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Prospect Valley High School REUNION NEWS

Baumgartner Family History By Esther Baumgartner Becker ‗45

My grandfather, Johannes Baumgartner, was born in 1847 in Saratov County in Russia. He married Catharine in

Saratov in 1867. He was a farmer and a justice of the peace in his small village (commune). To this union was born seven

(7) sons and three (3) daughters, only three (3) of whom reached adulthood, Carl, Henry and Alex. In 1906 they and their

three (3) sons and families sailed for America in steerage on the Luciana.

My father, Carl, had married Susana Jakel in Russia. She died of typhoid fever in 1911. She was the mother of John,

Alex, Mollie, Jake and Henry. My mother Eva Mikel was born in Alpine Itle Russia in 1884. She arrived in Ellis Island as

a widow with three children, Mollie, Marie & Jake Hinder. They traveled to Nebraska where her 2 brothers lived and

were her sponsors. Through friends my mother and dad met and were married in Sidney, Nebraska in 1911 combining

their families which now numbered 8. In the ensuring years they had 8 more children, Dave, Leonard, Charley, Lydia,

Reuben, Herman, Martha and myself (Esther) who was born in Prospect Valley in December of 1927. The family had

lived in the Ft. Morgan, Brush area and the Briggsdale area.

In a conversation with my brother John in 1989, who was then 88 years old, he recalls the story of how he and my dad

and a friend, Alex Greenmeyer, drove to the Prospect Valley area, where they had heard there was fertile farming

ground. They decided to drive to Denver and signed legal papers there to buy some land. I wish I had at that time recalled

the price. The move from Brush was made in a caravan of a car, horses and cows, which they milked on the way for food.

It was a bitter cold February day and they made it to Wiggins by lunch time, where they milked the cows and traded it

for food. The next day they had arrived in the Kiowa area at the Moorehead farm. Imagine the hardships of such a trip,

but they were a determined group. I am not certain of the year, but they undertook the task of digging an irrigation well,

which was one of the first in the area, and another was on the John Zimbelman Sr. farm. It drew visitors from all around

the area as it was a new venture in this area.

I was born in our first home in the Valley, 2 1/2 miles west of Prospect, in December of 1927.

My mother was assisted by a neighbor lady midwife and thus given the name in her honor.

Our family history is one of hardships and lots of hard work but we were rewarded with a

good way to make a living being immigrants. To this day many of my nieces, nephews and

great grandchildren are making a living at tilling the soil.

Over the years we have been told the story of the Germans from Russia coming ―from the

Volga‖- meaning clouds, so perhaps we should claim to be the first space aliens. Our begin-

nings were hard but we had a healthy life style and always had someone to play with. My

family is mostly gone now. My Dad died in 1945 at the age of 68 and my mother died in 1960

at the age of 75. My sister, Martha Huwa, and I remain the only ones of the family left.

I met my husband, Albert Becker, in high school after his family moved here from Brush

where he was born, to the Keenesburg area. He was drafted into the Army at the age of 18

and was unable to finish his senior year in high school. We married in Tyler, Texas on Feb-

ruary 6, 1945 where he was stationed. We were blessed with a son, Dennis and a daughter

Vicki, who also attended Prospect Valley School grades 1-12. In 1946 we moved back to the

Valley and started farming in 1952, and later lived in our home for 40 years, 1/2 mile west of

PVHS. It was always a joy to go outdoors and hear the children at play. We retired in 1991

and moved to Greeley in 2002 where we enjoy partaking of all the activities that are offered.

One day a week we enjoy going to the Lunch Bunch Senior luncheon at the Legion Hall in

Keenesburg and then visit our farm which is in very capable hands. We have celebrated our

63rd wedding anniversary and have been blessed with 3 grandchildren, Eric and Amy

Becker and Melisia Water, who lives in the Denver area.

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Handbook (above) was

issued to passengers on

RMS Luciana and her sister

ship RMS Campania

The early Baumgartner

family traveled to

America on the

RMS Luciana

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Jim & Charlotte Tegtman

Pat Ruhl Bass

Reunion Meeting March 14, 2008

Louise Reichert Shepherd & Jim Ruhl

Marilyn Sargent & George Davis

Eugene Eisenbarth &

Jim Davis

Bob & Joan Tegtman

Gustafson Louise, Sandy & Edwin Weickum

(back) Ernie Reichert

Rich Ishida, Rodney & Joan Hofferber,

Mrs. Jim Davis, Dorothy W. & Marcella Davis

Jean Mallory Kipp &

Dorothy Davis Green Oh! I‘m so glad to see you!!

