15 October 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: My Grandparents

Grandparents are a lovely part of a family.  My grandparents were a part of my family, but from a distance. I never lived near any of my grandparents, but my family would visit my maternal grandparents at least once a year. My paternal grandmother would come visit us.  I do not remember ever going to her house.  I was fortunate to have three grandparents in my childhood life. My paternal grandfather died seven years before I was born.  Let me introduce you to my grandparents:

The Glover's 

I have only been able to get to know my paternal grandfather, Harry Glover, through pictures, stories and my research.  He was born in Jackson, Michigan on 6 May 1883, to Frank H. Glover and Hattie Lodema Fenn.  Harry lived in Jackson, Crystal Lake Township, and Marquette, all in Michigan, during his childhood.

Harry was eighteen years old when he fell trying to catch a train, severing his right leg below the knee.  He wore a prosthetic leg the rest of his life.

Harry worked as an electrician, diamond mill machinist, tool and mechanical engineer during his life.  He worked for the Chrysler Corporation in Highland Park, Michigan for many years.

Harry married my grandmother, Sarah Lilla Watt, on 23 August 1919, in Marquette, Michigan.  This was Harry's second marriage.  His first wife, Emma Winkler, died in 1915, just two weeks after the birth of their son, Francis. I don't know the story of Harry and Sarah/Lilla meeting other than she was from Marquette, Michigan.

Harry Glover died 6 Sep 1950 in Detroit, Michigan, seven years before I was born.  I have enjoyed getting to know Harry through my research.  I have found his vital records, census records, draft registration, burial records, residences and immigration records in my research.


I loved my Grandma Glover Bell, she was a warm, generous woman.  I remember her visiting our home many times in the short seven years I knew her.  There were a few times we would visit my dad's brother, Francis "Hank" Glover in Ferndale, Michigan and Grandma would be there.  Hank was not my grandma's biological mother, but she raised him as her own.


Sarah Lilla Watt, who went by Lilla, was born 23 November 1884 in Marquette, Michigan to David Watt and Katherine McGee.  Lilla lived in Marquette until she married my Grandpa, Harry Glover.  They were married 23 August 1919 and enjoyed 31 years of marriage.  They moved to Cass Avenue, in Detroit, Michigan after their marriage.  My father was born in 1925.  It was at this time that they moved to Hazel Park, Michigan to raise their children.

Sarah Lilla Watt worked as a stenographer in Marquette before her marriage.  She was a housewife and full time mother after that.

Lilla married Ray Bell in 1954, four years after my grandfather's death.  Grandma Bell moved to Arizona after her marriage to Ray Bell.  They lived in Arizona and Calgary, Alberta.

I remember Grandma Bell would visit our home and she would bring crocheted or knitted gifts.  I have a pair of slipper socks she made me when I was a child.  She hand knitted afghans and wooden clothes hanger covers.  She crocheted hot pads and doilies, many of which I have in my possession.  I can remember sitting on the footstool at her feet while she worked.  She would let me help her wind her yarn.  I remember hugs and feeling loved.

I remember clearly the day she died.  My mom told me the news and I remember crying in my closet next to a skirt she had given me for Christmas that year.  Grandma Bell died of cancer in Calgary, Alberta, Canada on 31 March 1965, at the age of 80.  I was seven at the time.

My grandma lived a good life, but I wish I could have known her longer as all the memories I have of her are good.

The Fredrick's


My grandfather was an old man for as long as I could remember. He was 79 years old when I was born.  I was ten when he died.  I do not have any pictures of my grandfather with me in them.

Otto August Fredrick was born 1 November 1878, in Manistee, Michigan, to Johann August Fredrick and Louise Fredrike Zastrow. He lived his whole life in Manistee County.  He lived in the city of Manistee, Dickson Township-near Brethren, and Brethren, all in Michigan.

Otto August Fredrick married Daisy Ellen Graf on 12 Dec 1917 in Brethren, Michigan.  My grandmother had a child and she agreed to marry Otto if he was willing to accept her son as his own.  He wasn't always nice to her son and once when she didn't like the way he treated her son, she left and walked to her father's farm, about two to three miles away.

