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February • 2010 • NEWSLETTER |
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This month’s newsletter has a little bit of romance, a little bit of travel and a little bit of fun. The travel comes in the way of a brand-new ocean cruise featuring some big-name performers of the past and a great itinerary. Check it out below and start packing your poodle skirts and blue suede shoes. As always, feel free to forward our newsletter on to a friend or family member. If this newsletter was forwarded to you and you’d like a monthly copy of your own, just use this link to sign up yourself. We hope you’re enjoying this bonus package of Reminisce. —John Burlingham at Reminisce ##\keycode.pscopyhtml##
In this issue: Malt Shop Memories Cruise is Ready to Set Sail!
Romance Followed Him on the High SeasBy Rachel Bryant
This valentine (at right) was one of those wartime correspondences, found later in my grandmother’s Farmington home. It’s from a girl he knew then as Florence Adams. They began dating shortly before Erwin was transferred to the USS Bennington, the largest aircraft carrier of its time.
Although Erwin and Florence didn’t end up together, he kept in touch with Florence’s brother, Linwood, who lived about a mile from him in Pittsfield. Dad’s Ice PalacesBy Betty Wilbur When the Ice Palace is built during the Winter Carnival in St. Paul, Minnesota, it always brings back many memories of my childhood on the farm in Ottertail County. The farm, about 120 acres, was purchased by my father after World War I and was virgin land. It was completely surrounded by lakes, which were all teeming with fish. My dad was a carpenter and he built all the buildings from lumber cut from the trees on the farm. He cleared the land with an ax and a team of mules, working from sunup to sundown. My mother and we four girls helped him, as he had no sons. One of the buildings was an icehouse, which stored our ice for the summers. Our yearly task was getting the ice from the lake to the icehouse, and it was a backbreaking job from start to finish. Dad put the ice in layers with clean sawdust to keep it from melting in the hot July sun. Winter would be fun and games until the ice of the lake was around 18 to 30 inches; then the serious hard work began. Dad used a huge, long saw with jagged teeth and a handle at one end on which he could fit both hands. He built his own ice palaces, but his were done manually, not with the fancy chainsaws they use nowadays. As each row of ice chunks was cut, the ice would fall loose and bob up and down in the deep blue water. He would then take ice tongs, clamp them on an ice chunk and with all his might pull it out of the water. There were no automated chutes at that time. Dad was healthy and strong and his hands were huge. We girls helped as much as we could, pulling the ice up the skis and onto the sled. We often had nightmares of seeing Dad or one of us girls fall in that icy water, but in all the years we made ice, we never had a bad accident except for the times the sled would tip over and ice chunks would fall all over. When the sled was filled with about six or seven chunks, we jumped onto it, going through the swamp and up the hill to the icehouse. Dad would unload the pieces and put them in layers with lots of sawdust between each chunk until the whole icehouse was filled to the rooftop. It seemed like a lot of ice, but it had to last all summer for our icebox. We were mighty glad to see the project finished, and it was refreshing to have crystal clear ice for our root beer and lemonade. The icehouse is gone, and my dad is gone, too, but he lived to be 93 years old. He carved out an existence for his family all those years on the farm, a lifestyle that would be difficult for many people today to imagine.Lasting Love is Golden
This remarkable color picture (above) was taken on June 10, 2006. Five couples are pictured who were married 50 or more years. As the scripture beautifully says, “Heirs together of the grace of life (1 Peter 3:7).” From left, they are Merlin and Ruth O’Maley, 61 years at the time; Robert and Edith Ganger, 58 years; Robert and All 10 friends were students at the People’s Bible College in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and attended each other’s weddings. Although they had been separated for many years in different states and even different countries, they all ended up returning to Colorado Springs and attending Grace Tabernacle. They have helped celebrate one another’s golden anniversaries. —Floyd and Jean Gessner Poem: Grandma’s Button DrawerBy Connie M. Kelley (Written shortly after Connie’s grandmother Inez Craker passed away at the age of 93.) When I was just a child, I’d dip and scoop and stir Buttons large and buttons small, She knew just where each one was used, Years have worn out all the clothes, Over the Back FenceFrom our dusty files comes this “Mom Knows Best” list of sayings.
Time Capsule TriviaFrom the decades spanning the 1920s to the 1960s, try to guess what year these historic events took place. Click the link below for the answer, but no peeking!
Click here for the answer to Time Capsule Trivia. A Thought to RememberIf you wouldn’t write it and sign it, don’t say it. |
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