Reunion Meeting Groupies!!!

Mark Kauffman ―Semper Fi‖

Verna Warden

Glantz

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Sherry

Jim Ruhl, Rich Ishida, Jim

Tegtman & Edwin Weickum

More Pictures!!

Marcella Davis, Dorothy Davis Green

and Joan Tegtman Gustafson.

Don Altergott at work! Jack Zimbelman

Keenesburg Café!

Paulie Sirios Zimbelman

at work!

While having lunch at the

Pepper Pod, we happen to meet

Helen Sirios.

My wife, Murial, taught school with

Helen at

Keenesburg

Elementary

School

1965-66.

George

Sherry Sargent Stickle, Ernie Reichert &

Bob Tegtman

Rodney & Joan Hofferber

Dorothy Wilmott Alberts

Verna Warden Glantz

Don Vogel

Class Rep

Marilyn

Very Intense Meeting!!

So much stress, haha!!

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Dorothy Zimbelman Kern ‘48

After graduating from PVHS in 1948, I went to

Central Business College in Denver. Then I

went to Greeley to work at the County Clerks

Office and the Weld County Bank. In Novem-

ber, 1949 I married Bob Kern, from Platteville,

CO and farmed until 1952 when he got his

draft papers for the Korean War. He spent

2 1/2 years overseas with the Navy. When the

war ended, we went back to farming. We have

3 sons and from them we have 4 grandsons, 4

granddaughters, 3 great-granddaughters and 3

great-grandsons! They certainly have kept us

busy as they all participate in sports such as

football, wrestling, baseball, volleyball and

softball.

This year our youngest grandson will graduate

from Valley High School, where all of the kids

have graduated. He plans on going to UNC in

Greeley. Our number 3 grandson will also

graduate this year from the School of Mines as

a civil engineer. Our #2 grandson graduated

from Aims Community College in Greeley last

spring, now employed by the postal service. #3

granddaughter is in her second year at CSU in

Ft Collins. The rest of them have good jobs.

While my sons were in school, I drove a school

bus for 18 years. When my youngest son

graduated from high school, I got a job as a

rural letter carrier for the post office in Platte-

ville. I finally retired and have been busy as

ever with everyday things.

One great thing we did was sell the farm in

2004. Thank goodness!! We bought 3 acres of

property and built a home for the two of us.

Really a crowded place when we have a family

reunion.

One quick note! My youngest grandson asked

me what I did in high school. I replied, volley-

ball, cheerleader, band, class plays, some soft-

ball and rode my horse! His mouth fell open

and said, ―you rode a horse? I said yes, I had to

have some fun, we didn‘t have all the ―stuff‖

you kids have today, and then he said, ―did you

ever get bucked off?, I said NO, that was the

end of the conversation.

George, I really enjoy the Newsletter! Really

get to remember some of the things and people.

It will be the 60th year since the class of 1948

graduated. Where has the time gone? I hope

you can read this! No computer yet, but have

been thinking about it. Sending a check to help

with the postage. Thanks again for all you have

done for the alumni of PVHS

Jack Goble '49 and Diane (Mitzel) Goble '49 Jack - My grandfather, Earl Goble, Sr. moved to Colorado

from central Oklahoma in 1914 and settled in the Bennett

area. My dad, Glen Goble, worked for his dad along with a

lot of other jobs while he was growing up. In 1937 he

bought a small farm located on highway 79 half-way

between Prospect and Bennett. My brother, Rich, and I

attended the Sunnydale School for our first eight grades

before moving on up "the big school" in Prospect. My

mom, Eunice Goble, taught in several schools over the

years, including elementary grades at Prospect. She started

there the same year I entered the ninth grade, and I always

figured she did that just to keep an eye on me.

Diane - My heritage is German - Russian. Many contribu-

tors (primarily my cousin, Bob Zimbelman) have given

good accounts of the influx of our people and the various

routes they took to the Valley. My grandfathers, Heinrich

Mitzel and John Zimbelman, both homesteaded in northern

Weld County near Keota. My father, John Mitzel, worked

for farmers in that area while growing up. It was also here

that he met and married Martha Zimbelman. In addition

to working locally he, along with his older brother, worked

as migrant beet workers for farmers near Loveland. In

1935, my folks moved to the Valley and leased a farm for

several years until they had the opportunity to purchase it.

