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  Vacation Wrestling
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 03:01 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

I was about 8 and we went on vacation with mom, the Unc, Nana, Pawpaw and me. On our way to New Mexico to visit a relative, as I recall. As evening came, we had a cot between the two beds and the TV was on. It was showing wrestling! I remember rolling off the bed right onto the cot. Just so happened that's where the Unc was. A wrestling match worthy of being televised (I'm sure) ensued. I sure slept well.

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  Memory as a child Dogs and Ticks
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 02:56 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

I was about 10 years old (or so) and I remember spending a LOT of time in Farmington. I loved it there. Initially, the Unc had a house on a lake. I could fish, shoot, goof off. It was great! One really vivid memory has to do with the Unc and the Fox (my maternal grandfather). It was summer and both the Unc and Fox were in the house. Doors were left open a lot because of no? air conditioning or it just wasn't that hot or we were just used to it. I was walking by the door in the basement, heard talking and the occasional click of something that sounded like two rocks being hit together. I stood in the doorway and saw what was happening. The Unc and the Fox were both sitting on opposite ends of a cot. The Unc had his dog's color in one hand and was digging ticks off with the other. When he found a tick, he'd put it on the concrete floor where the Fox sat poised with a hammer. The tick hit the ground, the Fox smashed the tick. This went on for some time. Longer than I had the desire to watch. But, I remember it like I just came from there.

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  I'm Somebody (Sort Of)
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 02:47 PM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - No Replies

My paternal grandmother, Grandma Schweickhardt, was big into genealogy (way before it was cool or easy). She researched (I don't know how but it couldn't have been easy in the pre-internet days) and discovered some interesting things about our lineage. She discovered that we are pretty directly descended from Edward Rutledge (my grandma's maiden name) who was the youngest signer of the Declaration of Independence. Moving forward, apparently Davy Crockett is a branch in the old family tree. Another interesting find has to do with Abraham Lincoln. Apparently, Abraham Lincoln's first love (at least that's how the internet describes it) was Ann Rutledge. We were almost related. They probably would have married had Ann not inconveniently died from typhoid. All of this to say that, because of her research, my grandmother became a member of the DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution).

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  The Float Trip
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 02:39 PM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - No Replies

Every year, dad would treat all of his employees to a float trip at some time in the summer. It was a great opportunity for the employees to see each other as there were two different locations. I was pretty newly married and Diana was with me (on her first float trip with dad). Morning arrived and we were all down at the water putting in our canoes. Diana, looking forward to it, was a little impatient with me because I hadn't really moved much. Finally, all of the others had put in except for dad and my canoe. Diana was saying, "Come on, let's go!". I told her, "Just a minute more." and waited for dad to get in his canoe and put out. As was his practice, it was halfway up the bank, filled with coolers, dad, Jane, and Jane's daughter sitting in the middle. It was pointed towards the shore.  Dad usually tried to take the easy way out in a canoe and it always caused him to work harder. They started digging and pushing back with the paddles to get started. The boat began to move, slowly. They kept pushing and finally it got into water about 10 to 12 inches deep. One more dig . . . . and they all went over. Less than 5 feet off the shore, they spilled the whole mess. Coolers, life jackets, paddles, cans of beer all began floating down the river. Everyone around went into save the cooler mode. Once they stood up in the river, it was apparent that Jane and her daughter were upset with dad. Everything got loaded back into the canoe and I held it in the shallow water so that they could get in and going. Jennifer (her daughter) decided to go with us because she didn't want to tip again. Diana understood my 'slow' start. I wasn't disappointed!

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  Sailing Trip
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 02:28 PM - Forum: Smith Clan - No Replies

(Trying hard to remember the story to repost...)

In the 80's, John had purchased a 27' Hunter sailboat. This was a time before mom really knew how to swim. I recall going to the boat, which was near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi (I think) in north St. Charles county. We were on the river and the wind started to come up a little (which made for good sailing). We were initially all on deck having a good time. I looked around and noticed that mom was nowhere to be seen. I found her below decks in the cabin holding on for what appeared to be dear life. I can't help but think she really did not enjoy those sailing trips.

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  What a hunt!!
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 10:43 AM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - No Replies

The attached story was NOT BASED on fact. It WAS fact. Believe it or not. I wouldn't be able to make this stuff up. I hope you enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think. Please leave a comment.



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Big Grin Stories (to keep Denny happy)
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 10:41 AM - Forum: Hanson Clan - Replies (1)

The attached stories are really more true than not. As a matter of fact, as I think about them there may not be too much in them that isn't true. Spooky!! One story is primarily for Denny. (You know which one!) One is for the rest. I hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you think.



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  Wrinkled Fenders Are The Norm
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 09:27 AM - Forum: Smith Clan - No Replies

This story was told to me by mom. Back when the folks lived in the country John had a Mazda pickup. Somehow, I can't remember how, one of the fenders either became wrinkled or he bought it that way. In any case, John bought a fender, had it painted to match the truck and left it  in the driveway in the sun to dry. Apparently, mom was going somewhere and backed up over the fender. She told John about it and said all he did was sigh. That was pretty impressive control.

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  Great Coffee Skills!
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 09:26 AM - Forum: Smith Clan - No Replies

Diana and I were living with the folks when we got back from college. I remember one morning, we were all gathered around the table except for John. He was coming in from the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. As he hit the kitchen floor, I guessed it was pretty slick for sock feet and his feet went out from under him and he went straight down. We all bounced up to check on him. He was sitting straight leg on the floor and managed not to spill a single drop from his cup. It was about 1/2 full. That was impressive.

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  Made to feel special??
Posted by: schwei - 01-12-2021, 09:26 AM - Forum: Hanson Clan - No Replies

When I first started dating Diana, I remember going to her home in northern Minnesota for the first time. On two different occasions, while we were praying before a meal, her dad asked 1) "What's your name again?" and 2) called me Bob during a prayer. Bob was her old boyfriend. Boy, did I feel special!

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