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Thursday, September 05, 2013

Facebook -- 25 things (2/5/2009)

  
1) While up for a Sunday ride, brother Alan told me that he had been practicing "stalls" in the ultra light plane with the Velcro closing doors. I asked him to show me but he wouldn't.

2) In high school, I played in a clarinet quartet for the VFW and other community meetings. I played the alto clarinet. Mr. Sutton, my instrument instructor, could only say "you have a good ear" . . . because I knew when I was playing wrong. (Yes, father of Anne Sutton.)

3) In Junior High at Arispe, the girl in front of me in chorus was asked by the vocal teacher to "mouth" the song. I knew it should have been me. In church or at funerals, I try to find someone singing bass to sing with.

4) To get even with Linda for popping her gum, I would breathe peanut butter in her face.

5) I used to "borrow" Linda's blouses to wear to school. I was usually sorry as she had really sharp finger nails.

6) I flew, at age 18, all by myself and even changed airlines in Chicago, to Baltimore, Maryland to visit Linda and Denny. They lived on Easter Egg Hill. I probably would have stayed there the rest of my life in that little one-bedroom trailer. I could have been the oldest daughter. Denny finally suggested I call the airline for my ticket home. Flew into Des Moines in an ice storm. Gee, thanks, Denny!

7) Once at Riverview Park in Des Moines (a long lost amusement park where the East Union band got to go every summer) I was riding the roller coaster barefooted and got the _ _ _ _ shocked out of me! My bare feet on a box under the seat ahead of me and the metal bar I gripped for dear life was a dangerous electrical combination. I felt "funny" for about 3 days, after. However, I always did and still do ride the roller coaster every chance I get.

8) While in Junior High, I am now convinced, I had "Petit mal" seizures -- probably a half dozen or so. If your pre teen child ever sits and "zones", you might want to have him/her checked. Usually children grow out of the "little" seizures. I evidently did. or not.

9) When small, only half of our large family went to “town” on Saturday night. Kathryn was the “sitter” on my nights to stay home. This meant we only went to Creston every two weeks!

10) When I was first married and moved to Sioux City, I found a job at Good Will, typing envelopes for the donation request letters. I was brighter than I looked and soon learned to pick out the small town lists. Back then the little Iowa towns didn’t even need a post office box number to be delivered. I could type a whole lot more envelopes with only a person’s name and a town and a state. The Des Moines envelopes required at least three complete lines, sometimes four. Soon I had brushed up my typing skills and was ready to look for another job.

11) I worked in a political campaign office in 1968, my first job. Some dude running for Iowa guv. He lost to Robert D Ray. My big sister may have gotten me the job. Thanks, Beth! Beth used to work in the Iowa legislature (who did you work for?) and probably should be writing her 25 things. It was all I could do to stay away from home for 5 days and rode the bus back and forth on the weekends. I would get right off at Sheets Drug Store "on the square" in Afton.

12) My senior year of high school, I had 13 adopted "children" . . . all in 9th through 12th grades. I also had two official self-appointed "body guards" ??

13) while trying to leave the nuclear plant after visiting Prairie Island one time, I tested positive for radioactivity. I thought I was going to have to get a job and live there at the plant! Thanks, again, Denny! (is there a pattern here? I end up in dangerous situations! oh yeah! and if this was "26 things", I could tell you about the time he dragged me behind the boat on the Mississippi River. I have pictures!)

14) I helped sell VFW poppies as a young girl . . . so I always buy them to this day when I see them. And you should too! Veterans of Foreign Wars.

15) I have loved babies ever since Gramps and Granny brought Mary home from the hospital. I was only two years, but remember it. My next real baby was C. E. Gray III. and boy did we dote on him! Then Ritchie, Sheila, K'Lea and a little bit of Janie before I grew up and had to go off and get a job.

16) Some of my children call me "Nance" about as often as they call me Mom. My Dad called me Nance.

17) I have split an 8' log with a mallet and wedges -- the long way. It wasn't very big around . . . but still!

18) I asked for an adze for a gift once -- and got it. As your Granny would say . . . look it up in the dictionary! I did NOT ask for a reciprocating saw once . . . and got it.

19) I can rough it, with no bathroom, running water or electricity. I come from pioneer stock.

