Showing posts with label Ivan Kuhl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ivan Kuhl. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

"Music"--Grandpa Story, "sort of" with added attractions


 #1
Music has always been a significant part of my life. This may seem strange to some of my children (Hear them? Really!?!)  Maybe it's better said that music was always in the background. (Better?) Best to understand any
story, one must have the context for adequacy. 

As the younger generations may not know, I was an orphan of sorts. My father was killed in an auto-train accident when I was only 13 months of age. As a result my earliest "conscious" recollections have to do with my life with the family of my mother- the "Walter H. Chaddock" family.  As I became older more "Kuhls became real" parts of my life , but as a young child my associations were all with the " Chaddocks".

My earliest fixed recollections are associated with the holiday get-togethers of our small group and the other "Chaddocks". There were uncles (3), aunts (3), cousins (4), Mother and Grandma. By that time Grandpa was gone.
(They said I'd been his shadow, as a tot). After the mid-day holiday meal, the chairs and small tables were pushed back to the wall or to the parlor, any way so the festivities could begin!

Grandma played the piano, my uncles all played the" Bones"and/ or the mouth organ.-and so the music would begin! Piano tones, humming, mouth organ music, dancing and the clacking of the "bones"--and we were off!
The older couples began rather in a stately fashion, but soon, words filled the air with such words as we'd never heard before! Schottisch, Reels, Waltzes, Fox trots, and so on! We all made great efforts to dance, hum and other wise enjoy ourselves. After a suitable time Mother and Grandma would switch(at the piano) as would partners, etc. and things continued with giggles, squawks, squeals, etc! -Taking over! This weird and wild showing would 
last an hour or so, then we all ran out of gas! The young folks were just catching on and the old folks pooped! Sitting was a mistake! We all deflated like ballons and giggled and laughed, etc,.etc.,and so to the nap department!
Another happy holiday!

Mother was a real legitimate musical person who had a fine soprano voice, played "cello", piano and other instruments and taught piano lessons. The family had been Presbyterians but she left the Presbyterian Choir to con- duct and manage the choir at the Emmanuel Baptist Church and did so. I presume there were sums of money involved, but that was never discussed in my presence. She did her job well and after a length of time became en-
gaged to Edward S. Dean, a member of that choir, whom she married. Her association with the Emmanuel Baptist Choir continued….And so did I.

Mother gave piano lessons, so scales and basic melodies were part of my life as I looked over the bust of Beethoven on the piano. My personal introduction to piano lessons lasted about two weeks. --The punting of the football in the street was much more attractive to me than confinement to the piano bench and rudimentary scales! To her credit she did not try to force me.
Lila has consented to help me in this area. She was the most musical of our generation , so I feel she should "Give a good go" to us!
I will return to continue with the "Kuhl Family Music" Involving schools, and the rest as it unrolls!
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Love," Grandpa"

Music Grandpa Story, "Sort of"- Scholastic-- #2

In the primary grades we began singing Christmas carols. I can just imagine the "awesome"
feelings a first grade teacher has starting out on Christmas carols. --too gruesome!  At any rate it's  about all the poor teachers were up to -to work with the squawkers, shouters and "mummies" in the class.  If the teacher were lucky there were two or three in the class that could carry a tune and blend in. My first grade class was large- between 30 and 50.  Needless to say, I didn't count them. 

As I recall, in 3rd grade, instruction in instruments was first offered.  Some instruments were furnished, and some were made obtainable by some means. At that time, Ruth took up the "cello" and did a fine job of it! (So what's new?) 
I wasn't interested at the time, but Mother encouraged me to take up some instrument.  As a result I have a vague recollection of an interview including Mother, the head of the department of music for the schools and myself.  The only discussion I recall is that my teeth and the playing of a flute didn't encourage a happy career.  
Thinking about -Why the flute?-makes me remember that the only instrument player of any local renown was "Bill Coon", who was a flautist of great reputation. He was a Seneca Indian  which  made him more fascinating, but also he had at least two sons who were professionals, a  lawyer  and a doctor, who had gone to McGill University  in Canada!  How attractive can one family be?
I believe it was in 4th grade that a circulating music teacher appeared and took over the real task of teaching us to sing as a group. By the time she was through we could listen to her note on the little mouth organ and take off singing.  Wondering what that little sound had to do with our singing. Not too bad, anyway. 

