Week #41 – Teachers
Week 41. Teachers. Did you have a favorite teacher when you were growing up? What class(es) did this person teach and why did he/she make an impact on your life?
When we speak of teachers we most often talk about our school teachers. I want to share about my first teacher, my Father. My father was born shortly after the turn of the century. He was the third son of German parents, his father coming over as a very young boy, and his mother the daughter of German immigrants. Before my father was born, the family moved to Montana, where he was raised. He attended one room schools, told about listening to the lesson of the older students. He only attended through the eighth grade. But through out his life he felt an education was the best thing we could have, and something that could not be taken from us. He continued to learn through out his life. It was through him, the love of learning was instilled in his children.
I was the youngest child in the family, born after my father had recovered from a very serious illness, which meant he had to take life a little slower, difficult for a farmer. He found time to read to me, and take me out with him. He loved to work with numbers. He was constantly figuring how much it would cost to do different things. There was always a daily newspaper, news magazines to keep up with local, state, and national news. He also listened to the news on the radio, and after we got a TV, news times was almost sacred, don’t disturb it.
I was allowed a library card at a very early age, because they knew the books would be read to me. My father’s expectation for all 3 of his children was to complete a college degree. I wasn’t very old when I knew that my schooling would not end in 12 years, but would include another 4 years of college. There was never any question that I would be attending college.
His also made me understand the grade I received for a class was my responsibility. When a low grade was noted on my grade card, he always asked: “Is this the grade you deserve?” These were my grades given by the teacher for the work and effort I had put forth.
All of his children did attend and graduate from college. Upon graduation from college, I started teaching, to help another generation have a love of learning. My brother and I then went on to complete Master’s Degrees. I worked in the field of education for 38 years as teacher and librarian.
Even though I have recently retired I continue to learn. From my first teacher, my father, I know my learning is never complete. He frequently said: “If you can read, you can do anything.”
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.
Week 36: Road Trips. Describe a family road trip from your childhood. Where did you go and why? Who was in the car? How did you pass the time?
Although this is to be about a family road trip from your childhood, I am going to share a road trip that I have just completed. It will be divided into several segments. On this journey were Melba, Karen, Charles & Judy and Gloria. We traveled from Kansas to Vancouver, Washington, Kenneth & Billie joined us there , to travel up to Vancouver, BC. Carl & Nola joined us there.
We were celebrating 40 years of marriage, & ministry, a 60th birth, combined with a family vacation.
Nine of us boarded the STATENDAM, cruising the inside passage up to Alaska. Then we debarked for 5 days to tour some of Alaska’s inland. From Fairbanks, we flew back to Vancouver, BC. Carl & Nola flew back to Montana, Melba remained in Vancouver, Washington with our Kenneth & Billie. Charles & Judy, Karen & Gloria headed back towards home via a brief rest in Colorado.
Alaskan Journey – 2011
Part I – Kansas to Vancouver, B.C
Charles & Judy, picked up Melba and Karen in Ellis, then on to Colby to Gloria’s. The next day we traveled through Kansas, Colorado, and Wyoming to our destination of Rawlings, Wyoming. Karen and Melba’s cousin, Cindy, gave us a tour of Rawlings, sharing information and history of the area.
Then on to Twin Falls, Idaho, through Wyoming, Utah and Idaho. As we traveled through Utah, we stopped by the side of the road to see our first live moose, a male and female, keeping cool in a small marshy pool.
After reaching our motel in Twin Falls we learned of the Earthquake in Virginia, from Charles & Judy’s son. That evening we drove out to Shoshone Falls, just as the sun was getting ready to set . It was a very calm and beautiful location.
Vancouver, Washington was our next destination, Kenneth & Billie, would be joining us for the cruise. We took the day to just relax, driving out to Bonneville Dam, for a tour. Our tour guide took us down in to the bowels of the dam to see the huge, huge generators. After the tour, he said if we would have lunch, just down the road he would join us. Andreas, came and serenaded us during our lunch, at CXXX in Stevenson, WA, with his 8-string guitar, playing Classical and Baroque music. He also presented a copy of his CD to Charles & Judy, and Kenneth & Billie.