20) I counted the mosquito bites on my little sister Mary while camping in Louisiana one year -- over 100! maybe 200. and no Lime disease.

21) I have been to Ireland once for work . . . and would go back at the drop of a hat. I was met in the airport by someone from the company with a cardboard sign "Hofmeister, arrival" -- like in a movie.

22) As young children, we were allowed one candy bar a week and one bottle of pop. Of course, if we had our allowance we could buy more but that one bottle of coke a week was the BEST tasting pop I ever did have.

23) I can still hang by my knees and skin the cat. 2 or 3 years ago I could still stand on my head. I might be able to now, if I just got practiced up.

24) I have four loving and beloved children and I could (and should!) write 25 things about each of them! And now I am so much enjoying my grandchildren.

25) I have been married going on 39 years to a very strong willed and handsome man who can cook with the best of them!

PS: I have delayed posting this. I think I'm afraid I'll remember one more thing that I wish I would have said. Oh well, I can always post 26 through 50, right? 

Friday, March 29, 2013

Hofmeister House

The Farm House.
                 Helen Speed's house.
                                    Lobaugh's house.

This is the way of small towns.  The collective memory might go back 50 years.  In some cases more. Folks refer to a certain house or farm as the "Old Vaughan Place". 

You know that curve northwest of Creston on Hwy 25?  Kessler's Curve?  How long has it been since a Kessler lived there?  And over to Afton there is a hill called Simpson Hill.  It was called that when I was a kid 60 years ago.  I never, ever knew the Simpsons that lived on that hill.  The only Simpsons I knew lived down to Shannon City. 

Then, my folks used to say they went the way of Robin Hood's barn to get someplace.  What?  What does that mean?  They knew Robin Hood?  Where did he live?  How did he get to Iowa?

Anyway, back to the story at hand.

We have photos of 1503 Rebecca.





We have a photo of our house in Hubbard, Ne.  (We had at PO Box here -- no street address).

We have a pic of the Grocery Store.



There is no photo of the farm house west of Orient.  Dad and I drove by about a year ago and the house was gone.  Bull dozed.  zip, zero, zilch.  There is a short drive way but even the barn or hog shed and outbuildings are gone. 


Helen Speed's House:  I think I have a photo here . . . if I can find it.  Well, here, I have a photo of the side yard with the neighbor children . . . Kathy?  Martha?  and ???  playing with Kristy, Erica and Craig. 



I have photos of  Lobaugh's House


 
 

or of the front porch, anyway. 

The Klinkenfus House - okay, this is the front yard and you should all recognize it as we took several "First Day of School" pics by this magnolia tree.  But I haven't found a pic of the house yet -- but you know which one it is.  The yellow house! 

















oh, are they all so cute? 

Then, the other day I was telling Craig something about the "Klinkenfus House" and he said "no - call it The Hofmeister House".  And I totally agreed.  We should call the house by the Orient School  the "Hofmeister House". 

But Wait.  After thinking about that conversation and After 20 years, maybe the Klinkenfus House should now be the "David's House"?  Oh what is Renee's last name now?  The Stephens' House? 

And when you stop and think about it this, really, is the Hofmeister House.




Isn't it pretty? the house and the grounds? 
 
The Hofmeister House. 


And for those inquiring minds about the origin of "Robin Hood's Barn" . . .

Robin Hood's house was Sherwood Forest; its roof the leaves and branches. His dinner was the king's deer; his wealth the purses of hapless travelers. What need had he of a barn, and how was it laid out if to go around it means, as the use of the phrase implies, a rambling roundabout course? The explanation is simple. He had no barn. His granary, when he had need of one, was the cornfields of the neighborhood. To go around his barn was to make a circuitous route around the neighborhood fields."


Thursday, March 07, 2013

Sorghum Days

 
Forrest and Janice Austin hosted Sorghum Days each fall from 1978 until 1985. Gramps grew sorghum on a patch of land at Shagbark, north of Afton. He and Granny invited the public to come watch the leaves being stripped, the canes put through the sorghum press and the cooking process done in a big flat tin and wood 'pan'. Some years 600 or 700 people would attend. All of the children helped when and how they could and the grandchildren pitched in on the fun jobs.  
 
