Wednesday, September 21, 2016

September 21 - A Sweet and Bitter day in many ways.

(Editor note: I am posting this from a posting of Georgia's daughter, Sue Von Feldt on September 21, 2016. It was originally posted on Facebook. But I wanted to share the story and picture posted by Sue).




Sue VonFeldt This is Joe and Georgia (mom and dad) on their 25th Anniversary. September 21st was always a very special day in our family. It was the celebration of Georgia and her twin brother George's birthday (9/21/1914); then it became the anniversary of Georgia and Joe ( married 9/21/1933) and then Joe passed away on that special day (9/21/1970). 

I remember we would always have a "September birthday dinner" to celebrate Georgia and George's birthdays along with the Leo and Earl Hertach families. 

In 1958, as the folks were celebrating their 25th anniversary with one of these big dinners at our farm, I invited Karl, to the dinner. It was our second date. He lived 60 miles away at Victoria, Kansas, and I had met him twice and had gone out with him once. He asked me to go out that Sunday afternoon, so I just invited him to the big family dinner. 

At the same time, my oldest sister Ann, who graduated from nurses school and living in Wichita, also told us she had invited a special guy to come with her for the dinner, by the name of Ray Dreiling. The surprise was when these two guys got there on Sunday, they knew each other, as they were both from Victoria. 

As friends and family know...we both married these guys. Small world. The day before dad passed away, September 20, 1970. we had all been at the farm for one of these September birthday celebrations, dad was fine and we all had a great time. We had just moved to Topeka the month before. Dad was a pallbearer at a cousin funeral the next morning and early afternoon had a massive heart attack and was gone. So that is why September 21st is such a special day in our family, and I hope that Joe and Georgia get to continue to recognize that special day in their afterlife along with all the other families and friends that have joined them.

 Happy Birthday mom.

Happy 102 birthday Grandma Georgia!

Today marks the 102nd birth date anniversary of my Grandma Georgia. On this day, I always try to take out some time to remember her, her marvelous attributes, and reflect on the parts of her character that has passed on to her family.

One thing we will all remember her for was her bowling passion. As a team player for many years - as a bowling officer - this seemed to be her one night a week getaway.

Rick Von Feldt, Georgia Patzner and Michel Nigg (Switzerland) in a bowling matchup!

And she always  seemed to have a knack for kids and babies.

Here is a "Four Generations Picture" taken in 1994. Can anyone guess who the baby is?


And of course, I have to include a picture with me and my grandma!



Happy 102 birthday Grandma Georgia!

Today marks the 102nd birth date anniversary of my Grandma Georgia. On this day, I always try to take out some time to remember her, her marvelous attributes, and reflect on the parts of her character that has passed on to her family.

One thing we will all remember her for was her bowling passion. As a team player for many years - as a bowling officer - this seemed to be her one night a week getaway.


And she always  seemed to have a knack for kids and babies.

Here is a "Four Generations Picture" taken in 1994. Can anyone guess who the baby is?


And of course, I have to include a picture with me and my grandma!



Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Happy 97th Birthday Grandma / Georgia!


Happy Birthday Georgia / Grandma!

Today is number 97 for her. We hope Grandma you are laughing and laughing. We will feel your presence all around us today!

Jeni send this message today for Georgia:

Good Morning Sweet Lady. Happy Birthday. I can't believe a another year has gone by. I miss you all so very much. Today reminded me of all the birthday parties we had. You gave us some really great memories lady. I hope you and mom and dad are taking the card circuit by storm up there. Give Shadow a pat for me and have a great birthday lady. From here to heaven love you always. Jeni

PICTURES FROM A FEW BIRTHDAYS PAST.







Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Miss you more than ever

Georgia-On this your birthday I miss you more now than the day you went to heaven. I love and miss you everyday dear lady. Take Care of Mom and Dad. Till we see you again, love always, Jeni

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREAT GRANDMA (Contributed by Sophia Von Feldt)

My great grandma was a wonderful person. She had her own funny sense of humor. Whenever I would suck my thumb as a little girl, she would always say, "Does that thumb taste good?". She also helped keep me in line. After saying goodbye at the end of our visits she would warn me, "You better be good or else I'll spank ya." I will never forget how she put a smile on my face. :)

-Sophie Von Feldt

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM (Contributed by Anna Catherine Dreiling)

Today is Mom's birthday. I remembered her in my prayers at Mass this morning. Her Catholic faith was always important to her. She was always active in various church groups and our Catholic school functions. She had one nun who was an especially good friend, Sister Theodosia. She was a teacher in our grade school at one time. They remained friends until Sisters death many years later. Now they are together with the Lord for all eternity.

Love you, Mom.
Anna C

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA (Contributed by Rick Von Feldt)

September 21, 2010

Dear Grandma. Somewhere in heaven, you are sitting around celebrating today. I am sure you are humble about your birthday - as you were humble about much of your life. You probably didn't tell the angels around you, but of course, they knew. And when they woke you on this special day, you grinned, enjoying a day void of pain, worry and being full of wisdom and light.

