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Brennan Bulletin Term 1 2007—2008

All Things New

Brennan BulletinBrennan BulletinBrennan BulletinBrennan Bulletin Term 1 Year 2007—2008 Volume 9 Issue 1

Brennan School Box 1060 Newton, MB R0H 0X0 Tel: 204.267.2700 FAX: 204.267.2040 email: [email protected]

TTTT he saying “When God closes a door in your life, he

always opens a window” can certainly be applied to

me. When a brand new school was built in Springfield, I

could see myself as a gray-haired Ankela still teaching

within its walls. I had waited for that building for so long.

Little did I know that somewhere along this flat prairie-

land, my prince would come knocking and waltz me away

to a place almost foreign to me, where the only faces I

knew were the familiar Maendel clan.

They say ‘a change is as good as a rest’. I must dis-

agree. A rest does not require months of anticipation, ap-

prehension and uncertainties. It does not make the past

easy to forget. Neither does it demand physical and mental

labor.

This change for me was every bit as positive as it

was negative.

It was heart-

breaking leav-

ing behind the

relationships I

had estab-

lished with the

students in

Springfield.

Yet, it was

heartwarming

to know I can

start brand

new relation-

ships with the

children in

Elm River. It

was difficult

leaving behind

the walls of a

school where

so many dear

and precious memories were established in two short

years. Yet, it is exciting to think of the many special mo-

ments I will collect here.

Throughout my first summer in Elm River, I got a

glimpse of the attitudes and ambitions of the High School

Dienen I will be teaching, by purposely seating myself

beside them during Gmanorbet or chitchatting with them

while picking beans in the garden. I felt warmed by the

smiles of Elissa and Samantha, the giddiness in Stephanie

and Susanna and the enthusiasm of Amanda. The last thing

I wanted to do was start the school year without having

spoken a word to at least some of my students.

I am looking forward to being a full-time high

school teacher here at Brennan School. I am eager to share

my knowledge of various subject areas, including my pas-

sion for Math. Most of all, I am overwhelmed and even

ecstatic to have the opportunity to teach a four-part high

school choir. It is a pleasure to offer Woodworking, a

hands-on course, to hopefully benefit the community. I am

confident we will be able to celebrate many successes and

take part in many learning experiences this year and in the

years to come.

I know I have to be careful jumping through the

window that’s been opened for me. I am assured though

that whenever I do jump, I will have a soft landing because

I have the support of the leadership in Elm River, the par-

ents of my students, as well as the teaching staff in the

school. I hope we can continue working together for the

betterment of my new community.

Karen Maendel - Teacher

Brennan Bulletin Term 1 2007—2008 2

Königin...Königin...Königin...Königin...

DDDD ie kleine Königin

mag rot. Sie sagt,

„Male alles rot! Rot ist

meine Lieblingsfarbe.“

Sie bekommt ein Pferd.

Das muss auch rot sein.

Sie reitet glücklich

herum und singt, „Ich

bin eine Cowboy-

Königin. Rot, rot, rot,

sind alle meine Kleider.

Rot, rot, rot ist alles was

ich hab.“

Daria Hofer - Gr 1

AAAA m 12. Oktober 2007 machten die Kinder der Klassen 1-5 einen Ausflug nach Winnipeg zum Manitoba

Theater for Young People. Dort durften wir eine Aufführung „Königin der Farben“ sehen. Das ist eine

Kindergeschichte von Jutta Bauer, und wurde von Eva Noell, Paul Olbrich und Alexander Voynov aus

Erfreuliches Theater in Erfurt, Deutschland aufgeführt. Musik und Malerei machten die Vorführung lebhaft

und amüsierend.

Für die Kinder war das sehr lustig. Für mich als Lehrerin, war es nicht nur lustig, sondern auch sehr

erfreulich, weil unsere Kinder, bis auf das Jüngste fast jedes Wort verstanden, und deshalb haben sie es auch

herzhaft genossen. Die folgenden Bilder und Absätze bereiten einen Blick in die Geschichte.

Linda Maendel

CowboyCowboyCowboyCowboy----KönigenKönigenKönigenKönigen


...der...der...der...der Farben

DDDD ie kleine Königin geht ins blaue

Wasser. „Ach, das ist

schön!“ Sie schwimmt

eine Weile glücklich

herum. Dann fing sie

an zu frieren. „Brrrrr!

Es ist kalt! Es ist

zuuuuu kalt!“ Jeanita Maendel - Gr.1

Zu Kalt

B rrrrrrr! Die kleine Königin

frierte. Sie sagte zu Frau

Hofmalerin, „Male eine Sonne.

Noch eine! Noch eine!“

Frau Hofmalerin ist erstaunt

und sagt, „Nein!“

„Ja!“ schrie die Königin. „Ich

bin hier die Königin! Male

noch eine! Und noch eine.“

Bis auf dem Bild fünf Sonnen

waren!

Dann war es ihr zu heiß. Sie

weinte, „Es ist zuuuuu heiß! Es

is zuuuu heiß!

Adrian Maendel - Gr. 4

Zu Heiß!


DDDD ie kleine Königin kommt zu

einer gelben Wüste. Es ist sehr

heiß! Sie hatte durst. Endlich sieht

sie blaues Wasser. Und hüpfte

hinein.

„Kalt!“ und springt wieder heraus.

„Heiß.“ Und wieder hinein. So

geht es „Heiß! Kalt! Heiß! Kalt.“

„Male das blaue Wasser gelb an!“

sagt die Königin.

„Ja, ja, kleine Königin!“ und

Frau Hofmalerin mischt gelb und

blau zusammen. „Schön grün!“

Aber dann will sie noch viele

andere Farben darauf haben.

O Nein! Alles wird grau! Kristopher Hofer - Gr. 4

Zu viele Farben!

DDDD ie Königin hieß die Frau

Hofmalerin viele Farben

zusammen mischen. Die bunten

Farben verschwanden. Alles war

grau und traurig! Die kleine

Königin, Frau Hofmalerin und

Herr Hofmusiker waren zornig. Sie

zankten und schrieen lauthals:

„Du bist Schuld daran! Du hast

gesagt was ich malen soll.“

„Es ist deine Schuld! Du hast

gemalt.“

„Nein! Ich habe gemalt so wie

Herr Hofmusiker gespielt hat.“

Herr Hofmusiker ging zornig weg.

Arme Königin!

Joshua Hofer - Gr. 5

ARME Königin


Meine Farben sind weg!

