On this Memorial Day 2018 I bring honor to all those who have given their lives for our freedom. I, specifically, bring honor to my second cousin, Lewis Hood. Lewis was my dad’s cousin, making him my second cousin. He was killed in the Argonne Forest in France at the very end of World War I! Of course I never met him. He was killed on October 10, 1918. My dad was only ten years old! But Dad admired him and was looking forward, along with the rest of the family, to Lewis coming home from the war.
Eureka School, Fremont Township, Buchanan County, Iowa. This is the school my dad, Glen Williamson, attended for the first four and a half years of his education, from kindergarten to the second half of fourth grade! All seven children in Andrew and Rose Williamson’s family attended this school! And in fact, Andrew attended Eureka School in his childhood!
Bessie, Floyd, Eva. Claude, Rose, Roy, Andrew, Lewis is sitting, between Rose and Andrew. Glen had not been born yet or even expected!
This picture is Eva and Glen about the time Glen would have started school.
I think these pictures of Eureka School were taken in about 1948. The school building is being moved to a new location, that’s why it looks the way it does where there should be a foundation. I just wish I knew where it was moved to! Is it at a museum now? A museum would be the ideal location for this school!
Left to right are: Glen, Floyd, Lewis, and Roy Williamson. Four brothers who all attended this school as children. There was one more brother, Claude, who also attended school here but he died as a young man, August 31, 1924. Claude was between Roy and Lewis in age. Bessie and Eva, the two girls in the family also attended school here!
This little document from Eureka School was a precious gift to me, given by my second cousin, Kay Hoffman, granddaughter of Bessie. It’s from the school year of 1902 and 1903. Julia G. Sowles was the teacher.
The president of the board was Andrew Williamson, my grandfather, who attended Eureka School as a child! I assume Andrew’s brother, William, and sister, Jane, also attended here.
Eureka School was a good school! Here’s a short story my dad, Glen Williamson, wrote about the school, his teacher, and himself, at the time he attended school in Manchester. This was taken from the book Corina/Glen Tracing Our Roots by Glen Williamson.
So there is some of the history of Eureka School, in Buchanan County, Iowa., where my dad and all his family began their education.
Lorraine was my only sister, older by two years and four months. She was born the day after Valentine’s Day. I can just imagine Mother hoping she would give birth on Valentine’s Day. What a loving day to have a beautiful baby girl! But of course, Mother didn’t know if the baby would be a boy or a girl! Lorraine was born on February 15, 1936, in Clinton, Iowa.
I was born on Halloween Day. I can just imagine Mother hoping she would not give birth on this day of ghosts and goblins! But alas, I was born on October 31, 1938, in Waterloo, Iowa.
Lorraine Roseann. She was named after all four of our grandparents! Lorraine – Laura and Ludwig Aanas, Mother’s parents. Roseann – Rose and Andrew Williamson, Daddy’s parents.
Anita Gail. I asked Mother who I was named after. She smiled and said when she heard the name, Anita Gail, she thought it was beautiful and if she ever had another baby girl, Anita Gail would be her name! Oh, okay! That satisfied me.
We, also, had two brothers. Richard Glen, seventeen months older than Lorraine, was born on September 7, 1934, in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. He was named after Mother’s younger brother, Richard. Glen was after our daddy.
William Claude. Billy, as he was called, was a premie. He was due in October but was born on August 25, 1942, in Des Moines, Iowa. William was after our great- grandfather, William Williamson. Claude was after Daddy’s brother, Claude, who died as a young man.
Daddy was pastor now of the Free Methodist Church in Des Moines, Iowa. Mother was very sick when she was pregnant with Billy. On August 23, 1942 when Daddy came home he found Mother passed out on their bed. He called for an ambulance. Lorraine told me she remembered Daddy kneeling beside the bed praying for Mother. She remembered the ambulance coming and never forgot it! She told me, as an adult, whenever she heard an ambulance her mind still went back to that day in 1942! Because I was only three years of age, a neighbor had taken me home with her, so I have no recollection of that day.
Billy was born on August 25, weighing two pounds and nine ounces, but he wasn’t expected to live and neither was Mother. She had uremic poisoning. But many people were praying for Mother and she was healed!!!
There was little hope for the baby. The hospital didn’t even have an incubator so the nurses put hot water bottles around his tiny body to keep him warm!
