1. Do you know of a favorite stuffed animal or toy as a child they had? (I'd be amazed if you do know about this)
2. Tell about some of your neighbors in different stages of your life & their life.
3. What is a special smell you remember from your childhood or your parents?
4. Tell of when they did something special for someone else.
5. What was their greatest joy? What was their greatest sorrow?
"Don’t know about stuffed animals or toys, but I do remember mom talking a lot about their horse Old Floss. I don’t recall dad ever talking about pets or anything like that. I know he didn’t like hearing me bawl all night after a pet was killed on 7th east. He would vow I could never have another pet, but it wasn’t long ‘til I did. I do remember mom telling that dad’s first car he called ‘Shasta’, cause she-asta have gas and she-hasta have oil.
With having Uncles and Aunts on both sides of us and since Ivan Frandsen was such a good neighbor and a good friend of dad’s I thought he was an uncle too, and I used to call him Uncle Frandsen, cause I didn’t know his first name. I think they used to get a kick out of it, because they never corrected me. Now I think of the odds having two Ivan’s living so close to each other. The Frandsen’s and Setterberg’s were always the names you heard the most around home of the neighbors, except of course the aunts and uncles. Of course down the street were the Favatella’s (not sure how to spell that one) and of course Stevens. The Olivaries were the ones who owned Cy’s produce and they were good friends of moms. Mom went there for produce and other items all the time. I think she liked it because it was close enough she could send us to just pick up a few things for her. In those days 7th east wasn’t the busy street it is now.
Bread cooking in the oven or cinnamon rolls…..yum!!! Those were the nice one. We also smelled a lot of barnyard. Sometimes the coral could be pretty ripe. One smell I always loved was the smell right after a summer rain. With all the bare dirt all around it just smelled so good after it rained. I don’t get to smell it much now days.
I know they did a lot of helping others, but I can’t recall a specific incidence. I know when the chapel was built dad donated a lot of time to the building of it. They also were the kind of people that would do things to be known of men. They would serve not wanting recognition. Especially dad.
I think we kids were their greatest joys. I remember dad always saying we were an improvement on the old stock. Their greatest sorrows would go along that line; when we weren’t living up to our potential. Things could come and go but family was of the greatest importance to them."
-Eileen
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Memories Week #1
1. What was their favorite childhood activity?
2. Did they have a nickname as a child? Did any of their family members have nicknames?
3. Did they have any exciting experiences camping or hunting that you know of.
4. Recall and write about a special party that they had given or been to that you know of.
5. Do you know of any special feelings they had as a child regarding fears, fantasies, etc?
"I’m sure that reading would have been a part of mom favorite activities. I also remember her talking about playing ball (softball) a lot growing up in Canada. She also liked attending the dances they would have regularly in the community. I can’t remember if they were at the church or the school, but they would have dances a lot on Saturday nights. My dad didn’t talk much about childhood activities, since he worked a lot, but to him that was his play and I’m sure since he was always trying to find out how things worked that would have played a large part in what he would do. He would have checked out why equipment worked the way it did.
I don’t recall nicknames but I do recall that dad didn’t like the song, “Ivan was a Russian boy who looked so very sad. Ivan didn’t play a bit because he was so sad. Ivan, Ivan you are so funny. Ivan, Ivan what a name you have”. I’m sure growing up he heard that a lot, so he wouldn’t care for the song and it wasn’t because he was sad he didn’t play a bit but because he was always working to help provide for their family. With dad being the oldest grandpa Kunz I believe expected a lot more of him than the others. I don’t recall mom having a nickname either. I do remember her saying that since she was the fourth child and when her dad did the list of names trying to come up with the kid he was needing to get after he would start the list; Vera, Leah, Vern, damnit Wilma. So she didn’t like always being ‘damnit Wilma’.
I remember mom always talking about how much she enjoyed the time they had when they lived for I believe the summer at what they called ‘Little Chicago’. I believe it was around Mirror Lake in the Uintah’s and she enjoyed the hiking around and the interaction with the people that lived up there. I always wondered through the years with as much as she enjoyed it there, that they never took us to show us where it was that they were talking about. I know my dad loved to go up to girls camp as the priesthood adviser when I was a teenager. In fact he loved it so much I believe he continued to do it for years after, until he started having heart problems and the higher altitude made it harder on him. He would take his vacation, so he could go to camp and serve the young women in our stake. That was my dad, always giving service.
I know my mom was elated with the 50th wedding anniversary party that we gave them. Since they didn’t have a big shindig when they were married, she enjoyed her moment in the limelight. Dad of course wasn’t happy that we were going to all the hassle, but I know he enjoyed visiting with everyone who came to wish them well.
Mom had a fear of water and when their house burned as a young girl she had a fear of it happening again. If she smelled smoke she would always have to get up and look around until she found where it was coming from. I’m not sure if dad had any fears, I don’t recall any but his last year or so of life might have shown what it might have been. He hated not being useful and not being able to take care of himself. I remember many times hearing him lament, “I never thought I would have to sit and watch someone else doing my work.” As for fantasies I’m sure my mom had them with the way she liked to read, she lived them as she read, but I don’t recall her talking about them. She did however really want to be an author and write books for children. Dad’s life was always reality….I don’t think he ever got the chance to fantasize.
