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A Journey Through Life - Carl Lucas 2002

A Journey Through Life - Carl Lucas 2002

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Published by Timothy Blotz
This is Carl Lucas' life story of living and farming in southeastern Wisconsin as dictated to and transcribed by his daughter Marjean Kraemer.
This is Carl Lucas' life story of living and farming in southeastern Wisconsin as dictated to and transcribed by his daughter Marjean Kraemer.

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Published by: Timothy Blotz on Sep 02, 2013
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This book is dedicated to my three daughters, Carolyn Blotz, Wanda Wienkers and MarjeanKraemer. If it were not for them, this would not have been written. They insisted that I make astory of my travels through life.To each of us there is a beginning and for me, that beginning started on September 28, 1915. I joined two brothers and two sisters. One brother had died in infancy. We were later joined byanother brother.My earliest recollection of things happening around me was when I was about four years old. Itwas a very stormy, snowy night and I was waiting and looking out the window for my brothersand sisters to come walking home from school, which was about a three mile walk. Our toyswere not too much. I remember only one hand-me-down rag doll that was about worn out by thetime it got to me. I loved to iron clothes and towels. Mother would heat the flat irons on the stoveand then give them to me to iron making sure that they weren't hot enough to burn me.Another thing I loved to do was to bake onions in mother's stove and then eat them. Our stovewas an old stove that had four claw feet and four burner lids on it. They could be removed for usto toast bread over an open fire. It also had a warming oven above the stove to keep things warmafter cooking. One other nice thing about the stove was the reservoir, a storage place to holdabout four gallons of hot water for cooking and washing dishes.In 1921, I started to school. Each morning I and my older brother and two sisters would walk three miles to a country school called Willow Springs. There were about twenty-five children ineight grades taught by one teacher. The older boys brought in the wood for the fire. The water was also brought in from a pump in the schoolyard. Our playground entertainment was drowninggophers out of their holes and playing Andy Over, Red Rover and Fox and Geese. I would getvery tired walking home from school but there was a huge rock about half way home and Iwould rest on it. There were about five children in the first grade and we all attended school untilthe weather got too cold then we didn't go anymore.In the spring when school was out, the teacher promoted each of us into second grade the nextFall. We went to Cobb Grade School. The other children went to Montfort and Highland schools.Each one of my classmates stayed in second grade for about three weeks. By then the teachersdecided that none of us were ready for second grade so back to first grade we went! I liked goingto school in Cobb. There were lots of kids and something was going on all the time.The high school boys used to tease the small kids. They would get us kids to fight. About thistime I had my first of many fights. The older boys got I and another kid about twice my size tofight. It happened that when we fell to the ground that I was on top! I thought to myself what willI do next? I knew that when he got up, he would surely beat me up. Looking at the ground besideme I saw a square old time nail so I picked it up and commenced to pounding on his head. Hestared crying and yelling and the boys were laughing their heads off! So one of the boys pulled
3me off and the kid run as fast as he could and never bothered me again. As a matter of fact, we became very good friends.At noon we would all sit in the shade with the high school boys and eat our dinner. This onetime, the senior boys all came dressed in their best suits because they were going to have their graduation picture taken. A boy, whose name
was Freeman Fox and was 6’6” tall and always full
of fun, was teasing me so my brother said; "Throw your egg at him." I had this soft-boiled egg inmy hand so I threw it and hit him in the belly and it broke and ran down his pants. I then made aquick exit as he was a mess and plenty mad. However, I wasn't a troublemaker because I alwayshad many friends and got along just great with everyone.About this time, my Dad decided he would need a new barn. For more that two years, he wouldcut logs (all on his farm) in preparation for sawing lumber. He also quarried all the rocks andsand for the rock walls. He hired Alf Vickerman to haul all the sand for it which was quarried onour farm. There were piles of rock, sand and logs wherever you looked. When that was done, hehad a big sawmill come in from Boscobel to saw the lumber. They brought their own crew of men. Everett McReynolds owned the sawmill and he had Neal Wilkinson, George Combs,
George Peacock, Manual Streeter and Jud Wilkinson. I don’t seem to remem
 ber the others. Theywould saw lumber all week and then go home for the weekend. There were about seven men andthey would board at our place during the week. I don't remember how long it took them butimagine most of the summer. They sawed out 93,000 feet of lumber. Several thousand feet of itwas for the neighbors.When that was finished, Dad hired a carpenter from Fennimore with seven men to build a new barn. Bill Kephart was the carpenter and he hired most of the sawmill men to help him. It was126 feet long, 36 feet wide and about 45 feet high. It was the largest barn in the country at thattime. We had two sides of stanchions with 20 cows on each side and had a lever that we pulledand it would close all 20 stanchions at a time. Our farm that Dad owned was 248 acres and herented another 80 acres. We never ran out of work. My father was a good man and a very hardworker. He expected everyone to work and do their fair share.When the masons were building the rock wall for the basement of the barn, they mislaid their mason hammer. They told me if I would find it they would give me a quarter. I looked for 
several days but couldn't find it. Then one day my Dad said, “Have you looked for the hammer?”I said, “yes, but I can't find it.” So he said, “Come with me and I will help you look.” We went
around one corner of the wall and there it was lying so I got my quarter. I still think Dad hadfound it and put it there so I could find it and get the quarter.When the sawmill workers and carpenters were staying at our place, Dad and Mother ordered 25 pound boxes of cookies and dried fruits to feed them. There were boxes of dried apricots, prunes, boysenberries and other kinds I can't remember. Also many different kind of cookies, which Ican't remember. One of our upstairs rooms was full of boxes. These were all bought from Searsand Roebuck.I was about seven years old and it was time to put hay in the new barn. My job was to drive ateam of horses on the hay wagon pulling the hay loader. A man would be on the wagon and

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