Friday, January 18, 2019

Oh Hold

So this morning the window crew of two showed up and moved furniture, hauled out the old blinds and screens and transferred some odds and ends to my bedroom.  Then they went out to work on the outside of the building.  About ten minutes later one of the guys came back in and said, "We took a company vote and if it is alright with you, we will be back on Monday when it might be warmer."

I can't fault them for postponing work in hopes of warmer weather.  It is cold out there today.  Last I looked, it was 9 degrees F. with a wind chill factor of 1 degree.  That is almost guaranteed frostbite.

They offered to put things back in place in my living room, but they didn't move stuff enough to bother.  The forecast for Monday and Tuesday is for temps in the 20's, not ideal for outdoor work but better than today.  By Tuesday they should be busy moving old windows and installing new ones. 

My cleaning lady comes in Tuesday morning.  I hope she doesn't cry easily.  :)

Thursday, January 17, 2019

New Windows

This is my building.

It was built in 1895.  Last summer my landlord had the stucco taken off the front of the building to reveal the original white brick underneath.

A couple of days ago my landlord stopped in to tell me he was replacing the six windows across the front of the building.  Three of them are in my living room. 

It seems that the city, in trying to preserve the old look of the downtown area, wants the old buildings brought back to their original architectural designs.  Sometime in the life of this building, the original tall windows on the second story were shortened and modernized, probably when the apartments were partitioned off. 

Sure enough, the last couple of days the sounds of banging on the brickwork and sawing through Lord only knows what have filled my apartment.  They started on the side hidden by the little tree out front and are moving steadily toward me.

Here's the is winter.  It is cold outside.  It snowed some this morning and is likely to do so again tomorrow.  I hope they are just doing the prep work and will change out the windows come spring.  But if the new windows go in this week, it will be interesting to say the least!

I like the look of the building now that the stucco in the picture is gone.  I'm pretty sure I will like the look of the tall, old fashioned windows.  But I think I will like them much better in the spring than at 15 degrees F.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

A Light Bulb Moment

I have a new cleaning lady.  She is fairly young and is a city girl who didn't grow up as we rural types did, preserving our own food.  So I was rather surprised yesterday when she had finished her job, she came to me and said, "I don't mean to be nosy, but when I was dusting those jars of food on your shelves in the bedroom, I saw jars of cream cheese.  And butter.  And bacon.  Why do you do all of that?"

Now usually if someone comments about my shelves full of home canned food, it is accompanied by remarks about tin foil hat wearing conspiracy theory nuts.  But she was genuinely interested, so I explained that should there be an emergency like a storm that knocked out the local power for any length of time, I didn't need to worry about food going bad when the freezer wasn't working or that should there be a national emergency, I had enough food canned to last a long time without having to go to a store. 

This conversation took place in my living room where another shelf of home canned food sets against a wall.  She wanted to know about those jars, so I explained about canning different kinds of soups and the makings for stews that fill two shelves and about the fruit on another shelf.

Then she said, "So that's why you keep all those cases and bottles full of water.  If the electricity doesn't work, the water won't work either."

It is fun to watch a person pick up on a new idea - sort of like watching a light bulb slowly become brighter.  She had questions about how to can different foods and questions about other ways to prepare. 

It isn't often that we who believe in being prepared have a chance to answer legitimate questions about the life style.  We usually get ridicule.  This was one of those rare 'light bulb' moments and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Made My Day

Sometimes it is the simplest of things that provide the most joy.

I have been just a bit under the weather.  I am not really sick.  I think I am just fighting off an oncoming cold.  I am tired and very low energy.  Might be just a case of winter blahs or laziness.  Most likely laziness.  :)

Anyway, Duane stopped in to tell me he had been to the grocery store where he bought a nice ham that he will bake for our dinner tomorrow.  I will provide scalloped potatoes and a vegetable.  He said he had dessert covered.  We do this now and then.  When you live alone it is nice to cook for more than just one person and to have company for a meal.

Then from behind his back he produced a lovely tin filled with chocolates.  I love chocolate.  I have been known to call Duane of an evening and ask if he had anything chocolate he would be willing to share.  I have no shame when it comes to chocolate.

But it wasn't the chocolates that really made my day.

I asked Duane what had I done to deserve such a treat.

He simply replied, "You're my Mom."