I attended Prospect Valley School for all twelve grades.

When Jack got to go to Prospect he felt like he "just got let

out of the barn", and Diane's first impression was that he

was obnoxious. Things change, however, and they started

dating as juniors. Following graduation they both attended

Colorado A&M. Their college careers were both short-

lived as Jack enlisted in the Air Force in 1950, and Diane

went home and took a job as a telephone operator. Jack

served in the Air Force Security Service (now the NSA). He

was stationed in Alaska gathering intelligence about the

Soviet Union during the Korean War era. He was trans-

ferred to San Antonio, Texas in 1953 where he was an in-

structor for the Security Service. Jack and Diane were

married on June 26, 1953, and they moved to San Antonio

where they lived until Jack's discharge in 1954. They re-

turned to the Valley where they farmed with Diane's par-

ents and raised their four children. There is no better way

to raise a family than living in a rural area surrounded by

family and life-long friends, and Jack and Diane had the

good fortune of this ex-

perience. They retired

and moved to Greeley in

2001. They have four

children, eleven grand-

children, and (so far)

two great grandchil-

dren.

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An Ode to Alvin Williams Prospect Valley Crop Duster

Written by Ken Vogel, who, while driving his Model A

Roadster, top down, heading south from Prospect Valley

was buzzed by Alvin Williams who coasted up behind him,

revved the engine on his plane and scared Ken nearly off

the road . It was probably some time in the summer of

1954 or 1955. Alvin Williams loved to ―buzz‖ farmers

(who were known to throw dirt clods at Alvin‘s plane) out

in their fields, or in this case, someone driving down the

road in a convertible with the top down.

I was cruisin‘ down the road one fine day

In my ‗31 Ford Roadster-Model A.

When much to my complete surprise,

A crop duster came down from the skies.

I didn‘t hear the plane‘s engine roar

Until just over my head it did soar.

So clever to sneak up on me was he,

That Alvin Williams, who waved at me.

Yes, he waved as he flew away

Knowing that he really got me today.

I saw him smile as I pulled off the road

Knowing I probably had something to unload.

So peaceful was that afternoon drive

Until upon my being an airplane did dive.

He scared me good, I‘ll have to admit.

So, for a while, beside the road I just had to sit.

Another day I‘m sure he again will try

To sneak up on someone from up in the sky.

Some unsuspecting farmer will get the ―buzz‖

From Alvin Williams, the crop duster who was.

As for me, while driving on these summer days

I will keep watch, looking all different ways.

He‘ll try again, if I know how ornery is he,

But next time I‘ll be ready, just wait and see.

Ken Vogel in his 31 Roadster –Model A

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Don't Argue with Tall Sister By Omega Keller Powers, published Feb 27, 2008

The relationship I have with my two sisters is one to be coveted. We were close growing up, but nothing like now.

There are three years between each of our ages. I will have to admit that all was not a piece of cake as young girls.

There was the time Jan told Martha to get a hammer, so that she could kill her. Martha went and brought back the

hammer, she was actually afraid not to. Seems we all tried ourselves when Mom was gone. About every two years

Mom would go to Texas from Colorado to visit her family. All the neighbors kidded Dad that he must have nerves of

steel, as he lived through two weeks with three girls learning to cook, plus all of our shenanigans. Brave man is all I

can say.

We must have done something right, as Jan and I are both great cooks. Now, Martha does cook, but would almost

rather take a beating. Give her a field to plow is more her speed. There was the cherry pie that one of us made, but

don't remember which one it was. Anyhow, the shortening was left out of the crust. Dad knocked a hole in the top

crust and we ate the cherries and sat the pan out in the chicken pen and they picked the pan clean. While we're on

the subject of pie, we had some young men come over from church, who lived in town and worked for us one sum-

mer. Jan was sweet on one of them. We had brought a pumpkin in from the field, and Jan wanted to bake a pie with

it to impress him. Mom was busy cooking dinner and didn't pay any attention to what Jan was doing. When it was

time for dessert, Jan very proudly cut the pie and served it. As everyone ate, I noticed they were all picking large

pieces of something out of the pie. When I got to one chunk of this stuff I said very cocky, "Jan you forgot to peel the

pumpkin." She left the table crying. Did she ever whack me a good one after all the men went back to the field.

