Friday, July 21, 2017


My sister, Gloria was born when I was one year, one month and one day old. My parents were living in a very small trailer and my dad was working 3rd shift. My dad was 29 and my mom was 23. 

When we were 2 and 3, my parents bought a home in Elyria, OH that we lived in until we got married. In 1961 my parents sold their home to my mother's sister and her family and they still own the home. In 1945 another sister joined the family and in 1956 our brother joined the family. In 1961 our parents moved to Prescott, Arizona for new adventures. But, that's another story.

Being the "middle" child after 1945, there were times that Gloria and my younger sister sided together, and there were times that Gloria and I sided together. Rarely was it all 3 girls on the same page!

We attended Ely School which was one block from our house. Back in "those" days, we got an hour and a half for lunch and we could go home for lunch. Often, one of our teachers joined us as they were also friends of the family.                                                                      

Gloria learned to play the violin, the flute, and the piano. Gloria was an avid reader. In high school she was in band, and so was I. Oh the fun we had. Summer band camp was held at the grade school at the end of our street. It was easy for us to get to. Gloria also loved art and art projects. Of course, our mother was a creative person and she always encouraged our endeavors. Mom just didn't teach us how to cook or sew - those were her domains!

There are many memories of family vacations in our homemade camping trailer. Favorite destinations were Arizona and Colorado, but we saw a great deal of the United States from the Smokey Mountains to New England (somehow missed Washington, D.C.); from Niagra Falls to the Minnesota iron ranges; from the Dakotas to the Ozarks.

In the summer of  1961, Gloria married her high school sweetheart. They had two sons together. The family lived in Lorain, Ohio - Elyria, Ohio - and Prescott, Arizona.In 1971 her husband was killed while walking late at night. In 1977, their oldest son was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident in Prescott, Arizona.

As a single mother, she did the best she could do for her sons. She bought a home and held different jobs from waitressing to home care.

To create a fresh start, she moved to California. She certainly had new adventures while she was there. She eventually found a great job working with children who were physically and mentally challenged. She lived in Orange County and not that far from the Pacific Ocean. My husband and I visited her and certainly enjoyed the area.

When our mother suddenly died in 1999, new choices were once again presented. Gloria ended up buying mom's mobile home and property from the estate. She moved a new modular home on to the lot and has spent a great deal of time and love in making it a beautiful place to live.

She is now closer to her youngest son and his family -   3 granddaughters, and 4 great-granddaughters. She is a nanny for a young professional family and those kids are her second family.
Happy 74th Birthday to my sister, Gloria!

Monday, January 2, 2017

My Dad - Wayne Lance

 January 2, 2017 - Today, my dad would have been 103 - Jiminy Cricket wanted to live to be 103 - so did my dad! Dad died in 2012 at the age of 98+. My dad shared his birthday with his father, who was 28 at the time dad was born. My dad was 28 when I was born.

Wayne Lance born 2 January 1914
Born in Homerville, Ohio, his parents were older when he was born. He remained an only child until he was 14 years old and his parents adopted a baby girl they named Mildred.

 Wayne Lance High School graduation picture

 Four generations - Margaret being held by great-grandmother Carrie Lance, with grandfather, Vernon Lance and dad, Wayne Lance about 1943

 Wayne Lance

I have mentioned before that dad was a musician for most of his life. He played various instruments including the trumpet, guitar, ukulele, harmonica, piano and organ. After he graduated from high school, he went to Chicago to attend the Sherwood Music School. His dream was to be a music teacher in the public schools. After a year at Sherwood, it became financially impossible for him to continue. He returned to Ohio and found factory work. He maintained his musical ambitions to a point by playing in small dance bands and for private affairs. He became a church organist for several churches during his life. At the age of 95 he was playing his organ at a local coffee shop in Prescott, AZ.

Dad was 25 when he married my mother, Allene. He was 7 years older than she was. They had met at a school musical function. My parents were married for 39 years before they divorced. They had 4 children; me, Gloria, Janet and when I was 14, my brother, David, was born.