We are celebrating your birthday. Each of us are doing it in different ways.

For me, I have thought about you off and on as I spend my day doing work in New York. Of all my grandparents, you would have been the one who would have felt as comfortable walking around with me here as you would have been in Kansas. That was your way. Open to exploring the world. Open to new things. You didn't judge too much while you were here on earth. Unless of course, someone had a misplaced ear ring, or facial hair or something that perhaps the nuns might not have liked in your school.

Today, I did New York things. My breakfast was at a typical bagel shop with a cream cheese of lox and spread. I would have asked you if you wanted to try. You would have said, "Why not!"

I worked in the day today, working on ideas about the future. I rushed off to a dinner at an Italian restaurant, and then on to a show on Broadway. If had asked, you would have been here in a second, tracking along, doing whatever sounded interesting.

It is midnight. I am on third street - having a late night glass of wine, checking email.

It would have been great to have been able to show you Facebook. With your typing skills, and thoughts of connecting up, I think you would have liked it. And you would have been willing to sign up and make a go of it.

If you were sitting with me tonight, you would be just as content to sip on a margarita and just watch the traffic and people go by. And even thought it was midnight, you would have been as stimulated as I am watching life go by.

This year, I did something to think about you. I started to make pickles. They are not the greatest. And I have not used the canning method. But I am making a go of it. I worked with Megan recently to make some pickles back in Kansas. I am there tomorrow, and look forward to see how they turned out. When I think of canning and pickles - I think of you. I was fascinated since I can remember, thinking about going down into your cellar off your porch and seeing the rows of lined up jars. Unfortunately, I never really paid that much attention to your periods of canning. I wish it was something I would have learned more about from you.

You have been on our minds over the last year. For some, it was difficult to even mention your name without shedding a tear. Your kids miss you very much. Marty Sue misses you very much. We still can't drive by Midland Hospice Care and talk about your days there, without a lump in the throats. It will take time, because while for you, it was your earth departure day, for us, it was the last day for a long time that we had a chance to hang out with you.

We know you are here.
We hope to continue to receive your guidance - either through a religious way - or simply through inspiration by following how you lived life.

We want to wish you a happy birthday!

Love,
Rick

Sunday, March 7, 2010

GEORGIA and SCRABBLE

SCRABBLE and GRANDMA (Contributed by Greg Dreiling)
One of my favorite things about Grandma was her love for the game of Scrabble. I remember as a youngster, always wanting to get into the game. They were pretty serious about it and I think it really must have been a bother to have the little kids wanting to join in.


I remember one of my last visits to Grandma's farm included a game of Scrabble with my mom and Grandma. I don't recall whether I won the game, but the high point for me was at the beginning. I was first up and laid out all seven letters right away to spell "MIRACLE".

Yes it was and so was Grandma.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

GEORGIA and her MUSICAL FAMILY

(Contributed by Sue Von Feldt about her mother Georgia, March 6, 2010)

"Sue, where did the music talent in your family come from?"

I always thought mom had a nice singing voice and she used to sing in church along with everyone else and she knew the songs. I think she probably used to sing when she was in the Catholic High Boarding School. In fact I remember her telling us a story of how one day they were all there and the nun was not there yet, so they decided to play a joke on her and they hid. Sister finally came in and waited a bit and could not figure it out and left. When she left they all got back in their chairs and so when she came back she asked them where they were and they said we have been here sitting here in our chairs! I guess she did not think it was that funny and so she said well I guess you will be sitting in those chairs after school also and so they had their singing class after school.

She would sing around home, and also liked listening to music. Her dad had a music shop at some point in Holyrood along with his photography. I think that was when he also carried jewelry too. (I think he was quite the entrepreneur). In addition he also played in a band and I don't know if you remember or not, but when we painted that middle bedroom at mom's house several years ago (we did her room and the middle bedroom), anyhow we hung up the picture of him and the band members (I am thinking maybe I took that picture and have it in the storage room somewhere.) Her mom did not play any instrument but she sure liked to dance and I guess she would go along with him when the band played and she would dance.

My dad, although I barely remember this, he used to have a banjo and used to play. I really don't remember him playing that much but I remember where it was kept at home and I think one of us kids (surely not me) broke the skin on it. Dad also loved listening to music and he and mom had a phonograph with the old thick records and later the big albums. Even after I left home, they bought that new stero that sat in the living room (the one that was still there in the living room when we stopped by there after mom's funeral), and they bought several LP albums. Mom really liked to listen to organ pipe music and dad liked listening to Kate Smith and they both really liked Guy Lumbardo, but dad especially liked him. And they both loved to watch Lawrence Welk. Before we even had tv, we would go over to Edna and Earl's and the adults would watch Lawrence Welk, Bishop Sheen and the Ed Sullivan show, while us kids played but some of the time we would sit down and watch some of the shows also.

