I admit that when I was a child living at 315 N. Washington, My brother and I attended way too many movies. Of course this was late 40s but even the first run movies (we did not get very many), were relatively innocent compared to today. Sometimes on a week-end we would see a double feature in both theaters. The Strand had more B run movies but had local news because the theater owner was Mr. Boyce who could be seen at all the games and special events to add to his presentations. The Centennial , on Center street was fancier and showed newer movies. Back then there was a new movie title every week, sometimes every few days.
Anyway, it seems that in the 1930s movie magazines were in their prime. Girls would collect them and cut out their favorites to post on their walls or paste in scrap books. I remember passing countless hours looking through Aunt Bette Anglin's detailed movie scrapbooks when I was a girl. She had assembled these as an early teen, I am sure, and they ended up at Grandma Graces for some reason. The movies depicted were no longer seen except maybe at an outdoor free show. In any event, some of these movies are considered classics now and are shown on TV.
My favorite of all time is "Bringing up Baby". Silly funny shtick with Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant. My favorite John Wayne era movie is not a western but "The Quiet Man" with a way younger than she looked, Maureen O'Hara.
In Aunt Anna Rapp.s seventeen year old diary written in the 1940s mentions a lot of movies she went to mostly on week-ends. Here is a short list: Bittersweet with Janette McDonald and Nelson Eddy, Love Thy Neighbor with Jack Benny and, Fred Allen and Mary Martin, Kitty Foyle with Ginger Rogers and Dennis Morgan, Andy Hardy- Private Secretary with Andy Rooney, Penny Serenade with Irene Dunne and Cary Grant. I have seen that one on TV and remember it was a very melodramatic.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Marge writes about friends, tasks and making do.
Phyl Knepper Landis, a life long friend came to spend the night with me at the farm. though we were good friends the attraction was named Jack. When we thought we could sneak downstairs and outside to D.W.'s vehicle, we found all we needed to roll our own smokes. Jack eventually came home. I think he was more interested in Phyl's sister. How stupid we were, and smart we thought we were.
There are so many things that were done as commonplace then and so foreign to the young today. You can just not imagine all the jobs to be done. The butter to paddle before the churn came. The lamps to fill, the wicks to trim, and the globes to clean. there were always socks to darn, shoestrings broken and, yes, often cardboard insoles to use until shoes could be found. I was so blessed with hand-me downs from cousin Marilyn, who lived in Minneapolis. she had lovely things, and mother would remodel to fit me. I did not really know Marilyn then., except that she was Aunt Ethel's grand daughter.
G.G. had what was called in summer her "good dress", made of washable cotton. When it was showing some wear, it became her everyday dress. And as it became more used, the remaining good parts were made into and apron and what was yet to be salvaged cut into quilt blocks. The cycle was repeated over and over. Button, snaps, edt. were removed for other use. Men's clothing was recycled into pants, knickers,and jackets for young boys. I loved to go through the button box and often thought sewing might be fun. I never experienced that joy until many years later. I'm sure the game- button button who's got the button must have been born at some mother's knee. Mending for THE BOYS surely never got caught up. Live-in grandmothers were a blessing for this. Shoes were few and so-called everyday shoes always used when required. Sunday shoes were just that, until retired to the former as needed.
The list of jobs to take care of is beyond belief. The garden, the canning, drying the corn, and daily tasks to perform. Likely there were times when G.G. was pregnant, diapering another, chasing several. She had super strength, physical and mental. She loved the arts and I am sure that helped. She was known for her flair for speaking readings.
Life on the farm had it's many blessings, but oh, the hard work. Animals to be born and nurtured, children sick, overworked husbands.
Why must I reach old age to realize the sacrifices made for me.
What a sad day when Uncle Don's wife and son died. What heartbreak engulfed the family and friends, the young husband shaken beyond belief.
Having two uncles in World War 2 filled me with pride and untold fear all at once. I pray all who read this will never need to experience the devastating news that my Grandparents received on that tragic day in December.
