Grand Marshal

Son Andy was named grand marshal of the homecoming parade at Luther. He didn’t think he was old enough!

Unbelievably he graduated 20 years ago from Luther.  He started teaching at Tipton, and then moved to Flagstaff to start his Masters.  After being granted his degree, he resumed teaching at Xavier High School in Cedar Rapids. Then it was off to Lincoln to work on his doctorate.  After completing his doctorate, he was off to Luther and conductor of Collegiate Choir and Norsemen.  This fall he is conducting Nordic Choir.

Miriam Webster defines a grand marshal as a person honored as the ceremonial marshal of a parade.  My vision had Andy sitting on the back of a convertible…perhaps a Norse blue or white convertible…decorated with streamers.  His sister had helpfully provided a video on 3 royal waves to use. And this is the picture I received.

July Blooms

August and the days are getting shorter.  And so I remember the glorious flowers of July at Loon.

Dancing Memories

Adolph and Marie (my Grandma and Grandpa) loved to dance.  Grandma who grew up in Denmark told my sister Brenda that her mother (Lovise) taught all 12 of her children to dance.

My uncle Kenneth remembers going with Marie and Adolph to dances at the IOOF Hall in Aurelia (1939 -1945).  When the night got late he would lie on the pile of coats and go to sleep.  Uncle Kenny would have been about 8-12 years old.  Often his mom would take him to the dance floor and teach him to dance.

Later his ability to dance served Uncle Kenny well.  He met Aunt Evie at Iowa State University and asked her to a dance at the Union.  They took to the dance floor and she walked off!  Uncle Ken didn’t give up and took her to the ValAire in Des Moines.  There he took her off to the side and taught her some dance steps and she loved it.  And they have been dancing ever since.

Living With Eleanor

During one school year I lived with Eleanor during the week.  It was a special time to get to know each other and I leaned so much from her about aging gracefully. She shared family stories and bank stories..(never leaving until balanced…never!)

As a young man Eleanor’s brother Don had new white suit for a special occasion.  As he was returning home in the rain he wanted to spare his suit.  He pulled the car under a nearby gas station canopy.  He took the suit off and put it in the car, climbed in and drove home, pulled into the garage and then sprinted to the house in the dark in his skivvies leaving the white suit dry in the car for the next morning.

She remembered her niece Carol saying, “Are you sassified?” (satisfied).

Her family lived close enough to hear the train and in Carol’s mind the sound of the whistle was tied to when the grownups had coffee.  When she would hear the whistle Carol would pipe up and say “Gwanma, it’s the coffee train!”

We would play cribbage and Eleanor would have the count before I picked up my hand.  She found all points and beat me regularly.  She and her friends would play Shanghai and if it were an evening I was included.

We watched together her set of Johnny Carson videos and laughed and laughed.  She could watch a movie with Sidney Portier and shed tears, along with the flag being raised and the national anthem sung.

She loved feeding the birds and knew the right seeds to attract cardinals especially.

Her four season room was an oasis and indeed in our next home I tried to replicate it.

At Christmas she baked 12 kinds of cookies to meet the standard of a good Swedish woman.

Eleanor had miles and miles (thousands) on her stationery bike…she rode it every morning while watching a morning TV news show.  At one point she was encouraged to go for some rehab and she reported she was “shamed” into acceleration.

At Augustana we had an intern Mauricio Haake from Brazil.  He and his wife Christine had two children Mateus and Raquel.  Eleanor became Grandma to them and for other children.  She  had also collected daughters and I considered it an honor that I achieved that status.

She worked the daily crossword puzzle, created beautiful counted cross stitch and when she couldn’t sleep she didn’t fret or fuss. but got up and played computer games…sharpening her cribbage skills and routinely beating the computer.

Bless you Eleanor.

May 7, 1925 - April 29, 2017

AH SANIBEL

And the anticipation of a week in the sun during winter in Iowa.

