October - December 2012, Publication #19
From jack-o-lanterns to turkeys to Santa Claus. Three holidays that ask us to simply take time to pause from all that seems to be so wrong in the world today, to have a little fun, to give thanks and yes, even to pray. Hobgoblins, ghosts and witches make for a fun Halloween. Children with trick or treat bags make quite a scene as down the sidewalk they scurry, the next house to attack hoping more goodies to add to their trick or treat sack. Then the turkey comes strutting onto the November stage with witches, ghosts and hobgoblins no longer the rage. ‘Tis a time for giving thanks like the Pilgrims did before, to cheer for our favorite team as another touchdown they score. Hardly has the table been cleared and leftovers put away, when Advent begins and we look forward to Christmas Day. We run ourselves ragged gift shopping for just the right things, but let’s not forget the Gift that the birth of Jesus brings. The gifts we receive and the gifts we give to those we love are only symbols of the gift we have received from above. Ghosts, turkeys and even good ole Saint Nick are okay, but the birth of Jesus is the best gift, a gift that’s here to stay!
Have a joyous and Blessed HOLIDAY SEASON 1
“ You are never too old to set another goal or dream or new dream.” Les Brown
Don Vogel (January 10, 1934 - July 22, 2012) According to the Westminster Catechism, “Man’s chief and highest end is to glorify God, and fully to enjoy Him forever.” Don Vogel earnestly lived his life to this end and now continues to enjoy God forever. Born to Jacob & Martha (Fahrenbruch) Vogel on January 10, 1934, Don spent the first part of his life in the rumble seat of his parent’s Chrysler Roadster along with the goat that provided the milk Don needed to sustain his life. The doctor recommended goat’s milk to help Don survive and so his parents took the goat with them whenever they traveled. Is this why Don ended up with such enviable curly hair? Originally settling in Longmont, Colorado where Don was born in a farm house, Jacob and Martha moved to the farm in Prospect Valley in 1939. By this time Don was joined by brothers Jim and Ken. Brother Tim came along later and finally, sister Martha Anne joined the family on the farm in Prospect Valley. After graduating from Prospect Valley High School, Don began his farming career on a 160 acre farm in the Valley. In 1956 he was drafted into the U.S. Army and had to spend two years away from the farm. Upon his return he met Ruby Brinkman while attending church in Denver, Colorado. They were married on December 27, 1959 in Denver. They settled into their home on the farm just east of Prospect Valley and began their family with daughter Jeanette and son, Donny. Don enjoyed working with the youth through the organization Campus Life and spent many hours counseling and witnessing Christ’s love and forgiveness to them. Whether it was at their home on the farm, or on a trip to the mountains, Don delighted in all kinds of activities with the kids. He had a reputation, even as a young boy, for pulling fun-filled pranks on others, especially his brothers, Jim, Ken and Tim who were always on the alert when Don was around. Wonder if God appreciates good natured pranks?! Don loved life, particularly when it involved being with others, and he was a most generous soul, especially when it came to sharing his famous “fire balls.” A gentle giant was Don with a size 16 shoe and the physical strength from hard work on the farm. He met hardship with the same faith he lived and shared with so many. Floods, drought and dust storms only strengthened his faith in the God he glorified. Even losing his farm in 1987 and having to move into town didn’t dampen his faith in his Lord. He served as a jailor at the Weld County jail in Greeley for 11 years and used this opportunity (and his physical size and his “fire balls”) to witness Christ’s love to those incarcerated for various crimes. Gifted with a wonderful tenor singing voice, Don blessed so many with his songs of faith and love, accompanied on the piano by his life’s partner and devoted wife, Ruby. Together they provided music for weddings, funerals and other events and sang in many choirs. Don’s love of a wide variety of music, especially Christian music, is evidenced by his vast collection of LP’s, tapes and CD’s. The Heavenly Choir is now blessed with another beautiful tenor voice. (Hope they like “fire balls” in Heaven because I’m sure Don took a pocketful with him). Sing on, Don Vogel, sing on! Ruby, Jeanette and Dan Sisson, Donny and Christine, Alex and Kori Vogel, your family members who remain here on earth will be listening. Your siblings Annie, Jim, Ken and Tim, all of us will miss you, even your pranks, Don. But because of Christ’s promise, we can look forward to seeing you again in God’s great eternal home.
