Moonshine

Elva Funk, Dolph's cousin interviewed and taped the conversation with Adolph (Dolph's dad)in 1989. This is taken from the typed copy...

Elva:  Moonshine, we were on the moonshine.

 Adolph:  "Oh, yeah.  Make a little moonshine.  Well, again, after it got started out Dad got a still fixed up.  We had to hide out with the dang thing.  They made some moonshine there at home in us boy's bedroom for a while.   And then we moved it up to a neighbor's place that they had moved out of (about 1/2 hour from our place.)  We went up there and run off several batches.  Then we went over to the Kurchers.  Each of us had our distillery."

 Elva:  "And the sheriff came out there one day?"

 Adolph:  "He came and knocked on the door and dad was gone.  We had the stuff brewing down next to the old barn right next to the side of the creek.  We'd been letting it go so dang long we just got careless.  We had the still down in the potato cellar.  The sheriff was working with Dad as Dad was on the school board    and that kind of stuff.  They got well acquainted and he was over at Roberts a lot of the time where they had contact.  He said that he had heard rumors and he was forced to come out and take a look.  I told him 'yes, go ahead, take a look.  As quickly as he moved out there and went toward the shed (used for a car garage), Mamie lighted out around the house the other way and down to the barn. There was a regular 40 gal. barrel filled up pretty well to the top with mash.  She just pushed it over.  There was nothing there when..."

 Elva:  "Wouldn't there have been an odor to some of that?"

 Adolph:  "Oh, hell yes!  He could have gathered some up, but...  He came in the house and looked around a little and there was a stovepipe going through into our bedroom.  He went and looked in there, but we had moved the still out of there. Anyhow he didn't do a very big job of trying to find it."

Another Lundholm Story as Adolph told it...

Adolph's dad, Sam had gotten a blackberry thorn in his finger. He had let it go and the finger eventually got gangrene in it and was extremely painful. He asked Adolph to take him from Sweet Home to the old hospital in the old Scroggin's house in Lebanon (about 13 miles). The road from Sweet Home was dirt. When the ruts were too deep and muddy, they just drove over a little further to miss them. The radiator of the old Model A had a hole in it and they kept having to stop to add water. Sam told Adolph to quit stopping...it didn't do any good because the radiator wouldn't hold water anyway! When after many hours they finally got to Lebanon, the doctor looked at Sam's finger. Said, 'Yes, he could take car of that.' Giving Sam a little bit of anesthetic, he had him put his finger on the table, took a nearby cleaver, and whacked his finger off.

More About The Lundholms Move to Mud Lake

This is what Adolph wrote and it always makes me laugh. Carl was Adolph's younger brother. If Carl was age six, Adolph would have been eight years old...

"I don't remember anything about the trip until we reached Market Lake, now Roberts. We had to get flour, sugar, potatoes, etc., as it would be a long trip with team and wagon for more groceries. They laid about four sacks of flour on a platform for us to pick up and Carl, then 6+, asked me to roll a sack of flour on his shoulder so he could take it to the wagon. I rolled it off and flattened him in the mud."

Reply to Karen's Comment...

I tried to post a comment to my own blog...and I lost it. If it shows up somewhere else, you'll know what happened. So now, I'll try again.

Granddad (Adolph) Lundholm went to work as a "temp" at the paper mill in Lebanon OR and worked there for the next 40 years. He worked in the "wood mill" where they made paper pulp. When Crown Zellerbach discontinued the wood mill, Adolph had seniority, so they "let" him shovel woodchips from a boxcar for the last five years of his work life! Maybe that is why he was so healthy.

Gr Granddad Sam expected his children to give him their paychecks. Shortly after May and Adolph were married, Sam came and asked them for money. May put an end to that...I'll bet he only asked once!

Cynthia Baily Lundholm

This is Dolph's grandmother, Cynthia. She was the daughter of a well to do sheep rancher. Sam, Dolph's grandfather, went to the Baily place to shear sheep, they met and married.

Adolph, Dolph's dad, wrote that "Sam was very capable and was able to do a great many things, but didn't stay with any of them very long". Cynthia's life was not an easy one.