THE BOYS had a great capacity to love. They showered me with it. Bill taught me to drive even though I think the real reason was so he and Wilma could smooch. The lesson was brief about the ditch on the right, and go slow. They gave money they did not have, lodging they could not spare, aid in obtaining a job (that I walked out on) and the list goes on. I received advice and was too dumb to accept , loved me like a sister and tolerated me like a spoiled niece.
Appreciate your family ties and keep them tied.
It has been said that Grace Anglin thought her BOYS could do no wrong. You know she was right.
July 27, 2000-----------Marge Anglin Gast
There are so many things that were done as commonplace then and so foreign to the young today. You can just not imagine all the jobs to be done. The butter to paddle before the churn came. The lamps to fill, the wicks to trim, and the globes to clean. there were always socks to darn, shoestrings broken and, yes, often cardboard insoles to use until shoes could be found. I was so blessed with hand-me downs from cousin Marilyn, who lived in Minneapolis. she had lovely things, and mother would remodel to fit me. I did not really know Marilyn then., except that she was Aunt Ethel's grand daughter.
G.G. had what was called in summer her "good dress", made of washable cotton. When it was showing some wear, it became her everyday dress. And as it became more used, the remaining good parts were made into and apron and what was yet to be salvaged cut into quilt blocks. The cycle was repeated over and over. Button, snaps, edt. were removed for other use. Men's clothing was recycled into pants, knickers,and jackets for young boys. I loved to go through the button box and often thought sewing might be fun. I never experienced that joy until many years later. I'm sure the game- button button who's got the button must have been born at some mother's knee. Mending for THE BOYS surely never got caught up. Live-in grandmothers were a blessing for this. Shoes were few and so-called everyday shoes always used when required. Sunday shoes were just that, until retired to the former as needed.
The list of jobs to take care of is beyond belief. The garden, the canning, drying the corn, and daily tasks to perform. Likely there were times when G.G. was pregnant, diapering another, chasing several. She had super strength, physical and mental. She loved the arts and I am sure that helped. She was known for her flair for speaking readings.
Life on the farm had it's many blessings, but oh, the hard work. Animals to be born and nurtured, children sick, overworked husbands.
Why must I reach old age to realize the sacrifices made for me.
What a sad day when Uncle Don's wife and son died. What heartbreak engulfed the family and friends, the young husband shaken beyond belief.
Having two uncles in World War 2 filled me with pride and untold fear all at once. I pray all who read this will never need to experience the devastating news that my Grandparents received on that tragic day in December.
THE BOYS had a great capacity to love. They showered me with it. Bill taught me to drive even though I think the real reason was so he and Wilma could smooch. The lesson was brief about the ditch on the right, and go slow. They gave money they did not have, lodging they could not spare, aid in obtaining a job (that I walked out on) and the list goes on. I received advice and was too dumb to accept , loved me like a sister and tolerated me like a spoiled niece.
Appreciate your family ties and keep them tied.
It has been said that Grace Anglin thought her BOYS could do no wrong. You know she was right.
July 27, 2000-----------Marge Anglin Gast
More about Marge's farm days
There was a gravel pit near, but that was really off limits. However working in the onion was allowed at all ages. That was hot work. I did not like to eat onions but they sure did smell good.
The granddaddy of all smells was Ferd Fribley's mint fields.
After working the onions, we would grab the soap, jump into ole Avery(topless vehicle,actually i think it was 4 tires and not much else) -off to Huffman lake to clean up. Some days if you got too hot, you might get to jump in the horse tank.
Ironing was a big job and was done with irons heated on the cook stove., which were also used to warm your feather bed in the winter. Sometimes I got to iron handkerchiefs, or sugar sacks made into dishtowels.
I loved to go in the store building, there seemed to always be something in there I had not noticed before.
