Saturday, June 11, 2016

Summer Memories About Thunderstorms and Hay Making the Old Way...

Bob Berndt and Jim Groves share memories.  Bob begins with this on June 10, 2016:

One of the Midwest's summer spectacular events is just coming to an end.
A big boomer of a thunderstorm. You all remember how so often after hot summer days, big storms seemed to follow. We hit the mid 90's today, and sure enough, late afternoon the sky's clouded over, and the winds picked up. Got really dark as heavy rains with some small hail hit. Nothing for lightning here, but a lot of thunder.

This is the kind of weather that makes farmers tremble these days, as in the past. Young corn could be shredded by the hail, and take the whole crop out. I remember the days being on my uncle's farm as well as the summers I worked for the folks. In August when the oats were looking so good it seemed too often that some storm came along and flattened it all. One summer working at the folks, Debbie Heuer had a field of oats across the road from our barn. He had swathed it, but a storm came along and really drove it down in the ground. No way was it going to dry. But nothing was going to go to waste there, as for the next day or two, Debbie and Jesse were out there with pitch forks, picking up all the rows and turning them over so it would dry. Talk about working by the sweat of your brow. Brutal.

June is Dairy Days yet in Wisconsin. Butterfest in Sparta this weekend, and local events all over the state. Here is a website to see what you are missing out by not being in Wisconsin in June.

Strawberries are in full swing, and yes indeed there is rhubarb around too .

The biggest scent of the summer, the smell of fresh hay, is also in the air as haying is in full swing. The days of even the small square balers is almost a thing of the past. So much goes into haylage, and first crop was cut already in May. What is baled this month is either in these huge round or square bales.

Haying on a small Wisconsin dairy farm is a good topic for another day.
So many memories of haying. Right now sitting in the cool of air conditioning, and not thinking about two loads of hay to stack the next morning seems ok. But mowing hay in the relative cool of the morning was nicer than on a hot afternoon when you were getting close to the roof.


Bob
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Now Jim shares his memories about haying when we were still using a team of horses for the work.

Dear Bob,

1.  Thanks for stirring up the memories.

Jim Groves, Marvin Hunger and Jesse Heuer at Cross Ridge School Reunion in Sept. 2015

2.  I guess you didn't get to see Jesse Heuer last September at Cross Ridge School.  He had been very ill and had surgery in Arizona (I think) so was just fortunate to be alive. (I think his surgery might have been in CA - Lee)

3.  Before we got a power hay lift in the barn, we initially used one of the horses to pull the rope to unload the loose hay from the hay trailer up into the mow.  I had the horse step on my foot once which wasn't much fun as my duty then was to lead the horse out north of the barn pulling the rope.

4.  Dad had to take the worst job of mowing the loose hay in the early years before we got the small round baler.  On a hot, humid July or August afternoon mowing loose hay could be brutal with the sweat running down your face and the hay chaff falling down your neck inside the back of your wringing-wet shirt.
Haying on the Groves farm near Viroqua, WI.  Grandpa Bill Groves is raking hay with the team of horses.  Perhaps Mom is driving the tractor with Dad or Hubert on the load.
 5.  Since I'm into talking about the loose hay days (before bales), let me provide a program lineup of the players:  Dad - mowing/pitching hay in the barn; Mom - set the hay fork on the wagon;  Jim - lead the horse/later drove the tractor to pull the hay fork into the mow; whichever girl was not doing their nails - pull the slack rope back to the barn to prepare for the next hay fork load;  next available girl - bring fruit jars of cold water from the house to the barn. (Note from Lee:  I was right there slaving away leading the horse out and back also.  My nails had no idea that filing and polishing existed!)

6.  Yes, it sure would be nice to smell some drying alfalfa about now; that really is a favorite scent of the summer farm experience.

Jim

P.S.  Bob, you should write a book, you articulate well.  We can visualize what you are saying.

Carolyn

P.S.  Bob, you can write your stories and share them on this blog as you prepare the chapters of your book.

Lee

June 12, 2016
Kathy Gettrust and Barb Drew  "haying" in Norway after just having their nails and hair done!
Sisters Barb and Kak are in Norway this June 2016 for Barb to speak at a medical meeting and for Kak to celebrate her 70th birthday.  They sent a photo "claiming" to be haying in Norway!!!  And to communicate that years ago they would not have been in absentia for haying help because of getting their nails done but because they were fighting over hair rollers!  That would have been a real possibility!  

