Sunday, December 26, 2010
Along with yesterday's photo of a train snowbound in the Cascades, I also came across another photo labled Miles City, Montana. I was able to confirm the location by other photos on the internet. I am not sure of the exact date of this photo, but believe it was probably in the 19 teens or 20's. The central woman in both of these train photos looks like the same person to me. Now if I can just figure out which relative it is!
A link to another photo showing the same station is http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~cacunithistories/Site%2520Graphics/Salmon_4.jpg&imgrefurl=http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~cacunithistories/63d_arty_cac.htm&usg=__dzmReiX6EFY3AmELfv4iGeViW5A=&h=300&w=560&sz=32&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=nIHgkhFaQ8cvjM:&tbnh=111&tbnw=208&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmiles%2Bcity%2Bmontana%2Btrain%2Bstation%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26gl%3Dus%26biw%3D851%26bih%3D473%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=337&vpy=214&dur=31&hovh=164&hovw=307&tx=153&ty=139&ei=Ge0XTauUKYiTnQettuDRDQ&oei=Ge0XTauUKYiTnQettuDRDQ&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=6&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Richard William Sherwood, my grandmother's grandfather, Enlisted in Co. E, 1st Wisconsin Heavy Artillery on August 19, 1864. He mustered out on June 5, 1865. Philip Weber, my grandfather's father, enlisted in Co. B, 17th Wiconsin Infantry. He was in from November of 1864 to July 29,1865.
Richard Sherwood had come to American from Kent County,England in 1851 when he was 21 years old. He was first married in England to Mary Ann Gulvin with whom he had seven children, and later in Wisconsin to her sister, Grace Gulvin, with whom he had three more. Philip Weber had come to America from Germany in 1853 when he was 22 years of age. He also had consecutive wives, Alberdian Doerning and Louise Retzloff and had four children with his first and seven with his second. Apparently there was slightly less risk to survival if you went off to war than if you were staying at home raising children (she says tongue-in-cheek).
These families converged when my grandmother Susan Sherwood, granddaugther of Richard, married Herman Weber, son of Philip Weber. They had a much smaller flock of only four children.
In both cases the pioneering families had come to American and had rented or bought farms in which they had invested much of their resources in the decade before they were called to serve their new country.
They must have seen something worth preserving when they looked at the civil war tearing at the fabric of their adopted homeland. Each of them answered the call. Fortunately both lived to turn their swords back into plowshares and lived long lives, surrounded by family in the green, rolling hills of Monroe and Juneau counties in wonderful Wisconsin.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Her teacher wrote -- "Beautiful! Wonderful ladvice from very loving and wise parents :-)"
What do you know, I actually am a successful parent!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Bernadine Adell Tangen Weber passed away a month ago on June 11, 2010 at her home in Happy Valley, Oregon. She was the eldest of six children born to Ole O and Kathryn M (Vandervort) Tangen. Ole had a farming homestead in North Dakota and Kathryn was the local school marm. They married and began their life in the Dakotas, but returned to Hanlontown, Iowa to help the paternal grandparents on their farm where Bernadine was born on January 18, 1923. Her parents worked on the family farm and after Ole’s father passed away later rented farms in several communities in Wisconsin. Ole’s mother lived with them for many years and Bernadine loved her very much.
Bernadine met her husband, Robert “Bob” Sherwood Weber, at church in the little town of Kendall, Wisconsin and they became interested in each other after Kathryn Tangen, asked her daughter to give that “nice Weber boy” a piece of cake that she had brought down for the kids at camp. While Bernadine and Bob were both born the same year, Bernadine had started school at four years of age while Bob started school at six. They were two years apart in school and when she graduated from high school and although he still had two years to go, they became secretly engaged. They were formally engaged when he graduated from high school two years later in May of 1942 and then World War II interfered with their marriage plans. Bob joined the Army Air Corps training to be a pilot. Cadets at that time could not be married but two years later, however, when married men were being allowed to join, single men were allowed to get married and Bernadine took a train from Portland, Oregon to Monroe, Louisiana where there were married on June 17, 1944. A couple of months later, and when Bob was to deploy to England, he became very ill with sleeping sickness. By the time he was well enough to head overseas, the war was coming to an end. They left the military and moved to a small town outside Portland, Oregon. They remained there until Jan 1953 when during the Korean Conflict, Bob again joined the Air Force. The family moved frequently and lived in California, South Dakota, Texas, Mississippi, Washington, & Oregon. They were stationed in Wiesbaden, Germany for three years. Through all the transfers and upheaval, Bernadine maintained a secure and loving home for the family. She loved to spend time drinking coffee and chatting with friends and was known for her great hospitality and ability to bake and decorate cakes. She gladly and always welcomed her children’s friends into her home whether high school, college or as adults.
When Bob retired from the military and after he built their home in Portland, Oregon, he began working as a State Farm Insurance Agent and Bernadine again carried her share of the load by being the bookkeeper/accountant for the business. Bernadine had an avid interest in family history and took great pains to compile a significant family tree for her Tangen relatives and was very active in the family Tangen reunions held every three years.
Mom was a terrific mom, always loving and caring. We miss you very much and no one can ever take your place. We look forward to seeing you again when our turn comes to cross the river Jordan. Thanks for being such a great person and thanks for living your faith in God so that we could see first hand how loving the Creator of all is and why we are so blessed that God the Son came and died for our sins. We can never repay you for the love and care we experience and for your faithfulness to God and to our family.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I love the buggy and the pedestrians frozen in time -- almost 94 years ago.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Lines by Nathaniel Healy
When people to their end are brought
And hope of life forsakes them
If reason hold they’ll stretch a thought
Where death will likely take them..
