It’s been so much fun to dig through the pictures. I found a couple of great ones with Walt’s Grandma Link this time. Lizzie was born April 2, 1890.
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Posts about West Point, and its inhabitants.
W.J. Link (Walt’s grandfather) did a lot of different jobs, threshing, pulling stumps, laying drain tile and drilling wells over the years. We found a couple of pictures in the latest batch that show some of his worksites.
The Midwest Old Threshers Reunion in Mount Pleasant has been an event since 1950. I found a couple of pictures from the 1966 event in Georgie’s photos.
Cletus “Clip” Freitag was born on September 16, 1914 in Lee County, Iowa. His parents were William Henry Freitag and Catherine Bernadine Menke.
This weekend is the West Point Sweet Corn Festival! Sadly, I won’t be able to get back for it, but the Sweet Corn Festival holds a lot of fond memories, not just for my family but for just about everyone in the area.
We had been designated the family historians and had spent many a delightful weekend going through pictures and slides with Georgie, recording stories and enjoying our time with her. When Georgie died, we spent many weekends with Walt’s brothers going through all the items in the house.
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.
Traveling salesmen and gypsies
North of the house, down in a draw, an old man, Marian Reif, had built a one room cabin. Some of the walls were sides of the draw. He had come to my Grandpa’s. I can’t remember if he was selling something or just a vagrant. He lived there a year or two anyway – had some chickens. I suppose Grandpa gave him milk and meat. I think he had a garden. I know my mother gave him food sometimes. He got sick finally and couldn’t stay alone anymore and the went to the county home where we went to see him once. When he died he was buried in the Summitville Church Cemetery.
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.
Traveling salesmen and gypsies
North of the house, down in a draw, an old man, Marian Reif, had built a one room cabin. Some of the walls were sides of the draw. He had come to my Grandpa’s. I can’t remember if he was selling something or just a vagrant. He lived there a year or two anyway – had some chickens. I suppose Grandpa gave him milk and meat. I think he had a garden. I know my mother gave him food sometimes. He got sick finally and couldn’t stay alone anymore and the went to the county home where we went to see him once. When he died he was buried in the Summitville Church Cemetery.
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.
Company and Cousins
We enjoyed having company overnight. Sometimes they would stay a few days in bad weather, when there was some school activity in the evening and the time when Uncle Ben broke his leg getting up wood and when their little brother, Donald, was sick with pneumonia. He died (March 24, 1929), was buried on a Sunday, which saddened us all. On March 11, 1932, our little brother, Arthur, died of pneumonia which was also heartbreaking. (Read more about Arthur here.)
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.
Company and Cousins
We enjoyed having company overnight. Sometimes they would stay a few days in bad weather, when there was some school activity in the evening and the time when Uncle Ben broke his leg getting up wood and when their little brother, Donald, was sick with pneumonia. He died (March 24, 1929), was buried on a Sunday, which saddened us all. On March 11, 1932, our little brother, Arthur, died of pneumonia which was also heartbreaking. (Read more about Arthur here.)
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.
Grandpa Wellman
My mother often spoke of her parents’ early days in the United States and I hardly listened to my regret. I think my Grandfather Wellman came to New Orleans and then up the Mississippi. I don’t know if he came by train from St. Louis or how that was. He came to Fort Madison and went to work up in Green Bay (near Wever) for a family named Lange. He learned English after he came to this country, spoke with a German accent and was much more comfortable in German of course. My Grandmother Catherine Krumpelman Wellman came later and went to stay with some cousins named Rhinehardt in Nauvoo, Ill. When my grandparents married, they rented a farm west of West Point where their first child, Uncle Ben, was born. When the second child, Uncle George, was born in August 1888, Grandpa had gone to the mill when Grandma went into labor. She took Uncle Ben and walked to the Kaltefleiter place (now Gary Fedler’s) and had Uncle George there. Shortly after that they moved to what we called the Schumaker place (now Albert Neuweg’s) where my mother was born April 2, 1890. They lived there until 1915 or 1916 – about the time my folks were married. My grandmother died while they lived there, 1904, also my Uncle Frank, in 1896, a child of 4.
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.
Grandpa Wellman
My mother often spoke of her parents’ early days in the United States and I hardly listened to my regret. I think my Grandfather Wellman came to New Orleans and then up the Mississippi. I don’t know if he came by train from St. Louis or how that was. He came to Fort Madison and went to work up in Green Bay (near Wever) for a family named Lange. He learned English after he came to this country, spoke with a German accent and was much more comfortable in German of course. My Grandmother Catherine Krumpelman Wellman came later and went to stay with some cousins named Rhinehardt in Nauvoo, Ill. When my grandparents married, they rented a farm west of West Point where their first child, Uncle Ben, was born. When the second child, Uncle George, was born in August 1888, Grandpa had gone to the mill when Grandma went into labor. She took Uncle Ben and walked to the Kaltefleiter place (now Gary Fedler’s) and had Uncle George there. Shortly after that they moved to what we called the Schumaker place (now Albert Neuweg’s) where my mother was born April 2, 1890. They lived there until 1915 or 1916 – about the time my folks were married. My grandmother died while they lived there, 1904, also my Uncle Frank, in 1896, a child of 4.