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

June 7, 1941 - Wedding Day for James & Edna Groves...

If James Burton Groves and Edna Virginia Matson Groves were still alive, this would be their 75th wedding anniversary.
William & Amanda Groves
Wedding Day November 27, 1910
Ryegate, Montana
Amanda and baby James -
born on Montana homestead -
October 26, 1913
Dad and Mom lived to celebrate their 65th wedding anniversary in 2006 but Dad died in late August of that year.


James Burton Groves was born in Ryegate, MT on October 26, 1913.  His parents met in Montana as Amanda, from Forest City, Iowa, was staking her claim to a homestead there.  William, from his birthplace in Newton, NE, was working in the harvest and supporting homesteaders in a variety of ways.

Baby James
Edna Virginia Matson
July 23, 1919
Ludvick & Tessie Matson

 Edna Virginia Matson was born in the farm home of her parents, Ludvick and Tessie Oliver Matson, on July 23, 1919 near Viroqua, WI.


James and Edna met at a Lutheran Church in Westby, WI.  My Dad was singing and playing with his 3 siblings for a service which my mother was attending.  She was introduced after the service to the handsomest man she'd ever seen.
Groves Quartet: Hubert, Vernon, Mildred and James...                                     



They soon began to date...


They shared time in the out-of-doors as they worked in the Groves' maple grove...
After a year or so of dating, he must have popped the question...
Edna Matson - age 21...
There was a bridal shower probably in early 1941 and members of both families attended.
James and Edna flanking Marit Matson,
Edna's paternal Grandmother


Ludvick and Mom's Stepmother, Ella Matson, as well as Amanda and Bill Groves attended the shower.  This was held at the Groves family farm where Dad was farming with his brother, Hubert.



James and Edna at the shower...
And finally we come to photos of the wedding day.
Pastor Ferguson had conducted tent meetings nearby which were attended by the Groves family.  They responded in faith to his message of salvation and continued to revere him as a godly pastor.
Best Man, Vernon Groves; Maid of Honor, Mildred Groves - our Aunt Ming
Hand-picked bouquets of peonies from the farm garden, a dress ordered from the Sears Catalog and love that lasted a lifetime.  
and stopped for a formal portrait in LaCrosse, WI

They headed off on their honeymoon...
Another lovely portrait of the happy couple..

How grateful I am that the Lord allowed this godly couple to be my parents.
Their love and devotion to God and each other are an example and model of how two very different people can have an enduring marriage through times of sadness and times of joy
if both remain faithful to the Lord and their wedding vows.

With these photos and deep love and gratitude,


I honor your lives, Dad and Mom.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

The Florence Nightingale Iris...


Margelyn Amanda Groves Berndt shares some memories and thoughts about her mother, 
Edna Virginia Matson Groves...  June 5, 2016
Edna and Margelyn - August 30, 2006 - at Maplewood Terrace
Dear Family,
Florence Nightingale Iris
I just learned today, from a FB friend's post, that there is a dark purple iris called 'Florence Nightingale'. I think that is SO cool, since iris's were one of Mom's favorite flowers, as well as purple/lavender being her favorite color! Combined with her dream of being a nurse, this 'Florence Nightingale' iris, captures it all! Her dream was never professionally fulfilled, but I believe it was lived out through her interest in medical knowledge, hospital visitation, volunteering at Gundersen-Lutheran Hospital
James & Edna Groves as hospital volunteers in LaCrosse, WI
and her God given gifts of nurturing, caring & encouragement. We can attest to her 'nursing skills' applied to us personally.

I recently was reminded of Florence Nightingale, as I was privileged to stand and recite the 'Florence
Christopher Berndt & Megan Johnson -
to be married Oct. 8, 2016
Margelyn and Megan Johnson
Nightingale Pledge', along with Megan's nursing class & other nurses in the audience, at Megan's nursing graduation on May 23rd. I only wish she & Megan could have met, this side of heaven.  She would have been so proud, seeing her dream becoming a continued reality in family & succeeding generations!
Florence Nightingale Iris
Iris's have always reminded me of mom......but now, even more!





Love,

Marge