The “Wolff” genealogy shows that the Jacob I. Wolff family were members of the Round Grove (U.B.) Church in Farmington Township, Republic County after moving from Iowa by train when this writer’s mother was a baby. Our family were also faithful members of this church located about six miles from our farm home and attended regularly.
Do any readers remember this small white church located two miles West from the Washington-Republic County Line and on the southwest corner of Highway 36 that was redone in the mid-40s? New Highway 36 was located three miles south of the old highway and no longer went through the town of Haddam.
There are not a lot of memories of church activities for this child other than the teasing in Sunday school class by two brothers who were a year or two older. Mother was this church's treasurer for more than 40 years. She would have counted with someone at the church the weekly collection and brought it home in a bag.
Later under the watchful eye of this little girl, she would recount the money and write her records. As she did this, she would talk about how one needed to be extremely careful when handling money that belonged to someone else and how important it was to become an honest and trustworthy person. Her lessons were well learned as it was the beginning of this Kansas citizen following her teachings.
It is remembered that sometimes it was difficult to travel the narrow dirt country roads to church and one Sunday after a hard rain, there were very muddy places on the road. The old car with its narrow wheels was having trouble not getting stuck.
It must have been a very special Sunday service as Mother and sister Gladys were dressed in their Sunday best and taking food for a dinner at the church. A short way from home, the car did get stuck and would not budge another foot. Father and Gladys got out to observe the mess.
When he said, “I guess we don’t go any further today,” this writer still remembers the image of Gladys walking to the side of the road and sitting on some grass. She covered her face with her gloved hands and cried. Mother tried to console her that others would not be able to attend also but that only brought more tears.
As this was happening, Father quietly walked away toward home and after a short while returned with his team of work horses. He used them to pull the car from the muddy mire and to pull the car further to where the road was more solid. Father tied the horses to a roadside post saying they would be fine until the family returned on the way home. Muddy hands were washed from water in the ditches and we were on our way.
It still was not remembered well other than seeing how much our father cared when his child, my sister, was so terribly upset over not attending the special church activity. He was willing to walk back home over muddy terrain to get the rescue team of horses. In your “Windmill Memories,” can you remember any stronger love than that?
This type of parental caring and love was shown to us many times and in many ways by both our mother and father. It seemed to instill in the children in our family the need to please our parents by living by the examples that were set for us by the way they lived.