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Finished - Finally

It just took forever to finish this afghan.  But over the weekend I put the finishing touches on it and it is done.  I lack good lighting and the space to spread it out, so these pictures will have to do.  It is large enough to cover a double bed.  The main color is more a teal than the pictures show.  Only two more to go and all the grands graduation afghans will be completed.

I have pretty much been a lazy slug since.  Reading, napping, playing on the computer.   Once in a while, being a slug is a good thing.  I am now rested and ready to take on the world.  Well. OK.  Maybe just my little corner of the world.  Most times, that is enough.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Time Before Electronics

My Grands probably do not remember a time where nobody had a cell phone or an iPad or any other hand held device with a screen.  So I am here to show them what life was like for a kid way back then...

We played outside, summer and winter.

The year those pictures were taken, a blizzard had roared through Willmar, leaving a snowdrift about three feet deep in front of the house where my family lived.  My sister, the little one on the sled, stepped off the front porch and promptly disappeared from view in the snow.  Dad dug her out and after she realized she wasn't hurt, she wanted to do it again.

The neighborhood boys would play hockey on the ice rink at the local elementary school.  There was a small shack at the edge of the rink that had a small potbellied stove in it and when toes and noses became numb from the cold, they would all pile into the 'warming house' to thaw out before resuming play.

Every kid had a bike and we rode them all over town.  Parents today often consider that to be a dangerous activity.  Kids now wear helmets and often knee or elbow pads.  We just rode and bandaged up skinned knees when we got home about suppertime.  Parents today have to worry about their children being snatched up by bad people, but then we all knew who the crazies were and we stayed away from them.

Sometimes Dad would set up an old Army tent he had and we would camp out in the back yard.

Doors were never locked, so if the boogie man got too close, we could make a mad dash for the back door and safety.

Little girls had dress-up boxes where their mothers would toss discarded skirts, dresses, purses, high heeled shoes and any number of other articles of clothing suitable for the world of 'pretend.'  One of the neighbor girls had a playhouse, which made clomping about in high heels even more fun.  I have to admit that occasionally I would play dress-up, but most of the time found me involved in a ball game or dashing down the sidewalk on roller skates.

We knew about wildlife.

We could tell the difference between a chipmunk and a squirrel and could most times tell what kind of bird was in the tree by the sound of its song.

Nearly every backyard had a swing set.  They weren't the fashionable wooden sets we see today, but were more lightweight metal ones.  As we grew older, the goal became to get the swing going high enough to pull the legs of the swing set off the ground.

I don't begrudge my grands their electronics.  After all, I realize that we live in different times, even though their Grandma is probably the only civilized human on the planet who doesn't own a cell phone.  I just want them to know it is possible for a kid to have fun without staring at a screen.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Ancestor Photos for David

My youngest son, David, emailed me this photo yesterday.

He wanted to know if this was his Great Grandfather on his Dad's side of the family.  I dug through the pictures I have stored on my computer and found this one, taken in 1954 on the occasion of his Great Grandparent's  50th wedding anniversary.

In the back, left to right, are their children, your Grandpa Henry, Great Aunt Caroline and Great Uncle George.  In front are your Great Grandparents, Louis Jewett Eddy and Hannah Berkness Eddy.  (I have seen Hannah listed as Hannah Berkness Moe, but have not delved far enough into the Eddy family history to know the reason of the difference in last names.)  There is no doubt the pictures show the same man.

I found a few more pictures that might interest you, David.  You may have seen them before, but I thought it would be fun to add them here.

This is Caroline, George and your Grandpa Henry, taken about 1917.

The next one is your Grandma Inez Larson Eddy and her brother, Cliff.

It was taken on Christmas of 1919.

The next photo is of your Grandparents.  I think it may be on their wedding day, but I'm not sure.

And this is your Grandpa Henry holding your Dad.  It must have been taken in 1942.

The next two pictures I found online on a website called "Find A Grave."  It is a huge listing of grave sites that can be searched for location or name.  I use this site in genealogy research, for often there are other family connections and information listed.

This is your Great-Great Grandfather, Pascal P. Eddy.  I also found his obituary from the Willmar, Minnesota newspaper.

"Willmar Tribune., September 27, 1911, Page 1

Pascal P. Eddy.
Another pioneer of Kandiyohi County has entered into his reward.

At the farm home in the Town of Whitefield, on Wednesday, September 20th, occurred the death of P. P. Eddy, at the age of eighty-three years and ten months.

