Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Rollerskating on the horizon

February 11, 1933 - Read and laid around most all day.  We went down to the library tonite.  I got some school books.  Then Mom, Ray and I went out to Ola's.  We played cards and had ice cream.
February 12, 1933 - Fixed my hair and Mom's today.  This afternoon, Ray, Grandad, Mom and I played Pitch.  I'm really beginning to like the game.  Ray and I went to the dance at Hoskins tonite.  I had a punk time.  Ray took me home about 11:00.  Gerald Andersen's birthday.
February 13, 1933 - The kids decided yesterday to have the roller-skating party we've been planning on this Tuesday nite.  I called G. C. Francis this morning and asked Hollis to go up home and tell Ray about it.

Two things I take from this one; there was no phone yet at Grandma's house and Hoskins had lots of dances and Winside had none.  Ever.  Apparently.

Friday, March 25, 2016


February 8, 1933 - The thermometer at school registered 29 degrees below zero this morning.  We had to study around the stove until noon.  Evie went to Ed Scheurichs to help today.  Mote, Mr. Walker and myself played 500 this evening.  We kids have been talking about giving a roller-skating party at Norfolk sometime soon.
February 9, 1933 - 22 degrees below zero today.  Only 10 degrees above zero in the schoolhouse this a.m.  Harry and Minnie absent today.  I wrote a letter to Mrs. Smith this evening.  Mildred and I took hot salt bags to bed last nite and tonite to keep our feet warm.
February 10, 1933 - Warmer today.  We finished our valentines in drawing period.  Ray came about 3:30.  We stopped at Bojens for Alma.  Had a lunch there.  Ray took Alma and I to lodge tonite.  There were quite a few there.

All I can say is I am so glad it is not that cold in the here and now.  Seems to me we had less of those frigid days, one after the other, this last winter.  Or if we did, I have already blocked out the memory.

Thursday, March 24, 2016


February 5, 1933 - We slept rather late this morning.  Took Mr. Lautenbaugh's dinner to him.  The street car was late this p.m.  We had to call a taxi, just got to the depot in time to get on the train.  Ray met us at Winside.  We took Alma to Bojens.  Ray and I went to the dance at Hoskins.  I surely had a good time.
February 6, 1933 - Cold and windy.  8 degrees below zero.  All except Nurnbergs were at school.  Got colder and windier.  Dismissed school at 2:30.  We were "blown" home.  Laurence stopped at Walkers until his dad came after him.  We listened to the radio and played cards.  Bud popped some popcorn.
February 7, 1933 - 21 degrees below zero.  So cold and windy that we didn't have any school.  I embroidered on one of Evie's quilt blocks.  League was postponed until Friday nite.  I wonder if Uncle Hans' had their dance tonite.  We played 500 and Over the Top this evening.

Embroidery is the first craft I remember learning.  The thing I don't remember, however, is whether I've mentioned that here already in posts past.  In any event, I have recently re-discovered embroidery and wish I had more time to be able to do it.  Counted cross-stitch is fun, but there is a lot of looking back and forth between work and pattern; not so with stamped embroidery.  That makes it a bit more relaxing in my mind, even though I sometimes get caught up in whether my stitches are all the same length.

Seems like Grandma had a lot of energy to spend her birthday weekend out of town, ride the train back to Winside, and then hot-foot it to Hoskins for a dance.  Good for her!

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Happy Birthday, Grandma!!

February 2, 1933 - Harry is still sick.  Mrs. Walker was at F. Jochens quilting today.  We went to Norfolk tonite to Harry Heckendorf's birthday party.  We played Bunco.  Bertha M. received high prize and Evie consolation prize.
February 3, 1933 - I'm 21 years old today!  Ray came to the school house about 3:45.  On our way home we stopped for Alma.  Tonite Mom, Ray and I went out to Ola's.  We played cards and oh what fun!  Mom and Ray gave me a new lunch box for my birthday.
February 4, 1933 - Got down to the depot before Alma this morning.  Arrived in Sioux City at 11:00 a.m.  Went up to Lautenbaugh's, had dinner and then back down town.  We each left our overshoes at home and so bought a new pair.  We saw Greta Garbo in "Grand Hotel" this p.m.  Went to see Alma's aunt a while, went home in a taxi.  Went down town tonite and saw Kate Smith in "Hello Everybody"  (Cold and snowy all day.)

Here is the plot, from Wikipedia, for Grand Hotel:
     Doctor Otternschlag (Lewis Stone), a disfigured veteran of World War I and a permanent resident of the Grand Hotel in Berlin, wryly observes, "People come and go. Nothing ever happens", after which a great deal transpires. Baron Felix von Geigern (John Barrymore), who squandered his fortune and supports himself as a card player and occasional jewel thief, befriends Otto Kringelein (Lionel Barrymore), a meek accountant who, having discovered he is dying, has decided to spend his remaining days in the lap of luxury. Kringelein's former employer, industrialist General Director Preysing (Wallace Beery), is at the hotel to close an important deal, and he hires stenographer Flaemmchen (Joan Crawford) to assist him. She aspires to be an actress and shows Preysing some magazine photos for which she posed, implying she is willing to offer him more than typing if he is willing to help advance her career.