Pictures of a Vogel Family gathering after the memorial service for Don in Greeley.
Sad News to Report AL Becker Albert D. Becker, 86, passed away on Sunday, June 3, at MeadowView assisted living facility, where he had lived for the last 2 ½ years. He was born on April 22, 1926 at Brush, CO to Elizabeth (Schmer) and David Becker, who were first-generation Germans from Russia. The family moved to the Keenesburg area in 1935 and to Prospect Valley in 1940, where Albert attended Prospect Valley High School. He was drafted before completing his senior year of high school, entering the Army on November 28, 1944. He served as company clerk and typist for nearly a year and a half in various units at the Infantry Replacement Training Center, Camp Fannin, TX, and at the Armored School, Ft. Knox, KY, and was honorably discharged on August 12, 1946. He married Esther Baumgartner on February 6, 1945 in Tyler, Texas. He began farming in 1952 and farmed in the Prospect Valley area for approximately 50 years, raising sugar beets, pinto beans, barley, corn, wheat, sunflowers, and other crops, winning numerous awards as a High Ten sugar beet producer and a top barley grower for Coors. He was also a realtor for several years, specializing in agricultural properties, and served on the Weld County Selective Service Board from 1970-75. He enjoyed many fishing, hunting and camping trips with his family. After his retirement from farming in 1991, he and Esther traveled all over the world, including Europe, Australia, Alaska, Hawaii and Mexico. They were members of the North 40 Motorhome club and traveled to all 50 states with this group. In 2005 he received his high school diploma from Weld Central High School, 61 years after being drafted out of high school to serve in World War II, receiving a standing ovation from a crowd of 1,000 people and 98 fellow members of the graduating class. He was a member, trustee and deacon of the Zoar Congregational Church in Prospect Valley and served at various times as a member of the Board of the Roggen Farmer’s Elevator Association and Consumer Oil Co. and was a member of the Brighton Elks Lodge. After moving to Greeley, Albert and Esther belonged to St. Paul’s Congregational Church and the Evans Senior Center where they continued many old friendships and made numerous new friends. In October 2009 they moved to MeadowView assisted living facility in Greeley and celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary there in 2010. Albert is survived by his wife, Esther Becker; his son, Dennis Becker, and his wife Earlene, of Littleton, CO; his daughter, Vicki Walter, and her husband Kieth, of Aurora, CO.; he is also survived by three grandchildren: Eric Becker of Denver, CO, Amy Becker of Denver, and Melissa Walter of Aurora. Albert was preceded in death by his parents, David and Elizabeth Becker; and by his brother, Raymond Becker.
Diane Jean Goble, 80, of Greeley, CO died July 6, 2012 in Greeley after a brief illness. She was born in Greeley on April 12, 1932 to John Mitzel and Martha (Zimbelman) Mitzel. Diane graduated from Prospect Valley High School in 1949 and married her high school sweetheart, Jack Goble, in a garden wedding on June 26, 1953 at the Mitzel farm in Prospect Valley. After a brief stay in San Antonio, Texas while Jack was serving in the U.S. Air Force, they moved to the farm in Prospect Valley where they farmed in partnership with Diane's parents and raised their family. They retired to Greeley in 2001. Diane was a dedicated wife and mother, helping and encouraging all her children and grandkids through school activities, 4-H, scouts, FFA, SE Weld Jr. Fair and Rodeo, and school sports. There was always a warm welcome and a wonderful meal in Diane's home. Many of Diane's children's friends knew her as "Mom." All the grandchildren looked forward to "Grandma Cookies" and "Grandma Dinner Rolls." Diane is survived by her husband, Jack of Greeley; children, Kirk (Sally) of Greeley, Craig (Ginny) of Sacramento, CA, Kevin of Loveland, Christi (Troy) of Eckley, CO; eleven grandchildren, eight great grandchildren; and Darla Goble, Denise Carlson, and Tim Furnish. A funeral service was held at 2:00 p.m. Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at First Church of the Nazarene, 2515 West 16th Street, Greeley. Interment was at Sunset Memorial Gardens.