D ie kleine Königin ist im

Hof. Alles is grau. Sie

weinte, „Ich will meine Farben.

Ich will meine Farben!“ Sie

weinte und weinte viele bunte

Tränen. Die bunten Tränen

bedeckten das graue Bild. Frau

Hofmalerin pustete die Tränen

weg. Dann ist alles wieder

schön bunt und die kleine

Königin ist wieder glücklich.

Alex Waldner - Gr. 5

AAAA m Ende des Tages ging

die Königin zu ihrem

Schloß. Sie war sehr

glücklich! Sie ging ins Bett

und hüpfte bis sie müde

war. Dann legte sie sich hin

und schlief ein. Sie träumte

von ihrem schönen Tag.

Alles ist schön bunt; rote

Blumen, blauer Himmel,

gelbe Sonne und grünes

Gras. Wunderschön!

Laura Hofer - Gr. 5

Schöne Träume


I I I I RememberRememberRememberRemember

IIII remember feel-

ing excited when

our school did the

play, “Miracle on

Bethlehem Street.

IIII remember feel-

ing giggly about

the police car I re-

ceived as a gift, be-

cause Gabriel fol-

lowed it and laughed.

IIII remember feeling excited when my

mom said, “We can’t just open our

presents, we should be thankful that

God sent us Jesus as our Savior.” He is

the best present.

IIII remember feeling sad when we

went to Bloomfield at Christmas

time. I wanted to stay at my Elm River

Ankela’s, because I love her so much.

IIII remember feeling

happy for my remote

control car that I received

from my mom when I

was 8 years old.

Joshua Hofer - Gr. 5

IIII remember feeling shocked when I

saw Amanda dressed as Mary hold-

ing the baby Jesus upside down.

IIII remember feeling excited when

Roger came home from Calgary and

brought Leroy and me a Play Station 2.

IIII remember feeling neischierich

when I got a big, long present: a

race track!

IIII remember feeling glad when An-

gela and I wrapped presents for our

family.

IIII remember feeling stuffed when I

finished eating chips and dip at our

family Christmas supper.

Alex Waldner - Gr. 5


IIII remember the exciting feeling I

had when I saw the Magna-

Doodle I received from my parents

when I was eight years of age.

IIII remember enjoying a delicious

shrimp Christmas supper with my

family.

IIII remember the silly play “Best

Christmas Pageant Ever” at our

concert two years ago.

IIII remember a sad Christmas when

my Ankela wasn’t here. She just

had her first Christmas in heaven. My

dad said, “I wish grandma were

here.“

IIII remember feeling angry at King

Herod for killing all the babies in

Bethlehem, when I heard the Christ-

mas story.

Damion Hofer - Gr. 6

Christmases PastChristmases PastChristmases PastChristmases Past

IIII remember feeling overjoyed when I

got a bed canopy from my sister

Elissa. I was so happy, I gave her two

hugs!

IIII remember feeling disappointed when

my sister Rochelle did not come

home for Christmas.

IIII remember feeling happy when my

aunts from Poplar Poimt came to our

Christmas concert.

IIII remember feel-

ing surprised

when I got a teddy

bear from Mrs.

Diggle: we had a

draw at the Christ-

mas concert and

my name was

pulled out.

IIII remember feeling awesome when

the Essnschuel children did a black

light activity showing the Christmas

story in the new Kuchl.

IIII remember feeling joyful when my

mom sang Christmas songs with the-

other mothers at the Christmas dinner in

the old kitchen.

Shaniah Hofer - Gr. 6


“H ey Roman willst oigean zu log cabin?” I ask

my cousin Roman.

“Mir kinnetn affn Heisela orbetn” Roman re-

plies.

It is a beautiful summer day in July. We make

our way down to the log cabin which is located beside

the La Salle River near the strawberry patch. We sit

down on a log in front of our log cabin and think

about how we could improve.

Suddenly Roman suggests, “We could build a

raft! We’ve got enough railroad ties to make one.”

“Yeah great idea,” I reply.

“We can build it beside the creek near the log

cabin. That way it will be easier to get it into the wa-

ter.” We get all the railroad ties we can, from our junk

pile. No one uses them anyway. They are unbearably

heavy and hard to carry, but we manage. We stack

them together, then make our way home for supper.

Next day, early in the morning, Roman comes

into our house to get me and tells me his buddy Titus

from Valley View Colony is coming for a week.

“Great! He can help us with the raft! When

should he be arriving?” I ask Roman.

“Ich glaub ba Mittoch,” Roman answers.

“Well, let’s collect all the supplies we will

need,” Roman suggests. We go to Lenny’s old trailer

that is full of old tools and construction supplies. We

get some nails and boards for joining the railroad ties

together until Titus arrives.

“Man, this raft is going to be awesome, sitting in

the warm sun, fishing, even making a hideout on it,” I

think to myself. By the time we are finished, it’s time

to go to Mittogesn. As we leave the Essenschuel, we

see a green van at Roman’s house. We rush over and

sure enough, it is Titus. We get our hammers and

head down to our log cabin, Titus along with us. On

the way down, we explain to Titus what we are trying

to make. We arrive at our log cabin and get straight to

work getting the boards. We hammer the boards onto

the railroad ties to hold them together securely.

“This is going to be great!” I tell Roman

“Come on, we’re almost finished,” I tell them.

After a lot of hammering, our magnificent raft is com-

pleted.

“Let’s get it into the water. I want to check it

out,” Roman instructs us. We push the raft into the

water. “Splash!” the raft goes when we drop it into

the water. We get the paddles and jump on.

River RaftRiver RaftRiver RaftRiver Raft “Wow! This thing is awesome” I tell both of

them.

“This thing is off balance!” Titus says. “If you

go to the right side, it tilts right. If you go on the left

side, it tilts left. Same thing with the front and the

back. We have to stay exactly in the middle or we

will be eating seaweed.”

“We should have made it broader, but the prob-

lem is we don’t have any more ties to do that,” I tell

Roman. We start paddling carefully, watching so we

don’t move around, causing it to tilt. We’re in the

middle of the river when suddenly the raft tilts and

SPLASH! Roman goes flying off into the water. After

a while he comes up, covered with seaweed. He tries

to get back onto the raft but he soon finds out the raft

starts to tilt.

“Ah! Get off Roman or I’ll be in the water with

you.” SPLASH!

“I told you to keep off, didn’t I!” I yell at Ro-

man. Now Roman and I are all soaked. Titus, the only

one left on the raft, is laughing like a hyena. Then Ro-

man and I tilt the raft, he goes flying head first into

the river. After a while he comes up covered with

mud.