     Another guest is Russian ballerina Grusinskaya (Greta Garbo), whose career is on the wane. She is high strung and seemingly on the verge of a breakdown. When the Baron is in her room to steal her jewelry and she returns from the theatre, he hides in her room and overhears her as she talks to herself in despair about wanting to end it all, holding a vial of medication in her hand. He comes out of hiding and engages her in conversation, and Grusinskaya finds herself attracted to him.

     The following morning, a repentant Baron returns Grusinskaya's jewels, and she is able to forgive his crime. Instead, she invites him to accompany her to Vienna, an offer he accepts.

     The Baron joins Kringelein and Flaemmchen at the hotel bar, and she cajoles the ailing man into dancing with her. Preysing interrupts them and imperiously demands she join him. Irritated by his former employer's coarse behavior, Kringelein – who is aware of Preysing's many swindles – tells him what he thinks of him. Surprised by his uncharacteristic audacity, Preysing attacks Kringelein and the two men must be separated. The Baron is desperate for money to pay his way out of the criminal group he had been working with. He and Kringelein decide to get a card game going, and Kringelein wins everything, and then becomes intoxicated. When he drops his wallet, the Baron locates and quietly stashes it in his jacket pocket, intending to keep the winnings for himself. However, after Kringelein begins to frantically search for his lost belongings, the Baron – who desperately needs the money but has become very fond of Kringelein – pretends to have suddenly discovered the wallet and returns it to him. As part of a current desperate merger plan, Preysing must travel to London, and he asks Flaemmchen to accompany him. Later, when the two are in her room, which opens on to his, Preysing sees the shadow of the Baron rifling through his belongings. He confronts the Baron; the two struggle, and Preysing bludgeons the Baron with the telephone, killing him. Flaemmchen comes in and sees what happened and tells Kringelein, who confronts Preysing. He insists he acted in self-defense, but Kringelein summons the police and Preysing is arrested.

     Grusinskaya departs for the train station, fully expecting to find the Baron waiting for her there. Meanwhile, Kringelein offers to take care of Flaemmchen, who suggests they go to Paris and seek a cure for his illness. As they leave the hotel, Doctor Otternschlag once again observes, "Grand Hotel. Always the same. People come. People go. Nothing ever happens."

Here is the plot for Hello, Everybody!, also from Wikipedia:

     The setting is a farm. Kate Smith and Sally Blane play sisters; assorted relatives live with the sisters, but everyone at home, and in the whole town, depends on Kate to hold everything together. The power company wants to build a dam which will require flooding many of the farms; Kate is holding out; if Kate sells, everyone else will sell; if Kate refuses, the rest of the town will refuse as well. Randolph Scott meets Kate's beautiful sister, Sally Blane, at a dance. Randolph Scott, as it turns out, is an agent for the power company. Kate thinks he's just using Sally; Sally believes that he truly likes her. Randolph comes to the farm and appears to woo Kate. Kate remains unconvinced about selling out, but falls for Randolph.

I don't know if Wikipedia is a good test source, but from what they have it surely seems that Grand Hotel is a much more interesting film, especially since we don't even get the final outcome of the other movie.  Grandma didn't use space in her diary for reviews.

In any event, it seems Grandma is having a good birthday celebration so far.  More to come in my next post.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016


January 30, 1933 - Nice today.  Harry was absent from school today.  He has a bad cold.  I'm glad I'm not home today.  They're taking care of the meat Ola brought in Saturday.  Played "Over the Top" with Mr. Walker this eve.  I won the game.  Evie and Mote walked to town to a committee meeting this evening.  Mike went to P. Scheurich's today.  Wrote a letter to Mildred Andersen.
January 31, 1933 - Rainy and foggy.  Harry and Ronald absent today.  Kenneth and Doris Jonson came after Ronald's lessons after school.  Mr. Nurnberg and George were over this evening.  I fixed my hektograph.  Evie colored some pictures for me for patterns for the kids at school.
February 1, 1933 - Ronald back, Harry still gone.  Snowed a little last nite.  Washed and finger waved my hair tonite after school.  Bud and the girls went to prayer meeting.  Manicured my finger nails, hektographed some school material and wrote a letter to Walter.

I know I've commented on what on earth a hektograph was way back earlier in this blog.  I'm pretty sure I didn't include a photograph.  I do not know the vintage of this one, but it looks like it could have been used in the 1930s.  I found a photo of the one from Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin, but thought it might have bad Communist mo-jo so I didn't use that one.  This one does not have a sordid past, to my knowledge anyway.