As a parent, you measure the milestones of your child with those that you yourself experienced growing up: losing teeth, first day at school, first time at summer camp, and all those other markers. And up until now, those parallels have been rather theoretical for me. I don't have a lot of clear memories from my childhood. Nothing traumatic, just being an only child with rather uncommunicative parents there wasn't much repetition to build those memories.

But now Zoe is 16 -- and that's an age I actually remember being rather vividly.  And I don't just remember being 16, I still recall what and how I thought at 16 -- my conflicts and my complexity. And the things I did at 16, well, I just hope...

It's also a way of viewing how things have changed in the world. Zoe's 2008 is my 1979. The big struggles for my 1979 world was disco versus rock, and US versus USSR. You know you're reached middle age when events you read in the newspaper get written into the textbooks.

So I'm pretty amused by this, and the way it's making me feel -- reflective, a bit weirded out. Enjoy the pic. Continue reading »

So another Christmas family post (and this is about all I've got). Herman Reimer, my grandfather, was a Mennonite. If you've listened to the recordings I posted previously, you can tell that he was a rather devout Mennonite.

Well, in 1917 he was drafted, the Great War and all. I don't know all that much about Mennonite beliefs, but I do know one important one - non-violence. From the photo here on the left, I gather that this was not an impediment to being in the army. But when the fighting started and the army placed him in a regular fighting unit, that wasn't so good.

He spent Christmas of 1917 in the detention barracks (DB) at Fort Levenworth, Kansas, with the general prison population there. Pretty shocking for a devout country boy.

Later the army moved him to a medical unit, so he could serve and not go against his Mennonite beliefs.

All of this is the intro for what follows, my grandfather's poem based on this experience. German was his first language, which is why some of the phrasings might seem different. Enjoy, and happy holidays.

Christmas at the D.B.

Snow had covered white the ground
Just half day hard days work done
So the sun was going down
And the evening new begun

Many homes were cheering up
Children waiting joyful quite
Many trees were stationed round
Trimmed to the nicest sight

Christmas eve had come again
Not for me the very best
Not with loved ones hand in hand
Just could think of good times past

'Twas in prison in the D.B.
Where I spent the holy eve
Locked up behind the bars
Not a gift would I receive

Just the supper bell had rung
When we all lined up for mass
Marched into the dining room
Took our seat at supper mess

Supper time had barely passed
When a program got a start
Not at all the very best
Not in which I could take part

Not a Christmas poem was said
By a sweet and happy child
Not the Christmas lesson read
But the crowd was going wild

'Stead of hearing joyful songs
Awful noise was going on
Plates and bread it sailed along
Self respect seemed all be gone

Guards and officers they came
Tried to shut the racket up
But the crowd did throw at same
Bread and spuds and coffee oups

'Stead of seeing cedar buds
And the candles sparkling bright
Guards were seen with guns and clubs
Ready for the ugliest fight

Still the crowd not all that way
Some were breathing deep and quite
Not a word they had to say
Thought how they could skip the fight

While in many happy homes
Music rung so sweet and clear
Shots were heard and guns were shown
In the prison mess hall here

But it turned all alright
One was hurt but not so bad
Could have been an awful fight
But they quit with throwing bread

by Herman Reimer

This is an unusual post, so I'll try to set it up briefly. This is from back when I was a kid. My Mom's side of the family, in Oklahoma (or nearabouts), has always been quite close. But with my Mom & Dad on the east coast, how to keep up the traditional holiday family gathering?

Visiting for Christmas was not really an option (although we did visit in summers). And long-distance telephone calls were still expensive. In the days before cassette tapes, there were small reel-to-reel tape players. So in a family pod-cast-like fashion, the folks in Oklahoma would make recordings on these tape players when they were all together and send them in the mail to my family in Virginia.

These audio files are from one tape recorded on Christmas Day 1967. (I spliced it up to be a bit more manageable.) The whole family with the exception of us Willises were in my Grandparent's house in Corn, OK. My Grandparents were pretty devout Mennonite, which would explain the prayers. Not sure what interest there is here if you're not family, but give it a listen. Although the recordings are from 1967, it actually hearkens back to a time well before that.

The family singing Silent Night.

My Grandfather, Herman, speaking.

My Grandmother, Anna, speaking.

Round-robin of everyone else.

Reading the Gospel of Luke Christmas story



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