tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78778582024-03-13T03:04:06.158-04:00The Life and Letters of Gerald Lynn FuhrmanUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-90978209083634006602020-04-16T09:13:00.000-04:002020-04-16T06:35:58.833-04:00A Wonderful Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5R1_13A7HdMEEv6n6-8kXTFhQtMHFiQPJqwMsEOFe_XPxcl5BalCqr3eqADSZnKPaKEOC3deBMuTcgz7xq7Z06K4JwcZfBQVRCN4On449SqV6pwK9CaXfWTJdR11bMz3HSuAG/s1600/22222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5R1_13A7HdMEEv6n6-8kXTFhQtMHFiQPJqwMsEOFe_XPxcl5BalCqr3eqADSZnKPaKEOC3deBMuTcgz7xq7Z06K4JwcZfBQVRCN4On449SqV6pwK9CaXfWTJdR11bMz3HSuAG/s320/22222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">To adapt a quote from the Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko:</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>A writer's autobiography is his writing. Anything else is just a footnote. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Which means, in providing this autobiography, I could bore you with the details of my first seventy years on this eart<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">h with dat</span>es, incidents, titles, events, etc., or I could reveal the person that I have become by publishing many of my written musings over the years. I've chosen to do the latter. Raw and unedited despite the changing times. The good, the bad, and the ugly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had to think about it. The most telling autobiography would be the lives of my grandchildren. What they've become. What they stand for. The people they have influenced. The world that they have affected. They are my autobiography. And I've included a number of entries that involve each of them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SOZbvowwBL-LNn6WoeJlYs4-Nr-zDtmVfNo5diO8Tiq2AdB1GCX9Rj5Oz_8rxVJ18r_Z9-Q3qZQKi27bS8LScpY-2hjLNCqOY-IP-SlBhRSuYejHw-mq5OgKuVYkCY5CWBpl/s1600/weblog+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SOZbvowwBL-LNn6WoeJlYs4-Nr-zDtmVfNo5diO8Tiq2AdB1GCX9Rj5Oz_8rxVJ18r_Z9-Q3qZQKi27bS8LScpY-2hjLNCqOY-IP-SlBhRSuYejHw-mq5OgKuVYkCY5CWBpl/s1600/weblog+cover.jpg" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But those reading this may not know Chase or Kaid or Jayla, so that would not do. I therefore return to my past writings to paint the portrait of Gerald Lynn Fuhrman, son of Harold and Lorraine Fuhrman, husband to Paula, brother to Steve, Randy, and Suellen, father to Jodi and Jarrod, father-in-law to Michael and Sarah, grandfather to three grandchildren. And father to the daughter that, sadly, I never got to know, Jeri Ann.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I suppose it's worth mentioning that over the course of the many years I've walked the earth I've managed to obtain a couple of college degrees and held positions in six different companies. Those positions, not including summer jobs or part-time jobs - I hope I can remember them all - in order, were:<i> assistant manager (1972), manager, district manager, national accounts manager, director of fleet services, director of national alliances, director of store development, regional sales manager, business sales manager, logistics analyst, sales representative, newspaper columnist, regional sales manager, and, lastly, manager again (till 2016). And, for a number of years I was president of our horse farm - Stoney Lonesome Inc.</i></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I should take a moment and explain where the information for this autobiography came from. It's mostly compiled from a "weblog" - a diary of sorts - that I published in the years 2004 to 2008. It was entitled, not to stroke my ego or anything, <i>From On High</i>. All in all, I posted 20,092 stories to that blog in that short length of time. This while being employed nearly throughout. Not a small feat doing all that at the same time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is something of a reverse chronology to the material, but not overly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">In addition to the weblog entries I retrieved a number of works that I originally published on a social media site called Facebook. You'll find within this volume, especially in more recent years, entries from it that I felt were worth saving to this extravaganza.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">So why am I taking the time in my twilight years to put into print an autobiography? Fair question. Most importantly, honestly, is the matter of ego. I choose to be remembered after I'm gone. The grave marker in Rome that rests atop the remains of the poet John Keats has always haunted me. Included are the words,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."</span></i></div>
<i></i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He considered his life to be insignificant, his life's work destined to perish. Ephemeral. Unlike Keats, next to Shakespeare the greatest poet in all of history, a man who thought that his legacy would quickly disappear in the ripples in that huge pond of human history, I choose to not be a ripple in time. Most of that which I wrote over the years has already become that ripple. Of the nearly 21,000 weblog posts, I have kept only about 340 for the purposes of this book. Those I eliminated involved mostly politics and news of the day, stories that mean little now in the big picture of things, and do not add to my attempt to define myself. Of the tens of thousands of Twitter "tweets" I posted over the year I've included zero here. They were meant to be "writ in water" and, thus, have vanished forever. It falls, then, on my Facebook page for the most recent - and most family-oriented - musings to complete the picture here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Plus, I want to reach out and communicate to my great-grandchildren and their children and grandchildren. They are me and I am part of them. That fact is important to me. Thus, this autobiography.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think it is important to mention the contribution made by the most important person in my life. Paula. If anyone influenced me in a positive way over the many years it was the woman that I fell in love with in 1966 and have loved every day since. She was, in truth, the more important contributor to our descendants' lives. This is a tribute to her and is, in a way, her autobiography as well as mine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXPR63KvvxkzA-VmjzZO1gnxCo5X5Zp2rlAELWoTjDTbUx9k73rkrOp8m8UhmWP-hcuUxyYeU4VLmWVKzdSGJ7gvBbJ5bU3yp42dVUtrFLpcZux6il7WseUVEC1e-BsrkmT33/s1600/weblog+cover2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXPR63KvvxkzA-VmjzZO1gnxCo5X5Zp2rlAELWoTjDTbUx9k73rkrOp8m8UhmWP-hcuUxyYeU4VLmWVKzdSGJ7gvBbJ5bU3yp42dVUtrFLpcZux6il7WseUVEC1e-BsrkmT33/s1600/weblog+cover2.JPG" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ask that Jayla and Kaid and Chase pass this down to their offspring, should they be blessed with any, so that their children and grandchildren will know the contribution - slight as it might be - that I made toward their being good, wholesome, loving, upstanding, resolute Americans.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the end comes my thoughts will be these (with apologies to singer, songwriter Neil Diamond):</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have sweated beneath a hot sun.</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Looked up in wonder at a bright moon.</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And wept when it was all done</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">For being done too soon.</span></i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-40202970906441243002020-04-07T09:33:00.000-04:002020-04-16T06:36:24.402-04:00It All Begins Here<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">January 22, 1970.</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD1_XjNPdEj8n6BJuZFzYTBRD29JSKyTZdqtJfzqiqUTdmrVKb2qn2zHCc2_nf-XahM1UOviSXPkj8-4EsRVDtpa0tiairtrefEM10YW4cskcCIYbPf6ApEN-MaJJ4WDUsRmc/s1600/3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD1_XjNPdEj8n6BJuZFzYTBRD29JSKyTZdqtJfzqiqUTdmrVKb2qn2zHCc2_nf-XahM1UOviSXPkj8-4EsRVDtpa0tiairtrefEM10YW4cskcCIYbPf6ApEN-MaJJ4WDUsRmc/s320/3b.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-24493277446604552642020-02-14T15:32:00.000-05:002020-02-14T15:34:21.270-05:00Seniors Celebrating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQweKgQXrXSCJEwFvmXBsgUz1Eyo8Sgi5S7DLoUzmHhsYNgp6jCzIrfU0KXiysonuSFE26R2DRYJoUMWIqqCmB6a3eORL5BKFrPm_9feJurOeSdDD75wllpZswxYkjc51isF_i/s1600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="764" data-original-width="960" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQweKgQXrXSCJEwFvmXBsgUz1Eyo8Sgi5S7DLoUzmHhsYNgp6jCzIrfU0KXiysonuSFE26R2DRYJoUMWIqqCmB6a3eORL5BKFrPm_9feJurOeSdDD75wllpZswxYkjc51isF_i/s320/1b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kaid and Jayla at Glenvar High School's football banquet. Kaid was the starting kicker his sophomore, junior and senior years. This evening he received several awards, including recognition for having set three school records - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