G.G. was very busy with her church and D.W. was an ever present figure of authority. They took their Christian teachings very serious. We went to Millwood Chapel and sometimes to Stony Point. We got on our knees to pray, and to pass the sermon time away I made dolls in a hammock with a handkerchief, which had a corner for your gum if need be. There were lots of wonderful people at Millwood. I could name so many but some stand out. Walter Thomas who was the only man good enough for my mother to marry. Dallas Hartzell who could really play the piano if you needed to hear it. Lilli Harmon to teach everybody to sing, except the two Mary Joaneses Orlie's Mary and Henry's Mary. They already knew how to sing.
Rev. John Hartman kept you at attention with his sermon deliveries I will never forget staying with he and Lilly. Going to church , prayer meeting , ect was never discussed as to whether you were going or not. You knew you were going.
In the winter it seemed that we always returned home to the sickly smell of sulpher burning. So you got your chest greased, a warm flannel rag over it and upstairs fast to escape the smell that was to save us from ills.
D.W. had a very large dictionary on a table that always interested me, but I know I was not to touch it. I can still see the table with two shelves, likely made at Atwood school. I can still see so many things-a picture of a baby in a doctors bag, a pretty vase with flowers embossed. I never wanted anything changed. G.G. said don't you want me to ever have anything new???
Animals had names for the most part, but I cannot remember a single cats name. The mules were Jack and Jen. The dog Dolly was beloved by all. As the story goes Dolly killed 42 rats in one day---what a dog!
The granddaddy of all smells was Ferd Fribley's mint fields.
After working the onions, we would grab the soap, jump into ole Avery(topless vehicle,actually i think it was 4 tires and not much else) -off to Huffman lake to clean up. Some days if you got too hot, you might get to jump in the horse tank.
Ironing was a big job and was done with irons heated on the cook stove., which were also used to warm your feather bed in the winter. Sometimes I got to iron handkerchiefs, or sugar sacks made into dishtowels.
I loved to go in the store building, there seemed to always be something in there I had not noticed before.
G.G. was very busy with her church and D.W. was an ever present figure of authority. They took their Christian teachings very serious. We went to Millwood Chapel and sometimes to Stony Point. We got on our knees to pray, and to pass the sermon time away I made dolls in a hammock with a handkerchief, which had a corner for your gum if need be. There were lots of wonderful people at Millwood. I could name so many but some stand out. Walter Thomas who was the only man good enough for my mother to marry. Dallas Hartzell who could really play the piano if you needed to hear it. Lilli Harmon to teach everybody to sing, except the two Mary Joaneses Orlie's Mary and Henry's Mary. They already knew how to sing.
Rev. John Hartman kept you at attention with his sermon deliveries I will never forget staying with he and Lilly. Going to church , prayer meeting , ect was never discussed as to whether you were going or not. You knew you were going.
In the winter it seemed that we always returned home to the sickly smell of sulpher burning. So you got your chest greased, a warm flannel rag over it and upstairs fast to escape the smell that was to save us from ills.
D.W. had a very large dictionary on a table that always interested me, but I know I was not to touch it. I can still see the table with two shelves, likely made at Atwood school. I can still see so many things-a picture of a baby in a doctors bag, a pretty vase with flowers embossed. I never wanted anything changed. G.G. said don't you want me to ever have anything new???
Animals had names for the most part, but I cannot remember a single cats name. The mules were Jack and Jen. The dog Dolly was beloved by all. As the story goes Dolly killed 42 rats in one day---what a dog!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
More Marge-flowers, hucksters, meal-times ect.
There was a large clay tile outside the kitchen door and G.G. filled it with moss roses, and she had morning glories climbing the kitchen windows to the east. Flowers added to my summer activities, making dandelion chains and dolls from hollyhocks. Uncle Don had a flair for the lovely, so he spent considerable time working working on a stone walk on the southwest corner of the lawn. I can be assured that G.G. was so appreciative of his handiwork.
It seemed that I was either waiting for the Huckster Wagons or the mail man a lot. Shorty Marsh was generous to me and the whole scene of everything from long drawers was exciting. You cannot imagine the variety of things that the rural household might need , from thread to "anything else that you could not raise, can, smoke or have in your cellar.
