Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Old Mantle Clock


Old Mantle Clock
Today I took the old clock to be "whatevered"- cleaned especially.  It had quit right after Christmas.  I knew mother would not be happy with her baby being so neglected. So I inquired and today off I went to "Das tock tock Haus" with it. The mantle clock ,family-wise has a rather peculiar history. It belonged in the Dean House on Walnut Street when I (we) first saw it.  If I remember correctly when the last "Dean" died it came to Prospect Ave.  When mother died neither Velma nor Lila wanted it.  Ruth adopted it as soon as it was available and we've had it ever since.  Some yrs ago the ancient works wouldn't work. The old works were it!  Nothing was available.  So Ruth had it converted so the Westminister chimes are now available (when it works)..Ruth took the clock faithfully to an old gentleman in Pharr(He had a clock museum, remember, some of you)  To keep it in decent shape all those yrs.
The clock body was made in Bristol, Ct. sometime 1828-1834.

No extra charge!

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

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Hunting-"Eye Popper!"

Hunting doves and quail is at best "men at play".  Kind of tough on the doves and quail, but not nearly as destructive of life as the average chicken farmer. --and a lot more enjoyable! Dove hunting is an optimal way of getting exercise.  -- The best dove hunting is done from a rather stationary base with the doves flying overhead and the fetching at a minimum. With compatible partners it's very enjoyable, to say the least.  Nick, Bob and I were inveterate hunters of doves and quail.
Doves --and -- pigeons come in several sizes. In the Valley 5 varieties are extremely common.  There 3 types of ground doves--about the size of sparrows:  mourning doves,about the size of robins or small woodpeckers;  and white wings that are the size of large woodpeckers. Rarely seen are rock pigeons which are the size of the usual city pigeon; and band tailed pigeons which are the size of  small pheasants.
On the day in question we all set out in different directions  with John as a young teen staying near to the pickup.  Bob went South, Nick and John went a little to the East and I went West.
Usually here we stayed within 15 yards of a fence line -This site had no tank.  This time Bob spotted a bird and knocked it down,  --a band tailed pigeon, which amazed him as its size.  He put it in the truck bed and covered it with a small burlap sack.  Unbeknownst to him,  Nick had spotted him --from his brushy spot.
When we gathered at the truck, shortly,   Bob proudly said, "Let me show you what I got!"
The sack was flipped back, and  in all its glory was a deceased  tiny ground dove.  Bob with a baffled look was agape, -John and I wondered what was so special about this sparrow- sized ground dove  that Bob exhibited with such pride, and Nick just smiled. Bob wondered what had shrunk his special quarry, and was thoroughly confused.  After a few moments of dire confusion, Nick held forth.
 Nick's  explanation about the ground dove substitution for the monster "dove", opened the door to understanding and a good laugh was had by all!            And a memory was made!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Drive-Ins and Kids

"Drive-in theaters were a great thing for our large family.  We could get entertainment for the whole family for the price of parking the car.  Our family favorite popcorn was tucked away and consumed during the movies.  The first year after we arrived at "The Valley" we had 5 children and 2 adults, and "couldn't afford a pit to hiss in"as they used to say in Upstate New York , where Ruth and I grew up.  Strangely enough all doctors are not born with silver spoons in their mouths. --However Ruth and I were "depression kids" so the 'hardships" were not too bad for us.
When Corien was about 3 1/2  we went to a drive-in to see some fabulous movie.  The deal was that the older ones(all boys, it happened) were allowed to leave the car and be with a friend, or sit on one of the benches up by the refreshment center if they would behave.  The younger ones were to stay in the car except for toilet breaks.
After about three quarters of an hour there came an announcement over the speaker system:  " We have a little tow-headed girl who says her name is "Susie".  Come get her at the Refreshment stand, please."
"Tch, Tch some one's not looking after their little child." we thought.  After a few more minutes a second announcement came over the speaker.  --"What  shame!"   After a few more minutes came a third interruption.    " Oh,  Corien's been calling herself "Susie"  lately"-said one of the girls.   " Hmm, I'll check the Refreshment Stand, I  guess.", said yours truly. " Hmm! "  My next words were to a happy lass licking on an ice cream cone,:" Corien , come with me, if you're out of the car you should be with Paul or David, not alone! "   " Thank you very much for your time and patience, folks!"
Never happened again!  Lucky us! 
"By the way , don't be too verbally critical of parents!  You might be talking to yourself!"

