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Helen Marie Dahlke Among my childhood memories are the memories of crossing the field between our house and my grand-parent’s and having afternoon tea (coffee) with my grandma. I had half coffee and half milk in thimble size cups from my aunt’s tea set. That was the extent of my lifetime of coffee drinking. I enjoyed riding to town with my granddad in the spring wagon pulled by Ole Belle. Hitching posts were in the Stiefelmeyer block. Then there were the days he and Belle would pick me up in the wagon and we would go in the wooded area and load pinestraw onto the wagon. My job, well I didn’t weigh that much, but it was enough so that when I’d stomp on the straw it would pack it so that he could continue putting more on the load. I can remember a couple things a dime would buy – like a loaf of bread or a gallon of gas. Our grocery list was just staple items. Maybe 50 pound bag flour or sugar sometimes as Mother was always making homemade bread and rolls. With a garden we had canned goods including kraut. Raised our own beef, pork and chickens. Had delicious smoked meat from granddad’s smoke house. Then there was the well for water just out side the washhouse (at my grandparents). In the twenties my mother and her sister had another sister arrive. She was 10 when I was born so I always thought of her as a big sister. It was her tea set we would use for the “tea party”. My mother departed this earth at age 89. Her sister in Atlanta is nearing her 96th birthday. The other sister lives here in Cullman. At 81 she thinks nothing of taking her tractor and bushhogging areas she can’t get to with her lawnmower.
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