My great grandmother. Her husband, Fred, had the title, but Hazel was the farmer.
By the time my memories begin she was quite elderly. I remember her as loving, stern and always in the middle of things. She seemed to be always "there" when one of her descendants got out of line. She waddled when she walked and her stockings were always rolled down to just above her hemline.
Going through the archived newspapers opened my eyes to what a power house of a woman she must have been in her youth.
The paper is filled with articles such as "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new barn for her" and "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new chicken coop for all the new chicks she also ordered".
Grandma was the school cook for many years and hostess for the weekly farm bureau meetings. This meant she prepared dinner once a week at home for around 30 people. Can you imagine serving a dinner party of 30 once a week? I suppose she didn't notice much as it would seem someone was always visiting for dinner at the Beck home.
Grandma also attended classes consistently through the years and wrote articles regularly on "latest farming techniques" for the local paper.
Like I said, Fred might of owned the tractor but Hazel drove it.
When grandma died the funeral procession to the cemetery went out past the old farmhouse one last time. Grandpa insisted the hearse drive through part of a pasture. He explained, they followed the original road used when he brought his bride home the first time.
By the time my memories begin she was quite elderly. I remember her as loving, stern and always in the middle of things. She seemed to be always "there" when one of her descendants got out of line. She waddled when she walked and her stockings were always rolled down to just above her hemline.
Going through the archived newspapers opened my eyes to what a power house of a woman she must have been in her youth.
The paper is filled with articles such as "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new barn for her" and "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new chicken coop for all the new chicks she also ordered".
Grandma was the school cook for many years and hostess for the weekly farm bureau meetings. This meant she prepared dinner once a week at home for around 30 people. Can you imagine serving a dinner party of 30 once a week? I suppose she didn't notice much as it would seem someone was always visiting for dinner at the Beck home.
Grandma also attended classes consistently through the years and wrote articles regularly on "latest farming techniques" for the local paper.
Like I said, Fred might of owned the tractor but Hazel drove it.
When grandma died the funeral procession to the cemetery went out past the old farmhouse one last time. Grandpa insisted the hearse drive through part of a pasture. He explained, they followed the original road used when he brought his bride home the first time.
My great grandmother. Her husband, Fred, had the title, but Hazel was the farmer.
By the time my memories begin she was quite elderly. I remember her as loving, stern and always in the middle of things. She seemed to be always "there" when one of her descendants got out of line. She waddled when she walked and her stockings were always rolled down to just above her hemline.
Going through the archived newspapers opened my eyes to what a power house of a woman she must have been in her youth.
The paper is filled with articles such as "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new barn for her" and "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new chicken coop for all the new chicks she also ordered".
Grandma was the school cook for many years and hostess for the weekly farm bureau meetings. This meant she prepared dinner once a week at home for around 30 people. Can you imagine serving a dinner party of 30 once a week? I suppose she didn't notice much as it would seem someone was always visiting for dinner at the Beck home.
Grandma also attended classes consistently through the years and wrote articles regularly on "latest farming techniques" for the local paper.
Like I said, Fred might of owned the tractor but Hazel drove it.
When grandma died the funeral procession to the cemetery went out past the old farmhouse one last time. Grandpa insisted the hearse drive through part of a pasture. He explained, they followed the original road used when he brought his bride home the first time.
By the time my memories begin she was quite elderly. I remember her as loving, stern and always in the middle of things. She seemed to be always "there" when one of her descendants got out of line. She waddled when she walked and her stockings were always rolled down to just above her hemline.
Going through the archived newspapers opened my eyes to what a power house of a woman she must have been in her youth.
The paper is filled with articles such as "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new barn for her" and "Hazel has ordered a stack of lumber for Fred to build a new chicken coop for all the new chicks she also ordered".
Grandma was the school cook for many years and hostess for the weekly farm bureau meetings. This meant she prepared dinner once a week at home for around 30 people. Can you imagine serving a dinner party of 30 once a week? I suppose she didn't notice much as it would seem someone was always visiting for dinner at the Beck home.
Grandma also attended classes consistently through the years and wrote articles regularly on "latest farming techniques" for the local paper.
Like I said, Fred might of owned the tractor but Hazel drove it.
When grandma died the funeral procession to the cemetery went out past the old farmhouse one last time. Grandpa insisted the hearse drive through part of a pasture. He explained, they followed the original road used when he brought his bride home the first time.
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