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S: Albert and Lois

FC: Our Family Memories | "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."

1: Lois Helen Sanders & Albert Gustav Jacobi, Jr. Married April 12, 1947

2: The History of the Ignatz Gustav Jacobi Family as Told by: Hilma Ann (Jacobi) Goble

4: Andrew Hendricks Albert's maternal grandfather | John Jacobi Albert's paternal grandfather

5: Andrew Jacobi Albert's great uncle

6: Joseph Jacobi Albert's great uncle

7: Albert Jacobi Albert's great uncle

8: Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church, 1996 | 2007 Lois & Jessica | 1996

9: 1954 Article from the Oklahoma Courier celebrating the parish's 50th Anniversary

10: Albert Gustav Jacobi, Jr. Born: May 11, 1924 in Sterling, OK

11: Great Grandparents | Grandparents | Parents | Albert Gustav Jacobi, Jr. | Albert Gustav Jacobi, Sr 1882-1930 New Braunfels, TX | John Michael Jacobi | Anna Katherine Sittig | Mary Monica Hendricks 1891-1975 Lincoln, NE | Andrew Hendricks | Anna Winkler | Gustav Jacobi | Theresia Preiss

12: Sterling early 1900s

13: Excerpt from a conversation had with Albert on Mother's Day 2012 at the East Pond Albert: We had horses. We raced right in Sterling. There was probably about 15 or 16 of us. We would just go out and ride. We would just take off on a horse. Where we used to live, we would come down to about where Lee & Judy live now, and I would short lope that horse, you know. That horse I had - It didn’t hurt that horse. He was used a lot. So he could run. I’d lope him all the way. You move on pretty good. We done a lot of racing with horses. “Shorty” was his name. He wasn’t very big, but he was fast-very, very, very, very fast. Especially a long race. If it was a short distance, he wasn’t as fast, but if you were goin’ a mile or two race-you know, he was long-winded. Yeah, we would race in Sterling. Right in the street. Guys would line up, and we would race. Shorty wouldn’t win none of those races in Sterling, but we would get out here in the country, and he’d generally win. Henry, he always made fun of me. Henry Schulte. You know, there was a bank off the pond, down to the water. That horse would go anywhere you wanted him to go. I would just go straight, and he would go out in the water. Sometimes, I hung on. Sometimes, I’d be over the tail and just swim out. But he would go anywhere. We had a lot of fun. But one thing bad about that, it was hard on your saddle. "Did you ever ride bareback?" Albert: Oh goodness, yes. I rode bareback way before I had a saddle. We could ride bareback, no problems really. You get used to it. We rode a lot. Sometimes we’d be out in the pasture getting’ the cows up, the horse would be out there. The cows would get kinda contrary sometimes. They know you’re tryin’ to catch ‘em. You don’t need nothin’ on the horse to chase cows. You just pat ‘em on this side to go this way and pat ‘em on that side. They gotta be pretty gentle for that.

14: Jacobi Brothers John (Albert's grandfather), Andrew, Joseph, & Albert

15: Andrew Hendricks Albert's maternal grandfather

16: Mother Jacobi (Mary)

17: Albert Gustav Jacobi, Sr. (Albert's father)

18: 1917 Albert Jacobi, Sr 35 years Mary Hendricks-Jacobi, 23 years

19: Parents | Mary Monica Hendricks Jacobi, 18 years old | Albert Jacobi, Sr.

20: Uncle John & Tex Ann | More from conversation with Albert "Back in 1901. Uncle John used to tell me about it. It was when they moved from New Braunfels up to here. My Grandpa wouldn’t pay the toll to cross the bridge. He’d just drive down through the riverbed, save a dime. If the water was up, he’d pay a dime, yeah 10 cents."

21: Uncle John

22: Albert, Nellie & Henry

23: Albert 1938 14 years

24: 1946 Andrew, Nellie, Albert | 1946 Sonny, Albert, Ray High | 10 years old

25: Like branches on a tree, our lives may grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. | Albert | 1946 | Edmond, Pat, Johnny, Albert | 1938 Mary, Anna, Nellie, Andrew, Johnny, Albert, Frank, Edmond | Albert was injured when the cream separator blew up

26: Albert Gustav Jacobi, Jr. Japan | 1944 Basic Training at Camp Roberts, CA | 1944 Basic Training at Camp Roberts | 1944-Albert at Camp Roberts

27: Albert in Japan 21 years old | Albert Gustav Jacobi, Jr.

28: "I never seen Mother on a horse. She helped after Papa died, I know she helped hitched horses. Frank and Andrew would be both on a bucket on either side of the horse, and then she’d help get the harness on. I remember that-next to the barn. Well, we had that ol’ Model A car. We had the Whippet before, a 1929 Whippet. I don’t know where she got that. I can’t recall. But then she got that Model A. That was a 1930 model. They all looked the same: ’29, ’30, ’31, and ’32. But she drove that car. She liked to never got it paid off. She owed $200 on it. For a long time. When our priest, Father Wagner-our priest up here at Sterling-after he died, they brought that car down to Mother. So, it must have been in his will. They were pretty close. She never did say what the deal was on that. So, that was a real nice car. A ’37 Ford, yep." (Another excerpt taken from a conversation with Albert at the East Pond on Mother's Day 2012) | Willys Overland Whippet | Mary Jacobi