Gary Lewis would display his Indian artifacts. Sheila, as she got older, played the Dulcimer.  Rob always had to help weed the Sorghum patch, sometimes right down on his hands and knees. 

Alan and Kathy had an apple cider press and made and sold cider.  They gave samples and sold it by the jug. Some years, folks brought their own apples and cider was made on the shares. Alan and Kathy pressed the apples for the apple owners but kept "a share" for their labor.

Gary Lewis, Steve, Dick and Marion helped Gramps cut, press and cook the sorghum. Chuck and Gary Lee made rope the old fashioned way. Linda helped "man" the General Store and sold macrame necklaces and other art.
 

I'm not sure what Erica and I were studying in this photo taken in the Cook Shack. 

 
Lanny and I made bean soup at home and then we'd keep it warm on the camp fire.  Beth and I ran the soup kitchen and I think Beth brought corn bread.  Of course, each year the festival evolved and roles were rearranged and re-defined. 
 

 
There was usually some kind of music making going on. 
Fiddles, guitars, dulcimers. 
Gramps loved the music making. 
 
 
We all dressed up in our old time clothes. 
Kristy, I just gave that skirt away! 
I didn't think it was ours.  Aunt Mary has it now. 
Did Patty Wilson make it?  Do you want it back? 

 
'Anna needed a little quiet time; probably needed her nap
 or the big kids were running away from her. 

Funny about names, when Johanna was little, a baby, I started calling her 'Anna.  Later, it was Ann.  Then back to Johanna.  Then Hannah.  Some- times in there, people called her Jo. and JoJo but I always said JoJo sounded like a trained monkey. Don't forget Johanna Banana and the Jo aniter.  

 
It was always a good day if a child could get a ride on a horse. 

Kate baked biscuits in the old wood stove and Virginia helped.  They also made sausage gravy for breakfast.  The biscuits and sorghum were the most popular . . . and they were free. 




Long-legged Gary Lewis is putting sorghum cane through the Press.   
 
And why wasn't Craig in any of these pictures? 
 
He was tearing thru 80 acres and swimming in the creek . . .

 
or in this case, trying his hand at sawing a log. 

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Seasons of my Youth

Or

Ten Years of my Life

Polaroid Photo taken by my dad when I was 12. 
Afton 1962


Probably 1967
Afton



Afton Star Enterprise newspaper clipping
Senior "write up"



Candid shot at Bishops Cafeteria.
I worked in "Salads"
Summer of 1969

Green Valley beach
June 1970





Wedding Announcement
July 1970

Summer 1972
Sioux City, Iowa 


 Treasure little girls. 
How quickly they grow up. 
 From 12 to 22 in a heart beat. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Family

Love this picture of Antonia Marie Novy Sychra taken with her chickens.

We had been meaning to go and visit for . . . oh, 10 or 12 years anyway.  Today, we finally climbed in the car and went and visited Himself's cousin Kathy and her husband, Joe Clinton.  These are good folks.  Himself and Kathy are posessed of family genes that never change -- they are recognized by people that haven't seen them in 40 years.

Himself's mother and Kathy's father, Harold Sychra were brother and sister.  What great hospitality and shared interests we enjoyed today.  We sat and talked across family photographs and scrapbooks (trading items and gifting others; looking and remembering) and then these hospitable cousins took us on an old houses tour. 


Joe and Antonia Sychra's 50th wedding anniversary
with their grandsons and only granddaughter, Kathy.
That bitty guy front and left,  is Kent Jay Hofmeister. 


The Sychra women had style and fashion sense. 
LaRene Lucille Sychra Hofmeister.

Kathy and Joe own 1000 acres of Cass County farm land.  (well, they own 960 . . . and I said Joe, how can you not go out and buy 40 more? and he agreed.)  They own 4 houses or five.  They live in a big "4 square" house where they raised their 6 children (and lost Jennifer, their oldest daughter to cancer), they own Joe's grandfather's "4 square" house that daughter Joni and SIL live in, they own "Billie's" house just south of their own that their daughter Ann lives in on the weekends with her 3 children . . .  and, oh yes, at least one more that son Mark and wife Missie live in.  It is small and Mark and Missie are moving soon to a 1970s home they bought. 

But for me, this lover of old houses and oak furniture and salvage, I had a hey day! 



