by GoldenSpice » Fri Jul 08, 2016 2:35 pm
Sweet Remembrance
The 1940’s through 1950’s can be described as a time of conflict and excitement. The early 40’s started with World War II, the most devastating and destructive war to that date. 16 million military troops were killed, and 30 million civilians were killed in China and the Soviet Union alone. (“World War II”) During the war, the American public was still pushing onward, and in 1946 the first digital computer was formed, and introduced at the Moore School of Electrical Engineering in Philadelphia. It was 30 by 60 feet, and weighed 60,000 pounds. Some popular movies included “Going My Way”,”Gaslight”, and “Meet Me in St.Louis”.In 1947, Jackie Robinson joined the Brooklyn Dodgers and began a new era for African-Americans in baseball, and the microwave oven was invented. In 1948, Leo Fender invented the electric guitar, and people were watching “The Snake Pit”, and “Red River” for movies, and the new Polaroid camera developed pictures in one minute. In 1949, big band music dies and is replaced by bebop, or bop.(“The 1940’s Decade Timeline”) But in 1949, another very important event happened. On August 21, 1949 Barbara LaMaster was born in Fairfield, Iowa at the time a town of 6,773 people. (“Total Population For Iowa’s Incorporated Places:1850-2010”)
Barb LaMaster sits down across from me, a large wooden table in between us. She carefully slides two photo albums into the middle of the table, her white hair shimmering under the overhead light. She looks up, her blue eyes set on a face of progressing years, but still youthful in their depths. She smiles and says “I brought up some old photo albums, if you wanted to look through them; I suppose we should just start from the beginning.” She flips open an album and I am faced with memories of a Silent Generation woman,.She carefully points to a faded picture, it’s edges worn. In it stands a woman, a slightly taller man, with his hand resting on her shoulder, and three children. Two girls at their feet, and a young boy in the mother's arms. “That’s me,” Barb says, pointing to the middle child, with brown curls.
“And that’s my family,”she says sliding her finger back for me to see.
Barb sits down with her parents, sister, and brother for supper. Her sister Joanne, who is 3 years older, sits across from her, and her younger brother Dennis, who is 5 years younger sits next to her. Her father, Everett sits next to her mother. He was a mechanic, and thankfully always had work in these tough times. Due to the production interruptions of February, 1942 for most automobile producers, Everett had his hands full keeping what cars were on the road, running.. It was blessing, but it was hard work. Their mother, Jeanette laid out the glass plates, cups and dishes as she set the table for them to eat. She had collected beautiful rosepoint etched glass, of varying reds, pinks, and greens over the years. Her mother reached over to the stove top and grabbed the pan of cooked pork fat, a common part of their meals these days. They always had big gardens, and used everything they could, nothing went to waste. Meal times, like now, were still meager however. Her mother fixed pork fat often for meals, as it was all they had.
Barb flips to another page in the photo album. She stops at a picture of a church, its white boards standing out in the old photograph.
“This is where we went to church,” she says, smiling.”It’s called the New Sweden Lutheran Church, and it’s still standing. They have service there twice a year.” She brushes the picture lightly, remembering something.
“So are you Swedish?” I ask, glancing up from the picture to catch her gaze.
“Yes, my ancestors came over from Sweden. We still have family there. In fact, all of my family has been buried at that church, and I will be too.”
Barb’s family links their hands together around the table and bows their heads to pray. They were a devotedly religious family and made sure Christ and the word of the Lord were a major part of their lives. They attended New Sweden Lutheran Church, where she was baptized, and so were both her siblings.
“Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, and let these gifts to us be blessed, Amen,” Everett prayed over their as they did before every meal, and then they began to eat.
Barb stops on page filled with pictures of her childhood, laughing.
“I remember this day,” she says, still chuckling. She points to another sepia photograph, and in it is a picture of young Barb, playing in river, with no bathing suit.
“We went to the country that day, and I didn't have suit,” she says, the smile still on her face as she pulls the photograph out of the album to give me a closer look.