(Coming soon – a very special story about Georgia and Guy Lombardo).

Dad's mother played the organ and I really don't remember her playing it but Ann and Dorothy do. I remember Joe and I playing on it and we would try and make sounds like an airplane taking off! I don't think we were allowed to play on it much, and I think it may have even been after she died that we got to play on it as no one else knew how to play it. Eventually the folks decided it was taking up too much space in the living room and moved it out to the other side of the outhouse building. It sat out there and rotted away.( The roof leaked and it got full of dust, etc.) What a shame huh? I don’t know just how good she was at playing it. But for that period of time that had to have been a pretty nice piece of furniture to have and I would love to know the story behind it of when and how they got it and when and how she learned to play. I think she lived with her grandparents for some time back in Pennsylvania so I wonder if she learned it there or what. Gosh, I sure wish somebody would have journaled back then.

Ann played trumpet and was pretty good. I talked my friend Louise into letting me borrow her drum and I thought I was going to teach myself to play the drum, but I did not have a clue as I never learned to read music, but I had fun trying to play the drum and Louise taught me a couple basic things. I never had a good singing voice, and once Sister Denise asked me to sing a little quieter and that really destroyed my confidence and I would not sing after that. I stopped going up in the choir and started sitting with mom and dad at church. She came and got me and made me go up to the choir; well you have heard of the story (my dad used to say this a lot), you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink. At that point I still refused to sing at all and so when the report cards came out, she gave me an F in music. (There were many incidents like that where Sr. Denise and I clashed and reasons why I ended up disliking that nun so much.)

For a long time my secret dream was to magically overnight obtain a beautiful voice, or I wanted to become a singer in my next life; mostly I just wanted to have an average voice so I could join in on fun singing together with other having fun. That will never happen in this life, maybe the next. I always wanted to learn to play guitar or piano and have thought about trying it in retirement but I don't know that I could or would I spend enough time practicing to even play as well as a 5th grader! So I just listen to music and only try singing along if I know for sure no one else is around, except the dog and at least he does not howl. Good dog!

That is the music history in my family as much as I know it!!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

GEORGIA AND HER CHICKENS (Contributed by Doug Von Feldt)

ONE OF GEORGIA'S income earning opportunities was to raise chickens. And it also served as a good meal here and there. Here is one story from Doug Von Feldt about the chickens:

"As others have mentioned, one of my memories of the farm is the chickens. When we were little there used to be a lot of chickens. Chickens everywhere it seemed. I liked to go into the chicken coop and walk around. The chickens would scatter and make lots of noise and it always had that smell to it. We never had chickens when we lived in the country, but when my family moved to our country house I had to have chickens. I wanted the kids to have the experience of raising chickens and collecting the eggs. It took us a while to finally get the chickens but we really enjoyed it and that is one of the things that I miss the most now that we have moved back to the city. I think the kids actually miss not having the chickens also. When I think of the fun time my family had with our chickens it always reminds me of Grandma and fun we had on her farm."

What else do you remember about Georgia and the chickens on the farm?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

PICTURES - Georgia and Christmas

Christmas was a favorite time for Georgia.
She loved all of the family being around.
The kids.
Just a sense of family.
And she could always be assured of hugs by everyone!
And maybe even a few sweet things to snack on.

And of course, we could count on a few things from Georgia....

She would be the "wrapping paper" collector.
She always seemed to end up with a hat on - just to make everyone laugh.
She would be working diligently on getting her gifts done as well. We will miss the hangers!

She also loved "scratchers" - especially the "tic tac doe" scratcher.
It was a favorite thing for us to give, and for her to get.
She would "allow herself" just one a day. Or every so often.

WHAT ELSE DO YOU REMEMBER about GEORGIA and Christmas?
Do you have any pictures you can share?
Add your comments in the comments section below! Or send to Rick, and he will post! (rvonfeldt@yahoo.com)

(Thanks to Marty-Sue for the pictures!)






Georgia working on one of her lottery scratchers.







Sunday, December 20, 2009

Georgia's Friends: EDNA HERTACH

The following stories were sent to us by Marcia Lyons and Kay Clark (Granddaughter and daughter of Edna respectively). There are stories collected and compiled for a family gathering on 2/24/01 in Wichita, Kansas celebrating Edna’s 85th birthday.

ABOUT EDNA HINTON HERTACH

Edna Hinton was born in Beaumont Mississippi on March 7, 1916. She was the only child of Edwina Pierce Hinton (fondly know as Mamma Hint) and Tim Hinton. Edna had 2 older half brothers and 2 half sisters (Edward, Gus, Evie & Verda).

Edna’s parents owned their own business. They had a large building that was partitioned off with his General Store in the front & her café in the back. The General Store contained groceries and dry goods items such at fabric, shoes, sugar etc. Edna spent a lot of time at the café. It was conveniently located about a block from their house. Their home did not contain a kitchen so they took all of their meals at the café.

