Friday, March 27, 2015

Evie, Outside the Studio

Her formal portrait was very nice, but I think we can get a better idea of Eva Thompson's personality from an informal portrait like this one:

Eva Thompson
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Image courtesy of Eldon Harms.

She looks like fun, doesn't she?

The little child is unidentified; so is the location. We don't have a date, either, but I'm told that the car is a Chevy, probably 1927 or '28, which would also be consistent with the style of Evie's dress.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

16 and Pregnant: Feline Edition

2015-3-25. Eve
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This is Eve. I am fostering her for the Humane Society of Hobart. She is about 7 months old and already expecting kittens. She is not much more than a kitten herself!

All she wants to do is cuddle. That's OK. I'm sure that cuddling a pregnant cat is better for my elbow than messing around on the computer.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Birth and Death

Nellie Peck had married Nicholas Ehrhardt, Jr. in November 1920; early in the morning of January 16, 1922, she gave birth to their first child, a daughter — but the little girl died at birth.

Nellie survived her daughter by only a few hours.

2015-3-23. Nellie Peck Ehrhardt obit
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Hobart Gazette 20 Jan. 1922.

I suppose the child was buried with or near her mother, but so far as I can tell neither Nellie's grave marker nor any other in the Mosier Cemetery acknowledges her child's existence, any more than the obituaries do. I would not have known about her but for the "Births" column in the News.

Additional Sources:
♦ "Births." Hobart News 19 Jan. 1922.
♦ "Funeral of Mrs. Nellie Peck-Ehrhardt Held on Wednesday Morning." Hobart News 19 Jan. 1922.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Scavenger Hunt

Mr. Hallberg says all of these people had photographs taken between December 1921 and March 1922. Some of the photos may have been destroyed one way or another, or passed down with no name written on them so that nobody knows who they are now, but surely some of them still exist and are identified, somewhere. Anybody want to try to track them down?

2015-3-19. Photos taken by Hallberg, Dec. 1921-March 1922
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Hobart News 30 March 1922.

Names for search-engine purposes: Allen, Batterman, Beach, Billeaux, Black, Bloomquist, Braddock, Brahst, Brand, Brandt, Bruebach, Burnett, Byall, Calvert, Canino, Carlson, Cavender, Condon, Davis, DeFrance, Emery, Faulkner, Finding, Fisher, Fleck, Frageman, Fratzke, Friedrich, Gresser, Grieger, Gruel, Hagberg, Hamann, Hawke, Haxton, Heath, Henderson, Hulett, Ittel, Jahnke, Johnson, Keilman, Kemp, Keppel, Killigrew, Kipp, Koehler, Krull, Lee, Livingston, MacIver, Mackey, MacPherson, Manteuffel, Maybaum, Melin, Mellon, Miller, Mygren, Nelson, Newman, Owen, Pattee, Paxton, Peddicord, Penniman, Peterson, Peterson, Phillips, Pierson, Quinlan, Raschka, Rhodes, Rohwedder, Roper, Rose, Rossow, Scharbach, Scheidt, Schmelter, Shearer, Shoemaker, Shore, Shults, Siegesmund, Sitzenstock, Stocker, Stoeckert, Strom, Strong, Swanson, Thompson, Traeger, Tyler, Vincent, Voorhis, Walters, Weaver, Wheaton, Wild, Wilson, Wood, Wrobbel, Yetter

Monday, March 16, 2015

His Sweet Colleen

2015-3-16. 1913-03-15-a
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Images courtesy of Eldon Harms.

Herman Harms sent this from Ainsworth on March 14, 1913, addressed to his sweet colleen in Hobart. The next day, for some reason, it was up in Chicago, getting postmarked there. Perhaps Minnie was visiting relatives or friends there, and someone in Hobart kindly forwarded it to her.

2015-3-16. 1913-03-15-b

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Spring Break

I have to take a break from daily posting. I'm developing a case of Computer Elbow.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Norma Lindborg Berg, 1916-2015

Norma Lindborg
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Image courtesy of Norma Lindborg Berg.

The songbird of Ainsworth has flown.

Or maybe that is not a good metaphor — it's true that Norma loved to sing, and retained her sweet soprano even into her nineties; but "songbird" suggests something flighty and elusive, and that wasn't Norma. She was reliable. She was a worker.

Norma Lindborg Berg was one of the first people I talked to when I started my historical research. She was 93 when I met her. I was a stranger asking for her help; she received me graciously, and spent many hours talking with me about her family, her neighbors, and her long life in Ainsworth. In the process, we became friends.

I admired her. She was intelligent and strong-willed, but with a sense of humor; she was kind, conscientious, and tactful, and cheerful in spite of the difficulties of old age and the troubles she had gone through in her life.

But what I think of most when I think of her is this: sometimes, when we went outdoors, whether to work in the yard or to go grocery shopping, she would stop and look up at the sky — and that cost her some effort, as her spine was bent from osteoporosis, and her eyesight was dimming — she would look up and say, in a voice full of wonder, "What beautiful clouds!" Later, lying in her bed at a nursing home, she would gaze out the window, up to the blue sky and those beautiful clouds. At the age of 93, 95, 97, she was still amazed by the everyday beauty of the world — that really struck me, and stays with me.

Now the songbird has flown, or the worker has left the vineyard, but always, when I look up to the sky and think how beautiful the clouds are, I will remember Norma.