These two cousins were born in the same year and graduated in 1965.
 Kathy and Lanny, are still recognized by school mates 50 years after their graduation! 
Photo taken September 2011. 

Saturday, November 03, 2012

October



We have had a beautiful Fall,  The extraordinary dry months of summer set the wheels in motion for a most lovely, colorful fall.  Himself and I had two trips to Missouri and back in which we both exclaimed over all the colors in the hills and vales.  We both said we have not seen such a beautiful autumn in years -- if ever.  Now, we have had a little rain and some wind and most of the leaves are down.  There's a couple of exception tho.  Our big ol' Maple tree out front of the house.  It still has a quarter of it's leaves; it is always the last tree in the neighbor to let down and let go.  The other exception is any timber full of oak.  Oak trees don't let go of their dry, brown leaves until spring -- when the new green leaves finally force the old leaves to drop.  This was our experience, anyway, down to III. 



I guess this photo is from November but we aren't far from October and I'm going with it!  Himself and I took a ride today to run down the Bohemian National Cemetery.  I took my children here years ago on our cemetery tour but hadn't been back for so long, I didn't know how to get there and Himself claimed never to have been here.  We ended up having to call his cousin and get directions over the teleephone.  We found it!  I am truly surprised that Himself had never been here because he has great grandparent Novys and Sychras laid to rest here. 



Himself remembers this Great Grandmother, his Grandmother Tony's mother.  He remembers being bribed to call her Babička -- grandmother in her native Bohemian language.  If he wasn't too shy to say it, he would get a piece of candy.  All the others would end up with a piece of candy except for Himself -- he thought babička was a "cuss" word and wouldn't try to say it!  (I think he must have been in trouble already, with cuss words.  What do you say?)

Anyway, today we tracked down Gramma Sychra's "little mother", Babička, and himself's great grandparent Sychra's.  Someday, I'll make a book -- photos, relationships, cemeteries, maps!  And stories.  and more stories.  I'd better get busy! 





We celebrated a milestone birthday for this dear ol' guy. 
Shhh; he doesn't like to talk about it.  


And, we have had a little down time.  I think I have actually read three books this month.  I remember when I used to read three books a week.  I also have read at least three magazines, a daily paper and 2 weekly newspapers.  If I include what I read in the internet, I think I am reading as much as I always did.  I'm just reading different.  Anyway, glad you stopped in to visit.  Hurry back . . .

Friday, October 19, 2012

Octobers I have known


Remember last fall when we all got together at Erica and Dana's and had a great day and fine exercise and explored the lay of the land?  I'm hoping we have some great Indian Summer this year too. 

This week, while reading and writing Blogs, I got to wondering if I still knew how to link back to old Posts.  Guess what?  I didn't!  I don't know if they've changed Blogger.com or if I just can't quite click the right settings.  I have managed to put in links to previous blogs from 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008.  All were written in October.  This is mainly for practice . . . but still kind of enjoyable going back and reading the old posts.  Anyway, at my age, you use it or lose it so I'm going to try to incorporate links and other fun things -- got to keep this ol' brain working!  

Meanwhile, if you have time click inside one of the links below and then click on the hml that comes up in the little box.  It should be prettier/slicker than these but I'll be working on this.  Have fun!
Gramps and Granny's wedding anniversary was October 23, 1938.  2005
Gramps&Granny


I think this fall day in the driveway will forever be in my memory.  The children all worked together, there was nary a harsh word and they all took turns and had fun. 
ForeverMemory

I put this one in just because it was written in October.  It doesn't have anything to do with October but truly a milestone. 
Milestone


Again, this is only October related because it was written in October but I liked the Fall / Tree link. 

AnotherTree


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Cars in my life, Part 1

You wouldn't guess it and I'm pretty sure you don't know it but I am a lover of old cars.  We can all guess where I got there.  This apple didn't fall far from the tree.  Well, maybe not a Lover of all cars but a great admirer! 

It's strange . . . I don't have a good memory yet I have several vivid memories from when I was two or younger.  One early memory had to do with this pretty Chevy.  This is a 1952 model.  Granny and Gramps had 9 children by 1952 and we were going to town and to Gramma's house and on Sunday drives in this two-seater.  Our Chevy, actually, was a four door.  Or as Unc says it "fordor" . . . in contrast to "todor".  Or Two Door.  I thought Unc was being facitious until I found those words in the internet. 
 
