Move Over Der Bingo! And It’s a Bad Day When…

In my last post I commented on the fact that Bing Crosby had been singing for a long time about going “Home for the Holidays.” After recently listening to some holiday music, however, I stand corrected. I believe it was Perry Como who had the most popular recording of that nostalgic tune!

On a totally different subject, have you ever noticed you can always tell when it’s going to be a bad day, shortly after you’ve thrown back the covers and put your feet on the cold floor? Like today, for example, four things happened to get my day started with a groan. Aside from the fact that I woke up at 5:30 a.m. (before I really wanted to) feeling stiffer than normal and achy all over – which is par for the course, considering I suffer from lupus, fibromyalgia, arthritis, and degenerative disc disease – the morning started out wrong with a succession of frustrating incidents.

With a cup of fresh-brewed coffee in hand – thanks to my helpful husband – I wanted to check my email for a response to something I’d sent yesterday. I was able to get into AOL, but when I clicked on the messages, nothing happened. I had to reboot.

Number two: As I attempted to move my abundant Christmas cactus plant, two large appendages broke off, leaving it looking a bit sad and forlorn. 

Number three: The fire in the living room woodstove had almost died out. Mr. Firestarter was in the shower, so I thought I’d attempt to get it blazing again. Picking up the box of matches, I opened it upset down, and of course, nearly 50 wooden match sticks flew in all directions across the floor.

Number four: Stinging, burning, painful, debilitating soap suds somehow managed to find their way into the corner of my left eye as I was washing my face, sending me scrambling for artificial tears eyedrops. I still haven’t recovered, and will be walking around all day looking like I’ve already started celebrating New Year’s!

These are but minor mishaps  compared to larger world problems, and I’m confident things will improve as the day goes on – hopefully! Unless it snows six inches…

Home For the Holidays

  

 

Oh Holy Night, the Stars are Brightly Shining…

It’s Christmas Eve! 

 MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Bing Crosby has been crooning it for decades, and we all know there’s no place like home for the holidays!

But again this year, we won’t be going “home,” choosing instead to travel south a few days after Christmas Day.  Although we’re spending the day quietly here in Boonville by ourselves, we’ll celebrate New Year’s Day with family in York and Adams Counties, Pennsylvania.

Because we won’t  be celebrating Christmas with kids and grandkids until then, we haven’t done much shopping! Nor has there been the usual flurry of activities (which is one of the reasons we chose to postpone the traveling). So, thankfully,  the stress level has been lower this year. But, if you’re feeling a bit stressed by all the holiday hustle and bustle, here’s a prayer I’d like to share:

 ”Let the significance of Christmas never be dwarfed by the manifold activities of the festive season, nor the worries and perplexing cares rob me of my Christmas joy.”

Actually, it’s part of a Prayer for Christmas Eve,  from the Lutheran Book of Prayer, published in 1951.  Something to think about! Instead of stressing yourself to the max trying to accomplish the impossible, take a deep breath and calm down. And remember the real reason we celebrate Christmas!  And have yourself a Merry Christmas.

Click below for an enjoyable website  that will really put you in the Christmas spirit (you have to click on the left-hand Play icon). Enjoy!

Music Box website.

To Tree or Not to Tree

Once again, the countdown to Christmas Day has begun!

And once again, I’ve opted out of that age-old German tradition of decorating a Christmas tree.

There is just not enough room in our tiny camp in the woods to put up even a small tree. And because we live in the woods, many people have thought over the years that our obvious choice would have been to  put up a  real, live tree.  Wrong!  We nixed that tradition many years ago while still living in the Syracuse area. I know – there’s nothing quite like the smell of  pine. Call me a Scrooge, but the whole ritual of putting up a live tree is also a lot of work.  If  we want to inhale the scent of pine trees, all we need  do is step outside our front door on any warm summer day.

Since I couldn’t even get to the Christmas decorations last year because of my October 2008 neck surgery, we gave away our faithful old artificial tree.  I’m hoping that this year it will bring someone else happiness, as it had for us for many years.

The view from our kitchen window

All that being said, you might be surprised to hear that instead of  putting up one Christmas tree, we’ve put up two! Two tiny ones that are designed for outdoor use (see photo above).  But they work inside, as well. They’re too small to hang  most ornaments on,  but the best part is – they already have bright, tiny white lights attached.  I love the way they sparkle  and glow, and we leave them on all day long when we’re home. And here’s another nice thing.  I can still put my wooden nativity figures (which my daughter gave me a long time ago)  around the tiny trees. Which proves that  you don’t  need a large coniferous  tree to observe  Christmas.

I’ve gotten out many of my favorite ornaments and hung them on some (artificial) garland strung around the doorway between our dining area and living room. Others I’ve placed on the windowsills or hung wherever I could. None of our  tree ornaments are ordinary. They’re treasures that we’ve  collected in our travels over the years,  our grandchildren have made, or that  friends have given us, so each one has a unique  history.

The point of this narrative is : Christmas joy is not dependent on how many decorations you hang or where you hang them! Or how much you spend shopping. Christmas is first and foremost the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ!

Schmuck & Druck!

When I saw this photo, I just knew I  had to include it on this blog!  Thanks go out to Patti S.  Stirk,  who took the picture  during  a recent visit to Berlin.  She emailed it to my sister, Bobbi Druck Kehr, who forwarded the photo  to me.  Bobbi wrote that Patti and another running friend had gone  to the World Track and Field meet to take some photos, and she thought I’d enjoy this one.    

    

We had quite a dialogue about the meaning of the word Schmuck, but for the purposes of this blog, we’ll just say it’s a German surname. As a matter of fact, when we lived in Lower Windsor Township in York County, we lived on Schmuck Road, across from a farmer, Mr. Schmuck and his wife.    

Maybe you’ve  heard someone who is stupid or a jerk called a “schmuck,” which is originally from the Jewish. But it’s usually pronounced “smuck” almost like Smucker’s jellies.     

On the other hand, Schmuck  (schmook - rhymes with took), in German supposedly refers to jewelry, trinket or a brooch, and it is  not related to the Yiddish word, the origin of which is considered obscene!    

Here’s what Wikipedia said:    

Schmuck is a surname.  Of German origin, it means jewel or jewelry. The name is commonly seen on signs and billboards in Germany and Austria related to the merchandising of precious jewelry. The Schmuck family name has been traced to the birth of Christian von Schmuck in 1370. In 1624, an Armorial Patent, or Coat of Arms, was granted at Rattenberg by Archduke Leopold V of Austria.    

There are other associated surname variations throughout Central Europe, as Hungary and Romania, including spelling variations of Szmuk in these countries.    

Thanks again to Patti for allowing me to use the photo.

More on Growing up Gwich’in

When I last wrote, I mentioned that I had just received a copy of a book by Velma Wallis: Raising Ourselves, A Gwich’in Coming of Age Story from the Yukon River. It was such an interesting story, I finished it a day or so later.  Of course, the book was only 212 pages long, which made it easy to read quickly!

The sixth of thirteen children, the author writes about growing up in Fort Yukon, Alaska, in the sixties. She writes in a simplistic style, but one that keeps the reader hooked. She describes her world in such a colorful way, that I could picture myself right there, in the snow and the mud, riding on a sled across the frozen lake, by the fire at her campsite, or walking along the road in her dingy neighborhood.  Her life was not an easy one, but she’s persistent and she survives, despite the constant threat of alcoholism, drug addidction, poverty, and discrimination. Here’s a line from the cover of the book: ”Velma Wallis tells a kick-ass story of growing up Gwich’in.  If you want to know the truth about being Indian in a White-dominated world, read this book.” (Quoted from Duncan Sings-Alone, Cherokee storyteller, author of “Sprinting Backwards.”)  I guess I’d have to concur with this statement, because the author bares  her soul in this honest memoir of growing up with little parental supervision. It often focuses on the stark reality of “living off the land” and the continual fear of physical abuse.

As  I wrote earlier, I was interested in Velma’s story, because I had learned there were native people in the area of which she writes who bear the surname Druck. The author’s descriptions of the geography were much as I expected, having previously done a good bit of research online. What I didn’t expect was the predominance of alcoholism, which according to Ms. Wallis, is rampant among the Gwich’in people. But, in a way, it ties in with my discovering  the obituary of Chester Joseph Druck. He died after being struck in Fairbanks by a hit-and-run driver, who was later arrested for drunken driving.

Although the author maintains a website, the only way to contact her personally is by writing to her physical address. I fully intend to do so, to ask whether she can help me learn more about the Druck family in Fort Yukon. From the many survivors listed in Chester’s obituary, it appears he came from a large family. After reading Velma’s story, though, apparently large families were the norm. I firmly believe there is a connection to our York County Drucks for several reasons, but I won’t elaborate on that at the moment.

A Gwich’in Story

I was excited today to receive a small package in the mail. It was a book I had ordered. I know, I know….I told myself: No more books! Not until I had sold or given away enough to clear some room on my shelves. But when I learned of this book, I just had to order it! 

 Why, you might ask, would I be interested in reading ”Raising Ourselves, A Gwich’in Coming of Age Story from the Yukon River,” by Velma Wallis?

Well, after my family history book was published last year, I continued to research the Druck name. It was a surprise to learn that there are  members of a Gwich’in tribe in the Yukon Territory who bear the name Druck. Many of them, in fact. Here’s some of what I included in an addendum I wrote  for my “George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008″:

While searching for Druck obituaries online, I learned that Chester Joseph Druck, 57, of Fairbanks, succumbed on 15 December 2006, after being injured earlier in a hit-and-run accident.

Chester was born in Fort Yukon, Alaska, a village of about 600 inhabitants that sits along the Yukon River at its junction with the Porcupine River, some 145 miles northeast of Fairbanks and about 400 air miles northeast of Anchorage. A son of Joe and Leah Druck, he attended high school at the Chilaco Indian School in Oklahoma. He served in the U.S. Army in the 1970s, and was stationed in Germany.  

According to his obituary in the Fairbanks Daily News, “Chester had a passion for living the subsistence way of life among his Gwichin people of the Yukon Flats.” The Gwichin are one of the “First Nation” tribes in the Yukon. “First Nation” is a term that has replaced “Indian,” much like our term, “Native American.”

The Gwichin people live in the northernmost part of the territory, one of the oldest settled areas of North America. Because of the remoteness of the area, their main source of livelihood is working for the growing First Nation government, but many residents still rely on trapping, hunting, and fishing.

Mainly because of the names of his father and brothers, I’ve concluded that Chester could be a descendant of the original York County Druck family, and perhaps a descendant of one of the family members who relocated to Ohio or Indiana. He was preceded in death by his father, Joe Druck Sr.; brothers, Johnny, Raymond, Mason, Gerald, Michael, and Abraham Druck; and sisters, Rebecca and Susan Druck. Most of these names are York County family names. Chester was survived by his mother, Leah Druck; a sister and brother-in-law; two sons and a daughter; two brothers and a sister-in-law, and “many relatives in Alaska and Canada and the Lower 48.”  He was laid to rest in Chalkyitsik on Saturday, December 23, 2006.  

Just like Chester Druck, author Velma Wallis was born in remote Fort Yukon, Alaska.  Velma tells the story of growing up in a “raw, unsettled aftermath of a cultural invasion of her village on the Yukon River.” Here’s a line from the book’s back cover:  “This is a riveting account of Gwich’in village life, revealing peril and hardship as well as innocence and mysticism.” For more about Velma and her books, log on to www.VelmaWallis.com

I’m eager to read about their culture and the story of the Gwich’in people. Perhaps it will shed some light on how Chester Joseph Druck – and the others in his family - lived in the Yukon. I’ll keep you posted on what I learn. 

Site of America’s First Thanksgiving Day?

We all know the story of the Pilgrims and the mythical 1621 First Thanksgiving, but another important Thanksgiving observance occurred in December 1777, while the Continental Congress was meeting in York, Pennsylvania. 

During the 1700s, the individual colonies often observed days of thanksgiving throughout the year. Instead of the lavish feast associated with today’s celebration, however, the colonial Thanksgiving Day was a day set aside for fasting and prayer. Later in the 18th century, states sometimes designated a day of thanksgiving to celebrate the adoption of a state constitution, an exceptionally bountiful crop, or a military victory, such as the surrender of British General Burgoyne at Saratoga.

Colonial Court House, now on W. Market Street, York.

A nationwide day of prayer and thanksgiving on December 18, 1777, commemorated this patriot victory. It was the first Thanksgiving Day designated by the new government.

 Since the delegates had by then signed the Articles of Confederation declaring the colonies as the United States of America, it’s the reason that York, Pennsylvania, often claims to be the site of America’s first Thanksgiving Day.

President George Washington signed the first official Thanksgiving Day proclamation in 1789. The decree set aside Thursday, November 26, as “A Day of Publick Thanksgiving and Prayer,” which was “to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many. . .favors of Almighty God.”  What a coincidence that 220 years later, in 2009, Thanksgiving Day also fell onThursday,  November 26!

President Abraham Lincoln issued a proclamation in 1863, declaring the fourth Tuesday of November as a national holiday. In 1939, President Franklin D. Roosevelt moved the holiday to the third Thursday of November (to extend the Christmas shopping season and boost the economy). In 1941, he changed it again to the fourth Thursday in November, where it stands today.

It’s More Than Just A Turkey Day!

These guys are lucky they didn't end up on someone's dinner table!

