Just a quick story Aunt Kathryn told me while visiting her in Visalia, CA this past April 2010.
I came home and asked Dad about it!
Dad and Aunt Kathryn's mom, Velma, would make them sandwiches for their school lunches from dinner leftovers. One stands out more than others, it being the 'Mashed Potatoes on a Biscuit' sandwich! Aunt Kathryn said her mom would slice the biscuit (not sure if it was just a baking soda biscuit or a yeast raised one - from Dad's comments I vote the baking soda kind!) then using leftover cold mashed potatoes she would spread them on the biscuit and add a little salt and pepper and there you have it, a sandwich for lunch! Something to eat but I don't think Aunt Kathryn was real fond of them! Dad was not fond of them! He said it would stick all the way down his throat! Even the biscuits by themselves would stick going down! He said to get them to go down they needed to be drenched in a lot of honey or some such!
Sounds like a 'No' vote for 'Mashed Potato Sandwiches'!
Jill
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Blog about Visalia
Hi All,
Thought you might find this one interesting!!! Hopefully you can get on the blog below. I heard about this Visalia Blog last fall when we visited with Aunt Kathryn and Uncle Harvey. Harvey is quite the historian himself!
If you enjoy the blog, sign yourself up! Terry Ommen (histerry@comcast.net or (559) 901-3227) is the person who has become quite the Visalia historian and adds to the blog every couple of weeks or so. It is always an interesting read. He mentioned a copy of a diary he had gotten about the Hudgins Wagon train in one of his blogs a month or two ago and knowing that the Wingfields probably came over in that wagon train I wrote to him and asked for a copy. It is a fun little read! It was written many years after the wagon train came across. It doesn't mention the Wingfield brothers but does their sister Elizabeth (Tatman), our direct line, she was the only female in the group and at that time was married to a Harrison. Anyway, I went on line to see if I could find more information on this wagon train and actually found the diary on line! If your interested let me know and I'll find the link and send
it to you.
Enjoy the read! Love, Jill
www.visaliahistory.blogspot.
Thought you might find this one interesting!!! Hopefully you can get on the blog below. I heard about this Visalia Blog last fall when we visited with Aunt Kathryn and Uncle Harvey. Harvey is quite the historian himself!
If you enjoy the blog, sign yourself up! Terry Ommen (histerry@comcast.net or (559) 901-3227) is the person who has become quite the Visalia historian and adds to the blog every couple of weeks or so. It is always an interesting read. He mentioned a copy of a diary he had gotten about the Hudgins Wagon train in one of his blogs a month or two ago and knowing that the Wingfields probably came over in that wagon train I wrote to him and asked for a copy. It is a fun little read! It was written many years after the wagon train came across. It doesn't mention the Wingfield brothers but does their sister Elizabeth (Tatman), our direct line, she was the only female in the group and at that time was married to a Harrison. Anyway, I went on line to see if I could find more information on this wagon train and actually found the diary on line! If your interested let me know and I'll find the link and send
it to you.
Enjoy the read! Love, Jill
www.visaliahistory.blogspot.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Mae Pippert
These are pictures of Dad's (William Frederick Pippert) Auntie Mae Pippert and one of her daughters, Donna Pippert Lisbon.
Auntie Mae just celebrated her 100th birthday last September!
Auntie Mae married Lawrence Pippert, brother Walter Pippert, thus aunt and uncle to Dad.
Aunt Jill
Auntie Mae just celebrated her 100th birthday last September!
Auntie Mae married Lawrence Pippert, brother Walter Pippert, thus aunt and uncle to Dad.
Aunt Jill
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Sacrament Meeting
Here is a letter that I (Kandice) received from Aunt Jill Graham.
In talking with Dad on the phone about a week and a half ago we somehow got on the subject of reverence of children during Sacrament Meeting at church.
Dad related the following incidence: This happened while we were still in the Albany, Oregon Second Ward and I would guess it was before the church went to the 3 hour block program, so I would guess sometime in the mid to late 1970’s.
One Sunday as the ward was gathered for Sacrament Meeting Jim and Jay along with 4-6 other young men of age between 12-18 were sitting on a front side pew in the chapel waiting to pass the sacrament to the congregation. Some sort of confrontation, joke, snide remark between them, or a comment from one of the other boys sent the two of them to start tussling with one another. This evidently went on for several minutes and was not coming to an end. No one sitting close to them ask them to stop nor did they do so on their own! The skirmish between them soon became bothersome enough to Dad that he got up and went up to sit between the two of them. While there he had a nice little chat with them about their reverence during church and how it was not just affecting them but was also a distraction to many in the congregation; such actions were not appropriate especially during church. Dad commented that he never had to do that again! Dad’s not sure whether it was more embarrassing for him or for the boys but it cured the problem.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Letter for Thanksgiving 2009
Nov.21, 2009
Central, Az.
Dear Family!
I do not know if this fits or not but here it is any way.
