Little White Farm House in Iowa: Precious Memories Book1, the First 10 Years
By Carol Brands
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Book 1 of the Precious Memories' series, entitled "Little White Farmhouse in Iowa", is the first of three books about the childhood of Katherine Kroontje (Vastenhout), a farm girl of Iowa and, later, Minnesota. Book 1 describes farm life in Iowa during the depression years of the 1930s, before such luxuries as indoor plumbing, electric lights, and telephones -- while beds were still made from corn husks, and clothes sewn from feed sacks. It begins with Katherine's birth exactly at midnight of June 3, 1930, during an horrific summer thunderstorm, and ends with the "Blizzard of the Century", the Armistice Day's Blizzard of 1940. (We've had people tell us they didn't believe everything in there until they checked it out for themselves!!) Book 2, "Little Yellow Farmhouse in Iowa", continues these Iowan farm childhood stories with Katherine's years in a second little farmhouse, colored yellow, with a focus on the World War II years and fascinating details of Uncle Bill Tilstra's involvement in the Japanese front of that war. It begins with the traumatic move to the second house and ends with the exciting move to a third house in Minnesota, one with electricity! Book 3, Strangers in Minnesota, about the last four years of Katherine's years at home, not only chronicles the loneliness of a move to another state, but becomes her romance, as well, while leading us into a third Amerian era, that of the Korean War.
Carol Brands
Carol Brands calls herself primarily a mother. Born the third of sixteen children, Carol was already a “mother” to her younger brothers and sisters during her adolescent years. After she finished college, Carol continued to work with children, teaching for twelve years. At age thirty, she married and became a mother to her own eight children, four boys and four girls. Once they were all in school, she worked for another twelve years in a local care center. Now she is thrilled to enter the stage of grandmother, anticipating her ninth grandchild in 2012. It was during her years at the care center that Carol came to know Katherine Vastenhout, a resident of the center. Several times Katherine commented, “My life should be written in a book!” Carol -- who enjoyed writing -- responded, “Let’s do it!” And so began the three-year saga of writing Katherine’s biography. Writing the stories of Katherine’s childhood turned into three books, of which you are holding the first. The first book tells of Katherine’s first ten years, the 1930s, also years of severe economic depression. The second book tells of her next seven years, also the years of World War II. The third book contains the family’s move to Minnesota to Katherine’s third and last childhood home. Carol comments: “I loved writing these stories; it was so interesting and I learned so much!” Her hope is that you also benefit as you enjoy the life story of Katherine, farm girl of Iowa.
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Little White Farm House in Iowa - Carol Brands
Contents
Precious Memories
Preface by the Author
Family Tree of Katherine Kroontje (Vastenhout)
Chapter 1. June 2-3, 1930
Chapter 2. Fall 1931 Part 1
Chapter 3. Fall 1931, Part II
Chapter 4. Spring 1935
Chapter 5. July 1935
Chapter 6. August, 1935, Part 1
Chapter 7. August, 1935, Part II
Chapter 8. August, 1935 Part III
Chapter 9. September 1935
Chapter 10. November, 1935, Part 1
Chapter 11. November 1935 (continued)
Chapter 12. September, 1937
Chapter 13. July, 1937
Chapter 14. July 1938 Part 1
Chapter 15. July 1937 Part II
Chapter 16. July 29, 1938
Chapter 17. Summer, 1938
Chapter 18. May 27, 1940 Part 1
Chapter 19. Memorial Day 1940, Part 2
Chapter 20. November 11, 1940
Postlude #1 To Our Readers
Postlude #2 by Katherine
Postlude #3 For the Historical Record
The Upsetting Move
* * *
Written in Collaboration
with Katherine Vastenhout
by Carol Brands
missing image filePrecious Memories
By J. B. F. Wright
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul!
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul.
How they linger ever near me
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul!
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul!
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear:
Old time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul!
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
As I travel on life’s pathway,
Know not what the years may hold,
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul!
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Preface by the Author
A year ago, Edgebrook Care Center—where I’ve worked now for eleven years—adopted a system called Consistent Care
. Each nurse’s aide cares for twelve to fourteen residents rather than taking turns with all fifty-five residents. Day after day, five days per week, I work with the same residents. I feel like I have several dear mothers with whom I work daily.
One of these mothers
is Katherine Vastenhout. Katherine moved into our care center on February 7 of 2007 at the age of 77. She is in Room 221 at the west end of my west hallway. I soon learned that mentally Katherine was ‘way too young to be in a care center. Along with physical problems which brought her to Edgebrook, she suffered loneliness from young widowhood.
In our care center, the average age of residents is close to ninety years. Being younger than most residents, Katherine still maintains a host of interests. She has hundreds of valuable videos, often shared with residents. She plays her own organ in her room, to an audience of residents in the hallway. Outside her window hangs a bird feeder for her feathered friends. Her television is never on soaps
—or even game shows
—but on travelogues, history or human interest programs.
In daily conversations, I discover a lady with a life history of adventures. Her life shows what it was like to endure the Depression years as a farm girl in Iowa. These chapters need to be captured in print. When Katherine said the words, My life should be put in a book,
my heart responded, Let’s do it!
As I write this, we are just beginning our collaboration. If things go as we hope, perhaps in a year a book shall be typed. Perhaps in two years the book shall be in print. If God blesses this new venture, perhaps, just perhaps, it shall happen. Let us begin . . .
Carol Brands, friend of Katherine, August, 2008
Dedication
I dedicate this book, first of all, to all of Katherine’s relatives.
You have been on my mind in all of this writing. I have hoped that Katherine’s story would have permanent significance for you.
It belongs to you first of all.
I dedicate this book, secondly, to my family, my children.