Grandma Aanas came to stay and help Daddy with the three of us children. Because Billy wasn’t expected to live she dressed Richard, Lorraine, and me up, curled our hair, then took us to a photographer to have our picture taken for Mother!
It’s one of my favorite pictures! Richard was almost eight, I would turn four in October, and Lorraine was six and a half. Oh, by the way, the baby, Billy, lived!
Lorraine and I were close enough in age to love playing together as we grew. Our favorite play time’s were playing house (dolls), school, paper dolls, jacks, jump rope, sidewalk rolling skating, and more. We were always busy and we had so much fun together!
We loved playing house! We loved our dolls. We also loved playing school. Lorraine was always the teacher. In Des Moines, Iowa we played school down in our basement. Neighbor kids came over and played too. A friendly retired neighbor man knew of our play school and made some desks, for us, out of orange crates (wooden boxes that oranges were packed in for sale in grocery stores)! When we moved to Oklahoma our play school was in a shed in our back yard. It was also where Mother washed clothes and it became a chicken house the year we raised 100 baby roosters! But, we had great imaginations and Lorraine was a wonderful teacher!
Sometimes Lorraine played school by herself! I can still see her standing on a chair so she could reach the cupboard where Mother kept her spice cans! They became Lorraine’s students! She taught them how to read, to do arithmetic and more! She also taught Mother’s buttons from the button can! She lined them up and had the most obedient and respectful class of interracial students anyone ever had!
You can see in this family picture taken in 1945 that Lorraine, Mother, and I all had our hair braided! We wore braids for several years. Mother would patiently braid our hair every morning before school. After we were gone she braided her own hair and wrapped the long braids around her head two times each!
I don’t remember this next episode in Lorraine’s life but she told me about it! Richard and Lorraine were enrolled at Phillips Elementary School, in Des Moines, Iowa for their beginning years of school. One day they were running late and were afraid of the consequence’s. They had almost a mile to walk to school! Our church had an outside toilet and they decided to hide in the toilet until time to go home! Somehow Daddy discovered them hiding. He didn’t get upset very often but when he did…you didn’t want to be the one he was upset with! He marched them straight to school! Lorraine was fortunate and had a substitute teacher that day!
When Lorraine was in 4th grade her class had been studying Iowa history. Her teacher had some creative ideas for teaching. One was for the students to make marionettes and put on a play telling the story of the beginning of Iowa. Lorraine made Julien Dubuque. In 1788 he was the first white settler in Iowa. She asked Mother if she would make some clothes for him. Mother was an excellent seamstress and made a black suit, white shirt, and black bow tie for him. Lorraine’s teacher was very surprised and impressed when Lorraine brought him back to school. Her class put on a very impressive play for all the students and parents! I was very proud of both Lorraine and Mother! This was one of the life treasures kept by Lorraine.
The school system in Des Moines, Iowa was a little different than some other systems. Depending on the child’s birthday, a child would enter school either in September or in January! All three of us children started school in January.
Our family moved to Covington, Oklahoma in the summer of 1946. A Kessel moving van moved all our belongings to our house in Covington. On the truck was painted, “Don’t cuss, call us!” That move was an exciting experience for all of us!
This was our new two bedroom house. Lorraine and I shared the back bedroom, Mother and Daddy had the other bedroom. The front porch went completely across the front of the house so Daddy took half of the front porch and made it into another bedroom for Richard and Billy.
Daddy was an evangelist now and traveled a lot. The school system there started school only in September. So Mother and Daddy had to decide if we could move ahead or repeat the first semester of our gradesb. 6th, 5th, and 2nd. It was a big decision for them to make. They decided we’d repeat the first semester. Richard and Lorraine weren’t happy about it, I was too young to understand, but we all did very well that year!
Another interesting change in the school system was that books had to be purchased by the family. Mother and Daddy were rather shocked. They didn’t have the money for books for three children! After we were enrolled we all were standing outside of the school. They had quite a list of books and they didn’t have the money to buy them! What were they going to do? A man who attended our church and was a new friend, Brother Kegan, was walking by and seemed to sense their dilemma. He got out his wallet, stepped over, and handed Daddy enough money to pay for all of our school books! It was a gift! They thanked him and God! I still proudly own some of my books! Here’s a couple.