29: 1939 Ford Albert's 1st car Bought in 1946 Paid around $900

30: Albert 10 years old | Albert: See I had 2 of my brothers, and each of us had a certain amount of cows we had to milk. I forget now, I think I had 3 I had to milk, and I think my older brothers each had 4. We generally had to get done with it ourselves, you know? Do your own (wry smile). And some cows milk easy, you know-bum, bum, bum, bum, bum (making milking motions), and some don’t-just, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, (making struggling milking motions). Oscar, my uncle, he run this store in Sterling-he had this old Jersey cow, and Mother bought that cow. They used it for their own milk. They got rid of it after their kids got bigger . Momma got that cow, and I had to milk her. We called her “Uncle Oscar’s Cow.” We’d say, “Get that cow! I said “Uncle Oscar’s Cow!” Boy, it was hard to milk, boy. Oh, ugh then just a little ol stream come out. Some cows you milk, the milk comes out so fast the bucket just foams over the top. But not “Uncle Oscar’s Cow?” Yeah, not “Uncle Oscar’s Cow!” Then we had another cow we named “Carl & Willie’s Heifer.” (laughs) "Why did you name her that?!" Because Uncle Carl and Uncle Willie had a farm over there on Trail Road, and they lost their farm. Lost everything. They didn’t have nothin’. Somehow we ended up with her, and we didn’t have a name, so we called her “Uncle Carl & Willie’s Heifer.” Now, in the summertime, we would milk ‘em right out in the cow lot. Just go up there with a bucket, pet ‘em, sit down and milk ‘em. We had broomweed. Johnny or Edmond would keep the flies off the cow with the broomweed while we were milkin’ em. Otherwise, they got that ol’ tail. You’d be milkin’ and they would hit you ever time. Boy, they never miss ya. (Another excerpt from a conversation with Albert at the East Pond on Mother's Day 2012) | Edmond | Johnny

31: Edmond, Pat, Johnny, Albert | Albert | "So,how old were you when you got your first tractor?" Albert: I got my first tractor-my own in 1946. It was when I got out of the army. See, I got it out of Lawton. They had a John Deere dealer there. What the deal was. . . nobody could buy a tractor then unless you were a veteran. See, I come home and all these guys, everybody, was waitin’ like Henry Schulte-all these guys all waitin’ to buy a tractor, you know. Course I got one when I got in. Bought what they call a B John Deere Tractor. They had one smaller, the H, but the B had a little more horsepower to pull. It would pull a two bottom plow. See, what happened-I got that tractor in ’46, and I bought out my neighbor right after that. At the time, I wasn’t even thinkin’ about it. Johnson. Lived just mile south of us. I bought all of his equipment he had. He quit farming. He said, “You pay me for all this equipment, and I’ll let you farm this place too.” So, I bought his tractor and his plow and his drill. . .come to $1300 total. I went to the Elgin Bank, and I borrowed the money there. That was ’46. Sold my John Deere to my brother. Yeah. . . "Did you ever consider doing anything other than farming?" Albert: Well, for a little bit there, I might have gone back in the army. They told me I could go back in. I could of got a pretty good deal, you know. A pretty nice deal. I thought a little about it, but after I bought my neighbor out, then I didn’t think much about it after that. | Albert

32: Lois Helen Jacobi Born May 5, 1930 in Waurika, OK

33: Great Grandparents | Grandparents | Parents | Clyde Sanders 1901-1966 | Juanita Brantley 1907-1989 | Drew Sanders | Ada Arnold | Dora Ellen Morrison 1886-1959 Born in Texas | Sylvester Brantley 1882-1956 Born in Texas | Fielden Hurst Brantley Born 1856 Tennessee | Henrietta Jane Street Born 1855 Arkansas | Nancy Jane Stockton Arkansas | David Morrison Arkansas | Lois Helen Sanders Jacobi

34: Lois Helen's Grandpa Brantley (PaPa), Uncle Chester & Junior | 1910 Aunt Clara, Aunt Lucille, Mama (Juanita)

35: Lois Helen's Great Grandparents (Hendricks) | 1936 Top Row (L to R) Jr. Warehime, Ray Mantooth, Gerald Weathers, Tom Prowell, ?, ?, James Rother, George Kitsmiller, Julius Himes 2nd row from top Reudina Attaway, Ida Mae RedElk, Mary Ellen Weaver, Barbara Kerr, Eunice Sovo, Mary V. Scott, Delmar Jepsen, Alfred Deeds, Herbert Lemons, Pat Mullenix 3rd row from top Lois Helen Sanders, Naomi Ballard, Julia Ann Fehring, Lolla Lee Prowell, Margie Cross, Mary Muriel Barnett, ? Bottom Row Edwin Harrison, Earl Wilson, Bobby Magnusen, Frank J. Conway, ? Teacher - Ada Easton | Grandpa & Grandma Brantley

36: Juanita, Lucille, Clara, Chester & Junior Sanders

37: Lois Helen's Brantley Grandparents with 4 of their 5 children. Lois's mother, Juanita is 2nd from right. | Sylvester Brantley & his brothers | Chester, Junior, Juanita, Clara & Lucille | More of the Brantley Clan. The man in the top hat is the father and the woman next to him is the mother. I believe these are Lois Helen's Great Grandparents

38: PaPa & Grandma Brantley, | Sylvester Brantley Junior - Juanita Sanders Brother | Juanita Sanders, Clara Riley, Ola Mae Hunter, Lucille Hunter | Back L to R: Jewel Hunter, Robert, Clyde Sanders; Front L to R: Junior, Papa, Chester Brantley | Grandma & Papa Brantley with Jeannie

39: Papa & Grandma Brantley with all their grandkids and 4 great-grandkids (Elizabeth Ann, Eddie, Judy & Jim Powers)

