch, I always enjoyed the days they fixed goulash, with peas, a fresh baked roll, and apple crisp, and of course a glass of milk. We had a machine that dispensed the milk; we did not have cartons. That was always my favorite school lunch. I still think goulash and apple crisp go well together, and I want frozen peas, not canned peas.
At school for many years we had a cook who would bring treats to the teacher’s workroom. Her special treat was her Nubbins. It was pieces of bread dough, with cinnamon and sugar, and topped with frosting. When it was fresh out of the oven, it was so warm and ooey-gooey good, and melt in your mouth. The pan didn’t last long at all. A few years back I was visiting with her and told how much I missed, her Nubbins, and found out it was the little pieces of dough left after rolling the dough around her pigs in a blanket. After she retired her nubbins were still talked about they were sooooo good!
Today, I enjoy a variety of foods; I cannot say I have just one favorite. It depends on what is available. Although, I always enjoy a nice juicy, cold slice of watermelon in the summer.
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.
Filed under: Weisleder
I had gone to Family Search to find some information about the Hale Family. Frederick Hehl (Hale) married Christine Sophia Weisleder. Sophia would be my grandmother’s sister. I found a death certificate for a Hale, the child of Fred and Sophia Hale. But as I looked at the date, I thought something’s not right here, that date sounds familiar. So checked on the children and sure enough there was a child born 2 days prior. So further searching came up with a listing for birth records in Monore, Monroe, Michigan and it listed Walter, Warren and Hale, triplets born to Fred and Sophia Hale on 22 Aug 1891 and 24 Aug 1891. The 3rd baby was stillborn, and no gender was given. Now I have a Walter listed for the family born on 22 Aug 1891, but what about Warren. I then found a death record for a Walter on Mar 22 1892, age 7 months.
Then there is another record for a Walter and Warren Hale, twins born 22 Aug 1892. I believe that they were recorded twice, and because one of them died, they were listed as twins not triplets, therefore the 3 baby was not included on the second listing. Now if they were born in 1892, that was after the second baby died. Did she have triplets and then twins, but for them to be born on the same date 1 year apart, seems questionable?
I do not find any other records for a Warren Hale, but the 1900 Census for Frederick and Sophia has a Walter George listed. Is it Warren that died and the name Walter put on the death record, or did Warren survive and was called Walter?
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Week 4: Home. Describe the house in which you grew up. Was it big or small? What made it unique? Is it still there today?
I lived in 3 different houses during my growing up years. I appreciated this topic to help me share some of my early memories.
This is the house my family was living in when I was born. It was about ½ a mile from town, you drove down the street past the grade school, turned the corner, headed down the hill to the train tracks, then up to the top of the hill. Our farm was on the east side of the road, and there was a huge lone pine in the front yard. The house was about ¼ of a mile from the road. It was a 2-story house. The downstairs consisted of a kitchen, bedroom and a living room. There was a small room at the end of the kitchen for storage. The upstairs had 2 bedrooms; with the stairway in the center of the house. We did have a telephone and electricity, but not running water or indoor plumbing.
baths in a square washtub on Saturday nights. I don’t have a lot of memories of this house.
had the chicken pox. Most of my memories are related to the photographs taken at Mankato.
As you can see I was quite a bit younger than my siblings.
One of my favorite stories from this house is when my sister rearranged our brother’s room with out telling him. My bother and sister each had a room upstairs. One day she decided to clean and rearrange his room, he came home late that night, and decided to go to bed with out turning the light on. When he got to his room he decided to take a running leap to get into bed. OOPS, this flying leap landed him in the middle of the floor, as the bed had been moved.
We moved from this house in the spring of 1955. Today the land is owned by the city and a sanitation processing unit is on it. There is no sign of the house.
From 1955 – 1964 we lived 2 miles west and 2 miles north of Burr Oak. Again we had a house that set on the top of a hill. Again there was a single pine tree in the front yard.
The porch was a cement base filled with dirt, but it had never been finished. There was an entryway, kitchen with pantry at the end, dining room, living room, bedroom and a bathroom downstairs. Upstairs were 2 bedrooms with and open area between that could be used for a bedroom. I remember my brother being so excited because we had a bathtub, even though the H and C were reversed on the faucets.
In entry of the house was the cream separator. After every milking my mother would separate the milk, so we always had fresh milk and cream. The separated milk was stored in cans in a cooler and sold. Also stored in this room was the wringer washing machine. It would be pulled out into the kitchen on Monday morning to begin the weekly wash.
