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Karen, Spring of 1962

I've finally got my pictures, computer and scanner all in one place!!!

This is Karen at about 14 month's old. We were living in Eugene on Bell Avenue. I made her top. I think it was about the first of many things I sewed for her. These pictures are from slides that her Grandma May or Grandpa Adolph took.

Sailor Guy!

Dolph joined the Navy in 1952. He attended the Naval School of Music in Washington DC. Before he graduated, he was sent to the USS Yorktown (an aircraft carrier) for their band. As Dolph tells it..."They needed a trumpet player real bad, and I was real bad, so they sent me". Actually he was a very good trumpet player.

 The year before and the year after we were married, he played in a dance band. We spent many Friday and Saturday nights in (smokey, boozey) Elk's Clubs where the band was booked. We would then drive back to Lebanon in the middle of the night. I can remember trying to see the side of the road driving back across the mountains in the fog! The guys in the band kept asking us when we were going to get married and we would always tell them that we didn't have money for the license. We told them that one too many times and one night they took up a collection and gave me the money! We used it to buy the license. We got married on a Friday afternoon and went to the coast on our honeymoon. The band was playing in Florence that weekend and they couldn't find a trumpet player to replace Dolph. They told him that if he would play, they would pay for our motel room on Saturday night. We were so broke that we took their offer...we spent one  night of our three day honeymoon at the Elks Club. The band booked the "honeymoon suite" at the Paddock Motel in Yachats for us. The "honeymoon suite" consisted of a table, some chairs and a bed that was draped with some old curtains. It looked pretty good at night but lacked a lot in the light of day.

While Dolph was in the Navy he spent two years at sea off the coast of Korea and Japan. He was also stationed in Norfolk Virginia. I like this picture of him in the coolie hat and kimono.

Getting Ready For The Big Day!

Dolph, getting ready for church (at 5:30 am), the day before the Oregon/Wisconsin Rose Bowl Game. Can't guess who he wants to win!

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."