My sisters and I are so close now that we even think alike. When one of the three of us has a birthday, we get a just

because gift for the other two, so that we all have a present. Works good! Couple of years ago when I went for a visit

I brought with me Martha's birthday gift and Jan's just because gift. As I was unpacking I said to Jan that I would

put her gift on her dresser. She came into the bedroom and got a box from a drawer, and I noticed it was the same

black box her gift was in. It also had the same brand name as mine did. That in itself was not so unusual because we

both order a lot of things from this same mail order house. But, as we opened the boxes we had gotten each other the

very same brooch, a lady with a black hat.

The next morning, I heard Jan moving around the house. I got up, showered and dressed and went in where Jan was

in the living room. She had yelled through the door while I was in the shower and asked if I wanted an English muf-

fin with my coffee? As she then headed for the shower she said, "I fixed the coffee for you." There was a nice extra

large Santa mug sitting out and the muffin was in the toaster. Walking into the kitchen, I looked to the right and

there sat an eight-cup coffeemaker - empty. To the left was a four-cup coffeemaker - empty. And on the stove sat an

eight-cup pot with steaming hot dark liquid in it. As I was pouring my mug full, I became aware that this was not

ordinary coffee, but then, that's nothing new - Jan was always buying those flavored coffees and teas. I noticed it was

quite strong, so I left room for a lot of cream. Jan's coffee was always strong enough to walk to the table on its own,

as she had been married to two truck drivers. She too had worked for the trucking industry for fifty years.

As I sat eating my muffin and sipping this hot beverage, I thought Jan had just gone too far this time with the exotic

coffee. I drank maybe half of what I had in the mug - I was taught not to waste - but I had all of this good stuff I

could stand. As I was flushing the remainder of it down the drain, Jan came into the kitchen. "You were real thirsty

this morning, huh?" she asked. I answered, "Why would you think that?" "Well, the coffee pot is empty," she came

back with. "No," I replied, "it isn't. I saved you some for when you get home." She got this real strange look on her

face and said, "You didn't drink what was on the stove did you?" "Sure," I replied, "I didn't see anything else." Jan

said, "I put the coffee and water in the four-cup pot, but I didn't push the button." Then in bewilderment I said,

"All right already, what did I drink?" In astonishment Jan said, "Do you feel all right? That was simmering pot-

pourri.

Thank you so very much for sending the Re-

union News to us. We have thoroughly en-

joyed reading articles about old friends and

acquaintances of "long ago". We thank all

of you who have put so much effort toward

the reunion. I went to Prospect school from

grades 1-8 and Ed went to high school there

for a year. We are looking forward to attend-

ing the reunion in September.

Ed & Shirley (Jakel) Sirios

Note From Beda Keller Powers '51

I am having some of my books printed. If

anyone is interested, please send $12.00 to

cover the cost. I will either bring the books to

the reunion in Sept. or mail them, whichever

you choose. If you can wait until the reunion,

the cost will be only $10.00; however, I must

receive payment before I have them

printed. My address is 3325 West 23rd Ave.,

Apt. D-25, Panama City, FL

Class of 1960 John Sauer has the

film of the Senior

Trip to Phoenix. If

you would like a copy

(DVD or Windows

Player) contact John.

jojoys@msn.com

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How many of you have seen the movie, Bucket List? I saw it a

few weeks ago and started thinking about my own Bucket List. I don‘t

think a person has to be a certain age to make a list of things they want

to do, someday. We all have dreams of special things we would like in

our lives.

I remember in high school, I wanted to see New York. Oh, the

dreams of a little country girl going to the BIG city. And being

―Country When Country Wasn‘t Cool‖, I wanted to go to Nashville and

see the Grand Ole Opry at the Ryman Auditorium. As I became older, I

added other wishes to my list. One of these is to see the Rose Bowl Pa-

rade. Not just on TV, but to be there in Pasadena. I always get up early

on New Years Day just to watch the parade.

Last summer one of my wishes came true. Cousin Sherry and I

drove to Springfield, MO for our 80th family reunion. We extended our

trip and drove to Memphis and Nashville. Yes, I got to the Ryman Auditorium. All of the shows are performed at the new

theater, but I did get the opportunity to stand on the stage of the old Ryman and ―dream‖ I was on the stage with all those

great singers from the 40‘s and 50‘s. You can just feel their presence in the room with you.