40: Drew & Ada Sanders Lois Helen's Paternal Grandparents

41: Cleve Stafford & Drew Sanders | 1943 Grandpa (Drew) & Grandma (Ada) Sanders

42: Jack & Clyde Sanders | Ada Lou Chastain & Uncle Buddy (Lois' cousin & uncle) | Papa & Grandma Sanders

43: Sanders Brothers-Buddy, Jake, Clyde, Wiley, Jack | Grandma (Ada) & Daddy (Clyde) Sanders (Model T in background) | Sanders' Brothers Back Row: Buddy (who was always disappearing), Jack, Polie; Front Row: Wiley, Clyde (Lois's Father), Jake

44: 1944 Joe Brantley Family & Clyde Sanders Family

45: Clara Riley, Chester Brantley, Juanita Sanders, Junior Brantley, Lucille Hunter | Papa with sons, sons-in-law, & grandsons-Front Row L to R: Junior, Papa, Paul Riley; Back Row L to R: Chester, Daddy, Albert, Henry, Bill & Sonny | Front L to R: Grandma Brantley, Jean Brantley, Mama "Juanita," Grandma Sanders, Lucille Hunter; Back L to R: Clara Riley, Anita Sanders, Lois Helen, Jo Powers, Pauline Schulte

46: 1922 Clyde & Juanita

47: 1924 Daddy (Clyde) and Mama (Juanita) | 1923 Clyde Sanders & Juanita Brantley | Nov. 26, 1953 Daddy (Clyde) & Mama (Juanita)

48: 1930 Jr. Brantley, Mama (Juanita), Sonny & Pauline | Grandma Brantley, Jo, Bill, Lois | 1932 Lois Helen | 1931 Sonny, Lois, Pauline

49: 1934 Pa Sanders & Lois Helen | Jeanie & Lois | 1935 Sonny, Lois & Pauline | Back L-R: Robert, Jewell Hunter, Papa, Daddy "Clyde," Chester Middle: Clara, Lucille Hunter, Grandma, Juanita "Mama," Junior, Front: Pauline, Jo Hunter, Sonny, Lois Helen

50: Clyde Cleo Sanders & Juanity Juviler Brantley Clyde Cleo Sanders was born January 27, 1901, to Drew and Ada Arnold Sanders. They came from south Texas, settling in Temple, OK and later moved to Waurika and Comanche area. They were farmers. Juanita was born Feb. 13, 1907, to Sylvester and Dora Morrison Brantley. Clyde and Juanita married Aug. 7, 1923. Daddy had five brothers and four sisters. Mother had two brothers and two sisters. Clyde and Juanita had five children: Nila Pauline (Aug, 19, 1924), Kenneth Wayne "Sonny" (july 12, 1928), Lois Helen (May 5, 1930), all born in Waurika, OK, and Leatha Jean "Jeanie" (Nov. 15, 1940), and Larry Dean (Oct. 13, 1944) both born in the Sterling area. In 1933, we moved 2 miles east and 1/2 mile south of Sterling. From there we moved and farmed in the Burns community east of Sterling. Daddy bought a cafe in Marlow and gave up farming to become a cook. He couldn't stay in one place long. He bought a cafe in Lawton. From there, we moved to Arizona, picked cotton, then went on to Roswell, NM where Daddy worked at flood irrigation. After moving to town, Daddy helped build trailer homes. They were nice but nothing like the ones of today. We later moved to Albuquerque, moving back to OK in 1939, living in a tent for a time, 11/2 miles east of the Sterling Cemetery, and farming. We moved so many times it was hard to keep up with the moves. We lived with friends Bud and Eva Miller for a short time after coming back when Jeanie was born. I was 10 at the time and never knew my mother was expecting a baby. My, how times have changed! We then moved 3 miles south of Sterling where Larry Dean was born. We moved to the north end of town where Daddy farmed. Daddy worked at Ft. Sill helping build army barracks for a year. My mother worked as a clerk in the grocery department store owned by Everett and Maude Jeffries in the O. J. Jacobi Building. Later Daddy owned a filling station (currently owned by Ronnie Mansel) on the corner of Main Street, while Mother had a laundry mat on the east side of the station. They sold laundry to Mr. and Mrs. Euell Bradshaw. My parents owned and operated a cafe in Sterling. In 1954, they moved to Lawton where Daddy worked at service stations, and Mother was a waitress for several years. Daddy died from cancer in 1966 at age 65. Mother died in 1989 from stroke and congestive heart failure at 82 years of age. Brother Sonny died from cancer in 1995, and my sister, Pauline died April 11, 2000 from stroke. -Lois Helen Sanders Jacobi

51: Like branches on a tree, our lives may grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. | Top to Bottom, Left to Right -1952 Pauline, Daddy, Lois Helen, Elizabeth Ann taken in Daddy & Mama's Cafe -Lois Helen's Baptism -1952 Albert & Henry doing kp in Daddy's cafe -Back: Lois Helen, Pauline; Front: Clyde, Jeannie, Juanita, Sonny -Irrigating in New Mexico (Clyde is the tall man 2nd from right) | Lois Helen was baptized when she was 11 or 12 years old at a pond east of Sterling

52: 1939 Sonny & Lois Helen | Mama & Daddy (Juanita & Clyde) sitting on Artesian well in New Mexico | 1939 Trip to New Mexico | Sonny & Lois Helen

53: 1939 Clyde, Sonny, Lois | 1939 | Uncle Sep Arnold (Grandma Sanders' Brother) and Daddy (Clyde) taken in Roswell, NM | Sonny, Pauline, Lois Helen & friend in Roswell, NM