All adults, in our church, were addressed by Brother and Sister and their last name, so I don’t know his first name! But Bro. Kegan surely saved the day for Mother and Daddy and for us kids!
Our first Christmas in Oklahoma, Aunt Lou, Mother’s sister, sent beautiful dolls to Lorraine and me! She had even made clothes for them! We were thrilled and spent hours playing with our new dolls.
I remember playing Jacks with Lorraine! We were both really good! I also remember playing paper dolls on Saturday mornings. We’d cut clothes out of the Sears catalog making sure we cut tabs on the shoulders so they would stay on the paper dolls! We used empty match boxes for beds and toilet paper for blankets! We had good imaginations!
Our two years in Oklahoma were the beginning of Lorraine and me having our own friends. We still played together when we were at home but we also spent a lot of time with our new friends of our own age. We both had wonderful memories of our two years living in Oklahoma!
Lorraine became best friends with Iris and Inez McClellan and I became best friends with their younger sister, Molly. Oh, what fun we had. Their daddy was the sheriff of Covington and he also worked in the oil fields! I’ll never forget a day we all got to ride along with Sr. McClellan to the oil field to take lunch to their daddy! That was an exciting day!
Lorraine and I wore dresses all the time. Most of them were made by Mother. We would go to the feed store in town and pick out the prettiest patterns of feed sacks and Mother would wash them and make us very nice dresses!
The dresses we’re wearing in this picture are made from feed sacks! Mother even sewed lace around the necks and on the pockets! Notice Lorraine’s braids are gone! She brushed her hair out. Braids had become a problem between Lorraine and Mother!
Oklahoma has bad storms and tornadoes! One day Mother needed to go to the grocery store. She had to walk several blocks but she was used to it so she told us kids to stay in the house, she’d be back as soon as she could. She didn’t know a storm was brewing!
All of a sudden the wind began to blow! A neighbor came running in our house asking where Mother was and if we were okay! She told us to stay in the center of the house…an unexpected storm was coming! Then she ran back home to care for her own family! All of us kids went into the bedroom of Mother and Daddy. The wind was really howling! We crawled under the bed, crying and praying.
Oh, where was Mother? Why didn’t she come home? All of a sudden Mother came running in the door! She made it home just in time and joined us in the bedroom! I remember all of us crying and praying. The big window in our living room blew outside from the pressure inside the house! A lot of damage was done in our little town, one garage was completely picked up and set back down in the middle of a street!
But the town of Woodward, Oklahoma was completely flattened! We only got the tailwinds and that was bad enough! It’s a storm Lorraine and I, and the rest of the family never forgot!
For the Christmas of 1947 Mother and Daddy wanted to, and felt we should, go to Iowa to visit our relatives, but they didn’t have the money to make such a trip. They decided to pray about it. Daddy had to leave to hold some revivals so he would pray wherever he was and Mother would pray at home. It didn’t look very promising. They were both very discouraged. Daddy’s mother, Grandma Williamson, was getting up in years and not doing well. They felt we needed to go to see her, and of course, the other relatives as well.
One morning a lady went to the parsonage where Daddy was the evangelist and asked to speak to him. The pastor’s wife called him from his bedroom. The woman said she awoke in the night and felt the Lord tell her that Glen Williamson had a need and she was supposed to give him the money he needed. She handed him an envelope and said good-bye. He went to his bedroom and opened the envelope…five twenty dollar bills! $100.00! Today, that doesn’t sound like much! But in 1947 it was a lot of money and it was the very amount they needed for the trip to Iowa! We went by train from Enid, Oklahoma to Waterloo, Iowa! We never forgot that train ride! Mother and the four of us kids! I’m sure the conductors were glad when we arrived in Waterloo! Daddy had traveled from wherever he was preaching.
Lorraine and I never forgot how the woman obeyed God and paid for our trip to Iowa. In that day it was a lot of money and such a gift! Unbelievable! We knew it was their prayers.
Our next big move was to East Peoria, Illinois. Lorraine was in junior high, I was in 4th grade. But we went to the same school which was about a half block from our house. By now Lorraine was making her own friends and I was too. We still did some things together but not playing like when we were younger.