<ul><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">
<li> Most extra points in a season.</li>
<li> Most extra points in a career.</li>
<li> Most field goals in a career.</li>
</span></ul>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">
<div>
In fact, Kaid was 60 for 60 on extra points this season. What a year he had.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Now it's off to college for both Jayla and Kaid.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-78445844277329626732019-12-15T06:52:00.000-05:002019-12-18T09:40:57.591-05:00Christmas As It Should Be Celebrated<span style="font-size: large;">With family.</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Thought I'd share this photo with you:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAIvocbDst0QSmLN9la41t0Rc95zToV5oHQEDw0DRcy2Ur0BWSZEc5O_wVrkC1uTlFEc8h3aiCo32vAAgdV-M_kdIhCTxXX5lcL3nKh6rt6kG1B3UPqxU3uRuN5NKiBxhM1Ld/s1600/photo.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693001706739000610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAIvocbDst0QSmLN9la41t0Rc95zToV5oHQEDw0DRcy2Ur0BWSZEc5O_wVrkC1uTlFEc8h3aiCo32vAAgdV-M_kdIhCTxXX5lcL3nKh6rt6kG1B3UPqxU3uRuN5NKiBxhM1Ld/s400/photo.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While the rest of the clan was gathered around the fireplace, staying warm on a frigid day, Kaid, Chase and I went to the back of my property to shoot up the countryside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We had a blast (sorry; pun).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At the same time, both children learned something about gun safety, and about responsibility, and about busting targets (something they became proficient at quickly), and about the bond that holds us together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Good time had by all.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">* That's a Remington Nylon 66 .22, in case you're wondering.<br />** Yes, both mothers were freaking out.<br />*** Mothers, on occasion, need to man-up.<br />**** Hello. It's winter. Did anyone not know that when they brought these poor, under-clothed children to my house? </span><br />
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-26679516394330142042019-12-12T09:25:00.000-05:002020-01-11T16:04:46.271-05:00Three Amigos Doing Germany<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Michael, Chase, me. Atop the Deutsches Museum, Munich, Germany. Massive Frauenkirche (Cathedral of Our Dear Lady) in the background. December 3, 2018.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_QD3GJUplrCkRyOSvszKiVFqnkWiFDa_SQSOnrIwGOpbnEaoWGPm4JdIsv5Qz8pJIpHyQKWKxj_e1QF-ANEx7hoOE2hADGKW6C9zlnoyBStODumIF5e_gypH9KCZJGfv7-I9/s1600/22222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_QD3GJUplrCkRyOSvszKiVFqnkWiFDa_SQSOnrIwGOpbnEaoWGPm4JdIsv5Qz8pJIpHyQKWKxj_e1QF-ANEx7hoOE2hADGKW6C9zlnoyBStODumIF5e_gypH9KCZJGfv7-I9/s320/22222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-36738100749317637262019-12-08T09:44:00.000-05:002020-01-09T09:56:40.459-05:00Father Daughter<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">"<i>Happiness is only real when shared</i>." Jon Krakauer</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Jodi and me on Topsail Island, 2009</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WVv8GZSOelG5plMtkwoG7TvzGMym0eNlYijB15Y0ziMPLu6FIXMXaewu88PT-P8PA2s4ITj44fcJz0cxFq_qcqOPAslxbULgIcJ2TfdFL5UUgu9Tb8-QLzTQacZzHE3ZqZBB/s1600/a1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="604" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WVv8GZSOelG5plMtkwoG7TvzGMym0eNlYijB15Y0ziMPLu6FIXMXaewu88PT-P8PA2s4ITj44fcJz0cxFq_qcqOPAslxbULgIcJ2TfdFL5UUgu9Tb8-QLzTQacZzHE3ZqZBB/s320/a1212.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-30696760922835455642019-12-07T09:33:00.000-05:002019-12-17T14:10:57.817-05:00Have Happiness, Will Travel.<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">When your firefighter son can't come home for Thanksgiving you bring Thanksgiving to your firefighter son.
Jarrod and his shift at Station 6, Roanoke Fire Department, with families. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P86W0UN78ouJdYqWH3O3a-2i3BIkJa7l0igfFulPmQPK1WUbvW3sRjHonEomh2_wU5uMKDuWgvNvuYrCbBNqTqSBA7X0kK6exfmoqNInTgZmsdLJVKnjkx7cVo3iHL3H-LFg/s1600/11111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P86W0UN78ouJdYqWH3O3a-2i3BIkJa7l0igfFulPmQPK1WUbvW3sRjHonEomh2_wU5uMKDuWgvNvuYrCbBNqTqSBA7X0kK6exfmoqNInTgZmsdLJVKnjkx7cVo3iHL3H-LFg/s320/11111.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-4363648238294579452019-12-06T10:34:00.000-05:002020-01-09T09:57:58.633-05:00The Bond Between Grandmother and Grandchildren<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline; float: none; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">"<i>A grandmother thinks of her grandchildren day and night, even when they are not with her. She will always love them more than anyone would understand.</i>" - Karen Gibbs</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline; float: none; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline; float: none; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">One of my favorite photos. The expressions captured on all three faces - Nana's, Jayla's and Kaid's - are priceless. Circa 2006.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLmp7NESNuy0fN38B47bAdo0phBii1J-3SUAYHNnZR04Xf9JW-9-ZKMWSd5cgRT72-4wffiygUuGwrA0U578IjWcZKFwtoz3UMze5ivX4POqBqhc4saVK4NBN-GwI1B07GcQQ/s1600/22222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="640" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLmp7NESNuy0fN38B47bAdo0phBii1J-3SUAYHNnZR04Xf9JW-9-ZKMWSd5cgRT72-4wffiygUuGwrA0U578IjWcZKFwtoz3UMze5ivX4POqBqhc4saVK4NBN-GwI1B07GcQQ/s320/22222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-67444238140245772422019-12-06T09:27:00.000-05:002020-01-17T10:50:11.276-05:00Grandfather Riehle<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">One of my favorite photos of all time. My grandfather Riehle thought he could take me. Little did he know, I was trained in Shorinji Kempo. He didn't have a chance. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Probably 1952.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">First cousin Larry Riehle</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Grandma Riehle, and Aunt Audrey in the background.</span></span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8McqYv5LYDlH8i9oKAOhBgbQgruasZ_ibXeqiHA8Fnc4nALNRPHvR5N0EPp23STH0U_EDjU6P4qQszDS6HW2I59EeTfYFv9ENpkFaRHcoxTbbYWMmrF91wQJhms0UC7g3_sZ3/s1600/3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8McqYv5LYDlH8i9oKAOhBgbQgruasZ_ibXeqiHA8Fnc4nALNRPHvR5N0EPp23STH0U_EDjU6P4qQszDS6HW2I59EeTfYFv9ENpkFaRHcoxTbbYWMmrF91wQJhms0UC7g3_sZ3/s1600/3c.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Grandpa Riehle died when I was 15 so many of my memories are buried in photos like this one. He was a bit of a cut-up - like me - and was the life of the party when we all got together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I remember the night he died. The wailing and tears were profound and - for a teenager - shocking.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A good man who died too soon.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-87110153045434806292019-12-06T09:12:00.000-05:002019-12-17T14:13:39.724-05:00Livin' The Dream<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Paula in the prime of her life riding the love of her life. Fa-Ibn Antares. Sometime around 1982.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9Aw8kpa1hraQAMMgrjZ3sTD1Yr0Vc6ZAOs4ScZseOfvcmI2dBdVHlAoL0e5fsYs8TbOpDwM2qoMhKDByqBvOxOAtPxn1izoKfz4drz3rxz4F_KOEdbyzLb9MY4Ys2BwjjJQl/s1600/99999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1036" data-original-width="1452" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9Aw8kpa1hraQAMMgrjZ3sTD1Yr0Vc6ZAOs4ScZseOfvcmI2dBdVHlAoL0e5fsYs8TbOpDwM2qoMhKDByqBvOxOAtPxn1izoKfz4drz3rxz4F_KOEdbyzLb9MY4Ys2BwjjJQl/s320/99999.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-34526327820486940102019-12-05T14:32:00.000-05:002020-01-09T10:00:03.607-05:00Chase and His Gramps<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background: 0px 0px; border-image: none; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a class="title" data-author="Roy Haynes" href="https://www.azquotes.com/quote/994516?ref=grandson" id="title_quote_link_994516" style="background: 0px 0px; color: #333333; display: block; font-weight: 400; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>What was the first of life's lessons that I passed down to my grandson? That he too has a voice and that I will listen to him</i>.</span></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">My favorite photo of all time. Chase and his mentor, standing in the horse paddock, trying to figure it all out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYW7guFu6BADu2Lo7xfYXtf7xyla3APKI3AKzUHXEzLUPqQapokPyjCSMqdRixNL28wFfqsLCqvsPePwAB_NJxA7AYgdEUjuq6Jpl0GR-1skgvFeNL7HTuGcHg0ed7OocMEYP/s1600/ccccc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="634" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYW7guFu6BADu2Lo7xfYXtf7xyla3APKI3AKzUHXEzLUPqQapokPyjCSMqdRixNL28wFfqsLCqvsPePwAB_NJxA7AYgdEUjuq6Jpl0GR-1skgvFeNL7HTuGcHg0ed7OocMEYP/s320/ccccc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-79996148822801618612019-12-05T14:04:00.000-05:002019-12-18T09:42:24.087-05:00How Quickly They Grow<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kaid and Jayla. High School seniors. My. Oh. My. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlk2g2iqDnMauOqmjoWK9m6vCIyiYtDkWeFSgPJ2jNEjEMk-y8FjMRhUM168ZUr4ka3mtGtGljQhBB7heOabjAlNr-qvDj3aQRJP9N_A6ls4YbfHL3PEZ2IX5oLaHd8a7EQ8Mk/s1600/ddddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="655" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlk2g2iqDnMauOqmjoWK9m6vCIyiYtDkWeFSgPJ2jNEjEMk-y8FjMRhUM168ZUr4ka3mtGtGljQhBB7heOabjAlNr-qvDj3aQRJP9N_A6ls4YbfHL3PEZ2IX5oLaHd8a7EQ8Mk/s320/ddddd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-81525419961715059442019-12-05T09:45:00.000-05:002020-02-14T15:15:35.138-05:00Me and My Hiking Buddy<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Paula and I hiked to Brush Creek Falls in Mercer County, West Virginia this afternoon. Perfect day for a hike.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPS9g3Bf90Vc1NfsDSWpS7SbtG2_wsjJ3gq-0iGTHjuc_8mSGwICBpc1x4_Ydexdosy5JkC7pLJ7pieKeSJxqv-SJSa5D9Rfs4N8IwgGYzhuY_sn_btTWZHJ9c3JDZfV40JL5/s1600/d+++.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPS9g3Bf90Vc1NfsDSWpS7SbtG2_wsjJ3gq-0iGTHjuc_8mSGwICBpc1x4_Ydexdosy5JkC7pLJ7pieKeSJxqv-SJSa5D9Rfs4N8IwgGYzhuY_sn_btTWZHJ9c3JDZfV40JL5/s1600/d+++.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPS9g3Bf90Vc1NfsDSWpS7SbtG2_wsjJ3gq-0iGTHjuc_8mSGwICBpc1x4_Ydexdosy5JkC7pLJ7pieKeSJxqv-SJSa5D9Rfs4N8IwgGYzhuY_sn_btTWZHJ9c3JDZfV40JL5/s320/d+++.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCN233xrZA6zkJINVba1BUB_QPTMhUp54G3X5m9t5pvpN8NrlLSBGdZuYHb8JUap0USxUjT11jD7G4wcPkMJwTDnv5GTjdqhG_2qKAWK6cJ_KRqedYSrmC41_ES-LyB-TNDpM/s1600/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCN233xrZA6zkJINVba1BUB_QPTMhUp54G3X5m9t5pvpN8NrlLSBGdZuYHb8JUap0USxUjT11jD7G4wcPkMJwTDnv5GTjdqhG_2qKAWK6cJ_KRqedYSrmC41_ES-LyB-TNDpM/s320/1c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-54336854179007856212019-12-05T09:09:00.000-05:002019-12-17T14:17:03.821-05:00Memories<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How her Grandpa did love little Jodi.</span></span><br />
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4528-nGJ-QN4ZerdxKv_nsIN2_dEWj7VPX4ZGlVMjC_tS8Xn5HMLqYtkCa8Bk50QE3woWAgkrRXrCgq3jhdx5fl-sUfD60NRDi-7MvZMTgGxr3kE0QcjLw8b5d6B00lZ_pt96/s1600/88888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1032" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4528-nGJ-QN4ZerdxKv_nsIN2_dEWj7VPX4ZGlVMjC_tS8Xn5HMLqYtkCa8Bk50QE3woWAgkrRXrCgq3jhdx5fl-sUfD60NRDi-7MvZMTgGxr3kE0QcjLw8b5d6B00lZ_pt96/s320/88888.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-66668396111383611572019-12-03T14:12:00.000-05:002020-02-24T10:08:38.855-05:00 'Dragon's Tooth' Was Calling My Name<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Winning isn't everything, but wanting to win is</i>.” - Vince Lombardi </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ove0-aR6RU95LsB9Bu9KbSe9-HZq4GKLMfPXLLux_v9NO1A30LaViciwFjkYOjPm7Ga4UNTufcLwcavak8ZdOgnZGx3rjpw93whBod720TJi4CfLTIGaVqV_FPUBDcedtI1X/s1600/cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ove0-aR6RU95LsB9Bu9KbSe9-HZq4GKLMfPXLLux_v9NO1A30LaViciwFjkYOjPm7Ga4UNTufcLwcavak8ZdOgnZGx3rjpw93whBod720TJi4CfLTIGaVqV_FPUBDcedtI1X/s320/cc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: green; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Last winter Jarrod, Kaid, Jayla and I hiked Cove Mountain. Our destination was Dragon's Tooth, a craggy stone outcropping at the mountain's peak. It was a 4.1 mile hike, half of which is on the Appalachian Trail here in Virginia. No, it wasn't a hike; it was a climb. In truth I made it about 3.6 miles up the trail and had to quit. Dizziness - and age - overtook me. I had to turn around and go back down.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Failure is a nasty thing.<br />It weighed on me.<br />And Dragon's Tooth laughed.<br />And laughed.<br />And kept calling my name.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I told Jarrod on Friday, "It's calling my name. And laughing."<br />His reply, "Let's do it."</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQuvRLRxrGK9Cwh0orbFnS7imVKhV7rrRum-b6QiDhD7NY8RrXC5kNTx7cwIFEUG9ReTTDuQ6Z3dZmMvaf_V1ub-hxeFl4nC3RRnZCgfCG3ymmpxaBiuzDjj3Nmg2SDUWRWBz/s1600/2aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQuvRLRxrGK9Cwh0orbFnS7imVKhV7rrRum-b6QiDhD7NY8RrXC5kNTx7cwIFEUG9ReTTDuQ6Z3dZmMvaf_V1ub-hxeFl4nC3RRnZCgfCG3ymmpxaBiuzDjj3Nmg2SDUWRWBz/s320/2aa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Today we did it. <br />Again.<br />This time I was prepared. Prepared with the three essentials every old person should have on hand: <br />An oxygen bottle, <br />Adult diapers, <br />And Redbull energy drink.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Okay, I didn't have an oxygen bottle or adult diapers.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">But I made the 4.1 mile climb.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I kicked Dragon's Tooth.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">And laughed.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNX352PIbCkvkoKhC9cKfnbJhq8w-3C4zOjbQtWe0OPoO5yd2XVrvLBkMTvafPxV2cVtDRh0zwo6kHMnPd9P7qz_KW24ICpQIAbWYn7xLGaPgzbu9YPBbw4uMTU2mVsxokV0IS/s1600/c++.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNX352PIbCkvkoKhC9cKfnbJhq8w-3C4zOjbQtWe0OPoO5yd2XVrvLBkMTvafPxV2cVtDRh0zwo6kHMnPd9P7qz_KW24ICpQIAbWYn7xLGaPgzbu9YPBbw4uMTU2mVsxokV0IS/s320/c++.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GC5bxDxXDGw28ncaN8WhfiKIj6gc-7Yw-UBRi4boNkrYou3wK-E0nKxlT54koYHkdBoaTX9Kx_NyTs46a0MZzUEaJphLjo9EBjdHcEAOVPCYZaZzAEPOfXUlvr0jGxkDAuKX/s1600/ccccc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GC5bxDxXDGw28ncaN8WhfiKIj6gc-7Yw-UBRi4boNkrYou3wK-E0nKxlT54koYHkdBoaTX9Kx_NyTs46a0MZzUEaJphLjo9EBjdHcEAOVPCYZaZzAEPOfXUlvr0jGxkDAuKX/s320/ccccc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-55504570360430932392019-12-03T10:43:00.000-05:002020-01-09T10:06:16.687-05:00Firefighter Jarrod In Training<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is my little baby boy, Jarrod Fuhrman, hanging from the side of a building, honing his rappelling skills and GIVING HIS MOTHER A HEART ATTACK.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3fAr6hHUCuMyD8QH3nNPZwVskmXGpLpX5KlptW8etezmtJyQBAG_ukm35FtEmmtWdPKodVeDmQT1xnO4lkaxFGzjwYs_p7E1t2s2s09VeHtoeD7HukXr8EFMl9dJ56Ii15di/s1600/44444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3fAr6hHUCuMyD8QH3nNPZwVskmXGpLpX5KlptW8etezmtJyQBAG_ukm35FtEmmtWdPKodVeDmQT1xnO4lkaxFGzjwYs_p7E1t2s2s09VeHtoeD7HukXr8EFMl9dJ56Ii15di/s320/44444.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-70750275569624582082019-12-03T09:38:00.000-05:002020-01-19T09:51:01.516-05:00Jarrod and Sarah - Wedded Bliss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">August 14, 1999</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwcD2YR2N7Ry6qwLJsNlVzrcVwHsJNUgQVgkKbtFVEDtzl25Ak2VM_19xQqTcb85gvGWkcki6Vly9iJYyJZLD_ALR8Im5DJxeNmRVxVffZWTnxiJBuknbR6p5N_Izy0-DwiLg/s1600/1a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwcD2YR2N7Ry6qwLJsNlVzrcVwHsJNUgQVgkKbtFVEDtzl25Ak2VM_19xQqTcb85gvGWkcki6Vly9iJYyJZLD_ALR8Im5DJxeNmRVxVffZWTnxiJBuknbR6p5N_Izy0-DwiLg/s320/1a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-32767280215524334662019-11-30T10:37:00.000-05:002020-01-09T10:11:09.111-05:00Fuhrman History<div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here's a photo from around 1965 of <span style="color: black;">Jodi Fuhrman Kasprzyk</span><span style="color: black;">'s </span>and <span style="color: black;">Jarrod Fuhrman</span>'s ancestry on the Fuhrman side, including their great-grandfather Henry. As you can tell, I didn't get my happy-go-lucky attitude from them. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">These brothers and sisters were sons and daughters of a couple who had emigrated</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">here around the turn of the last century from Germany and settled in northern Wisconsin. </span></span></span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">They all, in their way, Made America Great.</span></span></span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: green;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: green;">