The mailman was not so much fun but Orin Miller was so nice, and it was fun to take the mail to G.G. and D.W. In the fall, waiting on the mail was made more lovely with a fence sporting bittersweet.
G.G. would let me walk to Community Center, usually to get an all day sucker. I enjoyed some people on the way. Tillie Chivington and McCuens were so nice to me but the prize was Viv Huffman. She liked to talk about Homer. I think that Homer may have been adopted , and oh, how she loved him. I spent lots of time on her front porch. She loved life and had a laugh you could never forget.
Sometimes I would walk to Alma Zent's house. I called her Elme, and she was so kind to me. Her husband, Bill, teased me and I was afraid of him. I think I was there with G.G. the night he died.
It is hard to beleive that I was allowed to walk on gravel roads. Todayit is hardly safe for your children to play in their own yards.
G.G. has a little social life and the affairs of the church were uppermost on the schedule. Often I could go with her to Ladies Aid, ect. It was not often that you went to see a neighbor, but if needed, you went. G.G. helped deliver the Swartz twins. All the Amish that I knew in my childhood were wery special people.
G.G. made bread and lots of it. She had a long board that came out from under the upper cupboards and it held lots of loaves. When you came home from school you knew what aromas would be waiting. On Monday ,wash day, we had beans and what she called light rolls. Oh how I wish you could have had that pleasure. You just cannot imagine how tiring to mix and knead that amount of bread for such a large family plus who ever they invited. She was so happy when she was able to have a machine to help with that chore.
Certain foods were stored in the south room upstairs. Kraut, dill pickles and some staples. Don's drawings were there too, and not to be touched.
Meal time was pretty big, with lots of food., hotcakes she made on a special little griddle, that you could flip over and use the other side. Fried potatoes, eggs and meat too- all of this to do after she was up, dressed, had the pots emptied , cook stove going, and much more I am sure.
D.W. drove the school bus after milking, and other chores. Everyone was at the table and there were devotions and not too short. Some in later years were supplied by Suze and Marg. D.W. always said the same blessing (something about the up-building of our bodies). Goodness knows someone had to help with the building of those bodies. The cook stove had a reservior that had to be filled for warm water needs. The Sat. bath was something all endured whether dirty or not. Being clean for church was very important.
It seemed that I was either waiting for the Huckster Wagons or the mail man a lot. Shorty Marsh was generous to me and the whole scene of everything from long drawers was exciting. You cannot imagine the variety of things that the rural household might need , from thread to "anything else that you could not raise, can, smoke or have in your cellar.
The mailman was not so much fun but Orin Miller was so nice, and it was fun to take the mail to G.G. and D.W. In the fall, waiting on the mail was made more lovely with a fence sporting bittersweet.
G.G. would let me walk to Community Center, usually to get an all day sucker. I enjoyed some people on the way. Tillie Chivington and McCuens were so nice to me but the prize was Viv Huffman. She liked to talk about Homer. I think that Homer may have been adopted , and oh, how she loved him. I spent lots of time on her front porch. She loved life and had a laugh you could never forget.
Sometimes I would walk to Alma Zent's house. I called her Elme, and she was so kind to me. Her husband, Bill, teased me and I was afraid of him. I think I was there with G.G. the night he died.
It is hard to beleive that I was allowed to walk on gravel roads. Todayit is hardly safe for your children to play in their own yards.
G.G. has a little social life and the affairs of the church were uppermost on the schedule. Often I could go with her to Ladies Aid, ect. It was not often that you went to see a neighbor, but if needed, you went. G.G. helped deliver the Swartz twins. All the Amish that I knew in my childhood were wery special people.
G.G. made bread and lots of it. She had a long board that came out from under the upper cupboards and it held lots of loaves. When you came home from school you knew what aromas would be waiting. On Monday ,wash day, we had beans and what she called light rolls. Oh how I wish you could have had that pleasure. You just cannot imagine how tiring to mix and knead that amount of bread for such a large family plus who ever they invited. She was so happy when she was able to have a machine to help with that chore.
Certain foods were stored in the south room upstairs. Kraut, dill pickles and some staples. Don's drawings were there too, and not to be touched.