If memory serves me correctly, it was about 5th grade that Walter Damrosch appeared. He had a wonderful program called "The Music Appreciation Hour" which was on NBC and taught us about classical music, operas, the stories and the composers of these works.  The class was held in the "music room" , the program was on the radio, and was a wonderful presentation of that subject.  Many were fascinated and I'm sure many future lovers of classical music were introduced to the world of fine music at that time.  (It was broadcast from 1928-1942)

From elementary school we went to 8th grade (at the High School), and there I was in "The 
Boys Glee Club", Ruth was in "The Girls Choral". We both were in "The Choristers", the mixed group supposedly composed of the better voices.  Later, I was a sailor  in the crew of " H.M.S. Pinafore," an opera by Gilbert and Sullivan.  I'm sure Ruth was in other musical presentations, but as a student 2 yrs. ahead of her, I was not observant of her obvious talents and presentations. Too bad we started late in this story! 



                                         Love Grandpa (There'll be more)


Music-Grandpa Story-"Sort of" #2 b 
            I enjoyed music in high school. Singing in "The Choristers"  made me think in the last few  retrospective months, wondering where the music director had the intestinal fortitude to put me in the better group.   -- The answer, I think, was that he knew I always sang next to my good friend, Paul Ruhland, who was an excellent musician could read music, and play the trumpet and carry a  tune! I could carry a tune , but had to be led there(by Paul), reading music was other worldly. I could tell by the music that the sound went up or down, but the "how far"  was my problem! 
When I tried out for the college choral group, I'm sure that was what eliminated me. (And why not?)
So in college, my role was passive in music.
 In contrast, Ruth (Grandma Kuhl to you) who played the "cello"; sang in high school, and in college.  The college group called "The Schola Cantorum," was mixed and sang many  engagements at other colleges, high schools, etc. In addition, she sang for an Episcopal church  to aid the choir, for a small retainer, and as a senior had a lead in the college opera. The opera   took place when I was in med school, so I did not attend. 


As teen-agers we were exposed to "The Saturday Night Hit Parade".  As a morning paper  boy,i did not have much exposure to that.  I don't know about Ruth, since that "was before my  time".  However, we both had exposure to scout and "Y" camps, where we became exposed tothe songs of that type.  Such gems as "Sweet Adeline", "Sweet Ivory Soap", "Clementine" and"the Cannibal King", etc. were enjoyed to the fullest.   In addition in German class I learned such wonders as "Du,Du, liegst mir im Herzen," "Ach Du Lieber Augustine" , and "Schnitzelbank" along  with other songs of German origin. In church I was exposed to the common hymns, but Ruth at  that time had essentially no exposure to religious music.
In college, as a freshman, my chief work to help stay in college, was a "soda jerk" and received plenty of exposure to the popular music of the day.  It was "The Big Band Era" so I heard plenty of the music of the times, courtesy of the coins of the students in the juke boxes. My hours were 8-11 thirty so that was the time! “The September Song,” became our theme song of sorts after. (Ruth was not in college… at that point-we were married…11 Sept 1943)