“Yuck, this stuff is disgusting,” Titus informs us.

As if we didn’t know.

“Don’t forget about the smell. I mean you smell

as if you fell into a manure pit,” I tell him. We drag

the raft out to shore and make our way home, all wet.

It’s just time for snack.

“What if our parents are going to be mad at us?”

I say.

“Well, you'll just have to grin and bear it.”

“Oh man! I just hope my mom will go easy on

me.” I moan. I walk swiftly into the bathroom, but my

parents catch me.

“What happened?” my mom asks.

“I’ll explain later, first I need to take a bath,” I

tell her. After taking a nice bath, I get dressed go out

for a snack and tell my parents what happened. And

you won’t believe this! They actually let me off easy,

too easy.

Today, the raft is somewhere a drift on the river,

but it brings back good memories of our younger

days. Perhaps one day the next generation will have

another adventure.

Caleb Hofer - Gr. 8


“Ok, everyone, if you want to go hiking, here are the

maps,” Ernie from Baker reminds us. “And don’t forget to

take your water bottles along.”

Craig, Leroy, Caleb, Glendon and I head off to hike as

a group. Leroy grabs the map. There are two hiking trails.

One is 7.5 km long and the other one 1.6 km long.

“Kumm den 1.6 km trail nehmen” Caleb and the rest

of our team decide.

A few other kids from Elm River and Baker join us.

We really did not like that, because we older boys wanted

to stroll alone and have a good time. Ernie, a Baker teacher

decides to come along, too.

As we hike, the five of us make a plan to get rid of the

smaller kids. There are two trails that both lead to the same

area; a bird watch stand. We take a

narrower trail up a hill and down to

the stand. We’re waiting there for a

few minutes, for the rest of the group

to appear. We sit there and look at

the huge hills of sand until everyone

leaves. When the smaller kids and

Ernie have moved on, Craig, Leroy,

Caleb, Glendon and I decide to take

a short cut, so we can beat the group

ahead of us to the big sand hill. We

arrange this right after the teachers

announced we should stay on the

trail. In retrospect, this was not a

very smart move to make.

“Es is zu haβ,” Glendon complains as we walk

through the hot sand.

We stroll along and Craig decides to take another short

cut. The rest of us join him. Walking a few meters, how-

ever, Craig and I start jogging and after that we start run-

ning. We really want to beat the other students. After a

while we are way ahead of Leroy, Glendon and Caleb.

When we finally get there, it seems we have been

walking and jogging for hours, but in reality it is only 20

minutes. It is unbelievably hot. I can feel the sun beating

on my head, back and neck. We remove our suspenders

and let our shirt hang out so we can chill out. The sand is

awfully hot, but we get used to it. I look back and see

Leroy, Glendon and Caleb stride up a hill to catch up. It

seems like they’ve been walking for days, lost in an empty

arid desert area.

“Maybe we should wait for them,” I suggest.

“Se sein weit hinter. Wie long wistn wortn? Se homm

es Woser und die map. Mir homm nix.

“Ok man, whatever you say.”

Seeing the other group far in the distance, we start to

run. We run so fast and hard we get a stunning pain in our

“W e are what??” I exclaim.

“I think we are lost!!” Craig repeats.

“Ja, I noticed it too,” I joke, hoping he’s doing the

same.

“Hey, I’m serious! We’ve been on foot for a while! Do

you spot any trails?”

I look around. “Nope! Do you have a map?”

“Na, ich hob kanna gnomen!,” He stutters. “Leroy

has it.”

“That’s a lot of help!” I sputter.

I rest my hands on top of my head and try to think of a

way to get back to the trails.

Tired, thirsty and sweaty with hardly any hope left, we

walk on, heads hanging, trying not to think that we’re lost.

We talk about other stuff to get

it off our minds. All I can think

about is how disappointed my

parents and teachers will be.

“How can I face them?”

“What will I tell them?”

“After their clear warn-

ings to “stay together,” and

“be careful!” Would they un-

derstand that we got lost acci-

dently? How would we ex-

plain?” We had started out

with such excitement!

We had all eagerly looked

forward to this day for weeks,

and now the day had finally come for Elm River and Baker

K-8 students to tour the Manitoba Agriculture Museum in

Austin, then hike through Spirit Sands at Spruce Woods

Park.

The Agriculture Museum was sometimes too boring.

Tour guides showed us all kinds of antique tractors and

farm machinery. The museum had a village with stores

and houses we could tour.

After all the touring, Craig, Leroy, Caleb and I board

the Baker bus for the ride to Spruce Woods Park with their

students.

“So how is the Better Air business going?” Craig asks

Glendon.

“Good, like always. . . I guess,” he answers.

We keep traveling. Craig, Leroy and I chat with Jodi

and Marita, while Glendon shows Caleb his camera and

the pictures he has already taken.

When we finally arrive at Spruce Woods Park, we

clamber out and explore the surroundings.

“Dos is länger wie ich hob gmant es weat sein,” I

remark.

“Jo, no kidding!” Craig agrees.

Spirit Sands ScandalSpirit Sands ScandalSpirit Sands ScandalSpirit Sands Scandal

“We can cut across here?

It would be a short cut.”

We both knew we should

remain on the trail, but

we are too exhausted

and we really want to get

back, so we set out.”


side.

“Craig! We need to stop and catch our breath!” I puff.

I wonder all along how Leroy and the other two are

getting along. I have an uncomfortable feeling, that we

could get lost, which would be a major problem.

We finally come to a small cabin or resting point.

There is also a huge map there with a star indicating where

we are and another star where the trail started.

“At least do is e map!” I exclaim.

We fix our eyes on the map, trying to find the stars.

“Ok! All we need to do is take this trail until we are

here, then we cut down there……” We make plans on

how to get back.

With renewed hope, we head off again. We walk on

and on. Finally we come to a place where we can see the

trail curve.

“Look! The trail is curving a 90° angle to the right.”

Craig says, “We can cut across here, which would be a

short cut.” We both knew we should remain on the trail,

but we are too exhausted and we really want to get back,

so we set out.

The trail seems to be making a 90° angle, so heading

off; we start running through bushes and up more sand

hills. Getting through the bushes is kind of tough, because

we have to do some fancy weaving. It is horribly hot and

the branches aren’t helping either. It feels like 50° Cel-

sius. Once more we walk through bushes, but we never

get to the trail. I think of the children of Israel - 40 years of

this!