54: 1945-Sonny, Jeanie & Lois 1940-Frank, Clyde, Lois, Pauline 1942-Jeanie, Lois, Pauline | 1946 | 1945 15 years old

55: Lois Helen | 1944 Joe Brantley and Clyde Sanders' Families | 1945-Sonny, Juanita, Jeanie, Clyde, Lois | 1946 | 1945-Pauline, Lois Helen, Jeanie, Billy Brantley, Sonny, Jo | 1946 Lois, Pauline, Sonny, Juanita, Jeanie, Clyde and Larry | 1946

56: 1947 Albert, Lois, Anna & Pat | 1948 Larry Sanders | Jeanie, Larry & Elizabeth | 1946 Larry Sanders

57: 1947 Lois & Patricia | 1946-Albert | 1949 Lois Helen, Eddie, Pauline, Elizabeth Ann, Larry, Jeanie | 1949 Lois, Albert & Eddie | 1947 Lois & Albert Albert went to Ardmore and bought this suit for Lois (including all accessories). He bought one in brown and one in green.

58: Mar. 1953 - Clyde Sanders | 1947 Henry, Clyde & Albert | 1947 Clyde, Larry & Jeanie Sanders

59: Oct. 3, 1960 Daddy, Larry, Albert | 1961 - Daddy | Clyde | Sanders | 1961 - Eddie and Grandpa

60: 1949 | 1945 | 1946

61: 1939 Lois Helen | 1949 Mama (Juanita, Daddy (Clyde), Eddie & Elizabeth Ann

62: 1946 Albert's 1st Car 1939 Ford Convertible Cost: Around $900 | 1947

63: 1946 Albert, Sonny & Lois | 1947

64: 1946 Lois and Albert Albert gave Lois the scarf she is wearing as a gift. She lost the scarf that same night at a social event. | 1947-Nellie, Bernard, Albert, Lois, Henry, Elizabeth Ann | 1946 Albert & his mother, Mary | 1946 Lois Helen

65: 1946 | 1946 Lois Helen, Helen Rother, Lucille Lutonsky | 1947-Clyde, Larry, Albert, Jeanie & Sonny | 1946 Albert & Pat Capuccio

66: 1950 Our First new car (1950 Mercury) Eddie in front | 1950 Judy & Mom, Eddie in back- ground | Eddie Lee, 1 year

67: Feb. 8, 1950 Eddie Lee & Daddy | 1952 Judy, Charles, Albert in pickup

68: 1949 Grandma Jacobi & Patricia Capuccio | 4-17-49 Eddie Lee, 2 months | Albert & Lois, Clyde & Juanita, Henry & Pauline, Sonny & his wife, Elizabeth Ann, Judy & Eddie | July, 1949 Eddie Lee, 5 months

69: 1951 Eddie & Judy | 1949 Eddie & Mom | 1947 Albert, Clyde & Jeanie | Sept 1953 Eddie Lee, Judy Lea, & Charles Wayne

70: Edmond, Charles, Albert & Eddie | Albert, Edmond & Andrew | 1952 | Clyde | Albert

71: Henry Schulte, Clyde Sanders, Sonny Sanders, Alton Huitt, Friend, Preston Williams, Albert Jacobi, Eddie Huitt | Albert, Andrew, Pat and Patricia | Tacky Party

72: 1953 Lucille Lutonsky & Lois Helen | May 1958 | 1954 Charles, Judy, Cheryl, Eddie | Feb 1955 Cheryl Ann, 9 months

73: Jan. 11, 1953 Eddie, Rose Ann, Grandma Jacobi, Charles, Judy | Jan. 3, 1954 Johnny, Eddie, Edmond | 1955-Judy, Lois Helen, Cheryl, Eddie, Charles | 1954 Mama (Juanita Sanders)

75: L to R and Top to Bottom 1952 Johnny, 1949 Mary Jacobi 1952 Alton Huitt,, Albert, Edmond, Andrew, Eddie !952 Bernard Fehring & Albert 1953 Mother Jacobi (Mary) & Pat Capuccio 1952 Albert 1954 Albert Jan. 1952 Johnny, Lois Helen & Judy

76: Albert combining wheat | Albert, Jeanie & Eddie in pickup | Albert, Jeanie, Eddie & Judy

77: 1953

78: Dec 17, 1954 Edmond Jacobi, Gus Lutonsky, Albert Jacobi and friends | April 1952 - Grandma Sanders, Larry, Jeanie, Elizabeth Ann, Mary Miller, Eddie, Judy, | April 1952 Charles | Feb 9, 1955

79: 1953 Lois & Albert | 1952 Albert, Lois, Eddie, Judy, Charles

80: In April of 1955, Albert built the North pond in less than 30 days. Lois said he worked day and night, rarely stopping for food or sleep the entire time. Occasionally, he would come in for a meal when Edmond was helping him. Albert helped Ray High build the carryall.

