Memories of Forestville
By Paula Marie Berger
Hilgendorf
(Parenthetical Remarks by Don Hilgendorf)
When
Jane, Judy, and I visited Aunt Clara and Uncle Harvey in 2004 when
Clara was in
the nursing home, we thought it would be fun to take along this list
and go over it with Clara. We got a big laugh when we came to
some items that Clara couldn't remember, saying, "That should ring a
bell, but the bell isn't ringing!"
My Mother, Paula Marie Berger
Hilgendorf included this list of memories of Berger Family life and
growing up in Forestville in one of the Berger Family
chain letters.
- The
many times we went picking mayflowers in Ross's
woods
-
Dressing up in old-fashioned clothes found in
Mother's
big wooden chest
- Fishing
out pennies that fell in the cracks of the old
wooden sidewalks
- The old tin bath tub and the bath
ordeal on Saturdays
- Watching for the train to come
around the bend while
mother finished writing a letter and the mad dash to the depot to mail
the
letter
- Ernie's Indian Runner ducks and
the morning he
discovered that a weasel had killed his little ducklings
- Our delight over the arrival of a
new calf
- Marge's screams when stung by a bee
- The flu epidemic (1918 or so) with
eight of us in bed
at the same time
- The fuss I made over a loose tooth
- Sliding down the ironing board
- Cheese
factory odors
- Shoe scrapers
- Round black boxes of pink pills
- Mrs. Hoffmann darning our stockings
- "Eingeweichtes"
- John Weber letting his hair grow
long in hopes of
getting rich
- Gathering
around to hear the gurgling sound when Dad
filled his study lamps
- Big, ripe, red strawberries
- Our
green wagon
- The apple peeler
- Making apple butter outdoors in
the big copper kettle
- Otto's
little red felt hat
-
Dad smoking cigars on Sunday afternoons
- Substitutes during World War I
- The hanging lamps
- Home-made liver sausage and syrup
- The Christmas cactus in full bloom
-
Laurence Poh's "serenades" at night (after an
evening spent drinking in the saloons)
- Hilda
Geske and Dorothy trying to carry Gert and me
into the circus (because babes in arms were admitted free – Paula and
Gert were
about five to six years old)
- The electric bells installed for
the purpose of waking
Jerry
- The
old surrey with the fringe around the top
- Topsy (a family horse)
- The
bone-grinder
- Our doves, and the time they were
locked in the church
steeple for a week
- The storm shed, and the thrill of
having it taken off
in the spring
- The
awful mixture of foods we ate at the annual mission
festival
- Mrs. Fogg's argument over her milk
bill every time a
month had 31 days
- Filling the cistern with snow when
there was a shortage
of rain water
- Saturday afternoon rehearsals for
the Christmas program
- Fall butchering
- The rock candy Mrs. Leege used to
give us (the street
at the west side of the parsonage in Forestville is named "Leege
Avenue,"
the Leeges lived in a house behind the parsonage)
- The
cherry pitter
- The first little chicks in spring
- The sand cellar
- Clara holding her ears shut while
crossing the rattly
bridge on the way to Rankin (Ted Hinck was vicar or pastor in Rankin
and that
is how he met Dorothy)
- Our trips through Door County in
Guth's (?) truck
- The death of our colt
- Walking over the plank at the mill
pond
- The iron "Huehner (?) Kessel"
under the sink
- Our
frequent spats with the Schmitz kids
- The
time I didn't eat for eight days after licking the
cold pump handle (she tore the skin of her tongue off after it stuck to
the
frozen handle and didn't want to tell anybody what happened)
- Jaw
breakers and their many different colors
- Ernie's
little moving picture machine
- Free lemonade at the public school
picnics
- Upset
toilets on Halloween
- Big, juicy Wealthies
- Counting
cars on Sunday afternoons in summer
- The stuffed lynx in Henquenet's
window
- Pans full of fresh bread
- Sour
milk with brown sugar
- The red barley drum in the attic
- Old man Buschmann
- Leege's red car
- The junk pit back of Moore's
- Our
little night lamp
-
Mrs. Weber taking the mail bags to and from the depot
- Blizzards and the high snowdrifts
after
-
"Christen Lehre" (?)
