heritage stories
Our Silo Balloon Girl In the summer of 2011 a Banksy-like silhouette painting suddenly appeared on the south side of the silo. We had no idea who did it, until a year later.
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Christmas ServiceGrandpa and Grandma Rang's farm was two miles from their church at Phipps, Wisconsin. Trinity Lutheran Church was a modest white clapboard church built in 1905 on land that was donated by a parishioner. Another family donated five acres across from the church for a cemetery. The church was demolished many years ago, and trees grow where I once recited Bible verses, but the cemetery is still maintained, and we visit it regularly to put flowers on the graves of my parents. My first memories of church services and other activities all involve that little church. My mother and father were active members, which meant that we kids were also part of that church family. It was there that I learned that one should fill the front pews out of respect for the minister, that you didn't need fancy clothes, but you should wash and wear clean pants and shirts and that you kept quiet and paid attention during the service. Mom made sure that I was dressed in a clean white shirt and wore a clip-on tie every Sunday.
I remember potlucks with lots of food and time to play with the other kids while our fathers met on church business with the minister and our mothers visited with each other. By the time I was five or six I was one of the kids who had walk-on roles in the Christmas play. While the older kids were dressed as angels, Mary and Joseph or the three Wise Men and recited scripture, we little kids pretended to be shepherds, or, worse, sheep. It must have been a Christmas Eve service that persuaded Grandpa and Grandma Rang to take their family to church on a snowy December night in 1922. My father told me the story many years ago. In the summer, the family rode to church in their Overland touring car, but in the winter they traveled by horse and sleigh. On that occasion, however the snow was so deep that the horse could not pull the sleigh. "It just acted like a plow," said my father. "Pa told us we would have to walk. So that's what we did. And we weren't the only ones. "Pa broke trail, and George and Margaret who were bigger helped tramp down the snow. I helped Stub get through it and Ma made sure no one got lost. It took us a while, but we made it in time for the service. The minister's wife had hot cider for everyone afterwards in the parsonage next door to the church." "It was easier walking home, because we had made a pretty good trail. Harold (my father's younger brother) was born two months later. Ma and Harold did just fine." Today I think often of this story when church is canceled because of a winter snow or ice storm warning. My wife explains, "People don't want to have an accident driving in bad weather." I don't reply, bur the temptation is there: "Couldn't they just walk?" -Chuck Rang- |
Reminiscing at Our HouseVolunteer guides from Heritage Center bring artifacts to assisted living residents to share memories and talk about common tools from our past.
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