Grandpa Fredricks worked on a Great Lakes freighter and farmer during his life.  I never knew him when he lived on the farm or worked as a Laker.  I only remember him in his house in Brethren, Michigan.

My family would make a yearly, summer trip to Brethren, Michigan and I would see my grandparents on that trip.  We would stay with my Aunt Kate on our visits and my grandparents lived next door to her.  It was just a short walk out the back door of my aunt's house to the back door of my grandparent's house.  I remember Grandpa Fredricks would sit outside and smoke his pipe at times.  Other times he would sit in 'his' chair.  I don't remember ever having a conversation with him.  Nothing more than a 'hi' or a 'bye'.

I don't remember having sad feelings when he died and I think it was because I never really knew him.  Otto August Fredricks died 5 February 1968 in Onekema, Michigan.

Grandma Fredricks was an entirely different story than Grandpa Fredricks.  She was a kind, sweet, easy going and humble woman with a wonderful laugh.  The picture to the left is the only picture I have of my grandmother and I.

Daisy Ellen Graf was born 18 October 1892 in Plevna, Indiana to Valentine Graf and Nancy Mast.  During her teen years, she moved to Brethren, Michigan.

I only know of one job that my grandmother had before her marriage.  She worked in a nearby town at a motel as a housekeeper.

I have many memories of visiting my Grandma Fredricks.  She always made you feel welcome and served cookies and milk and sometimes had a bowl of candy on her coffee table.  She was a terrific cook.  She loved Charlie Pride and Elvis music.  I remember walking into her house, after Grandpa died, and she was listening to records. She was a loving, Christian woman.  One conversation I remember fondly was when I was in college.  She asked if I liked college and I said yes.  She told me she was happy I was going to school and hoped I didn't make the same mistakes she made as a young woman.  She changed the topic then, but as I looked back on it, I think she was talking about being pregnant.  She never mentioned it again and I didn't ask.

I was in college when she died and attended her funeral which was filled with family members. Grandma Fredricks died 26 October 1978 in Manistee, Michigan at the age of 86.



07 October 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: I Am Not a Writer



I have never considered myself to be a writer, I didn't write in a diary or journal.  The only time I tried to keep a journal was when I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, Kirsten.  I thought it would be a good memento to pass on to her.  I thought she would see how much she was wanted and learn more about her mother in the process.  I wrote in it throughout my pregnancy and until Kirsten was about 2 years old.

It was a blank journal-like hardcover book with a Gnome theme.  I had decorated the nursery with Gnomes and the journal seemed to go with it.  I wrote about my feelings, how I was looking forward to being a mother and daily happenings in my life.  After Kirsten was born, I wrote about some of the milestones that she achieved:  first smile, first tooth, etc.

I plan to pass this journal on to Kirsten some day.  I have to find it first.  It is stored with some of the other things I saved from her childhood.  It is the only journal I ever wrote.  I wish I had done the same thing for my son, but as I said I am not a writer.

That is why I am surprised that I started blogging and stayed with it.  Currently, I am keeping three blogs going:  Journey to the Past, where I write about my family history; Journey to His Past, where I write about my husband's family history and this one.  I consider my blogs my journals.  I write about past history, but I include stories about my history and events in my children's lives.

I haven't come across any journals in my family history.  I would love to find one that one of my ancestors kept.  I would love to get to know them from their own writing, but if they were like me they were not a writer!
05 October 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: A House is not a Home

Writing about my childhood home is going to be difficult as I lived in seven houses during the first 17 years of my childhood.  I have written about all seven of these houses at my Journey to the Past blog.

  1. Pine Street, Deckerville, Michigan
  2. Black River Street, Deckerville, Michigan
  3. Parrott Street, Deckerville, Michigan
  4. Whitcomb Street, Harbor Beach, Michigan
  5. Trescott Street, Harbor Beach, Michigan
  6. First Street, Harbor Beach, Michigan
  7. Huron Avenue, Harbor Beach, Michigan
Although, I lived in a variety of houses, it wasn't the structure that made it a home.  It was family. I never had the privilege to live near my grandparents, or any extended family for that matter.  It was my parents, myself, two sisters and a brother at various times of my childhood.  My sister is nine years younger than I am and my brother is eleven years younger.  It was like two separate families. I grew up as many others did in the 1950's.  I had a stay at home mother, a father who worked, and traditional Christian family values.  All of these things together provided me with the tools I needed to leave home and go to college.