Death come as a welcome relief to the worn-out body. The past year Mr. Eddy had been confined to his room most of the time and much The late P. P. Eddy of the time to his bed. The long, lonely hours were passed with his Bible, his books and papers. His interest in the news of the day was as keen as ever. But his greatest comfort was his Bible.

Funeral services were conducted by Rev. D. B. Spencer at the farm on Saturday at 10:30 o'clock and at the home of Thos. Scotton at 1:30 p. m. The Presbyterian choir touchingly sang "Lead Kindly Light" and "No Sorrow There." The five sons of Mr. Eddy and Mr. Scotton bore the remains to their last resting place beside his wife who passed away four years ago.

Pascal P. Eddy was born in Dudley, Massachusetts, on November 22, 1830. He was one of a family of nine children. His boyhood days were spent on a farm. In early youth he went into a woolen mill and learned the trade. On August 18,1852, he married Caroline M. Jewett.

Soon after they moved to Norwich, Connecticut, and later to Ypsilanti, Michigan. In 1867 he came to Minneapolis to take charge of the woolen mill there, and they resided in Minneapolis until 1880 when they moved to the farm in Whitefield. The story of the thirty-one years spent on this farm is similar to that of many of the early pioneers tale of hardships, privations, loneliness and of toil unceasing. These labors have not been without material returns, for with his sons he has built up a splendid business. The Eddy farm is a synonym in these parts for a progressive dairy farm. Eight children were born to Mr. and Mrs. Eddy, six of whom are now living — W. Frank of Duluth, George H. of Minneapolis, H. B., C. T. and L. J. on the farm, and Mrs. Thomas Scotton of Willmar. There are eleven grandchildren, and one brother, William P. Eddy, of Brooklyn, New York, is still living.—"

This last picture is of your Great-Great Grandmother, Caroline Matilda Jewett Eddy.  She is the source of the family tradition of using the middle name, Jewett, that was passed on to your Great-Grandfather, Grandfather, Father and brother.

Here is her obituary.

"Willmar Tribune., November 20, 1907, Page 1

Prominent Whitefield Woman's Useful Life Is Ended, and the Community Mourns.

Death visited at the home of P.P. Eddy in the town of Whitefield on Friday, Nov. 15, and took away the wife and mother, Mrs. Caroline M. Eddy, a well known and highly respected resident of Kandiyohi county. Her death took place at five o'clock in the afternoon and was undoubtedly caused by general debility resulting from old age.

Mrs. Caroline M. (Jewett) Eddy was born at Dudley, Mass., March 27, 1833. She grew to womanhood in that place and on Aug. 18, 1852, she was married to Pascal P. Eddy.

The following year they left Dudley for Norwich, Conn., where they lived for two years. In 1856 they moved to Ypsilanti, Mich., where they staid two years and in 1858
moved to Minneapolis, this state.

They were residents of the flour city during the pioneer days and in 1880 they came to Kandiyohi county, settling in the western part of Whitefield, which was at that time
very sparsely settled. Here they have lived ever since, honored members of the community.

Mrs. Eddy leaves, besides her sorrowing husband, six children - W. Frank, the oldest, of Duluth Henry B. and Charles T.. at home George H., at Minneapolis Mrs. Thomas Scotton, of Willmar and Louis J., the youngest, at home.

She also leaves nine grandchildren. Two sisters are living in Massachusetts. Mr. Eddy, the bereaved husband, is an uncle of Ex. Congressman F. M. Eddy.

Deceased was a very lovable woman and of that sturdy upright
character which distinguished the pioneers of our country. It is needless to say that she is mourned by a large circle of friends, in her community, in Willmar, Minneapolis and elsewhere.

The funeral took place last Monday, Rev. Buell officiating. Short services were held at the home in Whitefield. The Presbyterian choir from this city rendered songs. The remains were brought to Willmar, where services again were held at the home of Thomas Scotton at 721 Sixth St., Rev. Buell making a very impressive sermon on the occasion. The floral gifts of friends were many and beautiful. Mrs. Eddy's earthly remains were laid to rest in Fairview cemetery and were carried by her five sons and her son-in-law. Long will her memory live in the hearts of those who knew her."

Son, I probably could of gotten by just letting you know who was in the photo you sent me, but I got a little bit carried away.  You come from ancestors who were strong and brave in settling the land, who had excellent work ethics and who were good, God-fearing people.  You and your siblings have a rich heritage to be proud of.  See to it that your children know where they came from.  It is important.

Love, Mom