Greetings to my wonderful family, from California to
Indiana to Houston and everyone in between. I would
like to share a few memories of my early childhood
that I hope you will find interesting.
A Terrible Storm
I will start with not my memory but Daddy's. It's
about my birth. You see even though I lived on the
farm until I was five, I was not born on the farm.
Mama and Daddy had moved to town at that time and were
living near the comer of S. W. W. White Rd and
Holmgreen Rd. At the time of my birth there was a
terrible storm. Mama said it was a tornado, Daddy said
it was very high winds. He went next door to our
landlord, Mr. Fater, to help secure his windmill. Mama
talked about the garage being moved by the wind. Daddy
also said his aunt Josephine was in town to visit her
sister and she stayed several days to help care for
Mama. Daddy was working at Staffles feed store, which
was near St. Joseph's Church downtown.
Dodging The Bus
My memories of the farm seem to be many, when you
consider that I was of the young age of five when we
moved to town. I turned five in August of 1947 and we
moved to 122 Eureka Dr. in November 1947. I won't
include all my memories. That would take too long. But
there was a day, let’s say it was spring. I just
remember a beautiful day. I walked with Clarence,
which is what he was called back then, to the road
where the bus picked him up for school. We decided to
hide when the bus came. So Clarence wouldn't go to
school that day. I don't remember if the driver honked
or if we got in trouble. I just remember Clarence
missing the bus and us playing in the creek, which was
dry most of the time. When I was older Mama said that
old creek was a snake pit and she had warned us many
times not to play there.
Jane Ann Kruse