Another of my bucket list wishes will come true this summer. Fifty years after I graduated, I am going to New

York! Our family reunion is in NYC this summer. WOW, this little country girl will see New York. I hope it lives up to my

dreams.

Maybe someday I will get to the Rose Parade, but until then, I will just enjoy life as it comes to me.

So to all of you out there, who have a ―Bucket List‖, do not give up on your dreams. Sometimes it just takes pa-

tience and the right opportunity. If you haven‘t seen the movie, I would highly recommend it.

MY BUCKET LIST By Marilyn Sargent Haffner

Ed Ewertz Celebrates 90th Birthday! Family members and friends gathered at the American Legion Hall in Keenesburg on

March 9th to celebrate the 90th birthday of Ed Ewertz. Ed (a decorated WW II veteran)

and Dorothy were longtime, well-known and much loved members of the Prospect Valley

community. He now resides in the Denver area. A great time was had by all, including Ed's

sisters, Antionette Bordner and Blanche Meyer; his children, Ken Pierson, Paula Bearfoot

and Berti Ewertz; friends Jack and Diane Goble, Marvin Zimbelman, Marilyn Haffner and Sherry

Stickle--all alumni of PV School. Also, friends Helen Sirios, Georgene Abbott, Ken and Eddie Barney, John and Emma

Meier, and Don Sloan appeared to be enjoying the celebration, along with many, many other friends and rela-

tives too numerous to mention.

We look forward to seeing Ed (and you) at the 2008 PV School Reunion! Sherry ‗60

Family group picture, left to right - Rod Bearfoot,

Aaron Pierson, Paula Ewertz Bearfoot, Berti Ewertz,

Ed Ewertz, Ken and Theresa Pierson

Sherry‘60, Ed & Marilyn‘58 Antionette

Ewertz

Bordner '48

Marvin

Zimbelman

'56

Blanche

Ewertz

Meyer

'44

Reunion Registration Is Coming Your Way,

Look For It!

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Row 1: Duane Billings, ? John and Robert Gettman and Donald True.

Row 2: Sam Hofferber, Joe Warberten, ?, John Stoll, John Greenemeyer, ?, Herman Baumgartner, Jack Gould, ?

Row 3: Cula Peer, Letha Goings, Thelma Green, Mary Gould, Teachers Mr. Shy, Mr. Milsteine, Miss ?, Mr. Hull,

Mr. Qwens, Vera Kern, Myrhl Enes, Helen Trupp, Geraldine Bauer.

Row 4: Reed Goodrich, Alan Kern, Robert Enes, C.A. Quimby, Warren Rider, ? Bowles, Pauline Barkley, Marjorie

Redman, Louella Williams, Charlene Shaklee, Ruby Williams, Ruth Kern & Evelyn Williams

Special Thanks to Helen Trupp Altergott

Prospect Valley High School 1936–37

The Huwa Family!

http://www.agn-na.org/_huwa/intro.htm

Art is at the steering wheel holding Harold, Walter is on

the fender, Herman is on the far side Circa 1930-32.

We are the families of Fred & Charlotte Huwa and Ed-ward & Mollie Huwa. Emigrating from Russia in 1914,

German Russians Fred & Charlotte, and Fred's brother,

Edward, made their way to the Colorado plains. There the brothers settled on farms in small rural communi-

ties; Fred & Charlotte in Prospect Valley and Edward in Fort Morgan. Fred & Charlotte's family grew to eleven

children while Edward & his wife, Mollie Kemble Huwa, raised eight children. This extended family is rich in stories of the past and the

adventures and misadventures of nineteen children, nu-merous grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great great

grandchildren, cousins, aunts, and uncles. Now more than 145 strong, this family gathers together every sum-

mer to honor their heritage and reconnect with each

other.

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After talking to George about Mrs. Tegtman, he encour-

aged me to write something about my favorite teacher. I

suggested that she receive special recognition for all of

her accomplishments which there are far more than I

know. I do know that the list is “very long”.

One thing I do find interesting is when I think about it,

the women who today talk about multi-

tasking, I really don’t think the best of them

would believe what Mrs. Tegtman did.