The next day we headed out to Vancouver, BC. Here we would board our cruise ship the STATENDAM. We were certainly glad we were not scheduled to board the boat that day; we probably would have missed it. After getting past the boarder, we were about 15 minutes from our motel and it was 4pm. As the cars piled up around us, we inched our way forward, getting very frustrating at our slow movement. Ahead we could see 3 lanes merging into one lane. Two hours later we arrived at the tunnel, suddenly cars were whizzing all around us. It was 6pm we had moved 1 mile, and now there were 3 lanes open going both ways. We had arrived right at rush hour. We now have a better understanding of rush hour traffic.
A day to explore Vancouver was planned. Replacing forgotten clothes determined our first destination. A very scenic drive with lots of detours, took us to more of the residential section than we expected and no store was located. We divided, our group heading for Fisherman’s Wharf. Just a few blocks from the Motel, was the store, we hoped the other group would find it. But we headed on to Fisherman’s Wharf, where we explored a fresh fish market, as we enjoyed the shore.
Our next stop was a Buddhist Monastery. It was very oriental, calm and peaceful.
Upon our return to motel, Carl & Nola, the final members of our group had arrived.
All nine of us were all excited to start the next segment of our journey.
…………………………………to be continued.
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Week 39: Least Favorite Foods. What was your least favorite food from your childhood? Did your parents make you eat it anyway? Do you still dislike the same food today? How have your tastes changed since your youth?
My least favorite foods
I thought I didn’t have very many, but they keep cropping up. I was never forced to eat foods I didn’t like, and I did like most things.
I don’t like raw onions, pickles, mustard, sauerkraut, green peppers, large mushroom pieces, cottage cheese. Of these I can eat some of them, but try to steer clear of them.
These are just of few of my least favorite foods, but I have another group of dishes I really don’t like. My father would butcher and you don’t waste any of the hog or cow. He would bring home the following organs: brains, heart, liver, and tongue. He would eat the brains with scrambled eggs, and he liked the tongue, liver and heart.
Liver and onions cooked right are all right, but are not something I want very often. I just can’t get my head around the brains, tongue or heart. I did cook the tongue and heart for my father and my husband, but I fixed myself something different to eat.
Week 38: Hobbies. Did you have any hobbies as a child? Which ones?
I guess I would say my hobby was reading. As a child I was reading every chance I could get, as well as late into the night. The most exciting day of the week was Saturday, this was the day I would go to the library to get my new books for the week. Check out this post about Shopping Saturday which was the day I got my new collection of books for the week. When a book catches my interest I don’t want to put it down. Is it any wonder I became a librarian. Although, I am not the reader I was as a child but I still enjoy reading a good book.
I also enjoy doing needlework, over the years I have stitched many pieces that have been given away as gifts. Counted cross stitch is my favorite type of needlework. I started with stamped cross stitch. One of my early favorites is a stamped sampler. I can see many mistakes, but I still like what it has to say.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
With out numbers
how can we count our joys
Without words how
can we tell of them
A B C D E F G H I J
K L M N O P Q R S T
U V W W X Y Z
Because there is a glass over the picture, I had trouble getting a picture of this.
One of my treasured pictures is one I made for my son, it is an eagle in full flight. The wing spread is about 18” across. It was a challenge. It was entered into the county fair and received a reserve champion ribbon. I am unable to continue with this hobby, as my hands are not as nimble as they were in earlier years. This was a hobby that allowed me to make some very special one of a kind gifts for friends and family.
Today one of my hobbies is photography. It allows me to make those special one of a kind gifts. The past several years I have used pictures taken over the year for a calendar. I make one that includes all of the birthday’s and anniversaries for our family for the year. Then I make a smaller version with just the major holidays and use that for Christmas gifts that year. The 2012 calendar will feature photos from the trip I took to Alaska.
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Week 37: Earliest Memory. What is your earliest memory?
I don’t have a lot of early memories, but I do have one when I was between 18 months and 2yrs old. The location had been torn down before I was 7 or 8 years old, but I do remember being in this building.
I am on the floor looking through people’s legs. At the front of the auditorium there was a group of boys receiving scout honors. My brother was one of them. He would have been 12 or 13 years old at the time. He was not in the scout program for more than a couple of years. Why this memory has stuck with me I have no idea.