Hopefully some of the others can recall somemore."
-Eileen
"Eileen,
You did a good job. I couldn't really come up with anything. Just for your information based on some information mom described in one of the histories she wrote I got on Google Earth and plotted approximately where Little Chicago was. I printed out the map and took it to Uncle Herb to look at and he said it looked correct.Also years before dad and I were bow hunting in the Uinta's.We had started out in the Wolf Creek area and had been taking various roads which finally brought us out on the Mirror Lake highway. One of the areas we had gone through dad had called the Soapstone area. Anyway just before we reached the Mirror Lake highway dad made the comment that Little Chicago was near where we were. It was late and I should have asked him to show it to me but I didn't. I have since regretted the fact on several occasions.
The place where we would have been on that road is near the place I identified as Little Chicago.
If you are interested I'll show you where it is because I marked it on Google Earth.
Another place I wish they would have taken us was to Pescadero up by Bern and to point out the places they lived before they built our house."
-Marvin
"Little Chicago was a timber cutting area in the Uintahs near Mirror Lake. Mom & Dad usually referred to that time as "when we lived up in the timber." There were several little shanties (cabins) where the lumberjacks lived during cutting season. I was only a few months old and there wasn't much room so Dad built a lean-to on the back of one cabin and that was the bedroom for them. I was in the main part in the crib that Dad built for me. (I'll take a picture of it and send it to you Marlies) Anyway that was the kitchen, livingroom etc.
The only camping trip I remember our family ever taking was near Mirror Lake. There was grandpa and grandma (Ezra & Vilda), Eddie and Thelma, Herb and Velta (I think) and Everett and Nellie and their kids. I don't know how old I was but it wasn't very long after Eddie and Thelma were married. (Mom may have been pregnant with Richard.) We had two big army-surplus tents that we going to sleep in. When we got there, the women started clearing the ground of as many rocks as we could and the men went cutting pine boughs to put on the ground for us to sleep on. I thought that was very strange and for my small body I couldn't wiggle into the boughs enough to be comfortable. Actually one of my memories was how uncomfortable I was--because there was a pointy part of a big rock right under where my bed was. It was not an enjoyable night. I can't remember what we ate or if anyone went fishing.
I do remember that they all decided to go up to Little Chicago. So away went the caravan of cars. We got there okay and it was fun for me to see where I had lived even though at that time all the shanties were at various degrees of falling down. The one that Mom, Dad and I lived in was in the best shape. Dad said it was because he fixed it up while we lived there.
Along the little dirt road, which was quite a way from the main road to Little Chicago, there was a small stream which we had to drive through. The depth was about the height of the car running boards (just below the bottom of the door). Our family was in Dad's little Terraplane truck. Marv and I sat on a little board bench Dad had made and the back of the truck cab was the back of our seat. As Dad drove through the stream, he hit something and the truck stopped. Everyone else was ahead of us and kept right on going. Dad was finally able to get the truck off the rock it was on and get out of the stream--after we watched a heavy stream of oil flow downstream. The rock had torn a hole in the oil pan and the oil was gone. Ever the entrepreneur, Dad was able to run an oil line from the engine to the back of the truck cab where he was able to attach it to a gallon sized can that he put oil into. By this time Uncle Ev and Uncle Eddie had come back to find out what happened to us. They had some extra oil with them which was added so we would have enough oil to get us back to civilization. Grandpa Ezra, who always led our travel caravans, just kept on going home--oblivious to what was going on.
I wonder if that's why I don't remember taking more camping trips--except for when we went to the Kunz reunions in Cedron, Idaho."
-Jeanette
2. Did they have a nickname as a child? Did any of their family members have nicknames?
3. Did they have any exciting experiences camping or hunting that you know of.
4. Recall and write about a special party that they had given or been to that you know of.
5. Do you know of any special feelings they had as a child regarding fears, fantasies, etc?
"I’m sure that reading would have been a part of mom favorite activities. I also remember her talking about playing ball (softball) a lot growing up in Canada. She also liked attending the dances they would have regularly in the community. I can’t remember if they were at the church or the school, but they would have dances a lot on Saturday nights. My dad didn’t talk much about childhood activities, since he worked a lot, but to him that was his play and I’m sure since he was always trying to find out how things worked that would have played a large part in what he would do. He would have checked out why equipment worked the way it did.
I don’t recall nicknames but I do recall that dad didn’t like the song, “Ivan was a Russian boy who looked so very sad. Ivan didn’t play a bit because he was so sad. Ivan, Ivan you are so funny. Ivan, Ivan what a name you have”. I’m sure growing up he heard that a lot, so he wouldn’t care for the song and it wasn’t because he was sad he didn’t play a bit but because he was always working to help provide for their family. With dad being the oldest grandpa Kunz I believe expected a lot more of him than the others. I don’t recall mom having a nickname either. I do remember her saying that since she was the fourth child and when her dad did the list of names trying to come up with the kid he was needing to get after he would start the list; Vera, Leah, Vern, damnit Wilma. So she didn’t like always being ‘damnit Wilma’.