Spelling Bees



Last Sunday I was fortunate enough to attend the performance of the Musical "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee", featuring among others, my granddaughter, Annie Kuhl, as the moderator," Rona Lisa Peretti.”  It was a splendid production, and you "Kuhls" would have been proud of her, as was I. However, it stirred up mixed emotions for me.
 As a child I was always a good speller. Don't ask me why, I just was.  I have a faint recollection of being the last one standing in the portable, where we had 2nd grade!  (That was a LOOONG tim e ago!) Excuse the spelling! As time proceeded I still maintained my place in the line of our class!  ----So as a 7th grader I was Spelling Champion at Robert Morris School in Batavia, New York!  When up came the time for the Genesee County Spelling Bee, I was there!  Probably wore a necktie, and everything!    Things went well for the first rounds of oral spelling.  Those of us remaining were to take a written for the next round.  Two of us had 100s.  But since there were only two they decided to allow the ones who missed only one to proceed also.   That was my downfall!  After all, I thought, - "it's just a matter of hanging in there and I've got it made!"    Ah so! --- The first new oral round went well.  "Man, did I have it made!"  My next word was "ransom.”  My mind, now in overdrive put an "e" on the  end. After all some has one!?  But, too late, I realized, I'd been too confident and not careful enough!!!  With my tail between my legs, I took a seat. -To the accompaniment of a rather sad nod by my principal who, after all, was kind of a friend.
                               Had enough?  But the story goes on!
 Strangely enough, the following year i was spelling champion of Batavia Junior High School!  Incidentally, the runner up was from the same school that Grandma Ruth Marie Amidon went to. The runner up was an acquaintance from the Block System in the Junior High  in which Jeanne and I were in the same group -"The college entrance group".

So the next year yours truly was at the Genesee County Spelling Bee, again!  As before I survived the first two basics, but the third round got me!  This one made more sense!  The word was "unconscious".  That was where I was again!  This time I left out the "s" in the middle!  There was no sad principal to console me with a nod of sympathy!   Probably the darn necktie got me!
 As a follow-up It's fun to visit your old classmates, even after 50 or whatever years.  Jeanne became a widow about 20 yrs ago and i contacted her by "phone about 5 yrs ago with respect to some class get-together that i wasn't going to be able to make.  After a bit we went into family discussion and she said she had had 8 children.  Upon hearing we had had 9, she promptly interjected: "You beat me there, too!"  Sadly, last summer when we went to Batavia, I was unable to contact her.  The phone # had been discontinued.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Christmas Despondency


As previously mentioned this period of my life -after Ruth's demise, has been a prolonged period of retro-and introspection.  One of my recurrent problems for many years in life has been the persistent recurrence of depression and despondency during the Christmas season.
               My off-hand interpretation of this problem has been that my Christmas desires as a child were such things as a baseball glove, a baseball bat, a football, and the like.  Of course, in the place of these frivolous items I received--a handkerchief, socks, and as I grew older, neckties. As a matter of fact, the most pleasure I would get at Christmas time, would be the recognition of the same old friends to put on the Christmas tree again.
               What has come back to me to complicate my analysis has been the remembrance of the beautiful wonderful gift I received at Christmas when I was 4 yrs old. --A pair of beautiful, new shiny rubber knee boots!
               I'm sure my eyes were like saucers and in my excitement I would not let the others finish their breakfasts before I went out to show off, test and display my new beauties! And so I did! I sallied forth to conquer the world in my new wonderful finery!   Tragically, within minutes I was in the grip of the world!  --i was stuck in the mud!  After some painful stressful minutes a neighbor heard my belloring and rescued me!-- In the humiliating presence of my family (finally)!   For as long as we stayed in that neighborhood, I was "Stick in the mud! " to that neighbor.  Relatively painful reminder of my shameful old predicament…
               My mother and stepfather married shortly after that and moved "to the other end of town".   So my dirty new nickname died a short time after the move…Undoubtedly, to my relief.
               Was this the prime reason for my despondency, buried so deep it took me months to recall?
               Fortunately I always enjoyed my wife's and children's Christmases, and the smiley, happy family!
             

I must confess that one of the things that has helped me the most these past few years has been  "Grandpas' Grab Bag" Thanks, Girls

Bob and Ivan



Bob and Ivan Episode 1
I've given a lot of time with no result in the past few weeks.  Decided that little biography wouldn't hurt. -  Bob Chaddock was my first cousin, and the only one who lived nearby-about 4 miles.  He was about 18 months younger than I, but that was close enough.  -As you may know when 2 children are in trouble, it is always the older one's fault.   -- So I began my early life being a problem fairly often.  --I did learn some protective measures, however.  -Whenever he cried, I would cry, also…Only worked some of the time.   Besides, he learned the same maneuver! Guess who was supposed to teach whom how to whistle!?  Somehow I never succeeded. Maybe that's why I never whistle now!
       Needless to say, he was a smart one--- was made to skip a grade in the rural school where he attended.  So we ended up in the same grade in high school.
       Our situation made me think of "The City Mouse and the Country Mouse" many times. Our lives were the same, only different in many ways. I'd be delivering my morning papers and hurrying to eat before I walked the mile+ to school while he was hurrying his breakfast to catch the bus to school!!  At school I was in the "College Entrance" block and he was in the "Manual Arts" block.  Guess who had the most studying to do!   Guess this is enough for now!  I'm wiping my tears and will continue more later! --Pretty sad start.      See you next time!
  
