Grandpa’s Diary

My cousin Dawna recently gave me and my siblings a couple of boxes of family momentos. One of the most precious items is Grandpa’s five-year diary for the years 1931-1934.

The diary has four lines for each year. Grandpa faithfully wrote in it the first few years. He had nice handwriting. In the third year, he switched to writing in pencil, which is not as legible as ink.

Grandpa was born in September 1908 in Sabetha, which is in northeast Kansas, close to the Nebraska border. The census for 1930 shows the population of Sabetha as 2,332. Grandpa grew up in Netawaka, which means “grand view” in the Potawatomi language. Netawaka had a population of only 239.

Farm living is the life for me…

My great grandfather, Elijah Cramer, was a farmer. In the early 1930s, Grandpa lived on the farm with Elijah and Great Grandma Agnes. They raised hogs and cattle and chickens. They planted wheat, corn, popcorn, oats, alfalfa, millet, soybeans, cane, sorgo, and clover. I don’t know how much land the Cramers had, but in 1931, they planted 30 acres of corn. In November of that year, Grandpa wrote that they reached the thousand bushel mark for corn. Alfalfa, clover, and soybeans were used to make hay.

Grandpa often commented about the weather. “Cloudy and kinda disagreeable.” Or “the weather sure is a fright.” In the first year, he noted the high and low temperatures every day. There was a blizzard in February 1933, and the temperature was 16 below zero. In 1934, there was a miserably hot streak of 100+ days that burned the corn.

Grandpa documented a variety of farm chores, some of which were unfamiliar to me, like listing corn. (A lister was a planter that dug a shallow trench, reducing erosion). Hauling fodder or manure. Plowing. Sowing. Planting. Discing. Harrowing. Cultivating. Threshing. Curling corn. Shucking corn. Rendering lard. Butchering hogs. Cutting wood.

Unless the weather was bad, there was always something to do on the farm, but the work could be monotonous. In the fall of 1932, Grandpa spent several weeks shucking corn every day. “More of the same old story.” Another day, he wrote, “All we do is chore.”

When Grandpa wasn’t working, which wasn’t often, he would say that he “loafed” or “tiddled” around. Sometimes, he helped his mom with washing.

As a hobby, Grandpa raised wild ducks. He rebuilt a duck house for them.

Friends and Family

Grandpa often mentioned a friend, Ivan Amon. Tucked in the back of the diary is Ivan’s graduation announcement with a note about their friendship. In January 1931, Grandpa went to see a 1930 picture show, Just Imagine, with Alva Amon, probably Ivan’s sister. Just Imagine was a science fiction comedy musical about what life would be like in 1980! Grandpa’s friend Ivan got married in January 1934. Several days later, Grandpa wrote that he chivareed Ivan in the evening.

Grandpa also mentioned the Garvin and Dachenhausen families frequently. The families helped each other out with farm chores. In 1934, Great Grandma went to see Little Women with Mrs. Garvin.

Great Grandma’s side of the family, the Nickels, must have been mischievous. In August 1931, the Cramers went to Uncle Charley’s for dinner. Grandpa wrote that Harry ran off with the car and went to Des Moines. In December, the family visited Uncle Charley again. Marvin Nickels was in jail for trying to wreck the train. In January 1932, Marvin was sentenced to 30 days in jail and given a $20 fine.

Grandpa mentioned several other aunts and uncles – Uncles Phillip, Henry, Adam, and Walter; Aunts Kit, Reba, and Emma. He also mentioned Grandma’s father Otto and her younger brothers Floyd and Oscar, “the boys.”

The Great Depression

Grandpa documented the economy in his diary. In February 1931, eggs were 11 cents a dozen. Butter fat was 17 cents a pound. That summer, wheat was 25 cents a bushel. Corn was 10 cents a bushel in November 1932.

After attending a tax meeting in September 1931, Grandpa wrote, “The courthouse was packed. People sure are restless.” The next month, the Netawaka bank went broke. In March of 1932, the bank paid 25% (on a dollar deposited, I guess). In April 1932, Grandpa put in a claim for $11 at the bank. In March of 1933, Grandpa wrote, “Banks still closed. Can’t cash a check.”

National News

Grandpa occasionally wrote about national news. In March 1932, he wrote that the Lindberg baby was stolen. In April, he wrote that the family paid $50,000 in ransom but didn’t get the child.

On March 4, 1933, Grandpa wrote that President Roosevelt took the oath of office. He noted that banks were closed all over the country now, and you couldn’t get a check cashed.

Local Politics

Grandpa went to a school meeting in April 1931, and a $550 annual budget was approved, $250 less than the previous year. A couple of days later, Grandpa wrote that Fred Dachenhausen signed a teacher’s contract for $75 a month after saying he wouldn’t. (This would have blown the budget, me thinks). The next day, Grandpa went to a meeting to discuss filing a lawsuit. Great Grandpa Elijah went to Holton, the county seat, to see about hiring a lawyer. In August, they attended the trial and “were defeated unjustly.”

