As I Remember



Reminiscences of and for the Family

Of course we went to church every Sunday. When G'pa Gutbrod wanted to marry his beloved Anna Maria Theresia there was no Lutheran Church in Sheridan. They met in the Congregational Church with the minister down from Sherwood on Sunday afternoons to conduct the service. G'pa wanted to be married in a LUTHERAN church so he started the wheels turning. They were married on January 27th, 1896, but not in that church-- I think the church wasn't finished until 1902 or 1904-- he just couldn't wait that long! Don't know exactly when they were married, but their Marriage Certificate (in German) hangs on the dining room wall. They made their first home at Waldersee (the certificate from the state of Oregon for that farm name was issued in 1911 and is in one of the Family Photo Albums). With her parents, Carl Pfeiffer (step-father) and her husband, Christina (Knapp was her mother's maiden name) Schultz Pfeiffer lived in the house we always called the Daniels Place next door, to the east of Waldersee. As a young girl, Anna Marie (they called her Annie) worked as a chief cook at the Bush House in Salem. G'ma Brandt and I much later visited rather regularly at the home of Antonia Byrne ("Tonnie"), who was G'Ma Annie's best friend. Tonnie said she was the cook's helper and the two of them managed the kitchen in that huge house. But they quit the Bush Family and went to another (I wish I could remember who) because the Bushes were too stingy. Tonnie said G'ma Annie could never get over having to cook vegetable peelings and save every little scrap. They were careful about things on the farm, not to the point of such excess!


Mom made all our dresses as I was in grade school. Dodi and I were dressed as twins until I took off for high school. She loved to sew and created beautiful things-- even heavy coats with cute little hats to match. I do remember one outfit she sent to the mail-order catalog for-- a vee-necked sleeveless top and a pair of bloomers. We thought we were the very thing in those outfits. But I always managed to get a rip or a bad stain on mine long before Dodi ever did and managed to look like the scruffy big sister. One time Mom got carried away with a patter she thought looked so chic-- it was a big circle skirt and the underpants (every dress when we were in early grade school had matching underpants) were sewed into the waist of the dress. You can imagine wrestling onesself into and out of that creation. In exasperation I finally ripped it to death long before it had legally worn out. We always thought Mom was wonderful for making allof those clothes. One day, however, Clara Williams, a neighbor just up the road, picked us up as we were walking home and said rather sniffily, "Your Mom makes all your clothers, doesn't she?" in a tone that indicated disapproval. We debated all the way down the fir lane as to whether we should report that to Mom. We did, naturally, and there ensued another of those long talks about values, other people's and ours...


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