Old Trunks wants you to think about what female maladies were the most popular in the early 1900's and if you are a nurse, if they are still the most common complaints. OR if you are a female, did you have or do you have these complaints.
Lydia Pinkham put her name on bottles of vegetable compounds which is a positive cure. Yes, readers, another snake oil story!!!
It is for all those painful complaints and weaknesses to the female population.
All ovarian troubles
Inflammation and ulcers
Falling and displacements
Spinal weakness adapted to the change of life
Dissolve and expel tumors from the uterus
(includes cancerous tumors)
Faintness
Flatulence
Destroys craving for stimulants
Relieves weakness of the stomach
Cures bloating
Cures head aches
Cures nervous prostration
Cures general debility
Cures sleeplessness
Cures indigestion
Cures depression
That feeling of bearing down, causing pain, weight and backache, is always permanently cured by its use. It will, at all times and under all circumstances acts in harmony with the laws that govern the female system.
Six bottles for $5.00. Sent by mail in the form of pills or lozenges on receipt of price. Send for pamphlet.
Question is, does it make you hair shine?
e
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
SNAKE OIL AGAIN???
By now you know that Old Trunks loves snake oil stories.
RESTORED MANHOOD
Dr. Mott's Nerverine Pills
The greatest remedy for nervous prostration and all nervous disorders of the generative organs of either sex, such as nervous prostration, failing or lost manhood, impotency, nightly emissions, youthful errors, mental worry, excessive use of tobacco or opium, which lead to consumption and insanity. Old Trunks wonders what youthful errors means.
For every $5.00 we give you a written guarantee to cure or refund the money. Sold at $1.00 per box, 6 boxes for $5.00.
Maybe we should buy a few gallons for a jolly holly day? What do you think?
e
RESTORED MANHOOD
Dr. Mott's Nerverine Pills
The greatest remedy for nervous prostration and all nervous disorders of the generative organs of either sex, such as nervous prostration, failing or lost manhood, impotency, nightly emissions, youthful errors, mental worry, excessive use of tobacco or opium, which lead to consumption and insanity. Old Trunks wonders what youthful errors means.
For every $5.00 we give you a written guarantee to cure or refund the money. Sold at $1.00 per box, 6 boxes for $5.00.
Maybe we should buy a few gallons for a jolly holly day? What do you think?
e
Friday, December 5, 2008
Hinckley Fire of 1894
Fargo had a fire in a 128 year old house which had been converted to four apartments. While a man slept in his apartment on the top floor after taking his daughter to school, a person on the floor directly below, tossed his cigarette onto the balcony and the leaves caught fire. The sleeping man got out. Fortunately, his daughter was away. The house is a loss. The people in the apartments are displaced.
But what happened to people from the 1890's when most people owned their own homes. Granted it may not be lavish, often it was referred to as a shack, nevertheless, a home is a home.
From the fire museum in Hinckley, MN we learned Minnesota's Governor appointed a commission for the relief of fire sufferers. If you had insurance, you did not qualify. Although insurance was slow to come to families that were burned out.
It was September of 1894 when the little town of Hinckley was destroyed and several smaller communities. Four hundred people were killed. The train managed to get 276 people out of town; five minutes after the train crossed the bridge, it collapsed.
The train caught on fire. People got off and started to run. One person, thinking he had left his suitcase on the train, went back to get it. He was safe but found his family in a pile of dead people, including his family.
Let's talk about this relief fund.
The applications were as such:
Surname
A: Hanson
Given name
A: Mrs. Henry
Born at?
A: Sweden
Number of children?
A; 6: George, Frank, Harold, Walter, Hilda, and Baby 10 months.
Are you supporting others
A: No
Were any of your family hurt?
A: Yes, Husband burned to death
Where were your dead found, if any?
A: Hinckley, near house
By whom identified?
Residence at the time of the fire?
A: Hinckley
Length of time in Minnesota?
A: 13 years
Occupation?
A: Husband worked in saw mill
Business for yourself?
A: No
Owns his home?
A: Yes
If Mortgaged, for home much?
A: Owes $100
What property was destroyed by the fire?
A: House, barn, and contents. House $900, barn $300
Had insurance?
A: No
Had life insurance?
A: No
Had Accident insurance?
A: No
What property left and its value?
A: Two cows worth $50
Do you have property somewhere else?
A: No
Where are your relatives?
A: Hinckley, parents burned out
Can you get help from them?
