(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
[Behind the Rueping cottages was the] Flag Flower Bed: foliage plants, red, white, and blue were used and kept trimmed evenly as the year went on; also flag pole in dark yellow. Father sent for the correct number of plants and set his best man at it. The flag was a replica of real one and a picture is in album of family pictures. I appreciate it more than I did at the time, realizing the math it took.
October 31, 2012
October 30, 2012
No sleeves
(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
Over on the Ruepings' lawn, my father had a fine sand box built, and my brother Lyndon and I went and played too. One hot summer day, about 100 degrees I suppose, my father came home all excited, complaining to my mother: "Do you know that Carolyn is over there playing with no sleeves on her dress?" Mother said she thot it was OK as I was young and weather so hot, "but send her home, then." And that was the first time I ever felt self conscious. I was wearing a blue calico dress.
Over on the Ruepings' lawn, my father had a fine sand box built, and my brother Lyndon and I went and played too. One hot summer day, about 100 degrees I suppose, my father came home all excited, complaining to my mother: "Do you know that Carolyn is over there playing with no sleeves on her dress?" Mother said she thot it was OK as I was young and weather so hot, "but send her home, then." And that was the first time I ever felt self conscious. I was wearing a blue calico dress.
October 29, 2012
Mag
(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
My father never looked at another woman all those years [when Minnie was sick], but at night he would go to Taychedah and have a beer and talk with pals. There was an old man who used to say to a spinster passing the saloon on her way home, "I know ya, Mag. With you little red petticoat. I knew ya Mag, years ago - I knew ya." And she would hurry past as fast as she could walk. And the men would all laugh, of course, at the window or outside.
My father never looked at another woman all those years [when Minnie was sick], but at night he would go to Taychedah and have a beer and talk with pals. There was an old man who used to say to a spinster passing the saloon on her way home, "I know ya, Mag. With you little red petticoat. I knew ya Mag, years ago - I knew ya." And she would hurry past as fast as she could walk. And the men would all laugh, of course, at the window or outside.
October 27, 2012
Our house
(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
The Ruepings built our house for us. It had a porch across the front with big willow rockers. Downstairs: living room, dining room, kitchen. Upstairs: four bedrooms, one for the maid and a sleeping porch for my mother, who had TB and went to Wales WI to a San to learn how to take care of herself. She slept on the porch year around.
The Ruepings built our house for us. It had a porch across the front with big willow rockers. Downstairs: living room, dining room, kitchen. Upstairs: four bedrooms, one for the maid and a sleeping porch for my mother, who had TB and went to Wales WI to a San to learn how to take care of herself. She slept on the porch year around.
October 26, 2012
Peacocks
(1993 July, Rueping memoir)
On our side of the road there were chicken coops with wire runways, including peacocks - which is why I can sound off like the male.
On our side of the road there were chicken coops with wire runways, including peacocks - which is why I can sound off like the male.
October 25, 2012
The big cheese
(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
When my mother died [in 1919], the Ruepings sent over a big cheese, dark yellow American, thinking it was something we could use different ways.
When my mother died [in 1919], the Ruepings sent over a big cheese, dark yellow American, thinking it was something we could use different ways.
October 24, 2012
Art and the rabbits
(1993 July, Rueping memoir)
Art was very well behaved and quiet, but not too bright. My father never got over a joke of his. He told Art if he wanted to shoot some rabbits, he should come out with his gun some day as there were plenty in the snow when cottages were vacant. So one day he drove out, parked his car, got out the gun, and said, "Well, Parsons, where are the rabbits?" FMP told that for years and always got a laugh.
Art was very well behaved and quiet, but not too bright. My father never got over a joke of his. He told Art if he wanted to shoot some rabbits, he should come out with his gun some day as there were plenty in the snow when cottages were vacant. So one day he drove out, parked his car, got out the gun, and said, "Well, Parsons, where are the rabbits?" FMP told that for years and always got a laugh.
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