Bob and Ivan Episode 2
Summers Bob worked on the farm- Dairy farm- beans, hay, milking, etc.    I delivered my papers, biked to the farm where I worked.  More of a truck garden type farm.  More hand work intensive- tomatoes, potatoes, cabbage, hay, etc.  Although on rainy days other work was done--for example candling eggs, holding pullets to dose them to prevent worms, cleaning hoes; shovels, forks , etc for the days when they would be in the front lines of the muscle dept.  One summer I followed up the farm work with working at an ice cream store dealing out ice cream cones, packing boxes of ice cream for the fastidious -after returning from the farm-a quick shower and there i was.
               School attendance was also different in those days. Because of the depression, hardly anyone could go directly from High School to college. The rural adaptation to that problem was to let the student delay a course required for graduation, and allowing  the student a fifth year without having to pay tuition which otherwise would have been required. The city students were not in the ruition area so they were allowed to attend another year without problems.  That's what we did.  He delayed Am history and I returned for a PG post graduate) year.
               After high school our lives took divergent courses.

                               Love and Kisses to Y" all! (Back later)—Grandpa
  
Bob and Ivan Episode 3

After High School our lives took grossly divergent courses- (1939)
               Bob went to work at the Doehler Die Casting Co.  He was enrolled in the apprentice program to become a master die maker. This he accomplished in the minimum amount of time. As a die maker, etc he had been on the payroll during this learning period.  The earnings were satisfactory enough that he bought his father a tractor after a little more than a year at ' the Doehler."For those times, at his age he was making "big money". Bob had always loved machinery and mechanical things, so this was a natural extension of his preferred life (see Heather).
               Meanwhile, I was struggling through college until the summer of 1942, when I started med school. Economically things became even more complex at that point…Borrowed money from relative and from a fund that was sort of like a scholarship, because the interest was only 2%.  After proving i was going to survive, more or less, in med school I obtained a job tending the rats, mice, dogs, etc in the Physiology Dept. Here, in addition to the wonderful relationship with the animals I met Alice Bunnell, who was the dept secretary and looked a lot like your grandmother. We started a steadfast relationship at that point and it has persisted to this day.  The fact that her husband's name was "Ivan' might have had something to do with it, but, not much. Ivan was a cardiologist and into cardiologic research.   "Good Man"  Aside it might be mentioned that later on we played Canasta, bridge, etc and we had the air filled with "My Ivan's". Thank goodness I had no hearing problems that point!
                Seems like a good point to stop at!  Love-- See you later!(for # 4)   Love Grandpa
Bob and Ivan Episode 4
The Army finished Bob's first session with "the Doehler".  After the usual break in time he was assigned to the Aberdeen Proving Ground where his talents were used to a degree.
As a fact used so well he became married there in August 1944.  His exact work was never a topic of discussion between us, but apparently he did things I would be incompetent at, with my background. When the time came for leaving the Army, he didn't hesitate and went back to "the Doehler". He stayed there with "the Doehler" as long s it existed- National Lead bought it in the '50's as I recall.  He and Kathy proceeded to buy a home in Oakfield and raised 3 children.  The oldest, a girl, Crista was smart and beautiful.  Was Valedictorian or Salutatorian of her class in Oakfield.  Unfortunately, my college room-mate, Bob Beswick, was her principal so I never did get the whole story.  I prefer peace to problems! Mere mention of Crista would make "cloudy faces, enough for me to back off. Crista went ahead and became an airline stewardess where she met her husband, an attractive, nice passenger-guy. Ross Wieringa, a name of Dutch origin, and he came from the Dutch area of Michigan.  Bob and Kathy's sons existed, but I never saw enough of them to realize who they were, even.
               The Army made my economic problems tolerable, so on 11 Sept 1943, we were married in the Rectory of St. Joseph's R.C. Church in Batavia, NY.  Immediately on closing the ceremony your grandmother gave one of the longest loudest sighs on record.  I never interrogated her about that, either.(Remember I am a man of peace). A litle item about completing education , might be mentioned here. Ruth told her parents she would complete her education before she became married.  She graduated from William Smith Sunday, the 5th of September and didn't get married until Saturday, the 11th of September! Talk about patience!