It’s hard to belive that Thanksgiving Day is nearly here.

Has it really been a  year ago that I sat here updating this blog, recuperating from surgery to repair my damaged cervical vertebra? Sometimes it seems as though just  a few weeks have passed; but maybe that’s because the stubborn incision on the back of my neck has  refused to heal. Nevertheless, I have so much to be thankful for!

As Thanksgiving approaches, it’s a good time for all of us to reflect on what  we’re thankful for. Oh, sure, Thanksgiving Day is a wonderful 0pportunity for families and friends to gather, maybe play some board games, take a walk, watch football. And of course, most of us will overeat, stuffing ourselves with delectable delicacies, available only on these rare occasions.

But the real purpose of Thanksgiving Day is to pause and give thanks.

Most of us in America  live bountiful lives.  Beyond the basics, such as food, clothing, and shelter, we Americans often take for granted our freedoms; freedoms for which our forefathers fought and died, and freedoms that our military today continues to defend.

Many of us have had – at one time or another – financial, health, or family problems. But if you have a roof over your head, clothes to wear, and food on your table, you can be grateful. It may be just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but you’re not starving to death, as are many children in Africa and other third-world countries. Or even those who live in our country’s slums.

People who live in shelters for the homeless can be thankful they’re not freezing to death on the streets. If you’re able to put both feet on the floor most mornings, you have a lot to be thankful for. There are those who’ve lost their legs, because of disease, or because a bomb exploded in front of them. And  many are paralyzed for one reason or another.

You may have difficulty figuring out how to stretch your paycheck, but if you have a regular income, be thankful. There are those who’re not able to work or think through a problem, and there are some who’re blind; they’ll never see their checkbook, the sky, or anything else.

If you have friends and family surrounding and supporting you, you are richly blessed. There are those who are alone, not by choice, but because they’ve been forgotten and neglected.

I could go on endlessly about how each and every one of us should be thankful for something in our lives, even if it’s just a tiny “something.”

I'm thankful we had a fun day last week with friends Ed and Kathy at a fifties restaurant. This is Kellie, our server, with Elvis himself!

Don’t get me wrong. There are days when I find it hard to be thankful, just as we all do at times. But if you stop and think about it, there’s bound to be something in your life for which you’re grateful.

So, count your blessings, and I’ll count mine.

Here’s wishing you and yours a truly blessed Thanksgiving!  

Weekend Update

The newest addition to my family - of violets! This is Wanda's Red Velvet.

Where did the weekend go? It was a busy one, beginning with an impromptu gathering Friday at 4:00 at Boonville’s favorite  gathering place (the Historic Hulbert House) for an adult beverage with the Boonville Herald crew! It was so good to see everyone again. We haven’t shared a happy hour in many months.

Saturday was the annual holiday craft fair and luncheon at the Boonville United Methodist Church. This was the second year in a row that I didn’t help out in the kitchen or somewhere doing something, so I did my part by eating lunch, complete with a piece of luscious pecan pie! Our United Methodist Women were in charge of the luncheon, and it seems we did fairly well. I’ll hear a full report at the meeting Wednesday night. Holiday shoppers, however, were few and far between, at least while we were there. Other than lunch, my only purchase was a lovely little African violet (see photo above)!

Friends from our United Methodist Women group, selling their holiday wares.

  Sunday morning was the first I’d been to church in several weeks for one reason or another, and I was busy afterward shooting photos for the Boonville Herald. Our guest pastor was Rev. Davis Matovu, from Uganda.  Unfortunately, I had a difficult time understanding the Rev. Matovu because of his heavy accent and the fact that I’m hard-of-hearing anyway! His  sermon stretched out just a bit too long for comfort for my bad back, but others in the congregation seemed to enjoy him.  Davis is the founder of Nexus Seminary of Africa, and is spending several weeks in the area.  Our own Pastor Bill Mudge went to Uganda in 2007 to teach at the seminary, so this was sort of a pulpit-exchange, you might say (see www.nexus-seminary.com).

 

 

 

Below is a photo of some of our young people who’ll be helping out with the Samaritan’s Purse Operation Christmas Child Shoe Box project, something our church has been involved with for quite a few years. You take an ordinary shoe  box (or similar-sized box)  and fill it with all kinds of small items for needy kids all over the world. Boonville U. M. is a regional  drop-off point, and thousands of shoe boxes are brought there every year from all over the area. Then the boxes are  loaded onto a tractor trailer, delivered to North Carolina,  and from there they’re  distributed to hundreds of povery-stricken areas around the world (see www.samaritanspurse.org).

 

Thanks to all our vets!

Veterans Memorial - Completed in 1990, it is a lasting tribute to all veterans, and provides a spectacular view of Boonville and the surrounding countryside.

Today is a special holiday.

 Sometimes in years past, I may have completely ignored this day, not giving a second thought to its purpose. This year, however, it has a new connection, although I’m ashamed to say I didn’t get out of bed early enough to attend the Veterans Day services at our local park.

Benjamin F. Druck, who served in WWI

November 11 is the day when the fighting ended during the First World War. Although the official peace treaty wasn’t signed until June the following year, an armistice, or temporary truce, was declared between Germany and the Allied nations on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918. My paternal grandfather’s brother, Benjamin F. Druck, my great-uncle, was a member of the cavalry during that war. 

Since then, other family members have served in the military and have fought in World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. Several still serve today, and at least one has been injured in the War on Terrorism.

Serving their country is a tradition that began with our ancestor, George Druck, son of the immigrant, Johan Georg Druck, who – although he reportedly never saw action - volunteered to serve in the York County Militia throughout the late 18th century.

A year after World War I  ended, President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed November 11 as Armistice Day. It was changed to  Veterans Day – a holiday dedicated to American veterans of all wars, not just World War I - in 1954.

 What’s the difference between Memorial Day and Veterans Day?

York County Cousin Robert P. Druck

Memorial Day was originally set aside as a day to remember and honor military personnel who died in the service of our country, particularly those who died in battle or as a result of wounds sustained in battle. And while those who’ve died are certainly remembered on Veterans Day, this day is intended mainly to thank and honor living veterans for their service, in wartime or peacetime. Veterans Day is also an opportunity to acknowledge that their contributions to our national security are appreciated, and to recognize that all those who served – not only those who died – have sacrificed and done their duty.

Okay, so now we know what Veterans Day is all about. But why does it have special significance for me?

Our Boonville Historical Club chose as this year’s theme, “Freedom is Not Free.”  Last month, we heard a speaker with Fort Drum’s Public Affairs Department, who told  us about the hardships that soldiers who’ve been deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan sometimes encounter, especially those who’ve been injured. She mentioned the difficulties families often go through, for example when a “wounded warrior” is hospitalized at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C.

Little did I know that within three weeks, a young Pennsylvania relative serving in Afghanistan would be injured by an Improvised Explosive Device (IED ), or  a roadside bomb, and sent to Walter Reed to recover, where he is making rapid progress. Married, with a two-year-old son, Brad is a Staff Sergeant with the US Army. At our November 2  Historical Club  meeting, local priest Father Sean O’Brien, a commander with the Navy reserves, talked and showed photos about his experiences as  a military chaplain in Afghanistan. It was an interesting presentation and an eye-opener, as well. 

The club had previously voted to adopt a Fort Drum platoon. Fort Drum is home of the 10th Mountain Division of the U.S. Army, located about 50 miles or so north of Boonville.  After receiving news that the troops would not be deployed in January as expected, however, we’ve decided instead to “adopt” a local boy serving with the Marines in Afghanistan. Christopher Combs is the nephew of one of our club members. We’ll  collect articles of food, reading materials, and toiletries, which we’ll send to Chris to  distribute to others in his company. For more information, see the weblog page I’m setting up for the Historical Club at www.boonvillehistoricalclub.wordpress.com or click on the link at the top of the right-hand sidebar.

Today and every day, remember to thank a veteran for helping to keep our nation free.

Family Chronicle on its way!

Hello everyone,

I’m pleased to report that my George Druck Family Chronicle has now been promised to be released in about 2 weeks (September 26, 2008). I’m excited, and I hope you are too. Watch for more news about when and where I’ll be in York County, so those who want to save on postage and handling can pick up your copies of the book. 

Although the book is finally on its way, I haven’t stopped researching the Druck family history. I’ve recently made some interesting discoveries, which I’ll write about soon.

Another Delay!

I’m sorry to report that the printing company did not get the proof of the family history book to me when promised, so – unfortunately - things will be delayed again. 

I have now set Saturday, October 25, as the date for my autograph session, and as the time when folks can pick up copies of the books that have been ordered. I may also be available either Friday or Sunday of that weekend, but I haven’t determined that for sure yet. For those who are not picking up the book in person, I hope to mail them out the last week in October, unless they are released much earlier than I anticipate.

Sorry for the delay, folks, but through this experience, I’ve learned another of life’s lessons: Everything always takes longer than you expect!

Thanks, everyone, for your patience. I’ll keep you up to date on the progress.

Sample Passages

Here is just a sampling of what you’ll read in the many pages of “The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008.” Read the book for more historical and personal information!

From Chapter 2 – “As Long as One of Us Lives”

We have no proof that the first George Druck actually came to America alone. . . Unfortunately, the eighteenth century European emigrants left no photographs and very few written records of their journeys to the New World. From what history is available, we know that their ocean journeys were often horrible. It is impossible to imagine the sheer courage it took to leave their loved ones and familiar homes to endure untold hardships in the hope of a better life in a totally foreign world.

Why did George decide to leave the land of his birth? Did he leave parents, brothers, sisters, and other relatives behind? Had he been a prosperous landowner or was he an unfreed peasant who had to pay his European ruler a fee to be able to leave the country? . . .

. . . we have all descended from a very diverse group of people. We all have ancestors who survived incredible odds. They left the known and journeyed into the unknown. They crossed the ocean under adverse conditions. They survived Indian attacks, droughts, floods, disease, epidemics, wars, family tragedies, and the Great Depression.. . .

Our ancestors are all ordinary and all special: all worth writing about. Many are worthy of a book all their own.

From Chapter 5 – The First Generation in America: The First George Druck

 Although his exact date of death is not known, George was around 78 years of age when he died in the fall of 1792. It is interesting to note the legal process that took place after his death. On the second day of October, George’s firstborn son—also named George—filed a petition with the court stating that his father had died without a will and asking for disposition of his Hellam Township property. The property by then consisted of 99 acres and was adjacent to lands of Adam Strong, Abraham Koble, Kraft Billet, Thomas Niell, and others. The Orphans Court then ordered that the Sheriff “with twelve good and lawful men of his Bailiwick in the presence of all the parties who shall chuse [sic] to attend or the guardians of such of them as are minors, they having respectively had due and legal notice thereof to hold an inquest” of the property to determine its distribution. Six days later, an “inquisition” was taken on the premises by 12 men—

probably the elder George’s friends and neighbors—who determined that the value of the property was worth 72 pounds and 16 shillings, considered “lawful money of Pennsylvania.”

From Chapter 8 - The Third Generation

Shortly after my ancestor, Gottlieb Druck, married Maria Elizabeth Kunkel (a daughter of Gottlieb and Agnes Kunkel), Gottlieb’s brother, GEORGE DRUCK, about 18 months younger than Gottlieb, married Elizabeth’s younger sister, MARY MAGDALENA KUNKEL. George was born 22 December 1788, in Hellam Township, the second child of George Druck and Elizabeth Billet; Mary Magdalena (known as Lanah) was born 12 April 1790. A child of either gender born that year had a life expectancy of 35 years, whereas during the Revolutionary War years, a woman’s life expectancy was even shorter, partly because of the hazards of childbirth, from infection and difficult deliveries performed with crude instruments.

George and Lanah were married in York’s First (Trinity) Reformed Church on 9 May 1809, just a few weeks after Gottlieb and Elizabeth were married there. George was 20 years old; Lanah was 19. . . In predictable fashion, Lanah gave birth to a brood of at least ten children at regular intervals, including the first recorded Benjamin in the Druck family. . .

From Chapter 9 – The Fourth Generation

About 10 weeks after Jacob Druck and Elizabeth Strong exchanged vows, a daughter, Priscilla, arrived on 21 June 1859.

Tombstones at Mt. Zion Cemetery

The census report of 1900 (the only one to include each person’s month and year of birth) indicates that Priscilla was born in July, rather than June, but her tombstone at Mt. Zion Cemetery—on which her name appears to be engraved as Briscilla—confirms her date of birth as 21 June 1859. Assuming their marriage date is correct, one cannot help but wonder: Was Priscilla really Jacob’s child, or was Elizabeth pregnant by someone else, perhaps someone who had died or walked out on her? Perhaps Jacob married her so that Elizabeth’s child would have a father. On the other hand, if it was Jacob’s child, why did he and Elizabeth wait so long to marry? It sounds like the plot in a paperback romance, and it’s too bad we’ll never know the whole story.

 

Hot Off the Press!

I still don’t have the books as promised by the printer, but when I spoke to them Friday afternoon, October 17, they assured me that SOME copies will be ready by Friday, October 24. Hopefully, they’ll have enough for everyone who wants to pick up their books. I will be coming to York on Friday afternoon, so I’ll stop and pick up the copies at that time. I still plan to host an autograph session for anyone who can make it on Saturday, October 25, from 10:30 a.m. until 2 p.m. I’ll be sending e-mail messages soon, or making phone calls, to those who have indicated they’d like to pick up their book(s). Also, I’ll send directions and the location of where I’ll be in York Township. I look forward to meeting my Druck relatives at that time. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

Latest Update

 My Newest Best Friend

January 12, 2009 – For some reason, I’ve been having problems getting my latest posts to go to the top of the queue. I’ve had to do some juggling around, so the dates at the top are not really relevant.