I left home number seven in August of 1975, just shy of my eighteenth birthday, to attend Western Michigan University(WMU) in Kalamazoo, Michigan, about 250 miles away.  One of the factors of my attending WMU was that I wanted to go to college away from home.  I wanted the new adventure that I thought attending college would give me. I have been an independent, some call it stubborn, person most of my life.  In fact, I only applied to Western Michigan.  I don't know what I would have done had I not been admitted.

As I look back on my childhood, I don't think of one family home.  I think of all the other things that makes a house a home.  I think of the love of family, the memories that were made and the times spent together, the good and the bad.  A house is a structure that provided me with the basic need for shelter, but a home is what developed me into the person I am today.




27 September 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: Forever Autumn

I happen to live in an area where I get to enjoy all four seasons, but Fall, or Autumn, is by far my favorite time of the year.  I could live year round in a place where weather is fall like.

Brisk mornings followed by sunny afternoons are one of the reasons I enjoy Fall so much.  It is great sleeping weather.  Usually, I leave the window open at night and wake up snuggled under the covers.

The cooler weather brings about wonderful changes to the leaves.  The first thing I think about in Fall is the beautiful colors the leaves become.  The oranges, yellows, browns, and reds are breath taking.  I enjoy going on color tour drives to see the beauty that nature is during the fall season. While living in Harbor Springs, Michigan I enjoyed one of the most beautiful color tour drives I have ever seen.  The drive from Harbor Springs to Cross Village on M-119 takes you along a bluff with a view of the lake on the left and a tunnel of trees ahead of you.  This route is called "Tunnel of Trees".  The fall colors wrap around you as you drive.

I remember the colors of Fall as a child, too.  A favorite childhood memory is raking leaves just so I could jump in them.  The leaves would stick to my clothes and hair.  After jumping in the leaves, I would arrange the leaves in the shape of a house floor plan.  I would leave openings for doors and have a good time in my multicolored house.


Going to an apple orchard or pumpkin patch is another favorite thing about Fall.  Whether one picks their own apples or buys them by the bushel, Michigan apple season is a delight.  There is more than apples at our local apple orchards.  Fresh made cider, fresh cake like donuts, apple dumplings and more make a visit to an apple orchard a great fall outing.

Using those fresh picked apples to make apple pie or crisp, or even apple cake is one of my favorite fall activities.  Here is my recipe for apple crisp, a family favorite:

Apple Crisp
4 cups sliced apples
1T. lemon juice
1/3 cup flour
1 cup oatmeal
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/3 cup margarine, melted
Combine apples and lemon juice.  Combine remaining ingredients until crumbly.  Sprinkle on top of apples.  Bake at 375 degrees for 30 minutes.  


After a visit to the apple orchard it is time to come home and settle in for my favorite football game.  I enjoy watching college football in the Fall.  My alma mater, Western Michigan University, is seldom on national television, so I usually root for the team that my son works for.  Currently, Travis is working for the athletic department in ticket sales for the University of Florida.  Chomp! Chomp!  Go Gators!  I root for the University of Michigan, too.

Whether it is seeing the leaves turn colors, hearing them rustle or smelling fresh baked apple crisp, Fall has a lot to offer.  It could be forever autumn, I enjoy it that much.



16 September 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: I Am What I Am

I have gone through life believing I was overweight and it wasn't until I was truly overweight that I realized I was not fat as a child!  I have pictures of me as a teen where I am trying to hide my body or stand to de-emphasize my hips.  I graduated from high school weighing about 125 pounds on a 5 foot, six inch frame.

I am a pear shape and it has only been in recent years that I have come to accept my body as it is. Of course, I would love to lose weight.  I have lost and gained weight throughout the last 30 years. I know how to lose weight, I know the benefits of losing weight, but my mind just isn't there yet.  I don't blame my weight gain on anything, I just eat too much and don't exercise enough!