Jack’s message on Facebook, “Hello Friends. My loving wife Diane passed away peacefully last night after a brief unexpected illness. We will be making arrangements soon. She will be remembered fondly by family and friends. Thanks so much for your kind condolences”.
Sad News To Report Charlie Lott Charles Dean Lott, 79 of Greeley, died on Saturday, April 28, 2012, at Bonell Good Samaritan Community, Greeley. He was born March 19, 1933, in Greeley to William E. Sr. and Alice M. (Johnson) Lott. He grew up on farms in the Greeley area and in Prospect Valley. From 1953 to 1955 he served in the U.S. Army. On June 7, 1953, he married Nadine Rutt. They were divorced in 1981. They farmed in Prospect Valley and in the Eaton and Galeton areas before moving to Yuma, Colorado, in 1969 where he raised primarily sugar beets, corn, and beans. He was a director of the National Sugar Beet Growers Association for two terms and high grower for four years. He was an innovative farmer and was featured in Through the Leaves magazine for raising and mechanically thinning 1000 acres of sugar beets. In Yuma he also obtained his real estate license and worked with his wife in her real estate office. In 1980 he moved full-time to Phoenix, Arizona, where he owned race horses. He earned his thoroughbred horse training license and raced horses through 1989. He was employed for several years as a maintenance engineer in Mesa, Arizona, until he sustained a traumatic head injury in a fall in December 2000. In 2002 he moved to Bonell Community in Greeley to be near family. Survivors are two sons, Kent D. “Doug” Lott of Hillrose, Colorado, and Kurt D. Lott and wife Jane of Castaic, California; one brother, Gerald Lott of Greeley; three sisters, Mary Ann Murray of Grass Valley, California, Dorothy Firestien of Greeley, and Linda Law of Sun City West, Arizona; four grandsons, Jason and wife Mindy, Jamey, Michael, and Lance Lott; and four great-grandsons, McKenzie, Bradley, Jason Jr., and Dylan Lott. His parents, brother William E. Lott Jr., sister, Shirley Fitch, and former wife Nadine Elson are deceased .
Dorothy Sargent Penston Dorothy, 1939 ~ 2012 72, passed away quietly on Saturday, April 28, 2012. She is survived by David, her loving husband of 53 years; her children, Duane Penston, Donna (Jim) Albus; grandchildren, Mekel (Mike) Carrier, Cam (Justin) Maag, Nick Albus, Tyler Albus and great grandchildren, Dylan and Kaytlin. She is preceded in death by her daughter Deborah Lincoln. Visitation, Thursday, 4-6 pm; service Friday, 9 am, with committal to follow all at Olinger Crown Hill, W. 29th and Wadsworth. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to National Spinal Cord Injury Association, 7520 Astoria Blvd., Jackson Heights, NY 11370
Grace Gibson Grace D. Gibson of Denver, 94, preceded in death by her husband Melvin A. Gibson passed away June 3, 2012. Mother of Bill and Gary (Lisa), Judy (Byron) Cook and Kathy Duncan; eight grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren. Memorial service will be held Monday, June 11th at 10 a.m. in the Fairmount Little Ivy Chapel with reception to follow at Fairmount. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Colorado Alzheimer’s Association, Denver Hospice or the charity of your choice.
"Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again." William Shakespeare 4
MEMORIES FROM THE VILLAGE by Dorothy Davis Green During the years, people have often asked me what it was like growing up in a small farming community. I would often tell how we had no Post Office and no streets but, we lived among a wonderful group of likewise people. One day I decided to see what Mr. Webster had to say about our type of community. According to Webster, we qualified as a “Village.” We were a group of houses and stores in the country, smaller than a town. The Davis family settled on a farm the first of 1941. Our farm house faced the road and the farmland was in back of the houses and stores. Going down the road towards the stores were the Davis’, the Tegtmans, the Smiths, and the Goulds. We had so much fun with the Tegtman kids, often spent many a summer night playing hide & seek. On a farm there was always something to do and trees and buildings to climb on. Joan and I often ran out to play when one of our Mother’s would call for us to get in the house and do some work. We did have some spats but always made up and continued to be good friends. We never saw much of Mr. Smith, due to poor health. However, One day one of the Tegtman boys told Mother that one of our chickens had gotten in the Smith’s back yard, Mr. Smith caught the chicken, gave it a good wringing on the neck. The chicken ended up on the Smiths dinner table. Not long afterward, Mrs. Smith came knocking on our door and nervously rubbing a few coins together in her pocket, in her heavy English accent, she explained what had happened to the chicken and wanted to pay for it. Mother refused her coins and told Mrs. Smith not to worry about it. Mrs. Smith was a frequent drop in at our house, and while talking to Mother one day mentioned she needed a hair cut and a perm. Immediately, Ruby Dell became her hairdresser. Every Saturday she would come bouncing in our kitchen with a towel over her wet hair and leaving well taken care of. When Ruby Dell married, I was assigned to do Mrs. Smith’s hair; I had a very sparse resume for my new job. I had cut Marcella’s hair when she was in the Second Grade. She had long thick hair and Mother kept it in long curls. I had heard about “tapering” your hair, and thought that would be a great idea for Marcella. The evening came when Marcella would get the haircut of her life. Mother and Daddy had gone to the barn to milk the cows so I knew I would have plenty of time to give Marcella the “tapered look”. Starting at the side curls. I cut the curl close to her head and then made each curl a little longer leaving the center back curl the length as it was. When my parents came in the kitchen and took one look at Marcella’s hair, I was not greeted by a “Happy Mother” In fact it was quite the opposite. So a few years later, I became Mrs. Smith’s hair dresser. Mother expressed confidence that I could do it and gave me a few pointers and guidance. My price was 25cents for a cut & set and 50 cents for a Toni. I must admit there were a few butcher jobs. After, I outgrew my job, Marcella took it over and she did such a good job that she became a hair dresser after graduation and worked at it until she became employed by IBM. She often reminded me of the haircut I gave her and said it was payback time. Then there were the Gould’s, Mr. Gould owned the Blacksmith shop. Mrs. Gould had a lovely yard, with many flowers, and she spent a lot of time working in her yard. She always wore a dress with long bloomers while working in the yard, and showed them off while bending over. When any of our family walked past her yard while she was working, we would go home and say, “Mrs. Gould took my picture.” This meant that Mrs. Gould’s bloomers were showing. Then there was the Peltz brothers, Joe and Ray, they owned the grocery store and the Meat Market. When we as kids were fortunate enough to have a nickel or dime we immediately went to the grocery store and bought what we called a smoothie. (Ice cream on a stick). CONTINUED NEXT PAGE
(Memories From The Village continued) I also remember a man who had a garage, opposite the Gouldâ€™s Blacksmith Shop, his face was always dirty and he had a few large red dogs. A good question here is does anyone remember this mans name? We saw some changes take place in the village, a couple businesses came in and some homes were built. We also had 2 churches. The village began to spread out and the empty spaces began to fill in with new people settling in and making their contribution to the village. Memories of the village have always given us lots of laughs. We had our challenges and went through what some might call hardships, but the Village was a good character builder. We would not trade those experiences for anything.
