My parents had 4 children under 6 years old - a boy named Cyrell, sister Jane, brother Martin and sister Vivian - before we moved to Granton. We kids all spent our winter in
Dad would take us to school in the sleigh when it was too cold to walk the mile and a half to the one room schoolhouse. The school had a wood heater for warmth and the teacher would put a kettle of bean soup on top of it so we could have hot soup for lunch with our cold sandwiches. Those sandwiches were made with homemade bread that Ma baked and were filled sometimes with corn syrup and sometimes with peanut butter from the store.
All of us kids grew up and graduated from 8th. grade. We had to go to
When I was 10 years old I went to the Neilsville hospital to have my tonsils and adnoids out and had to stay one night. Dr. Rath from Granton was my doctor.
I was 12 years old when I was confirmed in
When I was 14 years old, I worked for Paul Garbish and they took me with their family to the Clark County Fair. There at the fair they gave airplane rides and they let me ride with one of their kids. It was my first ride in a plane. The pilot saw that I was afraid, and the family watched the plane go up. The pilot did all kinds of dips and curves, and when I screamed, he laughed and did some more. I thanked him for the ride. All the people wondered why he was doing that in the air. I almost fainted when we got out. I didn’t have another plane ride until June of 1969 when I flew with Donna to
Grandpa Adler would bring a large bag of peanuts in the shells for all of us at Christmas. No gifts or cash. Dad would go to the tree farm and get a tree to put up on Christmas Eve. We all got pencils or something like an apple for Christmas. There were no lights on the tree, but maybe some candles. Then Dad would stand and watch it in case the candles got too close to the needles and the tree would catch fire.
Well, that's all for this time. Things were sure different in the "old" days, weren't they?
JB
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