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Before I begin this week’s story, I must correct the error I made in Dad’s story last week.  My computer spell check did not know that Dad’s favorite phrase was “Dag nab it” not Gag nab it! Sorry for the typo!

Yesterday was Father’s Day when we recognize and honor fathers in our world.  When I was born, my dad was six months from being 50 years of age in   October 1929 when the markets crashed and the “Great Depression” was here.

A shopping trip to Fairbury was about the same as going to Belleville except we went Northeast instead of Southwest.  Getting car sick was the same both ways.

Because of Mother’s huge garden and the orchard of fruit trees on our farm, it was not necessary to make frequent trips for shopping.  When it was necessary to buy some items, the two towns most often visited were Belleville, or Fairbury, Neb.  This child dreaded the words “we need to go to …

It has been a long winter, made to seem longer by fearing coronavirus spreading throughout our country and into our home state of Kansas.  We have learned ‘stay in shelter’, ‘social distancing’, and need to ‘wear masks.’

Mom’s garden was full of good vegetables and had a row of large rhubarb plants along one side.  She spent many hours hoeing and pulling weeds as this garden was part of basic survival for the family during the Depression years.  Little help was available to her as both Leonard and Gladys had…

Earlier I wrote of being six months old when the Stock Market crashed in October 1929.  Since I was raised during that Great Depression, I plan on writing the next two weekly columns about those earlier years and how our family worked together for survival.

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Living on a nearly isolated farm in the early 30s has no comparison to farm homes that are seen today.  Those farms can be described as isolated because there were only 2 or 3 located on many sections of land and neighbors did not live close.

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There are not a lot of birthdays that are remembered in detail like the last birthday on the farm when this writer was “8”. We were preparing to move from the farm to Haddam, Kansas. There is some background needed before I write about the actual birthday.

My mother’s sisters have been mentioned in my columns because they were an important part of my part living on a Kansas farm during the Great Depression years. It is time for a short paragraph of family history.

As I write, we have been told to stay home as much as possible, maintain social distances, and practice good hygiene (we should not need that reminder) due to our health endangered by Coronavirus.  I see time each can do some projects that may have been waiting and I see families having some…

The farm home in which my first eight years were lived was surrounded by many trees and buildings.  Crops were planted close to the yard to have full harvests.  My Dad was a crop farmer and did not raise cattle or hogs other than what was necessary to provide milk and meat for food.

When summer returned, the hot Kansas sun and the ever present wind would bring some complaining from adults.  This little girl loved playing outside using her imagination skills.  I would take small tree branches to make the outline of walls of a house and use shorter branches to make door o…

The Great Depression began with the Stock Market Crash in October 1929, six months after this writer entered the family.  Sister Gladys wrote that as a baby, she did much of my care because she loved doing it.  If I cried at night, she was the one who held me in a rocking chair and in later …

The signs of spring arriving bring an artificial burst of energy to this flower lover.  There are illusions of grandeur when imagining what explosions of beauty will happen in my yard.  Then it is remembered how many hours of pulling water grass and weeds were necessary just to keep ahead of…

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What could be more perfect than a ride in the country on a cold winter Sunday afternoon?  The Kansas sun is bright in the sky and the roads are clear with only remnants of the last winter snow remaining in the ditches and the rows of corn stubble in the fields.  The image of a clear powder-b…

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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 …

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Telling you the stories that are  “Windmill Memories” in this column will be as remembered by the writer; however, there are some memories of the family enjoying telling incidents that happened to the writer much too early in  her life for personal recall.

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The Holiday Season has come and gone!  All the planning by parents plus all the desires of children and others may or may not have been met.  This writer wonders if Christmas traditions that were so very important  as a very young farm girl surrounded by the love of many close family relativ…

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When you see a windmill against the background of an azure blue Kansas sky with floating wisps of white clouds drifting lazily in that sky, does it ever remind you of a special memory or two?  The memories that this writer recalls being awakened by that image are numerous – some hilariously …