“Maybe we should have stuck to the trail,” I suggest a

little later.

“Ja, good idea, maybe next time you should bring it up

sooner,” Craig teases. I just try to ignore him.

At that moment, Craig sees the bird watch stand.

“Look. The bird watch stand we first came to! We are

not to far away from the others after all.”

We start off. As we come to the top we start yelling,

hoping for a reply. Not even our echo returns. We hope

someone will hear us and yell back. We follow the trail

where we had walked on before we got lost. Then it splits

up.

“Es is vlacht dos do,” I suggest.

We dart off down a hill. Craig is running in front of

me. When we come down, Craig steps into an unexpected

hole, falls, and rolls a few feet.

“Whoa, are you all right?” I inquire, concerned he

might have sprained his ankle or something. I don’t even

want to think of having to drag him out of here.

“Ja! I think I can walk.”

He gets up and we walk back to where the trail splits

up. Craig limps a little, but it gets better eventually. This

time we take the right trail back to where we’re supposed

to go. We talk a little, wondering if the teachers will be

mad at us and what they will say.

As we carry on, a man and his wife ask us with a

funny accent. “Are you Craig and Roman?”

Craig and I look at each other, both knowing what big

trouble we might be in.

“Yes,” we reply.

“Ok your parents and teachers are looking for you. All

you need to do is take this trail till you come to the old

horse wagons, then cut to the right and you will get back

with your group.”

We already knew where to go but it was kind of him to

help and all.

“Warum is er nitt enter kummen?” I ask sarcastically.

“Hey, I think we’re in big trouble man,” Craig reminds

me.

“Has it occured to you that we ruined the whole field

trip because of this? What will the other kids think of us?

Our whole colony will know about this today yet.”

We know the others are probably worried sick about

us. I really don’t want to face my family, our teachers and

the kids after what happened. So with an uncomfortable

feeling we come in sight of them. They come running to-

wards us with water. My mom is first; “Oh my goodness!”

She says as she hugs us. “Are you all right?” She asks her

eyes huge and watery.

“We were worried sick about you!” my dad exclaims.

They give us water and ask what had happened.

“You should have taken a map and stuck with the

group and the trails.” my teacher Robert tells us.

A park warden had bean called and he asked my dad

questions about us, our names, if we have ever been lost

before and how old we were.

We plod to a pump and wash our faces. The cool,

water feels refreshing.

That was a very tough experience! The first time I got

lost. I wonder how many miles we made that day. The

kids crowd around and ask us questions.

“What went wrong?” my brother Damion asks.

“Where were you?” Caleb enquires.

“We thought you’d be back before us!” Glendon re-

marks.

“Did you know that Hannah from Baker went two

miles back in the sand hills and yelled for your names?

Didn’t you hear her?”

“No.” Craig replies, “We yelled too but not a sound

came back.”

We tell them all about our adventure.

One thing I learned that day is to always stay on the

marked trails when hiking and take water and a map along.

Next time we will be wiser and obey the rules that were

given.

Facing my family, my teachers and friends was pretty

tough. All along that was all I thought about, my biggest

worry. I thought every one would be angry and mad at us.

However, they were just concerned and not mad at us at

all. But in the end, everything turned out alright.

Roman Hofer - Gr. 9


Good Turns Bad

W e’ve just finished supper and the Buebm are

not playing hockey, so that means the kids will

be playing. I walk to the carpenter shop to get my

Mission skates and my one-piece composite stick.

Since I’m desperate to set foot on the smooth ice, I

run to the rink, enter the hockey hut and pull on my

comfortable skates.

“How do you like your sticks?” I ask the other

guys.

“This is the best one!” everyone answers at once,

showing me their wooden, two piece

sticks!

I just laugh at them and head for

the ice, knowing I have the best one.

It’s a one-piece and is the ultimate for

stick handling.

I step onto the smooth ice and ex-

perience the best feeling in the world.

I speed skate around the medium

sized rink getting me into the skating mood and to kill

time while waiting for the others so we can get the

match started that I’ve been waiting for all day.

Fifteen long minutes later, everyone has arrived.

The teams are made and ready to start the battle. The

game begins with a face off. Each team scores until

the score is five all. We stay at that score for a while.

Our opponents score two easy, quick goals to give

them the lead and all the confidence.

My teammates notify me with a few words that I

have to do something to get us back on our feet and

get back into the game. I know I have to do some-

thing.

The athletic competition begins once again; I take

the puck and start down the ice picking up speed until

I am skating all out. I pull off a few well known

deeks to get around a few guys, look down on the

puck and up again.

Ten feet in front of me is Adrian, a small 10 year

old boy, in the middle of the ice. I speed right to-

wards him trying to trick him by stepping to the side

at the final moment. I step to the side but not far

enough.

The right side of my body slams into him!

A 175-pound boy against a sixty-five pound kid.

He has no chance!

The huge impact causes him to spin like a top and

collapse on the ice. I glance back. He isn’t moving. I

start to think what have I done? I turn around slowly

as I wonder out loud.

He looks like he’s dead.

This indescribable feeling rushes through me as

Joe and Adrian’s dad, Alfred, charge over to him. Joe

knows CPR, and does what he can to get him to re-

gain consciousness. I skate over to him slowly with

thousands of questions in my head. I only manage to

ask one of them,

“Is he awake?” Joe is in such a rush, he only re-

plies, “Get back guys. Give him

room!”

They all stand back, but I skate

closer and ask, “Will he be all

right?”

Joe answers, “I don’t know, just

give me time.”

Not knowing what to say or think,

I stand there and stare at Adrian,

thinking of what I’ve done and hoping he will get up,

but it appears that my hopes are failing big time. I

skate away, head down with the worst feeling in me

that I’ve ever experienced. I hear Adrian moan and I

look back. I see him start to move around a bit. A

sigh of relief fills me; I quickly turn around and skate

back. Joe and Alfred carry him off the ice and the

game continues, but it was a totally different game for

me now. I really didn’t care what the score is. We’re

playing hockey without scolding, just feeling relieved

that everything turned out well.

Usually after the match, we talk about the high-

lights of the game, but this time, everyone was de-

scribing what they saw and felt when I hit Adrian by

accident. Everyone agrees it was a big collision,

The next day everyone is still telling each other

how I hit Adrian and gave him a concussion. I can’t

believe I gave him a concussion, but picturing that hit

in my brain and everything else, I just have to believe

it.

