Previously…. Jan. 20 1930 I was….
talking to mother this evening and she said they had received a telegram from Los Angeles saying that Mildred Dufer had died. It was quite unexpected as we didn’t know she had been really sick.
Tues. January 21, 1930
The weather was a lot better today. The temperature doesn’t seem much higher but the sun shone and it seemed quite a lot warmer to me. I made out an order to Montgomery Wards Co. this evening.
Wed. January 22, 1930
It won’t be long now until the 8th grade exams. The only study I really have my doubts about is grammar.
I talked to mother this evening. She said she had got a letter from Wyce and she said it had been 37 below zero out there last Sun. At Henry Field’s the temperaturePg. 17 — Grandma’s Day Journal– My Hunter Family Collection
Mildred Dufer raised some questions for us. Looking up some documents on Ancestry we found she was only 33 years old. Her mother was my great, great aunt Alice D. Davis, who was my Great Grandmother Harriet ‘Hattie’ Davis Reed’s sister. What we can learn from spoken legend from my mother is that her Mildred’s granddaughter was a penpal to my mother. So Eileen Hunter (my mom) wrote to Eileen Gardiner of Los Angeles, CA. Totally confused yet?? We have had several Eileens in the family. And Alice’s. Alice Davis was my Great, Great aunt and I also was blessed with an Aunt Alice, my mother’s sister. Anyway, if you are totally confused by now I’ll just move along with some cool photos of a couple of these people above. Those in my family might wanna see these as well. You never know who will be enamored with family history- other than myself. So here goes.
Catherine migrated from Germany in 1857 with her parents and 3 sisters on a sailing ship. They did not land on Ellis Island like so many did. They landed in Boston. According to some personal research I did at the Mid-Continental Library years ago, Catherine’s father was a shoemaker. Or so the ship’s log said. This was before internet and when younger me didn’t think about making a paper copy. And now during Covid, visiting a library in another city is not gonna happen….for awhile. Something to look forward to.
I don’t know the year this photo was taken. I may go back later and look it up and add it in if it’s there. Thanks! to the family member who added these to our family tree info online. It’s pretty wonderful to put faces to names.
So speaking of penpals, I have had several in my lifetime. My very first was my Aunt Zula. Now there’s a topic for discussion someday. Such a ball of energy! But rather than bore you with the rest of the pen friend names, I’ll just say that many have disappeared as time went on. A few are still around thanks to FaceBook, one of the few pluses of social media. But maybe social media has caused the decline in letter writing? Have you tried looking for stationery in a store lately? It’s nearly non-existent. Printing your own on a computer is much easier. Along with typing one up rather than writing by hand. In my own defense, my hands tend to fall asleep at times when writing. Old age probs. They’re real.
Still crocheting away though. One thing my Aunt Zula taught me in the very beginning was to hold my thread and needle correctly. She told me then that it would save me from wrist issues in my later years. She was right. I’ve been crocheting some lacey items this last few evenings. Sharing a quick peek being it’s getting so close to Christmas. These 2 are ready to be dunked in stiffener and blocked. Hoping they’ll make someone smile when they open their Christmas card this year–which I am extremely behind on this year. Ugh!
It’s been good to have you here! Til next time, stay safe.