</span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DIG9znMARV38xaXdTQPw_yMSAORbR7ii7oJh8cWfO7tpJW11p6PYc3gW_3p7rTh1o-4ExahVTpIDeJPiHT0y2Slai7DT3D5okAg6-K6gf0h0g8PfGdfFw6NLTO8jfKuZjlKz/s1600/22222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1600" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DIG9znMARV38xaXdTQPw_yMSAORbR7ii7oJh8cWfO7tpJW11p6PYc3gW_3p7rTh1o-4ExahVTpIDeJPiHT0y2Slai7DT3D5okAg6-K6gf0h0g8PfGdfFw6NLTO8jfKuZjlKz/s320/22222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And here's a photo of the brothers and sisters with their great-great-grandfather and his wife - Gustav and Bertha (Wetzel) - around 1911.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQ-MaLc6_MzA1mHBqhuXVhRXQBT1UpQSH933MpRd2wjV5_D32kPmNfwJpDW3bcKSiuGKCKhNInjECO59n1cX3aFOEX5yiUYQM-lLK1G-eyC5lQFsmOZJxUKhSqND1AOHKumec/s1600/33333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQ-MaLc6_MzA1mHBqhuXVhRXQBT1UpQSH933MpRd2wjV5_D32kPmNfwJpDW3bcKSiuGKCKhNInjECO59n1cX3aFOEX5yiUYQM-lLK1G-eyC5lQFsmOZJxUKhSqND1AOHKumec/s1600/33333.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-18102956936613727742019-11-29T13:25:00.000-05:002020-01-09T10:13:43.977-05:00Grandfather Fuhrman's Church Confirmation<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: normal;"><b><i>[Note* This was originally posted to the "I Love My German Heritage" Facebook page.]</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: normal;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i></i><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_OnVHXlQQ15Xy1pcs_lkia1ckKlRjrWePs9LiX56czKy8trH_wPdzHCR6Pb354WZrRnFq8ybY62lXzKgWCCjn6rTAzHgkJFHf_1RVFG8fIGdme8fAOwizjCXAjR-QjmPR0_8/s1600/aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="960" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_OnVHXlQQ15Xy1pcs_lkia1ckKlRjrWePs9LiX56czKy8trH_wPdzHCR6Pb354WZrRnFq8ybY62lXzKgWCCjn6rTAzHgkJFHf_1RVFG8fIGdme8fAOwizjCXAjR-QjmPR0_8/s320/aaaa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the Great Migration of the 19th century nearly six million Germans emigrated to the United States. Perhaps as many as a half a million settling in frontier Wisconsin. Towns were carved out of the forests in the northern regions of the state - towns like Rhinelander, Germantown, New Berlin, New Holstein, Germania, Hanover, Kiel, Freistadt and New Franken. And Tigerton. By 1900 fully one-third of the city of Milwaukee was made up of German immigrants.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some of those towns, like Tigerton, were so homogeneous that the customs and language brought with them from the Fatherland lingered for decades, and through generations.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is a photo of the Certificate of Confirmation - Erinnerung an den Tag Confirmation - of my grandfather, Heinrich Emil Fuhrmann, into the Evangelical Lutheran Church there, dated 8 April, 1906. Printed and signed by the pastor - Ernst G. Junghans. All in traditional German script.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The area was settled primarily by immigrants from Pomerania (Pommern) and Brandenburg, it is said, because the heavily forested/rolling hills of northern Wisconsin reminded them of home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />Though the original structure is gone, t</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">he church congregation is still there. As are many of the descendants of those original German settlers.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">All told it is estimated that there are over 43,000,000 descendants of German immigrants living in the USA today.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lass uns feiern!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-56455254358350504142019-11-29T13:22:00.000-05:002019-12-17T14:35:52.400-05:00Ancestry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2e2xwI-UbzGbz64cvXw9lYyE_pJA7gjlvZ-9aI_wLu38dii24QEDD5LqjMnAezSIhLbSkbp8D0GTmvMLPrMyPX1n0QaSR5ube19cFNULQp4nkS8s9lTr2u7liBy6qXpey6OK7/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="960" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2e2xwI-UbzGbz64cvXw9lYyE_pJA7gjlvZ-9aI_wLu38dii24QEDD5LqjMnAezSIhLbSkbp8D0GTmvMLPrMyPX1n0QaSR5ube19cFNULQp4nkS8s9lTr2u7liBy6qXpey6OK7/s320/aaa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here's a photo of the first school built in Shawano County, Wisconsin. The photo was taken sometime around 1920. The school was called the Kolpack Schule. It was built by German immigrants out of rough-hewn logs and German craftsmanship and was utilized for their burgeoning flock of German-American kids.</span></div>
<div style="color: #1d2129; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Lessons were originally taught in German. It was only when the school became part of the state's public education system that English was required. </span></div>
<div style="color: #1d2129; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> You'll notice that most of the smaller boys - and a few of the girls - have no shoes. Resources were scarce back in the day.</span></div>
<div style="color: #1d2129; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> My grandfather, Heinrich Emil Fuhrmann, attended the Kolpack School in the late 1890's. </span></div>
<div style="color: #1d2129; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> My grandfather's sister, Louise Amanda Fuhrmann, married Otto Kolpack, a descendent of the builder of the school.</span></div>
<div style="color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Although my father, Harold Heinrich Fuhrman, attended a newer school in the county he - like all his friends and neighbors - spoke only German in his youth, well into the 20th century.</span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-7380786749306298032019-11-29T07:46:00.000-05:002019-12-18T09:51:24.294-05:00Prelude to War<span style="font-size: large;">As Paula reminded me twice, I failed to mention the anniversary of D-Day on Monday. Since my father was a part of the events that took place that day, I should have made note of it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As an attempt at amends, I'll post a photo taken in southern England just before the invasion of Nazi-occupied Europe commenced. It depicts the 101st Airborne Division assembled for review on the parade ground.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The men in the front row are with Division Headquarters Company. The man fifth from your left in the front row is Staff Sergeant Harold Fuhrman.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Click on the photo to enlarge it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFJl4oPc6MsQq_bWZV0PtTL0ByZk4tBcvz90wRSuvYTDnUsVwp1VoyE5s3GAFKxXn0FuPUT-EpsQpMj8_6L6csNQk14VRABL9J5awKIN1ccHZ9EudP3ZGi-eWcxb_6N8b1yzZ/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFJl4oPc6MsQq_bWZV0PtTL0ByZk4tBcvz90wRSuvYTDnUsVwp1VoyE5s3GAFKxXn0FuPUT-EpsQpMj8_6L6csNQk14VRABL9J5awKIN1ccHZ9EudP3ZGi-eWcxb_6N8b1yzZ/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Two thoughts:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1) By this day, 67 years ago, my father was a prisoner of the Germans, having been captured in the hedgerows near Carentan, France, and would spend the rest of the war in German prison camps.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2) How many of the men in the photo never returned at all? A haunting thought considering this: At the time of the invasion, the division numbered approximately 6,600. By the end of the war, it had suffered 1,766 Killed In Action; 6,388 Wounded In Action; and 324 Died of Wounds. That tabulation not including Missing In Action/POW's.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A simple snapshot. So much story to be told.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Sorry about the poor quality photo. The original looks good but the scan looks bad. I'm trying again.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-1131718322270452932019-11-29T07:40:00.027-05:002023-11-11T12:21:04.674-05:00On Veterans Day<span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><i>[Originally published on November 11, 2011.]</i></span></b><br /></span>
<b></b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span><b></b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span><b></b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span><i></i><br />
<div align="left">
<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/1600/Father.0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/400/Father.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">This handsome young man, who - some say - bears a striking resemblance to his offspring, is being honored this day - Veterans Day - for his service to his country.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;"><br />Harold Fuhrman, son of Heinrich and Ida Majeske Fuhrman, joined the United States army in 1942 and became one of the legenday "Screaming Eagles" of the renowned 101st Airborne Division - made famous in both the movie, "<span style="color: black;">Saving Private Ryan</span>," and in the HBO mini-series, "<span style="color: black;">Band of Brothers</span>." The 101st Airborne first saw combat action the night before D-Day, June 5, 1944, just hours before the Allied invasion of Nazi-occupied Europe. The division parachuted and glided into Normandy - northern France - behind German lines with the purpose of disrupting Nazi communications, seizing bridges and vital crossroads, and preventing counterattacks when the naval assault on the Normandy beaches began the next day.<br /><br />According to military planners, because of the nature of the task before them - night attack, units scattered across the Normandy countryside, powerful German defenses in the immediate area, no support from the naval assault taskforce for at least a day or longer - it was expected that the division would suffer horrendous casualties in the assault. And it did. 1240 men were either killed or wounded in a matter of a few days and a considerable number went missing. Included on the list of missing in action, a dreadfully long list, was the name Harold Fuhrman.