She remembers that they added a side door to the building so you could enter directly into the café. This called for the addition of a sidewalk. She laughed that one-year she received shoe skates for Christmas. Everything in Beaumont was dirt – roads, parking lots and sidewalks except for this one strip of concrete. The kids would borrow her shoe skates & they would take turns skating up and down the little sidewalk.

Edna attended public schools in Beaumont for grade school and her first year of high school. She then went her 2nd year to Progress Boarding school, which was coed. Then her last 2 years were spent at Forrest Co Agriculture high school (also a boarding school) in Brooklin Mississippi. She then went 2 years to a Women's College in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. And finally she attended 1 year at Mobile Alabama Business College.

Edna always had fun regardless of where she was living or attending school. She was good swimmer and would swim in the river and creeks around Beaumont. While in high school she played some basketball. This usually consisted of the female students playing against the faculty women. And she always enjoyed putting together puzzles. She fondly remembers while at the Women’s College that she and her roommate worked lots of puzzles with one of their teachers.

Whenever she was in Beaumont she worked at the Café. As you might imagine during this time in Mississippi there was segregation. They were required to have a room for blacks and one for whites. Edna pointed out they served the same food and provided equitable service but there were two dining areas. The noon meal was served family style at the café. She said there was a train station near by and they would frequently get customers for breakfast and lunch. In addition to working at the café, Edna went to the local Paper Mill and did their payroll on Saturdays.

During World War II she worked at Camp Shelby. She was the Assistant Manager of the PX (Post Exchange). During the war there were ration coupon books for items such as gas, leather shoes, sugar, tires, brand name cigarettes etc. Edna drove several people that worked at Camp Shelby thus she was able to get gas coupons for her station wagon.

It was at Camp Shelby that she met her future husband, Earl Francis Hertach. He was from Claflin, Kansas and stationed at Camp Shelby. He was sent to New Orleans in anticipation of being shipped out to war. While in New Orleans, Edna & Earl were married by a Justice of the Peace in March of 1944. They thought he would be shipped out any day. Two weeks later a Catholic priest married them. Soon after he was shipped out and stationed on Ascension Island until the war ended.

While Earl was off at war, her in-laws (Leo and Frances Hertach) suggested she come to Kansas to meet her new family. She and her niece Jenny Elder traveled to Kansas by bus. During their stay in Claflin, people wondered which young lady was Earl's new wife. And it was during this visit that they received news the war was ending and Earl would be soon coming home.

Jenny returned to Mississippi and Edna waited for Earl’s arrival in Kansas. Eventually, Edna & Earl took a train to St. Louis, then a bus to Beaumont. Edna packed up her things (mostly just clothes because she had always lived at home with her parents) and they loaded them in her station wagon. They drove back to Kansas thus starting their married life together.

Life in Kansas represented a big change for Edna. In Beaumont,
she lived in town in a home that had electricity. The house at Claflin was wired for electricity but it would be 1 1/2 years before they had electricity. Water was by a pump and windmill. The bathroom was an outhouse. Cooking was by a wood stove. And she said she wasn’t much of a cook since all of her meals growing up were at the café. She said Earl really enjoyed “meat and potatoes” and would do some of the cooking himself. Once they did have electricity, she had a two burner electric hot plate, which she would use for cooking. We can all attest that she has developed into a fine cook. Her southern heritage came to Kansas through her ham, black-eyed peas, corn bread, pecan pie, rice and gravy, figs, boiled peanuts and of course grits.

Her in-laws – Leo and Frances Hertach, gave the newlyweds the “home place”. The elder Hertach’s moved to Larnerd where their other son (Earl’s older brother Leo Jr.) was living with his wife and son. Leo Jr. had more farmland and his father thought he could use some help with the land. At the home place Edna now learned to tend cows and chickens. She was so thankful for her new friend Georgia. Mamma Hint always said Georgia was like a sister to Edna. She helped her adjust to life in Kansas.

The next year, Earl & Edna became parents to Dixie Ann in June 1946. In May of 1948 Katharine Frances joined the family and in January 1952 they welcomed Timothy Leo. During most of the years, Edna was a full time wife and mother. She was very involved in the community and the activities of her 3 children.

When Edna moved to Kansas she took instructions and joined the Catholic Church. She was active in the Altar Society and served as President. She belonged to the HDU (Home Demonstration Unit) which was later called the Home Extension. At the school she was active in the Parent Teacher Organization. She was a homeroom mother. And she was always willing to drive on any of the kids’ school or activity outings. With the girls she served as a Girl Scout troop leader. And she helped out when Tim was involved in 4 H.

Edna enjoyed bowling. For many years Earl sponsored a team through Farm Bureau Insurance. She bowled for years at the Claflin bowling alley and when it closed the team went over to Ellinwood.