The church was connected to our house. I’m sorry, I don’t know who the folks are in the picture!We, kids, cleaned the church every Saturday and made a little money! I’m really not sure just how clean it was when we finished! But I do remember going on the city bus to Peoria to spend our money! That was fun because we were together!
Grandma Williamson died that fall so our family went to Iowa for her funeral. Lorraine and I were very sad, we both loved Grandma Williamson so much.
Right behind our house and church there was a very high hill. It was covered with trees and brush. Soon after we moved there Lorraine and I climbed that hill! When we finally reached the top we looked down on our house and church! It was quite a task and a great adventure! I climbed the hill a few more times during that year but I don’t remember Lorraine ever climbing it again or at least not the two of us together.
Lorraine had a job working for a lady in the church, Sister Mercer. Lorraine did cleaning and just anything she was told to do.
The Mercers had a son, Ralph. He was an older teenager and had a new jeep! Our family had been invited for supper one day and Ralph wanted to show off his new jeep! He took the four of us kids for a ride. Richard sat in front with Ralph. Lorraine, Billy, and I were in the open back. It was a fun ride until all of a sudden we saw a very deep ravine ahead of us. Ralph stopped for a second before driving straight down! In that instant Lorraine saw what was going to happen! She suddenly stood up and jumped out of the jeep! She was left standing while we went zooming down that steep ravine and back up the other side! I was so scared! I couldn’t believe Lorraine would leave us! Later she explained to me there just wasn’t time to take us with her! She only had time to jump out by herself! She was right!
Our family lived in East Peoria for only one year and then we moved back to Waterloo, Iowa. This family picture was taken on Mother’s Day in 1950. Mother and Daddy both wore flowers that day. They explained to us kids that Daddy’s was white because his mother had died. Mother’s was red because her mother was still living.
Daddy was going to be an evangelist again. We stayed with Grandma Aanas in her big house on 5th Street for about six months. She had a rooming house where older men lived upstairs. Grandma and Uncle Richard lived downstairs. She cooked all the meals for the men and carried their meals upstairs to them on trays! She offered to let Mother take over her business, we could live in her downstairs and she would go to live with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Reinertson.
So Mother took over the rooming house. She cooked and Lorraine and I carried the trays of food up the stairs to the men. Up and down, up and down! But we became good friends of most of them. One was a blind man, Jack. He was our favorite! We never forgot him!
Grandma was very particular and just didn’t really think Mother was doing a good job. So she wanted to move back and Mother and Daddy needed to find another place to live and work! Oh, this was hard and Mother was very hurt. Lorraine and I felt bad but we couldn’t do anything to help out with their feelings.
We had some cousins, on Dad’s side of the family, who lived on a farm just outside of town, Roy and Beulah Gray. They had six kids, Shirley, Leroy, (Lavon) Chuck, David, Evelyn and Marilyn. They had a building on the farm that had never been used and it could be made into apartments. We could live in one apartment. That was a life saver. Daddy helped get the building ready for occupancy. Another family rented the apartment next to ours.
We became very good friends with our cousins! Lorraine and Shirley were close in age. Leroy and I were in the same class in school and became best friends! We all had many adventures. At times Lorraine even had us all playing school!
But Lorraine hated living in the apartment! It was originally built to be a chicken house! She couldn’t get that fact out of her head! She didn’t want to live in a chicken house, even though it was never used for chickens! It was embarrassing to her.
In the meantime, Daddy bought a large lot from Roy on the other side of a woods that was behind our apartment. He and Richard, with the help of some good friends, built a new house for our family! It was small but it was our house. Part of the little building in the back was our outhouse for about the first year! Then Daddy put in an indoor bathroom!
Life was changing for us. Lorraine had lots of friends from school and so did I. But I missed our playing together. One day I asked Lorraine if she’d like to play house with me like we used to do. I’ve never forgotten the sad look on her face as she looked at me and said, “No.” Then she went to join her friends. It seemed to me to be the end of an era! I missed our good play times together. But life moves on.
We lived about a block from the end of a city bus route. Because it was the end of the line Lorraine and I became good friends with some of the drivers. We had our favorite drivers! We took the bus everywhere. One of our main places to go was to church. Twice on Sunday and every Wednesday evening. No matter what the weather was, we went to church. Waterloo Free Methodist Church.
