Showing posts with label 1989. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1989. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Will Work for School Clothes
Benson - Work List at Grandma's
August 1989
Age 11
1 moed lone every pach
2 pulled beans
3 redid path
4 stacked 3 crates kindling
5 helped clean out parking lot
6 picked strawberries
7 picked beans
8 gave water to gote
9 picked up apples of the ground
10 wheelbarreled been vines to gote
11 cleaned out shop
12 washed all garbard cans
13 helped make burn pile
14 picked basil
15 picked up nails from pasture
16 raked orchard
Benson paid
School Clothes 75.31
School Supplies 18.15
$93.46
Work credit @ $2.50 per hr 50.00
Gift from Grandma 43.40
Thursday, April 15, 2010
50 Years Later...A Party!
This is to Certify that
Robert N. Johnson and Lottie L. Jensen
of Omaha and of Omaha
were by me united in
Marriage
on the 15th day of April
in the Year of our Lord 1939
at Council Bluff Iowa
R.R. Hildebrand, Minister
Marie C. Jensen
Albert M. Harris
And 50 years later, this arrived in the mail (beware of confetti)
In typical fashion, there were lists for food...
Because we wouldn't want to run out of food...
Or not have a list...
Or not have an assignment...
I thought everyone received printed invitations to Christmas with food assignments. Nope. Just our family.
After the lists came the party!
OK, first came the gift...
It was big...
And what happens after the hard work of swing delivery? CAKE!
50 Years...5 Children (one for each decade, but they were born closer together than that...)
RJC, Jacque Johnson Burkhalter, Mark Johnson, Jill Johnson Mattingly, Minne Johnson Isley
Lottie Jensen Johnson, Robert Johnson
The Final Report
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Elk...A Matter of Perspective
What I remember about the "Tacoma Lodge No. 174" was the swimming pool. And the fancy schmancy dining hall where we got to choose anything we wanted...including dessert.
On the flip side, my paternal grandpa, Stan Burkhalter Sr., hunted elk. He once drove into our driveway with a six-point buck strapped to the front hood.
I was very confused as a kid.
AB
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