 

It’s been a while since I last updated this blog; you would think I’d have plenty of time to write, since the family history book is now finished and I’m continuing to recuperate from my neck and upper back surgery. I honestly don’t know where the time goes! I’ve taken advantage of my recovering patient status and sleep in most mornings. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday my Visiting Nurse comes in to change the dressing on my incision. But, it’s no ordinary dressing.

Several weeks ago, I developed a problem in part of  the incision. Although it’s not an infection, it left a large, deep hole in the wound. The surgeon decided it would heal better if it were attached to what is known as a “wound vac.”

The correct name is V. A. C. therapy, which means vacuum assisted closure system. It involves attaching a tiny vacuum device, sort of like a suction cup, to the wound. It then pumps out the fluids and works to heal the skin. A tube is connected to a small computer/machine with a canister that I wear like a fanny pack 24/7.  (Visit http://www.activac.com/8.asp). I understand the wound vac is used quite often for patients with all types of wounds,  including our soldiers in Iraq.

The doctor just told me this past Monday that although I’m healing well, I may have to wear the wound vac several more months. It is somewhat cumbersome, and I have to be careful that it doesn’t leak or get blocked; if it does, it sets off an alarm. Sometimes it also emits embarrassing gurgling noises! Consequently, I’m hesitant to step outside the door, and my social life is practically nil!

December 1, 2008 – Turkey Day in Boonville

Thanksgiving Day marked the four-week anniversary of another surgical procedure on my deteriorating vertebrae. The surgery on my neck and upper back took place at Syracuse’s Crouse Hospital, where the neurosurgeon fused some of the errant skeleton together and inserted various other hardware to keep my head attached.

Recuperation hasn’t been the piece of cake I thought it would be, but life is looking better each day. On Thanksgiving Day I parted company with the hard cervical collar I had to wear 24/7 and traded it for a soft collar, which is somewhat more comfortable.

Keith and I celebrated Thanksgiving Day dining at a local restaurant, where we stuffed ourselves at the all-you-could eat buffet. It was the first I had stepped outside the house since my return from the hospital. I nixed the soup and salad bar, and went straight for the turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes. It was good, but not as good as mom and dad’s homecooked turkey dinner. The best part, though, was there was no clean-up. On the down side, there were also no left-overs to nibble on later.

Since the booksigning, I’m happy to say several people have contacted me with positive comments about my family history book, “The George Druck Family Chronicle.” If you don’t yet have your copy, please contact me at jaroutson@aol.com, and I’ll let you know the ordering details.

October 27, 2008 – Successful Booksigning!

We had a busy weekend in York, Pennsylvania, and made it back home safely.  My brother Ted’s surprise retirement party Saturday night was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed seeing people I hadn’t seen in years. Thanks to his daughters-in-law Amy and Wendy for a great job organizing it. He said he was truly surprised!

I am happy to report that the book-signing on Saturday, October 25, went better than I ever anticipated. It was wonderful to see other people excited about our family history. Sometimes I’ve had the feeling that I must be the only person in the world hooked on genealogy. But then I meet someone else who’s interested in the same roots, and it gets me revved up again.

There were newfound cousins, fellow researchers, and family members stopping by non-stop from 10:30 until 2:30. I couldn’t believe how enthusiastic they all were. It was the most rewarding part of the entire book-writing process. The time flew by, and I didn’t even think about lunch!
Knowing that others appreciated my years of digging for dead relatives and typing for hours on end was mind boggling. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find my camera, so have no photos to post. Hopefully, I’ll soon have some from the other folks who remembered to bring their cameras and who so kindly wanted to take my photo! It was awesome.

Thanks to my mom, who so generously offered visitors her fresh-baked goodies and hot coffee, and thanks also to my Aunt Martha who was there to lend a hand. 

We’ve decided to hold a (first-ever) Druck family reunion this summer. Thanks to Eileen Goodling Druck, wife of Ron Druck, for volunteering to help with this endeavor (and watch for a link coming soon for Ron and Eileen’s new website for their music ministry, “The Drucks”).  We’ll be posting more information on the reunion as soon as it becomes available. 

Eileen and Ron Druck - Druck's Music Ministry

 Thanks to everyone for your patience and support of the George Druck Family Chronicle, and for your enthusiastic response. Keep an eye on this weblog for more interesting tidbits about the family history that I wasn’t aware of until after the book went to press.

October 23, 2008 – The Book Has Arrived!

Finally! My sister picked up the books yesterday from the printer, and since they are being printed in York, Pennsylvania, I had them over-night a copy to me. It looks great, if I must say so myself, but I’m surprised that I don’t feel more excited now that I’ve actually seen the finished product. I guess my most exciting moment was when my daughter-in-law Diane, who did the typesetting for me, told me she had dropped off the final version at the print shop. I knew then there was no turning back.

I’m headed to York for an autograph session on Saturday, October 25. Maybe while I’m there, I’ll try to talk Borders into buying a few copies! Yeah, right - wishful thinking, I know, but it would be nice.

I have plenty of copies for sale. If you or someone you know might be interested in buying a copy of “The George Druck Family Chronicle” please contact me. I’ll be happy to see that you get one – for just $35.00, which includes shipping and handling. As soon as I get a free moment, I’ll scan the cover and post it here for all to see.

Will Winter Ever End?

The white stuff is falling from the heavens again as I write this. Our little woodstove in the corner is blazing away, trying to keep the frigid air from seeping through the cracks. It’s already been a long winter, with snow covering the ground since October. And the weather forecasters tell us it will be another cold week, with temperatures in the single digits and below. My one consolation is that because of my post-operative status, I don’t feel at all guilty about staying indoors and staying warm. Thank goodness I no longer have to make the daily trek to work or to anywhere else for that matter. Some may ask, “But aren’t you bored?”

Not while I have my trusty laptop computer and my shelves full of books yet to be read. And of course, I’m still working on my family history. As it’s been said, “No genealogy is ever complete!” There will always be new-found relatives and memorable stories to add to my collection. And while I know it may sound  like I’m on my way to early senility, I love nothing better than to watch the lively little chickadees at our backyard feeder, while  I enjoy my morning coffee. Their energy amazes me, and their crazy antics can only lift my spirits.

A Fiesty Little Chickadee

Also, I continue to write my weekly column for our local newspaper, the Boonville Herald. That usually takes several hours each week, although I must confess, I am running out of topics to write about. When I started writing it (the second time around) the editor wanted me to write mostly about Boonville. But, as I just confessed, I’m no longer out and about, so it’s hard to know what’s happening in the area. Thus, I’m usually faced with mid-weekly writer’s block, and it’s sometimes a chore to put 500 words together in a column that makes sense.

It’s Been 50 Years!?!

I just received a notice in today’s mail that the Dallastown Area High School Class of 1959 will hold its 50th reunion on August 7-8, 2009. Well, actually, we knew a year ago that it was scheduled for those dates, but this was the official notification, along with an itinerary and the usual request for payment. But, there must be some mistake; it can’t be 50 years ago that we graduated from dear ol’ D-town! No way! It seems like it was just yesterday.

A close-knit group, the Class of 1959 is truly unique. Not only were we the first class to graduate from the new junior-senior high school, we have held reunions on a regular basis since then, and even occasionally hold special gatherings between reunions, such as the Meddie-care party when we all turned 65.

Because the old D-town H.S. building was too crowded, I was bussed to a city school for my early high school years (much to my eternal sorrow).

Old DHS Building in the Borough of Dallastown, Now an Elementary School

But I knew most of the kids in the DHS Class of ‘59, and many of the underclassmen. Some were neighbors; some I had gone to elementary school with; some were friends of friends; others I knew from church or from the Dallastown Boys & Girls Band, of which I was a member for many years.

 When a new high school was completed in the fall of 1958, I was finally able to enter those hallowed halls of wisdom with my friends. To their everlasting credit, they accepted me as one of their own. There was never any doubt that I was a part of the class, and I felt completely at home. In fact, just recently, when discussing an incident that happened during our senior year, one of my dear friends who I had known long before entering D-town remarked, “Oh, Judy, I forgot that you were only there our senior year!”

Our classmates remain close, and in fact, when someone is hospitalized or suffers a death in the family, word goes out to fellow class members across the country. They, in turn, respond with cards and e-mails, and yes, there’s even a prayer chain for the ill or the bereaved.  

Well, I guess I must face  reality. I’ll have to accept the facts. Since we graduated in June of 1959 - and this is 2009 - that means we’ve been separated from our dear old Alma Mater for 50 years. So much has happened since then, but I’ll never be separated from those wonderful senior class memories. 

So, count me in, Reunion Committee. I’ll meet you and the rest of the gang at noon on Friday, August 7, at the Dallas Theater, as we begin our walk down memory lane together.

Before Gray Hair and Wrinkles (1958-1959)

(You can read more about my high school adventures in my family history book, “The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008.” To find out how you can own a copy, write to me at jaroutson@aol.com.)

I’m In the News

My face is in the news! No, I’m not on the FBI’s most wanted list or anything quite that exciting. A fellow reporter, Patricia J. Malin, who sometimes writes for the Boonville Herald, did a story on me for the January issue of “In Good Health.” It’s a freebie newspaper focusing on the Mohawk Valley’s (Utica area) healthcare issues.

Pat wrote about my struggle with lupus for the past 40 years or so, and why lupus is sometimes difficult to diagnose and difficult to live with. What is lupus?

Systemic lupus erythematosus (SLE or lupus) is a chronic, inflammatory, multisystem autoimmune disease. In autoimmune diseases, the immune system attacks the body’s own healthy cells and tissues. An estimated 2 million Americans have been diagnosed with lupus, and symptoms vary greatly; some of the most common are extreme fatigue, painful joints and muscles, unexplained fever, and kidney problems. Other frequent symptoms include inflammation of the lining of the heart and lungs, causing pain on breathing and shortness of breath, and pale or purple fingers from cold or stress (Raynaud’s phenomenon).  

There is no known cure, but when diagnosed early, lupus can be effectively treated with drugs, and most people with the disease can lead active lives. There is no one test with which to diagnose lupus, and symptoms can vary greatly from patient to patient. It’s a complex, difficult to diagnose disease, which ranges from mild to life threatening. 

Although great strides have been made in recognizing and treating symptoms in the last 15 years, lupus still suffers from lack of awareness more than any other major disease. For more information visit www.nolupus.org or http://www.niams.nih.gov/Health_Info/Lupus/default.asp.

Skipping Christmas

Here it is, almost the end of January, and I just realized that I never posted  any comments about the holidays.

We skipped Christmas at home this year, but we did manage a trip to visit family in York and Adams Counties, Pennsylvania, leaving Friday, December 26, and returning Monday, the 29th. It was great to see everyone, but that trip (6 to 6-1/2 hours) seems to get longer each time. It seemed especially long and uncomfortable this time because of wearing my wound vac.

On Saturday, we had lunch at daughter Amy’s new townhouse, her first big family gathering. Unfortunately, there was not a lot of light in her living room, so most of the photos I took didn’t turn out too well. 

On Sunday, we ate at my parents’ home. As usual, the food was delicious.

Things were a little less hectic this year, as Keith’s mother passed away in October, and his brother and sister-in-law, Randy and Pat, and their kids, Zach and Emily, celebrated Christmas somewhere in the Bahamas (visit www.hbsailing.com and click on sail blog to see photos).

We spent a quiet New Year’s Eve at home, as we have for the past I-can’t remember-how-many-years, watching movies until the stroke of midnight. Then it was off to visit the sandman.

Brigitta (Photo by Premiere Imaging)

 Among  the Christmas gifts we received were these lovely photos (at right and below) of granddaughter Brigitta, who will graduate from Gettysburg High School in June. She hasn’t decided on a college yet, but she’s leaning toward creative writing as a major. And she’s very good at it, too. A chip off the old block!

Brigitta in Another Pose (Photo by Premiere Imaging, Trevose, Pa.)

 

The Day the Music Died

It came to my attention the other day that Tuesday’s date was February 3. So what’s the big deal? The big deal is, it was the 50th anniversary of the deaths of Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens. They perished on February 3, 1959, when their plane crashed in an Iowa cornfield. Some among you may not know, or even care, who these one-time popular performers were, but those of us who were teenagers in the late fifties remember them well, especially Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, Buddy Holly.

 Although he played rock and roll for only two short years, the wealth of material Buddy Holly recorded in that time made a major and lasting impact on popular music. How could we forget those horn-rimmed glasses and that trademark vocal hiccup? And those wonderful oldies, but goodies: “Peggy Sue,” “That’ll Be the Day,” “Oh, Boy!,” and “Maybe Baby” (one of my all-time favorites).

Holly was an innovator who wrote his own material and pioneered and popularized the now-standard rock-band lineup of two guitars, bass, and drums. If I said I loved his music, I guess I’d be giving away my age – but who cares, when you’re my age?

