Watching my shows tonight I’m getting more and more irritated. So sick and tired of the election BS, it just needs to stop…the election is over, we elected a new president, it is so time for the cry baby crap to just stop! I wasn’t happy when Obama was elected, had nothing to do with the color of his skin, it had to do with my not agreeing with his thoughts and beliefs that are different than mine. Plain and simple, he’s liberal and I’m conservative. I didn’t throw a temper tantrum, didn’t post nasty comments on social media. I came to terms with someone I didn’t agree with was now going to be in office and I was just going to have to learn to live with it.
I’m also so tired of hearing the descriptions given to people that voted for Trump. I am not racist. I have five cousins who are black and you know what, I love them to pieces! I’m not one of those people who’ll say that I don’t see color, I do, we all do…but just because I see that someone is a different color than I am doesn’t mean that I don’t see them as an equal human being. We are all the same no matter what color we are, on the inside we are all the same. Just my opinion.
Really wish all this knit picking would stop. There are always winners and losers, the winners need to learn to be good winners and the losers to be good losers. I just want peace for everyone, everywhere.
At Cousin Christmas the other night my aunt brought me this amazing picture. My Great Grandma and Grandpa Kiertzner and their four children in the order of age, Otto, Greta Fern (my Oma), Dorothy and Alfred Jr. (Boody). Always so tickled to get pictures like these!
I never knew my great grandparents, they passed away in the 1958 and 1960. Uncle Boody was killed in World War 2 less than 24 hours from the official end of the war. Uncle Ottie passed away in 1966 and Dorothy moved away to California and severed contact with her sister. Oma never knew why.
My grandparents came to the United States in 1914 from Varde, Denmark, where they were married. They left behind a baby girl who had died as an infant from cancer.
Growing up I remember Oma telling the story about when she was a little girl. It was right around Valentine’s Day and little Fern went to school and announced that the family was moving back to Denmark. The teacher gave Fern her valentines that day. When asked why she’d been given her valentines early she explained to her parents that she’d told the teacher that they were moving. Being a little girl she didn’t understand that when her mom was crying, homesick and saying that she wanted to move back home, that it was just that and that they weren’t actually moving. She had to take her cards back the next day.
I do remember a couple times, just barely, when family came over to visit. Not all of my great grandparents siblings came over, my Oma grew up in contact with her family overseas and at times they would come to visit and at times my grandparents would go there to visit. I recall once a little old lady teaching us how to say “I know more than you” in Dane to say to our teachers. My mother has said she didn’t know exactly who the lady was other than family, but she remembers vividly her smoking thin cigars.
Both of my grandparents spoke Danish fluently and German as well, my mother has said the area of Germany my paternal grandparents came from was an area that went back and forth between being German and Danish and the language was very similar. Wish my Old Ma was still alive, never thought to talk to her about those things.
Talking to my folks recently after helping a cousin with her daughter’s ancestry project at school and finding their information from having gone through Ellis Island, mom told me a story I hadn’t heard. Great Grandma was pregnant when they hit Ellis Island. She told her husband that she was so tired of eating the same thing day after day that she wanted something different. Alfred told her he had some of the meat left that they had packed and he had five cents, she took the meat. Imagine coming across the ocean and stepping onto a new land with five cents in your pocket.
My great grandma was never happy here. She always wanted to move back home. She knew very little English, so I’m assuming that didn’t help at all. Being a farmers wife, guessing she didn’t get off the farm all that often either. From talking to my aunt, she attempted to kill herself and her two oldest children at least once. That really woke me up…if she had succeeded, none of us would be here. My Old Ma was one of those two children. That fact has really given me a shake up, dad, me, my siblings, my children…none of us would be here. Really makes a person think.
Great Grandpa passed away suddenly in 1958 from a heart attack, Great Grandma passed two years later. I recall either Old Ma or my mother saying that she died of a broken heart. So sad.
Being a genealogy nut, I love hearing new stories, seeing new to me pictures, finding new information.
Well, once again I’ve rambled on more than too long.