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Uncle Mahlon’s Story (part 2)
My earliest memory of my mother, Teresa, was how every child had a job. Marjorie was responsible for looking after me. Marjorie also made clothes such as dresses or shirts for Cleopha. My favorite memory to share about my mother is one time we were playing a game of hide and go seek after supper. Beatrice decided to stand on a five-gallon bucket in a dress, which hung all the way down to the floor to wash dishes. No one could find Beatrice, but Teresa was in on the joke the whole time standing outside in the cold. However, the real joke was on Beatrice because she ended up washing and drying all of the dishes!
My earliest memory of my father, Adolph was there is not much to tell about him. When father hollered at you, you got up and when he was tired, he would go to bed. This memory of his father led to another about how life was as a child…
Labor Day at Uncle Lloyd’s House 1993
I took a lot of VHS tapes from Aunt Jane & Uncle Lloyd’s basement last Christmas. I did a really good job of getting right on editing them too. I had about a dozen reasonably nice videos done by January 6th when school started up again. Then I completely forgot about them. I’ll start adding them to the Photo Friday mix.
I didn’t include all of the footage from these. My idea was to create some fairly short videos that include just the “high lights” of each event. There is a link below the video if you want to see the larger sized version.
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Uncle Mahlon’s Story (part 1)
Opening website notes:
Penny Watson typed this up, and I imagine some of you have already read it. My understanding is that they just asked Uncle Mahlon questions and kept track of what he said, but I’m sure someone can give us more details.
I’m going to slice it up into smaller sections like the other “Stories.” The main reason for doing this is that it gives everyone else a chance to comment and post questions as we go along. As with all of the other documents in the “Stories” series, I will post the whole document after all the little bits have been on the website. If I forget to do that, someone should remind me.
I took the liberty of changing this from the third person in the original document to first person. Mostly to make things fit with the other articles from Aunts and Uncles. Special thanks to Penny for getting this to me and I’m sorry it took me two months to start putting them on the website.
Uncle Mahlon’s Story (part 1)
I was born in Jefferson City, Missouri on December 30, 1932 at Realius Beck’s place. The Beck’s place was a log house and I was delivered on a dining room table. This dining room table was the same table we had in my house growing up and ate meals on all the time. Lloyd and I re-visited the Beck’s place in 2011.
My earliest memory of my grandfather, Adolph’s father [this is Johann Mathias Sommerer, Jr] was when he lived with our family for a short time. We lived together in a two-story home located in Shubert, Missouri just south-east of Jefferson City, Missouri off of Highway 50. I can remember my grandfather whittling an ax handle while I wanted to play ring around the rosy. I was three years old and at this time and mother was pregnant with Cleopha. The final earliest memory I have was the time mother looking out the window at a hurst lined up outside because grandfather had passed away. I was awake in the home when he was being loaded up and taken away.