Showing posts with label The Danklefs. Show all posts
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Friday, September 21, 2012

The National Parks

George Washington Birthplace National Monument

Location:  Where Popes Creek joins the Potomac River - Northeastern Virginia
Declaration:  January 23, 1930
Visited:  November 21, 2009 (Patrick Neal and Tim Danklef)
National Park Arrowhead Rating (3 out of 5):
 

This was a short visit to the birthplace of George Washington during an all day re-tracing of the John Wilkes Booth escape route with my brother-in-law Tim Danklef.  We had followed Booth's route from Ford's Theatre in Washington, D.C. through southeastern Maryland across the Potomac River into Virginia. Ultimately, Booth was shot and killed at the Garrett Farmhouse which is not too far away from the George Washington Birthplace National Monument.  


George Washington was born here on February 22, 1732 and lived here until the age of three.  The original house no longer stands, although there is an outline of the the original house and you can get a pretty good idea of the size of the structure. A Memorial House was constructed in the 1930's that represents a typical upper-class house of the era. The National Monument opened on the 200 anniversary of Washington's birth in 1932. 

The George Washington Birthplace National Monument gets an overall rating of 3 out of 5 National Park Arrowheads due to great scenery, limited facilities, and moderate historical interest.
More photos after the jump.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Kathy and Julie Neal
by Ken Neal

May 2012
I am writing about my daughters in one remembrance because most of my memories are of them together. After all, their mother and I had barely gotten used to Kathy Rene when Julia Lorraine came along.
So for more than 50 years now, it has been “Kathy and Julie.’
Kathy arrived nine months and two weeks after our wedding, only because February was a short month. I am reminded of my mom’s wry observation any time a baby was close to the wedding.
“Well,” she would say when the aunts were clucking and counting months, “it never takes as long for the first one.”
         Kathy was an early college graduation present for me.
        We lived in an upstairs apartment at 910 S. Indian Ave. in Tulsa. That apartment house was on the site of the present parking garage at the current OSU hospital.
        It was Oklahoma Osteopathic Hospital in 1957 and our family doctor, Ivan Penquite, was chief of staff there.
Kathy’s mom, Patty Jeanne, was not quite 20 and I was 21. Looking back now from the vantage point of 55 years, I realize we were all children together.
Patty was an instinctive great mother and at 90 pounds and a bit over five feet, delivered a 6 pound, 14 ounce baby girl with ease. At least it seemed easy to me. In those days, fathers were not allowed in the delivery room but kept at bay in the waiting area.
       We walked out the back door to the hospital at about 6:30 a.m. and Kathy came bouncing into the world at about 12:30 p.m.
       Her mother and I were in the waiting room together and after a bit we decided we weren’t helping anyone and took off for breakfast! Patty never forgave us!    

Monday, May 7, 2012

Mother's Day 1960
Sapulpa Herald Article

Mother's Day  (May 1960) featuring Kathy Neal and Julie Neal

Civil War Trails
Grove Farm at Antietam National Battlefield - Sharpsburg, Maryland

President Lincoln visited Gen. George McClellan at Antietam Battlefield two weeks after the September 17, 1862, battle.  The roof of the Grove Farm mansion can be seen in the background of this famous photo of Lincoln.

Lincoln at Grove Farm - Sharpsburg, Maryland (October 2, 1862)

Grove Farm - Sharpsburg, Maryland (November 2009)
Photos of our visits to Antietam National Battlefield can be found at:
September 2009
http://www.nealfamilyarchive.com/CivilWarTrails/Antietam-National/19049412_KwGJSp#!i=1481474223&k=DPktMGC
November 2009 (with the Danklefs)
http://www.nealfamilyarchive.com/CivilWarTrails/Antietam2009/19308717_8dQ5n7#!i=1508271859&k=H7C9sh2


Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Magic, The Memories and Us
Photos from the World of Disney

Patrick Neal, Amelia Danklef, Julia Danklef - Moments before the 2012 Disney Half-Marathon, Walt Disney World - January 2012

Friday, April 27, 2012

Ken Neal Letter to Madalene Danklef
September 26, 1998 

Dear Madalene:

It’s early on a Saturday morning on my 63rd birthday. I got a terrific birthday card from you with a couple 
of pictures of a beautiful girl in the swimming pool. Since you are not yet 18 months old, I highly suspect 
this was your mother’s doing!

Your mom has suggested that I write to you from time to time. It is a very thoughtful suggestion. Forgive 
me if I have told you why in previous notes, but she and I both think it would have been terrific if our 
grandparents had written down more of their thoughts and remembrances for our benefit.

I, for example, have only sketches of handwriting or other written material even from my father, and 
only a few impersonal words taken from work documents from my grandparents.

My mother, as you probably know, put down a lot of material. Much of it religious and wisdom 
literature that appealed to her. It does offer a direct insight into her personality and the kind of a person 
she was. I recommend you read it for that purpose.

My grandparents lived in a time when it was not easy for people of modest means to write. Writing 
materials were scarce and their educational levels were such that putting thoughts on paper was not 
easy for them. My dad, for example, was a terrific story teller. I hope you will read of some of them 
in other writings on which I am working. But although Dad consumed newspapers, he did not read 
much more than technical material. A truly smart and wise man, he simply did not feel comfortable 
putting the stories on paper. He expressed his feelings freely in person, but putting them on paper was 
awkward for him.I, on the other hand, have no such excuses. I have, as you probably have been told, 
been hammering away on typewriters and word processors all my life. Putting my thoughts on paper 
(computer?) is natural for me. It is awkward for me to put my thoughts down in longhand.

There are details of my relatives(and yours) in other material, so I will not get into that here except 
to tell you that I believe that we honor our ancestors and learn much about ourselves by getting 
acquainted with them and the times in which they lived and strived. Of such, of course, are the basics 
of history. I have found that knowing my immediate relatives in this way enables me to have a good 
feel for the really important figures in history.  An example: Having heard my father tell many funny 
stories – many of them with barnyard language and expletives – I can read of the anecdotes that Abraham 
Lincoln told and close my eyes and hear that great man dispense humor and wisdom that flowed out of 
a good mind and a loving heart.

Perhaps more than any other attribute I wish for you is that of empathy for others. It is difficult to 
truly define and difficult to acquire, else this would be a far better world than it is.