Respectfully,

Ted Zimbelman

Mrs. Fern Tegtman, center, and the five cousins are her

grandchildren. Gathered around their teacher/

grandmother are, from left, Roberta Tegtman, James

Tegtman, Donald Gustafson, Danette Gustafson, and

Russell Tegtman. (Tribune photo by Marc Newton)

From the Greeley Tribune 19??

Henry Trupp Sr. and Katherine (Bath) Trupp were both

born in Frank, Russia. In 1913, Mr. & Mrs. Trupp came

to the United States of America from Russia to Ellis Is-

land. They then continued on to Hastings, Nebraska. After

a short time in Nebraska, they moved to Snyder, Colo-

rado. The family worked one summer in Snyder and then

moved to Fort Morgan in 1915.

Six of the Trupp children were born in Frank, Russia.

They were Conrad Trupp, Barbara (Trupp) Meng, Hattie

(Trupp) Meininger, Molly (Trupp) Zimbelman, Henry

Trupp Jr. and Katie (Trupp) Pope. (continued)

PVHS Veterans Get your pictures in for the Special Edition!

Trupp Family

Henry Trupp Sr. Family History

Prospect Valley 1929—2008 By June Trupp Croissant

The other two children, Fred and Anna, were born in

Fort Morgan, Colorado

In 1918, the family bought a dairy farm near West-

minster, Colorado. They lived near the Pillar of Fire

Church School and the Pillar of Fire Church led by

Bishop Alma White, who had two sons attending the

school. All the school age Trupp children attended the

Pillar of Fire Church School. Both the Church and

School are still located in Westminster.

In 1929, the family bought farm land north of

Prospect Valley. Some of the family moved to Hillrose,

and Fort Morgan. Six of the eight siblings grew up in

Prospect Valley and grand children attended P.V.S.

The families were as follows:

Conrad‘s three children, Helen, Daniel and Raymond.

All attended and graduated from P.V.S.

Most of Conrad‘s grandchildren attended Prospect

School as well as great grandchildren.

Barbara (Trupp) Meng‘s children attended P.V.S.

They were, Ruth Baumgartner, Virginia Kauffman,

Dorothy Claycom and Betty Cozad.

Molly (Trupp) Zimbelman‘s children attended P.V.S.

They were Robert, James, Shirley and Darell. They all

graduated from Prospect School except Darell gradu-

ated from Brighton High School.

Henry Trupp, Jr. . Three of his children attended

P.V.S.. They were June, Beverly and Donna. Only

June graduated from Prospect Valley school. The

other children graduated from Greeley Central High

School., as the family moved to Greeley in 1953. Those

graduating from G.C.H.S. were Beverly, Donna, Jim,

Kathy and Jarell.

Anna (Trupp) Hofferber‘s children attended P.V.S.

Betty, Raymond, Donald, Charles and Douglas. Betty

beaver was the only one to graduate from P.V.H.S. as

the family moved near the Denver area before they

graduated.

The Fred Trupp children all attended P.V.S. Ron and

Delores graduated from P.V.H.S. Kathy, Barb, and

Bonnie graduated from Weld Central High School.

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Check out the website created by Chuck Sargent http://members.cox.net/clsjhs/index.shtml

1961 Prospect Valley Sophomores

Missing Pictures:

Richard Baumgartner,

Mary Buchholz, Kathy Dyess, Jack

Schmidt & Dorothy Patton.

Please send to:

Chuck Sargent 912 N. Hilltop Rd.

Virginia Beach, VA 23454

clsjhs@cox.net

(Pictures will be returned to you)

Louise Reichert

Shepherd

Connie Robertson

Haffner

Jim Ruhl Chuck Sargent Dave Sauer Connie Mitzel

Maul

Paulie Sirios

Zimbelman

Sandra Yeager

Grangaard

Pat Weickum

Corbett

Gerald Wagner Ed Suppes

Garcedan Aragon Dennis Becker Lee Cobb Jim Figg William Hlad Doris Ann Huwa

Schlidt

Christine Mark

Burbach

Fred Stavenko — By Ken Vogel He was that old Russian man who, with his small dog, traveled around the Valley in

his green Chevy pickup going from farm to farm doing odd jobs. He lived in our

labor house for a while and I remember that he smoked Prince Albert tobacco that

came in those red tin cans with a lid on them. We kids would go over to the labor

house to look for the empty cans because they were great for storing marbles and

other treasures. One of those cans in mint condition would probably be worth some