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BwhciI8agKDxDkJoBsp_4bIHzSMXAEubFikujPk8MiCXqmQRsCmWLTvsksALnSB3V7laQuUK6xf8rxJHNYn5B36qPIGGGeslt6GNhw_gsbm-GJLnTEJckVWo3awtq5nvTouj/s406/1aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="327" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BwhciI8agKDxDkJoBsp_4bIHzSMXAEubFikujPk8MiCXqmQRsCmWLTvsksALnSB3V7laQuUK6xf8rxJHNYn5B36qPIGGGeslt6GNhw_gsbm-GJLnTEJckVWo3awtq5nvTouj/s320/1aaa.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><br />That assault proved to be Harold's one and only combat experience. He was captured near Sainte-Mère-Église, became officially a Prisoner of War, and spent the next year being transferred from one German prison camp to another, all the while losing weight as a result of poor dietary conditions, losing some teeth as a result of unsanitary living conditions (eventually, when he returned to the States, he'd have them all removed), but never losing his American spirit.<br /><br />Harold Fuhrman was liberated from a hellhole of a prison camp near Küstrin</span><span style="font-family: "arial";">, on the German border with Poland in January of 1945 by the Russian Red Army and, after walking from eastern Germany to the Black Sea in the Crimea, via Warsaw, in order to find transportation home, Harold made his way back to the USA.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;"><br />After the war ended, like millions of other veterans, Harold Fuhrman returned home and went back to work. He married Lorraine Riehle and eventually raised a fine family - three sons and a daughter.<br /><br />He rarely spoke of his war experiences. But when he did, the accounts were startling, the details sobering. He once related the story of the death of a soldier near him and the odd sound that a bullet makes when it impacts the human skull. Like a rock thudding into a pool of water.<br /><br />He also - once - revealed a scar near his knee that resulted from a wound that he sustained in battle, one for which he received no Bronze Star or Purple Heart. No handshake from the President of the United States. No interview with the news media. By the time he made his way back to his unit after being liberated, it had been long healed and - as was the norm in that era - it was a minor wound, one that didn't rise to the level warranting a medal. Those were indeed different times. As Admiral William Halsey said back then, "There are no extraordinary men ... just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with." Harold Fuhrman's wound was ordinary - in that extraordinary era - and he thought no more about it. Life went on.<br /><br />Harold also told the story of his trek across southeast Europe after he was freed from captivity and of his having come upon a field where a battle had taken place sometime previously. The field was strewn with the decaying bodies of German soldiers left to decompose where they lay; the Russians had more important matters at hand than to take the time to bury their dead enemies. It being the dead of winter, Harold stripped the winter coat from one of the corpses and moved on. Such were the times.</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/1600/membrick.0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/200/membrick.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Harold Fuhrman lived a long life. A good life. Though he was never recognized for his service to - or particularly his sacrifice for - his country, he was proud of that which he'd been able to contribute. He never asked for recognition. He sought no medals. He considered his enlistment and substantial sacrifices as part of his duty to his country; the country that he held dear every day of his life - one for which he had tremendous gratitude, in which he had terrific pride.</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/1600/monument2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/200/monument2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Harold Fuhrman is dead now and buried in a lonely cemetery in rural Indiana. A military marker atop his grave simply reads, "Harold H. Fuhrman, S. Sgt., U.S. Army, WWII." It is as he would have wanted it. Simple. Unassuming. No embroidery. He served his country and that was that.</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">Even though he might have been embarrassed by it, his children decided to honor his service to the United States of America by placing a memorial - one tiny commemoration among thousands of similar remembrances - in the World War II Memorial at Fort Campbell, KY, home to the 101st Airborne Division. It is there for all the world to see and will be there for all time. Without his knowing it then, what he and his fellow soldiers did to preserve freedom for the entire western world has gone down in history. He and they are now honored by a thankful nation - and a loving, respectful family - and will be forever.<br /><br />Harold Fuhrman's children - Steve, Randy, Suellen, and Jerry - take time out to remember their father this Veterans Day.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QER0c3Y17A_0lHxIfEQjJna37LPJlDnvWYq_241r_xC9vswX6Ea5eAwNo-w4RDp6V2Br35wQ2_2Y2rLIU2DnICVT0WzYk8dAF3JdpGmGFy5HhpQFNIESOR9zDw9tt_6T6her/s1600/IMG.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="1600" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QER0c3Y17A_0lHxIfEQjJna37LPJlDnvWYq_241r_xC9vswX6Ea5eAwNo-w4RDp6V2Br35wQ2_2Y2rLIU2DnICVT0WzYk8dAF3JdpGmGFy5HhpQFNIESOR9zDw9tt_6T6her/s320/IMG.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial";">- - - - - - </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial";"><br /></span><br />
<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I lifted this photo from a video that's now available on Youtube that was released at the end of World War II by the British press. Included is a Nazi propaganda clip that, at about the 10 second mark, has brief footage of Allied prisoners captured on and around D-Day being marched through the streets of Paris, heading towards POW camps further inland.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">
<span style="font-size: large;">The tall soldier at left (circled in red) is my father, Technical Sergeant (T/4) Harold H. Fuhrman, 101st Airborne Division. He appears to be among a group of Canadian, American, and British prisoners being led by armed German guards and officers.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 6px;">
<span style="font-size: large;">He spent the remainder of the war in prison camps around Germany and was liberated by the Russians in January, 1945.</span></div>
</div>
<div align="left">
<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0ziXHP2KzHSyY1MtfhnN6R2AKjyQKk-ZQLiUaP__BLbUb2i4grSq7dSYoiXeggbaMw8IV2drxIF8WrP3BU28UVhL5Mwgx-3ieoTTqbpId9l-PaNVoyMqgBlUMbrGPAEpK1kG/s1600/17190959_10154674732812600_114363841631256624_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0ziXHP2KzHSyY1MtfhnN6R2AKjyQKk-ZQLiUaP__BLbUb2i4grSq7dSYoiXeggbaMw8IV2drxIF8WrP3BU28UVhL5Mwgx-3ieoTTqbpId9l-PaNVoyMqgBlUMbrGPAEpK1kG/s320/17190959_10154674732812600_114363841631256624_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div align="left">
<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-size: large;">The video - from British Pathé press - found here -</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><a dir="ltr" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FjEvyEM0JdSc&h=ATPgHJsK8XhLxtYEcbPoxEMTh9jB0ZKyIU63JFLC9VCV72iaaQds7g2Esm3m7C8L6FIBlkVPgRJnoLTFdgl40xLb1xX23TxQQ29eMVFrdP6uk1kHo1u3ryE4_RMK50NAHVY" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/jEvyEM0JdSc</a></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="color: black;"></span><br /></span>
<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;">- also shows French civilians spitting on, and slapping those same prisoners as they passed through the crowd. The same French civilians who cheered the American liberators just months later (...).</span></span></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;">- - - - - </span><br />
<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Harold Fuhrman, over the next seven months was imprisoned in at least three different German POW camps, ending up in Stalag III-C near Alt-Drewitz (now part of Poland). He was captured with his bazooka teammate, Sgt. Kenneth Gamble, also of the 101st Airborne, also assigned to Division HQ sometime before D-Day. </span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Both being non-commissioned officers they were imprisoned together throughout their incarceration, separate from commissioned officers and from those of lesser rank. </span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This is the personnel card (Personalkarte) filled out by the Wehrmacht overseers at camp upon Gamble's arrival at Stalag III-A, near Luckenwalde. Their final encampment - III-C - was reserved for non-comms.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXW9rV3Zl_Gfp6yhQocdXNt8VX7voT36W_9acIHpwi4yP4Vn7CjrlNobBZ5bi-wOyGXpPyAV9Nwa-ulnvefERFbyPeXaoYBx_QNtrfj-ClVDmERUHuyEJXXR6J8NLN6KOBpckf1v_xLG410H73xJZJ1bP2N_Z_aOfAwkVx3TyFtfnXv825A/s2048/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXW9rV3Zl_Gfp6yhQocdXNt8VX7voT36W_9acIHpwi4yP4Vn7CjrlNobBZ5bi-wOyGXpPyAV9Nwa-ulnvefERFbyPeXaoYBx_QNtrfj-ClVDmERUHuyEJXXR6J8NLN6KOBpckf1v_xLG410H73xJZJ1bP2N_Z_aOfAwkVx3TyFtfnXv825A/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span>- - - - -</span></div><div align="left"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><br /></span>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv760Hv86RDyONXbkJGvfRaFYduvHsNDgmwNGXHLLS0GbcYQRhNH1WH_1pUFhd9IMLn5OHkd6haA_-Q5ucfN-Ma1GKPfGU8Is7htG3kx2N2ivcQnExEgUMmFwk0V-RleDWivAW/s1600/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="434" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv760Hv86RDyONXbkJGvfRaFYduvHsNDgmwNGXHLLS0GbcYQRhNH1WH_1pUFhd9IMLn5OHkd6haA_-Q5ucfN-Ma1GKPfGU8Is7htG3kx2N2ivcQnExEgUMmFwk0V-RleDWivAW/s320/1a.jpg" width="232" /></a></div>
