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Don't you just love the technology we have available to us today? I found this old picture among my packing items, so thought I'd share a bit of a story about my Aunt Dorothy.
What a lovely lady, my Aunt Dorothy was. That's here holding me when I was just a little shaver. Dorothy was just two years older than my mom, and in this picture, was still a single gal. After high school, she went off to "teacher's college" to become an elementary teacher back in the day. She married Uncle Herman when he was in uniform during WWII, and waited for him to return from Germany. They had three daughters, Karen, Kay and Lori, who are just very lovely cousins. We don't get to see each other very often, as all live still in Illinois.
When I was a child, Herman and Dorothy lived on a small 80-acre farm outside Hartsburg, IL, where Dorothy and my mother actually grew up. My grandparents had moved to town, leaving the Scully Lease to them. Dorothy had a fabulous and huge garden, and I remember well the apricot tree from which she made these wonderful jams. A tire swing hung from one of the sturdy branches. The house was very small, but I remember the little pantry off the kitchen where there were wonderful cookies or cakes whenever our families were together to play cards. The card game of choice was pinochle.
Sources of income for them were the chickens, the milk cows, Dorothy's income from teaching, and Uncle Herman's pay for working at the Ag Extension office. The milking was very time consuming, as it had to be done twice a day, no matter what. They were very confined, as you can imagine.
There was a small building just a short distance from the house, called the milkhouse, actually. If I were staying with them over a weekend, we had baths out in this building in a galvanized tub, as it was some time before they had a shower or bathtub in the house. Such a simple life, but left many happy memories for me. I loved her dearly.
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