Ever since that incident, I’ve changed. I kept tell-

ing myself to be careful around little kids. Because

every time I step on the ice with kids, this image fills

my head. The image of when I creamed Adrian, caus-

ing a concussion, which could have been something

that could have ruined his life and mine forever.

Craig Hofer - Gr. 9

The huge impact

causes him to spin

like a top and he

collapses to the ice.


Ford

Science Fieldtrip

I t was the winter of 2006.

Our white colony van was on its way to Fair-

holme Colony to attend the science field trip to Bran-

don. We arrived there around 9:00 and boarded the

Fairholme bus. We were on our way in no time, trav-

elling on the Trans Canada Highway west to Bran-

don.

The first thing we did was tour the huge coal

burning plant that generates electricity for the city of

Brandon. First we walked into the lunch room and

waited for a few tour guides. Next we split into

smaller groups and begin our tour.

Our tour guide took us to almost all the floors

and some of the interesting rooms. Every room

smelled like burnt coal and everything was covered in

black. Some of the students asked questions like,

“How many floors are there in this building?”

Their response was, “About 12 floors and from-

the 12th you can see down to the first floor, because

there are all cage floors and can see through them

all”.

“That’s pretty cool!” mentioned another student.

When we were through the coal burning place,

we went to a nuclear plant. It was also a huge and in-

teresting to tour.

For dinner, all the students drove to Pizza Hut

and had lunch. As soon as we walked through the

door, we could smell the pizza. Right away we knew

something good was coming up. We could eat all the

pizza we wanted.

Next came the best part of the trip - bowling at

the Thunderbird Bowling Club. Our teacher, Evelyn

put us into four or five groups and then we each

group bowled ten rounds. I had one of the best scores

of all the students. It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed

getting to know the rest of the students.

After every group had finished with their bowl-

ing game, we toured two small water treatment plants.

They were both very interesting places to visit. Again

we split into groups and we both had a tour guide. We

saw lots of different kinds of fuel and empty tanks.

Also lots of big pumps that pump water in from the

Assiniboine River.

Finally, we started driving home on the long

road to Fairholme Colony. We had supper there, and

some of the other students went home. Around 7:00,

our driver came and picked us up and we also went

home. It was a long, tiring day, but we had a great

time and learned a lot.

Andrew Waldner - Gr. 10

FFFF ord, as every one knows, is a brand of vehicle. It has the best towing capacity, luxury interior

and is built tough just for you.

I think Ford has the best towing capacity of most

of the trucks. Many people prefer a Ford as a pulling

truck for their flat bed or van trailer. Even while pull-

ing heavy trailers, its fuel mileage is awesome. When

going a distance it will pull your load and at the same

time save you money on its fuel. So if you need a

pulling truck, Ford will be there for you.

Ford, as you may know, has the best luxury inte-

rior. It is made comfortable for you. There’s as much

leg room in the back as in the front, so the back pas-

sengers can also ride in comfort. The front has com-

fortable, switch–controlled seats, so you can adjust

them any way you want. The steering wheel and the

controllers are right there in front of you. You don’t

have to go reaching for the radio or the heater. The

vehicles’ suspension will also make it the most com-

fortable ride you’ll ever drive.

Ford is the toughest truck on the planet. It is

made of tough steel and bolted together by the tough-

est and strongest bolts. The bottom frame of the vehi-

cle is totally closed in and it doesn’t allow any flexi-

bility. Also the whole vehicle is closed off at the

front and the back to make it tough when being hit.

So if you want a tough truck, Ford is tough enough,

because trucks don’t get any tougher. Talk to any of

our Mandle and they’ll tell you the same.

Michael Hofer - Gr. 10


Hole in 1Hole in 1Hole in 1Hole in 1

“T his colony is so boring.” Spit.

“I mean there is nothing to do.” Spit.

“We should go looking for trouble.” I said

while sitting on our front porch with Jared, Andrew,

Tyson and spitting sunflower seeds after Sunday

school with nothing to do yet again.

“Hey! I know something we can do. We could go

break windows or go in the woods and build a

teepee,” Jared said. We all thought that was a good

idea, so we all started walking in the direction of the

woods. We were walking beside the carpenter shop

when Mack, the E&R boss, called out.

“Boys, could you please come and

help me lift the camper onto the black

F150 carpenter pickup.”

While we walked into the shop, I

hesitated a little, because my mind

started thinking.

Campers are really heavy. Now I

don’t want to make it look like I’m a

wimp. So I went in. It didn’t look very heavy, but I

doubted if I could lift the camper.

My doubts went away when I noticed there were

five people lifting. The problem was that I was lifting

at a corner. While we are lifting, the sharp camper

pegs that are inserted into the bedholes of the pickup

and I am not looking where my hand is placed. I took

my hand out from under the camper when Jared

shockingly announced, “Benji, look at your hand!”

I looked down and saw a half-inch hole in my

right hand. I thought my eyes would be jumping in

and out like I usually see in those animated movies. I

saw a big, gaping hole. Not to mention the meat and

bone inside the hole. The sight of that would make

any solid object faint, because I did.

As quick as possible, Jared jumped on his blue

mountain bike and drove for help. Andrew just stood

there panicing. Mack and Tyson ran over and started

slapping, pinching, and yelling at me.

“C’mon Benji! You got to stay with me. Don’t

faint!”

I couldn’t help it, because the stuff I saw inside

my hand was uuggllyy. I felt dizzy just looking at it. I

thought sitting down would prevent me from falling,

but they wouldn’t let me. They had to hold me up

because I started to wobble around.

The strangest thing was, I didn’t feel any pain in

my hand.

When my dad arrived at the shop door with his

black, long box, F150 pickup, I jumped in and my

mom, dad and I drove to the Portage District Hospi-

tal. I had to wait a very long time to see the doctor. I

knew they would use frightful stitches to fix my hand.

By that time, excruciating pain rushed through

my hand, I had to pinch my left hand very hard to

take my mind from the pain in my right hand.

Soon I started beefing. “Es tut su dunish weha.”

I thought at a time like this, someone would be close

to dying, because of the long wait.

I started swearing to myself be-

cause I had to wait hours and hours

just to get a few stitches.

After a few hours, we went into a

white room. After us, Dr. Howden

came in. He washed my hand. Then

came the hardest part. He pushed a

sharp needle into my arm to freeze

the hand and that was excruciatingly painful. Next he

took some string and a needle and stitched it up. Fi-

nally, he put on new bandages because the other rags

were saturated with blood.

