Monday, February 13, 2012
My Mother's Doll
Friday, January 20, 2012
The Big Thaw - the end of Snowzilla
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Snowy Feathered Friends
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Happy Birthday Mom
Snowzilla Reprise
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Snowzilla
Out of my window I can see. . .well, I actually went outside for the photos so there wouldn't be the glass distortions. It's really fun that these appear to be almost "black and white" photos, but they are not.
The birds are eating food like crazy. The humming birds are as cute as ever. Happy snow day!
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Life's Voyage

Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Under the Sea - more photos
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Under The Sea
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Old Wisconsin Winter
Monday, May 30, 2011
Poem for Nathaniel Healy (1785-1841)
While I have found the graves of MANY relatives, the burial site of Nathaniel (1841) and his wife, Jane Tabor (who died in 1870), both of whom died in Topsham, VT, remain elusive.
My Father’s Gone
Thou art dear, little spot, Oh to me thou art dear
For the ashes your bosom contains
Though no willow is placed to shed the soft tear
On the sod o’er my Father’s remains.
Though no Parian marble encircles the spot
Though no ivy entwines o’er the tomb
Still the grave of My father shall never be forgot
While the wild flowers remember to bloom
The leaf that I plucked from the grave where it grew
Is now withered, forever decayed;
So my Father has gone! But affection most true
Shall remember the spot where he’s laid
And Oh may I walk in the steps that he trod
While o’er life’s troubled ocean I roam:
With religion to cheer me I’ll look to my God
And to Heavenward I’ll look for a home.
When this last scene of life shall be acted and o’er
When the cares of existence are riven
When I leave this rough region to wander no more
May I meet my dear Father in Heaven.
R ---
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Echternach, Luxembourg in WWI
My great-Uncle George Sherwood sent the postcard above to his Aunt Nellie (Eva Irene Richardson) Thompson while he was in France. On the back of this photo he wrote:Thursday, February 24, 2011
WEATHER CHANGES THREATEN DISASTER

Oh, wait, that was 1955 - the world should have ended in 1975. I had to laugh when I found this in my parents "stuff" to go through. I hear echos of Chicken Little in the background. And we have four years, eleven months and two days for Al Gore's prediction of saving the earth from scorching -- and there is tons of snow all over the Puget Sound. No matter how things change, they do seem to stay the same.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Woodrow Wilson Writes to the Nation


Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Poem for Mother
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put his arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes I watched you
And saw you pass away;
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the best.
With love from your daughter, Venca
Sunday, January 02, 2011
In Memory of Myrtilla Delaney Gilmore Thompson

Dear Auntie,
I wish I was well enough so mama could come and see you this summer, but as it is now I don’t know what we should do if she was not here. I can fritter around and do a little work part of the time and then some of the time I can’t, while if mama was gone, I would have all of the regular housework to do, and you know July and August are our very busiest months with the fruit and melons. Papa has in about 2 ½ A (acres) of melons this year and they are doing finely. Our strawberries will be ripe in at least two weeks now and probably some before then. We will have new potatoes in two weeks and are going to have beet greens this week someday. Have turnips 1 ½ and 2 inches through and our spinach is nearly ready to use. Have had radishes for a month or six weeks.
I have a snow-ball bush that has 47 great big snow-balls out in full bloom and just beside it is a peony all in bloom. It is a deep scarlet.
The Christian Church is just a short distance from our place and they are holding protracted meetings there so on the evening of my birthday, as it was very warm and pleasant, papa took me to church. It was the first time I had been in nearly 6 months.
I must close with love,
Mertie
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This photo of Mertie, Myrtilla, is the only one that I have which can definitely be attached to her. Myrtilla only lived until August of 1902 so this letter was likely written late spring or early summer beforethat when she was already ill. Myrtilla apparently taught school in the Palouse. She became ill and died when she was only 20.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Miles City Utah Train Station in Winter

