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It's a story of families who fought the wars, bought the inventions, endured
the Depression, withstood the racism.
It's the story of your family and mine.
The album is personal to me, both because I was a contributing writer and
because it includes a piece of my family's story. Carl and Augusta Swanson were
my wife's great-grandparents. They immigrated to Iowa late in the 19th century,
settling in the fertile farm country southwest of Stanton.
Their letters home to relatives in Sweden provide the basis for the first
story in "Iowa Family Album." The letters reflect the Swansons' pioneer spirit
and tell of such marvels as rural telephone service and automobiles (though
Augusta didn't approve of how much time boys spent with their cars, nor of how
fast they drove).
My family experienced some of the century's historic developments and events
acutely.
Medical advances, for instance, saved my life. My father's sister died in the
1920s of pneumonia before the development of antibiotics. I survived pneumonia
four times as a child, hating the foul-tasting pink medicine that my parents
forced down my throat.
As with many baby boomers, my wife and I owe our very existence to the social
upheaval caused by World War II. Because of the war, Wes Johnson (Carl and
Augusta Swanson's grandson), a farm boy from Essex, Ia., met Irene Barone, a
city girl from Bayonne, N.J. They served in the Navy together, fell in love and
settled in Iowa after the war. Their fourth daughter is my wife, Mimi.
Luke Buttry, a country boy from Chenoa, Ill., might not have gone to college
without the GI Bill. After serving in the Army Air Corps, he used GI benefits to
become the first collegian in his family. At college, he met Harriet Arnold, a
city girl from Chicago. I am their third son.
Other developments and events of the century were more distant.
As white folks, we watched the civil rights movement with interest but
without much personal stake. It changed our lives, integrating our
neighborhoods, schools and workplaces. However, we couldn't feel the impact as
profoundly as Frank and Helen Johnson of Marshalltown, the black family profiled
for the 1950s in the "Iowa Family Album."
We felt the impact of the Vietnam War a bit more. My father was in the Air
Force during most of the war, and we always worried about an assignment to 'Nam,
but it never came. I sweated out the possibility of the draft (my lottery number
Wednesday, Oct. 30 (during harvest). We got out three big loads today, 120
bushels. Amelia, Papa and I husked last load. Amelia got a letter from Joe today
and he sent a picture of his mother for Amelia to take care of for him. It is
the only one he has and he doesn't want to leave it at home with no one living
there. It is a picture of her in her coffin. Quite good though.
Monday, Nov. 4. Germany is alone now. Turkey and Austria have both signed our
peace terms. Sounds pretty good.
Saturday, Nov. 9. We don't have to make up the time lost when the schools
were closed but Porterfield absolutely refuses to give our wages. He says we can
go to court. War!!?? I hope peace comes soon. haha.
Monday, Nov. 11. PEACE HAS COME!!! Hurrah! Not with Porterfield, but with
Germany. Big celebrations. School was dismissed at 11:30 a.m. and they
celebrated all afternoon.
Wednesday, Nov. 13. Amelia had quite a talk with Porterfield last night. Told
him a few truths. Just what he needed. When we went to the Post Office tonight
Amelia's check was there and so was mine. Over $80 apiece. Peace in another
respect. haha.
Thursday, Nov. 14. Finished husking corn today, seems good to be through so
early.
Reporter Stephen Buttry can be reached at (515) 699-7058 or buttrys
@news.dmreg.com
GRAPHIC: _By: Van Newman, Grand Junction; Olive Fisher and her sister Amelia of
Grand Junction in 1919. At right, Olive Fisher in 1918.
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Thursday, Nov. 14. Finished husking corn today, seems good to be through so
early.
GRAPHIC: _By: Doris Wright, Stuart; Cora Wright of Morning Sun and seven other
girls leave the University of Iowa and travel to Washington, D.C. to aid the war
effort. She returned to Iowa in 1920 and taught high school. Shown are the seven
girls and Cora, who is second from right._By: Roberta Olsen, Nevada; Frederick
L. Maytag founded the Newton company that bears his name.
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HEADLINE: Photo Page;
1920s From Prohibition to jazz age, Iowans adjusted to the times; A determined
woman
BYLINE: Buttry Stephen, Staff
BODY:
Libbie Marie Kups Cohea roared through the '20s.
She grew from bloomers to flapper, from Bohemian daughter to American wife,
from farm girl to urban woman.
At 12 she learned to drive, at 14 she delivered bootleg liquor, at 16 she won
a Charleston contest, and at 18 she succumbed to jazz age rebellion by marrying
against her parents' wishes.