Meal time was pretty big, with lots of food., hotcakes she made on a special little griddle, that you could flip over and use the other side. Fried potatoes, eggs and meat too- all of this to do after she was up, dressed, had the pots emptied , cook stove going, and much more I am sure.
D.W. drove the school bus after milking, and other chores. Everyone was at the table and there were devotions and not too short. Some in later years were supplied by Suze and Marg. D.W. always said the same blessing (something about the up-building of our bodies). Goodness knows someone had to help with the building of those bodies. The cook stove had a reservior that had to be filled for warm water needs. The Sat. bath was something all endured whether dirty or not. Being clean for church was very important.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Marge cont. Stone house,windmill,privy,trees ect.
The stone house was quite a place,usually fairly cool and also housed the cream separator. That operation was really neat, but there was that smell, chicken and eggs stink, so does warm milk. I never drank milk until I was pregnant for Gretchen and Bob insisted. The stone house was a place of importance and so was the windmill near by. The sound of the windmill seemed ever present and what it accomplished was wonderful. Not too far away too far away was the out-house, and it, too, was of great importance. Oh yes, while we are talking smells, it was kept very clean and loaded with lime. The black and white pages of catalogs were the first to disappear and as important as it was, it was visited as needed and quickly exited.
About the only eggs that I liked to gather was Easter eggs. Oh what a lot of eggs were colored and hidden. Easter was such a wonderful day, and how tired G.G. must have been. Family gatherings were large and food always seemed to be delicious and plentiful. If memory serves me right, I think that on one such occasion Uncle Dal had Army rations for his dinner , as punishment for his lack of correspondence to his brothers serving their country.
G.G. seemed to have an unspoken rule that THE BOYS should come on Sundays. I marvel at THE BOYS obedience through the years.
There were trees on the farm that I recall and impacted my kid-hood. Mulberry trees may have fruit for some humans, but it seemed like the birds won out. Poor G.G. who had to deal with the fly-over on the laundry.
There was a catalpa tree near the end of the drive with very big leaves and very big worms. I don't recall D.W. ever fishing, but others enjoyed the worms. There were pine trees of some size in the yard and they would not be of any significance, except that o a nite of hide and seek A.J. Rusher shot a bead of urine on me. I am sure I let it be known to all guests that were attending Dal and Doris' wedding shower.
About the only eggs that I liked to gather was Easter eggs. Oh what a lot of eggs were colored and hidden. Easter was such a wonderful day, and how tired G.G. must have been. Family gatherings were large and food always seemed to be delicious and plentiful. If memory serves me right, I think that on one such occasion Uncle Dal had Army rations for his dinner , as punishment for his lack of correspondence to his brothers serving their country.
G.G. seemed to have an unspoken rule that THE BOYS should come on Sundays. I marvel at THE BOYS obedience through the years.
There were trees on the farm that I recall and impacted my kid-hood. Mulberry trees may have fruit for some humans, but it seemed like the birds won out. Poor G.G. who had to deal with the fly-over on the laundry.
There was a catalpa tree near the end of the drive with very big leaves and very big worms. I don't recall D.W. ever fishing, but others enjoyed the worms. There were pine trees of some size in the yard and they would not be of any significance, except that o a nite of hide and seek A.J. Rusher shot a bead of urine on me. I am sure I let it be known to all guests that were attending Dal and Doris' wedding shower.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Marge Anglin Gast ...continued
Wash day was something to behold. Can you imagine all the shirts, sheets,pants, socks ect.to be washed? It's good that baths were Sat. night. That may have cut down on towels. Can you think how many towels a family of ten would go through today? The sturdy Matag with the loud motor served G.G. very well and I am sure she thanked God for it. Not everyone had that luxury.It took all day to do the wash, hoping winds would dry it. The items to be ironed would be sprinkled, rolled and put in a large basket, to be ironed on Tuesday. People took pride in how the clothes were hung, making sure that items were sorted, hung in groups, ect. Blankets were washed later and rugs and so-called rags were last. At long last some of the soapy water was used to scrub the stone house.
