Louise Josephine Link Nelson was born on June 17, 1921 in West Point, Iowa, to William John and Elizabeth Wellman Link.
Her family lived on the Bruegenhempke place west of West Point when she was born.
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The day your furry friend comes into your life is often called gotcha day. Jaxon came into our life 8 years ago today. He was a scared rescue dog, afraid of any sort of stick, broom, or newspaper. It was clear Jaxon had not been treated the best. He had been given up for destructive behavior. We were happy to adopt him.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Grocery Stores and Gardens
The grocery store had barrels with crackers, coffee beans, cookies and staples. Flour and sugar came in cloth sacks – also salt. Peanut butter was sold in bulk. Farmers brought butter and eggs to the store in exchange for sugar, flour, salt, coffee and spices. I don’t think there were any paper products sold then, and of course plastics had not been invented yet.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Grocery Stores and Gardens
The grocery store had barrels with crackers, coffee beans, cookies and staples. Flour and sugar came in cloth sacks – also salt. Peanut butter was sold in bulk. Farmers brought butter and eggs to the store in exchange for sugar, flour, salt, coffee and spices. I don’t think there were any paper products sold then, and of course plastics had not been invented yet.
We’ve covered a number of different things you see when out in the woods. Today I thought I would post some of my favorite pictures of butterflies and moths from our trips in southern Indiana.
John and Lydia are Walt’s great-grandparents.
John Swisher Hoel was born on November 4, 1840 to James Anderson and Mary Ann Swisher Hoel in Darke County, Ohio. Lydia Margaret Finkbone was born March 11, 1845 to John F. and Rachel Mendenhall Finkbone (also spelled Finkbohn) in Darke County, Ohio.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
There’s an advertising slogan for cigarettes that says, “You’ve come a long way, baby” and this is surely true of cooking methods. In the early years of the 20th century the housewife chopped wood, fired the cook stove, baked bread and cooked – quite a contrast to microwave ovens. During the slack season on the farm, people “got up wood.” They cut down dead trees, thinned the woods, and used down timber. By this time gasoline sawmills were used, but making firewood was a hard job.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Elementary School
I started to school in September 1924. There was no kindergarten then, no school buses. The 1st Grade had a room to themselves but most rooms had 2 grades in them. There were no lay teachers – the school was run entirely by sisters. They were the Franciscans of Perpetual Adoration and the mother house was in La Crosse, Wisconsin.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Elementary School
I started to school in September 1924. There was no kindergarten then, no school buses. The 1st Grade had a room to themselves but most rooms had 2 grades in them. There were no lay teachers – the school was run entirely by sisters. They were the Franciscans of Perpetual Adoration and the mother house was in La Crosse, Wisconsin.
Sometimes you have some odds and ends left over from a project. This can be something you cooked or something you made. Here is an example of using the cut off parts of a quilt I made a few years ago for a cousin’s grandbaby.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Horses in everyday life
When we lived at the Bruegenhempke Place (which was a farm owned by Grandpa Wellman – the house was a log house covered with white siding) Grandpa always drove over with the team hitched to a farm wagon or the spring wagon as it was called. When there was a lot of snow in the winter, he would hook up the bob sled. I remember one horse was called Prince and sometimes Grandpa would ride him. He enjoyed riding horseback. Farming was done with horses and everybody raised hay.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Horses in everyday life
When we lived at the Bruegenhempke Place (which was a farm owned by Grandpa Wellman – the house was a log house covered with white siding) Grandpa always drove over with the team hitched to a farm wagon or the spring wagon as it was called. When there was a lot of snow in the winter, he would hook up the bob sled. I remember one horse was called Prince and sometimes Grandpa would ride him. He enjoyed riding horseback. Farming was done with horses and everybody raised hay.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Automobiles
Since I was born on October 23, 1917, the automobile and airplane share my infancy. I remember when there were more horses with wagons or buggies around the square in West Point than there were automobiles.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Automobiles
Since I was born on October 23, 1917, the automobile and airplane share my infancy. I remember when there were more horses with wagons or buggies around the square in West Point than there were automobiles.