Libbie's daughter, J. Barbara Alvord of Des Moines, is writing a biography of
her grandmother. This story, of Libbie's life in the 1920s, is condensed and
adapted from Chapter Five of Alvord's "Through Different Eyes: The Life and
Times of Anna Mrkvicka Kups, 1889-1956."
A 1919 outbreak of hog cholera wiped out the Center Point farm of struggling
immigrants Jake and Anna Mrkvicka Kups. They moved to Cedar Rapids with Libbie,
9, and Lloyd, 2, eventually settling in a two-bedroom bungalow at 838 Daniels
St.
Libbie's mother sent her daughter off to city school wearing sensible rural
clothes -a starched dress over long-sleeved, long-legged white underwear, black
stockings pulled up to her knees. As soon as Libbie was out of her mother's
sight she stopped to roll and pin up the underwear so it wouldn't show. She was
desperate to "belong" as she mingled with students already wizened to urban
ways.
At the Saturday picture shows, Libbie spent a nickel to watch such stars as
Rudolf Valentino, Tom Mix and Lillian Gish. She dreamed of the romance and
glamour on the movie screen.
Libbie loved to read and used the public library every chance she could. She
explained newspaper articles to her mother, who struggled to read English.
The girl was athletic, beating neighborhood children in races and practicing
until she could kick her foot higher above her head than almost anyone.
When Jake bought a Chandler car, neither he nor Anna could drive.
Twelve-year-old Libbie became the family driver, with instructions from Anna's
sister, Louise, and her boyfriend. Within a couple weeks, she had her first
accident, costing Jake and Anna $16.
Shortly after the 18th Amendment passed in 1919, starting Prohibition, Anna's
brother-in-law, Walter Maciejewsky, built a still in his basement.
After Maciejewsky was burned in a still explosion, Anna and her foster
brother, Tony Prochaska, became partners in distributing his liquor. Anna sent
Libbie to deliver the homemade brew in Mason jars. She filled a basket for her
daughter and covered the jars with a dish towel, then accompanied the girl to
the trolley stop and gave her careful directions.
No one ever challenged the quiet young lady with innocent brown eyes and a
basket full of "jelly" jars.
She jiggled safely over trolley tracks all over town. Her mother met her
again at the trolley stop and the two counted the wadded bills and loose change
over the kitchen table.
The innocent-looking bootlegger was growing quickly into a headstrong young
woman. The determined wills of old-world mother and new-world American daughter
clashed repeatedly.
Libbie loved to dance. One night, after her mother had forbidden her to
leave, she crawled out a basement window in her faded flapper finery. Still able
to kick up her heels, Libbie won a Charleston contest at a neighborhood theater.
At 17, Libbie was working for her lunch at Wixstead's Drug Store when she met
a tall, slim man of Irish heritage, Jack Cohea.
Over mashed potatoes and meatloaf at the lunch counter, their romance
blossomed. By the girl's 18th birthday, Cohea was calling on her at her parents'
home and "My Blue Heaven" had become "their song."
Anna saw trouble ahead. He was 32, too old, Anna felt, for a high school
senior. Cohea was divorced, with five children. Six weeks before Anna's
firstborn was to graduate from high school, her opposition to Cohea erupted. In
an emotional confrontation on the front porch, Anna told Cohea to leave her
daughter alone.
Libbie packed her clothes and moved out, getting her own room at a boarding
house. She quit school and went to work in the Quaker Oats plant.
Libbie Marie Kups and Jack Cohea married April 18, 1928, before a justice of
the peace, with no family members present.
Their 2-inch-square bridal picture was taken in a 25-cent photo arcade.
Cohea took his young bride to Waterloo, where the John Deere plant was
hiring.
Jack Cohea would not be welcome in Anna's home until the birth of the
couple's daughter, Barbara, in 1931.
Libbie began her married life in Waterloo in rented rooms filled with
second-hand furniture, copying the frugal approach to living she had learned
from her Czech parents. But soon she found that she had been taught nothing
about the mysterious American stock market that crashed into her family's lives
Oct. 29, 1929.
Libbie's Roaring '20s quickly faded as events leading to the Great Depression
devastated the world she thought she knew.
Reporter Stephen Buttry can be reached at (515) 699-7058 or buttrys
@news.dmreg.com
GRAPHIC: _By: Barbara Alvord, Urbandale; The 25-cent arcade wedding photo of
Libbie Kups and Jack Cohea._By: Barbara Alvord, Urbandale; Libbie Kups was
driving this Chandler at age 12._By: Register; West Branch native Herbert Hoover
was elected president on Nov. 6, 1928._By: ODDS AND ENDS; Runs on banks,
pictured at left, and the stock market crash, pictured at right, ended the
high-flying '20s.