Born Charles Hardin Holley (later changed to Holly) on September 7, 1936, in Lubbock, Texas, Buddy learned to play guitar, piano, and fiddle at an early age. After high school, he formed a country-oriented act, performing regularly on a local radio station. He also opened for acts that came through town. He was noticed by a talent scout and signed to Decca Records in early 1956. After opening a show for Elvis Presley, he converted from country-western to rock ’n’ roll.

In October 1958, Holly reluctantly agreed to perform on the Winter Dance Party, an ill-advised bus tour of the frigid Midwest in the winter of 1959. After performing in Clear Lake, Iowa, he chartered a private plane to the next tour stop, Moorhead, Minnesota. The plane crashed a few minutes after takeoff, killing all on board, including fellow performers Ritchie Valens and  J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, as well as the young pilot. Buddy Holly was 22 years old at the time of the crash – an event immortalized in Don McLean’s “American Pie” as “the day the music died.”

Want to know more? Go to http://data.desmoinesregister.com/holly/index.php

“A Date Which Will Live in Infamy. . .”

Well, not really… That sentence, by the way, is incorrect English, as I’m sure many of you are aware. The President should have said, “A date that will live in infamy…” But when FDR uttered those prophetic words back in 1941, announcing the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, I’m sure his anxious audience gave no thought to grammar gremlins.

While America’s day of infamy was December 7, 1941, the date of February 7, 1981, is one that holds more pleasant memories for me. It’s the day I met  the love of my life. My husband and I both have vivid recollections of exactly how, when, and where we first laid eyes on each other. Not too many couples can claim to have met at a nuclear power plant, particularly Three Mile Island, but we celebrated the 28th anniversary of that momentous event Saturday evening by dining at one of our favorite restaurants.

It was a Saturday afternoon when Keith Routson and I met for the first time. We were members of a singles group touring Three Mile Island Nuclear Power Plant, north of York,  Pa., near Middletown. Two years earlier the site had dominated the news when the country’s worst nuclear accident occurred there. 

A combination of personnel error, design deficiencies, and component failures caused a partial meltdown of TMI’s Unit 2 reactor core. Fortunately no deaths or injuries occurred, but many residents evacuated the surrounding areas. The damaged TMI-2 reactor is now completely defueled and permanently shut down. But in 1981, the plant’s owners offered public tours to explain what had happened and to prove the utility was safe. A friend and co-worker, who also attended the singles group events, convinced me to accompany her on the tour. I was glad I did.

Keith and I, both in hardhats, started a conversation as we scrutinized the utility’s control panels. We soon learned that we worked for competing companies that manufactured similar equipment. For me, it was love at first sight, but it took Keith a while to realize what a great partner I’d make!   ;-)

Keith Routson

Two years later we were married. Although we celebrate March 20 as our wedding anniversary, throughout the years we’ve observed the date of February 7, 1981, as another important anniversary – the day our lives were forever changed.

“KISS” Mode

Not much new to report. The days are getting longer, but it will be many weeks  before  spring arrives here in the frozen north! In fact, more snow is forecast for the weekend. Ugh!

I’m still wearing my wound vac; still seeing my nurse three days a week; and still stuffing myself with protein to hopefully help the wound heal faster.

Although attachment  to my wound vac has made it a bit cumbersome, I’ve slowly been trying to eliminate some clutter around here. My mantra has become, “If it doesn’t serve any useful purpose, get rid of it!” In other words, Keep It Simple, Stupid!

 I’ve had a difficult time lately trying to keep the dust bunnies from multiplying and have  watched in awe as the growing cobweb dynasty  overtakes the nooks and crannies of my home. The thought suddenly occurred to me the other day: It won’t get any easier as I get older.

Since my mobility has become somewhat limited due to arthritis and several spinal surgeries, and my height has shrunk from 5 feet two-and-a-half inches to 4 feet 10 in the past several years, I’m constantly  stretching to reach anything that’s  higher than four feet from the floor. And there’s  a lot up there – photos of four grandkids through the years (the two oldest are now high school seniors);  photos of other family members, some long gone; pewter mugs and other assorted souvenir cups; bronzed baby shoes;  jars of colorful seashells collected from beaches north, south, east and west, on which we’ve walked barefoot;  various other memorabilia from our many travels across the country; even turkey feathers. Yep, wild turkey feathers found in our front yard. Talk about a dust collector! What was I thinking?

Two of several jars of shells collected from beaches along the U. S. coastline, from Maine to Oregon.

 Even the knickknacks, figurines, souvenirs,  and antiques  at arm’s length will be going – including a collection of  musty old books. Anyone interested?

I’ll try the E-bay auction first, but if I’m not lucky there, things will get packed off to  the local thrift shop or to our kids – who might want to keep the bronze baby shoes for their kids! Just thinking of all the time I’ll save by not having to vanquish the dust and cobwebs on, in, and around those things already has me smiling. 

I’ll keep a recent family photo or two nearby and perhaps  my favorite carved loon on the windowsill. Although the seashells, in particular, always bring back memories of those golden days walking the beach, there comes a time to part company. My beloved African violets will still soak up the sun at my living room windows. And I’ll leave the pictures on the walls. But most of the other “stuff” – well, let’s just say my interior decorating will leave a lot to the imagination.

A Long Winter…

It’s been snowing off and on since Wednesday (tell me again why we live here)!

Just a couple of photos taken in January, in case you don’t know what snow looks like.

Hungry Deer in our Driveway

 

The scene from our living room window.

Fastnacht Day (Fat/ShroveTuesday)

How could I forget Fastnacht Day? Just like the York County Pennsylvania Dutch tradition of eating pork and sauerkraut on New Year’s Day for good luck in the coming year, Fastnacht (pronounced fost-knock) Day, otherwise known as Shrove Tuesday or Fat Tuesday, the day before Lent, is another traditional observance.

When I was growing up, my grandpa “Pap” Druck, who lived within walking distance of our York Township farm, made the delicious yeast-raised doughnuts often, not only on Fastnacht Day, and he usually made them early on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Our entire family enjoyed the the deep-fried pastry. Served warm, sprinkled with powdered sugar, the fastnachts were  a delicious treat, although not what a health-conscious person should eat in any quantity!

In later years, after my grandpa had passed away (he died in 1965),  I often wondered why Pap started making the doughnuts and where he got the recipe. Did he concoct it himself? Did he find it in a magazine or a cookbook?

Considering that several York County organizations still make and sell thousands of this type of confectionery treat as a fundraiser on Fastnacht Day (check out the York Daily Record article shown below), my grandpa’s recipe was probably a common one in the area, and may have been passed down through the generations.

Wherever the recipe came from, his not-so-secret ingredient was “smashed” potatoes, without which fastnachts would not have their unique flavor. Another trick for successful fastnachts was to let the dough sit on top of his furnace (heater) in the kitchen overnight to rise.

Pap’s simple recipe remains in the possession of several family members, and in fact, my brother, Ted Druck, has whipped up a batch of  fastnachts on several occasions in recent years, including this past weekend. Unfortunately, being 350 or so miles away, I didn’t get to taste these golden goodies, although I heard they were delicious. The recipe is also included in my family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008. 

See http://ydr.inyork.com/ci_11766653), for more on this Pennsylvania Dutch and York County tradition. Also see http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8521.asp

My grandpa, George B. Druck, is on the left, in the back row. Others, front, left to right, George "Georgie" Druck and George T. "Ted" Druck; back center, Benjamin F. Druck, and Benjamin E. Druck, holding Benn A. Druck

I’m on the Book Buzz Blog!

News of my family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, has finally made it to the York Daily Record’s Book Buzz blog. Editor Gloria Jean Fogal posted the announcement yesterday, Wednesday, February 25 – right in there with news about several famous and other not-so-famous authors. How exciting! Thank you, Gloria Jean.

To see the post, go to http://www.yorkblog.com/books/

Anyone who would like more information about the book can click on the link above, “The Book . . .”, or contact me at jaroutson@aol.com.

From the Blog to the Sunday News

News of my family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, has finally hit the pages of the York Sunday News. Daughter Kristina called early this morning to let me know. Wow!

Since I live out of the area, I haven’t seen the article yet, but  I hope it stirs up some interest in the book, or at least puts me in contact with relatives I’ve not yet met. I’ve already had one inquiry  from someone who wanted more information, and hopefully I’ll soon have more.

In my previous post, I commented that I had made it to the Book Buzz blog on the York Daily Record’s website. If you go to the site listed, you’ll now have to click on “archives,” to find me, since so much new information has been added. It really is an informative blog, if you’re interested in books and authors, writers, etc.

Please don’t hesitate to leave a comment or send me an e-mail at jaroutson@aol.com  if you have any questions about the Druck family history.

Surprise, surprise!

The announcement in the March 8 York Sunday News about my family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, has resulted in several surprises! 

Thanks to Gloria Miller, who lives in the Druck Valley Area, I now have information about the Kunkel burial grounds (my ancestor, Gottlieb Druck, the third generation in America, married Maria Elizabeth Kunkel).

I also connected with “Buzz” Shindler, who lives on two of the original Druck farms, off Druck Valley Road. How interesting! Among other things, I learned that an old Druck burial ground was somewhere in the vicinity, but many years ago the tombstones were removed when a neighboring farmer plowed over the graves.

Another development is that my book will be available at the York Heritage Trust museum book store, thanks to the suggestion of Lila Fourhman-Shaull, Library & Archives Director, and  to Museum Shop Buyer, Carl Preate. I will be presenting a copy to the library on Saturday, March 21, and also delivering several books for the shop at that time.  When I know what time I’ll be at York Heritage Trust, 250 East Market Street, York, I’ll post the time here.

Still another surprising result from the Sunday News article is that I heard from an old-time friend from long ago, with whom I had lost contact. As youngsters, we both played clarinet in a youth band, and we often played duets and quartets together. It has been great reminiscing and catching up on her life.

Just a reminder – if you’re interested in The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, please click on the tab above, “The Book…” for ordering information, or e-mail me at jaroutson@aol.com for more details.

Meet Me at the Library

While it’s not a formal appearance, I’ll be presenting a copy of The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008 to the York Heritage Trust library this Saturday, March 21. I plan to be there about 12:30 p.m.  I’ll also be bringing three copies of my family history book for the museum gift shop to re-sell.

I’ll bring extra copies of the book, if anyone would like to meet me there for an autographed copy.

I’m excited that I’ll get to meet one of my customers, who is also a genealogist and a dedicated family history volunteer. And I’d be delighted if several folks who’ve contacted me by phone or e-mail would  also show up. And anyone else who is interested! I’d love to meet you.

For more information about my visit or my family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, please contact me at jaroutson@aol.com.

Updates Coming Soon

It was an incredibly wonderful and exciting weekend in York County, Pa. There is much to write about, but it will take some time. Since I’m still unpacking from our trip, I’ll be back to update this blog as soon as possible. Please visit again soon! Thanks.

“I Got You, Babe…”

Just the first of several updates…last Friday, March 20, was not only the first day of spring, it was my husband Keith’s 62nd birthday, as well as our 26th wedding anniversary. Yes, I planned it that way, so he wouldn’t forget our anniversary.

We were married in a simple ceremony at the historic  Canadochly Lutheran Church in Delroy on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Well, actually it was Lower Windsor Township, York County, but the wedding certificate says Delroy. We had met two years earlier at an unlikely location (see the post below titled, “A Date Which Will Live in Infamy”).

We celebrated both occasions Friday evening at the Dover home of son Brian (who is recuperating from back surgery) and daughter-in-law Diane. Daughter Number 2, Kathi, flew up from Orlando especially for the get-together, and she and Daughter Number 1, Kris, spent all afternoon preparing lots of goodies. Daughter Amy and friend showed up, too, and three of four grandchildren were present.  Ryan, our grandson in the Sunshine State, was heavy into a basketball tournament, so couldn’t make it. We missed him and his dad, Chris, but all in all it was a wonderful family gathering.

Saturday, March 21, was also packed with excitement. But – that’s another story. Stay tuned for more news and photos coming soon.

Here’s a photo I put in our local newspaper to say Happy Anniversary to Keith. Sorry it’s not in color, but I’d have to do some digging to come up with the original.

Our Wedding Day, March 20, 1983

The Book is Now at YCHT Library and Gift Shop

 

On Saturday morning, March 21, I met Lila Fourhman-Shaull, Library and Archives Director, York County Heritage Trust, 250 E. Market St., York, Pa., and donated a copy of my family history, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, to her for the county archives.  Just think – all of us who are included in the book are now immortal! The book will remain there forever – or until the book wears out, whichever comes first – and it’s available to anyone who wants to research the Druck family at the library (www.yorkheritage.org).

Here’s a photo of Lila – a wonderful woman, who was very helpful and generous with her time  – accepting the book from yours truly for the YCHT Library shelf. Lila’s on the left, of course.

Lila Fourhman-Shaull, YCHT Library & Archives Director, left, with a copy of the Druck family history.

 I also left several copies of the book for the gift shop to resell.  Interested parties who don’t yet own a copy might want to stop in. Help support York County’s history! Of course, you can still order one from me. Just check out the tab above, “The Book…” for ordering information.

Please stop back again soon for more news about our weekend in York.

Belated News – York Weekend Visit

This post is a few weeks late, as it was overshadowed by the excitement of my Druck family history book being accepted at the York County Heritage Trust’s (YCHT) library.

Prior to and following that historic moment, however, Keith and I, surrounded by kids and grandkids, celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary (see post below, “I Got You Babe”) and Keith’s 62nd birthday.