</div>
<div align="left"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Just days after returning from the war Dad was invited to the Rotary Club in Shawano, Wisconsin to tell the members there of his captivity. The article above describes his visit.</span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>"SHAWANO, WIS -- American and British prisoners are treated better than the Russians. T/4 Harold Fuhrman, son of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Fuhrman, Shawano, repatriated German prisoner, told the Shawano Rotary at the Monday meeting.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i></i><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>Prisoners had enough food to subsist on, most of which came through the Red Cross, he revealed. Most of the atrocities reported occurred at concentration camps where political prisoners were kept, but British and American war prisoners were treated as well as the Germans were able, he said.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span>- - - - - - - - </div>
<div align="left">
<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"></span>
</div>
<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Wz6JTgmEgk_rd33QYRDJs0H75PLCIPq5_zLD8VnTxCIOLXwuYK8N0xytYwTiYEfSLD8gj9B0cjQ_RuQacg8Zu0S01jGZAStOqje-ZDqc9Dg33rc8IQhG-PdjPm0zkMx-YzO1/s1600/mia+telegram..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="526" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Wz6JTgmEgk_rd33QYRDJs0H75PLCIPq5_zLD8VnTxCIOLXwuYK8N0xytYwTiYEfSLD8gj9B0cjQ_RuQacg8Zu0S01jGZAStOqje-ZDqc9Dg33rc8IQhG-PdjPm0zkMx-YzO1/s320/mia+telegram..jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129;">
</span>
</div>
<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This is the sort of thing no parent or loved one ever wanted to receive. Dated June 23, 1944, it's an announcement to my grandparents in Bowler, Wisconsin from the U.S. War Department that Technical Sergeant Harold Fuhrman was missing in action, presumed captured, having last been seen boarding a glider with other 101st Airborne Division personnel and heading toward Normandy, France the night before D-Day - June 6, 1944.</span></div>
<div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - - </span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The manifest showing those on board the Horsa glider that landed in Normandy. Besides the pilot and co-pilot, these would have been 101st Division staff on board.</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7_-F-tf2A6COJNWUt1cF5weQYm7IwZxvvn7Z28ezQstS8Rd_8MHawVXaNzku2TvMWGFsoaPMwxGKbMcUJGlvKFZwUy2pf-Bd_O_basjRtDWPBlZebyEElH_btsdu-x654tg82CreFNFIL_k1uJnUdlnkQwGQIdihpASJR7HB2Gw3ZsC9Hw/s1234/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="1234" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7_-F-tf2A6COJNWUt1cF5weQYm7IwZxvvn7Z28ezQstS8Rd_8MHawVXaNzku2TvMWGFsoaPMwxGKbMcUJGlvKFZwUy2pf-Bd_O_basjRtDWPBlZebyEElH_btsdu-x654tg82CreFNFIL_k1uJnUdlnkQwGQIdihpASJR7HB2Gw3ZsC9Hw/w434-h161/1a.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Information on the glider pilot - Remington M. Ketcham - and the landing (from the American Air Museum):</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18.75px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">"Glider pilot, piloted Horsa glider with 8 x 101st Airborne troops crash landing, struck tree damaging the fuselage and wing of Horsa, vacated A/C into nearby wood followed closely by enemy troops, captured <a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a>POW, initially to Gulag Luft 6-Jun-44. Returned To Duty RTD.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18.75px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">"Also listed as a Private in the 303rd Bomb Group. Service number 12040420. O</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18.75px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">"Awards: POW, WWII Victory, EAME."</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There were eight on board. Here is information about one of them: Lt. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505;">Alfred Fratzke: "He entered the Army in August of 1941. During World War II, he served as a first lieutenant with the 1st Infantry Division and was a photo interpreter for Army Intelligence. He served in Africa and Sicily for a year </span><a style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" tabindex="-1"></a><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505;">before returning to England to participate in the D-Day Invasion on June 6, 1944. He was wounded and captured by the Germans and was a POW for ten months. He was a Purple Heart recipient."</span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5kswSCHtF3TK8VMvEekpaCgjx62CV7cvWRPqGDY2qwr8N2c0GPSKmsRwwddK-PIuqEq7i3IWU0aR9oZqGir2OOYtpiLdpvu3bIMIti0Mg8pijlcGIsqnMPDkrXW9e02qar-46LSHG4YtpkztQGq0NLDRGxNe9g49zJC0THCEVPM2iLY-wQ/s200/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="142" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5kswSCHtF3TK8VMvEekpaCgjx62CV7cvWRPqGDY2qwr8N2c0GPSKmsRwwddK-PIuqEq7i3IWU0aR9oZqGir2OOYtpiLdpvu3bIMIti0Mg8pijlcGIsqnMPDkrXW9e02qar-46LSHG4YtpkztQGq0NLDRGxNe9g49zJC0THCEVPM2iLY-wQ/s1600/1a.jpg" width="142" /></a></div><br /><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A photo of 1st Lt. Gerhard Baum, a German Jewish immigrant who was on board. </span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwMKjZ3UMsEllu7WzLwmBSNI4PgXWzGkGRHeDPOw3OFDGzSHt9cbrqKBPB_UeF27VO-nTeZMoJj_0T3XYdjGGACi2NQy8BH2GkyMFVnaKwiqM_XStscH-FmPD2YXbYhl25DMuWFaF6Wu2UEqs5WRcd89_D6_614oYpr1DqAcmB56JNjxoyQ/s378/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="355" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwMKjZ3UMsEllu7WzLwmBSNI4PgXWzGkGRHeDPOw3OFDGzSHt9cbrqKBPB_UeF27VO-nTeZMoJj_0T3XYdjGGACi2NQy8BH2GkyMFVnaKwiqM_XStscH-FmPD2YXbYhl25DMuWFaF6Wu2UEqs5WRcd89_D6_614oYpr1DqAcmB56JNjxoyQ/s320/1a.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">From his obituary:</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Gerhard (Gary) Baum was born 23 JUN 1917 a German Jew in Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany and immigrated to the U. S. with his brother in 1934. He settled in Fort Worth. It might be said that two packs of Lucky Strikes saved Gary Baum.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">But more than the smokes, it was his wits.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">Mr. Baum, a German-born Jew who had fled to the U.S. during the rise of Adolph Hitler, found himself a prisoner of war on D-Day, wearing the uniform of the Screaming Eagles of the 101st Airborne.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">"If they found out he was German and Jewish, he knew they'd kill him," his friend, Jack Gerrick, recalled.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">So Mr. Baum sidled up to an old guard at the holding camp in France, after landing in German hands on June 6, 1944, and persuaded the guard to take him out of the interrogation line. The Lucky Strikes sealed the deal.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">Mr. Baum survived the war and a grim POW camp to live out a long and full life that ended only this week.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">A wisecracking, food-loving man with a strict sense of orderliness, Mr. Baum died early Wednesday morning at Baylor All Saints Medical Center in Fort Worth. He was being treated for cancer of the tongue.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">He was 89 years old.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">"That German mentality, call it arrogance if you want, came out, and he told everyone that he was going," said his son, Dennis Baum. "Some of us were telling him that he could get better. But he had this look like 'Don't mess with me. Don't waste my time.' He died so peacefully."</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">Born June 23, 1917, during World War I, Mr. Baum was 15 years old when his father sent him and his brother out of Germany. Not long afterward, Mr. Baum's sister and parents fled.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">Hitler became chancellor in January 1933, and Mr. Baum's father felt he knew which way his homeland was going for Jews. History bore out his good judgment.