tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33823347155816455212024-03-13T20:24:15.407-07:00View From the BluffsA Dubuquer's DiaryBarbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-66466247843212717952009-05-14T13:21:00.000-07:002009-05-16T21:39:38.384-07:00Making Do: A Tribute To My MotherAnd to her ability to keep a roof over our heads, food on our table, and clothes on our backs,All without us ever feeling in any way deprived or worse off than others. Helen Marie Andresen Holz 1914 - 1998 As I struggle with our chaotic, overscheduled household and the teetering economy, I wonder how my mother did it. I find myself striving to follow her examples of balance, frugality and Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-73047622189226414922009-03-24T22:32:00.000-07:002019-12-09T13:04:19.445-08:00A Womans' History Month Tribute to My Sister
Jeanne Marie Holz Simmons
1952~2002
I was eleven years old and in sixth grade when Jeanne, the fourth of us five sisters was born. Holz’s Harem, Dad lovingly called us.
From the beginning, she was special. She had dimples; none of the rest of us did. Well, maybe Carolyn had a couple. She had a lovely long curly strawberry-blond pony tail that reached below her Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-31354277331599253462009-01-15T23:39:00.000-08:002009-01-15T23:47:56.227-08:00Winter in My Home Away From HomeWinter in Rochester as I remember it in the late 1950s. Since we were only allowed two visits home that first winter in nurses' training at St. Mary's, we often trudged the long blocks downtown for a break, where the sole Mayo Clinic building towered over the city.Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-1380038118200920992009-01-15T23:07:00.000-08:002009-01-15T23:34:24.019-08:00Winter Memories of the 1950sThe crunch of snow with each step in 20 degree below weather...The sound of loose tire chains clanking against the inside of the car fenders as cars and buses accelerated to crest Dubuque's steep snow-packed hills...The repetitive sound of the snow shovel against cement from November through March, day in and day out...Checking the overnight snowfall first thing in the morning, despite the fact Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-3826389739944547302009-01-15T22:35:00.001-08:002009-01-15T22:35:20.301-08:00Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-15215446337324631662009-01-15T21:37:00.000-08:002009-01-17T07:48:16.231-08:00Winter SnowWere severe winters so commonplace in Iowa that my ancestors didn't choose to photograph them? I found only these in my collection. And, did 1943 to 1949 see record snowfalls in Dubuque? And if not, why did my father take only these? The first photo was taken about 1943 and I'm standing next to a family heirloom that I would dearly love to find. I was told that my great-grandfather, M. F. MichelsBarbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-76419481463750546002008-11-27T09:57:00.000-08:002009-01-15T23:01:20.550-08:00My husband and I have been blessed with children, grandchildren, close friends, good health, and curious minds. Today we will remind ourselves not to take them for granted.Barbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382334715581645521.post-68090227238650873982008-11-22T16:22:00.000-08:002008-11-22T16:41:37.709-08:00Why This Blog?Although it's been many years since I've lived in Dubuque, Iowa, I've always considered myself a Dubuquer. I have many wonderful memories of growing up during the 1940s and 50s and am afraid they'll be lost if I don't write them down. I think a blog is the perfect way to share my stories with my family, don't you?I've recently discovered beautifully designed and written blogs by some of my fellowBarbara Holz Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738456064675078606noreply@blogger.com0