Besides meeting YCHT Library and Archives Director Lila Fourhman-Shaull during our Saturday morning adventure at the YCHT library, I was delighted to share some time with several other new genealogist  friends. 

Granddaughters Brigitta (left) and Morgan hamming for the camera during a family celebration of our anniversary and Grandpa Keith’s birthday.

Gloria Miller, who lives on Druck Valley Road and who does volunteer work entering cemetery information on the website www.findagrave.com, met us at the library door. She had contacted me after news of The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008appeared in the York Sunday News on March 8. Seems Gloria has anscestors who were connected to the Druck family.

I also met Mardella Fries Brenneman, a YCHT library volunteer and the editor of the South Central Pennsylvania Genealogical Society (SCPGS) newsletter, Our Name’s the Game. She too, has some connection to the Drucks through her husband’s side of the family. Mardella purchased a copy of The George Druck Family Chronicle, and after reading it, wrote some very kind words about the book.  I also met Linda Feeser, who just recently became a  library volunteer. It was great to sit and chat with fellow genealogists. 

Gloria Miller (right) with Judy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Following an afternoon shopping spree, daughters Kris, Kathi, and Amy, and granddaughter Brigitta met us at the Corner Stable Restaurant outside of Spry, in York Township, where they treated us to a late lunch/early dinner.  We had a great time, before heading back to Kris’s house in Gettysburg, where we spent the night.

Keith with daughter Amy at the Corner Stable Restaurant.

Kathi, Kris, and Brigitta at dinner, Saturday, March 21.

 

 

 

 

 

Judy and Keith - 26 years and still going strong!

GEORGE DRUCK FAMILY REUNION!

HEAR YE, HEAR YE!

COME ONE AND ALL!

The First Annual

DRUCK FAMILY REUNION

will be held

Sunday, July 19, 2009,

from 12 Noon to 6 p.m.

At Shenberger’s Chapel Picnic Grove

New Bridgeville, Pa.

 

This is a first attempt to bring together all descendants of the immigrant Johan George Druck,

Who arrived in America in 1741,

So Mark Your Calendar and Don’t Forget the Date!

 Bring a casserole or other dish to share, your own beverages and place settings, and lawn chairs.

 COME MEET DISTANT COUSINS AND SHARE THE FUN!

DRUCK DESCENDANTS FAR AND NEAR ARE WELCOME -

SO TELL EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY!

Entertainment by our own musical celebrities,

Druck’s Music Ministry – Ron and Eileen Druck

This is our first attempt to gather far-flung family,

And it would be great to have a large attendance –

SO PLEASE TRY TO MAKE IT AND BRING YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!

 THERE WILL BE SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE.

 WE’LL “PASS THE HAT” TO COVER EXPENSES.

MORE DETAILS COMING SOON!

Questions? Call Eileen at 717-927-6826

or Judy at 315-942-4173

 

I am a little late posting this announcement, but for anyone who may have just discovered this blog, here’s the news: There will be a first-ever George Druck family reunion on Sunday, July 19, from noon until 6 p.m. at Shenberger’s Chapel Picnic Grove, New Bridgeville, Pa., and as stated above all descendants of the immigrant George Druck are invited!

Ancestral Photo Found

Susan Druck

 A recent discovery on Ebay was a photo of a Susan Druck, which the owner acquired in 1976 in Berkshire County, Massachusetts. I believe this may be a picture of Susan Druck, daughter of George Druck and Catharine Shell. Susan was born in 1845 and died in 1880 in York County, Pa.  She had turned 34 about two months before her death. Her occupation was listed as cigar maker.

Susan may have been in her late twenties in this photo. How it came to be in Massachusetts is anybody’s guess!

I may post the photo on www.deadfred.com to see if anyone else recognizes her.

The reverse side of Susan Druck's photo, which proves it was taken in York, Pa.

Druck’s Music Link Added

Cousin Ron Druck and his wife Eileen Goodling Druck recently created a colorful new website for their music ministry, and I’ve added a link to the site (at right).

Thanks to Ron’s generosity, I received a demo CD of their music several months ago. I’ve greatly enjoyed it, and plan to buy one or more of their CDs. The problem is, I can’t decide which ones to order! 

Ron is a licensed minister, and he’s been writing and singing gospel music for over 30 years. With 15 albums to his credit and a growing repertoire of original works, his music appeals to everyone who enjoys hearing God’s message.

Ron and Eileen are a dynamic duo, who bring with them a refreshing and unique ministry. They have traveled throughout the eastern United States and into Canada sharing their music and their love of the Lord. Ron and Eileen have generously agreed to provide entertainment at the first-ever George Druck Family Reunion on July 19 (see below), so family members will have the opportunity to hear them then.

They are so gracious, they even invite you to lunch at their home outside of Wrightsville, Pennsylvania! But, I’ll let them tell you their story. Just click on the link, Druck’s Music Ministry. And please be patient! I’ve noticed that the site sometimes does take a while to load, but you’ll be glad you waited.

Happiness is a Warm Sunny Day

It doesn’t take much to make me happy: sitting on my front porch, feet propped up, watching a flock of goldfinches – back to their bright yellow summer plumage once more – at my birdfeeder; the American flag out of storage and whipping wildly in the breeze for the first time this season (thanks to my helpful husband); the tingling rhythm of the windchimes, a tall, frosty glass of iced tea, and the thermometer climbing to 80 degrees under a nearly-cloudless sky.

Ah…it’s so good to be in shirtsleeves, minus bulky winter sweatshirts and socks. Thank you, Lord, for this glorious day! May there be many more to follow. It’s so relaxing, I think I’ll take a nap…

 

More Ancestral Photos Found

It’s always exciting to hear from kinfolk and to receive information about their branch of the Druck family tree. Recently, a cousin, Pat Druck Shaw, sent copies of some old photos she had located of her father, Clair Druck, and three of his siblings, along with the likenesses of her grandparents, William Aaron Druck and his second wife, Amanda Ruby Druck.  Clair (1908-1986) was the youngest of Aaron and Amanda’s five children. His only sister, Mary Viola Druck, was born in 1903 and died at age 24 in 1927.

Thanks, Pat, for sharing these great photos!

William Aaron Druck (1855-1918)

Clair L. Druck, far left, with his brothers, Edward, Elmer, and Earl (not necessarily in that ordrer!)

Amanda Ruby (1868-1914) Aaron Druck's second wife.

If anyone else has any photos of Druck ancestors, I’d love to hear from you!

IN MEMORIAM

It is with a sad heart that I report the death of 70-year-old Delores Lee Webb Druck, who died Wednesday, 13 May 2009, at her home in Brogue, York County, Pennsylvania.

Delores was a delightful lady, who I met in the summer of 2006. Prior to that time we had communicated via e-mail, after she learned that I was gathering information for a Druck family history. Dee had been a patient of my nephew, a hand therapist, who told her of my interest in genealogy. She, too, was a dedicated genealogist and had gathered much information about her husband’s branch of the Druck family tree. She willingly shared this information, without which my family history book would not be nearly as complete. Her obituary in the 15 May 2009 York Daily Record reported that Delores “enjoyed discovering family history, touring historical locations, and was a Civil War buff.”

Delores Webb Druck, right, with Sharon Nickol Swope, left, and Barbara Druck Kehr in the summer of 2006.

 

Delores and Bob Druck Celebrate their Golden Wedding Anniversary

Dee and her husband, Robert Eugene “Bob” Druck, a descendant of William Aaron Druck and Priscilla J. Kreidler, celebrated their golden wedding anniversary on 27 September 2007. They were the parents of two sons, Todd Eugene Druck and Troy Lee Druck. At the time of her death, Delores also had four grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

Delores Webb and Bob Druck on their Wedding Day

When we met for lunch in the summer of 2006, Delores graciously volunteered to drive my sister and I, along with another genealogist cousin, Sharon Swope, to the New Harmony Presbyterian Church Cemetery, and to Bethlehem (Stonepile) Cemetery, the resting places of several Druck ancestors. Delores will join them, when she is also buried in the New Harmony Cemetery, following her funeral service on Monday 18 May 2009.

New Harmony Presbyterian Church

 

Delores Druck, a family history buff, at the Stonepile Cemetery, summer 2006.

The last time I spoke with Dee was in October of 2008, when I called to tell her of the completion of The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008, and of my book-signing event on the 25th.  Dee said she wouldn’t be able to make it. She had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in June. I sent her a copy of the book, and Dee wrote later to say how much she enjoyed it. In the Christmas card she sent, Dee wrote that she “especially enjoyed the history” I had included. I’m so glad she had the opportunity to read the book before she was called home.

Sincere sympathy is extended to Delores’s entire family. She will be greatly missed, I am sure. May she rest in peace.

 ………………………

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces;. . . 

(Isaiah 25:8)

 

UPDATES COMING!

My friend Cindy, with her daughter Melissa, and Joanne, the woman who entertained us at our church mother-daughter dinner on May 27.

Hello, again. Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve added any new information to this site. I’ve been busy, out and about, with meetings, doctor appointments, dinners, volunteer activities, etc.

What else? Let’s see – following our not-very-successful garage sale on May 16, we’ve been out to lunch a few times with friends, witnessed the Memorial Day program in Boonville, visited a friend who had a book signing in Old Forge,  and worked a shift at the Boonville Black River Canal Museum. I attended the mother-daughter covered dish dinner at our church – without any mother or daughters, since they’re all out of town – but I had a good time anyway, and the food was great. Keith helped with the clean up.  Monday evening, June 1, our Historical Club had its end of the year dinner meeting. We skipped the stamp club dinner meeting Tuesday evening, since we’re trying to get organized to leave for York, Pa., Friday morning, for our granddaughter’s high school graduation. Actually she graduates from Gettysburg High.  

College student Evelyn, the intern at the Boonville Black River Canal Museum, with whom we worked Sunday afternoon, May 31.

But, please stop by again soon. I’ll be posting more happy news - a new twig on the family tree and the latest wedding. Also, coming up – more details about the FIRST ever Druck Family Reunion.

2 GRADUATIONS, A WEDDING, AND A BABY

 

A Happy Graduate With Her Mom

On June 5, we watched as granddaughter Brigitta received her diploma during the commencement program at  Gettysburg Area High School. It brought back memories of my high school graduation – 50 years ago! Wow!  Where has the time gone?

Grandson Joshua also completed his high school requirements.  But since he had been home schooled for the past several years, he didn’t take part in any formal graduation program.

Both Josh and Brigitta will go on to college in the fall. Brigitta will enter West Chester University,  where she’ll major in English; Joshua is headed for Lafayette College, to pursue political science. 

Joshua, with sister Morgan, and mom Diane

 

Both kids are brilliant! And I’d say that even if they were not my grandchildren. Brigitta was a member of the Art Honor Society at Gettysburg HS; she’s also a great writer, and besides listening to music, she enjoys photography. Always an excellent student, Joshua has been in Scouting for many years, and  he’ll soon  become an Eagle Scout in an official ceremony. Both grads have part-time jobs, and of course, I’m very proud of them and their accomplishments.

 

I’m not the only one with family news!

Adam Rojahn, younger son of my cousin Jane Eppley Rojahn, was married on April 25  in Jacksonville, Florida. His beautiful bride Rina is a native of Cambodia, who came to this country at the age of two.

Adam Rojahn and his Bride

There were actually two ceremonies. According to Jane, there was a blessing by four Buddhist monks on Wednesday evening. Thursday there was a rehearsal dinner; the Cambodian wedding was on Friday from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m., and the American wedding took place Saturday evening.  Whew!

 

First-time Grandparents Tim and Jane Eppley Rojahn at Adam's Wedding With Granddaughter Klyie.

And on February 28,  Jane became a grandma for the first time! Kylie Elizabeth Szymanski, daughter of  Cybil Rojahn Szymanski and her husband Gregory, came into the world weighing 5 pounds, 9 ounces, and according to Grandma Rojahn, she  is “probably the cutest baby ever born.”

Gregg and Cybil Rojahn Szymanski with baby Kylie Elizabeth.

DRUCK FAMILY REUNION PLANS

Apparently our Druck Family reunion on July 19 is not the first Druck reunion to take place!

I was surprised when I recently received a  telephone call from  Barry Gordon,  a  grandson of Paul and Edna  Druck. Paul was a son of Arthur Bernard Druck, a son of William Aaron Druck. 

 Barry, who lives in Kentucky, called to say that he was the last president of the Druck reunion.  I was curious and puzzled by his remarks. But  after we peppered each other with questions, we realized that the family reunion to which he was referring was the William Aaron Druck line.

 It was a revelation to learn that other Drucks had met in years gone by. Barry mentioned that he recently turned over all his reunion information to another William Aaron Druck descendant, so my next step is to try to connect with her and discover more Druck family history.

Yesterday, I finally sent out an e-mail announcement to about 70 people about the Druck Family Reunion on July 19 (for all descendants of Johan Georg Druck, the 1741 immigrant), asking for RSVPs.  Now, I need to mail some letters to the not-tech-savvy folks. I’m very excited, but  nervous about the whole thing, and I’m worried we won’t have enough attendees!

For anyone reading this who is a Druck descendant, you’re invited to the reunion. In case you haven’t heard about it, here are the details:

WHEN: Sunday July 19, 12 PM-6 PM

WHERE: Shenberger’s Chapel  Picnic Grove, New Bridgeville, York County, PA

There will be the usual prizes, games for kids, and musical entertainment by The Druck Music Ministry (see link at top right).