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
Snowbound in the Cascades

1924 Delvan, Wisconsin
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Heading for the Salt Mines & First Date

In March of 1967 our family moved to Wiesbaden, Germany for two and a half years. I left in August of 1969 to head to college and my family got to return to the US in October of 1969 aboard the SS United States. That was a trip I wished I could have made too, but I get ahead of myself. Right after we arrived in January of 1967 Dad took us all to Garmish. He had moved there a few months earlier until we could get housing and so he had scoped out things to do. He also clearly stated that "WE are not going to be like those stupid Americans who come here and never leave the base unless they have to. We are going to see Europe". And we did. Boy did we. In fact by the time I left in 1969 I thought that if I NEVER saw another cathedral, castle or museum it would be too soon. Every spare moment we were visiting new places, people and events. It was a great high school experience and I loved it.Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Hunting for Winter Quarters, Utah
My husband and I flew to Salt Lake City to visit relatives and planned to visit the "ghost towns" where my great uncle and great aunt and family lived between 1913 and 1924 or so. These have such charming names as Tucker, Gilluly, Soldier Summit, Castle Gate, Helper, Rains and Winter Quarters. I have a drawing of part of Tucker done by my great-grandmother and she waited for the birth of her first grand-daughter Margaret. The drawing shows the house, cellar, nearby church, hills, railroad and creek and I had had such hopes of being able to find a foundation or two and perhaps match up the drawing with the terrain. Alas, what is left of Tucker is now buried under a vastly improved road. We didn't have time to find the little cemetery that is supposed to be on the hill on the other side of the highway, but sometime hope to see if there is a little headstone for a cousin Ruby who was either stillborn or only lived a short while. So, Tucker was buried, Gilluly was only a sign along the highway with not so much as a hole in the ground to give perspective. Soldier Summit still survives with a gas station and a few houses, no longer the bustling train center it once was. We chatted with a local man who remembered Tucker and who said that the drawing looked very much like what he remembered. He told us about the museum at Helper and there we learned about the fact that all the houses at Castle Gate had been moved to land on the outskirts of Helper. So perhaps the homes of my relatives are now there, but there is no way to know which house might have been which. Castle Gate is now the coal source it was then, but fires an electric plant to keep us all warm, fed and on line with all our gadgets. I don't imagine Dora and George would recognize it now. Our last attempt, late in the day, was to find our way to Winter Quarters. Rains is now on private property and for all intents and purposes is not easily found. But we had hopes for Winter Quarters. We drove to Scofield, but then couldn't seem to find the road that was supposed to lead to Winter Quarters. As we were leaving later we saw a gas station, but by then it was too late. While there we didn't see anyone outside, driving around or otherwise available to ask for directions. So we gave up and headed back to Salt Lake. Over all it was a fun day, somewhat disappointing, but the autumn colors were spectacular and well worth the trip in and of themselves.
Later, at my second cousins house, we discovered a few photos of Winter Quarters. So while we didn't make it there this time, we have these old photos to share. This photo says that it is George Sherwood, Homer Lidell and Neil Carswell, Trackman. This was taken in December of 1920. The middle man looks like George, I'm guessing that Homer is on the left and Neil on the right. But am open to being corrected about that. The photo of the saloon at the top of this entry has instructions on the back. We are NOT to hyphenate Frank's last name because if you do it "sounds like something naughty." Wednesday, October 27, 2010
New Immigrants Fought for the Union
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
Welcome Home, Soldier. Well done!
Uncle George Stevens Sherwood came home from France and WWI in May of 1919. He arrived at home the first few days of June, and just missed the birth of his first nephew by a few days (to his sister's intense disappointment). Among the family letters I found this welcome home packet including the carnation (I think). But the real treasure in it are his dogtags and his list of the campaigns in which he played a part. The troops landed in New York, but then returned to their own headquarters area of which his was Chicago.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
A Successful Mom

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
What God Says to His Soldiers
This showed up in my parents things. Dad had apparently received it in 1973 and this was part of an open letter to service personnel from the Wesleyan church written by David L. Keith, Director of Servicemen's Ministries. I don't know if he wrote this or not, but the scan is what was written. I thought this was well done. It speaks to me at this time, knowing that both parents have joined the Last Post and are waiting for the Grand Review.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Obituary for Bernadine Tangen Weber

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
Wonewoc, Wisconsin
It is so fun to come across postcards of familiar places though not from a familiar time. This post card was written from George Sherwood to his parents in 1916. This was before he enlisted in the army during WWI and I believe at this time he was attending college in Appleton, Wisconsin but this card was written in mid-August so he must have been making money to continue in school. It sounds like he was working at a camp and had someting to do with boats. He was apparently having a good time. I'm not sure why he sent the card that had a photo of Wonewoc, but this was his choice!I love the buggy and the pedestrians frozen in time -- almost 94 years ago.