Edna also enjoys reading. She and Mamma Hint shared the love of reading. They belonged to a book club and they both had an extensive book collection. Reading is a past time that both Edna & Earl enjoyed. It was common for the kids to see their parents reading.

Because of the war, Earl and Edna did not go on a honeymoon. But on their 25th wedding anniversary they went on a wonderful trip to Hawaii. This was a gift from Mamma Hint. Edna said on the way to Hawaii they stopped for several days in Los Angeles and on the way home they spent several days in San Francisco. She was always ready to pack her bags and go on adventure.

The Hertach’s would annually attend the Kansas State Fair in Hutchinson. When the kids were growing up they would generally go on a summer car trip. Sometimes heading back to Mississippi or on some other adventure. Some of the memorable trips were to the Seattle Worlds Fair, Disneyland in CA, Mount Rushmore in SD and Mexico with the ever-famous bullfights. The love of travel has definitely been passed on to her children and grandchildren.

In 1969 Edna went to work at ElKan, a business that did wiring for Ford cars. But she only worked at that job for a few months because Earl was diagnosed with lung cancer and started radiation treatments in Wichita for the next 6 weeks. He died in July 1970 at the age of 55 years.

Six months later, she decided to enter nursing school. She moved
to Wichita and lived with Kay and Marcia for the next 12 months while attending the Licensed Practical Nursing Program at the Vocational Center in Wichita. She graduated in January 1972 and passed her state nursing boards soon after. She did work briefly as a private duty nurse in Ellinwood but eventually decided to stop work and stay home.

Edna & Earl’s three children all found wonderful spouses. And her 3 children have blessed her with 9 grandchildren. Dixie married Gary DeLong and they’re the parents of Tara, Ross, Mike and Steve. Kay married Robert Lyons and had Marcia. And Kay was also blessed by the marriage to Courtney Clark. Tim married Joy Beran and the are parents to Timothy, Anthony, Taylor and Monica.

In more recent years basketball has resurged as an interest of Edna’s. Several years ago she received a new television and the NBA package for Christmas. Her favorite teams have coincided with coach Phil Jackson – one time being the Chicago Bulls and now the LA Lakers. The love of sports is also close to home watching the grandkids play sports in Claflin. And traveling to Iowa to watch the family players and coach. And one can’t mention Edna’s love of basketball without mentioning Jackie Stiles as a Claflin Wildcat and an SMSU Lady Bear.

And the love of travel has been on ongoing theme in Edna’s life. And she did all kinds of trips via cars, buses, planes, cruise ships and trains. She would go large events like the Rose Parade or the Indy 500 as well as trips right around the area. She went with family members such as an Alaska Cruise with Dixie and Kay. She went on a European vacation with her friends Georgia and Martha. And she would even set out on “Mystery” bus tours with Mildred Lyons not knowing the destination until departure. She has a true sense of adventure.

We have all know Edna in many different ways. The mother, grandmother, babysitter, travel companion, roommate, holiday host, cheerleader and mostly importantly a friend. She has shared sage advice through her words and actions. And she never falls short of making us laugh. We all want her to know she is a very special part of our lives. Let’s join together in wishing her a very Happy 85th Birthday.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Where's Grandma? (contributed by Theresa DeLong)

Wheeeere's Grandma???

I had a weekend off and wanted to go for a drive, so I decided to go see Grandma. I went by my cousin Jane's place, and as she didn't have anything going on she said she'd go along for the ride (and the fried chicken that we might find in the frig).

We got to Claflin in the early evening and drove on out to the farm. We pulled up to the farmhouse and went to the back door, but found it locked and no car in sight. I thought she might have gone into town or run an errand so I went looking for the key to the door, but I couldn't find it. By then, Jane and I were getting hungry, so we went into town to get some dinner and beverages, thinking when we were done Grandma would be home.

After an hour (or a little longer) we went back to Grandma's thinking by then she'd be home. Well...to our suprise she still wasn't home, so we went back to town to wait it out a little longer. We went out one last time...and stil no Grandma, so sadly, we called it a night and went home.

When I called her a couple of days later, she told me she'd been out kid sitting and didn't get home until after midnight. And Mom and Dad thought I kept late hours! Well, that was Grandma. Always on the go!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Seldom Ever Wasted (contributed by Sue Von Feldt)

The folks did not get indoor plumbing until 1962; the year after I got married. At that time they remodeled the house and took out the walls between the kitchen, dining and living room. Joe was working for Hughs construction and so I am sure he helped with it. Also took out a big storage closet and turned it into a bathroom. Also remodeled the kitchen, put in new cabinets, etc. We must have taken the old wood cook stove out of the kitchen sometime around 1949 or shortly thereafter. I think we got electricity in 1949. I remember the gas cooking stove that Rick was talking about was in the kitchen when I was between 5 and 8 because there is a chip in the enamel on the left side…..I got mad at Joe and threw a battery at him and he ducked and I hit mom’s new stove and put a chip in it! I was in big trouble; I remember I felt really bad about it and I am sure the end result was a spanking. During those few years, I was known to display a temper.