Probably all the way from the time that we could play together and into high school my Sister Kathryn and I, when the chores where done at the end of a hot summer day or week ends we would grab the garden rake and make roads all over the big yard between the house and the barn. Make believe roads that is. Then we would get our bikes and go on these roads, stops signs written in the dirt and use hand signals and all. We had a lot of fun until maybe I cut a corner to short or run a stop sign or something she did not like ( you see she was always the traffic Cop) and go complain to our Dad. Boy look out for trouble just began.
Now you must remember we did not have T.V. and were not allowed to call a friend on the old crank phone on a nine party line. I did get to listen to Captain Midnight on radio once a week if my evening chores were done just before we went to milk. We did not have Seven Eleven or McDonalds down on the corner. Oh Yes! No T.V. dinners either. Our Mother cooked three square meals a day. And if you didn’t like it you stayed there till you did like it. But still we survived. We were very poor but we did not know it until we got out on our own. You must remember we were born right after the great depression. But looking back I believe that World War II hurt us more than the great depression. We had stamps for butter, tires, gas, shoes, lard, and I do not remember all else. But we had our own lard, and butter. We made both. I shook a quart jar of cream till it turned to butter. My arms were hurting by then. We always butchered pork every thanksgiving. One of the mornings a few days later and after milking was done I built a fire under the big cast iron kettle, thru in the fat that we had cut off all the pigs. We had to trim the fat off the rind (hide) and cut it up into about one inch squares, cooked it till afternoon, I had to stoke the fire and stir it quite often, and then we poured this into a press to squeezed out lard from the membrane part. Now what was left were the cracklings. Oh they were good. Now this hot lard, when cooled turned to a solid chunk. My Mother always had a can of lard sitting on top of the stove for cooking. Now this all took place every Thanksgiving in the thirties and forties.
So for those in school. Work hard to get a very good grade or better. For it will pay off when you go to buy a car your interest will be less and when you go to buy a house it will really pay off. Your car insurance will also be less. When you go to get a job your grades are checked out. It also helps to enter college.
Please, do not tease the cats. I do not remember what I did but I do remember that the big Tom cat bit clear thru my right thumb nail. Boy that was sore for a very long time. We did not even think of rabies. My sister and I were out playing around and on Grandpa Fred Pippert’s old spring wagon and buggy lined up along fence by the cow corral just east of the shop.
Love Grandpa William Fredrick Pippert (Wilfred)
Dad, Grandpa, Great Grandpa
After 1955 it was Bill.
Sure sorry we are not there.
Central, Az.
Dear Family!
I do not know if this fits or not but here it is any way.
Probably all the way from the time that we could play together and into high school my Sister Kathryn and I, when the chores where done at the end of a hot summer day or week ends we would grab the garden rake and make roads all over the big yard between the house and the barn. Make believe roads that is. Then we would get our bikes and go on these roads, stops signs written in the dirt and use hand signals and all. We had a lot of fun until maybe I cut a corner to short or run a stop sign or something she did not like ( you see she was always the traffic Cop) and go complain to our Dad. Boy look out for trouble just began.
Now you must remember we did not have T.V. and were not allowed to call a friend on the old crank phone on a nine party line. I did get to listen to Captain Midnight on radio once a week if my evening chores were done just before we went to milk. We did not have Seven Eleven or McDonalds down on the corner. Oh Yes! No T.V. dinners either. Our Mother cooked three square meals a day. And if you didn’t like it you stayed there till you did like it. But still we survived. We were very poor but we did not know it until we got out on our own. You must remember we were born right after the great depression. But looking back I believe that World War II hurt us more than the great depression. We had stamps for butter, tires, gas, shoes, lard, and I do not remember all else. But we had our own lard, and butter. We made both. I shook a quart jar of cream till it turned to butter. My arms were hurting by then. We always butchered pork every thanksgiving. One of the mornings a few days later and after milking was done I built a fire under the big cast iron kettle, thru in the fat that we had cut off all the pigs. We had to trim the fat off the rind (hide) and cut it up into about one inch squares, cooked it till afternoon, I had to stoke the fire and stir it quite often, and then we poured this into a press to squeezed out lard from the membrane part. Now what was left were the cracklings. Oh they were good. Now this hot lard, when cooled turned to a solid chunk. My Mother always had a can of lard sitting on top of the stove for cooking. Now this all took place every Thanksgiving in the thirties and forties.
So for those in school. Work hard to get a very good grade or better. For it will pay off when you go to buy a car your interest will be less and when you go to buy a house it will really pay off. Your car insurance will also be less. When you go to get a job your grades are checked out. It also helps to enter college.
Please, do not tease the cats. I do not remember what I did but I do remember that the big Tom cat bit clear thru my right thumb nail. Boy that was sore for a very long time. We did not even think of rabies. My sister and I were out playing around and on Grandpa Fred Pippert’s old spring wagon and buggy lined up along fence by the cow corral just east of the shop.
Love Grandpa William Fredrick Pippert (Wilfred)
Dad, Grandpa, Great Grandpa
After 1955 it was Bill.
Sure sorry we are not there.
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