With three small children, in about 1903, Sam sold their house near Blackfoot and bought land in the Mud Lake (near Rexburg) area. It was too late to move, so the family spent the winter in an old log hut, one large room, no sink, no furnishings, and water from a well 1/2 block away. To keep the cold out, they hung quilts up to keep the snow and the cold wind from blowing in. That winter all the kids got whooping cough.

In March, with the snow still on the ground, they loaded their stuff in a wagon and headed for Mud Lake, a distance of about 85-100 miles. According to Adolph, on the trip they saw in the distance, a wagon stuck in the road. Cynthia was afraid that it might be Indians, so Sam went to see. "On coming back, he said it was nothing, just Frank Livermore and Six Shooter Sal". The frost had melted and their wagon was sunk to the hubs. The Lundholms camped overnight and helped them get their wagon out.   More next week!

Other Sams

This is Dolph's grandfather, Samuel Nimrod Lundholm on his wedding day, 31 Dec 1897. He was 25 years old.

He was born on 9 Mar 1872 in Stockholm Sweden. His parents were converts to the LDS church in Sweden and emigrated to Salt Lake City, leaving Sweden in June of 1874 and arriving in Salt Lake the following July.

He died on 9 Nov 1960 in Sweet Home, Oregon and is buried in the IOOF Cemetery in Lebanon Oregon.

More about the Emmas and Sams soon. (I promise!)

Other Emmas

Yes, Karen, you are right. Dolph's Aunt Mamie was an Emma too. I looked for a picture of her...I know I have one (or more), but evidently it isn't scanned. I have been going through old slides of Adolph and May's and there are lots of nice family pictures. Now that I have my pictures, genealogy and scanner all in one place...and I've almost finished this odessy of selling, buying, selling and moving (just one garage sale (or maybe two) to go, I hope to do better at posting to this blog!

Other Emmas

This is my Aunt Emma...Emma Brudwick Kofoid. She was born in Westhope North Dakota on 5 May 1917 and married my Uncle John Kofoid (my Dad's brother) on 16 Oct 1935 when she was 18 years old. She is now 94 years old and lives in Bottineau North Dakota. She is the only family member of my Dad's generation who is still living. She is the mother of my cousins, Neola Garbe & Jim Kofoid.

This is my other Aunt Emma...Emma Kofoid Cram. She was my Dad's older sister. She was born on 15 Jun 1906 in Bottineau North Dakota. She married Orville Cram on 20 Mar 1944 in Portland and died on 11 Aug 1992 in The Dalles Oregon at age 86. She and Uncle Orville had no children. I will post more about this Aunt Emma later...............

More Uncle John and Marie

 This picture is of my Aunt Marie. She and Uncle John were married in Astoria Oregon on 19 April 1918. She is holding their first child, Charles. Charles was born on St. Patrick's Day and for years the family called him "Pat". I corresponded with him shortly before his death, and he remarked that I was the only one who remembered his nickname.

Aunt Beth Carlson introduced Uncle John to Aunt Marie. Aunt
Marie was her teacher and she told her teacher all about her brother John. When Uncle John came home she made sure that she met him. She said to her brother, "Isn't she pretty"? He said, "She has pretty teeth".

This is Uncle John and Marie in later years. They lived on a farm in Woodburn Oregon and sold produce. I spent a great deal of time with them when I was small. Since all my grandparents were deceased, I think of them as grandparents. Uncle John died on 25 Nov 1968 in Woodburn and is buried at the Bel Pasi Cemetery there. Aunt Marie married Fred Muller on 1 Mar 1971 in Salem and died 23 Jan 1985 in Salem. She also is Buried in the Bel Pasi Cemetery in Woodburn.

Uncle John and Aunt Marie

This is my mother's oldest brother, John Goldsmith Cornwell. He was born 2 Jan 1892 in Wichita Kansas. His parents were Chales B. Cornwell and Sarah Allen Cornwell. He was 20 years old when my mother, Alice, was born in 1912.

This is Uncle John in his army uniform.

Uncle John served in World War I. He was stationed at a Fort Columbia (on the Washington side) at the headwaters of the Columbia River. I remember going there with him, my folks, Dolph and Aunt Marie when Dolph and I were first married. In the Family Bible it says that he served 16 months in the Army and went to France on October 4, 1917.

