Showing posts with label stormy weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stormy weather. Show all posts

10/21/12

Easter blizzard of 1873

In the spring of 1871 we sold our spare horses and other belongings; and loaded a Car for
Lincoln Nebraska ----
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{In the summer our Son Christian was born but died a few month later} here at Lincoln I worked my two teams, excavating cellars and hauling freight, from  [   ] City and other places:,,  In the fall of 1872., I drove my Mule team, to The Republican Valley; where I homesteaded my farm in Section 35 – town 3 –Rang[r] 20 west 6th Principal Meridian -- -- -- during the colder weather, I drove back to Lincoln, and in The spring, took my wife and Baby’s along and arrived on our homestead, on the 12th day April 1873. -- -- On the 13th day of April, just after unloading our belongings, a most fearfull rain and snowstorm set in; which lasted over Three days; and we had neither food nor shelter for our poor teams – and fed them the husk out of our strawticks;,,  We ourselves found a little protection, in an open Log [shant] without any roof on the same:” -- -- What your dear Mother, and Myself suffered, to keep our little Baby’s warm and dry, you can not imagine – and my pen is too poor, to describe the same!! -- -- -- -- -- Our horses and mules, broke loose from cold and hunger, the second night – and it was on the, 3rd day after the storm, that I Tracked

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Them to the mouth of the Sappa:”-- -- Soon after this, I found a couple of homesteaders, hired them to help, put up our first Log Cabin in which our daughter Elizabeth was born July 25th 1873. -- -- Now we went to work with a good free will; digging a well, putting up a shed for the teams, breaking a little of the Prairie sod, and put in a few acre of Corn, and the rest of the time, I used the Armstrong machine; and put up as much Prairie hay as possible. – Of course our harvest didn’t amount to much; for we planted so little – but the pesky Grasshoppers, came along, anyhow; -- and looked over the location; so as to be able to find it the following Year:” -- -- --
The next year, we broke out about 15 Acres and would have had a nice bit of Corn; but The hoppers Came, and saved me the trouble of husking it:,, -- -- -- -- Then came the Year 1875. and with it our Son Adolph, on April 21st. -- -- -- Now we had on hand five hungry little ones ==  a   part   of   our   happy   lives!! But they had to be fed, and Clothed; and the measly hoppers took ever thing,
That we Expected to harvest:,,
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So There were many heartaches, of what to do in The future!!:”  We kept on a planting and sowing; but even The Uear 1876; our entire crops were distroyed[sic], when we almost had a big Corn Crop in our reach == at times we were much discouraged; but Yet we held on and struggled for our little Band:,, -- -- --
The Year 1877. was a blessed one for all of us, besides an abundant Corn and Wheat Crop;; we harvested a bouncing Baby girl, for on May 2nd our Cathariene was born, -- to help us, to chase the hoppers = but she came to late; for the Bugs must have got scared and They never bothered us afterwards! -- -- --

From now on, Time passed somewhat easier for The Children grew up like Sunflowers; and were soon able to help a little here and there; {In the Year 1879, our daughter Maggie was born but died a few mont later;,,} 

{The Year 1881 brought us our Son Henry who also died when but a few month old:}
     So time passed with Sorrow – Grief --; and happiness; for all of us:,, -- -- -- Excepting The Year 1880, we raised fair to good Crops, and with The Childrens help; we got along pretty well:,, but yet we needed
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Help, for if one on the top of the list got married; it was nessessary [sic], that another took her place == == == == == So on The 11th day of October 1882. our Son Nicolai was born; and promised to take The burden off The old mans shoulders = but that still left your Mother, to carry her big and heavy load: -- -- -- -- -- Therefore kind providence was with us; and on The 15th day of August 1884 our daughter Dorothy was born;,, --