A: No
Do you have an income?
A: No
Do you have pension?
A: No
Do you have pressing debts?
A: Yes, $35 in store bills
What are your needs?
A: Everything
What do you need most?
A: Home and clothing enough for the children for winter.
Mrs. Hanson requested transportation to North Branch for herself and six children. The six is crossed out and 5 inserted. What happened to the sixth child?
Was it
George 8
Frank 6
Harold 5
Walter 3
Hilda 2
or the ten month baby?
Did they get relief from the government? Yes, some. Most of the donations came from private funds.
We have all heard about fires. As Cliff Rye said, "You don't even have a toothbrush."
It is a good time to think about what we have and what others need. Don't you agree?
e
But what happened to people from the 1890's when most people owned their own homes. Granted it may not be lavish, often it was referred to as a shack, nevertheless, a home is a home.
From the fire museum in Hinckley, MN we learned Minnesota's Governor appointed a commission for the relief of fire sufferers. If you had insurance, you did not qualify. Although insurance was slow to come to families that were burned out.
It was September of 1894 when the little town of Hinckley was destroyed and several smaller communities. Four hundred people were killed. The train managed to get 276 people out of town; five minutes after the train crossed the bridge, it collapsed.
The train caught on fire. People got off and started to run. One person, thinking he had left his suitcase on the train, went back to get it. He was safe but found his family in a pile of dead people, including his family.
Let's talk about this relief fund.
The applications were as such:
Surname
A: Hanson
Given name
A: Mrs. Henry
Born at?
A: Sweden
Number of children?
A; 6: George, Frank, Harold, Walter, Hilda, and Baby 10 months.
Are you supporting others
A: No
Were any of your family hurt?
A: Yes, Husband burned to death
Where were your dead found, if any?
A: Hinckley, near house
By whom identified?
Residence at the time of the fire?
A: Hinckley
Length of time in Minnesota?
A: 13 years
Occupation?
A: Husband worked in saw mill
Business for yourself?
A: No
Owns his home?
A: Yes
If Mortgaged, for home much?
A: Owes $100
What property was destroyed by the fire?
A: House, barn, and contents. House $900, barn $300
Had insurance?
A: No
Had life insurance?
A: No
Had Accident insurance?
A: No
What property left and its value?
A: Two cows worth $50
Do you have property somewhere else?
A: No
Where are your relatives?
A: Hinckley, parents burned out
Can you get help from them?
A: No
Do you have an income?
A: No
Do you have pension?
A: No
Do you have pressing debts?
A: Yes, $35 in store bills
What are your needs?
A: Everything
What do you need most?
A: Home and clothing enough for the children for winter.
Mrs. Hanson requested transportation to North Branch for herself and six children. The six is crossed out and 5 inserted. What happened to the sixth child?
Was it
George 8
Frank 6
Harold 5
Walter 3
Hilda 2
or the ten month baby?
Did they get relief from the government? Yes, some. Most of the donations came from private funds.
We have all heard about fires. As Cliff Rye said, "You don't even have a toothbrush."
It is a good time to think about what we have and what others need. Don't you agree?
e
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
WHO IS ROGER RANUM?
Ah, the mysteries of geneology.
Who was Roger Ranum? How is he connected or is he? The answer to the question is yes.
How do we know that? The obit in the Thief River Falls Times states his father was Stanley A Ranum, (1921-2005).
Stanley A Ranum was the son of Alfred and Hulda.
Alfred's parents were Knute N Ranum and Seri Dicken
Knute and Seri also had a son named Benhard, who was my grandfather.
Benhard and Julia had a son name Stanley K Ranum.
Stanley K Ranum and Ella Lundberg had Elodee
That makes Roger and I second cousins.
I didn't know this branch of the family. I knew there was another Stanley Ranum because at the time one addressed Christmas cards as Stan Ranum, City, we got their mail. Confusing as it was, mother and daddy almost always knew which SR the card belonged to. Mother would tape it up and resend it.
Roger was born in Thief River Falls: His father was born in Wannaska which is in Roseau County. Alfred and Hulda and later Alfred and Clara were the 'relatives from, (as grandpa would say), Rose ee o, County.
Ancestry can be confusing if one has a spouse die and a remarriage happens. Old Trunks would not venture to guess how many step children and half brothers and sisters there are, let alone and number of family members with the same name:
2 Lloyd
2 Stanley
2 Michael
2 Gregory
2 Knute
You are encouraged to keep an eye out for the double names, they are totally different people. It may be a good time to take a break from the bustle of Christmas and trace just one person.