More early Brown pictures

 This is Issac Watt Brown with his granddaughters, Anna and May (May is Dolph's mom). I got this picture from Dolph's Aunt Beth. Later I tried to borrow it again to get a better copy, but one of her children had taken it and couldn't find it. Sorry it's not a better picture. I think it is the only one of Issac.

Issac (Ike) was born 4 Aug 1844 in Palestine, Crawford, Illinois and died 7 Jan 1921 at the Old Soldier's Home in Roseburg, Oregon. He married Charlotte Kelly, born in 1851 (either in Canada or Wisconsin - depends on which census you look at) on 21 Jun 1868 in Leavenworth, Brown, Minnesota.  She died 7 Jul 1922 in Silverton, OR.  They had nine children. Dolph's grandfather, John, was the third child. In military papers dated 6 April 1915, Issac states that he doesn't know where Charlotte is and he hasn't lived with her for 20 years.

Dolph and I went to the Oregon State Archives in Salem and found Charlotte's death certificate. It stated that she was buried in the Bethany Cemetery in Silverton. We went to Silverton and (with friends) walked the cemetery and could not find her grave...although there were a number of graves marked "occupied". With some investigation, we found the following story...
In the 1930s, the Bethany Cemetery had been sold to one of the local undertakers. He, not liking the unevenness of the ground there, decided to smooth it out. In doing so, he made a map of the cemetery showing where each grave was placed. He then took up the stones and smoothed the ground. While this was being done, the map of the graveyard was lost. Thus the stones with no inscription and just the word "occupied. We just have to have faith that Charlotte is really there!
Karen, I think you will see the resemblance to the present day Browns...John, Betty, etc.

This picture looks like it was taken about the same time. This is Anna on the left, Oscar, and Dolph's mom, May. Oscar was born in 1902, Anna in 1905 & May in 1907 (all in Sweet Home, Oregon)

I can see that their personalities had already developed at that early age!



65 Years Later

This is John and Edith Belle Cleveland Brown (about 1957).  At that time they lived in Salem. Dolph and I lived in Salem then too, because I was going to business college. (Dolph worked in Albany). We visited them, but I don't remember the anniversary. There were some really BIG Brown reunions back in those days. I went to my first Brown reunion in 1957 (probably this an anniversary celebration) just before Dolph and I were married. Dolph's cousin Sarah tells me tha she asked me if I had ever seen so many people at a picnic before and I answered, "Well, I went to an Elks Picnic once!" She thought that was really funny!.

John and Edith Belle Brown

This is the wedding picture of Dolph's grandparents on his mother's side. Edith was 14 years old and John was 19. They had 13 children who lived to adulthood. (Dolph's cousin, Willard, says that there were others that died at birth, but I haven't found anything that substantiates that!) They had been married for 68 years when John died at age 86 on April 7, 1960 in Salem, Oregon. Edith died at age 87 in Lebanon, Oregon on September 7, 1965. They are both buried in West Salem. John was born on Jul 6, 1873 in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota and Edith was born on Oct 12, 1877 in Oakfield, Wisconsin.

The following was written by John about his family:

"My brother William was

born in May 6, 1869, Alex in Nov. 9, 1871, and your umble sire July 6, 1873,

and still they arrived. George 1875, Julius 1877, Zella 79, Lillian 1881, Molly

1886, Viola 1890." "I was married to Edith Bell Cleveland in July of 1892.

There was 13 children born to us, 9 sons and 4 daughters; all lived to grow to

manhood and womanhood, George being the first to go at 52 years of age...Our

chilren: Chester born 4 Dec 1893; Muriel, July 15, 1895; William, Aug. 4, 1897;

George Oct 31, 1899; Oscar Feb. 18, 1902; Anna Sept. 6, 1905; May July 17,

1907; Victor April 12, 1909; Beth Sept. 17, 1912; John, Jim Sept 21, 1913; Asa

Jan 18, 1916; Ivan May 23, 1919."

Happy Easter

Dolph and the Easter Bunny! I have his age listed on the back of the picture...but it is in Clarkston. I'm guessing about 3 years old.

Look Alikes?