As hope or fear preponderate
So they drew their conclusion
And hence from reason form their faith
Or else from strong delusion.
The curious world do eager wait
To catch their last expression
And argue thence their final state
On their death bed profession.
But if this dogma prove correct
Which common sense would distance
Infallible ‘Twould prove each set
That ever had existence.
For any age where was the sect
But died with [faith] unshaken
And were their systems all correct
Or else were all mistaken.
They each have persecution caught
Or of it have partaken
From worshipper of Juggernaut
Down to the humble Quaker.
They have been tortured, burned or maimed
And hanged and whipped and banished
Yet of their faith were not ashamed
And every fear had vanished
With facts like these before my eyes
I’ve come to this decision
That all we know beyond this state
We’ve learned from tradition
If any should my faith inquire
When I in death shall falter
I think if reason doth remain
My faith will never alter.
I have a hope of future life
And think all will enjoy it
But know not when or how or where
Or how we shall employ it.
I think that Pain, Disease and Death
By which we are amazed
Were all created here in time
Of course must be destroyed.
When we immortal shall be raised
And changed to incorruption
Our happiness will be complete
And know no interruption.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Fifty years have come and vanished
Gliding down life’s turbid stream
With their changeful lights and shadows
Seeming almost like a dream.
Fifty years when looking forward
At the time how long it seems
Fifty years when looking backwards
Vanished like a dream of dreams.
Very beautiful the mornings
When the suns first ray of light
Wakens all the earth to gladness
With a radiance pure and bright.
But the time that speaketh ever
To our hearts with matchless power
Is when gazing on the splendor
Of the golden sunset hour.
Spring with tender leaves and blossoms
Is an ever welcome guest
And we sometimes almost fancy
That we love her coming best
But we know the year’s best treasures
Come to us in after days
When we garner up the harvest
In the Autumn’s golden days
And we thank our Heavenly Father
With a grateful heart today
That so much of joy and blessing
Has been yours along the way.
Fifty years of life together
In the sunshine and the rain
May the chain so long unbroken
Many added links obtain.
Mrs. Julia (Whitcher)Richardson
(Sister-in-law of Rosina Jane Stevens & wife of her brother Nathaniel Healy Richardson)
Interestingly, on the back of this two page poem with faded velvet ribbon, is another little section which says "last verse". Apparently the idea was not to add any sense of the inevitable end to this marriage and so cast a pall on the festivities of the day. The final section reads and is in a different handwriting ~
And the faithful strong affection
That hath made your life so bright.
Shall go with you to that country
Where there iso pain nor night.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Dear Precious little Grand-daughter,
Grandfather found this lovely five -leaf clover and two others in the pasture north of the cow barn on the old Wisconsin Farm on your Great Grandfather Sherwood's ninety-third birthday anniversary (Aug 28th) and then we both went down in the pasture and dug up the plant and found that it had another five lobed leaf and four four-lobed leaves. I planned to plant it the next day on your little brother's birthday anniversary (Aug 29th) but was not quite sure just where would be the best place and also did not have time. Thought surely I would get it planted on your birthday anniversary but unexpected things came up to delay even getting this written, though my thoughts and prayers were with you all the day and I kept singing and humming "That Little Girl (Boy) of Mine."
All the dear, cute interesting things which Ronald does make me ache realizing how much we are missing of the dear, cute, interesting things which you are doing at your age, and how much we are missing of you as an individual, our own precious little Grand-daughter.
We so long to see you and hold you in our arms and be with you and have you here on the Old Wisconsin Farm and we hope and pray that it shall be possible next summer for all of you out there to come and see us all here and you and Ronald play together and all of you get acquainted with Ronald's little sister or brother.
Lovingly and prayerfully, Special Birthday Hugs and Kisses
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The week started off just as usual. Last year one of our daughters had stayed down there for nearly six months and had spent a great deal of time helping out in the prayer garden. I took some photos for her so she could see how nice it was looking. When I had free time I looked for unusual birds in the garden as well.
After breakfast and Sala we headed off to our respective activities of the morning. At break-time we noticed that there was a lot more water than usual running down the road, but didn't think too much about it. But as we arrived at break the news was spreading "Go, Pack!" "We are evacuating." We were throwing stuff into suitcases, rolling up sleeping bags and grabbing pillows and toiletries and then even bigger news came. "Never mind, we can't leave, the bridge is out." This was an interesting idea since there is only one bridge. How badly was it out? What did that mean exactly??? But then we realized that there was even more excitement coming and there was no time now to worry about the bridge. Our worrying was closer at hand! Not only had it rained hard where we were, it had rained hard in the hills. (We found out later there were three feet of snow in the moutains to the east.) And now we were dealing with flash flooding. All of a sudden we were getting organized to put some real effort out to keep the Casa's (orphanage homes) from getting flooded. The office was already flooded a bit and part of the elementary school. So we all started trying to help out. At first it was a bit comical as there was not a central leader stating what everyone should be doing, but slowly those who could lead did and got us fairly organized. For the next few hours we were racing the water. The mission staff took their responsibilities seriously and important things like making sure fresh water was sealed off from the run off was taken care of. They also found us supplies or sent us off to locate them in the warehouse.
By evening the water had started to recede and the worst news was that we could not take showers. In the grande scheme of things that's not really the worst thing that could happen, but since I had been planning an afternoon shower on Thursday, which would have been my second one since Sunday morning, that was a bit of a blow. And we were a mess, all of us. We had been walking around in nearly knee high water with who knows what all floating around in it for hours. When I pealed those socks off, they went straight into the trash. There was not even any point in attempting to get them clean.
And here we are sloping down toward what would have been the river bed a few days before. We waved out the windows and called "Gracias!" as we finally started for home.