Marge Anglin Gast wrote Anglin farm memories.
The weather we are in for this next week is almost as bad as the worst winter weather here because I will have to spend most of the time in the house. I can get out early in the morning and late in the evening to walk and water. I am thankful, because in deep winter I can't even do that, so here's to this simmering summer.
I found an essay that my cousin, Marge, wrote back in 2000. It is very important Anglin reflections that I wanted to copy here before but had accidently buried in a stack of papers.
Here is the first installment:
TO ALL OF YOU WHO PROUDLY RECALL EXPERIENCES ON THE FARM WHICH STILL STANDS, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS, AND WHO KNOWS WHAT PLEASURE WE MAY HAVE IN STORE FOR US. By Marge Anglin Gast
D.W. & G.G
I guess there is no place to start, but summer is here and I will tell you how G.G (Grandma Grace) tried to keep me cool, likely also to keep me quiet or better yet asleep. She hung wet sheets over the screen facing the North, and if I would lay on the floor, perhaps a slight breeze would do the trick. The Anglins were floor sleepers and THE BOYS could be instantly asleep or instantly awake at D. W.'s (Daddy Wash) demand.
Thrashing day was a big event on the farm and I am sure G.G. did not need any help from me. Everything about threshing was big. Big machines, big meals, big aprons, big men with big appetites. The fellowship of the days toil surely must have kindled lasting friendships. Being a kid and spoiled what fun to get in the bins and have a rush of grain flow around me. Oh that you could have had that experience. That smell of rye and wheat, so fresh you had to eat some of it on the spot.
When I think of the many fun yet simple games we played I am reduced to tears. Only THE BOYS (two now) can fill you in on Goulah??? which was played north of the barn. Inside games were hide the thimble and fist-off. For more dangerous action we swung on a large rope from the east side of the barn way out the door!
Putting hay in the barn was work, but it seemed like fun to me. Talk about smells , hay is so wonderful. Actually I did not do any work except dusting, which I still hate. I was allowed to scrape some casing on butchering day but I had instructions on how to do it chisled in my brain.
Butchering day did have some excitment, but I hated killing the animal. Yet I had no trouble eating the good fried side meat. I was never bothered about killing chickens for Sunday dinner . It had to be done and I don't care for live ones. .....to be continued.
I found an essay that my cousin, Marge, wrote back in 2000. It is very important Anglin reflections that I wanted to copy here before but had accidently buried in a stack of papers.
Here is the first installment:
TO ALL OF YOU WHO PROUDLY RECALL EXPERIENCES ON THE FARM WHICH STILL STANDS, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS, AND WHO KNOWS WHAT PLEASURE WE MAY HAVE IN STORE FOR US. By Marge Anglin Gast
D.W. & G.G
I guess there is no place to start, but summer is here and I will tell you how G.G (Grandma Grace) tried to keep me cool, likely also to keep me quiet or better yet asleep. She hung wet sheets over the screen facing the North, and if I would lay on the floor, perhaps a slight breeze would do the trick. The Anglins were floor sleepers and THE BOYS could be instantly asleep or instantly awake at D. W.'s (Daddy Wash) demand.
Thrashing day was a big event on the farm and I am sure G.G. did not need any help from me. Everything about threshing was big. Big machines, big meals, big aprons, big men with big appetites. The fellowship of the days toil surely must have kindled lasting friendships. Being a kid and spoiled what fun to get in the bins and have a rush of grain flow around me. Oh that you could have had that experience. That smell of rye and wheat, so fresh you had to eat some of it on the spot.
When I think of the many fun yet simple games we played I am reduced to tears. Only THE BOYS (two now) can fill you in on Goulah??? which was played north of the barn. Inside games were hide the thimble and fist-off. For more dangerous action we swung on a large rope from the east side of the barn way out the door!
Putting hay in the barn was work, but it seemed like fun to me. Talk about smells , hay is so wonderful. Actually I did not do any work except dusting, which I still hate. I was allowed to scrape some casing on butchering day but I had instructions on how to do it chisled in my brain.