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HEADLINE: 1930s:Even during the Depression, Iowans remained optimistic;
Life in the mines
BYLINE: Buttry Stephen, Staff
BODY:
Even by Depression standards, the Somsky family lived a bleak life around the
Dallas County coal mines in the 1930s.
Miner Thomas Somsky and his wife, Anna, had 11 children, born in
Smokeyhollow, Wanlock and other Iowa coal towns from 1910 to 1932. At the Dallas
Coal Camp near Woodward, the family shared a four-room, unpainted house. Toilets
were outdoors, frigid in the winter and steamy in the summer, with mail-order
catalogs as toilet paper. Dirt roads made everything dusty or muddy.
"I did not realize the squalor of it all," Joe Somsky, the eighth child,
would recall. "This was life, and I enjoyed being. I didn't know it was a
miserable existence."
Patty Bittner and Sue Varley, granddaughters of Thomas and Anna, compiled the
family history for a 1998 reunion. They gathered the memories of Joe, who wrote
about the family's history before his death in 1997, and his brothers and
sisters. This account is adapted from that history.
Thomas Somsky, a Slovakian immigrant who moved about wherever mines were
hiring, went ahead of the family to Dallas County to rent a home in the "coal
camp," shacks built to house miners and their families.
The family followed, walking the last five miles from Granger. "Picture
this," Joe recalled. "The entourage: Ma, Marge, Agnes, George, Tommy, Catherine,
John and Joe and Gyp, the big German shepherd dog."
Anna, the oldest child, left home at age 15 to become a housekeeper. The
youngest three children, Dorothy, Paul and Albert, would be born in Woodward.
Anna Somsky did the laundry with "no washing machine, no dryer, just a tub
and washboard and the water heated on a coal-fired stove," Joe said. "After the
hand washing and hand wringing, the clothes were hung on a line outside, summer
and winter. I remember the stiff-frozen clothes being carried back into the
house."
Feeding so many mouths was a similarly huge task. "Always Ma was cooking,"
Joe said. "She seemed to be baking every day. Homemade bread, we always had
homemade bread. It became a rare treat to have store-bought bread."
Dorothy remembered "going with Catherine and Margaret Abramavich to get milk
from a farmer every day. We had to take our special pail with a lid on it to
carry the milk home."
Josephine Somsky, widow of George, told how Thomas and the boys contributed
to the family diet: "In the winter they hunted rabbits and squirrels to put meat
on the table. In cold weather, rabbits and squirrels were hung on the clothes
line after being skinned and dressed."
The Somsky parents, who had only a few years of school themselves, took
education seriously. "I can hear to this day, especially Ma, urging, 'Get the
schooling, you will get nowhere without it,' " Joe recalled.
Catherine received an eighth-grade diploma on June 1, 1933. In a letter to
sister Margaret, dated July 6, 1933, Catherine told of helping with religious
vacation school, playing bingo at a July 4 celebration and watching boys play
baseball.
She closed on an upbeat tone: "We are all feeling fine. And hope you are the
same. Will you please send me a package of bobby pins? I am going to try to set
my hair."
Eleven days later Catherine died of kidney infection.
Joe, five years younger, remembered the small children fighting at the dinner
table when Agnes, who turned 19 that day, came in and said, "What are you doing
Kinnick won the Heisman Trophy in 1939. His No. 4 jersey was retired in
recognition of his prowess as a scholar-athlete at the University of Iowa, which
named the football stadium in his honor in 1972._By: Register File Photo;
Grandview Park Baptist Church in Des Moines had a bus to take children to Sunday
school and church._By: Drive-up curb service for ice was available in 1938.
Register File Photo
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HEADLINE: Stoic Iowans pitch in for the war effort
BYLINE: Buttry Stephen, Staff
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"Dear Daddy," wrote 6-year-old Nancy Moore on Sept. 26, 1942. It was a
salutation repeated countless times by countless boys and girls writing to
daddies fighting a horrible war.
Nancy's letters, and Daddy's letters home, told of the trivial events of
their daily lives, with one heartfelt hope behind each word: that Daddy would
come home safely.
Daddy was Maj. Robert Moore, commander of Company F from Villisca, Ia.,
training in Northern Ireland. Moore saved Nancy's letter. It expressed the
request and the wish of nearly all boys and girls to daddies who have gone away:
"Are you going to send me something? I wish you were home to play with me."
Moore did, of course, send Nancy something. After Company F moved to
Scotland, he sent home some tartan fabric, writing to his daughter on Oct. 4,
1942, "Mommy can make you a skirt like the little 'boys' wear over here."
Indeed, Dorothy Moore made Nancy a kilt. Years later, Nancy Moore Watt bought