81: April 1955 Building the North Pond

82: Were we poor? I don't know. But one thing for sure, we always had plenty to eat. Wow, could Mom really cook up a meal. Whether it was hamburgers, chicken, or potatoes & gravy and all the fixings. And, boy, did Dad love to eat, and still does by the way. Any food we kids might leave in our plate, it was gone before Mom and the girls washed the dishes. I know Dad has mentioned more than once about how he was taught when he was growing up to have good table manners. It just went without saying that you didn't take the last biscuit or piece of meat left in the platter in the middle of the table. You leave it for someone else. I remember one night at the supper table, as we were finishing up, the lights started flickering. The electricity was about to go out, as it so often does. Now, it just so happens that there was one piece of chicken left on that platter. Of course, everyone at the table was probably eyeing it. The lights went out for a few short seconds and it was completely dark. We all heard a moan, like someone was in pain. The lights came back on and Dad's hand was over the chicken platter and his hand had 3 forks stuck in the back of it! Well, that may be a little extreme, but it just illustrates how much Dad enjoys eating. -Mike

83: 1952 Albert | Feb. 9, 1955 Albert, Henry, Clyde, Juanita, Pauline & Jeanie

84: New garage blown down

85: The Tornado It was one day before Judy's birthday. Judy's elaborately decorated cake was sitting on the kitchen countertop waiting to be eagerly devoured at her party the following day. Even though the day started out as any other typical spring day, this was definitely one that those who experienced it will hold in their memories most likely forever. The afternoon was getting late and the dark clouds were coming in our direction. Perhaps Dad was working in the field but now these ominous-looking clouds had given him concern, especially for our safety. Mother and Jeanie were out shopping and had not returned. Dad eventually told us to get to the cellar. We didn't hesitate, for you can see in Dad's eyes and facial expression that this wasn't just a drill. Dad escorted Eddie, Judy, Charlie, Cheryl and Tonya(??). We cautiously but quickly made our way down the stairs. Dad had lit a candle and set it on a small wooden table. This provided enough light to see in the cellar, but not enough to mask the mildewy, musky smell of our damp underground retreat. The lightning was fierce, and the thunderbolts that followed were even more so. We were all in the cellar except for mother and Jeanie. Dad was holding the cellar door up just enough so he could see them should they pull up, yet not so much to let in the pounding rain and/or hail. It was getting increasingly dark outside and we (the little ones) were all scared, not knowing what to expect. Dad reassured us all was going to be ok. But, he saw something in the southwest, just over the pond, that looked like a developing tornado. We could only hope and pray that Mom and Jeanie were going to be ok. | Tornado May 24, 1957

86: About that time, they drove up. It was raining hard. They went into the house, made their way to the back door which was about 20 ft. from the cellar, but would not heed Dad's plea to get themselves safe in the cellar. The wind and rain were ferocious! There was yelling back and forth as Dad tried to convince them to come on down, and Mom laughing and yelling back that everything was ok and it was only rain. And surely they couldn't afford to get their hair wet and take the chance of messing up their beehive hairdos. The convincing came though when a bolt of lightning struck in close proximity and let out a thunderous blasting sound, one that equaled in magnitude only by their own hysterical screams that followed. Without hesitation, they ran scared through the rain and wind and down the stairs. Perhaps a couple of minutes passed when everything got eerily quiet. Breathing came somewhat difficult. The flame of the candle began extending upward. No sound could be heard. Dad then tied the door down so it would not fly open for what was about to surely follow. Everyone huddled together and held on to each other. Dad said, "Here it comes," as if only matter-of-factly. The wind became fierce and strong as the tornado crossed our path. Even though quite a bit of damage was done, and Judy's cake was not fit to be eaten, at least it passed just overhead or perhaps its category was low enough that the damage was not total. Albeit windows were broken, the house still stood. The garage was demolished, and the barn's roof was lifted off and away. Our favorite climbing trees were virtually ruined. Mother's wringer washing machine, which she loved, was carried a couple hundred yards away. And of course, much debris was strewn everywhere. And it there is any lesson to be learned, perhaps it is that Mom probably listened a little more attentively in the future when Dad talked, that is, if at no other times, at least during heavy thunderstorms. -Charlie

88: May, 1957 Judy's 1st Communion Rose Etta High 9, Judy Lee 7, Joey Schulte 7, Clarice Ann Seibald 7, Billy Don Shettler 7, Anita Seibald 10, Sister Ida | 1959 Ricky 8 months | May 1956 Judy, 6 years old | 1954-Eddie, Judy, Charles Eddie, Rose Ann, Charles, Judy

89: June 1953 - Lois, Judy, Charles & Eddie Feb. 1957-Eddie, Judy, Charles, Cheryl, Michael Feb. 1955-Judy 4, Eddie 6, Charles 3 | 1959 Mom & Ricky | Jan 1, 1956 | 1956 - Charles, Michael, Judy, Albert, Cheryl, and Eddie | 1957 Michael 1 year

90: 1958 Charles' First Communion Judy, Charles, Rose Ann, Joe High, Clarice Seibold, Sister Ida | May 1958 Henry, Pauline, Albert, Lois, Sonny, Anita, Gene, and Jeanie

91: 1959 Lois Helen 29 years old | 1959 Lois Helen& Ricky | 1957 | 1957 Michael & Eddie

92: 1962 Lois Helen | Many years ago, when we still lived in the old small house located out in the middle of the farm, I can remember Mom shoeing flies. I guess the fly swatter had yet to be invented. Us smaller kids would be playing in the middle of the floor, and we would hear Mom coming and hollering, "Get out of the way and open that screen door!" She was coming through the house wildly waving a dish towel (not really hollering at the flies like Dad would the cattle), but she was really moving and swishing those flies (at least most of them) out the door. This would usually happen more than once a day, and certainly around noon time it seems. -Mike | Mar. 1960 Rick, 16 months & Mom | 1960 Eddie, Cheryl, Judy | Michael 1965