Girls back then only wore dresses or skirts. No pants or jeans. I can remember being very cold in winter, while waiting for the bus. Lorraine and I would crouch down so our skirts would cover our legs. But we didn’t complain, it was just our life. Even when jeans and slacks became acceptable for girls to wear we still didn’t wear them to church. We always dressed up for church, although school clothes were acceptable for Wednesday evenings, but not pants or jeans.
Lorraine and I shared a very small bedroom. Daddy built bunkbeds for us and we had a chest of drawers. Someone gave Lorraine a dressing table with a small seat. A mirror was hung on the wall just above it. On the top of the table was a glass top that just fit the table perfectly! A pretty cloth was tacked all around the table, going down to the floor, It was a very nice dressing table for a young teenage girl! Lorraine loved it and was so proud of it! I can still see her sitting there brushing her hair.
We took turns sleeping in the top and bottom bunks of the bed. One night, when I was on the top bunk, I had to get up in the night. I was half asleep and somehow, while getting down from the top bunk, I stepped on the edge of her dressing table! It flipped over and the glass top broke! Oh no! I felt so bad! Lorraine was so upset and angry! I don’t even remember what happened to me when I fell. All I remember is, I broke her glass top to her lovely dressing table! I was so sorry!
Daddy was hired as the cook at the Free Methodist Camp in Oregon, Wisconsin. He loved to cook! He had been a chef in a hotel before he became a pastor. Mother, Lorraine, Billy, and I took the bus to join him because school was out and it would be a fun time for us all. Mother would help Daddy in the kitchen, Lorraine and I could wait tables.
On the way it began to rain. It poured! A cloud burst! Iowa isn’t flat, it has beautiful rolling hills. We watched out the windows of the bus as fields and pastures flooded with water. Cattle became stranded with water half way up their bellies. Valleys were filled with water. The highway was covered with water in places where it was a valley. The driver very carefully and slowly drove on. He stopped at one point so he and some of the men passengers could take the luggage from the outside luggage spaces and put the suitcases inside all along the aisle! Then we went on very slowly! It was still raining very hard! We came to another valley where the water was very high. The driver couldn’t see the edges of the pavement. He should have stopped but he didn’t! He kept driving on until suddenly the bus began to tip over! Everyone was screaming and crying! The bus stopped about half way onto it’s side! But everyone was still screaming and crying!
Suddenly a woman near us demanded of Mother, “What’s the matter with you and your kids? Why aren’t you crying and screaming like everyone else?” Mother said softly, “We’re afraid just like all of you but we’re praying! God will take care of all of us.”
We were rescued from the bus by fire trucks and army trucks. Firemen were fastened with large logging chains around them, then they waded through the rushing water to the side of the bus where the emergency door had been opened. They carried each person through the water to the trucks. Children and women were first to be rescued. So Billy and Lorraine were carried to safety. It was important for Lorraine to be with Billy. It was very frightening. I was next. But I bulked and said, “No, you take my mother first!” The men said something like, “no, children first.” But I refused to let them take me. I wanted them to take Mother first! Mother was trying to get me to go, the men were trying to force me! But I was stubborn and said, “No! You take my mother first!” Mother finally looked at the men and said they should go ahead and take her because time was wasting! So they took Mother and came back to get me. There were lots of other passengers still waiting to be rescued.
We were taken to Manchester to a hotel for a nights sleep. What a day that had been! There was something good at the end of the day! We got to take a bath! We didn’t have a bathtub at home! Ah, Lorraine and I each soaked as long as we dared! It was wonderful! The next day we were taken on to Oregon, Wisconsin. We have many wonderful memories of that camp.
Richard would be entering 11th grade in high school and he and Mother and Daddy decided he would go to Wessington Springs Jr College and High School in South Dakota. He’d been working and saving his money. It was a Free Methodist School with a very good reputation. So off he went.
Then someone in the Waterloo Free Methodist Church offered to pay for Lorraine to also go to Wessington Springs for her 10th grade! Wow! How exciting for her! So just a couple of weeks after Richard left, Lorraine left, too. She went by train from Waterloo to Woonsocket, South Dakota!
How would she get from Woonsocket to Wessington Springs? Richard was there but he didn’t have a car. Bruce Kline offered his car to Richard to drive to get Lorraine! That was quite an offer and an honor! Bruce was a faculty member and with a family, Richard was a high school student! Richard did pick her up and that was the beginning of a new and good brother/sister relationship that had been one with lots of friction before! But now they needed each other!