Dr. Howden then gave us information that helped

me realize how fortunate I was. If the peg would have

gone in a few millimeters farther, it would have hit

my main blood vein and I would have lost a lot of

blood.

When he was finished, we drove home. The

stitches on my hand were a bit of a problem because I

couldn’t use it. At times, I would stretch my skin and

it hurt when I did that. If I tilted my hand just a little

bit, a sharp, stinging pain would begin, so I tried hard

not to use that hand.

After we got home, I went for a walk with Ty-

son. Everywhere I went, everybody asked, “What

happened to your hand?” and I would have to tell eve-

rybody what happened.

Pretty soon I got tired of telling the story, so I

went home and just slept for the rest of the day.

Benjy Hofer - Gr. 10

“The sight of that

would make any

solid object faint,

because I did.”


Patch and Stitch

Mom tells us, “Mir mochn heint in Keller rein.“

“K,” we say half heartedly

Mom gives everyone a job

Mine, helping Roger put boxes in the crawl space

Tough, intense work for a six year old boy

I was a small, short Mandl

Couldn’t reach the crawl space

Roger sets up a table that I can stand on

Mom asks Roger if he made sure the legs all snapped in place

Means they are locked

Roger was sure he had

Few minutes later we were all hard at work

And suddenly……. Unexpectedly

The table gave way and down I went

Tried to catch myself at the edge of the table

Apparently the table had sharp edges and there was the cut

Couldn’t catch myself

Tried to cushion my fall, with my hands

Too late, I slammed into the pavement

Everyone in the basement heard it

Came to my aid immediately

Mom didn’t panic, knew what to do

Held a rag to my hand

“Roger, get Dad from church,” mom instructs

One minute later dad comes along

Already got bleeding under control

15 minutes later we sit in the Portage General Hospital

Wonder why we are waiting so long

We have an emergency here with me

But finally a doctor comes along

Nice guy, seems experienced, looks okay to me

Didn’t think that, after he gave me that needle

After he patches me up, about five stitches

Dad buys me ice cream

So tired, mom doesn’t let me sleep

Probably won’t wake up if I sleep

But I go to the couch to rest

Night, night.

Leroy Waldner - Gr. 9


TouchdownTouchdownTouchdownTouchdown !!

“HUT!”

Feet pounding

Bodies clashing

Two blockers crashing to the ground

I stand alone

“Hey!”

An open receiver

My hand yanks out

The pigskin flies

into the hands of the receiver

A touchdown

“Yea!”

Happiness on the field

Hands in the air

Claps all around

Victory!

It’s ours.

Jared Hofer - Gr. 11

A giant bear hug from my mom and

dad,

Cuddling my teddy bear Timmy,

Bed at night when it is heated up,

My fleecy sweater on a windy winter

day,

Fuzzy moccasins when my feet are cold

from walking on the cold floor,

Friends when they come to my birthday

party,

My electric heater when I come inside

when hadn’t worn my mittens,

Singing Obendliedlen with my family.

Shaniah Hofer - Gr. 6

Warm is...


Letter To Heaven

It’s six weeks today since you left us.

Though it feels like six months.

Our lives will never be the same

without you here with us.

Uncle Albert says it already feels so empty

not to see you sitting in your chair as

he walks by your window.

I know you’re in a better place and won’t be coming back.

Ankela must have been waiting for you at the gates,

just like she promised you she would.

I hope she likes the roses that we sent along for her.

Did you kiss her on the cheek and give her all our love?

Please tell her that we love her so,

We’re dreaming of the day we will be with her again.

It’s almost 26 years ago since we last saw Aunt Susie.

I’m sure she was overjoyed to see you.

Please tell her that my momma misses her so.

That she even named a daughter after her—ME— to keep her

memory alive.

I never met Sanna Basel, but have heard so much about her.

I feel like I missed out on knowing a truly special person in my

mom’s life.

And also little Christine and baby Jacobi, who we never got to

know.

Please kiss them on the cheek and hold their little hand,

You’re the grandpa they never got to meet here on earth.

I was talking to Jesus just yesterday, Olvetter.

I told him if He had a spare moment

To let you know that we have not forgotten you.

You are still in our hearts and in our minds

And that’s where forever you will stay.

Susanna Hofer - Gr. 11


Admirable Essentials G

arett is one of the most athletic, sports crazy

people that I know. When the Buebm and Diene

want to go to the gym, he’s the person we call to ar-

range everything. I don’t know how a person can

have so much energy to go, go, go all the time.

Whether it is -30°C or +30°C he’s up to a game of

hockey, soccer, basketball, etc. He is simply most at

ease when busy playing a sport. On top of that, he’s

really smart, from his work to games, and of course

school. He’s always been caring and reliable, lending

a helpful hand or just giving me that smile of his that

makes me believe that the problems in life are a fun

ride that will turn out for the better.

He is the smartest at nearly everything, includ-

ing school, especially when it comes to figuring out a

game or an activity, like those trick riddles. He knows

what is the best way to do his work. I’ve always ad-

mired him. I mostly play games for fun, to spend time

with friends or pass the time, but Garett, on top of

doing that, he seems to immediately find the best way

to play it and win the game, even simple games likep-

ing-pong.

Since he remembers mostly everything, has

his head filled with all kind of information, it’s hard

to get him stuck with anything, no matter how hard

we try. When playing ‘four on a couch’, it seems like

he programs who has what name into his head. As a

result of that, he usually wins. He never gets stuck up

or annoyed.

On top of everything, my brother is a person

you can depend on - he’s reliable in every way. When

I ask him for a favor, helping me wash dishes, carry

something to the basement; it’s rare when he forgets

to do it or says he doesn’t have time. He finds a way

to help me out, no matter what it is, even when it’s

just something small.

‘Garett’ is the name most often heard in our

school when somebody needs help with their work.

Students have said that he can define certain things

like math problems better than their teacher. I’m talk-

ing from experience, since he’s helped me a lot with

my math assignments, I’ve got to say I agree.

He’s also not a person that gets excited or

worked up about anything. My mom always says that

an elephant could trot into the house and he’d barely

lift his head to look at it. But staying calm in all pos-

sible situations is just part of his charm, showing that

life is too short to get worked up about anything.

Throughout the years Garett has been the

greatest older brother and friend to me. He is truly

someone I can look up to. He lifts my spirits with his

brilliant smile and deep blue eyes and makes every

event enjoyable with his easy going personality.

Amanda Hofer - Gr. 11


I am...

