Oh, dear

January 17, 1932 - Mildred and I made ice cream this morning.  This afternoon all of us went to Mrs. Walker's mother's in the sled.  This evening we went up to Maas'.  Mr. and Mrs. Walker didn't go.  We played cards and had a good time.
January 18, 1932 - I felt so tired today and it seemed as if the kids were so dumb.  They asked the largest number of foolish questions that I've ever heard.  I washed my hair this evening and Evelyn finger-waved it for me. I copied examination questions also.
January 19, 1932 - It was quite warm today.  The examinations turned out pretty good.  Went sleigh-riding this evening on the north side of the schoolhouse hill.  We had lots of fun.  There were Raymond, Gilbert and Hazel J., Bob and Charlotte N., Willard M., Harry H., the Walkers and myself.  I told W.M. to start the fire for me in the morning.  I wonder if he will.

I think Grandma must still have been tired.  I don't ever recall her talking about students this way.  But then, she was young and just starting out, learning, too.  Having been around bunches of kids, however, I can certainly commiserate with her!

I am guessing W.M. is Willard Maas.

I haven't posted this snow photo in a while.  It is still one of my favorites of Michele and me.  Probably because of my wild hair.

Scrabble drought

"January 8, 1994:  Greta took me to store for groceries.  Helen and I played Scrabble -- first time since early November.  Three funerals at St. Paul's this week -- Goldie Hilpert, Juliene Miller and C. O. Witt.
January 9, 1994:  Greta came and put the Christmas decorations away.
January 12, 1994:  Arlene and Art took me to Dr. Sprik -- don't go again until July.  Went to Ladies Aid."

That's quite a dry spell with no Scrabble.  But Grandma probably kept sharp and in shape with crossword puzzles or those anacrostics puzzles if she had any laying around.

I remember hearing C. O. Witt's name here and there more than I remember him for himself.  It seems to me that Michele and I went to his place when we were pretty young, but still old enough (back then, at least) to go wandering around by ourselves.  I think Mom worked for him at one time way back when.  My recollection from a child's perspective is that it should have been in business forever.  I thought it was unique and special and a place where good things happened.

For no particular reason, here's a photo of Grandpa and Uncle Elmer drinking PBR, something I am pretty sure was not served at Witt's.