                              That's enough of that!  Love to Y'all See you later- #5




Bob and Ivan #5
To give justice to Bob's life after the Army, I must mention that his life was definitely a public servant type as well as a master die maker! His love of machines and their extension let him into many things of worth in a small rural community, such as Oakfield.  He was active in the Volunteer Fire dept.  In addition to being available for the fires, he actively made sure the Fire Engine was competent, as well as spic and span!  This community activity led to a spot on the school board, as well as being an officer in the Volunteer Fire Dept organization. He was well thought of in his community and served it well. Such activities as you never heard of, probably, were high on his list of worth- while activities.  In western and central NY every summer there are "Tractor Pulls" - which as you may have guessed featured Tugs (tractors) of War, exhibits of old restored tractors, Queens of the occasions, etc.  Life is(can be) full of things I (and you?) never thought of!  Undoubtedly there were more activities -perhaps higher on Bob's list that I have failed to mention.
                       To return to Ivan, it was a different pattern!  The Army kept him right into med school to complete his training!   We lived, first, in a 2nd floor apt over a restaurant. It was almost directly across the street from the rooming house where I had lived as a freshman student. As a soph,in the cold weather, I had had a job shoveling coal, ashes and snow for an elderly couple, in return for my room. I didn't transfer all my effects from the first place having in mind, hopefully, that we'd be able to move into a place for both of us. (Which we did, when the time came)  To get back to us at our first "home", it was a "D" shaped facility, with the arc by the study around to the area over the restaurant front, the kitchenette, and living room. . The bed was a "Murphy bed" which came out of the wall. One of the outstanding features was that on Saturday nights, the restaurant sprayed, to discourage living creatures from making permanent places of residence.  Sunday a.m. there was a great crackling as we came to life and walked into the kitchenette! Scurrying, too!  As Ruth would say, from time to time, she never saw a cockroach until she married me!  She never did seem to like insects!
                       The places we lived at could each make small vignettes, so I'll go on and just mention our places of dwelling in our peripatetic life until we landed at McAllen.  Two places on Staten Island, Kenna Drive in South Charleston, WV and Brinton Street in Buffalo, College Ave in Buffalo, Ross St in Batavia, Artillery Drive on the Post at Ft Sam Houston,?? on the bluff in Santa Barbara,Ca., ?in Santa Maria, Ca., Wherry housing in El Paso, 412 No. 12th St, McAllen. 1200 LaVista, McAllen.  When Ruth and the family lived in Batavia I was stationed at the118th Station Hosp,in Fukuoka, Kyushu, Japan; 121st Evac Hosp in So.  Korea.  The Evac Hosp was in 4 different sites while I was with it in Korea. Incidentally, should you watch MASH the 121st is mentioned periodically. They may mention Tokyo General or "Stateside Hospitals", also.   Of course, with every transfer in the Army there was an indefinite time at "The Officers' Quarters" until a more permanent living site was arranged.

 This seems to be enough to me.  I could give a brief bio of me (and us at McA), but that hardly seems necessary, Love to Y'all  Grandpa

               Kathy  Hunt Chaddock -Died 21 Nov 1991 age 70--Brain tumor
               Robert Hamilton Chaddock -Died 27 Jul 1996 age 74--  Lymphoma
               Ruth Amidon 
Kuhl--      Died 4 Nov 2009 age 86-Cardiomyopathy(Assoc, Cachexia