IIII am like a tiger because they appreciate solitude.

But, I would like to be like a wolf, working to-

gether with my comrades to accomplish great things.

IIII am like the color red because it facially shows

an athletic characteristic.

But, I would like to be a darker red – more aggressive

and energetic.

IIII am like an eraser because I don’t leave messes

and keep a clean sheet

But, I would like to be like a marker, leaving positive

marks in people’s hearts.

IIII am like a coconut, hard on the outside and soft

and healthy on the inside.

But, I would like to be like an apple, crunchy and

juicy, so that people always come back for more.

Garett Hofer - Gr. 12

Treasure

Chest

The treasure we all live in

But only some can see,

The treasures of the earth

The treasures of the sea.

You walk upon them everyday

Your eyes can see them clear,

The treasures that God put there

For you and me to share.

The trees that give us oxygen,

And brighten up the land.

Well, people take them for advantage

To build their houses with.

The water we keep running

And waste a ton each day.

Some day you’ll beg for it,

But none will be to spare.

The sun that shines so beautiful

And gives us light each day.

Your cars are burning holes in her

Some day she’ll burn in you.

Don’t take advantage of this treasure

For it will turn on you,

It all depends on what you do today

Cause tomorrow is too late.

So I’ll save this little treasure chest

Be careful what I do

But it’s up to you to follow me

And help me save this treasure.

Elissa Hofer - Gr. 11


Pictures of pleasant PlacesPictures of pleasant PlacesPictures of pleasant PlacesPictures of pleasant Places

TTTT here are times in every person’s life where they

are self-absorbed and times when they want to

have the company of friends. Here in Elm River Col-

ony, there are places I like to visit when I want to be

alone and places I want to experience with friends.

One of my favorite places is at the train tracks.

They are about half a mile from colony, and in the

summer when you walk down there at the right time,

you spot some gorgeous sunsets. Because there are no

trees obstructing the view we can see both beautiful

of sunsets and sunrises. I like walking down there

when it is dark already and the stars are coming out. I

enjoy sitting on the tracks and scanning the skies for

falling stars. There is nothing more peaceful on earth

than the skies dotted with stars.

But all that peace vanishes when you hear a

train whistle from a mile away. When we go to the

tracks with some visitors it’s fun to scare them a bit.

When we reach out and pretend to touch a fast mov-

ing train, visitors flip out. They scream out at us and

try to drag us away. Another funny thing is when you

have visitors overnight and you ask them how they

slept. They say it would have been better if the train

didn’t whistle past every hour. Because we are al-

ready used to it we don’t understand why it would

prevent someone from sleeping.

During the summer about a year ago Sonia, one

of our Diene, decided to make a trail in the bush by

the river and have it circle back to the colony. We all

thought it was a fine idea and soon got to work. We

have been working on it for close to 2 years now and

it’s almost finished. The Diene come back with shears

and cut away the small branches that are in the path

and with rakes we clean the trail. The Buebm come

back sometimes when they have time and help cut

down trees that are too big for us to move. In the

spring when everything is green, it is the most beauti-

ful. Sonia also planted some flowers alongside the

trail. Beside the trail is the La Salle River that also

adds to the beauty. A bit further into the trail we have

made a clearing that will serve as a campfire site for

the Buebm and Dienen when it is finished.

Sonia got the idea about a trail when she was

in Thunderbird at the wedding three years ago. Thun-

derbird’s is called Hidden Heart Trail and you have to

find hearts hidden in the trees to know if you’re going

the right direction. Ours is called River Walk because

there is a river beside you all the time as you’re walk-

ing through it.

The hockey rink is also one of the best places in

Elm River. Although it’s only used in the winter I still

enjoy going there. Watching the Buebm play hockey

can be an exciting experience. I don’t play hockey

with the Buebm because they are too rough. Standing

at the boards and cheering for the best team also

makes me part of the game. I remember last year I

was standing at the boards watching the Buebm play a

game against Norquay and I was not really in the

mood for cheering. Two sticks collided in front of me

fighting for the puck and what usually happens when

sticks collide with the puck is that the puck flies up-

ward. I saw the puck coming at me from the corner of

my eye and I closed my eyes quickly. For some rea-

son I did not duck, and the puck hit me on the side of

my face. It didn’t hurt, but I could feel the impact

long after. I was glad that it didn’t leave a mark. This

incident wouldn’t stop me from cheering for my fa-

vorite hockey team.

My favourite things in nature are stars, so I al-

ways look for good places to lie down and watch

them. One place on the colony that is just perfect for

that sort of thing is “die fleta bin” (the flat bin) as we

in Elm River call it. The bin is pretty old; almost as

old as the colony which is about 70 years, but it is

still used for storing grain. It isn’t the tallest bin on

the colony but going up there at night you can see the

most beautiful sight. It isn’t a cone shaped bin like

most of them. The top is flat and there is a ladder that

curves around the bin all the way to the top. Above

you, is a sky full of stars and below you can see the

whole colony and with the lights, it looks like you’re

looking at a postcard. But I don’t really like going up

there with the guys because they always scare us girls

by sitting on the edge with their feet hanging down

and it’s a long way down. But other than that, it’s a

really peaceful place to hang out.

The last and best place on the colony to me is

my bedroom. It is something that belongs to me and

no one else. It is my own private place and it’s where

I go whenever I don’t have anywhere else to go. It’s

also a good place to hang out in the evening.

Sometimes the Buebm and Diene come home after

supper and we just sit and talk and listen to music on

my stereo. We listen to the latest hits on our favorite


stations. It also happens that sometimes we don’t

even listen to the music. We’re too busy talking about

sports and debating who has the best hockey team and

who has more muscles and who is the most popular

person. So the guys have to have an arm wrestling

competition to prove their point and the girls are the

cheerleaders.

We sometimes play card games like pig and

camp. When we get too loud, my mom comes down

and tells us to quiet down. When we have visitors, the

young people all show up at my house. Then we sit

and talk in my room for a while because that’s where

we always end up when they come home. For exam-

ple, when we had my sister’s 15th birthday party, I

told everyone that the party will be in her room be-

cause it’s her day. For some reason it ended up in my

room. Because I only have one sibling we usually

have the basement to ourselves. Then we don’t have

to worry about waking up other people.

I sometimes wonder where these favorite places

of mine will be in a few more years. I realize that one

day I might not be around these places anymore. We

have to take the time to enjoy things that are impor-

tant to us or we will regret it when it disappears.