You have heard me dream of having a completed book for years.
You have endured my incessant writing, of letters or poems or stories. You have used my love for writing in having me critique
your own writing… until you became better writers than I am.
I look forward to possessing and reading your books someday.
I dedicate this book, thirdly, to my 90-year-old mother.
It is you, Mom, who taught me a love for reading and writing.
Your own history includes so many stories which I dream of writing.
I will, Mom; I will. Please live long enough for it to happen… Better yet, come live in Minnesota to make it happen!
If God wills. If God wills.
And, finally, I dedicate this book to my husband of 35 years.
Your patience has made it possible to get this done, Harold.
How many times haven’t you done dishes so that I could write?
Or started the beef roast for supper… because I was writing?
Or run errands for me? Or made phone calls? Or vacuumed?
Thanks more than I can say. I love you, Harold!
Above all, this book is dedicated to my God, Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ. How I love Him, who first loved me!
Nothing happens without Him. He has been in every written thought.
May He prosper the writing. May it be to His praise.
Family Tree of Katherine Kroontje (Vastenhout)
Wilbur Kroontje—m. on February 16, 1927 to—Susie Tilstra
11/29/1899 10/26/1903
1. Son Wieba Jan (William or Willie) Kroontje 04/10/1928
2. Daughter Katherine Kroontje (Vastenhout) 06/03/1930
3. Son Gerrit Kroontje 05/22//1933
4. Daughter Dorothy Kroontje (Ricehill) 07/29/1934
5. Stillborn Infant Son 02/23/1936
6. Son John Cecil Kroontje 02/22/1941
7. Son Marvin Walter Kroontje 05/04/1942
missing image fileChapter 1. June 2-3, 1930
Thunderstorm and Midnight Birth
Vroo-o-o-o-m! . . . Cra-a-a-c-k!
Accompanied by a long, thick, jagged streak of lightning, the loud clap of thunder shook the barn frame, causing its doors to rattle. The petite, dark-blonde, 26-year-old woman, on a low stool next to a feline, nearly upset her milk pail.
The young woman, Susie Kroontje, with her husband, Wilbur, was doing the daily, late-afternoon milking of the dozen cows which their farm boasted. She hadn’t anticipated the swift rise of the afternoon storm with its loud and multiple thunders. After all, this was June 2, nearly summer.
Neither had the unborn baby within her expected the storm. The baby gave a sharp kick, making the woman grab her stomach, again nearly upsetting the milk pail. Her husband looked up in alarm.
Are things okay there, Susie?
he questioned in his mild Dutch voice. Wilbur had been born and raised in the Netherlands and still spoke Dutch with Susie and close family. Susie, on the other hand, had been born in America and was fairly gifted in the American language.
Ach, Wilbur, I think so. That clap of thunder caused this baby some alarm. It kicked… and for a minute there, it hurt, too. But it’s over, I think…
Just then another pain gripped her lower back, increasing in intensity as it built towards the front. The wife’s face, normally rosy-cheeked, blanched as she gave a muted gasp. The husband again looked quickly at her, then questioned, Do you think it is time, Susie? Has this storm started things?
I… I think… Maybe it will calm down if there is no more lightning, yes? Let me just sit for a minute.
Okay, we’ll wait. But no more milking, right? Try to relax.
The woman tried one more time to continue milking but found her fingers wouldn’t work right. She moved the milk pail to a safe spot and sat on a hay bale, leaning against another bale to relax.
* * *
Although it made no sense—the rain and wind would soon undo it, anyway—the woman automatically straightened her long hair, which had escaped the bun into which it was pulled. She relaxed against the hay bales until another spasm of pain began to build, causing her to grit her teeth.
Wilbur, I will run to the house and lie down, okay?
No, wait, Susie. I don’t want you out in that storm alone. I have only two cows left to milk, then I will go in with you. If pains continue, I will drive to get the doctor.
But, Wilbur, what shall we do with Willie? We can’t leave him alone.
Wilbur’s smile was tender as he glanced towards the calf pen where his two-year-old son was asleep. He had chosen the name of his first son, Wieba Jan
, after his own father, who still lived in the Netherlands. Wieba
was William
in English, although he was usually called Willie
.
But, uh, why was Willie in a calf pen?
The parents never dared to leave little Willie alone in the house while they milked cows. They were happy they had this clean calf pen where he could safely play near them. Usually he was content there. Today he had fallen asleep.
"Susie, since Wieba is sleeping, he won’t be upset. Even if he wakens, he can’t get out—and you know he wakes up slowly. I will be in the house only a few minutes, then I will take him with me. The neighbors have already agreed to take care of him.
"But I do not want you running through that storm alone, Susie. Wait five minutes and I can run with you so you can get to the house safely."
* * *
As she waited, Susie watched Wilbur work. She loved him so much! Her mind wandered back to their first meeting.
Susie had been to the fairgrounds in Rock Rapids with her parents, checking prizes they had won on produce. She had met Wilbur as he also looked over produce entries. Both of them had entered cabbages and tomatoes, so were in competition for prizes.
For Wilbur, it was instant attraction. He latched onto Susie and her family the rest of the evening. That led to courtship.
Another contraction, however, reminded Susie that courtship had long ago become marriage and she was soon to have her second child. She watched Wilbur hurry…
Yet five minutes became fifteen minutes before the last cow was safely milked and the milk put away. Wilbur blew out the barn kerosene lanterns and hung them on hooks. Chores were finished.
Another crack of thunder caused the last kerosene lantern to flicker dangerously despite its round glass protection.
Another contraction also gripped the woman. The message was clear: this was not a false alarm. The wild thunder storm may have started things… but started they certainly were.
She would need the doctor, today.
* * *