The History of the Southeast Weld County Fair The Southeast Weld County Fair is celebrating its 90th year this August. From its humble beginnings, it has grown into an annual celebration. Established as a non-profit organization with the State of Colorado ini 1939, the original name of the association was the Keenesburg Fair Association. The founding Board of Directors consisted of Geo. W. Cooper, N.A. Pippin, G.C. Ohmstede, L.I. Barger, and R.L.Martin. The original intent of the founders of the Southeast Weld County Fair Association was to â€œEstablish and conduct county and district fairs, exhibits, experimental grounds, facilities for demonstrations in agriculture, displays of agricultural, dairying, livestock, and poultry products, and household arts; to provide places for the exhibition of agricultural and industrial products, machinery, and improvements of agricultural and domestic arts and sciences; to give premiums for displays; generally to encourage better practices and products of farming, industry, and household arts; to provide and assist in the holding of expositions, fairs, and enterprises for improving the quality and yield of farm products, manufactured goods and merchandise, and the attractiveness of farm life; and to furnish means and facilities for community gatherings, sports, races, contests of skill and amusements. In 1952 the name of the association was changed to the Southeast weld Junior Fair Association. Today the association consists of 31 members, including some ancestors of the original founders. The Southeast Weld County Junior Fair Association is the only independently-operated fair in Colorado, with no monies received from either county or state funding. The association relies on ad sales from the fair book, raffle monies, and generous donations received from the community to put on a four day event each August for the community. Their main focus is to provide a venue for the 4-H and FFA youth to show and compete in their respective areas. They also provide the community with rodeos, a parade, and barbecue for their enjoyment. The association could not complete this tremendous task with the hard work put in by the association members and their families. It takes a lot of different skills to put on an event of the magnitude of the SEWCF. Community volunteers also contribute to ensuring that the fair comes off smoothly â€“ from the 4-H volunteers who help with weigh-ins and project judging on Thursday to the Chamber of Commerce members who serve the barbecue on Saturday. Without their help, the fair would not be a success each year. (Send your memories of the Fair for the next Newsletter.) Picture above, Grand Marshalls Vernon and Evelyn Cooksey in the SE Weld County Fair parade in Keenesburg. Vernon attended Prospect Valley School with the Class of 1958. Story from the Lost Creek Guide 6
Pictures of the Fair:
JOY KELLER VITGENOS CELEBRATES 85th BIRTHDAY By Carrol Belcher
Surprise, Surprise, Surprise – Gomer Pyle style – is the greeting Joy Keller Vitgenos received when she walked into the restaurant on March 24th, two days before her actual birthday. This special surprise was hosted by daughter Carrol, niece Mona and husband Ed, and son Stanley and wife Susan. Among those attending were Joy’s sister Melba and husband Dave, neighbors from 60 years ago Mark and Norma Match and friends she had known from her job in the trucking industry. And many nieces and nephews also attended. The first time she had seen the next special guest, was when this person was 12 days old. As a teenager, Joy had babysat Marilyn Sargent Haffner and her two brothers. The years have rolled by and they remain close friends today. Several special people in Joy’s life were unable to attend. Among those were her sister, Omega (Beda) Powers of Panama City, FL, her son Bernie Belcher and wife Lori of R.I. and daughter Norma K. LaClair who lives in North Carolina. One special person in Joy’s life, who was unable to attend, was a lady she had attended Daily Vacation Bible School with her in 1931. This was held in the Old Red Brick Building that sets on the hill in Prospect Valley. This special lady was Esther Baumgartner Becker. Greetings were received from many different states. Joy wanted to warn everyone who has a family that likes to pull pranks to “be careful what you wish for”. As the gifts were being opened she noticed a large nicely wrapped gift. Everyone was anxious to see what the “special” gift held inside. Well you can guess from now until the cows come home and probably never hit the nail on the head. Inside were two 50 pound bags of good ole farm produced Steer Manure. Joy had mentioned to her family that she needed to get some fertilizer for her rose garden and flower bed. Well, she got what she asked for and it was not the pink commercial stuff. Everyone enjoyed this and had a good laugh. After the sharing of lunch, memories and laughter, Joy thanked everyone and said “WHEEEE, turning 85 isn’t so bad.