Butchering day did have some excitment, but I hated killing the animal. Yet I had no trouble eating the good fried side meat. I was never bothered about killing chickens for Sunday dinner . It had to be done and I don't care for live ones. .....to be continued.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Summer in full swing
There is a Blues and Bar-B-Q fest in the park tonight. Don't know if my date will actually come.
He has said he would in the past and absolutely forgotten the words. Very un-Glen like . It's brutal out there at this age. Seems I thought the same thing as a teen. Oh well , now, I just want to dance.
I taught a lot of lanky teen boys to dance in my early teen years. After I met my college boy, that stopped. He put up with a lot of teen hops and rainbow dances just to please me. Later we would go to Rochester to see the Big Bands still touring the country. We danced to Stan Kenton, some band that claimed to be the Glenn Miller band, and Ray Anthony who sounded like the real Glenn Miller Band. That was a special night. It was beautiful there at The Colonial Gardens on Lake Manatau.
The front of the building had white pillars all the way across. The lake side of the building had a pillar supported balcony that spanned it. I think it was when they were playing " Moonlight Serenade" that Glen escorted me out to see the moon's reflection on the water. Yes that is where he popped the question -down on one knee. Too perfect, I know but that was the way it was. I don't even think he knew that that is where my father purposed to my mother while listening to Hoagy Carmichael's " Stardust".
You can quit gaggin' - that is enough of the Long side for now
He has said he would in the past and absolutely forgotten the words. Very un-Glen like . It's brutal out there at this age. Seems I thought the same thing as a teen. Oh well , now, I just want to dance.
I taught a lot of lanky teen boys to dance in my early teen years. After I met my college boy, that stopped. He put up with a lot of teen hops and rainbow dances just to please me. Later we would go to Rochester to see the Big Bands still touring the country. We danced to Stan Kenton, some band that claimed to be the Glenn Miller band, and Ray Anthony who sounded like the real Glenn Miller Band. That was a special night. It was beautiful there at The Colonial Gardens on Lake Manatau.
The front of the building had white pillars all the way across. The lake side of the building had a pillar supported balcony that spanned it. I think it was when they were playing " Moonlight Serenade" that Glen escorted me out to see the moon's reflection on the water. Yes that is where he popped the question -down on one knee. Too perfect, I know but that was the way it was. I don't even think he knew that that is where my father purposed to my mother while listening to Hoagy Carmichael's " Stardust".
You can quit gaggin' - that is enough of the Long side for now
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Aunt Anna's Sweet Sixteen/Seventeen Diary cont.
A reoccurring theme is that the family always wants Anna to come visit awhile . I am sure it is partly out of the goodness of their heart but also because she is such a good worker. Here is her entry for her 17th birthday(May 26): Monday My Birthday-17 Dear Diary, up at 9:00 ate did dishes. Painted in the bathroom, Blue and White. Got dinner (what we would call lunch) ate, did dishes. Proceeded with painting. Ate supper did dishes. Received present from Aunt Mae, an Uncle Sam bandana. Pretty. I went to the show. "That night in Rio" Don Ameche, Alice Faye, Carman Miranda. Very good. More laughs. To bed 11:30.
She did get a job that summer keeping house in a vacation cottage on Hudson lake over by New Carlyle, In. They must have been friends of the family because they treated her like family although she was working nonstop for them and got paid. Probably not much.
She did get a job that summer keeping house in a vacation cottage on Hudson lake over by New Carlyle, In. They must have been friends of the family because they treated her like family although she was working nonstop for them and got paid. Probably not much.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Aunt Anna's Sweet Sixteen/Seventeen Diary
I am rushing to get the twins birthdays in the mail and getting ready for my herbal apprentice to arrive for garden help.
Digging for more Rapp writings we found Aunt Anna's Diary. She talks about how much fun her friends are and how "swell" her junior year of high school is turning out to be. Although the circumstances of her life are not ideal at that time she is making the best of everything. Her mother and big sister,(my mother) have died. Her father and new bride are living in Rochester, In. and Fort Wayne, but she is boarding with people in Burket to finish out her high school career.