money these days. Fred could be an obnoxious old man when he wanted to, but also

could tell some fascinating stories about growing up in Russia, the religious pageants

on the Volga River when it was frozen over and what it was like being a boy in Rus-

sia. I'd be real curious to know if anyone else has more information about Fred, how

he came to this country, etc. I remember two of his favorite sayings. In his Russian

accent he would say, "It was never this way in the old country" and that was usually

when he was upset about something he thought was too "modern." The other one

was when he would think you weren't doing something right, like working on some

project and he thought he had a better way of doing it. He would say, "I'm not try

tell you what's what, but you do it my way you gonna benefit." Again, this was in his

broken English. I used to get the giggles and he would get mad at me for laughing at

him. One time when I was filling a grease gun, he came over, said his "do it my way"

piece, grabbed the grease gun from me and when he went to put the end on, it

popped loose and squirted grease all over the front of his shirt. He muttered, "Dirty

Skunk!" and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He chased me to the house, but wouldn't follow me in. Mom asked me what Fred was

so mad about, but I was laughing so hard I couldn't answer her. Anyone else remember Fred Stavenko? Any other characters people re-

member? By the way, I seem to remember that Fred ended up in the hospital and the story was that he died of a broken heart.

Lola Lacke Reinke ‗43 Regarding the 1941-42 PVHS Orchestra pic-

ture. Another person as yet unidentified-ME,

Lola Lacke Reinke. I‘m third from the left in

the back row. Melvin Rackley was our direc-

tor. I went to Sunnydale School my

7th & 8th grade. Bertha Heid was the teacher.

I went all my high school years to PVHS and

graduated in 1943.

Nice to see a note from Helen Sirios from

Keenesburg. I also had several ties there. I had

cousins who went to school in Keenesburg

where my uncle Clifford Shambough was high

school principal.

My regards to all whohave responded so far

and to those who are working to make this

reunion happen.

Robin Greenhagen

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George, thanks for sending the article Mary Ann Lott Murray sent you, but I do believe she and Glenn have had

many extraordinary experiences since PVHS that will be of great interest to your readers.

The last time I saw Mary Ann was at the airport in Hawaii. She was waiting patiently for my family to get through

customs. We visited for an hour or so until our flight would take us into San Francisco. She and Glenn had met our

plane 3 years earlier at the same airport on our way to the Far East. We have reconnected in the last few months

thanks to the PVHS newsletter. I am simply in awe when I hear of the tremendous impact they are making on na-

tions of the world. Many of you will remember that Glenn was Pastor Murray‘s son, who pastored the Prospect

Community Church during Glenn‘s Junior year 1951-52 at PVHS.

Last month Glenn was in Seoul, South Korea attending the Presidential inauguration of Lee, Myung-bak. The

President and his wife are dear friends of Mary Ann and Glenn. Glenn mentored him in the principals of challenging

leadership. Having determined to put these principals into practice in his political career, this politician served as

mayor of Seoul and after serving his full term he ran for President. The election was held December 19, 2007 and

he won by 27 points, a landslide

Glenn was given the royal treatment upon arriving in Seoul, he was met by seven people from the Foreign Ministry

including his long time friend Ambassador Chung, Sang Ki who was with him the entire time he was in Seoul. He

was also assigned a second personal Liaison officer who bypassed customs, picked up his luggage and took him di-

rectly to his personal limousine and driver that was assigned to him during the visit. He was given a seat on the plat-

form near the President for the outdoor inauguration ceremonies, attended by 65,000 people. A photo from one of

the Korean newspapers shows Glenn seated to the right of the President. Glenn spoke with several of the U.S. digni-

taries who were also in attendance.

The same principals Glenn teaches were exercised as he served in the Navy Submarine Service 1956-1963, stationed

in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. He served on the Pacific Fleet Admiral's staff, gathering intelligence with the highest secu-

rity clearance available at that time. Among his numerous awards included one accommodation award from Presi-

dent John F. Kennedy.

