Wistful Wednesday: September 26 1912

One hundred years ago today my Grandmother Hilda gave birth to her first son.  She and Grandpa named him Wilbert Samuel.  The oldest son, the first of fourteen children.

My Grandparents had been married fourteen months before Wilbert was born.

This photo is from 1919.

Hilda and the first five boys 1919

By summer of 1919 Wilbert was seven years old, Hugo was five, Jalmer was three, Ervin was two and baby Oscar was born May 31 1919. ( He helps to date the photo!)  By this time my Grandparents had been married eight years and they had five sons.

I always think my Grandmother looks tired in this photo and I bet she was.

This is one of my favorite photos. Uncle Wilbert is cutting my Uncle Hugo’s hair.  You just had to make do…I suppose you could always wear a cap. Wilbert was the barber and cut everyone’s hair..well at least all his brothers hair..when you have lots of brothers you get lots of practice.

Wilbert and Hugo

My Uncle Wilbert married my Aunt Senia ( Who is still alive, but lives in the Nursing Home.)

Wilbert and Senia

This may be their wedding photo.

My Uncle Wilbert died in February of 1990.  He had the flu and was recovering in the hospital and died.  He was 78 years old.  I had many opportunities to have coffee with him and visit…I wish I had written down some of his stories.

Uncle Wilbert and Aunt Senia had three beautiful daughters.

Bernice, Petie and Diana copy

My Uncle Wilbert was like all of my father’s brothers. They were all strong men physically and emotionally, steadfast in their faith and good fathers with a keen sense of humor. Salt of the earth.

One hundred years..I often wonder what it was like back then.  My Grandmother was a midwife later in her life.  I imagine that she was tended to by her mother and sisters for the birth at home:)

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2 Responses to Wistful Wednesday: September 26 1912

  1. Anohter wonderful family story …..I agree: your grandma looks tired and she WAS…hard work each day and having many babies close together..it was just how it was back then. Living on a farm in those days meant days of hard toil with no conveniences whatsoever; kerosene lamps for light; outhouses for bathrooms, no running water inside a house and probably very hard mineral water to have to wash clothes and endless dishes and other washing jobs; yet those women then often worked harder than we do to keep a clean homne and always have baked goods on hand for the many drop-in visitors (neighbors) and others. I admire the grit, the toughness, the determination that this generation of women (and men) possessed.
    I am sure some of them were depressed but they had to keep going no matter what…many died young in or after childbirth. They are the Golden Ones we remember with so much love and admiration.
    I had grandmothers and great grandmothers who were like yours…..God bless their memories and how wonderful that we have pictures of them!

  2. P.S. And they baked their own bread 2 or 3 times a week also!!!! And cooked 3 meals plus big lunches every day.