Our first phone was a crank phone on a party line. Our ring was two longs and a short. Several years later we were updated to a dial phone, at first it was on a party line, and if you talked over 15 minutes you were cut off. You would get a beep that your time was almost up and if you didn’t complete your call in time, it cut you off. When you are a teenager that can be a little irritating. Before we left Burr Oak, we had a private line.
The kitchen was a long narrow room, with cabinets and sink on the west side, at the end were some cabinets and the refrigerator, then there were 2 doors, one to the pantry and one to the bathroom. The bathroom door to the kitchen was usually closed and we entered it from the other side. In front of the bathroom door was the egg cleaning station, with the pan of water, eggs and crate to store them in. Next came the gas cook stove, and the kitchen table. It was a green laminate table with chrome legs and trim, and 4 matching chairs. There wasn’t much room in the middle. The pantry held the freezer, canned goods, and other kitchen supplies.
The dining room and living room were separated with a square arch in the middle. There was a round table, with chairs in the corner, the sewing machine, daddy’s rocker with a lamp and the card table beside it, and the heating stove. This heating stove in the dining room was unusual because it vented to send the heat out of the front not the top. There were always papers stacked on top of the stove, which amazed people when they came to our house. Across from the round table were the china cupboard and a wash chest that held the radio.
Behind the heating stove was a closet under the stairwell; it was where my mother kept her canned goods. Next to the stair well was the hall that separated the bathroom from the stairway. The door for the stair was at the end of the hallway.
The living room had a couch that made into a bed, a sideboard and the piano. Later when we did get a TV it went into this room. After my sister left home, the piano was one of my favorite activities, the only time I could not play the piano was when my father was listening or watching the news. In time we did get a carpet for this room, and I wore a hole in the carpet using the foot pedal.
Off of the living room was my parent’s bedroom; it held their bed, a chest of drawers, a built in closet, a dresser with a mirror and a cabinet for hanging clothes.
After my brother and sister moved away from home, I got to have a room upstairs. There was a small room that had a door, and that became my room. There wasn’t a closet just a rod to hang the clothes on, a dresser and bookshelves. The center room upstairs was more like a livingroom, it wasn’t very private as the stairs were open to it. It was where we kept things stored, and although there was a bed up there.
The 3rd room was extra small and had a small closet that was under the eaves. This was my brother’s room until he left for college. It just had room for a single bed and a small chest.
When we sold the farm in 1965, the house was sold, and moved about 3 miles away. I do not know if it is still standing.
In 1965 we moved to Manhattan, Ks This house was only 3 blocks from the Kansas State University Campus.
The house we moved into was in the middle of the block and was the only one that had a driveway from the street to the alleyway in back. The house had a front porch with a swing. The living room/dining room stretched across the front of the house. The small kitchen extended off the dining room. There was a bedroom, a small closet and staircase on the first floor. The staircase (there were only 9 or 10 steps) went up to the bathroom and a large bedroom, with 9 windows.
This room had a very unique feature; I haven’t seen one since. These 9 windows were very frustrating because we could not open the windows more than 2”. After the first year there, a friend who was living with us, decided that she was going to get those windows open, no matter what. Low and behold, with the window up a couple of inches the sill pulled out, then window dropped into the wall, the wall was a pocket for the window, the sill was put back in and window was completely open. When all the windows were open it was like a screened in porch. The roof overhang over this room was so deep, it took a very strong wind, to bring rain into the room. On a rainy afternoon, with the windows open, it was like setting in a shelter safe from the rain.
When you got to the top of the stairs you turned around and pulled down another staircase and it took you up to the unfinished attic. When the stairs were open you could not get down the first floor with out closing the staircase.
There was an attached garage, although there was no way to drive a car in, and a basement, it was somewhat finished. The back yard had a clothesline, and usually 3 or more cars in the driveway. No matter how we planned, the car that was needed was always in the middle. The driveway to the street was quite steep and you had to be careful or you would scrape the front or the back end getting out.
This is where I lived with my parents to finish high school through my college years. Then I moved on to places of my own. My parents lived in this house until they died. The house has been sold, but you can still drive by when you are in Manhattan, KS.
These are the homes of my childhood. Each house brings back different kinds of memories because I was at different stages of my life in each one of them. Some people only live in one house, and others live in many. But where every you are, is HOME.