93: Mar. 1960 Judy, Charles, Mom & Cheryl | 1960 Eddie Lee, Elizabeth Ann, Judy Lea, Cheryl Ann, Charles Wayne | Feb 1960 Charles, Judy, Eddie & Rick

94: Feb 1960

95: April 16, 1961 Sister Alberta, Sister Rita Mary, Cheryl Ann's First Communion | Oct. 3, 1960 Judy 10 yrs, Cheryl 6 years | Watermelon at Grandma Jacobi's

96: April 16, 1961 Andrew, Cheryl, Grandma Jacobi & Ricky | July 4, 1968

97: April 16, 1961 Andrew, Judy, Charles, Cheryl, Mike & Rick | May 1962 Albert's Brothers & Sisters & Spouses

98: Sept 1963 Steve, Charles, Mike, Sut, Albert, Kim, Eddie & Ricky | Sept 1960-Eddie, Larry & friends | 1964 Eddie 14 years | June 1964 Roger

99: Nov 1964 Albert, Rick & Roger | Mom & Ricky | 1969 Roger & Albert | White men can’t jump, but they can run! How thrilled we would be whenever Dad would come in from the fields and pull out a small rabbit from his shirt pocket. In spite of being hot or cold (depending on the time of year), tired and stressed he would take time to jump from the tractor and spend no telling how much energy chasing down and catching a young bunny.all to delight us kids at home. -Roger

100: Dec 1962 Daddy (Clyde) and Lois Helen | April 2, 1961 Easter Picnic at our house | Jan 1962 Mother & Daddy

101: April 1963 | May 1963 Rick 4, Roger 9 months | Eddie 14, Ricky 4, Roger 8 months | We lived about mile from the county road. To a small kid, it seemed like a few miles. Mom would occasionally have me go and retrieve the mail. At times I recall having to take a small box or step stool to stand on to reach the mail box. Mom would always say, "Now, be careful coming back and don't drop anything." Yeah right – a little boy who likes to play in the dirt – is going to get all that mail back to the house and in short order. I wonder how many times I came back with only half the mail, the other papers blowing in the wind across a field that to me, seemed to go on forever. Sorry mom, but I guess you got all the bills paid. You didn't get thrown in jail -Mike | Easter Sunday April 2, 1961 Ricky & Mama

102: Halloween was always a special time for us kids. When we had the station wagon, Mom would take us all over town in that thing. Seems like we always had a car load. Some in the front seat, some in the back seat, & Ricky, Roger & I in the back compartment. I remember Roger getting choked on a jaw breaker in the very back of that car when he was quite small one Halloween night. I think Ricky and I and whoever was sitting in the back seat were all in panic mode. (By the way, I think it was Ricky who gave him that piece of candy. I sure didn't do it) Mom just stopped the car and said, "Pass him up here." We shuttled him up to the front and she calmly removed the candy from his throat. She might have done it frantically, but somehow in a calm way. I think Roger stayed in the front seat with Mom the rest of the night. -Mike | April 1964 Ricky ,6 years 6 months; Roger, 1 year, 8 months | 1962 | Mike

103: The Race Oftentimes, the guys would load up in the pickup, 2 or 3 in front and 2 or 3 or more in the back, and make our way to the north pond, about 3/4 miles due north of where we used to live. . A cool dip and swim was always fun. Going straight north meant basically traveling through the field where there were several terraces to pass over to get to our destination. Many times we would pass over these terraces during our daily activities. Sitting in the back, one would usually experience quite a thrill as Dad would purposely or not, go over a terrace or two a little fast, with live bodies often tossed and bounced around uncontrollably. It was a miracle that no one ever got bounced out. Or maybe they did. I don't know. On this day, we would be traveling 1/2 mile north, reach the east-west county road, pass across it, open the gate to the pasture and complete the journey to the pond. All of us, men and women, decided to jump in our respective vehicles and see who could get there first. The guys jumped in Dad's pickup truck and the women jumped into Mom's car. With Dad driving, the guys sped off going straight north. We were taking the short cut. Mother and the ladies took the long way by traveling 1/4 mile east, then 1/2 mile north, 1/4 mile west at which point they would enter the pasture through the gate. It was longer but smooth sailing and a much faster ride to be had. We were off. Dad was determined to win, even at the expense of possibly ejecting someone out of the back. Mom was equally determined to win. The cloud of dust much like a thick fog, was flying high and furious behind Mom's car. Meanwhile, Dad yelled out the window for us to hold on and like a Disney park roller coaster ride, we experienced the ride of our lives. But how exactly do you hold on? Much like sitting on a trampoline and having someone next to you, your only option is to go with the flow and bounce too. So it was with us. I was petrified. I wanted off this ride, but it wasn't coming to an end until victory was ours (Dad's). We were about to traverse over the last couple of terraces as we were almost to the road where we could then stop at the gate, blocking Mom from entering the pasture. If we could accomplish this, then surely victory was ours. It was a good strategy. But, Mom had her own plans. Not willing to accept defeat, she threw caution to the wind and pressed the pedal all the way to the metal. Just as we were about to arrive at the gate, Mom and her spectacular cloud of dirt and debris were closing in really fast. Dad might have been confident of victory, but Mom was not having it. Instead of slowing down, turning and stopping at the closed gate, as one would expect a reasonable person to do, she instead kept on going, driving right through the gate. The closed gate was now open. Dad and us guys, coming abruptly to a stop, merely gasped in disbelief. But we had to hand it to Mom. She will definitely go all out and ultimately stop for nothing. Well, that pretty much ended the race to the pond. The only thing to do was to catch my breath and allow my fear to come down to a more manageable level. What a race! -Charlie