In May of 1932, Grandpa went to the Republican caucus. In July, he went to hear Dr. Brinkley, an independent candidate for governor. On election day, he wrote that he was a poll watcher for Dr. Brinkley. I was curious about this doctor. I learned that Brinkley was described as the goat gland doctor and as a quintessential American quack. That’s what I get for being curious!

Small Town Social Life

Every week or so, the Cramers would dine with friends or family, including Great Aunt Ruby and her family. They often went to Holton or Sabetha or another small town after dinner.

In searching for my Grandpa’s obituary, I found a social column for Netawaka, published several years before the diary was written. Under Senior News, Aunt Ruby and her future husband Elverdo were Holton callers on Saturday. Under General News, “Mr. and Mrs. Cramer and daughters Fern and Ruby and Elverdo Bareiss took Easter dinner at the Dachenhausen’s.” Grandpa’s absence was explained in the next paragraph. “Fred Cramer entertained Fred Ellis, Ernest and Percy Bareiss, and Merle Beam at an egg and weinie roast on Sunday. They had lots of other good things to eat also. It takes boys to cook eggs and weinies that makes ones mouth water.”

Based on the diary, Grandpa’s passion for weinie roasts continued into his 20s. One day, he wrote that he had a weiner roast with his niece Doris Jean (Ruby and Elverdo’s daughter).

Grandpa went to the Shell Bros. Circus in September 1931 and said it was “punk.”

Grandpa was a Methodist and went to Sunday School almost every week,  presumably at the United Methodist Church in Netawaka. A few times, Grandpa wrote that his mama went to “aid.” This was likely a reference to the church’s Ladies Aid group. In April 1935, Grandma and Grandpa joined the Evangelical Church.

Vacation in Colorado

In August 1932, Grandpa had “a very delightful trip” to Colorado. He didn’t say who traveled with him. They visited the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Lookout Mountain Drive in Golden, and museums in Denver. They visited Glacier Park Basin, which may have been in Rocky Mountain National Park. They went over the continental divide and had their picture taken in the snow.

A Discreet Courtship

My brother David read Grandpa’s diary years ago, probably after Grandma died. I remember David remarking that in the midst of chronicling everyday activities, Grandpa wrote that he got married, as if it was just another ordinary day. There were some clues.

In January 1933, Grandpa called on his lady friend. This was the first mention of a girlfriend. In March of 1933, Grandpa went to dinner at the Hilgenfelds, Grandma’s family. The Hilgenfelds lived 32 miles away in Valley Falls, Kansas. From that point on, the families had dinner together every month or two, and they went to the fair together.

Grandpa’s diary entry on March 8, 1934: “Shelled sweet corn. Am engaged.” In April, Grandpa finally wrote Grandma’s given name, Inez. On May 5, the day after Grandma’s birthday, they went to the show David Harum, a comedy starring Will Rogers.

Grandma and Grandpa were married on November 11, 1934, and drove to Chilhowie, Virginia, afterward. They arrived at Grandma’s sister’s home the next day.

After they got married, Grandma and Grandpa rented the “Lattimer place.” They wallpapered the kitchen and dining room. They went to Topeka and bought a dining room set and a davenport. They moved the “brooder house” to their new home. In April, Grandpa wrote that Inez got 309 chicks from 360 eggs.

Shortly after marrying, Grandpa stopped writing in the diary. My grandparents had their first two children in Netawaka, my dad in 1936, and Aunt Bonnie in 1939. My Aunt Mary was born in Valley Falls in 1942.

In 1945, Grandpa and Grandpa moved to Holton, Kansas. Behind their house was a small building they called the brooder house. Was it the same one they moved to the Lattimer place?

90 Years Later

One of my regrets in life is not asking my grandparents about their lives. I didn’t even know that Grandpa was a farmer. I recall that he worked in construction, but he also worked at a local mill and for the Holton electric plant. I never knew my great grandparents. Elijah was 62 in 1931.

Grandpa’s diary gave me a wonderful glimpse at his early life and personality.

An Ordinary Story?

When I lay down to sleep at night, I begin my prayer with thanks for the day. When I have a bad day, it’s not easy to give God thanks for it. Several weeks ago, I had that kind of day. I had taken a break from work to run errands. When I got home, I couldn’t find my glasses. I was really upset because I had only had these glasses for a few months and they were not cheap!

I had driven to Walgreens that day. I wear prescription sunglasses when I drive, then switch to prescription eyeglasses when I go inside. So I knew I had my glasses on when I shopped. What could have happened to them from the time I left the store to my arrival at home? I looked in my car to see if they fell out of my purse. I called Walgreens to ask if they had been found. They weren’t there. I drove back to Walgreens to see for myself if I had dropped them next to my car.

That night, I prayed that God would help me find my glasses, even though I knew that if I dropped them, they were most likely broken. The next day, I thought to myself, I should look under my car. There they were! One arm was cracked, but the lenses were untouched. How fortunate that I didn’t drive over the lenses when I drove into the garage! I was relieved.

I took my broken glasses to my optician to see if they could be fixed. He made a temporary repair but said the repair wouldn’t last long-term. If I bought the same frames, he said they would put the lenses in them.