Joy & Marilyn
Joy’s Children Stan Belcher & Carrol Belcher.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ― H. Jackson Brown Jr 7
Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hello alumni and former classmates of Prospect Valley School. Another year has passed and many changes has taken place in the lives of our Prospect Valley School Family. Many people have lost loved ones and friends this year. Let us all remember the good memories of each and everyone of our members that have passed away this year. As we approach this Holiday Season let us reflect on the true meaning of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Let us rejoice and be happy for all the good things in life we have enjoyed and will enjoy in the future. We all share a common bond as members of the PVS Family. When one suffers a loss we all feel and share the pain. Reunion Committee
Larry & Mary Kayâ€™s Alaskan Fishing Trip
George & Marcella - Hiking Arizona
I just had a neat experience this afternoon, August, 2011.. About 2:00 my phone rings and there was no name on the caller id. This male voice said, "Hi Marilyn, do you like krautburgers"? I replied, "I love them". He then invited me to meet him at the neat little "Lauerkraut Burger" place in Brighton. I know the girl who owns it. She went to BHS. Anyway, back to my story. I yelled downstairs to my son, Brad that I was meeting someone for lunch, but didn't know who. Then I get the lecture of "is it safe, are you sure you will be ok?" Love the role reversal. HA HA HA When I arrived at the restaurant sitting at the table with lunch, was Roy Betz. It was so great seeing him and visiting . I haven't seen him since about 92-93. I am so glad my personality allows me to do things on the spur of the moment. I think that is why I enjoy life and get to do fun things. ha ha ha We laughed about the district basketball tournament, when we took 1st place in '58. All the head cheerleaders were asked to present the trophies and the 3rd and 2nd place captains got kissed by the head cheerleader. When they announced PV as the champions, Coach Turner asked me to go ahead and present the trophy because we didn't have a head cheerleader. Well, I looked at Roy and thought "go for it, Marilyn." We still laugh about that trophy and the "presentation". Marilyn
Fall Memories of Prospect Valley I thought about Prospect Valley today, Memories and images that wouldn’t go away. But I really didn’t want them to disappear, Even those that to my eyes brought a tear. I remembered the sounds and smells of fall And brisk afternoons when we played football. Corn chopped and packed in the ensilage pit, Hay wagon rides on a chilly night that was star lit.
Mr. & Mrs. Kenneth Pierson
The sounds of tractors and trucks I remember still Harvesting beets before the first snowfall’s chill. Out in the field came the smell of dirt and beet tops As farmers toiled long days to harvest their crops.
Carolyn Mitzel Stolle
The air was crisp and fresh and the sky ever so blue, I close my eyes and the memory is there so true. Prospect Valley back in those years of my youth Was a wonderful place, and that is simply the truth. Patsy Huwa Bowen 9
Rich & Patty Huwa
Prospect Valley The following article was taken from the 1991 revised edition of Fifty Years and More. Compiled by the Weld Central High School Writing Local History Class.