Above, this is Chevy Styleline and the first car I remember.  Our maroon Chevy had a black top, Unc says.  I don't know . . .  I just remember the big roomy seats. 

Children, back then, weren't strapped, belted or pinned in.  We rambled and flopped and fought for space (all 7 of us in the back seat) while two lucky little ones sat up front with Mom and Dad.   In fact, Gramps took the door handles off so little mischevious hands in the back seat couldn't open the door from the inside.  One of Granny's dire predictions was of one of us falling out of the car!  On a serious note, this did happen.  Children did fall out of cars and were hurt and killed so Gramps and Granny took off the door handles and protected their little ones. 


 One child would sit in the middle of the front seat and the luckiest of all got to sit on Mommy's lap!  : )  Yep, you guessed it, that lucky one was baby Mary when I could remember.  I suppose before that it was me, with Linda between.  But really.  Can you imagine 7 children in the back seat of a car?  At night, coming home late from visiting an Aunt or Uncle, one middle size person might climb up and lay in the back window ledge and two of the smaller ones curl up on the floor, one on each side of the hump.  Let's see . .. I'm doing my math.  7 - 3 = 4.  That would be just about right!  Four bigger children sitting and leaning against each other in that big bench seat.  Holding each other up, as sleep over took.  Only young heads a bobbing and a nodding.  Oh the good old days!

This green beauty is a 1955 Chevrolet Two Ten fordor.  Gramps fell in love one Saturday night in Kerr-Cochran's Chevrolet show room while Granny shopped for fabric upstairs at JC Penneys.  Unc was sure Gramps was going to drive it home that night but Dad resisted and it was another week or two before he took the car he was driving and traded for this beauty.  Ours was two-toned green, according to Gary Lewis and Unc.  Interesting enough, I don't have a memory of this car . . . but isn't it pretty? 

Children were growing.  Getting taller and wider. Gramps didn't keep the '55 more than a year, he went out upgraded to a 1956 gray and white nine passenger fordor station wagon.  wa whoo!  The Austins were right up town!  I couldn't find a gray & white photo in the internet but while I was looking, Aunt Kate wrote in an email: 

"I liked the gray and white station wagon, too. We traveled in it and I don't remember that we ever saw another one (like it). I seem to remember that Dad ordered it and picked the colors."


Then, I discovered in the internet that you used to be able to go to a car dealer and design your own car. 

from the internet:
In response to Sparkywax. I think most of the Two-Tone (top only) cars were painted at the dealer at the buyers request.

So now we are pretty sure Grampsy did design his own, this one -- the one Kate says they never saw another one like!  I adore the story -- whether true or not, we will never know! 

That's enough about cars in one entry.  I'll write about earlier cars someother time and about later models too.  There's a few more stories to be told! 

Oh, and lest I forget to tell it, it was in this car, in this 1952 Chevy Styline, that Aunt Mary was born.  Born in the car in the parking lot of the old Creston Hospital on North Oak Street. 




Sunday, February 27, 2011

Erica Jo Hofmeister Frey, 3-2-1973


7 lb 3 oz newborn baby girl, Erica Jo
                                                                                                                                                                                      
Erica was a smiley, good natured baby.
Mama wasn't a very good photographer
but I probably had Kristy on my left hip
while I took the photo with my right hand.
And don't you just want to kiss them fat cheeks
or tickle that fat little neck!



Josi, maybe a bit of a hot rodder!


Josaphina, a potential rock star

She was Gramma's little puddin'

A natural curly headed cutie who took care of business!

Mischievious, with a twinkle in her eye. 



She grew lovely, tall and dark headed; got married and had a family.



May all your days be as happy as this one.
Happy Birthday, Erica Jo!

Many more!

Love, Mom


Thursday, February 03, 2011

Craig Dale Hofmeister, 2-3-1976


Baby Boy Hofmeister


Big Boy


Whitey


Hungry Craiger


Graduate! 


Man with Wife



Family Guy
Happy 35th birthday.
This is one you will look back on fondly
and remember as "good".
So enjoy, have fun!
Look forward
but don't forget to look back
to remember.

Many more, love, Ma

PS:  I do owe you a surprise party.  someday.  beware.