- The ugly pattern of the wall paper
in the downstairs
bedroom
- The coming of the new teacher each
Fall
- The mill race
- Being weighed at Poh's mill
- Taking turns at carrying milk
-
Undressing behind the living room stove and nearly
baking ourselves before dashing upstairs into the cold
- The Easter parade to the shanty,
and later woodshed
-
Gathering moss and cedar for our nests
- Watching for Geskes
- The hill on the way to Rankin
where most of us had to
get out and walk
- Picking clover for the rabbits
- The thrill of the spring thaw
- The annual wood sawing
- The little mission Negro in the
church vestibule
- "Klingel Beutel"
- The squeaking of the weather vane
- The butter churn
- Tacking down rag carpets after
housecleaning
- The big cookie jar on the cellar
steps
- The old crab apple tree next to
the shanty
- The tolling of the church bell
when someone died
- The stick candy Mrs. Matzke used
to give us
- Clara Renard
- Getting the cows and taking them
back to the pasture
and their bad habit of crossing the road in front of cars
- The thrill of the first Ford
- Home-made soap
- Our pet crow
- The day Ernie tried to get rid of
him (the crow) by
taking him to the swamp and he was back home before Ernie was
- The wire hook for catching chickens
- The
play house
- The delicious flavor of fried down
(?) meat
-
Old man Gordon
- The times Mother fixed a basketful
of food for him
and
we took it over
- Our trip to Oshkosh to visit Aunt
Anna
- Dad's long pipe
- The ice cream freezer and that
delicious home-made
ice
cream
- Cutting
the frosting off our cake and saving it till
the last
- The post office in Awe's house
- Carrying in wood
- The purple and green striped candy
bags from
Haegele's
store
-
Penny ribbon
- The
thrill of going to Algoma before Christmas
- Gerhard as the telephone operator
- Clarence Stach drinking ink
- The
jelly in the attic closet
- Dad's fur coat
- Setting
out our dolls for "Christkind"
- The
anxiety while the tree was being trimmed
- The dog farm and the nightly
barking
-
Coasting
- Chicken thieves
- Our trip to Fairchild
- Tramps
- The old hand-made walker
- Calling
the Lange agent "gum man"
- The
coffee man
- Our
fear of gypsies
- Sleeping on the attic floor when we had a lot of
out-of-town company
- Lulu (a doll?) with her wig made
of Dorothy's hair
- Our other dolls – Mabel, Ruth,
Harold
- Otto's little red bench
- The bread mixer
- Sweeping the school
-
Ernie's dandelion wine
- Mr. Wuth calling "watch out" when
they did
the blasting on the hill
- Filling the reservoir
- Playing train on the lawn swing
- The old school and the day it was
moved
- Catching a ride on a bob sleigh
- Our cutter
- The Christmas we had scarlet fever
-
Church sheds and hitching posts
- The brick yard
- The electric thriller
- Waldemar's high chair
- Fire in church one Christmas Eve
-
"Chatauqua"
- Dad eating crackers and milk at
night
- The stone boat
- Katie "Gurgewich" (?)
- Erna Vogt (a music teacher who
lived with the Bergers)
-
A barrel of sugar in the pantry
-
A gallon of syrup
- A
lighted candle on a fancy plate at breakfast on
your
birthday
- Helping
(?) Mother with Springerle and Pfefferneuss (?)
- The old blue rain cape we girls
each took a turn at
owning
- Wild cucumber vines by the "privy"
- Eating wild gooseberries that grew
by the pasture gate
- The
nests of barn swallows in the woodshed
- Eating raw rhubarb right out of
the patch
- Mrs. Moore' glasses perched up on
her forehead
- Burning
cat-tails soaked in kerosene
- Mrs. Rankin chewing gum
- Our fear of Perry's bull
- Playing
"Run, my good sheep, run" on summer
evenings with the sloping cellar door as goal
- The spring in Wehr's woods
- Duke and Maude
- The red "milch schrank" with
screen doors
- Crocks of sour milk on the back of
the cook stove for
cottage cheese
- The roller towel by the kitchen
sink
- The "little room" and the black box
- Grinding "Gerste" and coffee
- Mother's coffee cake
- Long underwear
- Dividing (marking off) the cake
pan and each licking a
third or fourth
- The green table
- Our fear of passing the saloons
- John coming home from college for
Christmas
I jotted down
these things years ago. Anyone care to add
anything?
Paula
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