On the right is Adolph Samuel Lundholm and on the left is Eric David Lundholm. Every time I see this picture of Adolph Samuel, (who is Eric's Great great grandfather) I am reminded of Eric. Do they look alike? What do you think?????

Aunt Beth & Uncle Ted (about 1960)

Adding a picture to my last post...

Elizabeth (Beth) Cornwell Carlson and Theodore (Ted) Carlson

 This is my mother's sister, Beth, with her husband, Ted, on their wedding day on 3 Jun 1925. They were married on her parent's farm near Kramer, North Dakota. I love the adoring look that she's giving Uncle Ted.  I knew Aunt Beth better than my other aunts, because she lived until 1997. We visited each other and corresponded for many years. I received much of my information about the Cornwell family from her. She was a nice person...always fun to be with. I asked her about her wedding and she wrote the following. I like putting her story with these pictures...

"Ted and I were married on the farm as it says, not in any town. We had no church at that time. None of our family had weddings. Marie went to Astoria Ore in 1919 where John was in military service camp. Royce and Kate were married in Rugby (by a judge, I think). Helen and Bill just picked a church, a pastor "out of the blue the congregational" in Minot. My "happened to be " boyfriend at the time, I was teaching near Eckman, stood up with them. Percy and Mary eloped, and Alice, you know, secret, double wedding. So I decided to have a wedding with just family and close friends--all the siblings were living near there. We had had SS and church a few years during my last grade school, in the school house a mile south of the farm & the pastor, Rev. McBain married us. It was a hilarious affair, ab't 3 pm June 3, 1925! Royce & Kate were late--it was supposed to be 2:00. The pastor and his wife from Botno br't my bouquet and wedding cake as we planned, when we contacted them. I don't know if the Rev. had ever married anyone before but we stood in front of the big north window facing the guests and with his back to them. John and Royce sat on the couch in front of the big south window and kept winking at us! Jessie Page was bridesmaid & Percy, best man. The bouquet, carnations, baby breath, ribbons cost $3.00. Ted had a carnation in his button hole. The wedding cake from the bakery cost $2.00. Ted paid for them and gave Rev. Mc. $10.00 which was a lot for then. We had a sumptuous lunch with Helen, Alice--Marie & Kate to help mama--chicken in buns, pickles, cupcakes, coffee, salad, lemonade and wedding cake. Dad was all smiles and even kissed the bride. There was so much kidding and laughing. Percy rescued our suitcases from being raided and they had a "just married sign" and lots of old shoes and junk clunking along from the bumper. Ted had a 1924 chev. coupe. We took them off as soon as we got to McLeans, a mile south. Ted had a new blue suit and my powder blue dress with long jacket trimmed with insertions of lace (cost $35 in Minot) & black pumps with gloves, silk black stockings cost $10.00 at Samuelsons, which is still in business. I still have them but had my dress dyed brown and made over during the depression. Forgot to say we got some nice wedding gifts. We drove to Rugby the first night, about 50 miles, at 22 miles an hour, possibly speeding up to 25. We put the car in the garage--no one ever left their precious cars out then, and went to the one big hotel. Then the shock! Every room was taken for a Royal Neighbor Insurance convention. They directed us to The Grill, a greasy spoon with rooms above. We paid the $1.00 and went up. There was a hall with rooms on both sides and no windows. As soon as we turned the light on the bedbugs started scooting in all directions on the ceiling. There was a funny smell and we figured they had put something on the mattresses to discourage them. We kept the light on all night and never opened our suitcase or went to bed. There was one chair and we both sat in that, or I sat on Ted's lap. It's good that I only weighed 100 lbs. People in other rooms had lights on and every once in a while we'd hear a thump, like the bug had got too close. it was awful, if it hadn't been funny! We were tired from the long day and really slept some but both developed headaches. We didn't ask for our $1.00 back. We drove to Grand Forks that day and had a nice room, $3.00, and a bathtub and we both really soaked. From there to Sark Center and spent the next day with Dad's sister, Aunt Ettie, who was matron of a girl's reform school. President Coolidge was speaking in Mpls. that night and Aunt E. said she was glad one Cornwell could say she had seen a President. We didn't care less and didn't go to hear him. There was the Norsk Centennial on in Mpls. and St. Paul and we had room trouble again. It was late when we found one...then to McGregor Minn for the last two weeks...we had such a good time, boating and fishing and I learned to swim. This is the first time I have written that all down and hope you survived reading it. I don't think Dolph should attempt it. I had a "knicker set',--blousy pants and jacket, I wore on the trip. I had oxfords with wide soles and when we left I found a bedbug squeezed in close to the shoe.