And then……

Influenza A and the indignity of having had the flu shot!
Awaken with a rather ignorable cough.    and then Headache.
Wash hands.. Goopy eyes.. Cough until stomach hurts, cough drops.. Flirt with earache.. Headache
Wash hands.. Tired..Sleep..Cough..cough drops..Headache
Wash hands..Suck cough drops.. Do one load of laundry. Rest. Put in dryer.  Rest.
Fold the next day!
Wake up to snow and wind…didn’t know it was predicted because I move from couch to bed at 9:00 and fall asleep right away
Cleaning up means brushing teeth, shower and clean pajamas!  and collecting used cough drop wrappers and Kleenex and then repeating.

 

And in spite of it all we made it to Sanibel 3 days late and it was wonderful.

 

We enjoyed walking the beach, enjoying great food at wonderful eateries.

Mike and Jim bike and sometimes tell (tall) tales.

We lunched with Bill and Lorraine.

 

Sunburned and enjoyed the ocean.

 

Enjoyed Linda and Jim and their sharing of a wonderful island.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beach art photographed by Linda!

 

 

The Dime Jar

My sister and I were laughing as we remembered  the dime jar!

 This is the dime jar.  It sat on Mom’s walnut hutch.

 

Dad would take the dimes from his pocket change and put them in the dime jar.  Each Sunday he would make sure each of us – the four sisters – had a dime for Sunday School offering.

And our laughter was remembering David our paper boy.  He would come to collect for the week’s papers and tear out the little coupon stub from his flip book showing that we had paid.  More than once when he came to collect, we might say Mom and Dad aren’t home so we don’t have any money and David would pipe up “get it from the dime jar!”

Hoosier Cabinet

Web picture of Hoosier very similar to ours.

    
A Hoosier cabinet (also known as a "Hoosier") is a type of cupboard popular in the first decades of the 20th century.  The base section usually has one large compartment with a slide-out shelf, and several drawers to one side.  The top portion is shallower and has several smaller compartments with doors. The top of the lower cabinet is a sliding enamel countertop. Often these cabinets included flour sifters, shelves and spice organizers. (Wikipedia)

My Grandpa (Adolph Gregersen) was friends with two neighbor boys while he was growing up in Denmark. The two boys were brothers, Ingamond* and Magnus Ibsen, and both were a few years older than Adolph. In hopes to better their positions in life, these two young men had left Denmark and had gone to the United States in 1915. They had gone to Riceville, Iowa to be with friends. There they had been hired to do road tiling.

At the age of nineteen, out of what he calls "the foolishness of youth” Grandpa decided to go to America in March of 1916.

Grandpa kept in contact with the 2 Ibsen brothers.  They had rented a farm near Saratoga.  In the fall of 1918 Magnus died of the flu.  Ingemon was so lonesome and hence wanted to return to Denmark. On July 4, 1920 Ingemon Ibsen came to Alta and talked with Grandma and Grandpa (Adolph and Marie) who were making plans to get married. He made a verbal agreement with them that when they got married they could take the farm he was renting from Charlie Brodersen** (near Riceville, Iowa) with the debts and Ingemon would return to Denmark. 

So Grandma and Grandpa moved to Saratoga.  Grandpa went to the bank and signed to take over the remaining debt for farm machinery and household items and livestock. (This information comes from the document A Family Account January 1, 1976 by Brenda L. Samuelson)

 The phrase “household items” gives us the starting point of this Hoosier Cabinet.  It was part of the furniture left by the Ibsens in Grandma and Grandpa’s first farm.   That Hoosier then moved with Grandma and Grandpa through 4 farm moves and then the move to their home in Alta where they retired.  After Grandma died this Hoosier Cabinet has resided with my Mom (Clara Gregersen Samuelson) in Storm Lake.  Mom has now shared that it should move to our home.

In 1980 Ken (my mother's brother) talked to Carl-ole (first cousin of Clara) in Denmark and learned that Ingemon indeed returned to Denmark and settled close to Carl-ole.  He married later in life and completed his life in a nursing home.

 *Ingemon or Ingamond alternate spellings

**Brodersen or Brodesen alternate spellings

Family Summary

Adolph Marinus Gregersen and (Maren) Marie Nielsen Gregersen

         Daughter Clara Elizabeth Gregersen Samuelson

                 Granddaughter Colleen Ann Samuelson Last

Our Hoosier