Mother's Day

This photo is of my uncle's Rich and Johnny, Grandma Beck and my Mom. On the back of the photo Grandma wrote:

“May 13^th 1933 Mother's grave and Lena's in the background part of the lot monument Cedarburg” My mom is on Grandma's lap.

This is how my Grandma spent some of her Mother's days after she lost her mother.

Mother's day used to have a different meaning for me. When I was much younger it meant finding something special for my mom and making her feel special. As I grew older it meant remembering to phone home and wishing her a happy day and catching up with her.

Now Mother's Day is mostly an empty day. What I mean by empty is that I have no one I can call or see in person anymore. Now I mostly spend part of the day thinking of the two women who meant the most to me in my life. Even though this might sound sad it isn't really. The thoughts I do have of them aren't sad ones. The thoughts always bring a smile to my face or even a laugh.

Of Grandma – a lot of the the time I'll think of one of our trips to the Milwaukee Museum or walking to the domes and one of the beautiful flower shows we saw there – Easter and Christmas are always breath taking.

Mom, I mostly just think of everyday things, like remembering being a young girl and watching her make sage dressing for the thanksgiving turkey, or her driving me and my siblings to the city pool for swimming lessons.

For those of you who have your Moms, remember now is the time to make memories for when you can't make anymore and you need a smile that feels like a hug.

Happy Birthday Dad

Happy birthday Dad.


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Veterans Day 2013

A Soldier's Story

This story was essentially written by my Dad through his photographs.  Dad served from 1953-54. These are and were his "Brothers in Arms".   These are just some of the slides and photos taken by him.  This is a glimpse of how the Korean Conflict was seen by one soldier - my dad.  

Even through this is a longer video I hope you take the time to watch it.  At about the 4:15 mark there's a picture of my dad and his friend Bill Borman.  This was taken by my godfather Harry Berth; dad and Bill just got back in from the field after being lost behind enemy lines for a couple of days.

On July 14th 1953 my dad's home base was hit by "friendly fire", they lost all of their possessions.   Most of the men escaped major harm, my dad was seriously injured in the face by shrapnel - but returned to duty.  Three men were lost.

The photographs were taken by dad after that attack, he used that camera for most of his life. 

Apple Pie

I am sorry to say that I don't have as many memories of my Grandma Piekarski as I do Grandma Beck. One memory though that always sticks out with her, was her apple pie.

Grandma Piekarski made the best apple pie that I remember. When she and Grandpa lived in Whitefish Bay, they had a small orchard in their backyard, about a half dozen trees. I think they were all a cooking apple, because I can't remember just eating an apple right off the trees.

Anyway back to the pie. She mostly made the pies in the fall with fresh apples. The smell of the cooking pies would fill the whole house with the most wonderful smell of cooking apples and tasty crust. Her pies were the perfect combination of apples, spices and flaky crust. My most prized memory of her was one fall when I was visiting her, I think I was around 8 years old. Grandpa had picked apples for her and brought them into the kitchen for her. I was looking to watch her make the pies and then she surprised me and said she'd show me how to do it. So we mixed the ingredients for the crusts and divided the dough – one for her pie and one for my very own little pie! After the work of making the dough was done we filled the crusts with her filling and and waited for the goodness to come out of the oven.

Sadly a few years later Grandma and Grandpa moved out of Whitefish Bay to Thiensville, away from her trees, and she quit making those delicious pies.

Grandma's crib

Grandma's Crib

One of the oldest traditions I know of in my family is my Grandma Beck's crib set. She got it from my Grandpa back in 1927. The set started out simple as you can see, then grandpa built a landscape out of sheet metal for one side and then the other side another year. He painted both sides to match the original set. Grandma sewed an appliqued shirt for it, I'm not sure when, but I can't remember the crib not having the shirt.

The crib remained the same the over the years with the exception of a lost or broken figure. During one of my visits in the summer, I think about 1971, we went to downtown Milwaukee to go to the museum and shopping at a five and dime store. I was looking for toys , Grandma was waiting for me like usual, and she found a new shepard, a couple of sheep and a camel.

The crib was always setup up in Grandma's living room for as long as she lived, sometimes she didn't have room to put up the whole crib, but the original building has always been a part of our Christmas.

Recently my cousin has restarted the tradition and set the crib up, just like all of us remembered it. He didn't have the first photo to go by, just the shared memories of it. Making a part of Grandma and Grandpa with us still.

Veteran's Day 2012 -- Steve Francis Phillips

Last year I wrote several blog's about my relatives who have served in the military. I've since found out I missed several. I would like to correct that this year. I'm starting with my cousin's son Steve. I hate to say it but I don't know Steve very well – yet.

Like a lot of us Steve didn't know what he wanted to do once he left high school, he held a couple of jobs, but didn't feel he was going where he wanted to. So he joined the Air Force in November 2010. He graduated from basic training in January of 2011 and entered his technical training or MOS training after that. His specialty is 3P0X1 or Security Forces which included the core basics of law enforcement, security, and air base ground defense. Steve graduated from technical school in April 2011. His first duty station was Dover AFB, Delaware. Here Steve honed his skills he learned in tech school, specializing in commercial vehicle inspection. In October of 2011 Steve learned he was to be deployed to southeast Asia and trained for two weeks and half weeks Eglin AFB, Florida before deployment to Qatar. He came back home in May of 2012 and is again stationed in Delaware.

Steve is an Airman First Class (E-3) and has just passed his two year mark this month, and is extremely proud of what he has accomplished so far in his career and hopes to serve for twenty years.

DUKE

Pets have always been a very important part of my family. I can't remember our house ever being with out a pet.

Duke was the first pet our family had. He was a a German Shepard and a gift from my Dad to Mom. He gave Duke to her when she was expecting my oldest brother.

I never got to met Duke, I only heard stories of him from my parents and my grandparents, the Becks. Mom used to tell us that Duke would jump up and put his paws on her shoulders and look down on her, granted Mom was only 5'1” but still hearing this as a kid was impressive. Grandpa Beck would tell us how he would toss Duke a ham bone and he'd have it gone in minutes. Grandma always said that Duke followed Mom every where and never let her out of his sight.  From what we were told Duke was a gentle giant. Duke showed his gentleness all the time with my brother by letting my brother climb and  ride him. Duke also actually let my big brother teeth on his ears. Other stories of Duke's gentleness included stories of how exceptionally patient Duke was with a neighbor girl who was developmentally delayed.  Mom told us how the girl used to pull Duke's tail and tease him, the type of things that would cause most other dogs to bite. Duke could be also very protective of Mom and Bill. The story of his protectiveness that sticks out most is the one Dad would tell us about,  was the one about the time He took care of Bill for the first time alone.  Mom went to the store for a few things. While Mom was gone, Bill got hungry and needed a bottle, so Dad prepared one for him. Well like a lot of new dad's, he made the milk too hot. So when he tried to give it to Bill, of course he cried --- loudly. This caused Duke to go into action, which consisted of Dad holding Bill while backed in into a corner with Duke keeping guard until my Mom came home.

Unfortunately, like a lot of large dogs, Duke didn't live a long life, but he is still a part of the family through the stories told of him.