Posts Tagged ‘Lucille Edna Mulder Zuidweg’

My cousin Susie (actually my  mom’s cousin, but that’s being picky)  sent me some treasures the other day.

Here is one of my favorite people, my maternal Grandmother, in a color or tinted photo I’ve never seen before.

(Lucille) Edna Mulder

Then there were some newspaper clippings. In the first one, Grandpa is in a photo I’ve shared on here before, but it’s attached to a little story in the “Looking Back” section of the Kalamazoo Gazette. The photo is of my grandfather, who shared the image and the story.

The next clipping is a mention of my grandparents’ 65th wedding anniversary in the same newspaper (not the same issue).

And, finally, this clipping is an announcement for the senior community where my grandparents lived during their last few years.

I often think of how much I miss these two.

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My grandmother, (Lucille) Edna Mulder Zuidweg, was born 105 years ago today. This is a page from her 1929 high school graduation scrapbook. There is a photo of Grandma–maybe her senior pic–and one of Grandma (the Class Historian), Blanche Stauffer (Valedictorian), and Grandma’s sister Dorothy Mulder Plott (Salutatorian). In the 3rd photo, five girls are in dresses decorated with ribbon or twine.

You can read more about the graduation of these young ladies in Who Put the Ring Stain on the Scrapbook? and in Scrapbook Treats.

What do you think about the dresses on those girls? I don’t know why this photo is on the same page with the others or the meaning of it. Any ideas?

I can’t let an April 17 go by without thinking a lot about Grandma. She was a wonderful grandmother and inspirational to me in many ways.

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As a high school student at Caledonia High School in Michigan in the 1920s, my grandmother, Lucille Edna Mulder, was a good student. As I have written about before, she was Class Historian at graduation–and kept a beautiful graduation scrapbook.

She also kept a meticulous notebook for botany class. Here is a slideshow of the entire book. I will post a few still images below the slideshow.

Did you ever record precise information like this for a homework assignment? If so, do you think you learned from it?

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These dried flowers look like nature prints! I wish I had been required or encouraged to keep a notebook like this.

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The next paragraph of the interview of Grandpa really stirs up my memories of my grandparents. (Remember that this interview was conducted in 1994. Grandpa and Grandma have been gone 13 years now).

Adrian is still very close to his children. He has twice weekly if not daily contact with all three. Adrian and Edna also have six grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren and love to show you their pictures! They are looking forward to Thanksgiving when they will have 34 members of their family over for dinner. “Nobody can cook like Edna,” Adrian proclaims. (I know I gained three pounds eating her baked goods during the interviews!)

One of the most special parts of living in Michigan (until I moved away in 1990) was that my grandparents always visited. They didn’t wait for their children and grandchildren to come visit them, they got in their car (Grandpa driving as Grandma did not drive) and came to see us. When I lived at home with my parents, they visited there. And when I got married and had my own apartment and then house, they visited me, too.

During the summer and fall they always brought vegetables grown in their garden and a jar of Grandma’s ratatouille. In the winter they brought Grandma’s cookies or fruit bread.

Here is Grandma’s recipe for Pumpkin Bread, which I am sharing through the old recipe card I wrote myself. Bake 1 hour or 50 means an hour or 50 minutes, but don’t get mad at my lack of clarity if you mess it up ;).

Just because they visited us often, doesn’t mean we didn’t go see them. At one point they moved very close to where my husband and I lived, and I liked to stop by their house. I never left without something special clutched in my hands–zucchini, zucchini bread, an old newspaper article.

My own kids admiring their great-grandparents' flowers

My own kids admiring their great-grandparents’ flowers

My grandparents doted on their family, and we felt the same way about them.

Grandma holding her first grandchild (that's me)

Grandma holding her first grandchild (that’s me)

I hope you’ll stay tuned for Part XII or “The Final Episode” of Grandpa’s story . . . .

Here are the first parts of the story:

Click this link for Part I

Click this link for Part II

Click this link for Part III

Click this link for Part IV

Click this link for Part V

Click this link for Part VI

Click this link for Part VII

Click this link for Part VIII

Click this link for Part IX

Click this link for Part X

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