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">"He was way ahead of the curve," said Dennis Baum of Dallas. "There were people who said that Hitler was just a crackpot and not to worry. But he said, 'I'm going to send my two boys to the United States to establish citizenship.' He had a tremendous amount of foresight."</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">When war broke out, Mr. Baum joined the Army, went to officers' candidate school and was assigned as an intelligence officer with the 101st Airborne Division.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">"His motivation was one of demonstrating, both to himself and anybody who had any question about it, that he was an American, first and foremost," his son said.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">On the day of the Normandy invasion, he was captured before he could even exit the glider that landed in a water-filled ditch. He ended the war in a POW camp in eastern Germany, where he stayed quiet as much as possible. While there he continued acting as an intelligence officer, reporting to the other prisoners what the German guards were saying.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">The camp was eventually liberated by Soviet soldiers.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto">"He said he was always under such stress that someone would let it slip that he was from Germany," Gerrick said.</div></div></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">Baum's story.</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOco4jAQwvtaSbzl76fdzmZl17Bm1pDRP65Fj_SDIf0K4Y05BzYLgdtpuVnaJJqsQnrLEkc8sqor6VFX_sfbVgO1jOlb5Fs09DzPcWdFjQik_8Pd8JpxS73Uk0V1N3RmAotpYu5aBBmm6JkkS1ywe8LI81YbNaIgM1o2dt_UDyR9C5cBairw/s1217/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1217" data-original-width="999" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOco4jAQwvtaSbzl76fdzmZl17Bm1pDRP65Fj_SDIf0K4Y05BzYLgdtpuVnaJJqsQnrLEkc8sqor6VFX_sfbVgO1jOlb5Fs09DzPcWdFjQik_8Pd8JpxS73Uk0V1N3RmAotpYu5aBBmm6JkkS1ywe8LI81YbNaIgM1o2dt_UDyR9C5cBairw/s320/1a.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_HY92ogGAxx8Zt2OHXklJ0VhqP76n-wXEPh_Lqdhe7GOj_DChFGxQXjma1fld_pFET86KA8HhU-ncBkHZPUECc-he7Q3EKRbO-6tI9hQn3dZOjeKu2vrDEOcppn1-6zMbqZZC5yNCrtBWVZVo-5457VrQ0RgUYaJsreW52D_LfHrNxOitw/s1823/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1823" data-original-width="1140" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_HY92ogGAxx8Zt2OHXklJ0VhqP76n-wXEPh_Lqdhe7GOj_DChFGxQXjma1fld_pFET86KA8HhU-ncBkHZPUECc-he7Q3EKRbO-6tI9hQn3dZOjeKu2vrDEOcppn1-6zMbqZZC5yNCrtBWVZVo-5457VrQ0RgUYaJsreW52D_LfHrNxOitw/s320/1aa.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DG7qSVjf1aotvdnVmfvNrqUymQtgWaSzBRO3C7QoGJgDt5JPWcD4p5cZSAh_md1t6l3QxQlW8WLMW0On07hC0ijC8LWKdAunLgcHM7rMW5zkHx7clGsZlKEIt0PLMjqy_WHwzMzrZJi2XGrF4f7g5zdho-D-vvofYeA71QEk13uoUBzlTw/s1745/1aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1745" data-original-width="1027" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DG7qSVjf1aotvdnVmfvNrqUymQtgWaSzBRO3C7QoGJgDt5JPWcD4p5cZSAh_md1t6l3QxQlW8WLMW0On07hC0ijC8LWKdAunLgcHM7rMW5zkHx7clGsZlKEIt0PLMjqy_WHwzMzrZJi2XGrF4f7g5zdho-D-vvofYeA71QEk13uoUBzlTw/s320/1aaa.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1_CrzS3Q7qTXMAw85QfLyQHs4EZ1m9yVX5F8tDcaL7sxp_JbjYakpae8vVNUtv6aQtudDxa7clVuA2LFXcwZO9Kur1Ef696_rondg1NpL3Iv2xaThTsxmEV3yGT1enAIDARP8v5cgxLcP6ntBj2YKKiV_-RtotwIsuhYMhDsLnASyjuRdQ/s1280/1aaaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="964" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1_CrzS3Q7qTXMAw85QfLyQHs4EZ1m9yVX5F8tDcaL7sxp_JbjYakpae8vVNUtv6aQtudDxa7clVuA2LFXcwZO9Kur1Ef696_rondg1NpL3Iv2xaThTsxmEV3yGT1enAIDARP8v5cgxLcP6ntBj2YKKiV_-RtotwIsuhYMhDsLnASyjuRdQ/s320/1aaaa.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9;">The Horsa glider - HG-915 - in the field near Ste. Mere Eglis, France. Note the damaged wing from hitting a tree upon landing. The glider's fuselage was designed to be disassembled into two sections as its seen here. This allowed the craft to carry a jeep or small artillery piece, for ease of off-loading. HG-915 carried one jeep and eight passengers and crew. The ramps shown were used to extricate the jeep after landing, probably by the Germans.</span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsQrBQY1-onzMPrsDBP0Mw_YKju61QVvHbhQjp6hzrhlHLNZzlP2amGr7DzwEsm_9WHrAEv5tWFd_LXZVmIOcQVzPl8yQ17zEOZWqL4Sn6nHNJOfcVilyVEyyWXrySntOHNJu2j5WIY1zrFKSz5BFx777GJ-8jq3KG2_j_VbBNe5a8HL98g/s480/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="480" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsQrBQY1-onzMPrsDBP0Mw_YKju61QVvHbhQjp6hzrhlHLNZzlP2amGr7DzwEsm_9WHrAEv5tWFd_LXZVmIOcQVzPl8yQ17zEOZWqL4Sn6nHNJOfcVilyVEyyWXrySntOHNJu2j5WIY1zrFKSz5BFx777GJ-8jq3KG2_j_VbBNe5a8HL98g/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">This account of the prisoners' liberation by the Red Army comes from Sergeant Gordon B. Pack, USA, January 31, 1945: </span></div>
<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Soon, long columns of prisoners were threading their way along the snow filled road. Some pushing, some pulling sleds; others wheelbarrows, wagons and so on to haul their blanket rolls and the few odds and ends they were able to hang on to. Apparently there weren't any definite place it seemed to go to.</i></span><br />
<i><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">"We had been traveling I suppose to the best of my estimation some 40 to 50 minutes, with not a word being spoken along the whole column, when all at once, all hell seemed to break loose up ahead. We were nearing a small village, and there were hails of leaden death streamed towards us. Machine guns were chattering their deadly song, as rifles cracked and bullets whined all around. Soon, the heavy 'boom' of a big gun, then the bursting a shell. Soon another, then another, another. They were all landing in the midst of us. Right where that would do the most damage. Shouts and screams of pain and agony were wrenched from men's lips that were hit by shell fragments and bullets and couldn't get away. </span></i><br />
<i><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">"Words cannot explain the horror and the blood chilling sounds that filled the air. I, myself witnessed a scene I shan't forget. Panic soon had its way, and men began running every which way, skimming across the fields of snow trying to find cover. One minute, I saw a head on a man's shoulder, the next, there was no head. This man kept going 15-20 yards, then fell to the ground a bloody mass of torn flesh and bone. </span></i><br />
<i><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">"During the excitement someone yell out, 'For God's sake, men, keep down!' But that cry had been better if not uttered.</span></i><br />
<i><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">"It only seemed to prompt them on. Half of us did manage to stay down, while the rest scattered the fields lining each side of the road. Some were jumping in holes, ditches, sunken places in the ground, behind the few scattered trees that were available. And some were placing their blanket rolls in front of their body for the little protection they offered; which wasn't very much. </span></i><br />
<i><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">"During all of this someone yelled 'Ruskies! Which means 'Russians', the 'Ruskies' are here! Someone make a flag, waved a handkerchief to show them we are unarmed. This was done by a sergeant by the name of Herman Curley. We all called him Curley for short. As soon as he had it finished, he rose and started toward the Russians which were about 300 yards from us. We were still unrecognizable at that distance. Curley started but never got there. A rifle cracked and he slumped to the ground a pitiful sight still with the flag of surrender in his hand. (This brave act that no other man had attempted to do should by every last one of us be remembered. For to my opinion, it saved our lives though it very near cost him his.)" </span></i><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><i></i><br /></span>
