Thur - Fri worked both days - nice weather
Eartha Kitt, who rose from the Southern cotton fields to captivate audiences around the world with sultry performances as a singer, dancer and actress, died on Thursday at the age of 81. She was widely associated with Christmas because of her hit "Santa Baby." The song, recorded in 1953, went gold this year and she received the gold record before she died.
Complete Reuters Obituary
Some might say that this period marked the beginning in the United States of "The Fifties". The Korean War had ended with a truce some six months earlier, and this holiday period was welcomed by many as the threat of an immediate nuclear "hot war" receded.
The hot holiday movie release was The Glenn Miller Story, and the new Christmas song was Santa Baby, as performed by Eartha Kitt. We were still a year away from Elvis, but rock and roll was clearly coming. The first color televisions (from RCA) were put on sale on December 30th, at a price of just over $1000, and the Rose Parade was broadcast in color for the first time on January 1st, 1954.
Source: Time Magazine
Was Resident of City One Week
Laurence M Peterson, 72, a resident of Lebanon only a week, died last night at his home, 302 East South Street, after a serious illness of two and one half months.
A realtor with Spana & Company of Indianapolis, Mr. Peterson moved here after residing in Indianapolis 16 years.
He was a native of Boone County, born March 9, 1881 the son of William and Lucinda (Cory) Peterson and was married in Indianapolis August 31st, 1907 to Elsie Stephens, who survives. Mr. Peterson was a member of Tabernacle Presbyterian Church in Indianapolis.
A brother, Jesse F. Peterson of Cleveland, O., one niece and a nephew also survive. Two brothers are deceased.
Services will be held at 2pm Wednesday at the Russel and Hitch funeral home with the Rev. Arthur Kortling in charge. Burial will be in Oak Hill Cemetery. Friends may call at the funeral home.
Posting will start in earnest on the 21st - nearly on a daily basis until next December. And I'll be ading more historical (and personal) notes as we continue this journey.
Honk was born in 1898, Helen in 1901. They were married on June 14th, 1948. Helen passed away in 1990, Honk died in 2001, a day away from his 103rd birthday. I bought the place out of his estate in 2002.
They had no children - Helen had children by a previous marriage who were the executors. After the sale, all of the home contents were sold at auction, but a lot of stuff was simply thrown out.
The farm originally had something over 100 acres - Honk and Helen raised corn, soybeans and cattle. He also worked on the railroad, for the old Monon line, and Helen was an RN, a graduate of a certificate program for nurses at a now defunct hospital (Williams) in Lebanon, the county seat. Honk had a crop in the ground and cattle in the pasture until 1996.
Helen was also a diarist - and I recovered her papers covering the years 1953-54 and 1973-74 from the flotsam and jetsam after the auction. These are the diaries that will be preserved on this blog - a snapshot into the daily life of a Hoosier farm couple from a half century ago, records of momentous events (Milan's basketball championship, the Nixon resignation, the 1973 oil crisis ) from the perspective of an American small town in the heartland.
Starting November 1st, I will post here the contents of the 1953-54 diary, which runs to December 1st, 1954. The following August (2010) I'll start the contents of the 1973-74 diary, which runs to September 7th, 1974.
There won't be a post every day - the blog will follow the diary, and Helen didn't write every day. Some entries will consist of nothing more than a record of the weather. Other will have visits to friends and neighbors chronicled. But every one will be real - this is peering into the past, if through a darkened glass, and discerning how much has changed, and indeed, how much has not.
Occasionally I'll try to post more biographical information - we've begun something of a hunt for records and family history on this couple. I'll definitely get a picture up before too much longer. Perhaps our affinity is merely the result of living in the same place, but I think we share an affinity in temperament, too. There are times I think they're still hanging around, watching as we clean and scrub, gather eggs, feed cattle and shear sheep. I'd like to think they'd approve of the changes we've made.
We did locate their final resting place this past summer: it's less than a mile from the house. And we took them a sunflower, and promised to do our best to keep their memory alive. And to take good care of the farm and the land.
And that's why we're here, on Blogger.
See you November 1st, 1953.
Dave & Lorraine Haxton