Prospect Valley was settled later than both Keenesburg and Hudson. It had no railroad to attract settlers. However, it did have some of the richest farm land in Colorado. The actual settlement of Prospect Valley occurred earlier than the town itself. The town did not begin until around 1918 or 1920. When some of the settlers began to arrive, almost all of the valley was planted in alfalfa by the original settlers. In fact, as far as could be seen between Keenesburg and Prospect, there was alfalfa. There was not an appreciable amount of cattle grazing in the valley, especially after settlers began moving into the area. The main reason for this was because the land was fertile. This area began to thrive after the Henrylyn Irrigation System was installed. Prospect Valley may have benefited most from the irrigation system. In later years, irrigation wells were dug to supplant the irrigation water. The town of Prospect is purported to be directly above an underground lake. This lake surfaces on the Cuykendall Ranch north of Prospect in several places. However, this situation was conductive to irrigation wells. In fact, one story relates that in several of the lakes around Prospect, the water seems to disappear. It is believed that this water runs underground into that particular lake. Whenever there is extra water in the Henrylyn System, it is run into these surfaces lakes to refill the underground lakes. Because of all the irrigation water in the Prospect Valley, farmers began raising sugar beets, corn and hay. Eventually, beets became the cash crop of the valley and in 1925, a railroad spur line was installed between Prospect and Keenesburg. It was subsidized by the Great Western Sugar Company and was used to transport beets to the main line. One of the first businesses in Prospect was run by Mr. KcKeely. It was a grocery store located in the building which today houses the Prospect Pub. Claude Owens owned and operated the first blacksmith’s shop which was located where Eisenbarth’s is today. Ed McCraly owned a hardware store and he obtained much of his steel from a man who came up from Pueblo at different intervals. Andy Krauss opened the first garage, but it burned down shortly after he built it. Loyd Bilsend then built another garage which he operated for in several years. Prospect, like Keenesburg, had a dance hall and skating rink. However, coal lanterns were used for lighting and one night it caught fire and burned down. Another of the businesses was a blacksmith’s shop run by Mr. Knox, who lived in Keenesburg. Prospect has never been a large town. It was built mainly as a convenience center for the area residents so that they did not have to travel into Keenesburg every time they needed supplies. One of the most important features of Prospect Valley was the digging of irrigation wells. This is what allowed the farmers to develop Prospect Valley into one of the riches farm areas in the state.
Celeste Martinez Garduno, Class of 56 Just received word that Henry (Celeste’s husband) recently passed away. Our sincere sympathy goes out to the family.
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We’re Celebrating 50 Years! Camp La Foret is a church camp in the Black Forest north of Colorado Springs, Colorado. It was the summer of 1956 when Doreen and I met while attending camp there. After the Friday evening vesper services in the old chapel, I had the good fortune of getting to walk Doreen back to Ponderosa Lodge where she and some of the other girls were staying. It was a romantic evening walking along the path through the forest with only the moon light to guide our way. Doreen gave me her contact information and we started dating when we returned to our respective homes after church camp. We dated for a total of 6 years and were engaged during the last 3 years of our courtship. So, while we celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary on August 19, we have actually known each other for 56 years! Doreen grew up on a farm near Windsor, Colo. with 5 brothers and 1 sister. I was raised on a farm some 40 miles away in Prospect Valley, Colo. along with 3 brothers and 1 sister. Doreen attended St. Paul’s German Congregational Church in Greeley and I attended Zoar German Congregational Church in Prospect Valley. We were married at St. Paul’s on August 19, 1962. We had at least three things in common: we both grew up on sugar beet farms; we both were members of German Congregational Churches; and, we both come from the ancestry of the Germans from Russian. How could we not stay together for 50 years! You know the old saying, “You can always tell a German, but you can’t tell them much.” Doreen graduated from Colorado College of Education (now University of Northern Colorado) in Greeley with a degree in Home Economics and Child Development. After our wedding we lived in Arvada, Colo., where Doreen taught at Arvada H.S. I “donated” some time to the US Army, then worked a night shift at Sigman Meat Co. while trying to finish a degree at the Univ. of Colo. in Boulder. Our four children were born during the 9 years we lived in Arvada. I accepted a job with the State of Nevada and we moved to Reno in December of 1971 We have lived here ever since. Doreen earned her Masters Degree in Social Work and then worked for the State of Nevada as a clinical social worker in an Adolescent Treatment Center for 27 ½ years. I worked for the State mostly in the field of disabilities for 33 ½ years. We both retired in 2004 and wouldn’t have it any other way! Now we get to enjoy our adult children and their families, including 8 grand children. It has been an adventurous, marvelous, wonderful, exciting, eventful, challenging, growing, happy, and fulfilling 50 years!