The next day, a Sunday, was hot, and it was mother’s chance to relax, and Everett’s time to be with the kids. He said, “Okay, what do you guys wanna do?” Barb and her brother and sister didn't have to think for a moment. “Let’s go to the country, oh let’s go to the country!” It was particularly hot today, so Barb’s brother made an extra request. “Let’s go wade in the creek.” Their father quickly agreed and soon they pulled out of town up to the small creek. But Barb quickly realized she didn't have a swimsuit along, but it was so hot, she didn't want that to stop her. She quickly took off all her clothes and jumped in the soothing cool water of the creek. Her brother and sister laughed, and she smiled as her father pointed the camera her way and snapped a picture, her brown hair framing her face.
Barb sighs as she finishes telling me of that day at the creek.
“So what did you do as you got older?” I ask. Barb smiles and nods at me for a moment before answering.
“I always wanted a family, to be the stay at home mom, and have my own children to care for. But before I did that, I decided to go to college and get my degree in Music Education. That’s where I met Dave, you know.” Her eyes look far away as she remembers something and I ask,
“How did you meet Dave?”
Barb walked across campus to Messiah rehearsal for the Augustana Choir practice freshman year of college. Dave was at seminary and notices a bright young women with dark hair from a distance at Messiah rehearsal.After a few days he decides to ask one of the girls friends who she is. He learns her name is Barb, but she is already seeing someone. Fast forward a year, and Barb is no longer dating her boyfriend. Barb sat down and wrote out some postcards to parents and friends back home, and went down to the student union to mail them.Quickly distracted by her friend, she sets them down without a thought on the counter, and leaves with her friend. Later that night, her phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Barb?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“This is Dave, I was in the student union tonight getting coffee, and I found some of your postcards on the counter. Don’t worry, I mailed them for you.”
“Oh! Thank you so much.”
The next night, Barb attends a dance with her friend, and sees Dave. After talking for awhile with friends she heads out, but as soon as she gets home, her phone rings again. It’s Dave.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Barb?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“Hi, it’s Dave. The one who found your postcards.”
“Oh yes, I remember you!”
“Well… I was wondering if you would like to go on a coffee date with me?”
Barb laughs. “That was fate. He really had an in with finding those postcards, and he had wanted to ask me anyway.” I nod, smiling too.
“So what did you and Dave do after college?”
Barb laughs again. “Well we got married, our senior year of college. I knew I was gonna get a diamond that day, too. My car wasn’t working, and he offered to drive me to my service where I played piano for three services, and along the way he wanted to stop at Vandeveer Park, to see the swans. When we got there, he got down on one knee, and proposed.” I laugh at this too, not because it is funny, but because it is so sweet.
“That is wonderful isn't it.”I say. Barb nods.
“After that, we started our church work.”
Barb hurries to pull on her coat as she goes out the door for Sunday service. Dave is busy teaching confirmation and directing a choir at their local Presbyterian church, while she was busy playing three services each Sunday, while helping him get ready for their move to Phoenix, where they will be planting a congregation.
Fast forward. Barb scoots back in her chair, relaxing after the long day. They have finally settled down here in Phoenix, Arizona, and Dave has established a fairly strong mission congregation.Dave had knocked on doors, but since this was a brand new area of the city, with many transplants, there were a lot of people looking for a church. With her two babies to look after, as well as her duties at the church Barb had been staying very busy.She has been helping with secretarial duties, and has established a women's group. She also played the organ and directed a children’s choir on Sundays.
Barb glances at the clock.
“Yes, that was a busy time. But it was also a good time. We were there until the end of 1969. Then we decided to come home.”
I look up as I finish my last word on my full page of notes. “Thank you Barb, you did great,” I say, as I pick up my things and tuck them away in my jacket. I stand to go, and as we say our farewells at the door, I notice the shimmering glass in the cabinets, Jeanette’s glass. Now it’s Barb’s glass, for her family to enjoy. But it wasn't so much the glass itself but the memories that came with it that truly made me smile as I walked out that door. Like William Cowper once said, “Happiness depends, as Nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.” (Fitzhenry)
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When you're happy you
enjoy the music,
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Music:On
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But when you're sad,
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World: Off
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You understand the lyrics.
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