Lorraine did very well and became very popular at Wessington Springs. She made lots of new friends, she was a cheer leader, and lots more! I anxiously waited for letters from her to the family. I missed her a lot!
Life at home changed immensely. Mother, Billy, and I were home. Daddy was traveling a lot as an evangelist. Mother had a job as head cook at Elk Run School where Billy and I attended. It was about a block from our house. I tried to keep busy and happy but I missed Lorraine. She was my big sister and I missed her so much. I prayed for her every day.
So this is just a cap full of the life of Lorraine and me. There is more I could have written, like how we survived the polio epidemic. We had a cousin and close friend who both died of polio, it affected both of us, in fact our whole family!
But this will do for now. Stay tuned…
I love to travel! I’ve had several countries on my bucket list and I’ve been able to visit some, but not all! I wish I could say Ireland was on my bucket list but it wasn’t! So when our daughter, Christy, and her husband, Sean, and their two younger children, Mason and Maddie, moved to Ireland for Sean’s job, I quickly added Ireland to my list! Our daughter, Pamela, and son-in-law, Gene, decided to go and invited us to go with them. They didn’t have to ask me twice! We flew by Aer Lingus. It’s a very modern airline and I loved it! They served us a very delicious dinner and of course, beverages and snacks. Our flight was long, about eight hours, but very smooth! Traffic is, of course, very different. Driving on the opposite side is the norm. The traffic moves smoothly with few stop signs or lights because they have roundabouts! There are some traffic lights, of course. In the city of Dublin, there are more traffic lights, but not as many as we have in the US. There are few stop signs! It’s no problem! Roundabouts take care of the traffic! We have one roundabout here in my town and no one likes it! Folks get confused with it and complain about it all the time! But the many roundabouts in Ireland were very fascinating to me!
Notice the parked cars are facing each other! That’s perfectly fine!
Signs were another very fascinating subject to me! Folks respected and obeyed the warning signs! The end of this street ended in the Irish Sea! This sign warned drivers not to go any closer and they didn’t! This man made right into the cement sidewalk showed which way to walk! It’s so simple! Pam is standing beside the guard rail at this harbor! No one was falling in! This was warning enough! I smiled at this sign. We would have written Dangerous Curves Ahead! But this works! DANGEROUS BENDS AHEAD.
We took the train to Dublin to do some sightseeing. I love riding the train, but oh my…I’ve never been on such a modern train before! It was wonderful! It ran so smoothly and so quietly, it was incredible!
We sat and visited like we were in our living room! That’s how quiet the train was! We visited without raising our voices the least bit and we could hear just fine!
We took a tourist bus on a sightseeing tour of the city. This isn’t the actual bus we rode on but I wasn’t quick enough to get a good picture of our bus! So this one will do! We went all over the city! The driver explained everything to us! We had a woman driver and when we were in an area of not too much for her to explain about, she sang Irish songs for us over the speaker! She had a real Irish brogue! We sat upstairs on the bus, right in the front seats where we could see well! Pam, Christy, and Gene sat back where there was no roof over them! You can see them in the picture here. They could probably see even better but we wanted the protection from the sun or rain or wind or whatever! It was a ride worth taking.
Ireland is a country that cherishes and protects its history. I love it! Notice the building here behind the tree! It’s been there for hundreds of years! It’s only what’s left of the building but its hundreds of years old! Ireland preserves its history! I love it! Another interesting feature here is the wall around the property. Everyone has a wall around their property! This one, above, is of bushes and vines and is hundreds of years old! Jerry and Pam are beside a wall covered with stucco.
Jerry is standing beside a stone wall. This next one is an ancient stone wall with vines overgrowing! It’s hundreds of years old!
Most walls are stone, some are cement! The height varies from a few feet high to several feet high. Some are hundreds of years old and some are new. It was very interesting to me! In Canada, almost everyone has a fence. In the USA some folks have a fence and some don’t. In Ireland, everyone has a surrounding wall!