This is a picture of the Cornwell family on the same day. I've had these pictures for years, but never connected that this one was taken at Aunt Beth's wedding.
Back row: Uncle Royce & Aunt Kate Cornwell, Uncle Bill Raftery, Uncle Ted and Aunt Beth Carlson, Sarah (Birdis) and Charles (my grandparents) Cornwell.
Middle Row: Aunt Marie and Uncle John Cornwell, Alice Cornwell (my mother), Aunt Helen Raftery, Uncle Percy Cornwell.
Front Row: Byrl and Darrell Cornwell (Royce's boys), Charles (Pat) Cornwell (John's boy) and Allen Cornwell (Royce's boy). (I think!)

My cousin, Charles (Pat) was 5 years old, and this is what he remembered about the wedding...

"I was there and remember it well--Took place in "front" room on the family farm. I had a ringside seat on the floor in living room. Uncle Royce made Beth cry--I thought (underlined) because he acted silly and made funny faces at her during the ceremony. I was impressed because they painted the house and everything in it. Aunt Alice painted all the kitchen chairs and cupboards--grey with bright red trim. They wouldn't let me sit on or touch anything. When they told me not to sit on the sofa--I asked if it was painted too and they said "yes" but I didn't believe them. Never told anyone about this event before. Love, Pat"

Flapper!

This is my mom and my Uncle Percy taken in the late 1920s. Mom was 17 in 1929. Uncle Percy was 7 years older.

My Mom and Dad



This is my mom and dad, Alice and Elmer Kofoid. It was probably taken about 1932 when they were first married. (I think I have dates on the original pictures, but didn't add them to the scanned pictures)

Love my Dad's haircut! I wonder if my Aunt Emma did the haircutting for her brothers!

Just Married?

I think this picture was taken in 1928 when May and Adolph were newly weds. They were married on August 25, 1928 when Adolph was 27 and May was 21.

Adolph never changed much. He always looked about the same age.

May, Dolph and Adolph Lundholm

This is Dolph with his mom and dad, May and Adolph. It was taken about 1946 when Dolph was a freshman in high school.

May was born in Sweet Home Oregon on July 17, 1907. Adolph was born on August 29, 1900 in Oakley Idaho. Dolph came along on January 5, 1932 in Lebanon, Oregon. I have been trying to remember how they met...I think there was some land dealing between the Browns and the Lundholms (who had moved from Hamer Idaho to the Sweet Home area). Dolph thinks that Adolph went with his dad to see the Browns about "something" and his mother and dad met then. This is a lesson for you...ask questions before everyone who knows the answers is gone!

May had 12 brothers and sisters and Adolph had six. I'll get to the family stories on some later post.

 Dolph helped me with this post…and he wrote “Mom was a school teacher and started her teaching career in Agnes, a one room school in a community so remote she had to get there by boat.” (Agnes is 20+ miles up the Rogue River from Gold Beach Oregon…there is now a road!) “She lived there with a local family, since she was a single woman. She taught in several other one room country schools, then in Waterloo (7 miles from Lebanon) and in Sweet Home Jr. High School. She retired after teaching seventh grade in the Lebanon School System for many years.”  Dolph's mom was a good teacher, but she struck fear into the hearts of many of the kids who were entering her classes. She demanded the best work that the student was able to give. We still hear comments from people who were her students and they almost always end with, "I really liked her. She was a good teacher"

May had really beautiful dark brown hair and brown eyes. When Karen was little, she said to May, "Grandma, you have such pretty eyes...just like Bella's". Bella was our Airedale! After Dolph was born, May couldn't have more children and she absolutely doted on Karen, which was probably lucky. She wouldn't have thought this was so cute coming from someone else.