Please bring a dish to pass and lawn chairs. Also, your own beverages and place setting! 

 For more information or directions, please call me at (315) 942-4173

or Eileen at (717) 927-6826.

Or email me at jaroutson@aol.com!

HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL AT THE DRUCK FAMILY REUNION!

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS NEW BRIDGEVILLE?

 

A George Druck descendant, George Henry Druck (1879-1951). Photo taken in 1947 (Thanks to Chris McCommons for sharing!)

Plans for the first reunion of all branches of the George Druck family are proceeding!

We have ordered souvenirs for all families, PLUS, there will be lots of surprises. We’ll have  games (NO 3-legged races, thank goodness), raffles, special prizes, door prizes, and  activities for kids.

And don’t forget entertainment by the talented recording artists,

 Druck’s Music Ministry, featuring  our own Ron and Eileen Druck!

We also encourage everyone to bring old family photos, family histories, or other memorabilia to share.

Oh – you should also bring something edible to share and your own place setting, if you can. Don’t worry if you’re traveling. I’m sure we’ll have enough food for everyone. We’re planning to provide beverages, but haven’t gotten that all worked out for sure yet! You might also want to bring some comfortable lawn chairs.

As you probably know by now, the reunion will take place

SUNDAY, JULY 19, FROM NOON TO 6 P.M. (Rain or Shine!)

at Shenberger’s  Chapel Picnic Grounds,  New Bridgeville, PA.

You don’t know how to find New Bridgeville? Neither did I. But it’s very easy. Just follow these directions:

From the square in Red Lion:

• Travel south on Rt 74 several miles until you come to a small rather run down restaurant on the left hand side, with a sign that says “Mack’s.” 
• Turn left there onto Burkholder Rd.
• Travel about 5 miles to a stop sign (this is New Bridgeville).
• Turn left onto New Bridgeville Road. Travel about 1 mile.
• The picnic grounds are on the right – you’ll see swings and a building.
• Eileen and Ron Druck’s driveway is the next one past the picnic grounds – there is a butterfly  and the house number (1023) on the mail post.

From East Prospect:

• Go south towards Craley.
• At the blinking red light, go straight about 4 miles
• The picnic grounds will be on the left (you’ll pass the Drucks’ driveway (#1023), and the next driveway will be the picnic grounds.

From Brogue or the south:

• Go north on Rt. 74 to New Bridgeville Road.
• Make a right
• Travel approximately 5 miles to the picnic grove on the right.

To get to Red Lion from Route 83:

• Take the Leader Heights Exit (No. ??)
• Follow signs for Route 74 all the way through Dallastown to Red Lion, and then follow directions above.

 Coming from anywhere else- Sorry, I’m not good at directions, so I suggest you get a good map! Or log on to MapQuest or something similar (or your GPS). Remember to use 1023 New Bridgeville Road, Wrightsville, as the closest address.

If you have any questions, please email jaroutson@aol.com (Judy Druck Routson) or coolheadred@hotmail.com (Eileen Goodling Druck) or call us (717-927-6826 or 315-942-4173). 

Thanks for visiting this site. Please come back soon to learn more about

the DRUCK FAMILY REUNION!

 

 

GOT DNA?

Hello, again, everyone!

I’ve been busy the past few days, as we continue working out the details of  our first Druck family reunion on July 19. It will be here sooner than we think!

 Along with a steady stream of emails back and forth to York County relatives, I’m trying to unclutter our tiny home in the woods  just a tad, since daughter number one, Kristina, will be visiting from Gettysburg over the weekend. And tomorrow evening, we’re having the neighbors for dinner.

 Since surgery on my neck last fall and the addition of some metal parts and pieces, it’s not flexible at all - so trying to capture those dustbunnies and cobwebs is not an easy task!  Combined with my eBay selling and an early deadline for my weekly newspaper column, things are a bit hectic at the moment.

But we do have a few reunion announcements!  Cousin Sharon Nickol Swope has volunteered to give a PowerPoint presentation about DNA. What’s DNA? We’ve all got it.

 DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid) is the carrier of our genetic information, which passes from generation to generation. Every cell in our bodies, except red blood cells, contains a copy of our DNA. You’ve probably seen it on TV – By scraping the inside of the cheek with a  toothbrush-like cotton swab, an individual can obtain a DNA
sample. These can be tested at a laboratory to determine an individual’s descent. So, this should be a very interesting presentation!

Another interesting feature is a Guess the Candies in a Jarcontest! Cousin Kathie Gettle Boop is taking care of this for us.

And Rhonda Wilson  Shaw – bless her heart! – has taken on the task of ordering T-shirts! These will be sold as a fundraiser, and I’m really excited about this bonus feature.

There will be many door prizes and other prizes, too!  One of the prizes wil be awarded to the winner of our “ice breaker” family history quiz. It should be a lot of fun, as we get acquainted with one another.
We’ll also  be holding a 50/50 raffle to help raise funds to cover the cost of the reunion pavilion – and if any is left over, it will go toward next year’s Druck/Drook reunion. Yes - there are two ways to spell the ancestral name – actually three. But more about that later!

There are many others helping to pull this reunion together, and I appreciate everyone’s help!

A Wet Weekend!

Well, our plans for the Fourth of July did not go as planned. First of all, daughter Kris had to cancel due to last-minute work obligations (she’s a systems analyst at Gettysburg Hospital).

Our plans for dinner on the patio Wednesday evening, July 1, were ruined by a cloudburst, so we crowded into our small dining area. Thursday evening there was to be a concert by our very popular community band in the bandstand in our Little Village Park in the heart of downtown. Unfortunately, it rained most of the day, so the performance was moved to the high school auditorium. It’s just not the same as a concert in the park on a beautiful summer’s eve, with kids dancing around, strawberry shortcake for sale, and lots of conversations with friends and neighbors. So, we stayed home where it was warm and dry.

Friday’s weather was not much of an improvement, but the clouds did disappear a bit in the evening as we headed out to another concert - this by a popular country/western group, playing in our park/playground/pool area, where fireworks were also scheduled to light up the sky at dusk. Just as we approached the park, it rained again! So we listened to the band as we sat in the truck. Skies cleared for a while, but we headed home about 9. Just when we stepped inside our door, the skies opened wide, and the rain came pouring down – again. Needless to say, a lot of people waiting for the fireworks likely got drenched! Saturday was another washout, but on Sunday afternoon the sun did appear in the afternoon. We took a short walk along the canal towpath before the clouds appeared again.

Although it was chilly, the sun shone early this morning, until clouds moved in again in the afternoon. History repeated itself as  showers fell – again – around 6 p.m. I think I’ll soon be sprouting webbed  feet!

The Boonville bandstand, in the village green, has been around since the 1800s.

Meanwhile, during all the inclement weather, I’ve been working on details for the Druck Family reunion on July 19. Watch for the latest updates coming soon!

Tombola Who?

Hi all!
The George Druck Family Reunion is almost here, and I’m sorry I haven’t had time to update this blog lately! Too many last-minute details to take care of.

First, some changes: We’re decided to hold off on the DNA presentation until possibly next year, as cousin Sharon felt there may not be enough interest at this point, since many people are not familiar with DNA testing.

Also, we’ll be doing something a little different as far as fund raising. In addition to selling our T-shirts, we’ll also have what’s called a “Tombola Table.” This idea was suggested by Sharon, who told me that the donated items are displayed on a table. The holder of the first ticket drawn gets his choice of whatever item he wants. The second gets to choose from the remaining items, and so on until all items are gone. We have had many nice donations, including a handcrafted, framed cross-stitch piece from my mother, along with some books and other surprises. Raffle tickets and T-shirt sales, along with donations, will hopefully cover our costs, since we’ve decided a 50/50 raffle is not actually legitimate in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania!

I’m really excited about  all the people who’ve said they are coming to the reunion – at last count about 75! It should be lots of fun! We have some from as far away as Indiana and some from New Jersey. It will be great to meet all these new cousins. Several of those who can’t make it e-mailed some old photos, which are real treasures, as far as family history is concerned. As mentioned in a previous post, the  family name evolved into two additional spellings. In Virginia, Druck became “Trook” and in Ohio and Indiana, it is sometimes spelled “Drook” or maybe “Trook.”  There’s a long story about this, which I’ll save for another time!

Here’s  a photo sent by cousin Carole Trook-Hacker of an early Druck ancestor.  I’ve also inserted a photo of Carole’s father. She writes,“This is a photo of my dad. He worked for the Erie Railroad as a conductor. He worked there for over 35 years. His father was Harry Trook.” His ancestry is as follows: Johan Georg Druck, Nicholas Druck/Trook, Philip Trook, Lemuel Trook, Harry Trook, 

An Early Druck Ancestor

Thanks, Carole, for sharing!

 

Carleton L. Trook

DRUCK FAMILY REUNION 2009

News about the first-ever George Druck Family Reunion in New Bridgeville, York County, Pennsylvania, will be coming soon!

I spent the week following the – dare I say successful? – reunion with my parents in York County for a relaxing and restful respite! On Saturday, July 25, my grandson, Joshua P. Geesey, received the Eagle Scout award, the highest award in scouting. After attending his graduation party on Sunday, the 26th, we headed back to Boonville, arriving home around midnight. 

Needless to say, I had a lot of unpacking and organizing to do…and I’m still trying to get organized! So stop by for another visit soon.  I’ll include reunion and family updates shortly.

Thanks and Thanks and Ever Thanks…

I’ve finallly found a few minutes to update this blog. Sorry, it’s been a while, and news of our first ever family reunion is getting stale.

First: “I can no other answer make but thanks and thanks and ever thanks….. ”

That’s from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Act III, scene 3, lines 14-15.  Not that I’m a Shakespeare fan. I just happened to read it somewhere!  Anyway, many thanks to everyone who in any way helped make the reunion a success. Most of all, thanks to my ever-understanding saint of a husband, Keith. Without his help and support it would never have happened.  He left York the next morning, Monday, July 20, to head home to Boonville, while I spent the week with my parents. On Tuesday, as I was preparing lunch for my dad and I (Mom was golfing), I saw someone walking toward the front door carrying a lovely flower arrangement. My first thought was, “Good heavens, did I forget something – an anniversary, a birthday, etc., etc.?!”

But, no. The deliveryman asked for me! The flowers were from my thoughtful husband. Knowing that I had apprehensions about the reunion, the card he sent with the bouquet read, “You did a super job!”  Wow! How’s that for support?

The Bouquet My Loving Husband Sent Me!

Special thanks also to my mom, my Aunt Martha, and my sister Bobbi, who all helped in the kitchen with preparations before, during, and after the gathering.

And to unofficial “committee” members – Eileen Goodling Druck, Rhonda Wilson Shaw, Sharon Nickol Swope, and Kathie Gettle Boop - many, many thanks are due. Also to Eileen and her husband, Ron Druck, for providing the souvenir pens and the entertainment; to Rhonda for donating part of the T-shirt payment; to Sharon for her donations of door prizes. I can’t forget my daughter Kris, and granddaughters Brigitta and Morgan for helping out with raffle and doorprize tickets. And to everyone who donated to the reunion fund – it was sincerely appreciated! We were able to pay expenses and have money left for next year’s reunion.

The reunion was hectic, but exciting. It was wonderful to meet so many Druck relatives. Everyone seemed interested in learning more about their roots.  We don’t have an exact count of how many attended, but we ran out of nametags – and I brought 100!

The food was awesome! There was enough for 200 people. Thanks so much to all you wonderful York County cooks for that delicious buffet. Many photo memories were taken, including group shots. Thanks to my nephew, Joseph M. “Joe” Druck, for his wonderful work. And thanks to his wife, Mary J. “Jo” Druck for helping to keep the kids busy with crafts and games. Some folks brought old family photos, and some who could not attend sent photos of themselves, as well. All  were  greatly appreciated. 

My mom, Hazel (left), who married a Druck with Rae Burger Gettle, whose mother was a Druck!

 

 

 

 

 

 

To see some of the reunion photos, go to (I hope this works!) 

  http://www1.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=1092672015/a=3832947_3832947/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/

There are other links, thanks to Kathie Gettle Boop and Pat Druck Shaw, but I’ll have to post those later!

Special recognitions were presented  to: Oldest person present –  Jim Gettle; Person with most descendants present: Hazel Druck; Couple married longest – Jim and Rae Burger Gettle; person traveling the farthest – Larry Drook and family from Indiana; youngest present – 10-month-old twins, Jack and Isabella Druck.

 (Coincidentally, my nephew Anthony “Tony” Druck and his wife, Wendy Hess Druck, just became parents of a son, on Friday, July 17 – they named him Jack! He has two older sisters, Cara and Isabella!)

Druck Family Reunion Officers elected were: President – yours truly; vice-president – Rhonda Wilson Shaw; secretary – Kathie Gettle Boop; treasurer – George T. “Ted” Druck. 

A different branch of the George Druck Family

Richard E. Druck with the 1872 wedding certificate of his grandparents, Amos Druck and Eliza Campbell.

Granddaughters Brigitta Kiessling and Morgan Geesey pause during the reunion. (Thanks to Kathie Gettle Boop for the photo!)