I am what I am!  I have flaws, but that is what makes me unique.  I look in the mirror and this is what I see:

  • short, white hair that many people ask if I dye it this color. No, I don't.
  • ears that are pierced once in each ear.
  • glasses, that I would be blind without (I can't even read the big E on the eye chart without them) covering my big brown eyes. 
  • smooth white skin that reddens when I get hot.
  • straight white teeth that the dentist says are in excellent shape, only a few cavities. 
  • a scar going across my neck.  If I didn't have that scar I wouldn't be here today.  I had thyroid cancer that spread to my lymph nodes thirty three years ago.  I am a survivor.
  • a body that gravity is taking its' toll on.
  • a back with a few sun spots and two newly created scars from having two benign lumps removed.  A small one on my right shoulder and a medium size one in the middle of my back.

  • Hands that held my two beautiful, newborn babies have now turned to arthritic hands, with nodules on a few fingers and bone spurs on my thumbs.  I wear braces when the pain gets bad.  My fingers no longer wear the beautiful rings that I have.  I can get them on, but not off, so I stopped wearing them.  I have a beautiful, round, solitaire diamond that belonged to my husband's grandmother, a simple wedding band, an anniversary band with a row of diamonds, and a lovely sapphire cocktail ring that my husband gave me to commemorate our son's birth.  
  • an innie belly button scarred by surgery I had as a toddler to correct an umbilical hernia.
  • a knee scarred when I was 12, when I fell off my bike while riding on loose gravel.  I thought I would be picking gravel out of my knee forever.  The gravel is gone, but a quarter size scar is left.
  • short legs attached to a long torso and high arched feet that have treated me pretty well over the years.

This is me!  As they say in La Cage aux Folles- I am what I am, my own special creation!

10 September 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: My Birth

Deckerville Hospital, Circa 1957, Deckerville Michigan

My journey began on a bright and early Sunday morning in a small hospital in the thumb area of Michigan.  (Michigan is shaped liked a hand, so imagine where the thumb is.)  Brenda Rae Glover, a healthy girl weighing seven pounds-eight ounces, was born at 6:40 a.m. on the 15th of September 1957 in Deckerville Hospital, Deckerville, Michigan.  Dr. E. W. Blanchard and a nurse or two welcomed Brenda into this world.  1957 was a time when only hospital personnel were allowed in the delivery room.  The dark haired, dark eyed baby's parents, Bruce and Audrey Glover, welcomed their second daughter into the world on a fall Michigan morning.  Her Sister, Linda Kaye, was staying with her Aunt Mabel and Uncle Hank Glover during this time.  Linda, almost four, was told about her new sister and she exclaimed, "I want a Tammy", or something to that effect.

  Audrey, Bruce, Baby Brenda, and Linda, taken early 1958.

Tammy was a reference to "Tammy and the Bachelor" movie which was popular at the time. A hit song, Tammy, and a Tammy doll were in vogue too.  September of 1957 saw the Ford Motor Company introducing the Edsel; NBC introduced an animated version of the Peacock logo; West Side Story hit the Broadway stage and American Bandstand was enjoying its' first month of shows.

   Deckerville Community Hospital, Fall 2012.



 


08 September 2013 | By: Brenda Leyndyke

The Book of Me: Who Are You?

The Book of Me, Written by You is a new blog prompt series created by Julie Goucher at Anglers Rest blog.  Geneabloggers is adding support and encouragement to this 15 month blogging activity.  I write freely about the stories that bring my ancestors to life and look forward to exploring my life through writing.  I hope you will join me as I journey to my past.

This week's prompt is Who Are You?  Ask yourself 20 times "Who are you?"  Each time you should give yourself a different answer, and if you can easily go beyond 20 entries then that is fine too. This prompt is about how YOU see YOU.

I am

a mother
a wife
an empathetic person
a reader
a gardener
a cancer survivor
a college graduate
a gardener
a perfectionist
a neat freak
a confidant
a blogger
a family historian
a cookbook collector
a good listener
a good cook
a news junkie
an organizer
a lover of food

the best person I can be!

This blog post was originally published at Journey to the Past blog.