The out building beside the stove was the outdoor toilet. Geez, I hated those…so cold in the winter time! We had a smaller outhouse and then when the Catholic grade school got indoor plumbing, they sold the outdoor toilet and dad bought it and so we had a really big outhouse; a three seater. The other side of the building was also an outdoor toilet (boys was one side and girls other side), but we used the other side for storage. In fact, I think that is where the old organ from the living room went to storage, but then it got damaged from the elements and it ended up getting thrown away. I am surprised they never gave it away instead of leaving it sit out in the out building like that. Things were so seldom ever wasted back then. Grandma Patzner is the only one who could play it, so after she died in 1949, then sometime after that it was moved to the building for storage.

There was so much hard work that had to be done back in those days. Just to cook anything, the kitchen wood stove had to be fired up. And you cooked three meals a day back then, as people needed the meals for energy for all the work they did. And all the canning in the summer, was also done on that stove, in the heat of the summer, no electric fans, You would get started early in the morning so you would be done by the worst heat of the day. On laundry day, the hot water was heated on that stove. Just to make coffee, you had to cook it on the stove. Sure a lot easier these days, push a button and you have coffee, push a button and your clothes are being washed from beginning to end without ever touching then again to rinse them, push a button and the dishes are washed and dried. I was little enough I wasn’t allowed around the stove that much, but, as Dorothy mentioned, I also remember Joe and I making the “potato chips” by laying the potatoes on the stove top and adding a bit of salt and we thought we had a great treat. However, the better treat was when we would get off the bus and we started walking up the driveway to the house and I swear you could smell the aroma of the home baked bread and then we would make a dash for the house.

Dorothy and I were talking about how we don’t remember talking with mom that much when we were young. I told her the reason was because mom was always so busy working hard. Farm wives worked hard from the crack of dawn until the last one to bed in the evening, and then they got up and did it all over again the next day. I remember walking along with her while she did the evening chores of taking care of the chickens. The chickens were hers to take care of. I remember how you had to sometimes pick that hen up by her tail and lift her up so you could get the eggs out from under her…oops, that should be another story.

The Workings of an Old Stove (contributed by Anna Catherine Dreiling)

From my earliest memories, this is the stove that was in the kitchen of our farm house. It was a wood burning stove which we used for cooking. I can't remember when we got a later model that burned gas. I know we had one other gas or kerosene burning stove before we got the one that you remember Grandma frying chicken with.

So back to the stove that is in the picture. It is the one Dorothy talked about using to make the potato snacks and heating the irons. At one time there was a wall seperating the kitchen and dining room. This stove sat with its back against that wall. The pipe vented through the wall and I suppose into a chimney. It also had an upper chamber that looked kind of like an oven. I can't remember what that was used for--possibly to keep food warm? I can't remember for sure, but I think we may have put the wood in through a place that opened in the left front. The door you and Doug? are standing on is the oven door. On the side of the stove facing the front of the picture, there used to be a water resivoir attached. We always kept it filled. The water would not boil but it was pretty hot. Also, Grandma Emma Patzner(Georgias mother-in-law) would set her bowl of milk on the top of the resivoir to clabber( to sour and curdle) to make cottage cheese. The cottage cheese will be another story.

I think I've pretty much covered the stove. As you can imagine it was a very hot job cooking on that stove during Kansas summers as wood and fire privided the heat to cook year round.

I think the building that the stove is setting next to in the picture is the old outside toilet. I'm not sure when we got indoor plumbing and a bathroom in the house. Maybe your Mom can remember that.

This is probably more than you wanted to know but your questions opened a lot of memories. The stove description is to the best of my memory--It has been a long time since then.

Real Potato Chips (contributed by Dorothy Carver)

Rick, your old stove pictures stirred up a couple for me.

Of course the stove was in the house for my memories. The first one was that it was our ways and means of doing our ironing. We had the irons on the stove to heat up and a clamp style handle that would attach to each iron. We had 3 or 4 irons and as they would cool off we would trade out for a hot one and let the used one reheat. Don't like ironing today either.

The good memory of the stove was coming home from school and being hungry. We'd (meaning a few siblings)take a few potatoes peel them and thick slice them and put them right on the hot top of the lids(or burners) of the stove and when the potato was a little crispy we'd turn them over like a pancake cook the other side----then take the slices off add a little salt and enjoy a hot potato snack. Good thing we grew our own potatoes. thinking about this I may have to get out mom's old iron skillet and try this again just to remember the taste or see if it is the same in an iron skillet.

Dorothy

Clean Boys, Dirty Clothes (contributed by Doug Von Feldt)

OK, here is a story, but it is 6 am so I don't know how good the writing will be.