Another Year, Another Summer

Mom and her "boy" Tiger

I guess it’s not my parents’  fault that I was born near the end of August – or maybe it is!  But  another birthday  has come and gone, and I’ve always associated the anniversary of my birth with summer’s end. Kids are heading back to school, leaves are beginning to change colors, geese are honking overhead,  night breezes are cooler.  Granted, according to the calendar, summer officially begins June 21 and fall doesn’t arrive until  September 21. But  ever since my childhood days in York Township, Pennsylvania,  summer has always begun in early June when school let out. The season ended when classes began again the first week of September.   

When I looked at the clock the other day, I thought surely something was missing!  Where were the wings? There had to have been wings, because time this summer  certainly flew, just as surely as the robins  have flown south.  As I thought about the exciting things that took place during the past three months, I  realized there were many things I wanted to accomplish, but did not, much to my regret.

Nobody bakes better pies than Mom – especially blueberry! Knowing how much I love blueberries, she baked this for me while I stayed with them!

On the other hand, I’m thankful for the many activities I was fortunate to be a part of, beginning with my eldest granddaughter Brigitta’s high school graduation and celebratory party the first weekend in June. I had lunch and breakfast out with my parents, my sister Bobbi, and my aunt Martha, and dinners out with our daughters a few times while in York; lunch in Boonville once or twice with friends; and we had the neighbors for dinner. Can you tell? Eating is one of my favorite social activities.

Joshua Geesey, right, gets another citation at his Eagle Scout Court of Honor

My younger sister, Bobbi Kehr, at Josh's Court of Honor, July 25, 2009

Two of the most exciting events this summer were our first-ever Druck family reunion and my 50th Dallastown Area High School class reunion. I also spent a wonderful, restful week with my parents. Although I couldn’t access the Internet, I did have time for some reading.

It was a proud occasion when my grandson Joshua received his Eagle Scout award, and a graduation party honoring his accomplishments took place the following day.

Joshua Geesey, front and center, with fellow Scouts at his Court of Honor

His 14-year-old sister, Morgan, spent a memorable week with us, and my son Brian  and daughter-in-law Diane visited for a long weekend. It was fun going to the movies with Morgan and – although I was exhausted – it was a new experience  shopping together for almost a full day at a Syracuse mall, where we met Grandpa Keith for lunch. 

Morgan and her dad, Brian, prepare for some serious tubing on the Black River in Boonville. Morgan's mom Diane also ventured out with them. They all suffered scrapes and bruises when one of their tubes split while on the wicked water!

 On the plus side, though I picked blueberries only once, my freezer is now stocked with this delicious and healthy local fruit.

I’m a bit melancholy about summer’s ending, but there’s still time to enjoy life before winter closes in.

DAHS Classmate and distant cousin Rodney Druck, with wife Betty, enjoy Friday afternoon, August 7, during day one of our 50th class reunion.

More About “THE BOOK”

I had a surprise the other day as I was checking my blog statistics – just to see whether anyone ever really looks at this! And lo, and behold, I noticed an “incoming link.” That means that someone else mentioned my blog somewhere and included my blog’s address.

Jim McClure, historian and editor of   York, Pennsylvania’s York Daily Record, also has a blog on the newspaper’s website, York Town Square. I check his site occasionally, but missed it when he wrote about ME and the family history book, The George Druck Family Chronicle, 1741-2008 on Sunday, August 16! If you’re curious about his post, click on this link:  Druck Valley, Glades area offers beautiful scenery for Sunday <b>…</b> I do have one correction, however. He mentions that the book was published “earlier this year.” Actually, it came out last October!

Also, while attending day one (an informal get-together) of my Dallastown Area High School Class of 1959 50th reunion on August 7, I presented a copy of my book to Dallastown (York County) mayor and former classmate Bev Scott. The book will be added to the Dallastown Historical Society collection. The society building is on Main Steet in Dallastown, where I spent a lot of time in my youth.

Mayor Bev Scott accepts a copy of the Druck Family history book for the Dallastown Historical Society

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIRTHDAY WISHES!

BIRTHDAY WISHES GO OUT TO THREE SPECIAL PEOPLE!

Granddaughter Brigitta Elizabeth Kiessling celebrated her 18th birthday on September 4, the same day my mother, Hazel K. Bentz Druck, celebrated the 86th anniversary of her birth. Brigitta entered West Chester University of Pennsylvania on August 28, where she is majoring in English.  My dad, Benjamin E. Druck, is celebrating 91 years of life on September 14.  Happy Birthday to these September celebrants.

Grandson Joshua Patrick Geesey has made himself at home at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania, where he’s studying political science. Congratulations to Josh and Brigitta on this new phase of their lives (read more about them and see photos on earlier posts).

Of course today – September 11, 2009 – is Patriot Day, the 8th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the U.S.  We should all pause for a moment to remember those who lost their lives in this senseless massacre. Pray it never happens again.

On a happier note – watch for news about two engagement announcements – coming soon!

Not One, but Two!

 

There are two family weddings in the planning stages!

Daughter Number One, Kristina Lynne  Geesey Kiessling, received an engagement ring last week. She and long-time beau, Dan Rebert, are planning a small wedding for either June or July to take place at Camp Nawakwa, where they originally met when they were counselors there a long time ago! Her daughter Brigitta will serve as maid of honor. Dan has been working temporarily in Kansas, so I don’t have a recent photo of him and Kris together, but here’s one of Kris taken in July. Dan spent a week at home in Gettysburg last week, when their engagement was announced.

Several weeks prior to Kris’s  announcement, the youngest of our brood, Amy Sue Routson, became engaged to John Gleim. Amy and John, who went to school together, have not yet decided when or where they will exchange vows.

Kris and Dan are planning a summer 2010 wedding.

Amy, right, and her fiance John Gleim, center, and her dad, Keith, at the Druck Family Reunion in July 2009.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay tuned for breaking news!

Bitten by a Bug

 

Wilbert Landis and Eula Beatrice Druck

Recently I’ve been bitten again by the genealogy bug – and since it’s sunk its teeth into me, I can’t seem to shake it loose! 

Whenever I get new information it just spurs me on to do more research, and from there it just spirals out of control. I’m so thankful to everyone who’s helped fill in all the blank spaces in my Druck family database. There are way too many people to mention, and I don’t want to miss anyone, but thanks loads to all!  Lots of recently discovered cousins have graciously provided data (and photos) about their families, and others I’ve known for a while have also contributed.  The problem is, however, there is still a lot of information out there that I haven’t collected!

Nothing makes a genealogist happier than getting an envelope in the mail with names of next of kin. Or, these days, it could be an e-mail. It may be hard for others to understand my elation, but family history has been my addiction for many years, and it’s hard to break the habit!

(Thanks to distant cousin, Christine Hoffman McCommons for the photo! )

 

An apple a day…

There’s no denying it.  Fall  officially arrived on September 22.  And fall means apples. Ummmm…One of my favorite foods. Americans  reportedly eat 19.6 pounds of apples every year, and I probably eat someone else’s share (and usually the fresh kind)!

When was the last time you bit into a crisp, crunchy apple, straight from the tree? Or tasted an apple pie, warm from the oven? Or had a thirst-quenching glass of cold apple cider? Apple pie is my hubby’s favorite, but since I’m not a pie baker, he usually has to get his fix at a local restaurant or from one of those store-made varities. Or, if he’s lucky, my Mom will have an apple pie ready when we visit.

I know York County, Pennsylvania  grows a lot of apples, but since we currently live in New York State, I have to tout the fact the we’re number two in apple production in the country, producing an average of 29 million bushels of the healthy fruit each year. Pennsylvania is ranked number five.

 Did you know that New York State produces enough apples annually to make over 85 million gallons of cider or 500 million pies? Wow! That’s a lot of pies!

New York’s early settlers brought apple seeds with them from Europe when they arrived in the 1600s. Dried apples were a staple for the colonists and hard apple cider was a popular drink, as they no doubt were for early York Countians, as well.

New York state’s first apple trees took root in the heart of Manhattan, where Peter Stuyvesant planted an apple orchard on his farm.  Records show that an apple tree survived at Third Avenue and 13^th Street until 1866. And how did the apples get to other parts of the country? Have you ever heard the story of Johnny Appleseed?

John Chapman, the legendary Johnny Appleseed, is famous for planting apple trees across the Midwest. But that was after he reportedly planted his first orchard at his uncle’s farm in Olean, New York. Now, over 2,500 varieties of apples are grown commercially in 36 states.

What’s your favorite? Red Delicious? McIntosh? Or maybe the Empire, a cross between these two.  Apples come in all shades of red, green, and yellow, and New York grows more different varieties than any other state. 

A Gala apple sits atop several of the Macoun variety.

Some apple varieties  are known as ” eating” apples and some are known as “utility grade” apples, or apples for baking. Braeburn, Empire, Fuji, Gala, Ginger Gold, Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Macoun, Honeycrisp, and McIntosh are some  good ”eating” apples.  Cortlands, Northern Spies and Baldwins work well for baking.

While New York State can claim ownership of several varieties “born” here, York County, too, has its own apple, the York Imperial. You may have heard of it, but you probably haven’t seen many of them in the supermarket. Jim McClure, editor of The York Daily Record, writes in his York Town blog that the York Imperial is not a good-looking apple, being a bit lopsided and off-color. Although it’s not a popular eating apple, it’s used quite a bit in making applesauce and for dried apple slices.

The York Imperial Apple was reportedly develped in York Township, on what is now the site of present-day Apple Hill Medical Center.  A  bronze plaque at the center pays tribute to the discovery of the fruit, recognized for its exceptional keeping qualities. It’s also known for keeping its texturre and shape when used for baking.

The plaque reads as follows:

THE YORK IMPERIAL APPLE
Was First Propagated About 1820
In This Field By
JONATHAN JESSOP
It Is the Most Widely Known Variety
of Pennsylvania Origin and Has
Contributed Largely to the Horticultural Prosperity of the State

A Tribute by
The State Horticultural Association of Pennsylvania
1920

So, although Pennsylvania is a bit lower in the apple production rankings than New York State, York County has been in the history books for many years as the birthplace of a well-recognized apple variety. And our Druck ancestors probably grew this particular fruit  on their York County farms.

An apple a day not only keeps the doctor away, it may help improve memory and learning, according to the latest research. In fact, the nutrients in apple juice may help prevent age-related brain disorders such as Alzheimer’s disease, and may help to maintain brain performance.

            So eat up! What are you waiting for? 

Fall Fun with Friends in Old Forge

 Last  Saturday, September 19, Keith and I joined our friends Cathy and Terry, and then headed  about 25 miles northeast to Old Forge, New York –  a tourist area within the “Blue Line” of the six-million-acre Adirondack State Park – for a day of shopping, eating, drinking, and just having fun.  It was a gorgeous fall day with cool temps, an incredible blue cloudless sky, and brilliant sunshine.

 Incidentally, the Adirondack Park is truly unique. Created in 1892 by the New York State legislature, it’s about the size of Vermont -  bigger than Grand Canyon and Yellowstone National Parks Combined. With some 2,800 ponds and lakes, more than 30,000 miles of brooks, streams, and rivers, and more than 40 Adirondack Mountain  peaks  that rise about 4,000 feet, the park  is the nation’s largest wilderness preserve outside of Alaska.  And it’s right here in our backyard!

Back to our daytrip to Old Forge: What we didn’t realize until we were on the way, was that it was the annual Old Forge Fire Department’s Fire Training School Weekend – with firefighters from miles around - complete with a parade.  We watched a 45-minute processional down Main Street, with more fire-fighting and rescue apparatus and uniformed fire department personnel than you’ll ever need to see again!

But, we  had a great time, people-watching and shopping at  numerous  gift and souvenir shops, including the Old Forge Hardware Store – which is much more than a hardware store. I bought a paperback Kathy Reichs novel in the book department that I could have gotten  for much less at any other place.  My other purchases around town included a Ziploc bag of lavender (the wonderful aroma convinced me I needed it), a half-pound bag of Black Bear Coffee (another nose-tickler),  and a  “Botanical Essence” hand-poured aromatic candle called “Windsong Balsam” that smells heavenly – just like the woods outside my front door. Why is it I purchase things I don’t need, based on my olfactory nerve? 

Keith takes a break inside Old Forge Hardware Store

 Dinner was  delightful at an old-fashioned inn, complete with a bottle of wine. What more could you ask for?  Except maybe a few more beautiful fall days, complete with the fun and fellowship of friends,  before the snow flies again?

 By the way, Old Forge is also famous for snowmobiling in the winter and its colorful leaves during the autumn “leaf-peeping” season. Check out the leaf-peeper report online at www.oldforgeny.com/leaves. 

Cathy and Terry outside Old Forge Hardware Store

“We Did it With Gusto!”

Today is the birthday of my niece, Jeannie Dianne Druck Riebling. Only she won’t be celebrating with family and friends here on Earth. There’s a star in the heavens named for her.

It’s been there since shortly after her death, which struck suddenly on 20 November 1995. She was 32 years old. 

Born 4 October 1963, Jeannie was the first of four children and the only daughter of my brother George T. “Ted” Druck and his wife, Linda A. Jamison. As a youngster, Jeannie learned to play the guitar and the banjo. She had a great voice and liked to write songs.

A 1985 graduate of Kutztown University, Berks County, Pennsylvania, with a degree in art education, Jeannie took a job as an art teacher at Northeastern Junior High School, Manchester, York County.