This is Christy’s house with a brick wall across the front and a high wall covered with stucco along the side yard! The house is very nice and fairly new. Downstairs it has a living room, completely separate from the rest of the rooms! There is a family room, office, laundry room, kitchen, dining/sun room, and a half bathroom. Upstairs there are four bedrooms and three bathrooms! Then there is the third floor! It’s all open but with the spiral stairway going up in the middle so it’s like there are two rooms. There are two skylights, one in each room.
We visited places that go clear back to the 11th century! Unbelievable! I’ll show a few examples here. Trim Castle! The building of this castle was begun in the 1100’s! It was added on to in the 15th century and again in the 17th century! The folks standing here aren’t quite that old, but getting close! It’s Jerry and me, in case you don’t recognize us!
Cemeteries are so old and some date back to the 1300’s or older! This picture is of one in Dublin. It’s unreal! I have more cemetery pictures I’ll show in a later post.
It was chilly that day but you can see the sky was blue with white clouds! We had beautiful weather the whole time we were there! It rained one day! We were so thankful because it was quite unusual! I’m going to stop now and write more another day! It’s actually taken me several days to write this!
My dad’s side of my family came from Ireland and Scotland, so I have roots there! This is a picture of my great-grandparents, William and Jane (Ramsey) Williamson, and their son, Andrew Stuart Williamson. Actually, this picture was taken after they came to America. Andrew was born in Seaford, Delaware. He, eventually, became my grandfather! But going back further we can find out a little more about William and Jane in Ireland.
William’s family lived in Scotland where he was born in 1817. The family moved to Ireland while William was still a boy. They settled in or near Belfast. William became a baker.
Jane Ramsey was born in 1827 in or near Belfast. William and Jane met and were married in 1850. They had a baby girl, Mabel. I have no dates for Mabel, but she lived only a short time and was buried in a cemetery somewhere around Belfast.
The ‘great potato famine’ hit Ireland and hundreds of families left to make new lives in America. Heartbroken, William and Jane left Mabel in her grave and in 1864 boarded a ship for America. They lived first in Seaford, Delaware, where Jane gave birth to their second baby, Andrew Stewart, on September 22, 1865. When Andrew was a year old they made their way west to Iowa, where other family members had settled. William and Jane had two more children, William and Jenny.
William and Jane had moved from Iowa to Nebraska. Jane died and was buried in Bayard, Nebraska.
William returned to Iowa and died in 1902.
Andrew grew up and married Rose Williams. They had seven children. Six children are pictured here with Rose and Andrew. Bessie, Floyd, Eva, Claude, Rose, Roy, Andrew, and Louis.
. One more son joined the family on December 22, 1909. The youngest, Glen Edgar, shown here, became my father! So there, you now have a short version of my Scottish/Irish roots!
Telephone. A luxury I’ve had for most of my life. Telephones have come a long way! Let me begin by retelling my dad’s exciting telephone experience.
Dad was born in 1909. His family had their first telephone. They were on a party line, of course. The number of rings had to be counted to know when an incoming call was for them! I don’t know how many rings meant a call for them.
Eight long rings meant important news was being broadcast across the party line! In 1918 good news came across the wires telling families World War I had ended!
July 5, 1919, there came eight lon-n-ng rings again! This time to tell everyone to look in the sky, south. There my dad and others in the family had their first sighting of an airplane, just a tiny speck, moving steadily along!
Dad’s sister, Bessie, was seventeen years older than Dad! She went to school through eighth grade, then she got a job as a telephone operator until her marriage to her young boyfriend, Earnie! This isn’t a picture of Aunt Bessie but I imagine she looked something like this on the job!
An early telephone.
The first telephone below was in the farmhouse where my mother grew up in northern Iowa! It is now in my brother’s kitchen. The board on the box at the bottom has been replaced, as you can see. But my mother remembered the phone well from when she was just a girl. This is Mother, in her old age, pretending like she listening to someone on the phone of her youth! This phone is in the history building in Winder, Georgia! I was given permission to post it here.
When I was a little girl, we had a phone most of the time. When Dad was a pastor, he needed a phone. Many emergency calls came to him. Some years he traveled and my parents couldn’t afford a telephone!
Jerry and I were married in 1959. We had a phone like the one in this latest picture. It started out being a party line with eight people on our line. It was very soon cut down to four people…then later, two people. We were very conservative. Long distance calls were made very seldom. Of course, when we had a new baby, calls were made to spread the news! I’ll never forget the day Jerry told me, in the early 70’s, that I should start calling my parents once a month and have a nice visit with them! So I did! In the eighties, we finally got a private line! It was wonderful! Calling became normal and usual. With five children, how could it not!