One strange memory I have is for some reason mom and dad left us at grandma's overnight but I don't think we were supposed to stay longer.

I don't remember why but what I do remember is that we didn't have any clean clothes. I remember grandma saying that our clothes were dirty and they needed to be washed but we didn't have any others with us. So we took off the dirty clothes and all three of sat in the backseat of the car in our underwear with a blanket over our laps while we drove into town to the laundry mat. Grandma took the clothes in to the laundry mat while we sat out in the car.

I don't remember why we didn't do the laundry at her house. It could have been that we washed them using her old hand washing machine and we just took the clothes to be dried so we didn't have to wait while they dried on the clothes line. It is a strange thing to remember but that is the way the mind works.

Rick or Jeff, do you remember this?

Mud Cookies on the old mud stove (contibuted from Rick Von Feldt)

Is this a story about Georgia?

Perhaps. Maybe not. Definately.

If I think back about my true roots of cooking - it had to start on a gas stove out in Claflin Kansas, on Grandma's farm. And it surely must have started with chicken. Fried chicken. In fact, as I think about it, I am not sure I ever ate chicken at Grandma's any other way. I don't remember it baked or roasted. I don't even remember a grill. It always came from a cast iron skillet. Full of lard. On the a grill that shot flames from underneath.

That was intimidating.

Frying chicken, with crackling grease and having to do it for no less than 8-10 people at a time is intimidating!

When I think about cooking with Grandma - I don't have memories. Truth betold - I am not sure that Grandma really had a "love" for cooking. Rather, it was something you did - something that had to get done. For tens of years it is what she did. It is what she learned from her mother-in-law. And with a family of "bohunks" or big boned people, it was something that had to happen.

I don't remember Grandma ever pulling up a stool to her counter, and asking us to help out with the chicken. Once that process of frying the chicken started, and grease started splattering everywhere, it was intimidating. It was not for little kids.

At eye level, while visiting the farm, I only saw flames. The stove was gas - and when we would visit either from Victoria or Topeka, this kind of stove was foreign. We had electric burner stove. And those flame used to scare me. I thought that live flames like that could blow up. Or make the whole house on fire. It was unruly and unpredictable.

In 2003, in Singapore, I moved into a home that had gas ovens. I was mortified. I saw it like a big monster that could reach out and bit me or my head. I didn't realize that gas stoves were a chef's best friend. It was controlable. I laugh at my memories as a kid from years ago. Since 2003, I have always used a gas stove. And I would not want it any other way. But sometimes, I bend down, and remember what it was like to look at those dancing blue flames out on the farm.

Grandma wasn't much of a food teacher. It was something that needed to be done. Get it done. Get it out of the way. And then move on to more interesting things. Like Scrabble for example. Or cards.

When we were growing up, around meal time, we were "shoo'd" out of the kitchen. Go outdoors, and figure out something to do.

Sometimes, we would walk down the path to the pig house. It was funny to watch the pigs out in their very muddy pens. They lived so far away from the house. I sometimes wondered why they lived so far down the path. Guess who was the city boy? The best thing about visiting the pigs was the small terraced hill that you had to cross to the pig pen. It was fun to run up and over it. And then run back again. And run over again.

Sometimes, we would go to the place where there was shade in the trees. It was where the "hedgehogs" were. Not really. They were actually hedge apples. Or very unattractive fruits. Or vegetables. What in the heck were those. But they were in the back. By the fence line. But it wasn't the weird fruit that made it interesting. It was what was buried beneath it. Treasures. Of glass. And odd things from times long ago. We felt like archeologists. Pick an area. Dig a little. And you would come up with a bottle of colored glass that looked like something from the shelves of a drugstore on an episode of Gunsmoke.

What we didn't exactly realize of course, is that this was the farm's garage pile. As we understood it, no perishable items were taken to this back area of the property, and buried in the ground. By the time we got to it, much decay had happened. And all that was left was the glass. Or so we thought.What exactly were those odd shapes next to the glass?

Sometimes we would consider going to the pond. But that area was off limits unless adults came along. We have great memories of Grandma going with us to fish. My brother Doug has more than the rest of us. My best memory was fishing one day. My line tugged strong. I pulled it in. Something big and strong was trying to pull me back into the water. But slowly we pulled. Me on the line. And Grandma - running down, ankle deep into the water. I thought I had a treasure. A very large fish. She probably knew better and knew what would happen next. Sure enough, the line snapped. But it wasn't a challenge for Grandma. She caught that line in her hand, and dragged the line in, catch and all.

That night, we had turtle soup.

There were always adventures on the farm. But if truth be told, I wanted to be in cooking the fried chicken. But that wasn't for little kids.

So, we decided to make our own kitchen.

At dinner parties - in interviews in my cooking moments in life, when people ask me how I started cooking, I always credit two moments in the life. The second came when in grade school, I started to get bored at cooking roasts after school for the family dinner. My creativity, combined with Campbell soup mixes and Jiffy cake mixes turne me on to real food.