She quit teaching after two years to start her own band, the Wretched Outcasts, and to concentrate on her artwork. Jeannie performed lead vocal on many of the songs she wrote, with three or four others of the group providing background. The Wretched Outcasts became very popular in the Baltimore area, where she and her husband lived at the time.

Jeannie had married fellow musician and band member LOREN DAVID RIEBLING in an outdoor ceremony at her parents’ home on 11 September 1993. They had met at a band rehearsal.

“Loren auditioned for drums,” she recalled. “We became best friends. Needless to say, he was hired!”

Jeannie and Loren on their wedding day 11 September 1993.

On a questionnaire for my family history book, “The George Druck Family Chronicle,”  Jeannie  wrote, “I’ve been lucky enough to make careers of my hobbies, music and art.” She added that she still enjoyed drawing and painting. “I also enjoy working out, long hikes in the woods, and photography,” she wrote.

Under the question, “Is there anything else you feel would be interesting or important for future generations to know about you and/or your family?” Jeannie responded:

Jeannie and Loren enjoy experiencing what the world has to offer – and to future generations – let it be known, “We did it with gusto!”

Just three days after her questionnaire was postmarked, Jeannie was gone. At her funeral service on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 25 November 1995, I stood and read what Jeannie wanted us to know – that she and Loren enjoyed life and they lived it “with gusto.”

According to an autopsy report, my oldest niece died as the result of an intercranial embolism. Besides her parents and husband, Jeannie was survived by her paternal grandparents, Benjamin E. and Hazel K. Druck, and three brothers.

Tina Shaw and Winnie Sprague, who had been soloists at Jeannie’s wedding, played the banjo and guitar, while singing Amazing Grace and Dancing with the Angels during her funeral. Susquehanna Memorial Gardens, in York Township, is Jeannie’s final resting place.

A year or so after her death, Loren released a Compact Disc recording of Jeannie’s music that he had produced. It features 15 tracks, all but one of which Jeannie composed. The CD cover and insert also feature her artwork.

And there’s a star in the heavens re-named for Jeannie, as follows:

Know ye herewith that the International Star Registry doth hereby redesignate star number Andromeda RA 2H24M13S D 49° 54′ to the name Jeannie Dianne Druck Riebling. Know ye further that this star will henceforth be known by this name. This name is permanently filed in The Registry’s vault in Switzerland and recorded in a book which will be registered in the copyright office of the United States of America.

Tips to find star: Look centrally between the constellations Andromeda, Perseus, and Cassiopeia. The magnitude is 11.2 so you will need a telescope. The Hubble Guide Star Catalog # is 63302 1496.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEANNIE! We miss you.

 

Jeannie's CD

  

 

 

It’s FIRE PREVENTION WEEK!

About this time of year, more than 60 years ago, my younger brother, George T. “Ted” Druck, suffered serious burns over much of his body. Ted fell, bottom first, into a large kettle of hot fat. He remembers the accident and claims he was three years old when it happened.

Toddler Ted, right, with big sister Judy, who did not - and still does not - like to have her photo taken!

Family members have different recollections. Some think  Ted was possibly four or five years old, but it’s the general consensus that several adults were rendering fat outdoors to make soap. In 1946-47, soap making was a common practice on the family farm.

Discarded animal fat was heating to a high temperature in a big round cast-iron pot atop an open fire in our grandpa’s backyard. A cousin, a few years older, was teasing Ted with a section of rubber hose, pretending it was a snake. They were playing dangerously close to the fire.

Hurrying to escape the “snake,” my frightened brother backed up and toppled into the bubbling cauldron. “He came out faster than he went in,” said my father, who swooped up Ted and tore off his clothes. But it was too late. My brother suffered severe burns, mostly on the buttocks, but also around his ankles, because adults couldn’t get his shoes off fast enough.

Ted still remembers the traumatic episode and the pain he suffered. Fortunately, he made a rapid and complete recovery, but the ankle scars remain.

I thought of this childhood incident –  and several other family fire-related casualties -  when I learned that Fire Prevention Week 2009 focuses on burn awareness and prevention. Sponsored by the National Fire Protection Association, the theme is “Stay Fire Smart! Don’t Get Burned.”

Did Mrs. O’Leary’s cow really kick over the lantern that started the Great Chicago Fire on October 8, 1871? Contrary to popular legend, there is no real proof that one of Mrs. O’Leary’s five milk cows started the tragic conflagration that killed more than 250 people, left 100,000 homeless, and destroyed more than 17,400 structures. Although the fire began on October 8, it continued to burn into the next day, when it actually did its most damage.   

Making soap the old-fashioned way.

 Back in 1831,  a group of fire marshals decided that the anniversary  of the Great Chicago Fire should be observed in a way that would keep the public informed about the importance of fire prevention. The result: Fire Prevention Week. In 1920, President Woodrow Wilson issued the first National Fire Prevention Day proclamation; since 1922, Fire Prevention Week has been observed on the Sunday through Saturday period in which October 9 falls. Every year since 1925, America’s president has signed a proclamation proclaiming a national observance during that week. 

To learn more about how to protect your loved ones from fire and serious burns, log on to www.firepreventionweek.org.

Ted and his wife, Linda, 2005.

Another Road Trip and Another Family Reunion

Remember MASH, the popular TV series that ran in the 70s and early  80s,  about a bunch of doctors and nurses serving with a mobile army surgical unit  in South Korea? Remember Corporal Max Klinger played by Jamie Farr? Farr was born in Toledo, Ohio. His character, Klinger, was also from Toledo. On the show he often referred to Tony Packo’s, famous for its Hungarian hot dogs. Naturally, the restaurant  gained world-wide recognition as a result, and it’s  now a favorite tourist spot on the  east side of  Toledo, complete with gift shop.  Still famous for its hot dogs and chili, they also specialize in ”pickles & peppers” and ”fried pickles.” It’s where we had lunch this past Saturday, October 10.

On Friday, Keith and I drove to the Toledo area to visit one of his cousins (Susan “Su” Warner) and her husband, Ian Elliot. They hadn’t seen each other in many years. We originally planned the trip last year about this time, but had to cancel because of my unexpected neck surgery.

 The road trip from Boonville to Toledo was a long one. We left at 7:30 in the morning and arrived at 5 p.m. We made  lots of stops along the way  so that I could get out and stretch. And the continual rain slowed us down considerably. 

Keith and his cousin, Susan "Su" Warner Elliot, originally from York, Pa.

But the drive was well worth it! Su and Ian provided gracious hospitality. We had a wonderful time visiting and getting re-acquainted, reminiscing and looking at old photos. Keith’s mother and Su’s  mother were sisters. The family consisted of parents Luther and Pauline Klinedinst Lehr,  and seven daughters: Mary Evelyn, Dorothy Geraldine (Su’s mother), Pauline Elizabeth, Catherine Ella (Keith’s mother), Mildred Virginia, Madelyn Bernice, and Helen Louise.  All but Madelyn and Helen have passed away.

 During our discussions, we decided that maybe it was  time to hold a Lehr family reunion, something that hasn’t taken place since who knows when! (Oh, no, not another family reunion!) I’ll help, but I’m counting on Su to contact her Lehr cousins and organize the gathering. Although the family at one time held annual Christmas get-togethers, in recent years the tradition has fallen by the wayside. Keith and Su are now realizing how important it is to keep in touch with family and hope to become more diligent in this regard.

Saturday turned out bright and sunny, but a bit cool.  Ian took us on a short tour of the Toledo area, and lunch was at the famous Tony Packo’s Cafe.  The restaurant was interesting and lots of fun, but unfortunately I forgot my camera, so have no shots of us eating lunch there. I did, however, buy a souvenir T-shirt and Keith bought a jar of their renowned pickles and peppers! (www.tonypackos.com).

Su, Ian, and Keith

During our  afternoon drive, we also visited the Toledo Museum of Art, where there was a special exhibit in the glass pavilion, called Chihuly Toledo!by famous glass artist Dale Chihuly. Truly amazing sculptures from colored glass! (www.toledomuseum.org)

 Our  trip home was even longer than Friday’s, and we didn’t arrive back in Boonville until around midnight Sunday. A fast weekend, but – as stated earlier – well worth the effort.

 

ANNIVERSARIES – OF ONE KIND OR ANOTHER

At Nags Head with Granddaughter Amy Summer 1998

Bobbi, center, with big sister Judy and brother Ted, right.

Catherine “Kit” Lehr and Jack Routson, 1942

Last Saturday, October 17, was an anniversary. So is today, October 24. There was also one on October 19, and there’ll be others  next week.

The October 17 anniversary was the wedding variety, but probably not too many people noticed it. Even Keith wasn’t aware that it was during World War II on this day in 1942 that his mother, Catherine Ella Lehr, and his father, Wilbur Jackson “Jack” Routson, Jr., were united in marriage . I’m not sure if the ceremony took place at a church, but if it had, it was probably at Messiah Lutheran, in York, Pa., since the late Rev. William A. Janson, who was pastor at that church, performed the ceremony.

Catherine was born in York, Pennsylvania, on June 29,  1923, one of seven daughters of  Luther Lehr and his wife, Pauline Klinedinst. Next week, October 28, will be the one-year anniversary of Catherine’s death, at the age of 82. Jack was born on  January 19, 1923, in Glen Rock, York County, the son of Wilbur Jackson Routson, Sr., and Mabel LaMotte. Jack passed away in March of 2000.  We miss them both.

Last Monday, October 19, was the anniversary of the birth of my one and only sister, Barbara Jean “Bobbi” Druck Kehr. Bobbi graduated from Dallastown Area High School in 1963, and on May 4, 1968, she married Red Lion, York County,  native Michael Robert Kehr.

My brother George Theodore “Ted” Druck, the oldest of three sons and second child of Benjamin E. Druck and Hazel K. Bentz, celebrates his birth anniversary today,  October 24.  He arrived when I was 14 months old. A 1960 graduate of Dallastown Area High School, he and his wife, the former Linda A. Jamison, had four children: Jeannie (deceased), Tedd, Jeff, and Tony. They have six grandchildren.

Next Friday, October 30, marks the one-year anniversary of my neck surgery, from which I am still recuperating! That same day is the 28th birthday of our nephew, Zachary Routson, son of Keith’s younger brother, Randy and his wife Pat Routson. Happy Birthday, Zach! And Happy Belated Birthday to my siblings, Bobbi and Ted.

 

Bobbi, center, with big sister Judy and brother Ted, right.

Halloween Weekend in Pa.

Artistic Halloween Creations

Happy Halloween, a week late!

 I’m just now finding time to update this blog, after a busy week, and having spent last weekend in Pennsylvania.

Diane and Brian relaxing after lunch!

We traveled to Adams County last Thursday, October 29, and stayed with daughter number one, Kristina, at her Gettysburg home.

A photo of granddaughter Brigitta taking a photo!

 The reason for the trip: Keith’s York Suburban High School class had an informal gathering at a place in East York called Porky’s on Friday evening, October 30. It wasn’t an elaborate affair, but the pulled pork and chicken were excellent! The party only lasted for a few hours, but Keith was happy to see some old classmates.

On Saturday, October 31, Kris hosted lunch at her house. Our son  Brian and daughter-in-law Diane, along with our granddaughter Morgan and a friend joined us, as did daughter Amy and her fiance John. Kris’s daughter Brigitta interrupted her studies at West Chester University  to spend the day with us. The girls spent most of  the afternoon carving pumpkins, and Morgan and her friend had fun dressing up for Halloween.

Morgan and her friend, Bri, ready for Halloween!

Kris, Amy, Diane, and I spent most of the day reviewing Kris’s wedding plans, while the guys relaxed on the sofa! Unfortunately, Kris’s fiance, Dan, wasn’t there, as he’s still working in Topeka, Kansas. And we missed grandson Joshua, Morgan’s brother, who’s studying hard at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania.

We left Gettysburg Sunday morning en route to Boonville, with a stop on the way to deliver Brigitta to WCU  (in  the Philadelphia area), before continuing home. It was a long trip, and with the change to Standard Time, we didn’t arrive home until after dark.

Bri and Morgan, front; Brigitta, back, with the finished Jack O'Lanterns

As usual, though, the trip was worth the backache! Not only did we get to see kids and grandkids, we also visited one of Keith’s aunts (Madelyn Thompson) and my parents on Friday. As usual, Mom had prepared dinner for us – a wonderful Pennsylvania Dutch meal of hog maw! But afterward we headed to Keith’s party; I was stuffed!

On Monday evening, November 2, I attended our Boonville Historical Club meeting, where we heard an excellent presentation by the local Catholic priest, Father Sean O’Brien, who is also a commander in the Naval Reserves. While he talked, he  showed computerized photos of his time in Afghanistan. It was  a real eye-opener.

Stamp Club was Tuesday night, but at the last minute, I decided not to make the trip to New Hartford – about 35 miles one way. Well, actually Keith usually drives me, but he wasn’t too enthusiastic about going, either. Sorry to say, my philatelic adventures have sort of fallen by the wayside – but only temporarily, I hope.

I’ve spent most of the remainder of the week setting up a blog site for the historical club (see the link at the top of  the right-hand side or click here: www.boonvillehistoricalclub.wordpress.com), and listing/re-listing items on my eBay site (JKBooksAndMore). It’s fun, but time consuming!

John and Amy