104: 1965

105: 1966

106: July 1967 Cheryl, Charlotte Hood, Judy | May 12, 1968 Judy's Graduation | May 12, 1967 Eddie's Graduation | 1967

107: July 7, 1967 | Trailer time; Some of my earliest memories were of the times during the summer months us kids would sleep under the stars in one of the trailers parked in the back yard. A few times we would awaken to the trailer being moved by Mom and Dad across the yard and parked under the “building” in order to keep us from getting drenched from an approaching thunderstorm. To think how tired Mom and Dad must have been from their busy, busy day but they never neglected to do what was needed to protect their children! -Roger | Mother, how did you put up with all the commotion of helping us with all the blankets and mattresses we used when we slept outside? I'll always remember that I pretended to be asleep early in the morning when you & Daddy pulled the trailor out of the rain into the building. Thanks so much! Love, Cheryl Ann

108: Easter April 14, 1968

109: Regina, Ricky, Joe, Michael, Teresa, Mary Jean, Anthony, Jo Ann, David, Susan, Charles, Maureen | Andrew, Pat, Edmond, Albert, Bernard, Mary, Nellie, Geneva, Lois, Anna

110: 1968 Edmond & Geneva, Alfred & Margine Butler, Frank & June Schoeman, & Albert | The Schoeman & High families use to come over a lot when we were growing up and we had many hamburger cook-outs and outings at the pond. These were really some good times. I also recall a time period when Frank & June would come over in the evenings to play marbles with Mom & Dad. They were having fun and entertaining themselves. I just don't think they realized how entertaining it was to us kids, with all the whooping and hollering going on. Nobody wanted to be a loser in those marble games and it sure would get pretty intense at times. -Mike

111: Easter 1969 | Dec 1968 Albert, Mike, Rick & Roger | One of my best memories is when mom & dad took us to the movies for our first time. It was such a treat and such a big deal. I still remember how exciting the show was to me and just being at a theater for the first time. It was the movie called 'Swiss Family Robinson.' After the show and as we were leaving the building, I saw that dad had walked back to the ticket booth. I asked mom, "What is he doing?" She said, "He is paying more money to the attendant." She went on to say that after we were seated at the beginning of the movie, dad realized that he didn't give the correct age of one of us kids and that the ticket should have cost more. It must have been what, fifty cents maybe. Good ole honest dad, making things right as usual. I remember mom's comment. "I wonder how many other people would have done that?" -Mike

112: Aug 25, 1968 Roger, Mike & Ricky | Watermelon harvesting time was just plain hard work, but it was quite interesting at times. Mom not only had to cook for Dad and all of us kids, but also for the hired hands we had working with us during that time. In later years, when I might run across some of those hired hands and talk about those days of working in the melons, they would also talk about how much they enjoyed my Mom's meals and the great amount of food that she served. I know that we laughed in the past about how Dad use to give everybody an "all you can eat watermelon break" in the morning while working. He timed this around 10:30 to 11:00 in the hopes that the big crew might no be so hungry at noon. This might have helped some, but you really couldn't tell it by watching everyone

113: eating Mom's cooking at dinnertime. I know that harvesting melons was very hard work on Dad and my older brothers. But it was also interesting and somewhat exciting to me at a younger age. Driving the tractor and pulling the trailer down through the middle of the rows trying not to run over good melons and watching the trailer slowly being filled up to the top with melons was kind of neat. There were people on each side, some cutting melons off the vine and others carrying them to the trailer. Or sometimes we would line the melons up in a row and later drive through and place them in the trailer. We would take trailer loads of melons to the house and park them on the yard. Then later, when the semi truck would come, we would take everything over to Beaver Creek to park under shade trees and load the truck. It was soooo hot. Eddie had the fun job of stacking all the melons in the big truck. Now, that was a job. No breeze in there. Can you imagine trying to do a neat job of stacking melons that come in all different sizes? He made it look easy most of the time. And, of course, I remember many times when us younger kids would spend the night sleeping with Dad on the back of the wagon or hay truck in the middle of the watermelon patch to guard against people coming in and stealing melons. This was quite a problem at times. One night in particular, we were out there and some young people stopped on the road at the edge of the patch. I remember Dad firing the gun into the air to scare them away. They sped off down the road and out of sight. Directly, they came back by slowly, and they fired a shot or two, maybe at the truck, I don't know for sure. Dad had already had us hiding behind the other side of the truck in anticipation of what was going to happen. The next day, our neighbor said he heard them carrying on and cussing in his driveway, as they were turning around, about how they were going to shoot that man in the melon patch. There were many other times that were not quite as intense as Dad chased off some would-be melon robbers. I know Dad had many laughs about some of those particular situations through the years. -Mike

114: Speaking of watermelons, the pickin’ time is a very distinct memory of loading trailer after trailer of round Black Diamond or long Jubilee melons. My job was to drive the Poppin' Johnny pulling the trailer while being careful not to run over a good melon still attached to the long vines that stretched between rows ( I remember being really nervous that I would accidentally run over one). The melons would then be transferred into semi-trailer beds. -Roger