But my first credit for food came from the "mud restaurant" on the farm in Claflin. While on the farm, I spent many an hour creating mud pies, cakes and every conceivable entree in between on the old outside stove.

I would mix the basic ingredients of mud. And water. It was amazing how, when you mixed these items, it could make shapes that could resemble cookies. And even more amazing is that if you laid them in the sun, they seemed to bake.

I would beg my brothers to come to my make shift restaurant. And sometimes, I would even rope them into helping me. At least, that was my perspective on it all.

Here is my earliest restaurant picture. It is in 1967. I am five years old. And I remember details with amazing clarity!

Amazingly, my brother Doug is standing with me. Was he cooking with me? Or was I trying to rope him in to "trying" one of my mud concoctions?

Tonight, as I made Asian braised spareribs, with a buckwheat Japanese noodle and pepper salad, I tipped my hat to my first memories of cooking . It was on Grandma's farm. I wanted to be with my Grandma cooking that chicken. Mud cookies were the next best thing.

(This photo was given to me in 1993, when I was in Claflin visitng my Grandma. She had it in a shoebox. It is one of those "pull out" mini polaroids. I have used modern scanner, software and computer to enhance it. It amazing how clear it looks compared to the original!)

To Mom, my Aunts and Uncle and to my brother and cousins...

- what do you remember about this stove? About he kids cooking?

- what is the building next to this stove?

- it appears that there is a chimney on the stove, so at one point, it must have been used as an outdoor stove? What for?

- to my cousins, does this bring out any other memories for you?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

THE QUILT BIRTHDAY (Pictures Tell A thousand Words)

This the first "picture" entry for "The Life of Georgia" website. Many more will come.

These first pictures were scanned by Sue Von Feldt, and send to me a part of the commemoration of her 80th birthday. Georgia loved the lavish attention on her birthdays. And her kids were good at organizing and creating very special birthdays. Whether it was an "Hawaiian birthday" or a "Quilt birthday" or one celebrated over deluxe Belgium chocolates, if you live until 94 years old - you definatel deserve magnificent birthdays.
There will be several entries about her birthdays. This is the first.

On September 9 and 10, Georgia received an 80th birthday surprise party. She knew that 2 weeks later she was going on an 80th birthday trip to Europe. And so, it was hoped she would be especially surprise to have a "pre-party" with her closest friends and family.

ABOUT THE PARTY - the idea, the planning and what happened. (Details to come. Sue/Mom - will you write about the inspirtion of the party - and specifically the inspiration of the quilt. Tell s about how it came to be. Tell us about he party you had to create the squares for the party. Tell us what is in each of the squares And tell us about the quilt today!)

AND NOW - SOME PICTURES!

PICTURE 1: THE GRAND CHILDREN PICTURE
Who is in this picture? Can someone provide the names to the faces?
Who is there - and who is missing from the picture?
(In the comment section below, reference PICTURE 1 - and tell us!)



PICTURE 2/3: THE MORAN FAMILY

This information from Jeni Moran

Who is in this picture? Can someone provide the names to the faces? (Update: Jeni has listed names below).

Georgia ofte talked about her kidsitting.

Which kids in this picture did she sit for? (Jeni: Georgia sat for Kala's kids: Candice and Brett. Mary's Kids: Nicole, Ryan, Shawn and Jacob. 2 of John's kids: Tyler and Courtney.")

Who is the angelic Nicole?
Who are the twins?
Where is the rambunctious "Jacob?"
Who is that lady next to Georgia she called one of her best friends?
Who is the God daughter of Georgia?

What are some of the stories of this group? And how did it all begin? (Jeni answered, "As for how it all began. I cannot tell you that. Georgia was just always there my whole life. Maybe Jan or Joe would know since they are older. I have a lifetime of great memories with Georgia. Even when she came over to help mom out it made it seem less like work.")



(left to right): Kala, Mary, Georgia (of course) Jeni and Dottie.


Information from Jeni Moran (The" quilt picture #3 might be a little more difficult, I'll try")

(left to right front row)

Tyler Moran, Brett Moeder, Ryan & Shawn Doyle and Courtney Moran

l to r 2nd. row-Candice Moeder, Nicole Doyle, Georgia, Dottie Moran, Jeni Siemsen

l to r 3rd. row-Kala Moeder, Mary Doyle, Susan Zink (x of John Moran) Jack Moran

l to r 4th. row-Mike Moeder, John Moran and Roger Siemsen


PICTURE 4: THE RELATIVES
Each of the people in this pictures have a relationship to Georgia.
Who are they?
How are the related either through blood, realationship or friendship to Georgia?
What are the stories about their connection to Georgia?
IN THE COMMENT SECTION BELOW - mention a picture number, and give us your lists, thoughts, stores or ideas!
THIS ENTRY POSTED IN CHAPTER 12.