As Glenn spent months at sea, Mary Ann kept occupied with her family and a career of 30 years in the financial

and book keeping field, retiring in June '06. They have traveled to China, South Korea, Israel, seventeen European

countries, all the Scandinavian countries, plus Moscow and St. Petersburg. Mary Ann says that China and South Ko-

rea have captured Glenn‘s heart and he goes annually to teach leadership in government and business. Mary Ann

says, ―Our ministry has been an awesome adventure with many opportunities of service.‖ They basically reach the

leadership in government and business; in their town, at the capital in Sacramento, in the financial district of San

Francisco, in the cities of Pittsburgh, and Chicago as well as internationally in Korea and China. They also do the

planning and organizing of annual prayer breakfasts on the local level, including the Governors Prayer

Breakfast in Sacramento. In addition, they have hosted international guests since President Nixon‘s

presidency.

I have just skimmed over the surface of their ‗opportunities‘ serving their state, country and the na-

tions in a deep commitment and an enduring vision.

Dorothy Davis Green

Glenn & Mary Ann Lott Murray Please give our thanks to Bobby Alberts for calling my brother Jerry Lott in Greeley and getting

our address so that we might receive the PVHS Reunion News. It was a real FUN treat to read

about many of the people we haven't seen or heard from since 1952.

I graduated in May 1952, and Glenn and I were married January 8, 1953, so we recently cele-

brated our 55th Wedding Anniversary. We have two daughters. Brenda, our oldest, is a recent

widow. We have four grandchildren from her: Nathan 26; Anna 23 (married to Kelly Larson);

Rachel 21 (who was married on Jan. 5th to Dan Jamison); and Sarah 19. Also one great grandson,

Judah, 21 months, the son of Anna. They all live in Grass Valley, CA, near us. Our other daugh-

ter, Tina, is married to Larry Bosh, and they have two children, Zachary 19, and Emily 16, and

live in Sacramento, CA, about one hour by car from us.

We lived in Hawaii for seven years, where Glenn was in the U.S. Navy Submarine Service, and the rest of the time in

California. We have been privileged to travel extensively and meet many interesting people over the years as we minis-

ter to business and government leaders in various parts of the U.S. and countries abroad.

My two sisters, Dorothy Lott Firestien lives in Windsor, Linda Lott Law lives in Greeley. My brother Jerry Lott also

lives in Greeley. My older brother Charles lives in an assisted living home in Greeley. They all attended Prospect Valley

for a few years. Jimmy Davis and Charles have been good friends since High School.

Glenn and I are looking forward to the reunion in September and will enjoy seeing many friends from long ago.

Thank you for your work in putting this together.

Mary Ann Lott Murray, Class of 1952

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I found a clipping from a newsletter sent out by the Great Western Sugar Co. about a junior

beet-grower tour in 1956. Most of the article is gone, but there is a picture of the Prospect

Valley junior beet-growers that I will attach. It's not a very clear picture and I can only iden-

tify a few of the people, but maybe someone else from PV will be able to identify the oth-

ers. In the very middle of the picture in the back row is Art Hofferber. To his left is Ted

Zimbelman. In front of Ted is Sammy Zimbelman and next to Ted in the back row is Rod-

ney Hofferber. Next in the front row is Teddy Zimbelman and I (flat top hair cut) am behind

him just to Rodney's left. I'm not sure who the person is in the ball cap - may be Ron Engle-

hardt. Then at the end is Clem Shrant (I think) and one of the Wagners. At the other side of

the picture, starting from left to right I think is Harry Amen. Right in front of him is my

Dad, Jake Vogel. I don't recognize the girl in front of Dad, but the girl next to her is Shirley

Kuhrt and the man in the overalls next to her is her Dad, Bill Kuhrt. These are the only peo-

ple I am reasonably sure I can identify.

We all were involved in raising sugar beets, from preparing the fields to planting, to thinning,

irrigating and then harvesting. We had to keep records about everything involved including

the tonnage at harvest and the amount of sugar in the beets. Man, that seems like a long time

ago!! 'Course it was some 52 years ago when the picture was taken. And

raising sugar beets was a lot of work! Ken Vogel ‘56

I have attached a photo that you can use for the sugar beet article. It was taken in the 1940s and shows a loader that was used to load beets onto the truck from a row of topped beets. After being pulled, the beets with tops were piled into rows about 4-5 feet apart. A float was dragged between them by tractor to make a smooth lane. The beets were then topped by hand and tossed

into the lane to make a continuous pile for the loader. This method preceded the mechanical harvesters and took a lot of hand labor. Just for kicks I added a crop duster photo. Jim Vogel ’53

(Picture contributed

by Ted Zimbelman)

SUGAR BEETS IN THE VALLEY