TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER

MEMORIES OF GRANDMOTHER LINDAUER

Peggy Kidd Powers remembers Grandmother Lindauer…

I remember the first time I went to Forrest City [Arkansas] to see grandmother Lindauer in the late 1920s. We caught the train in downtown Fort Worth. I remember going into the depot and how big it was. The train also looked huge.

Grandmothers house was built on a rolling hill. The black walnut tree was so tall, flowers were everywhere. There was a cellar under the back part of the house full of canned fruits and vegetables. There were several tin covered sheds out in the back. Grandmother would dry fruit on the top of one shed. She would take the fruit in at night. There were trees everywhere; pine, hickory nut, peach and more. There were all kinds of berries and grandmother‘s big garden, the family’s country store.

Uncle Fred and Aunt Bessie lived a short distance from the farmhouse. They were so gracious to us, always made us feel welcome. Uncle Fred showed us the flowers. Their yard was a show place. Aunt Bessie had arthritis so bad her fingers were crippled almost beyond use. They lived in a little frame house and later built a lovely brick home.

Grandmother Lindauer was so good and kind, killing chickens and taking them to the sick or just to a friend or neighbor. She always seemed so sad, I really can’t ever remember seeing her smile or being happy very much. I’m sure she missed her family in Germany. She got to go back to visit twice, once she took her son Henry.

Grandmothers life was just a big hunk of work, work, work. She could saw a tree down and chop it up for firewood better than most men. In her garden she raised honeybees for honey, canned fruits and vegetables, sewed for the children that she bore. It was almost a religion that nothing was to be wasted. She always read her German Bible and prayed in the German language. I know grandfather was just as sweet and good and kind, but he passed away before I was born, so I never had the pleasure of knowing him.

Uncle Bob and Aunt Lily lived in the farm house until their deaths. He in 1988, she died before that. It was a joy to visit them, just plain countryfolk, no pretense at all, always loved to see you coming to visit. Their yard was a pretty sight with the many flowers and tall trees of all sorts. There were fruit trees and a big garden with all kinds of vegetables in it. They always insisted on sending you away with lots of produce and fruit, honey, eggs and any kind of flower you would want.
How much better our world would be if everyone was like the Lindauers.
We are thankful for a Christian heritage.

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	MEMORIES OF GRANDMOTHER LINDAUER
	Peggy Kidd Powers remembers Grandmother Lindauer… I remember the first time I went to Forrest City [Arkansas] to see grandmother Lindauer in the late 1920s. We caught the train in downtown Fort Worth. I remember going into the depot and how big it was. The train also looked huge. Grandmothers house was built on a rolling hill. The black walnut tree was so tall, flowers were everywhere. There was a cellar under the back part of the house full of canned fruits and vegetables. There were several tin covered sheds out in the back. Grandmother would dry fruit on the top of one shed. She would take the fruit in at night. There were trees everywhere; pine, hickory nut, peach and more. There were all kinds of berries and grandmother‘s big garden, the family’s country store. Uncle Fred and Aunt Bessie lived a short distance from the farmhouse. They were so gracious to us, always made us feel welcome. Uncle Fred showed us the flowers. Their yard was a show place. Aunt Bessie had arthritis so bad her fingers were crippled almost beyond use. They lived in a little frame house and later built a lovely brick home. Grandmother Lindauer was so good and kind, killing chickens and taking them to the sick or just to a friend or neighbor. She always seemed so sad, I really can’t ever remember seeing her smile or being happy very much. I’m sure she missed her family in Germany. She got to go back to visit twice, once she took her son Henry. Grandmothers life was just a big hunk of work, work, work. She could saw a tree down and chop it up for firewood better than most men. In her garden she raised honeybees for honey, canned fruits and vegetables, sewed for the children that she bore. It was almost a religion that nothing was to be wasted. She always read her German Bible and prayed in the German language. I know grandfather was just as sweet and good and kind, but he passed away before I was born, so I never had the pleasure of knowing him. Uncle Bob and Aunt Lily lived in the farm house until their deaths. He in 1988, she died before that. It was a joy to visit them, just plain countryfolk, no pretense at all, always loved to see you coming to visit. Their yard was a pretty sight with the many flowers and tall trees of all sorts. There were fruit trees and a big garden with all kinds of vegetables in it. They always insisted on sending you away with lots of produce and fruit, honey, eggs and any kind of flower you would want. How much better our world would be if everyone was like the Lindauers. We are thankful for a Christian heritage.

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