I may change some punctuation and spelling but that is all. Starting with the January 1, 1941 she has filled almost all the pages of that year. ":
Dear Diary, Resolutions I have made; Do not swear, Do not speak bad about others. Lose weight. Got up at 7:15. School. Husted's father died. I am teaching shorthand this week. Went to basketball practice. Bob Dugly was here and we played cards and had fun. Wanda E. was down . Messed around with "Corny Dorany" Saw Count. To bed 12:00."
At that time she is boarding with the Erwin or Ewert family -helping with house work and child care.
Some of her friends have funny names and some of the things they do are typical but interesting.
I will write some of the more interesting later.
Digging for more Rapp writings we found Aunt Anna's Diary. She talks about how much fun her friends are and how "swell" her junior year of high school is turning out to be. Although the circumstances of her life are not ideal at that time she is making the best of everything. Her mother and big sister,(my mother) have died. Her father and new bride are living in Rochester, In. and Fort Wayne, but she is boarding with people in Burket to finish out her high school career.
I may change some punctuation and spelling but that is all. Starting with the January 1, 1941 she has filled almost all the pages of that year. ":
Dear Diary, Resolutions I have made; Do not swear, Do not speak bad about others. Lose weight. Got up at 7:15. School. Husted's father died. I am teaching shorthand this week. Went to basketball practice. Bob Dugly was here and we played cards and had fun. Wanda E. was down . Messed around with "Corny Dorany" Saw Count. To bed 12:00."
At that time she is boarding with the Erwin or Ewert family -helping with house work and child care.
Some of her friends have funny names and some of the things they do are typical but interesting.
I will write some of the more interesting later.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Early August
It is hot, hot, hot today so it reminds me of August, not July. I danced in the park at the concert last night ( with a partner) in the cool of the evening. Lots of couples got up and danced when they saw us. After some non-dancers came up to us and said how much they enjoyed watching us dance. It was a fun finish to July's first Friday celebration.
I was looking through some Rapp letters Count gave me a couple of years ago, yesterday. That is when I came across this neat little post card written by my mother, Mary Rapp Anglin, to her mom and dad who were on a fishing trip. The card was addressed % G.W. Wise, Arbutus Lake in Michigan. It was dated exactly one week before I was born.
In very small and straight script she wrote:
Dear Folks, the boys are getting ready for market today. Us girls have 2 hired hands to get dinner for. I canned some pickles and plumbs for you yesterday and went to the Doctor in the afternoon.Dr. Baum sent for me. I guess he (there is a word missing here)that it was all over with. Ina Mae and Anna are feeling frisky. Wayne is about O.K. again and Kaye Donn's cold is a little better this morning. Glad to hear you are getting lots of fish to eat-wish we had some here. There is an ice cream social at the church tonight. The kids are all going. Ina Mae and Anna said tell you to have a good time and don't worry about anything. Let us hear from you. Lots of love, Mary
I was looking through some Rapp letters Count gave me a couple of years ago, yesterday. That is when I came across this neat little post card written by my mother, Mary Rapp Anglin, to her mom and dad who were on a fishing trip. The card was addressed % G.W. Wise, Arbutus Lake in Michigan. It was dated exactly one week before I was born.
In very small and straight script she wrote:
Dear Folks, the boys are getting ready for market today. Us girls have 2 hired hands to get dinner for. I canned some pickles and plumbs for you yesterday and went to the Doctor in the afternoon.Dr. Baum sent for me. I guess he (there is a word missing here)that it was all over with. Ina Mae and Anna are feeling frisky. Wayne is about O.K. again and Kaye Donn's cold is a little better this morning. Glad to hear you are getting lots of fish to eat-wish we had some here. There is an ice cream social at the church tonight. The kids are all going. Ina Mae and Anna said tell you to have a good time and don't worry about anything. Let us hear from you. Lots of love, Mary
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