Henry William, grandson Russell, son Otto, grandchildrenVirginia and Donovan in front My dad didn't grow up on a farm. He was a town kid, but when I was a child, we bought a farm near Ruthven, Iowa. It wasn't just a place to live, but dad wanted to do some farming. It was only 80 acres, and he had a job too, so it was just a way to get a bit more income, and perhaps a way to rekindle some fond memories of his grandparent's farm north of Dunlap, Iowa. I never knew about this place until I was grown. But it must have been quite the farm. Above is a photo I received from Marge Hoster. It probably doesn't do justice to the farm, but you can see the large barns and house in the background. Here is a closer picture of the house. And another view: Henry's aunt, Helena Flier Mersmann, would visit from St. Louis every summer. She had such a good time I'm told and loved the experience staying at this farm. Aunt Anna made a beautiful wooden box for her t
This is a a way for me to share some of the photos I've found over the years, and also some of the research I've done on various families.I want this to be a collection of stories and photos, and not a family tree. Please leave a comment, even if just to say hi. I welcome discussion on any of these posts.