I remember mom always talking about how much she enjoyed the time they had when they lived for I believe the summer at what they called ‘Little Chicago’. I believe it was around Mirror Lake in the Uintah’s and she enjoyed the hiking around and the interaction with the people that lived up there. I always wondered through the years with as much as she enjoyed it there, that they never took us to show us where it was that they were talking about. I know my dad loved to go up to girls camp as the priesthood adviser when I was a teenager. In fact he loved it so much I believe he continued to do it for years after, until he started having heart problems and the higher altitude made it harder on him. He would take his vacation, so he could go to camp and serve the young women in our stake. That was my dad, always giving service.
I know my mom was elated with the 50th wedding anniversary party that we gave them. Since they didn’t have a big shindig when they were married, she enjoyed her moment in the limelight. Dad of course wasn’t happy that we were going to all the hassle, but I know he enjoyed visiting with everyone who came to wish them well.
Mom had a fear of water and when their house burned as a young girl she had a fear of it happening again. If she smelled smoke she would always have to get up and look around until she found where it was coming from. I’m not sure if dad had any fears, I don’t recall any but his last year or so of life might have shown what it might have been. He hated not being useful and not being able to take care of himself. I remember many times hearing him lament, “I never thought I would have to sit and watch someone else doing my work.” As for fantasies I’m sure my mom had them with the way she liked to read, she lived them as she read, but I don’t recall her talking about them. She did however really want to be an author and write books for children. Dad’s life was always reality….I don’t think he ever got the chance to fantasize.
Hopefully some of the others can recall somemore."
-Eileen
"Eileen,
You did a good job. I couldn't really come up with anything. Just for your information based on some information mom described in one of the histories she wrote I got on Google Earth and plotted approximately where Little Chicago was. I printed out the map and took it to Uncle Herb to look at and he said it looked correct.Also years before dad and I were bow hunting in the Uinta's.We had started out in the Wolf Creek area and had been taking various roads which finally brought us out on the Mirror Lake highway. One of the areas we had gone through dad had called the Soapstone area. Anyway just before we reached the Mirror Lake highway dad made the comment that Little Chicago was near where we were. It was late and I should have asked him to show it to me but I didn't. I have since regretted the fact on several occasions.
The place where we would have been on that road is near the place I identified as Little Chicago.
If you are interested I'll show you where it is because I marked it on Google Earth.
Another place I wish they would have taken us was to Pescadero up by Bern and to point out the places they lived before they built our house."
-Marvin
"Little Chicago was a timber cutting area in the Uintahs near Mirror Lake. Mom & Dad usually referred to that time as "when we lived up in the timber." There were several little shanties (cabins) where the lumberjacks lived during cutting season. I was only a few months old and there wasn't much room so Dad built a lean-to on the back of one cabin and that was the bedroom for them. I was in the main part in the crib that Dad built for me. (I'll take a picture of it and send it to you Marlies) Anyway that was the kitchen, livingroom etc.
The only camping trip I remember our family ever taking was near Mirror Lake. There was grandpa and grandma (Ezra & Vilda), Eddie and Thelma, Herb and Velta (I think) and Everett and Nellie and their kids. I don't know how old I was but it wasn't very long after Eddie and Thelma were married. (Mom may have been pregnant with Richard.) We had two big army-surplus tents that we going to sleep in. When we got there, the women started clearing the ground of as many rocks as we could and the men went cutting pine boughs to put on the ground for us to sleep on. I thought that was very strange and for my small body I couldn't wiggle into the boughs enough to be comfortable. Actually one of my memories was how uncomfortable I was--because there was a pointy part of a big rock right under where my bed was. It was not an enjoyable night. I can't remember what we ate or if anyone went fishing.
I do remember that they all decided to go up to Little Chicago. So away went the caravan of cars. We got there okay and it was fun for me to see where I had lived even though at that time all the shanties were at various degrees of falling down. The one that Mom, Dad and I lived in was in the best shape. Dad said it was because he fixed it up while we lived there.
Along the little dirt road, which was quite a way from the main road to Little Chicago, there was a small stream which we had to drive through. The depth was about the height of the car running boards (just below the bottom of the door). Our family was in Dad's little Terraplane truck. Marv and I sat on a little board bench Dad had made and the back of the truck cab was the back of our seat. As Dad drove through the stream, he hit something and the truck stopped. Everyone else was ahead of us and kept right on going. Dad was finally able to get the truck off the rock it was on and get out of the stream--after we watched a heavy stream of oil flow downstream. The rock had torn a hole in the oil pan and the oil was gone. Ever the entrepreneur, Dad was able to run an oil line from the engine to the back of the truck cab where he was able to attach it to a gallon sized can that he put oil into. By this time Uncle Ev and Uncle Eddie had come back to find out what happened to us. They had some extra oil with them which was added so we would have enough oil to get us back to civilization. Grandpa Ezra, who always led our travel caravans, just kept on going home--oblivious to what was going on.
I wonder if that's why I don't remember taking more camping trips--except for when we went to the Kunz reunions in Cedron, Idaho."
-Jeanette
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