This made it an even dozen; That the good Lord had given to us;,, and as we now look back over the past; we must say:,, Father in Heaven we Thank Thee:, Amen!!
In the Year 1885, we sold off, our stock on hand; for I was too sickly; to do the farm work any longer – we rented a house in Orleans, where we lived until The fall 1889, when we moved to our farm 12 ½ miles west of Orleans; and which I had prepared while living in The City. -- -- -- During our residence in Orleans of four years;,, I worked in a store – and one winter I taught German, to a Class of Eleven;, all grown Men & women. ==
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While here I was thrown down, on my sick bed, for a couple of month, suffering from Neuralgia of The heart, and at the same time of Erysipelas over the whole head:’- What I suffered, when near death door; nobody Knows but me – and  The  almighty  father  in  Heaven

From The fall of 1889 untill the spring of 1910, we lived on our farm, west of town; then we moved into one of our houses; which we had built in 1909. and where we now live happy and contended[sic]== spending our old age, in peacefull retirement, and will not go forth, to any other home, until The good Lord says;,, Come!! -- --
Now in conclusion, of This short;; and Yet long life == of your old parents == let me say to you, our dear Children; That at all times, we never looked for trouble in The future!!  We always took the bright side, of happenings, as They came to us; and were always trying to face The Sun:  So That we could’nt[sic] see any shadow!= And to you each and every one we would say:
Always  try  and  face  the  Sun!!
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Don’t hunt for trouble!
But look for success –-
You will find what you look for –-
Don’t look for distress -- --
If you see but your shadow
Remember I pray
That The sun is still shining –
But you are in the way. –
Don’t grumble, don’t bluster
Don’t dream and don’t shirk –
Don’t Think of your worries;,,
But Think of your work;” –
The worries, wil vanish –
The work will be done -- -- --
For no one, sees his shadow –
Who faces the Sun !!!—
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Yours with Eternal Love;,, your
Mother and Father
Dorothy and August Sasse

October 15, 1911.
Orleans Harlan County
Nebr
 © 2012 Nancy L. Ruder

4/3/12

Look Mama, no rust!

Glad to get my new vehicle home to its carport this afternoon with no hail damage.  Many places in the DFW area have serious tornado and storm damage. There have been at least twelve tornadoes in the region. I don't have the latest information, but I'm glad my students are safe, and our school was not in the path of a storm.

We spent most of the afternoon in the windowless interior lunchroom in distraction/diversion mode. None of the students worried, so I think we were very successful. Lots of teachers tap-dancing in North Texas today!

Several friends suggested that my 1996 Skylark would not get a trade-in offer, and that I would have to pay to have the car hauled away.  Some said the only value was the cool  EARTH bumper sticker.  The good news is I had a replacement bumper sticker in reserve in hopes that I would one day have a new vehicle.



My two daughters-in-law have heard me rhapsodize about my newlywed 1980 brown Toyota Corolla, and suggested I would buy a new Corolla. Gotta love these smart women in my family now!  But no, not a Corolla.

Most people guessed small, fuel-efficient vehicles. Danger Baby offered his usual Chevy Malibu suggestion.  Friends with magical thinking guessed a pick-up truck or maybe a bright red Prius convertible!  Nobody guessed a '61 Plymouth Sport Fury, but I still would love to own one!

My dad's longtime home health helper guessed I got another Buick Skylark. Sharla's is the best guess and wins one autographed license plate. Just have to figure out how a car can sign an autograph!  Danger Baby was closest with his $401 guess on the trade-in offer.  His prize license plate will be a classy item in his law office!

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So what did I get?  Enquiring minds want to know how I'll be driving my traveling worms around to their performances.

Yup.  A Buick.  A 2002 Century with only 30K miles!  It's a cream puff.  A little old lady only drove it to church and kept it in her garage.

I hope a reader will tell me the expression for verbally carrying on and on in glowing, golden, melodic terms to compliment someone or something.  Geez!  Is this the beginning of dementia?  All I can think of is

raps his naughtic
rhaps hypnotic
hips rhapsodic
lapse hypsrhosdic

Please, please help.  I'm so far off I can't even find a way to search for this frequently used expression.


© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder

3/21/12

New growth on prickly pear

I love the tension between sharp greens and heavy-laden grays of spring,.  I love the sprouts and the storms, the dang piccolos versus kettle drums, Peter Rabbit vs. Old Mr. MacGregor on Pay-Per-View.  The contest gets me through the sinus headaches and aggravations of sticky, green pollen coating my windshield.  The pollen defies the washer fluid and gets smeared by tired wipers. The cobalt violet of blooming redbuds adds the neon shock of pain and ecstasy, much like the time the otorhinolaryngologist rammed his scope into my deviated septum.  This is spring.



en garde  (ä gärd)
interj.
Used to warn a fencer to assume the position preparatory to a match.

[French : en, on + garde, guard.]

[Disc 3 of my "Carmen" cd is damaged right where Don Jose and Escamillo fight.  And I dreamt I forgot to shave my legs.  Knew the crossword puzzle answer for the clue "Gillette blade" though--ATRA]


Felt like I'd been through the woodchipper even before arriving home from work.  The elementary students did the printmaking for the music festival invitations, and the results will be totally awesome.  Tonight this art teacher will have a bad case of brayer shoulder and should go to bed early.  Thanks to the glittergoods blogger for this perfect spring green brayer illustration:

The lawn service guys for the condo are sending today's prunings through a real woodchipper.  The high-pitched whine makes the hairs on my arms stand straight up and shriek.  Yup.  Spring.  Now 'scuse me while I ice my March madness injury! 



© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder

7/23/11

Are you comfortable?

Hi, Dad.  Are you comfortable sitting that way?  It's almost supper time.

Just before he tried to eat his cherry pie with the wrong end of the spoon, Dad whispered, "Where are we?"

We are at the nursing home in Plano, Texas.  
Dad pointed his quivering fingers at the art poster I tacked on his wall last weekend.  "Where?"

Going down the Missouri, Dad.  Fur traders.  See the bundle of furs.  I don't know why they have a cat, Dad.  I always wonder about that.*


"Comfortable," Dad whispered.

Comfortable? 


"I am comfortable," he said.

After a long period of silence, Dad mouthed inaudible words again.  I moved from the armchair to perch next to his skinny leg on the edge of his bed, the better to read his lips.  Again please. Slowly Dad whispered, "Are ...  you ... comfortable?"  The question hung above us in a heavy speech bubble.

I could not answer immediately.  Too many possibilities.  Falling back on my lifelong coping skill I laughed and said I wasn't comfortable or secure, that I would probably fall off the edge of the bed onto the floor if Dad sneezed or wiggled.

Instead of falling off, I fed Dad the cherry pie, then chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy.  He reached for the milk carton himself.  He did not slap my hand holding the fork away.  Instead, he ran his long, yellow fingernails against my wrist, seeming to signal a willingness to be fed another bite.  So sad, so sad.  My arm could feel his touch, but could his fingers sense a connection?

Top four meanings for Dad's question:

  • Simple mimickry--just a slow reverb echo of my question with no meaning attached.
  • Are we getting settled in our delusional home, the one where Dad is the foster child in the parsonage?
  • Am I accepting his inevitable death?  Can Dad still think about philosophy and emotions when he can't use dining utensils?
  • Am I in decent shape financially?  Dad would have asked that question five years ago, but probably not today.

Dad and I have shared a lifetime of quiet togetherness, questions, and waiting.  We are the lag between the lightning and the thunder counting, sitting on the front stoop, eating ice cream from tall glasses.

We are maps, family trees, and imaginary blueprints refined on long walks after big dinners in small towns.

We are the expectation of good sportsmanship hovering over the group of kids playing Crazy Eights at his feet.

We are the slow watching and turning of the marshmallows on the skewer over the gray-orange coals, and the careful emptying of the grass-catcher on the Montgomery Ward lawnmower.

We are linked by bridges between Matisse, Buckminster Fuller, Charles Eames, and Alexander Calder.

We are the red and white bobber on the surface of the fishing pond.  We are figuring square roots on long hot road trips.

Are we comfortable?

*Art sources insist the cat in George Caleb Bingham's painting is a young bear cub.

© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder

5/27/11

Visualize whirled worms

World peace is beyond my control.  "Whirled peas" always brings mental images of bad junior high cafeteria tricks back at Millard Lefler in the late-Sixties.  Whirled worms might be manageable with a touch of Doppler radar.  

Whirred worries about worms are causing an undercurrent of anxiety as my Worm Show moment of fame approaches.  In just a few weeks I'll be presenting a "We Dig Worms" event for a nearby public library summer reading program.  My worms are not at the peak of their training, ready for Olympic competition.  And the worms are far ahead of me!


Tuesday evening I sorted worms from humus while tracking weather watch radar on t.v.  Joplin, Missouri was on my mind, as were memories of Omaha in 1975.  I moved my worm bin to the living room so I could sort while watching t.v.  I was afraid I'd have to take my bin of little critters with me into my "safe room" (aka downstairs bathroom).


We were lucky.  It rained hard, but my area didn't get any hail.  This weather dude kept talking about the curving tail motion on the storm cells.

© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder

4/23/11

Catching the bus to Pierce

Got a call early this morning informing me Dad had crawled out of bed onto the floor.  No injuries, thank heaven.  He seemed about the same when I got over to Life Care, except his eyes were only half open. 

Dad's first question was if his mother still had a telephone.  I didn't tell him Halma died close to thirty years ago.  He was worried she wouldn't know he'd be arriving on the bus.  He didn't think he had any clothes or shoes that fit, and no money for a haircut.  Dad did not want to arrive in Pierce without a nice haircut.

I was worrying about Danger Baby's inlaws in St. Louis, and tuned in the Weather Channel for tornado news.  Dad was worrying about getting to the depot on time.  It's all about needing more time, or thyme:



Just In Time 
By Jule Styne, Adolph Green, Betty Comden, performed by Dudley Moore

Just in time

you’ve found me

just in time


Before you came my time was running low


I was lost the losing dice were tossed


My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go

Thank heaven in all the tossed airplanes no lives were lost!

© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder

6/11/10

Crazy Day tornado drill

Crazy Day is the fabulously popular tradition for the last day at my school. The children love wearing their clothes inside-out or backwards, with mismatched shoes, and ponytails smack in the middle of their foreheads in a My Little Pony meets Medusa style.

This year the big thrill of Crazy Day was the spring disaster drill. To a preschooler it doesn't get any better than hearing a loud whistle and heading rapidly to the lunchroom to huddle on the floor and cover ones head. "Can we do that again? Can we do it every Crazy Day?," they clamored. Who said entertainment has to be expensive?

My own Crazy Day was delayed. I didn't feel properly crazy due to dental problems at the end of school. Instead I waited until I was working at the uncrazy library to wear my clothes backwards, although unintentionally. I'm sure I went to work this morning with the skirt zipper on my left, but when I got home the zipper was on my right. Is a sheet of Bounce hanging out of my sleeve to complete the look?


© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder

6/10/10

June severe weather watch fashions

The search for perfect Mother of the Groom shoes has been this vacation week's prioritiy. After several purchases and returns, I'm feeling good about the latest choice. The shoes seem steady for standing in a reception line, and for being ushered to my seat without tripping. I would not want to wear them in severe weather, though.


During Weather Watch Radar radio broadcast interruptions I realized my dress for Danger Baby's big event is the color of a threatening Nebraska June thunderstorm. On the tag, the dress color is "Pacific". Since I've never been west of Moab, Utah, I don't know diddly about "Pacific". It's about the same for the new collegiate athletic conference realignment.

My dress for the upcoming wedding resembles my '96 Buick Skylark with potential hail up to golf ball size. This weekend I get to attend the Texas Ballet Theatre's version of "Sleeping Beauty". I don't want to look like Maleficent, the bad fairy in Disney's "Sleeping Beauty", but maybe if the mother-in-law looks like a tornado watch, the marriage will have fewer storms!


© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder

11/3/09

Halloween hike at Connemara Meadow

Thank heaven it was a bright, crisp morning for my hike at Connemara Meadow. If it had been another dark, rainy day I might have burrowed deep under the covers and skipped it. We had thirty-two days of rain during September and October, resulting in 14.5 inches of precipitation and a whole lot of crazed preschoolers who couldn't go outside for recess. My frame of mind was getting overcast and mildewed.

Goldenrod

Our naturalist guide mentioned several times that prairie ecosystems are dependent on disruption for survival. Without fires, droughts, and grazing, a prairie would be overgrown with forest. Because the meadow preserve is surrounded by development now, a controlled burn is out of the question. Mowing is the only way the ecosystem can be disturbed. Mowing is a way to stunt the invasive, non-native Johnson grass to let native plants have a chance.

Wood-oats, or inland sea oats

I'm feeling like my mental meadow is getting overgrown and might be due for some disruption. It could be time to mow back some invasive, agressive non-natives.


Flower structure for the carrot family

© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder

6/17/09

Headless Sherman and extra-inning Reds


My Ohio roadtrip highlights reel includes a child jumping out of a car wearing her softball uniform. She was hurrying into Pickerington, Ohio's own Planet Coffee with her dad. I was stunned by her fabulous candy cane/barber pole knee socks. I was so envious!

Neither the Cincinnati Reds nor the Chicago Cubs had such awesome socks. I loved watching boats and barges on the river beyond the stadium as our game went into extra innings.

Planet Coffee has another claim to fame. A statue of General William Tecumseh Sherman stands near the coffee shop patio in this strip mall. Sherman is missing his head. The statue is nonequestrian. Why is it there?

I've got to give Ohio credit. It sure provokes a lot of Googling for trivia answers. Turns out the real General Sherman was born not far from Pickerington in Lancaster, Ohio. Maybe coffee shops in Lincoln, Nebraska should have headless statues of General John J. Pershing or perennial presidential candidate, William Jennings Bryan.

Back home in North Texas we've had odd rainbow sherbet skies in the evenings. Three dips--lemon, orange, and lime, but no waffle cones. It takes many days to reset myself after a roadtrip. The questions raised on a good trip keep me searching for many stay-at-home months.


© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder

10/1/08

Renewing raindrops


I like this fabric, too. It reminds me that the anticipated storm brings the needed moisture to the soil allowing growth. The storm is not just a sky show.


The brown doesn't work with all the car window blocks. I'm a bit concerned about the fabric fading.


While I was waiting for the clerk to measure and cut the fabric I was subjected to Neil Diamond's 1971 "I Am, I Said." I'd have preferred B. J. Thomas singing "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head," from 1969. Thank heaven it wasn't the 1968 Richard Harris version of "MacArthur Park." I don't think that I could take it, as it took too long to bake it--Even longer than this project has taken!

© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder

Flying Purple People Quilter

It's a challenge trying to get a true color in a series of photos from different distances. My camera and photo software have both "helped" me until you wouldn't think this purple batik fabric is the same in all three views.



I bought a little end-of-bolt piece, and the color does work with the car window blocks. The pattern has a rainy feel to it.



I'm just not sure if I'm a purple person!



Sure looks strange to me!--Sheb Wooley, June 1958.
Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater
I like short shorts
Flyin' little people eater
Sure looks strange to me (Purple People?)

© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder

9/30/08

$295/yard

The air is just faintly crisp. Fall has officially arrived. My creative energy is coming back, but sadly, the hummingbirds have left the patio.

Back to the design problem of the Kansas car window storm quilt blocks. I have decided to use two or three of the blocks as stand-alone wall-hangings to work out design and technical questions. I received some great input on fabric and color options, including using headliner car fabric or trying a batik pattern.

Although I've worked near Kay's Fabric Center in Richardson, Texas for a long time, I'd never visited the store. I don't sew clothes for myself any more, and no longer make childrens' theater or Halloween costumes. Still, I felt like I'd entered Aladdin's cave when I found the incredible designer fabrics in this thirty-eight year-old, family-owned store at 518 W. Arapaho Rd,. Suite 113, Richardson, TX 75080.

