Waive Junior Remembering
Remembering

            I like to remember the beautiful maple trees in all their fall colors; sucking the sweet cider through straws from the cider barrel (in the spring it vas made into vinegar); Grandma and Ma making lye soap in a barrell with wood ashes; cooking apple butter and peach butter in a big pot outside; eating white clover honey on fresh baked bread; the smell of home—made bread, rolls, pies and cakes cooking; eating fresh cooked applesauce on warm bread – um-good; and drying apples and corn in the sun for winter.
 
            When the folks lost the farm, they moved back to Grandma’s farm. Grandma had to go and keep house for great--granddad Schwander, who was her father-in-law, and his youngest son, Jacob by his second1 wife. I stayed with her a lot that particular summer.  In August, Marie, my sister, was born and thirteen months later, Betty was born.  Then came Bart and Bob.  I vas about 16 years old when Bob was born and my job was to take care of Marie, Betty, and Dart.  They called that “my job” but I had lots of other jobs too.  I did not like taking care of the kids!
 
            When Marie was a baby, Dad and Ma moved near Burnips. While we were living there, the depression came along and things were bad for everyone.  Dad bought a farm and raised lots of strawberries and rasberries.  Again, Jack got pneumonia and was very sick.
 
            The depression years were very bad for us, my dad did not believe in taking something for nothing.  We had enough to eat such as it was, for we grew lots of vegetables and fruits on the farm.  We had good times too, played cards, Dad made us games, people had time to chat and visit, and since we had such a big family there was always someone around to play or visit with.  We enjoyed the simple things of life; a picnic was a pleasure; the county fair a ball!  Everyone went to dances two and three times a week; there was square dancing and round dancing.
 
One Sunday Dad was going to take Jack and two neighboring boys fishing; a couple of boys in an old Model T. came by and wanted Jack to go with them for by then it had started to rain, but Dad said no and he went ahead and took them fishing.  Later that night the boys came back and Jack went with them; that night he was killed.
 
            I started working out doing housework when I was about 16 years old.  One woman I worked for was named Bessie Albert Biship, who I dearly loved and I think was the best friend I’ve ever had. If only I had done some of the things she wanted me to do! I’m still friends with her daughter, Ruth Healy. During the depression I worked for a $1.00 a week, and didn’t get that half of the time, but people knew love then!