Monday, July 31, 2017

Genealogy!

I'm addicted.  I go through starts and stops, looking for data and photos.   My project over the summer has been to put stories and descriptions to the photos of us growing up.  Because a photo has little meaning if you don't give it some perspective, something people can relate to!  This is a photo of  Emma Pape Beckman.

And with all the technology these days, all the things being digitized, you just never know what you're going to find when you search out something.

My latest?  My great grandfather traveled to America in 1882 with his sister.  I was always told her name was Anna.  Turns out, it's Emma!  And after some trial and error and hours of research, I finally found that she decided she was going to be a part of this great nation.  She got herself a claim of land in "Dutch Point"  North Dakota.  (Later to be Nelson County, then Tolna).  She married the man who's land bordered hers.  But I also found a description of life on that prairie!
Emma Pape came to America and to Grand Forks with her uncle, Fred Forrester, in 1882. There her uncle started the first meat market in that new town with a Mr. Dobmeyer.   With uncounted acres of "free land" on every side the young woman, Emma Pape, soon staked out a claim on what was known as "Dutch Point".   She met the conditions of a strange land and reacted as did all the pioneers who stuck to their land.  In the following year, 1885, Emma was married to Charles Beckman whose homestead joined hers.

Their honeymoon was a train trip from Grand Forks to Michigan, from which point Charles walked to his pre-emption, returning the next day with a yoke of oxen and a new wagon to take his bride to their prairie home.   They were destined to live their for four decades.   Their house was a 10 by 10 shack.   They proved 320 acres of land on the spot where the present farmstead now is located.

After a few months in the tiny shack, the Beckman's built a 12 by 18 home on the line between their two claims.   This seemed luxurious after living in the small quarters where bedding and other things had to be put outside each day to make room for the daily activities.   The furniture in the first home consisted of one wooden bedstead, a second hand dresser, cook stove, and two chairs.   The carpenter who built the 12 by 18 house also built a table and some shelves, and also a bench.

Now... can you imagine?  Living in a 10x10 shack?  The two of you. Yikes!  And even their home being 12x18, and raising five kids in there.  Granted, it doesn't say but after a convo with my mom, I'm betting this new home had a sleeping loft for the kids!  Spring, Summer, Fall, you can spend a lot of time outdoors, but winter in North Dakota!??  Brrrrr!!!!   All 7 people holed up .... Yep, I'd have me a bad case of cabin fever in just a few days!

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Bad Dreams!

Quite the dream:

I was called in to work.  And while I knew it was my BigBox store, it had the feel of a Goodwill store.  I was called in to clean up a mess left by Elvis.  It was evening, but he came back to work.  We were going back and forth with the work load, and I was doing my best to avoid him.  He asked me something, I gave him a short answer, and when I took something to a different department, he followed.

Related imageHe was holding me at gunpoint.  I was on my back, the gun pointed at my belly.  And I was talking at him, trying to talk my way out of this whole situation, talk him down. But he was a bit wild; his attention would wander and he'd wave the gun around.   Management was refusing to do anything with him.

Trying to avoid him, I moved to a different area of the store, working in the children's clothing dept.  His attention redirected, I found an opportunity to run!


When I finally got away from him, running and hiding behind and around racks of clothing, I headed toward the back, where there were long hallways with doors.  Each door was a room used for housing homeless women.  I tried to hide in one of the rooms where two women were trying on long sweater dresses.  I left the room and headed down the hallway only to find a locked door.  At the window, I knocked, trying to get someone's attention.  It didn't do any good.

As with all weirded out dreams, this one didn't have an ending.  But it spooked me enough that I turned on the TV and couldn't get back to sleep for nearly two hours.

Interpretations:

  • To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may be feeling victimized in some situation.

  • Dreaming of being in a hallway may reflect transitions in waking life that are uncertain, difficult, scary, or dangerous.

  • A locked door can be a symbol of goals out of reach or of gossip behind your back.   A locked door may reflect your own unwillingness to open up to others or possible anti-social behavior.



Obviously, I have issues with Elvis.
And may be just a little bit afraid of what he may be capable of?