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Kuhl Stuff-Contd.

Back in the old(hot) days (beforeAC) when we moved to "The Valley" we lived in houses built to catch the southeastern breezes which "came up" about 4 pm every day. The coolest houses faced east to catch that breeze.  Ours did!  That meant that double windows(screened) and  screened doors able to be opened wide, fans were at a premium, and baths were 1-2 per day! It also meant that few of the people fit the "overweight" problem of today's people. -- Too busy working and sweating  to allow the effects of the diet take hold,  or worry about the effects of the heat. !
Around Labor Day comes "White Wing Season" at which time the men (and rare women)ignore the heat and pursue the quest of shooting mourning doves and white wing doves.  It is a welcome break and fraught with new stories and encounters with the inveterate Cajun hunters of the swamps of  Louisiana. --And a few new stories of our own.
With"White Wing Season" comes cooler nights and cooler days. With the daily peaks reaching the high 80's , instead of the high 90s and the low 100s. -- Houses could be opened leaving the screens of the windows and doors at an earlier hour and freedom reigned!
One day in early October 1960-61 my good friend Dr S & I determined that our afternoons off coincided that day.   "Let's hunt doves!"  So to meet at our house at 2-or somewhat.
So I was topping off my "power nap" when Dr S knocked at the door gently(eager beaver). (He was the proud father of a pair of  relatively immobile chunky twins in contrast to our skinny kids).
Our 3 1/2 yr old answered the door without a word and climbed up the inside of the screen door to the wide-open mouth, aghast ,horrified face of friend Dr S.  Trembling with frustration and fear he was "struck dumb"  as our representative on the other side of the door climbed up and unhooked the door- and let him in as I appeared.
 He wasn't a very good shot that day. Don't know why!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Pre-Historic TV

About Aug-Sept 1930, Mother took me to the Canadian National Exposition in Toronto.  I had always been a great lover of parades, fairs and the like.  --So I'm sure she was sure that I'd be thrilled to pieces for certain.  --Actually, I don't remember anything about the "fair" part, but I do remember , foggily, my first TV. -- Perhaps my good Canadian relatives can investigate the actual times and dates better than my memory.
One of the largest department stores at that time in the world, was Eaton's (or Eaton, -----. and ---,s). The fascinating experience was my first television. --It's been about 80 years, so my memories are not as sharp as if it'd been yesterday.
I remember the studio was on the first or second floor and the receiving area was on the 6th or 7th floor. Oh, that elevator!  
The "picture" was essentially life-sized, but black and white, and the sound was  little "crackelly", like radio in those days. Needless to say I was really impressed. -- Those pictures talking like the radio sounded was really beyond imagination!
Too bad Mother isn't here to confirm or deny my memories!   I don't remember discussing the incident with her,   Probably it was completely beyond belief to me. (What's to discuss?) .


Sunday, July 31, 2011

Kuhl Stuff

Ours was a "sort of" athletic family.---One football player, 2 baseball players ,5-6 tennis players and 6-7 swimmers.  As a not too big physically "Gringo"family  we were well represented.  With high school and "club" athletes comes responsibility.
At one time we were volunteered to take 2 male tennis players from the Corpus Christi area overnight.
Corpus Christi is an average Texas city in many ways. Probably 15-20 % black, 60-70% Latin American and the remainder Anglo. "The Valley" where we lived had fewer than 200 blacks from Rio Grande City to Brownsville and Padre Island.  We were 85-90% Spanish surname, and the remainder Anglo minus 150, more or less.  No exposure to blacks in our little family!
To prevent "culture shock", the evening before the expected arrival of the guests, I gave a brief lecture.
" These boys are to be our guests, and if they are brown, black, white or other color, it is to make no difference, they are to be as our friends and good people".  No questions at that time.
However, the next morning John said to his brother,"I hope none of them are green!"
They weren't! They were like the most of the "Valleyites".-- Like my hunting buddies, Nicolas Garza and Roberto Vallejo, Latin Americans.