My husband found the same model of frames online. The company didn’t have the same color as my broken pair, but there were several other colors, so I ordered a pair. I did not get an email confirming my order. That concerned me. I returned to the website using my browsing history and printed out my order.

When neither the order nor the order confirmation had arrived in a week, I emailed the company. No response. I called and spoke to Jonathan, the optician who runs the website. Sounding frazzled, he told me he had shipped them. When the frames didn’t come after another week, I called again. This time, Jonathan said he wondered whether he had sent them to the wrong address. In the next phone call, Jonathan said that he didn’t have the color I ordered, but he could send me another color. At this point, I didn’t care about the color. When the frames finally arrived, I was so relieved!

This is just an ordinary story, isn’t it? People lose things, even valuable things, every day. But when something you value is lost, you will look everywhere to find it. You will be so excited when you find it, you will want to tell your friends. No matter how damaged your precious thing is, you will do whatever you can to restore it to its rightful condition.

That’s how God views us. We are so precious to him. He will not stop pursuing us until we are found. We may appear damaged and beyond repair, but not to God.

Read Luke 15. Those who are lost are precious to God. Jesus told three stories to get this point across.

Rejoice with me. My precious child was lost, and now he is found!

In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

Luke 15:10 NIV

Anxiety Dreams

Last month, I dreamed I was working in downtown Denver. (I worked there about ten years.) I was hurrying down the 16th Street Mall to catch a bus to take me home to the south suburbs. I got on the bus and tried to find a schedule, but there wasn’t one. The bus flew (like a plane) over Coors Field. It flew west of I-25, then headed south. I didn’t recognize the route. Eventually, the flying bus headed east, and I recognized a high school. The bus finally stopped at an office complex. I got off the bus, but I could still see the passengers who stayed on the bus and where they were going. The whole time, I was worried because I had to let my husband know where I was so he could pick me up.

The next night, I dreamed I was in school taking a history test. The teacher warned us to watch our time to make sure we were on track to finish the test. We were given a stack of paper with quotes or statements, and we had to answer whether each statement was true or false. Each page had a one-word clue. When done answering the questions, we were supposed to arrange the clues from the right answers into one long sentence. I was shaking with fear that I wouldn’t finish the test on time. (History is not my best subject.) As I struggled to answer the questions, a few of the other kids were going up to the chalkboard to assemble their words. I couldn’t even tell how much time I had left because every time I looked at my watch, it said the same thing.

I know why I was having stressful dreams. I am an accountant. January is the start of my busy season. I get stressed by the deadlines. My dreams reflect my anxiety.

I have always been fascinated by dreams. I am amazed at how active the brain is when we sleep. Having a couple of stressful dreams in a row got me to wondering about anxiety dreams. In an article about How to Prevent Anxiety Dreams, I learned that when you are stressed, you spend more time in REM sleep, which is when we dream. When you are stressed, your body produces more cortisol.

The article suggested writing anxiety dreams down to help make sense of your thoughts and emotions. Take some deep breaths. Talk to someone. Make a plan. I wrote my dreams down. I told myself, this is temporary. This too, will pass. You’ve been through stressful times at work before and everything got done. Even when things went wrong, you got through them. And I reminded myself that if I needed to, I could put in extra hours on the weekend.

An article about common stress dreams says that stressful dreams can be beneficial. If you dream that you’ve lost something or you’re late or you can’t finish the test, your brain may be rehearsing things that might go wrong. This helps you deal with stress in real life. In a study, students who had stressful dreams did better than those who didn’t.

Writing my dreams down helped process my anxiety. Having a plan and knowing that I have some control over my situation helped me cope with my stress. Having a trusted friend to talk to, even in the middle of the night – that’s even better! Prayer brings a peace that transcends all understanding.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:6-7

Who’s the old lady?

Who's the old lady in the mirror
with the frizzy, graying hair?
Her appearance is so unexpected,
she's given me quite a scare.

Who's the old lady in the mirror
with my mama's jowls and eyes?
Her face is so much like my own,
it has taken me by surprise!

Who's the old lady in the mirror
with the waddle in her neck?
She's much older than I feel inside.
I think to myself, what the heck!

I smile at the lady in the mirror.
Her smile matches mine to a tee.
I see the gentle spirit in her eyes;
This old lady is beautiful to me.

Working things out for my good

June 1st marked the end of my first year working part-time after thirty six years of full-time employment. As I considered retirement, I read that I might want to tiptoe in instead of jumping right in. I’m glad I did. I still like working, but at this stage of my life, I want more free time and less stress.

Working part-time has given me the flexibility I wanted. I can participate in group Bible studies during the work day. I can take advantage of good weather to hike or trail run. I can volunteer. It’s easier to schedule appointments and to run errands. But honestly, one of the greatest pleasures is starting each day more leisurely.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Romans 8:28

If I had searched for part-time work, I doubt that I would have found anything comparable. I had actually told my boss that I intended to retire early. He was the one who suggested that I consider working part-time.

God knows what I need. He knows what makes me tick. He knows that sometimes I need a nudge in the right direction. In retrospect, I can see his hand guiding me.

Thank you, Father for loving me and for working things out for my good.