The last of the gang is Patti. I named her that after one of my best friends from high school, Pat Olson. We danced every day during lunch hour and played on the same volleyball team when there was no dancing. Of course that was before I knew a certain football player! Patti was a little girl that loved to sit on any body's lap. Even in some pictures, she is on mine or her Dad's lap. She was (and I think still is) a cuddler. One time when she was about 10 years old, her Uncle Ernie and Aunt Florence Westrich were at our home. We were sitting around the kitchen table talking and of course Patti came and sat on my lap. Auntie Flo said "I bet when you are out of school, you will still like to sit on Mama's lap." I just closed my eyes and tried to picture that one--made me laugh. We have to try it sometime, OK, Patti.January 13, 2009
And Then There was Patti
The last of the gang is Patti. I named her that after one of my best friends from high school, Pat Olson. We danced every day during lunch hour and played on the same volleyball team when there was no dancing. Of course that was before I knew a certain football player! Patti was a little girl that loved to sit on any body's lap. Even in some pictures, she is on mine or her Dad's lap. She was (and I think still is) a cuddler. One time when she was about 10 years old, her Uncle Ernie and Aunt Florence Westrich were at our home. We were sitting around the kitchen table talking and of course Patti came and sat on my lap. Auntie Flo said "I bet when you are out of school, you will still like to sit on Mama's lap." I just closed my eyes and tried to picture that one--made me laugh. We have to try it sometime, OK, Patti.
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January 12, 2009
Our Wedding Day
The good old days!! Our wedding day was cold and windy. Every time we went out the door, I had to hold onto the veil so it did not blow off my head. Were married at St. Paul's Church and the meal was at my parent's home. The dance was held at Schlias Hall in downtown Gad. Does anyone know where that is now? We only had one month together and Ken had to report to Fort Sheridan, Ill. to go off to the Army.
Here we are at our twenty-five year anniversaryparty was held at Earl's bar of course. A good time was had by all. About this time was when Ken got the nickname "Hayseed". That came from his brothers when they were all on the same bowling team, since he was the only brother that was a farmer, he was a hayseed! As for me I was nicknamed "Cook" by my father-inlaw, Alfred. He worked in a logging camp in his younger days and they called the the man that made the meals,"Cook". He always said that I was always in the kitchen so I got labeled "COOK". I'm not sure I really liked the handle, but all the kids and nearly everyone we knew used it, so I knew I was stuck with it. I only have one request; Please, don't put it on my tombstone!!!I will haunt everyone of you!!!
January 1, 2009
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