Samantha Hofer - Gr. 12

HHHH adassah Sue Maendel is the fourth child of Alfred & Sara. She was wel-comed into the world on May 22 , 2007, by her de-lighted sisters Jeanita (7), Jody (5) and pleased brother Adrian (9). Baby Hadassah weighed 6 lbs. 11 oz.. Her first word was “Tata.” On June 30, 2008, One of the many moments her family treasures was on June 30, when Hadassah Sue took her first steps.


DJ at JD

M anufacturing a John Deere tractor is a quick, organ-

ized, complicated and top secret process, which

leads to a reliable and efficient piece of machinery. I was

given the privilege of going to Moline, Illinois to tour the

John Deere factory. It is one of the most amazing things I

have ever seen!

John Deere was started by a man named John

Deere who developed the world’s first commercially suc-

cessful, self scouring steel plow. “The full story of the

John Deere Company over the last 170 years is one of

people, places and products that reflect our core values of

integrity, quality, commitment and innovation. When John

Deere crafted his famous steel plow in 1837 in a small

blacksmith shop, he also forged the beginnings of Deere

& Company a company which now does business around

the world and employs approximately 52,000 people”.

People have different opinions on what they like

about a certain kind of tractor. Some like John Deere. Yet

others are more comfortable with Cat or Case or any other

tractor manufacturer that compete with each other to

make their piece of machinery the most reliable and effi-

cient. They will mostly consider fuel con-

sumption, quality, and technology to be

the most important parts of engineering the

tractor. Some might like the color better or

getting their money’s worth out of what

they buy. John Deere is one of the most

expensive tractors to buy. This results in

better trade in value and quality parts to

run the tractor in an efficient and reliable

way.

The engineers come up with the lat-

est technology to increase yield and time

by adding auto steer and modern computer

system. Auto steer has grown dramatically

over the last couple of years. Manufactures

keep updating the system to keep the accu-

racy of the system to the minimum number

of inches possible, to reduce over lapping

and to avoid unseeded land. The reason

different people like different makes, is

that they tend to operate the tractor that

suits them best with their operation.

When it comes to constructing cer-

tain parts of a John Deere tractor such as

the motor, it is a top secret operation that is highly se-

cured. There are no cameras allowed in the factory. The

reason being to keep their own engineering techniques

and to keep other manufacturers from taking the ideas

they use to build a quality machine. Engines aren’t as

easy to construct as other parts of the tractor. They have

to take emissions and fuel consumptions into considera-

tion to meet the environmental needs and reduce pollu-

tion. The engine is engineered to keep it running

smoothly and efficiently.

What do you have to do to get a job in the manu-

facturing shop? You have to have a minimum education

of grade 12 and go through on site schooling for two

years to get trained and educated to build a piece of

equipment that won’t have any malfunctions.

“Nothing runs like a deer” is the slogan used by

John Deere. They have proved their point and built one of

the best pieces of machinery on the market today, from

my point of view. The price you pay for the machinery is

what you get out of it. As the saying goes, “You get what

you pay for.”

I think in the future the tractor companies will have

to take fuel prices into consideration and lower their mar-

ket price. This will encourage farmers to buy expensive

and reliable equipment in order to keep there operations

running fast and efficiently.

Derek Waldner - Gr. 12

References

http:/books.google.ca/books

http://www.deere.com/en_US/compinfo/history/index.html

http://www.deere.com/en_US/compinfo/history/johndeere.html

A coveted 9760 John Deere combine in the showroom of the John Deere factory

in Moline, Illinois.


Serenity Serenity Serenity Serenity

RoadRoadRoadRoad

DDDD usty dirt-packed road Leading past colony garden,

Corn, cucumbers, beans,

For pickling and preserving.

Filing past Friedhof, rouses

Memories of departed folk –

Grandma and Grandpa’s

Dear faces welcoming Eniklen

Dad’s teasing eyes sparkling.

Two infant brothers --

Chubby cheeks and curls --

Blessed solace and hope

Of meeting again...

Onward it stretches between two golden

Seas of ripened grain, swaying under a

Shimmering sunshine-canopy.

Silvery lines on silky clouds

Creeping languidly across

Indigo evening sky.

Colossal oaks, lush elms border

Prime-for-harvest wheat fields.

Bright blue contrasting

With auburn hues.

Balmy breeze brings

Ripe grain aroma

Mingled with

Piquant flowers,

Delighting the senses.

Raspy refrain of

Chirping crickets,

Twittering sparrows

Croaking frogs,

Enchanting twilight concert

Imploring the heart to

Join evening Vespers!

Snaking between flaxen fields

and green gardens

The tranquil cadence

Of a narrow river

Ripple-singing --

Reverberating my sentiments

For this Paradise…

The voice of the Lord

Is upon the waters…

The voice of the Lord

Is full of majesty!

Psalm 29: 3, 4

Linda Maendel

Educational Assistant


O n July 22, 2007, Elm River celebrated a

two-couple wedding.

James Maendel, son of the late Jake and

Asnath Maendel, married Karen Waldner,

youngest daughter of Ben and Mary Waldner

of Springfield Colony.

Marvin Waldner, second oldest son of

Andy and Bertha Waldner, married Joyce

Waldner, daughter of the late John and

Susanna of Cascade.

The wedding was the first occasion

held in our new Essenstubm. The space pro-

vided good acoustics for the many wonderful

choirs, as well as refreshing breathing room

2 New 4 e.r.

for everyone attending.

When asked what she remembers most

about the wedding, Karen states, “I remember

wondering how I would look as part of the

Elm River Sisters choir in the future. I was

also thinking how it would be earthly possible

to remember the names of all the people I

met, especially the Hofer brothers, because se

‘seh sich gleich wie Step-meis’.”

“I felt warmly welcomed and look for-

ward to spending the rest of my life here as an

Elm River Weib.”


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EEEE lm River’s original Kuchel was built during the 1930’s and used until 1974 when it was

leveled and rebuilt on its original foundation.

Among the Köchene, headcooks, working in this kitchen, were Rebecca Hofer who later

moved to Oakbluff, Katie Maendel (Valley View) and Mary Hofer (Elm River). Mary Basel’s

daughter, Irene (New Rosedale), is pictured in this photo.

The Woshheisel that was demolished in 2006 is also pictured here. Standing next to the

Woschheisel is part of the Kommer (grosery storage). Two components not part of the existing

Kuchel: Tronkheissel and Stoneboat for garbage.

Elm River’s Original Kuchel

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