Sad News To Report Agnes Marie Evers (April 11, 1921 - September 19, 2012) Agnes Marie Evers, 91, of Roggen, Colorado passed away on September 19, 2012 at the Tribute Homes Assisted Living facility in Wiggins, Colorado. Agnes was born in Garden Plain, Kansas to Joseph and Anna (Zwicke) Linnebur on April 11, 1921. She married John Evers in Roggen, Colorado on October 30, 1939. They farmed southeast of Roggen where Agnes continued to live out her life for 73 years. Agnes was a member of Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Roggen and served her church in the Altar and Rosary Society there. In later years she was a member of Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church in Wiggins. Agnes is survived by her two brothers, Earl (Helen) Linnebur and Ivan (Alma) Linnebur of Roggen. Four daughters, Barbara (Charlie) Wagner of Tempe, Arizona, Joan (John) Wilson of Franktown, Colorado, Jean (Bob) Suer of Peoria, Arizona, and Mary (Don) Reed of Henderson, Nevada, 11 grandchildren, 10 great grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews. Agnes was preceded in death by her parents, her husband John who died July 7, 1988, and her sister Eileen Weibert who died April 20, 2010. 11
Memorable Trip! George Davis
Uhrich & Reichert Cousins Jan 1960 Floyd Reichert, Connie Boosinger, Candie Dixon, Louise Reichert, Bob Boosinger holding Gerald Uhrich, Bruce Uhrich, Marvin Reichert, Cathie Dixon, Sheryl Uhrich and Dwight Uhrich in front with Connie Giambrocco, Candis Dixon Schey, Sheryl Uhrich and Robert Boosinger.
Marcella and I stopped by PV last Spring when enroute to Iowa. Thanks to Marilyn and Pat for their quick planning. We all enjoyed lunch and conversation at the Pepper Pod. We even talked about a possible PVS Cruise! George
I have been on an amazing trip and experienced a series of life changing events. Iâ€™ve met people I only heard about but never had the opportunity to meet personally. In some cases I came across people who were a complete surprise to me. This trip took me to places I only read about in history and geography books. The trip took me to various locations starting in Arizona. Then it continued to Colorado, Kansas, Texas, Oklahoma, Iowa, Kentucky, Maryland, Virginia, the New England area, and across the Atlantic to England to include Gloucester, London and then to Wales. I met people in Wales in the areas of Denbighshire, Llangynhafa, Cefn-llys, Radnorshire, Anglesey and Montgomery shire. I even met a guy in Wales who claimed to be my 27th great grandfather, what a guy! The trip was long but exhilarating. The people were most enjoyable! Truly, a memorable trip! I met people from all walks of life from farmers, teachers, lawyers, politicians, school teachers, military men, adventurers, and an honest to goodness sea captain transporting emigrants in hopes of finding new opportunities. There were entrepreneurs, and people with titles, people of means and some as poor as church mice. They were all adventurers, inquisitive people, pilgrims and later patriots. I learned to appreciate their dreams, successes, struggles and failures. Their concerns for a better life and their continual efforts to make a real difference now becomes more apparent. I even met a citizen soldier named Charles Davis who fought in the Revolutionary War who truly made a difference. Many whom I met lived during the time of settling, building and forming this great nation. They served their country with pride and honor in many capacities. They all endured personal sacrifice and celebrated great victories. Amazing people, strong people, people of principle and integrity. It gave me new insight to the human soul and the personal sacrifices people will go through to pass on a better life for the next generation. This experience gave me a new perspective and appreciation for the values our founding fathers set forth in the Declaration of Independence and Constitution. You see, I have been deeply engrossed in my familyâ€™s genealogy.