Filed under: Grossman
At Christmas time, a cousin on my mother’s side shared they were spending Christmas with their son-in-law’s family in Holton, Ks. I asked her to check to see if the family knew a relative on my husband’s side. After Christmas she contacted me and gave me an address to contact this relative. So I mailed a letter, and have just received word from this relative, with confirmation on one of the people from my husband’s line and possibly another generation back. She said she would be sending me some papers she has on the family.
She mentioned that Michael Grossman had a sister Catherine who married a Peter Tussing, they had emigrated together. So I checked the ships log to see if the Micahel Grossman along with Peter and Catherine Tussing were on the ship I had located, and YES they were. Then I did a Google search, and found baptism records for a Michael Grossman, and the oldest daughter’s sponsor was Peter and Catherine Tussing.
I am looking forward to searching for more information on this line.
Filed under: Rice
Nellie Victoria Rice
22 Aug 1982 – 19 Aug 1894
Nellie V Rice was the infant daughter of John Richard “Johnny” and Hattie P. McDaniel
Born 22 Aug 1892
Died 19 Aug 1894
Buried at Sunset Cemetery, Cullison, Pratt, Kansas
She has two stones. The first one has Nellie Victoria dau of J. R. & H. P. Rice died Aug 19, 1894. Age 1 Yr 11M 24 D. Inscription “God takes the life he gave.”
This stone had fallen over and was kept at the farm home of J. R. Rice, until about 2001.
Then the stone was returned to the cemetery to sit beside the second stone for Nellie, in the Rice Plot. The second stone has Nellie V born Aug. 22, 1892 and died 16 Aug 1894. Since this was put in years later, the 19th is the more probable date.
No matter whether she died on the 19th or 16th, she died at a very young age.
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Saturday was our Shopping day.
When I was 8 years old we moved to the country outside a small town in Northern Kansas. Up until this time we were about ½ mile from town, so shopping would happen as needed. But with this move we were 20 miles for a “big” town. They had the Hatchery where we sold our eggs.
Every Saturday we would make a 20 mile trip to Mankato to do our weekly shopping. So on Saturday morning we would load up the eggs that had been gathered and cleaned that week. We usually had about 30 dozen eggs to take to the Hatchery to sell.
One of the things I remember is there were times when they gave away premiums. We consider them trinkets today, but they were very special. Each week we collected a different knick knacks. I still have 3 setting on shelves by my kitchen sink, I quite often think of how I got them. After selling the eggs we would do the other shopping
We almost always stopped at the Variety store; we called it the Five and Dime. A stop at the Drug Store, gave me a chance to look over the new comics that had come in. My favorites were “Archie”, “Donald Duck” with Uncle Scrooge, “Superman”, “Casper”, “Illustrated Classics” (the Fairy Tales), just to name a few. I could look at them while my parents were doing their shopping.
When I was young we would visit the jewelry store, and the owner would always had a treat for me. He would lift the ledge and let me go behind the counter to get my treat; my mother was usually with me. This was in the days when watches and clocks were repaired. If we need something to fix things or new cookware, we would visit the Hardware store. If we need fabric or clothing we would go to the “Monkey “Ward Store.
I can still visualize many of these stores.
But for me the most exciting part of shopping Saturday was 1:00pm. The library opened. We would go to the large sandstone building, and I would climb the stairs to return the 3 books I had checked out the week before and then go looking for my next treasures. They only allowed you to check out 3 books at time, so my choices had to last me for a whole week. The only time we could have more than 3 was in the summer, the library closed, so the Saturday before they closed, I could get as many books as I wanted, to read for the next 3 months. I spent a great deal of time, when possible reading.
But we always finished our shopping day with a trip to the Grocery store. If we got Ice cream or frozen food we had to have it double bagged, because we had 20 miles back home. It was the days of Green Stamps, so after choosing the groceries, and paying the bill, we got to see how many Green Stamps we got to add to our collection. When we had enough to redeem for the item we wanted we would send away for it or go to Hastings to the Redemption store.
Those weren’t the days of run to town and run back, you went and took care of as many things as you possibly could on that day. It was a shopping trip that took all day. When we got home it was time to put everything away, and do the evening chores. We continued having a Saturday Shopping day until we moved to the “big city” of Manhattan, Ks not NY. We no longer sold eggs, and I was in high school, ready for college, so our regular Saturday shopping days came to an end.
In those days you always knew what day of the week it was because a certain activity happened on that day.