Dad worked at a foundry in Spencer, OH when I was born. He had worked at Eagle Rubber in Ashland, OH making balloons. My dad had no sense of smell. But he said he could smell the ammonia fumes from the large vats the balloons were dipped in to. By 1945 my parents were living in Elyria, OH and bought a home on Lafayette St. Dad was working for Romec Pump - later Lear-Seigler - as a tool and die machinist.
When I was 5, my dad started teaching me how to play the piano. I continued to play and take lessons until I graduated from high school. I can remember sitting at the piano that was sitting in the middle of the room, as they were removing wallpaper in the living room. Dad tried teaching my sisters, but they weren't as in to it. We all played other instruments, though. I played clarinet and bassoon, Gloria played flute and violin, Janet played trumpet and violin, and our brother David learned piano/keyboard and guitar. (My mother had played the violin and piano as well).

From the late 1940's to the late 1950's our summer vacations were marvelous adventures.

Dad built our camping trailer from a blueprints he ordered from a magazine. I have the original blueprints. This camping outfit took us to the Smokey Mountains, to New England in to Canada. To upper Michigan, down through Wisconsin and the Wisconsin Dells, to Minnesota and the iron-ore ranges; to North and South Dakota. We saw Mt. Rushmore and the new sculpture of Chief Crazy Horse that was just starting to be made. Many of our trips were to the southwest and to Colorado. We all loved Colorado. We rode the Durango-Silverton Railroad; we climbed the ladders and trails in Mesa Verde. We crossed the bridge at the Royal Gorge and rode the little train with signs that said "Deadwood Ahead". Sure enough, there was a pile of dead wood! We rode the incline at the Royal Gorge. We went to the top of Pike's Peak. We camped at Dinosaur National Park. We camped at the Grand Canyon and saw the canyon in the light of the full moon. We took a jeep tour of Monument Valley and it touched our hearts as to the life of the Navajos that lived there. They were just starting to build water tanks for water supplies in the mid-1950's. We went to White Sands, New Mexico and to Santa Fe and Albuquerque. We went to Tucson, Phoenix, Sedona and Prescott in Arizona. It was a magical time and we saw so much. Dad loved to travel and see new things.

In 1961, my dad decided his family was moving to Prescott, Arizona. He left his job at Lear Seigler, 3 years short of full retirement; sold their home to my mother's sister; packed up and headed west. My brother David and my sister Janet went with them. Gloria and I were both married.

Dad never really found a steady job after going to Arizona. He delivered newspapers, he worked as custodian at the local theater, he found playing jobs, he sold organs and pianos, he taught music, he became organist for the First Congregational Church. After my parents divorced, he moved to Cottonwood, Arizona and bought a music store there, but it didn't work out for him.

Dad was married and divorced two more times. My mom never remarried.

Dad was a technical person. He loved new gadgets. He learned to develop his own pictures and had a darkroom in the basement. The little room beside the furnace also was his "radio shack" where he was a ham radio operator K7LRN (lizards, rattlesnacks, navajo). When the computer became affordable, he loved it. He never mastered it, but he could instant message with me from Arizona to Ohio twice a day. When I asked him once what he thought the greatest invention was in his lifetime, he said without hesitation - the computer!
I miss our conversations.
Happy birthday, Dad!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Lunch with an Ancestor

Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month.
March 16 — If you could have lunch with any female family member (living or dead) or any famous female who would it be and why? Where would you go? What would you eat?

I know I'm a couple of days late with this one. It took a little thought.

I would go to lunch with my cousin, Lela Carson Johnson Burge. Lela was my dad's half first cousin. Lela's mother and my grandmother were half sisters. Growing up, Lela always told us we were "distantly" related. Hah! She was a special person in our lives and in mine particularly. Lela was also the storyteller in the family circle. We hung on her every word. She lived through the depression. She lived in Colorado and California as well as in Ohio. She lost her only son in a WWII flight training accident. She was a music teacher. She was a grand lady standing not quite 5 foot tall, if that.

I would love to have lunch with her - again - and talk about our family to learn even more. She had insisted that her grandmother had not divorced her first husband to marry a second time. (That is a whole different story). Yet, I did find the divorce record. I would want to know more about her grandmother and her second husband (and the first husband, too) I would love to tell her how much I have learned about our family - the good and the bad. She might be a bit appalled that I found the divorce record, though.

I always thought of her as a third grandma. An overnight at her place was always an experience. Lela lived to be almost 106 years of age. She had a lifetime of stories of her own to tell.

We would go on a picnic in a park with a river or water flowing neaerby. Sandwiches and lemonade with plenty of pickles on the side. Cookies for dessert.


Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month.
March 14 — Newsmakers? Did you have a female ancestor who made the news? Why? Was she famous or notorious? Did she appear in the social column?