Loving thoughts and prayers to the family of Roger Ranum
e
Who was Roger Ranum? How is he connected or is he? The answer to the question is yes.
How do we know that? The obit in the Thief River Falls Times states his father was Stanley A Ranum, (1921-2005).
Stanley A Ranum was the son of Alfred and Hulda.
Alfred's parents were Knute N Ranum and Seri Dicken
Knute and Seri also had a son named Benhard, who was my grandfather.
Benhard and Julia had a son name Stanley K Ranum.
Stanley K Ranum and Ella Lundberg had Elodee
That makes Roger and I second cousins.
I didn't know this branch of the family. I knew there was another Stanley Ranum because at the time one addressed Christmas cards as Stan Ranum, City, we got their mail. Confusing as it was, mother and daddy almost always knew which SR the card belonged to. Mother would tape it up and resend it.
Roger was born in Thief River Falls: His father was born in Wannaska which is in Roseau County. Alfred and Hulda and later Alfred and Clara were the 'relatives from, (as grandpa would say), Rose ee o, County.
Ancestry can be confusing if one has a spouse die and a remarriage happens. Old Trunks would not venture to guess how many step children and half brothers and sisters there are, let alone and number of family members with the same name:
2 Lloyd
2 Stanley
2 Michael
2 Gregory
2 Knute
You are encouraged to keep an eye out for the double names, they are totally different people. It may be a good time to take a break from the bustle of Christmas and trace just one person.
Loving thoughts and prayers to the family of Roger Ranum
e
Monday, December 1, 2008
IT'S DECEMBER
It's December, and generations of families of our ancestors have been burning wood to keep warm; wood, that had been cut later in the fall, mostly soft wooded variety which did not burn has hard as oaks. Yet, they cut the wood near them hoping to cord up enough to last several months.
Although my family were not lumberjacks by trade, they all did, starting with Gust and Olaf, chop down trees and load them on the train cars to be shift south. Daddy did his share of logging around Itasca State Park as a young man.
I have a friend, who until this fall, burned wood to keep their house warm. It was the main source of heat although there were a couple of wall heaters to take off the chill if the fire in the wood furnace burned down. She stated last early last spring it would be the last year in the house. Old Trunks is certain you will understand why this statement was made, as her husband had a heart attack after lumber jacking one day. She kept him alive by beating on his chest. It was, like this part of the country can be, a stormy night and getting him to necessary attention on a blustery night added even more certain. Happily I can say, they are living in a home with central heat.
Daddy was raised in a house with heat only in the kitchen. The water pail in the kitchen was frozen over in the morning. He dedicated his life to have his children have a warm house with no drafts where you could play on the floor without ever being cold.
Daddy also told me that if I had a flat tire in the winter to drive home on the rim because he didn't want me subjected to the brutal cold and he promised he would do the same. One of those icy still nights when we lived on the farm one could hear a scraping sound. Someone was coming home on the rim. He said he walked to Thief River Falls from Rosewood in the winter and he vowed he would never be that cold again.
Everyone talks about the weather in this part of the country. Mother said it was important to know what it was like. Even in the summer. Okay, here I am, a product of North Dakota for ten years and have become, as my sweet Thomas, a wanna bee weather man!
Let's hope all of us have a warm winter. Shall we start talking about Christmas?
e
Although my family were not lumberjacks by trade, they all did, starting with Gust and Olaf, chop down trees and load them on the train cars to be shift south. Daddy did his share of logging around Itasca State Park as a young man.
I have a friend, who until this fall, burned wood to keep their house warm. It was the main source of heat although there were a couple of wall heaters to take off the chill if the fire in the wood furnace burned down. She stated last early last spring it would be the last year in the house. Old Trunks is certain you will understand why this statement was made, as her husband had a heart attack after lumber jacking one day. She kept him alive by beating on his chest. It was, like this part of the country can be, a stormy night and getting him to necessary attention on a blustery night added even more certain. Happily I can say, they are living in a home with central heat.
Daddy was raised in a house with heat only in the kitchen. The water pail in the kitchen was frozen over in the morning. He dedicated his life to have his children have a warm house with no drafts where you could play on the floor without ever being cold.
