Happy Birthday Hattie!!

Now there’s a name you don’t hear too much anymore, Hattie, in this case short for Henrietta, my Grandma Buelow who, if she was still with us, would be 121 years old today. She passed away at age 85 and played an important role here at Her Father’s Homestead. She came as a young bride in 1907 when she married my grandfather, Henry Buelow. That’s right Henrietta Jantz married Henry Buelow, as you can see in their wedding invitation;
wedding invitation, Grandma and Grandpa Buelow

Hattie's wedding invitation

and that’s where I first saw her referred to as Hattie. She came to the Homestead and built a life here, raised ten children, seven boys and three girls, all born in this wonderful old house I call home. She lived here until she passed away, cared for in her later years by her son, my Uncle Elmer and his wife, my favorite Auntie Arlene, well known to readers of this blog.
We saw Grandma often, as on any given Sunday we’d drive to what my Dad called The Farm, the place he grew up along with his brothers and sisters, the children of Her Father’s Homestead and the place we visited with those aunts, uncles and cousins, because this was where Grandma lived. So many memories… A white-haired Grandma, saying grace in German and smiling; I remember her smile just like you see in the picture in the barnyard with my Grandpa, who passed away long before I was born.
Grandma and Grandpa Buelow

Hattie's happy

That photo is a bit unusual for its time in that it shows what’s today called a public display of affection – Grandpa has his arm around her, she’s snuggled into him and is holding his hand and she’s smiling. In the background of that photo, you see her brother-in-law, the gentleman with the hat and also her son, my Uncle Elmer, twin of Alfred, who’s birthdays would be tomorrow, both passed on. So many memories… The last photo, again a smiling Grandma, in front of what I believe may be the lilac tree at the corner of the house where I live. So many memories… Grandma's smile
I said a long time ago that this old Homestead of mine would tell a story, herstory, I called it. And that it has, the story of Her Father’s Homestead told through my eyes with gratitude for the women who came before me – the great grandmother I didn’t know, Grandma Buelow, Auntie Arlene and now me. Happy birthday, Hattie! So many memories…


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