Hello! It was so nice to talk with you today. I just love
the
Walton's
Mountain website and have been reliving memories as I read it of all
the
fun on the farm as a child. Also,remembering the get togethers at the
farm
and Great Grandpa Walton loving to see all the kids- I remember
his
cane and him sitting in the white wooden lawn chairs by the picnic
table.
I remember the first time I had parsley buttered potatoes at a reunion
and I thought someone had dropped them in the grass and was kind of
afraid
to try them. I remember going canoeing with Uncle Ray on the Kickapoo
and
our canoe tipped over. I remember Grandma shouting out youhoo if
someone
was calling for her outside and she was up in
the garden. I also remember being forbidden to go in the calf pen as I
tamed a newborn calf so much that it kept getting in Grandpa's way when
he let it out of the pen. I remember seeing a cow with mastitis and I
wouldn't
eat macaroni and cheese for ages no matter what! Lori and I were
talking
about Tinker the dog up on the farm and how great he was. So many
memories
and now that's all we have for the ones who have passed on. It would be
interesting if everyone wrote in a few memories to share with each
other
of things they did or funny stories like Dad sitting up in the windmill
when he didn't want to get in trouble for something he did. We also
talked
about the Doberman Uncle Bill gave to Dad and how a salesman came when
they were away and when they got home the guy had been standing on a
bench
for quite awhile because he walked in the yard without official
approval
from them. Needless to say the poor man was glad to see them get home
so
he could get down from the bench. All the little Walton descendants
would
have a lot of fun on those farms. Those were truly fun times. Take care
and God Bless!
God Bless!
Mary Johnson- Bob's daughter
From Lori Krug:
One of the pleasant memories I have about the farm and
growing
up
near grandma and grandpa Walton's was the great food that Grandma would
make out of the garden. The best side dish we had was fresh new
potatos
and garden peas creamed. Do I ever miss that! Grandma was
and
is such a good cook! Away from the food issues that we Waltons are
known
for, we sure had lots of fun together during the winter. I
remember
one year when Mom, Sharon and Judy joined in with us kids and went
sledding
down the big road from the highway to the driveway. We never
laughed
so hard when our moms were sledding down that hill! Those
weekends
when Jack and Judy and Sharon and Harlen would come home and we'd all
get
together, I'll cherish forever. We kids would play in the living
room while you'd hear a chorus of laughter coming from the kitchen
during
a hotly contested game of cards.
Uncle Ray is certainly a big part of the humorous side of my memory
bank.
I recall when we lived on the farm off Highway 61 above Grandma and
Grandpa's
and he and Aunt Edith were visiting. He climbed up in one of the
trees in our front yard and started mimicking an ape. He also
taught
us the secret of "flying". Where he learned it, I'll never know,
but he took a large mirror off the wall and set it up on two
chairs.
A person would stand on either end of the mirror with their nose lined
up against the side of the mirror. The person "flying" would lift
one leg and one arm simultaneously and it would appear as if they were
flying. These are a few of many happy memories that I recall. If
more come to mind that others would appreciate, I'll be sure to
write.
Thanks for the memories and the LOVE! Lori 10/01/99
From Jennifer Benson (Judy Agemas
daughter)
01/08/2000...I love your new additions to the web
page. I
read
all the Walton stuff and laughed and cried for about an hour!
Especially
at the poem you linked to my mom
It's very nice to have our whole family on the net
to share
with each other. I was remembering a story about the farm when I was
little-
about 8 I think. My brother J.J. and I walked to the old schoolhouse up
the road from the farm with Steve and Brad and we came across a lot of
old junk in there that belonged to the person who owned it. Well we
dragged
an antique sewing machine that weighed about a hundred pounds to us
kids,
all the way back to the farm..Boy did we get it! We had to drag it all
the way back up there because it was not ours..what a funny day that
was!
I will never forget it. My mom was really mad! Anyway, I look forward
to
your updates all the time. Hope to talk to you soon! Jennifer
From Sam Agema Jaunary 11, 2000
Dear Jack: I feel obligated to add a few lines to your
memory bank,
this 11th day of January, 2000
Back in 1933-34-35 I was a pretty constant visitor to the
Walton
farm home as your Aunt Ruth and I had quite a romantic adventure (or
two)
and one which is most vivid in my mind is about timing - your
grandmother
Emma had laid laws down pertaining to exit time for me at 9:00 pm -
(Ruth
was teaching at this time) so she could get proper rest for her job-
well
...this one nite when Grandpas big open face clock read nine- I set
it back an hour! Would you beleive it! In another hour, I set
it
back another one!! Now a week later I heard through the grapevine
Grandpa
Walton could not figure what happened to his "old faithful" not
registering
the right time after winding by key and setting his most favorite clock
in the house. Needless to say your good old uncle (Sam) never told what
really happpened!!
To add another episode to your memory bank: I
remember
the weekend we were at the farm (one of so many) and Jerry and you guys
together played hide and go seek especially in the hay mow! Jerry had
some
problems with asthma.. boy did he get puffed up in the face coughing
etc.
We had to take him to the hospital in Boscobel for care and relief. He
survived it well and we were relieved!!
One more note: You mention our Judy
with love and reverence....
we do appreciate that so much..her loss almost broke our hearts.. with
utmost faith we survive!! Also noting that our son Sammy Jr is buried
at
Mt Zion Cemetery these many years ago! We never forget him to this very
day!! We both... and I have been reminded so very much of the events
that
you write about and I tell you true...we appreciate all your efforts to
put in writing the events you describe so fluently.. God Bless
you
Jack..."and all your family"
Your Uncle Sam
A Letter from Ruth Agema: (to the Methodist minister of Mt Zion Methodist church)
November 16, 2006
Dear Pastor Pegram:
I am pleased to enclose a $100 check to be used for the Mt
Zion Methodist church.
I am the last surviving child of the Joseph E. and Emma M. Walton
family. My nephew John (Jack) Walton, who attended the services for the
official closing of the 1881 church building and opening of the new
church, sent me the information on the church web site. He also sent me
the internet link to the history of the 1881 church which was written
by my sister-in-law Hazel Walton. Reading the history and looking at
the pictures of the 1881 building and Hurlbut Hall brought back so many
fond memories. My husband, Samuel W. Agema and I (Lillian Ruth Walton)
were married in the Mt Zion church on June 11, 1938. The marriage
ceremony was performed by Rev. John T. Agema, Sams father who was
pastor of the Mt Zion and Boscobel Methodist churches at that time.
Some of my earliest childhood memories are of attending church
and Sunday school in Mt Zion.
I also taught Sunday school and served as church organist in the
1930's. Finally the church cemetery is the resting place for my husband
and infant son (Sammy Jr) as well as most of my fathers family. I
certainly wish I could have been at the service last week but travel is
difficult for me at this time in my 92nd year.
God Bless you and your work.
Note from John: Such
neat
thoughts
about life at the farm and feelings about some special people. Thanks
for
all the thoughts so
far! Click
Here to Go to more Memories....John
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