May passed away on January 29, 1972 in Eugene Oregon at age 64 from heart problems.

Adolph worked his adult life at Crown Zellerbach paper mill in Lebanon and retired from that job. Adolph was a great story teller and an all around nice guy. An example of one of Adolph’s stories.

Dolph was a little boy and it was summer time with the windows open. It was evening and he was in bed. He heard a “sort of a whistling noise” outside his window. He called his mom and asked her what it was. Well, May didn’t know, so she called Adolph. He came in and listened and said “Oh, that’s nothing to worry about…that’s a Mileormore Bird”.  Dolph said, “What’s a Milormore Bird”. His dad replied, “That’s just a bird that’s sitting over there on the fence. He whistles through his butt and you can hear him for a mile-or- more”!!!!

One of Dolph's cousins interviewed Adolph when he was about 90 years old. In later blogs I will add some of his stories that he told.  Adolph died on October 6, 1991 in Lebanon from causes of old age.

Wow!

Thank you for the encouragement...I wasn't sure anyone would want to read this.

Karen asked about learning to light the gas stove. My mom was teaching at Sandridge (about 6 miles out of Lebanon Oregon). She taught all eight grades in a one room school. We lived in a 30' trailer. The people that owned the farm next to the school house let us park the trailer on their property...about 50 yards from the schoolhouse. My dad had built a garage sized building next to the trailer (we called it "the shack") and we used it for sleeping and the trailer for our kitchen. The trailer had a small gas range that used Butane (a close relative of Propane). We must have eaten a lot of potatoes, because I remember peeling a lot of them. I guess my parents decided that if I could peel potatoes, I could learn to cook them too. The first hurdle was striking the match! That was scary enough. I definitely wasn't cut out for arson...but with much practice, I finally could light a wooden match without dropping it. Next was the really terrifying part...to light the gas stove. I had to light the match, then turn on the gas and wait for the "POOF"when the gas reached the burner and ignited. Needless to say, I still dropped the match, but on top of the stove.  I was scared to death of getting burned...but that didn't happen until I was in a high school chemistry class. My lab partner turned on the Bunsen Burner and waited to light it...It definitely went "POOF" and singed my bangs and eyebrows.
He thought it was terribly funny. I never did like him!!!!!

Mom, Dad & Me

This is my mom, Alice Birdis Cornwell, and my dad, Elmer Oakland Kofoid. Mom was born in April 1912 and Dad was born in December 1907.  I was about 5 or 6 when this picture was taken (about 1943). My parents were married on February 6, 1932 in North Dakota. My mother taught in a rural school near Bottineau and met my dad when she  boarded with the Kofoids. Since only single women were hired as teachers, they were married secretly. She continued to teach until the end of the school year. During the depression, they moved to Oregon because three of my mom's brothers had moved there. They did some farming, worked in the cannery and picked hops (among other things). Dad got work in the paper mill in Oregon City. I was born in Oregon City in December of 1937. While he was emplyed at the paper mill, he went to night school to learn to be a carpenter. This was his life-long occupation. He built several houses in Lebanon (Oregon), but mostly worked for others doing finish work. After I started school, mom returned to teaching and taught elementary school until she reached retirement age in 1975. In February 1977, at age 64, she suffered a stroke brought on by a blood infection and died on April 15th. My dad lived until December 1991 when he died of  lung cancer.

I have only good memories of my childhood. I don't think that as an "only child" I was spoiled. My parents were not prone to spending money on things we didn't need. I learned to work at an early age. I can remember the trauma of learning to light the gas stove when I was in the second grade so that I could  put potatoes on to cook before my parents got home from work. I started working in the fields before I was in the first grade picking tomatoes. My mom was then the row boss and that is how she kept an eye on me. I continued to work in the fields each summer (until I got out of high school)  picking strawberries, raspberries, beans, cherries, walnuts and filberts. This is how I earned money for school clothes. Working the in fields gave me an education that I would have never received from any other place!

Looking at this picture, I remember that my mom always kept my thick, blond  hair curled. There is a family story that when I was about 4,  my mom "lost" me in the dress department of a store. When she found me, I was standing in front of a three-way mirror saying, "My, you have such beautiful hair". So much for humility!