Mid-Life Crisis

Ernie and Me

The whole story of our front-row seats is here. I figured if I paid the tickets and took most of the pictures of Andrew with the various quartet members, I could get one with Ernie!

Mother-In-Law

Today is the thirtieth anniversary of my mother-in-law's unexpected death. She left behind her husband and ten children ages 14-28 at the time.

I never met her and have often wondered about her.

She shares a number of uncanny similarities with my own mother. They have the same middle name, and their first names are variations of the same name. They both obtained masters degrees, and both taught school. Each married in March of her 27th year, and had her first child (a daughter) in December, followed by her second child (a son) the following December.

I feel a kinship with her in that she too moved to the community where her husband grew up, and made it her town as well. Once Mike showed me the cleaners where she took her clothes. I could see her running errands around town just like I do. Several people have filled in details. A man at our church was a teenage bagger at the A&P at the time, and said he bagged her groceries on a daily basis. (Ten kids, a lot of food.)

With that many children she certainly had her moments, and since she's like the rest of us she certainly wouldn't have been perfect. But she has been greatly missed both by those who knew her and those who never did. I look forward to meeting her one day.

A Job Well Done

Tonight was a "last" for my daughter. Since she leaves for college in three weeks, this was her last 2nd Sunday night of the month to work in the church nursery.

She has faithfully worked in the nursery for many years. Before she was a teenager, she was only allowed to work with me, but as soon as she reached the minimum age, she began to work with other people. And she has stuck by the stuff. This picture is one of my favorites of her - it is from a couple of years ago - it actually isn't in the nursery but is of her helping with some nursery children in the back of a program of some sort, and is taken with a very sweet little girl that we know.

I am proud of my daughter for her faithfulness in doing a job that some people would rather not do. She has done very well and she will be missed in that post.

Ups and Downs - Offspring Edition

UP: Both offspring are home again.

DOWN: Both being home again means more commotion, more coming in later at night (which means less sleep), more laundry, cleaning, etc.

UP: Both can do a good bit of their own work.

DOWN: When both offspring are home, food literally evaporates from my pantry and refrigerator.

UP: There are three grocery stores very close by. :-)

Sewing

Sewing machines and I have never gotten along.

As a teenager, I used to try to sew on Mom's machine, and most of the time it was an exercise in frustration. Mom says that after I was gone from home, she discovered it was a problem with the tension on the machine, but with me behind the "wheel" it probably still wouldn't have worked right. I still would have had "tension" with it!

Now I have a machine of my own, a nice Singer, which I got at a yard sale about six or seven years ago, along with a lovely cabinet and upholstered rolling chair, by flashing $100 cash in front of the lady who wanted $150. It really is a great machine. My daughter sews beautifully on it. My mother, who was here last week, sews beautifully on it, repairing a blanket for my son with little to no effort.

I tried to make a skirt yesterday. I had to re-do all the seams because the first time something wasn't set right and they were all loose. The bobbin kept catching and not working right, so I finally unwound and re-wound it.

You'd think I'd just quit. But there's something that always draws me back to trying to sew things. As creative as it is, maybe in my case there's some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy of failure that keeps pulling me back.

Grandma Hemmer

Today would be my Grandma Hemmer's birthday. She lived a difficult yet interesting and rewarding life. Yesterday my mom sent out the following reflections as an email to her children and grandchildren. I thought it was interesting enough to post here. Even if you didn't know my grandmother, it's a very interesting record of life in central Illinois in the early 1900s.
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Tomorrow is Grandma Hemmer's birthday and she would be 108 years since she was born in 1901. She was exactly five months older than her husband Max, born January 2 in 1902. I recall her talking about her first automobile ride when visitors to their neighbor owned a car. Her father, Christian Martin, died in his late forties and I think they had a car before that. I think when a horse and buggy approached, the car had to stop lest the horses get frightened.
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She married Max Hemmer in February of 1928 and moved into a new home that he built for her (the house Chuck and Marian had in Princeville). She had an electric stove and folks thought she couldn't keep house without the traditional wood/coal burning cook stove of the day. She also had an electric refrigerator, not the usual icebox. Uncle Jack said that Max was highly successful during his short time in business. I remember her electric stove beside the cookstove in Grandma Martin's kitchen.

Her husband lost his life in 1930, the time of the Great Depression. No government funds for a widow were available so she moved in with her mother and single sisters. I was told that the day after the funeral she moved her things, some upstairs to a storeroom and some to Grandma Martin's, to prepare the house for renters, who incidentally didn't pay her the rent they owed. Perhaps they couldn't then, but they could have later on. That was her source of income.
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Incidentally, my father didn't have a will so according to then Illinois law the house had to be sold (apparently our father had it paid for) and Mother was to get half and the children the other half. So the house was sold at auction in the courthouse and nobody showed up except Chris Hoerr, Sr., who bought the house for a dollar and promptly sold it back to Mother. Vater Hoerr (as he was called) came to outbid any other potential buyers to save the house for mother.
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Grandma Martin said that as long as she had food, we would have food and not one of us ever lacked for the things we needed. I think the aunts pretty much bought or made our clothes. Grandma's oldest sister (Anna, who died of a stroke in 1937 at age 39) was an accomplished seamstress and kept me in finery. Cousin Alice teased that she had everything going her way until I came along. At age eight, I well remember the details of Anna's death and funeral. She always had gifts for everyone at Christmas and her last year she gave me a much desired Dydee doll, one that actually wet her pants. How modern could we get?
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Knowing a father is a total vacuum to me, but truly the Lord provided well for us in other ways. You remember what a hard worker Grandma was--typical of the women of that day. She worked in the canning factory as foreman of the women--what a job that was. Then she cooked in a huge rest home/ maternity house for perhaps ten years. Stan Klopfenstein's journalist daughter Sonja wrote an article about that home in the Peoria newspaper. The pictures of that now private residence were familiar to me. And then for many years she cooked in the grade school cafeteria in Edelstein. One of the students wrote a paper when he got into high school about her wonderful donuts.
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What memories do you have to share? Guess I'll stop for now. Love, Mother

So What Do You Do When. . .

. . .you've gone out to eat at a restaurant that your neighbor manages;

. . .you are eating very few sweets these days in an attempt at weight control;

. . .the server comes and says "Your neighbor is sending you a dessert on the house."

. . .and it is a brownie with a cream cheese topping and candied fruits on top of that. . .

What do you do?

I found out what you do.

You accept it, say thank you, eat it, and enjoy it with no guilt--after all, it wasn't like it was requested or purloined.

It was delicious. It hit the spot. And no, I won't fall off the wagon.

My "Garden"

Every year I get fussed at because I don't do a very good job at tending my "garden." It's not much of a garden - just a few tomato plants and whatever I feel like putting out there--this year about four squash plants, an eggplant, a zucchini, and a few beans. There was also lettuce when it was cooler out. It's also true that I get quite excited about putting things out and then am not very good about watering and checking them after the first enthusiasm wears off.

Here is my bounty for today. Not bad for plants that don't get much tending. There are a lot more beans to come - they're from two ten-cent packages of seeds that I bought at the hardware store at the very end of seed season.

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How do you cook an eggplant?

Cow Appreciation Day

Chick-Fil-A sponsored a promotion day where anyone who came in dressed like a cow got free food. ML and her co-worker dressed up all their little kiddies as cows and took them over to the Chick. Don't they look cute!