Daddy also told me that if I had a flat tire in the winter to drive home on the rim because he didn't want me subjected to the brutal cold and he promised he would do the same. One of those icy still nights when we lived on the farm one could hear a scraping sound. Someone was coming home on the rim. He said he walked to Thief River Falls from Rosewood in the winter and he vowed he would never be that cold again.
Everyone talks about the weather in this part of the country. Mother said it was important to know what it was like. Even in the summer. Okay, here I am, a product of North Dakota for ten years and have become, as my sweet Thomas, a wanna bee weather man!
Let's hope all of us have a warm winter. Shall we start talking about Christmas?
e
Saturday, November 29, 2008
XIAO QAING
Xiao Qiang meant strong male according to the Chinese lady who lived west of us on 21st Street. That year, the Christmas cards read we hope your Christmas is wonderful; personally, I would like a puppy in my stocking. The front of the card had a West Highland White Terrier on it.
To my knowledge, no one new about my wish. I had wished it, said it, and the postman send the wish to around 50 addresses. I have nothing time stamped to say when the Japanese Chin /mix was purchased at the pet shop. I do know the owners kept the dog and let him run with beagles and big dogs until Christmas Eve day.
This story is not so much about what this dog with many pet names looked like, it is the answer to the question about how I found out about the dog. The question was asked by Mayank in a video made for me by my children, which included
Rachel
Jaeme
Bud
Shilpa
Ryen
Nate
Mayank
who were all sitting in a group and video taped a message to wish us a Happy Thanksgiving.
From the back, sitting on the stairs, Mayank asked to know the true story about how I found out I got a dog for Christmas in 1982. Bud told me 'straight out', he says. Rachel says he did not. Ryen said he wasn't in on it, it was between Bud and Rachel.
Now we have to realize that each of us may remember the memory in a different way. What I do remember is there was a lot of fuss about going into Rachel's room. The door was also shut, which only happened when she was studying. That gave me clue that something was in there that was not wrapped, yet something that really excited the kids. I knew this because when they came out of the room, they were glowing. They also did not simply open the door and walk out, rather, they squeezed through as if to keep something inside. Was it a Westie, like the front of the card?
Bud did not say, "YOU ARE GETTING A DOG FOR CHRISTMAS" but what he did do as we sat at the table eating Christmas Eve supper was to pant as if he were a dog. In a quiet moment, I heard whining, scratching, and barking.
Xiao came to the table and sat in my lap as we finished dinner. I fed him turkey off my plate.
I visited Grace Wong, the Chinese professor the next day. She was very ill with cancer. I asked her what strong male was in Chinese. Today, I am reading that XIAO means end blown flute, and Qiang means spear. Yet, greater than a quarter of a century later, I am not dismayed. I am fondly remembering the dog who was loved and had many names.
He became:
Shing a ling
Chowie (soft c)
Shing
Chow! (soft c)
Shingy
As a post script for clues by body movement, one needs to add Bud's mime for the earrings Rachel got for Christmas!
To my knowledge, no one new about my wish. I had wished it, said it, and the postman send the wish to around 50 addresses. I have nothing time stamped to say when the Japanese Chin /mix was purchased at the pet shop. I do know the owners kept the dog and let him run with beagles and big dogs until Christmas Eve day.
This story is not so much about what this dog with many pet names looked like, it is the answer to the question about how I found out about the dog. The question was asked by Mayank in a video made for me by my children, which included
Rachel
Jaeme
Bud
Shilpa
Ryen
Nate
Mayank
who were all sitting in a group and video taped a message to wish us a Happy Thanksgiving.
From the back, sitting on the stairs, Mayank asked to know the true story about how I found out I got a dog for Christmas in 1982. Bud told me 'straight out', he says. Rachel says he did not. Ryen said he wasn't in on it, it was between Bud and Rachel.
Now we have to realize that each of us may remember the memory in a different way. What I do remember is there was a lot of fuss about going into Rachel's room. The door was also shut, which only happened when she was studying. That gave me clue that something was in there that was not wrapped, yet something that really excited the kids. I knew this because when they came out of the room, they were glowing. They also did not simply open the door and walk out, rather, they squeezed through as if to keep something inside. Was it a Westie, like the front of the card?
Bud did not say, "YOU ARE GETTING A DOG FOR CHRISTMAS" but what he did do as we sat at the table eating Christmas Eve supper was to pant as if he were a dog. In a quiet moment, I heard whining, scratching, and barking.
Xiao came to the table and sat in my lap as we finished dinner. I fed him turkey off my plate.