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">It is reported that five POW's were accidentally killed by the Russians that day.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2HQfuxTurJQwbBvrqTV4qqqZJTbiLG9U551tti_xbDPYKWiG4MRqNkt-dDsSm5EE7Vfh0Op68K2c4D7g8C1OmUEYywOFrBKxRPulGA77xcMr1_JG9ksKgBeJIVkblPCXE03N6tMa18n8P4uowRWgnX50-Ddpweb8mjAhfsM-LZYg5-BEpA/s1745/1aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1745" data-original-width="1027" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2HQfuxTurJQwbBvrqTV4qqqZJTbiLG9U551tti_xbDPYKWiG4MRqNkt-dDsSm5EE7Vfh0Op68K2c4D7g8C1OmUEYywOFrBKxRPulGA77xcMr1_JG9ksKgBeJIVkblPCXE03N6tMa18n8P4uowRWgnX50-Ddpweb8mjAhfsM-LZYg5-BEpA/s320/1aaa.jpg" width="188" /></a></div>- - - - -</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Harold Fuhrman with Ken Gamble stateside after the war. They were sent along with other released POW's to Miami for debriefing and rehabilitation. Both look to have been through considerable hardship.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq-IghSzyGlr6UgNjhFdmNoF2m9sMFytkoMt6VAkNCnmDkIq4DIfCKMcVrjCS9xbEi4xWBwctTeD2W6AMnHhibboeI60t8Ah8FQin_ps6dstyYG9K-ZkFDLE6Q8vfbhtFDYn6zK3m46FU529noYwJs-gupSgxLRgnyNpQuKTxoWISaLWzkw/s797/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="584" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq-IghSzyGlr6UgNjhFdmNoF2m9sMFytkoMt6VAkNCnmDkIq4DIfCKMcVrjCS9xbEi4xWBwctTeD2W6AMnHhibboeI60t8Ah8FQin_ps6dstyYG9K-ZkFDLE6Q8vfbhtFDYn6zK3m46FU529noYwJs-gupSgxLRgnyNpQuKTxoWISaLWzkw/s320/1a.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-38670557351081512292019-11-28T09:50:00.000-05:002020-01-09T10:48:21.794-05:00Grandfather Fuhrman The Lumberjack<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iBxT_T2ra5bYrdJjQH0I4n2PrGFaqoodJxc_GGwf6l4ohi0p7jPAR-zxebWWW8JQXjn9HKvb8SuREXbHRrnaIkY2ui4wyLhl-p3nq8vRrfbAuUO7QhwFEkRcMLFUhOpNd01d/s1600/11111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="960" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iBxT_T2ra5bYrdJjQH0I4n2PrGFaqoodJxc_GGwf6l4ohi0p7jPAR-zxebWWW8JQXjn9HKvb8SuREXbHRrnaIkY2ui4wyLhl-p3nq8vRrfbAuUO7QhwFEkRcMLFUhOpNd01d/s640/11111.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here's a fascinating photo. It's somewhere around a hundred years old, taken either just before World War I or just after. It's special to the family because my grandfather (Henry) Fuhrman is in it (tall man in the center of the group). He started out his adult life (fighting the Hun …) and as a lumberjack in the forests of northern Wisconsin.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Observations: </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 1) The area he lived in in Shawano County, WI was heavily populated with German immigrants and - in Henry's case - their children. It is said that area so resembled their native land - Pommern - Pomerania - in northeast Germany that they moved there to feel right at home. German was the primary language spoken in many of the villages in the area.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 2) In the 1900 census there were a whopping 268,384 people living in Wisconsin who had been born in Germany. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 3) I'd love to find out from a photography expert what kind of camera was used to take the photo. It's an odd shape - 280mm X 80mm (11" X 3.2").</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 4) The image captured is unique in that the two modes of transportation used to bring logs to the railhead for shipment to the various lumber mills on the Wolf River or Shawano or Green Bay or Oshkosh are depicted. Horse-drawn sleds and flatbed train cars. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Cutting trees down was done almost year round in those days. But hauling/shipping was done only in the winter, because of the terrain. A lumber company would buy timberland, cut a trail to the area for draft animals, build a cabin for the loggers, and put them to work. They lived on site for months on end. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Logs would be loaded on the sleds and hauled out by teams of draft horses or mules. When the roads became muddy they kept a water wagon on site and, at night, the wagon would go down the road pouring water in the tracks so that they'd freeze and be passable by morning. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 5) The photos you see of lumberjacks steering rafts of logs down the river to the mill didn't apply here. In the early days when pine was in abundance, they'd be hauled to the Wolf River and floated downstream to the pulp mills or finish mills. But by 1900 the pine forests were all cut and gone. Leaving hardwoods. And hardwoods absorb water. So they couldn't be floated. They had to be shipped by train. That's what's happening in the photo.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 6) The train car in the background was owned by the Chicago and North Western Transportation Company (C&NW), much of which operates today as part of Union Pacific. The location where the photo was taken was on a spur of the C&NW line.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 7) looking closely at the individuals in the photo, it is possible that two of the lumbermen are Indians. The Menominee reservation was close by with an abundance of available labor. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">8)</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Lumber was the leading industry in Wisconsin before WWI.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 9) Two lumberjacks could fell 20,000 board feet of trees in one day with a cross-cut saw. Twenty thousand. With a manual hand-drawn saw.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 10) The Number One economic driver in Wisconsin in 1920? Not lumber. It was number 2. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /> Cows. Dairy. And cheese. I remember when I was a kid visiting uncles and aunts on huge dairy farms in the Shawano, Tigerton, Bowler, WI area.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 11) Chances are real good that the company my grandfather worked for was eventually bought by - and is now part of - Weyerhaeuser.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 12) Quiz: Who plants the most trees on the planet these days?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Greenpeace? No.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Earth First? No.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Leonardo DiCaprio? No.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Weyerhaeuser. The company now manages 12 million acres of forest.</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 13) Henry Fuhrman's father - Gustav Adolf Fuhrmann (he dropped the last N in the name during World War I) - and mother - Bertha Wetzel - were born in Germany. Their son - Henry - fought against the Germans in World War I. (!!) Their grandson - Harold Henry - our father - fought the Germans as well. In World War II. *</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1d2129; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 14) Pomerania was virtually eliminated in 1945. Most of it was handed over to Poland after WWII and the German populations therein were forced to leave. They became refugees.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 6px 0px 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> 15) When we were young we would travel over the Wolf River on occasion. It was a beautiful stream. But it was as polluted as any river has ever been. The paper mills were still in operation, dumping toxic chlorine compounds, sulfur, hydrogen sulfide and sulfur dioxide. The mills are now closed down. Hopefully the river has regained its life.</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-1146315173707513982019-11-28T08:24:00.000-05:002019-12-18T09:08:45.432-05:00A Look To My Past<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/1600/1191921.jpg"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #b00000; font-size: large;"></span><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2067/507/320/1191921.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">Wedding day. January 19, 1921. The two handsome people seated in the center of this aging and somewhat faded photograph are my father's parents. At the time, if memory serves, he was a World War I veteran and a then-lumberjack (in the vast forests of northern Wisconsin) and she was or had been a housekeeper. A simple beginning to a marriage that would soon produce my father and eventually ... me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">I have fond recollections of my grandfather. He eventually settled in a fine home in Gresham, Wisconsin, out of which my brothers, sister, and I had some great summer adventures. A rather gruff old guy, he spoke with a guttural German accent (this part of Wisconsin was originally populated mostly by immigrants from nordöstlich Deutschland, and Indians) and is remembered as having a fine cigar with him at most times (I carry on that tradition - to a lesser extent).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">I didn't know my grandmother. She died at a young age, before my father went off to carry on what almost became another family tradition - fighting Germans - this time in World War II. And she rarely came up in conversation in all the years my father and I were together. So Ida Majeske Fuhrman's life has faded into history. Our loss.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: large;">So many years have passed since this photo was taken. So many triumphs. Tragedies. Good times and bad. A lot more good than bad. Thanks to them.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877858.post-58153985613101321202019-11-27T13:55:00.000-05:002019-12-18T09:37:11.367-05:00On Top of Rib Mountain<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom, Dad, Me, Grandma, Steve on top of Rib Mountain, Wisconsin. 1951.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></span>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5d7YgMA179ReTXoR-hsDmwuG45HURJucZdIRi2hY1PJWckmw6_OgFL6tw48JRvg9Oal0rMY_bqthIQqO0Gl8AC7t3IDwgLtnje9XY1hhzjIvO7MKVnqmN87ngTjDBlX0QSbU/s1600/bbbbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="960" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5d7YgMA179ReTXoR-hsDmwuG45HURJucZdIRi2hY1PJWckmw6_OgFL6tw48JRvg9Oal0rMY_bqthIQqO0Gl8AC7t3IDwgLtnje9XY1hhzjIvO7MKVnqmN87ngTjDBlX0QSbU/s320/bbbbb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com