Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Judy's posting of Pinnochio stirred another memory for me and so I thought it might be a good time to share. As you may all remember, this was one of Dwight's least favorite books/songs. A few years ago, he surprised me with the book that he had hunted down in a book store somewhere in New York and it came in time for my birthday. It is difficult to express the emotions I felt as I opened a brown paper wrapped package (hmmm - plain brown wrapper!) that Dwight brought to my home. What incredible memories came floating back and what a great peace offering for the years of teasing and "picking on this little kid". I have included the music and the words to Dear Moon, just in case any of you want to sing it. This book kept me company when I was so sick - the record was played over and over again until I probably drove some of you absolutely crazy (and I think it somehow mysteriously disappeared/got broken/ or more likely could no longer be played).
Dwight did not have extra money while in high school. Yet when he went on a trip with the FFA, I think this time it was St. Louis (1946-49), he brought back this precious book of Pinocchio. The copyright date is 1940 and the Walt Disney illustrations reflect that period. How we loved this book, to read the story, look at the pictures and to remember the giver.
Front row, Julian Sorensen, Neal House, Steve Blood, Newell Sorensen, Gail Sorensen, Ann Blood. Might have been a watermelon day? Whose car in the background? Click on this photo to enlarge it to get the (somewhat fuzzy) details.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
These pictures of the 1919 Good Roads Day add to the panoramic picture that we have. In the top picture, it looks like the women worked right alongside the men - then they put on the big dinner at the church house. In the bottom picture, you can see Grandpa Wasden with the team of horses. I don't suppose that the roads were all that wonderful when they were all finished? But, it was a great community effort for the little village of Penrose, Wyoming
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Because we are getting to know our Krajicek ancestors just a little better through the blog, I thought this little piece of their family history might be interesting for those who have never heard this story.
From letter of Rose Krajicek Allgeier in Round Robin,
Back to bygone years. When Mother and Father were building the sod house on the claim, they went to Pine Ridge across the
Henry was about 6 months old and we had to take care of him. Mother had gone the three quarters of a mile to Mrs. Schultz’s and Lou was using the little ax to loosen the bark. We had Henry sitting by and like a baby he had to help, so he reached over and his little finger mixed with the ax.
We were all frantic. Lou picked him up and ran all the way to Mother. Mrs. Schultz chewed snuff, I guess or tobacco. Anyway she grabbed chunk of the stuff from her mouth and bound it to the little finger. It grew together in no time, but Henry always had that broken finger nail.
We hauled our water from the
Father decided he would try digging a well; it was in a draw where it was very rocky. The farther down he dug the more rocks we found. To us it was fun finding all those pretty rocks; however that was all he did find; even if he had dug through to
That first summer we raised some wheat and in the fall had a threshing crew at the farm. All the farmers wives were very wonderful in bringing foodstuffs and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves even with all the work there was to be done. The wheat was stored in one end of the house until Father bought some sacks.
Father and Mother were ardent and beautiful dancers and of course, they had to take us along, all riding in the wagon box on some straw. Those of you who have read “The Virginian” will have a good picture of everybody’s kids being packed on the floor of one room to bed, while the parents enjoyed the dancing.
I remember the old covered wagon in which we moved out from
Stanley, Lou and I started to school that fall. We had three miles to walk. Didn’t seem to think much about it as walking went. It wasn’t Kindergarten stuff, it was first grade. You had to be smart in those days. Father and Mother had taught us the “
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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Was this Pet or was it Babe? I certainly didn't get a very good angle on the horse.
Friday, April 18, 2008
So I would like to offer warmest congratulations to our mother! This was a lifetime achievement. You finished what you started so many years ago. Let's have cake and ice cream with lots of strawberries on top!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
This picture shows Dad and me laboring to put together the picture we made together in 1991. Dad drew the picture off of a tapestry that grandson Ron Blood had sent them from Vienna in the late 1970's. He wasn't happy with his drawing, so I took it and added a bit more to it, and had the Ozalid copies made for him for Christmas. My gift became a real gift, because he insisted that we make the picture together. I did the left half and he did the right. We actually each made two large sections, and when we tried to put the four together, it was quite a task - sort of like sewing together all sorts of bias pieces. (You sewers will understand that kind of talk.) This shop area was at the front of his two-car garage. In order to heat it a little more efficiently, he installed a large canvas drop between the car and pickup and his work area. He had veneer stacked all over - in the cupboard in the back, the shelves behind us, and the shelves under the bench we were working on. You can also see the old press behind us. The new Delta multiple speed scroll saw was there, as well as the Hegner. He had a little electric heater, but it was still pretty chilly working there. We completed the picture by the middle of March. We spent some very precious time working together - especially since it was that fall that he and Elna decided to move back to Cody.
One other thing about this picture. Dad decided that I should be the keeper of it, since it fit exactly over my piano. However, he really let me know later that he would like to have it after all. Ron solved the problem by taking the picture (59" x 29") to a professional photographer in Olympia, who made an exact copy, had it mounted on a sturdy board, and we presented that to Dad at Cody. He was tickled with it. When he died, I decided the copy should go to nephew Ron Blood, whose tapestry began the whole thing. The original hangs in my living room. The history of it is woodburned on the back.