Maybe a more timely analogy would be Howard Carter telling Lord Carnarvon that he could see "wonderful things" as he peered into Tut's tomb in 1922. These were fabrics fit for pharoahs, fairy godmothers, overpaid professional athletes, and Mozart's Queen of the Night. King Tut's treasures will be on display at the Dallas Museum of Art beginning this month.

When I reached visual stimulus overload, the store's staff led me on a tactile tour of luxurious wools. Like a tasting of fine wines, this experience took me far beyond my station in life! These fabrics were finer than those sewn for the Emperor's New Clothes. Even my inexperienced fingers could tell the difference between $150/yd. wool and $295/yd. wool. Three and a half yards would make a suit for a normal-sized captain of finance. It could take six or more yards to create a suit for a Dallas Cowboy or Dallas Maverick.

Sadly, I had to admit I was looking for a flat-fold remnant priced near $1.99/yd. to test color and construction techniques for my Kansas blocks. My price range is closer to Laura Ingalls Wilder's dugout on the banks of Plum Creek than Aladdin's jewels or Michael Irvin's closet. It was on up the trail to the sewing/craft chain store for me.


This gray quilting cotton could pass fairly well as the interior of a slightly rusty '96 Buick. It wouldn't detract from the intense colors of a July thunderstorm over lush green Kansas fields.


© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder

7/13/08

Two New Windows

Two new Buick "quilt windows" bring the total to sixteen. I still had a lot of the same or very similar dyed fabrics in the big box in the closet, so I've pulled them out and made a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor. The sewing machine is up and running, along with the ironing board. You could call my decor Eclectic Obstacle Course.



The comments from readers were so well-thought out. I'm very awed and grateful that you took the time to write your design ideas for the spacing, configuration, background fabric, and quilting. I definitely won't be stuffing the project back in the box now!



The window blocks need considerable background space around them to breathe. Size is a major consideration, as each block is twenty-seven inches wide, and sixteen inches tall. I tried giving the blocks more space, and arranging them by horizon line and storm development. Unfortunately, I ran out of living room floor!




© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder

7/3/08

Kansas storm quilt of 1999

Was it really only nine years ago this weekend that my sons and I drove the Buick to Nebraska to spend July 4th with my parents? That was the summer of the owl family living in the maple tree, now taken over by the baby squirrels.



The boys played ping-pong in the basement wearing flamboyant Hawaiian shirts. They touched the wrong buttons on the cable t.v. box, and sometimes failed to follow the prescribed procedure regarding the exhaust fan in the one-bathroom house, making my dad crabby. My youngest was finally starting to eat hamburgers and steak at age twelve, causing a great multi generation sigh of relief. My oldest was gaining competence as a driver, although his brothers still huddled in the backseat praying for their lives. We shot off fireworks from the sidewalk.



I didn't know then to remember the visit as the last time we would all be together in Lincoln. What I remember most vividly is our drive through Kansas watching the development of a huge storm cloud above the astonishingly green fields and windbreaks.



When we returned to Texas, I went on a crazed attempt to capture that drive. My materials were inexpensive RIT dyes, salt, glue, bleach, old bedsheets and blouses, dotted swiss and drapery remnants, cords and threads. This would be my third road trip quilt effort. I dyed, pieced, and hand-quilted a fabric commemoration of a solo trip to Palo Duro canyon in '97, and pieced a quilt top inspired by New Mexico vacations in '98.



I pieced, then cut, pieced again and recut the fabric. Eventually I cut it into fourteen blocks using my Buick's backseat window as the pattern. Then real life demands took over. I never knew how to solve the quilt-top, or had the time.



My recent stormy visit to Nebraska provoked me to unearth this unfinished project from a box in the closet. The "car windows" are photographed from the loft bedroom overlooking the condo living room. I'm hoping Winnowings and her readers will suggest designs to finish the quilt top. Maybe I should just cut the blocks into rectangles and make sofa pillows. Maybe I should use the blocks as starting points for embroidery projects....




© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder

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