My mother's sister, Norma Werner Kraps, was an avid bird watcher. When my sisters and I were young, we would go hiking in the local park with the Audubon group to seek out our feathered friends. We learned the calls of the birds, and the colorings and markings of the birds. My aunt could tell from the song she heard what was in the area. She worked with scouting groups and was a guide to many.

In 1958 the Elyria Audobon Society was formed (Ohio) and in 2008, Norma was among a handful of members being recognized for their long-time association with the organization. Norma held all offices in the society.

Her special bird watching apparel was a pink hat and her binoculars. As her eyesight deteriorated due to macular degeneration, she got stronger binoculars until she could only recognize the songs of her feathered friends telling of their presence.

She traveled the United States always alert for new sightings and new adventures.

Thanks, my dear Aunt Norma, for the love of your feathered friends.

Norma Werner Kraps in 2008

Saturday, March 15, 2014

A Six Word Memoir

Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month.
March 15 — Write a six-word memoir tribute to one of your female ancestors.


Thursday, March 13, 2014

March 13 - Moment of Strength

Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month.
March 13 — Moment of Strength: share a story where a female ancestor showed courage or strength in a difficult situation.

I have to admire the strength and courage of my great-grandmother, Augusta Sprengel Werner. She and her husband, Anton, lived in the most northern part of Germany near Koningsberg. It is said that they were peasants on a farm and had little food to eat. The landowner would lock the excess food away so his peasants wouldn't be able to get to it. 

In March of 1888, Anton set out for the United States. Former tenants on the same farm had previously come to the United States and urged Anton and his family to come for a better life. Anton left behind his family knowing they would re-unite soon.

Anton made his way to Grafton, Ohio where he worked in the sandstone quarries. He worked very hard to have a home for when his family when join him.

Either just before, or just after Anton departed Germany, Augusta gave birth to their second son, Otto. The records indicate that Otto was either 2 weeks old or 2 months old when Augusta and her two sons set sail for America in April of 1888. The church record from Elyria, Ohio indicates that Otto was born in March of 1888.

It is not known if Augusta traveled with friends or family. It is known that she had two small children with her. She was leaving the only life she had ever known for an unknown future. Augusta was 27 years old. Family stories tell us that on the ship, Augusta became very ill. They were traveling in steerage. Her worldly possessions were only a feather bed and a wicker trunk. It is said that without the help and assistance of the other passengers, she would have died on that trip. 

This is a picture of the ship Trave that Augusta and her sons traveled to America on

Augusta did survive the trip. She never learned to speak English very well and insisted her children speak German at home. Of course, being born in the United States, they were only learning German from their parents. It was difficult for the children. Six more children were born including my grandfather after they settled in to a life in Grafton, Ohio.

Would I have the same courage to make that kind of a move on my own? To move away from my family and all I knew? Time and circumstances dictate our choices in life. Perhaps it is just knowing you would have the opportunity have a better life or make a change that would be worth it in the end.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

March 12 - Working Outside the Home

Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month.
March 12 — Working girl: Did your mother or grandmother work outside the home? What did she do? Describe her occupation.

For the first 22 years of her married life, my mother was a stay-at-home mom. My parents were married in 1939. Three daughters were born between 1942 and 1945. My father made a living as a machinist in a factory and was a musician on the weekends which brought in extra money that was used for our yearly vacations. My brother was born in 1956 when I was 14 years old. He had four mothers! In the summer of 1961 my parents decided to move from Ohio to Prescott, Arizona.

This move meant that my dad was giving up a secure job and only a few short years until he earned his full pension right. The house was nearly paid off. They sold the house to my mother's sister and her family. They packed up the trailer, and looking like a gypsy caravan they started out on their new adventures.

Once in Arizona, dad found it difficult to find a job. Prescott, Arizona, even in the 1960's was considered a retirement community. There were no factories or major industries. He started teaching music and playing dinner music in restaurants. There were still two children at home.

In order to supplement the household income, mom found a job as a "nanny" or babysitter to her doctor's family of 5 children. She bonded well with that family and was with them for several years. She finally found a job working with the local public library. Because she loved books so dearly, this was the perfect job for her. She rarely worked the front desk preferring to be behind the scenes. She learned to repair book bindings and often traveled to the branch libraries to give instructional classes to other librarians. She truly loved what she did.