I visited Grace Wong, the Chinese professor the next day. She was very ill with cancer. I asked her what strong male was in Chinese. Today, I am reading that XIAO means end blown flute, and Qiang means spear. Yet, greater than a quarter of a century later, I am not dismayed. I am fondly remembering the dog who was loved and had many names.
He became:
Shing a ling
Chowie (soft c)
Shing
Chow! (soft c)
Shingy
As a post script for clues by body movement, one needs to add Bud's mime for the earrings Rachel got for Christmas!
Friday, November 28, 2008
BLACK FRIDAY
Old Trunks admires all of you who have the fortitude to go shopping on this day. There are two days that are tough on retail people: Sidewalk bazaars and the day after Thanksgiving. Please be kind to the clerks, humans aren't built to take the buzz of shoppers for those 12 hour days. It is like volunteering at a polio vaccine site, you learn to smile and look at the customer and walk the bumpy road and when you get home, all of it is a blur and you haven't one specific incident to cherish, unless, of course, it happened early in the morning with a little time between customers.
But we don't live in a service oriented retail realm now, do we? We don't go into Elaine's or the Fashion Shop and be asked if there is something special the customer is looking for and no one has asked me in decades if I had an idea in mind. In the 10 years I have shopped at Herberger's I was asked once if I needed help finding something.
I have trouble with Christmas buying and I have since I became an adult. There is no reason to fight it, landslides of gifts are the trend. I was raised with one gift for Christmas from my parents and always thought that was more than enough. Grandparents gave us each 200 pennies they had saved throughout the year. We could find a lot of things to do with those pennies! Grandma Mae nearly always made something for me, which I thought was THEE BEST. The little dolls with crochet clothing are still with me; one is bald and the other one's eyes roll back in her head. Yet, they are still an example of precious.
I wonder if it is all about income. I wonder if ingenuity and improv has left the building. These are times many don't have extra; it isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. People forget they can buy or make gifts throughout the year. And one by one, month by month, can fill out that list of gifts for people they hold dear. Certainly they have a box somewhere for the treasures to be stored.
Because of the way my brain is wired, I can remember nearly all the gifts I received as a gift at Christmas from my parents. Yes, they were purchased. Maybe it is a generation thing like white collar--Blue collar when one group, like my grand parents made things, and my parents bought things, and my generation makes things.....well, you get the picture.
Perhaps you have filled out your list. Perhaps you are working toward it and have an idea. Maybe you are all wrapped and under the tree and on this day, you are sending out your cards, if you are a card sender.
But if you are not, then consider some ingenuity and some improv by lightening your heart and keeping your wallet a little heavier.
Happy Black Friday and God Bless the retail clerks who look like a deer in the head lights.
e
But we don't live in a service oriented retail realm now, do we? We don't go into Elaine's or the Fashion Shop and be asked if there is something special the customer is looking for and no one has asked me in decades if I had an idea in mind. In the 10 years I have shopped at Herberger's I was asked once if I needed help finding something.
I have trouble with Christmas buying and I have since I became an adult. There is no reason to fight it, landslides of gifts are the trend. I was raised with one gift for Christmas from my parents and always thought that was more than enough. Grandparents gave us each 200 pennies they had saved throughout the year. We could find a lot of things to do with those pennies! Grandma Mae nearly always made something for me, which I thought was THEE BEST. The little dolls with crochet clothing are still with me; one is bald and the other one's eyes roll back in her head. Yet, they are still an example of precious.
I wonder if it is all about income. I wonder if ingenuity and improv has left the building. These are times many don't have extra; it isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. People forget they can buy or make gifts throughout the year. And one by one, month by month, can fill out that list of gifts for people they hold dear. Certainly they have a box somewhere for the treasures to be stored.
Because of the way my brain is wired, I can remember nearly all the gifts I received as a gift at Christmas from my parents. Yes, they were purchased. Maybe it is a generation thing like white collar--Blue collar when one group, like my grand parents made things, and my parents bought things, and my generation makes things.....well, you get the picture.
Perhaps you have filled out your list. Perhaps you are working toward it and have an idea. Maybe you are all wrapped and under the tree and on this day, you are sending out your cards, if you are a card sender.
But if you are not, then consider some ingenuity and some improv by lightening your heart and keeping your wallet a little heavier.
Happy Black Friday and God Bless the retail clerks who look like a deer in the head lights.
e
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