I was hired by the school system to call the substitute teachers for the secondary schools in our city. A new private phone was installed in my kitchen! It was very similar to this one! Yes, I picked out a blue one to go with my kitchen! The big difference of this picture is that my new school phone had push button numbers instead of a dial! I loved it. But, it was for school calls and paid for by the school system so our family still used the old black phone, most of the time. There were exceptions!
When we built our new log home twenty years ago in 1997 we bought a new phone with an answering machine! Oh yes! I wish I had a picture of it! We didn’t have to miss any messages! We also bought an old looking phone and hung on the wall in the kitchen. It worked but, of course, not anymore. Now it just looks old-fashioned!
All this to bring us to today! Of course, businesses still have telephones and a few people still have a land line with a phone connected.
We don’t. We have our cell phones. But even so we’re not up-to-date! Jerry still has his flip-phone! He says it works fine. I have my iphone. What a difference in telephones today! I have instant access with anyone anywhere! I can text or message or talk at any hour of the day or night. My daughter, in Ireland, and I message or talk to each other whenever we want to! It sounds like she’s next door! I have friends all over the world and it’s wonderful to be in contact with them! My phone gives me the weather anywhere in the world, instantly! International and national news comes over my iphone! Pictures? My phone has a camera and I can even edit my pictures before I post them! I carry my phone with me all the time. I charge it at night while I’m sleeping.
This morning one of my sons called so we facetimed! That means we are both on a camera so we could see each other as we talked! Wonderful!
But back in about the seventies, a prediction was made that in the future we’d be able to talk on our phones–live! Oh, no, I thought! What if my house was messy! What if I looked bad, like I wasn’t dressed up! My hair might be a mess! I thought it was a bad idea! But the prediction came true and I love it! I love facetiming with my grandchildren and my children and even friends!
Yes, the telephone has come a long way from when it was first invented! But we still answer with “Hello?”
Jerry, like all men, has had his toys! I’ll start here in the very early 50’s! He was a teenager and didn’t like mowing the grass any better than the other boys. So he got to work and made himself a riding lawn mower! No one had riding mowers back then! When we were young, if you wanted something, you either made it or you saved your money and bought it with cash! A few years later, at the lake, he saw folks waterskiing! He could do that…he knew he could, if he just had a boat! So…he worked and saved his money
Here is Jerry with his boat he saved for! He became a very good skier and had a great time with his friends! Years later, he taught all five of our children and even some of their friends to waterski! This is at Wixom Lake, north of Midland. In about the middle 70’s he bought this nice boat so our children could learn to waterski. Jerry is standing in the boat, Tim is sitting, and Robby is in the water, wanting to climb into the boat! I can’t, for the life of me, think who the girl is! We spent many fun hours at Wixom Lake, Higgons Lake, Lake Margarite, and a few others! All five of our children became very good water skiers! Just…not me!
One day, in the early 2000’s, our son, Ted, called Jerry on the phone. He had the chance to buy a ’69 MG B, but with his young family, he just couldn’t buy it! The price was right! Would Dad like to buy it? It’s the first and only time Jerry ever bought anything without looking it over and driving it, first! Yes, he bought the MG sight unseen!
He loved his little MG! He still has it but he doesn’t drive it anymore.
Jerry bought this Wheel Horse tractor about 35 years ago! He still uses it today but only for plowing, mainly snow or sometimes dirt. He used to mow our grass with it but now it’s too much work to take the plow off and put the mower on, then later, take the mower off and put the plow back on. It’s a big job. I bought a trailer for the Wheel Horse one year and gave it to Jerry for Christmas. I hid it in the neighbor’s garage and Jerry had to find it! He still has the trailer, too. This is what he plows the snow with in winter. Although now, our good neighbor plows our snow with his truck and all he wants for pay, is a pie from me!
So he bought his new John Deere for mowing!
Jerry loves his John Deere tractor!
Life keeps moving on! The years have taken their toll! He can’t play or work like he used to! But mowing with his John Deere is something he can do and he does.
Life has been good! Jerry has accomplished a lot in his lifetime. He loves God first, then me, and then our five children.