115: This was the same trailer Dad would park in the middle of the watermelon patch where we would sleep while Dad kept watch for potential watermelon thieves. We always hoped for some middle of the night action and if we were lucky we would be startled awake by Dad yelling and chasing a would be watermelon bandit from the field. Sometimes we would see flashlight beams off in the distance and could only imagine the confrontation that must be taking place between Dad and the poor souls who thought they could pull one over on Mr. Jacobi!. The next morning we would catch hints of who the culprits were as Mom and Dad talked about it! -Roger | "Do the Mashed Potato" I’ll never forget the image of Mom whipping up a massive bowl of mashed potatoes in the light blue mixing bowl. She would grip the bowl with her left arm while initially alternating between mashing and whipping the potatoes. She might pause to add a bit more butter or maybe a little more milk before resuming the mashing/whipping process. She would end with a flurry of whipping motion round and round the big blue bowl that would rival the speed of any rock band drummer. I’ve never seen hand motions so quick! Speaking of potatoes, who can forget Cheryl’s attempt at mashed potatoes while mom went to visit family in CA? -Roger | Roger

116: 1971 Albert, Lois, Rick & Roger | April 1972 Great Grandma Jacobi & Greg | Mom, do you remember the cooking lessons you gave me before you and Judy left for California? It seemed simple enough-but overwhelming for me. Instant Mashed Potatoes-Daddy, do you remember those mashed potatoes? Michael and Ricky most certainly do. (Mama tried) We knew then, and we know now who the cook and the housekeeper was-she still rules!! Ricky and Roger it might be wise for you to take into account that maybe Michael was madder and maybe even thirstier the day the water can went dry. Mental stability is crucial throughout one's life-I have overcome, but not certain about Michael, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Peace, Cheryl Ann | April 1971 Albert, Lois, Cheryl, Rick, Roger & Mike

117: 1971 Albert Lois Helen, Gene, Jeanie, Henry & Pauline | Dec 1971 | Aug 21, 1970 Judy & Lee | Grandma & Greg | 1971 Cheryl & Bill

118: Can't We All Just Get Along??? I'll never forget the (hrmphhhhh) love in Cheryl's face as she charged after Rick and me with a hoe (or maybe a watermelon pruner) after she discovered there was no water remaining in the water can. We thought we were doing her and Mike a favor by dumping out the water. . .after all, there were dirt clods in it! Of course, this followed our, "let;s see how close we can get to the water can with dirt clods" game. How could we sit by and knowingly let them drink dirty water? Not sure how Dad missed this as he seemed to always have a watchful eye and was usually on the tractor nearby whenever we were hoeing or doing other field work. -Roger | 1970 Roger, Rick & Cheryl | Rick & Roger

119: We always had a good laugh whenever Dad would poke fun and mimick Mom's habit of using her hands while telling a story? And he was right about it. Anytime Mom relayed an event she would have her arms and hands as full partners in the story-telling. We wondered if she would be able to tell a story without moving her hands! She would good naturedly attempt to refrain from using her hands but it was obviously very challenging and much to our delight, she would inevitably have to use some gesture which would bring howls of laughter from Dad and us kids. -Roger | Another source of Dad's ribbing was back in the day when Mom's hairdo was impressively vertical. He loved to say how we only need to look for the top of her hair if we were shopping with her and found ourselves separated by a few aisles. Just look for the tall hair and we would never get lost! | Oct 1973 Albert & Lois

120: 1973 Trip to Colorado

121: Top of Pikes Peak Mike, Roger, Rick, Mom | Rick, Mike, Roger | "Leisure time" Weekdays at Clear Creek when many times we were the only boat on the lake; going fishing with Mom and Grandma at the north pond; planning and talking about our first trip to Six Flags. I was very curious about a slide made inside a tree and riding in logs going down a creek. When Dad would describe these things we couldn’t wait to go!; picnicking at Porter Hill and riding cardboard boxes down the slopes; Sunday drives through the “sand hills” NE of Sterling; the times we would be treated to going out to eat at Underwoods Bar-B-Q in Lawton; the two vacation trips to SW Colorado-the first one was during the time of gas shortages and long lines at some of the stations -Roger

122: Four Corners | Grand Canyon

123: 1975 | Climbing ladder to see Balcony House | Blue Mesa

124: From bottom left around circle: Jan. 20, 1974 Nancy, 1978 Monte & Russell, Russell Dale 10 months, 1979 Russell, 1975 Randall & Monte, Greg, Cheryl Ann

125: 1970s | 1973 Mom & Cheryl | 1975 Rick, Eddie, Charlie | 1977 | 1978 | Greg, 1978 | Russell, Charlie, Roger

126: 1975 Rick | 1973 Cheryl working hard | Speaking of being distracted while in the fields, we knew better than to look up when the occasional car drove along the road. This was seen as not paying attention to our work. Dad would tell us stories of a couple of women (I can’t remember the names) who were known for their singular focus as they hoed cotton. Apparently these women NEVER looked up while they walked along row after row of cotton all day long! If only I could live up to that standard! I have to confess I could never do it. -Roger | Other field work clearly recalled is when we would pack the cotton trailer following each dumped hopper. Sometimes Dad would dump a full hopper on top of us. I can still feel and smell the cotton and how muffled the outside world became as we were buried deeper and deeper. I can remember thinking this must be how it would feel to be buried alive and then freeing myself to once again pack down the fluffy cotton before the next hopper load was dumped. I remember hoeing peanuts pruning melons, liming Black Diamond melons, moving irrigation pipe, setting main lines, digging the trench across the road to lay mainline joint.all under the watchful eye of Dad who was usually working nearby on a tractor. -Roger

127: 1975 Rick on tractor with cotton stripper | 1973 Rick & Dad | I’ll always remember us watching the position of the shadow on the east wall of the house anytime we were doing work from the south fields. When the shadow reached a certain point we knew it was time to head home for dinner. Of course we wouldn’t dare let Dad catch us “watching the clock” while we were supposed to be working. -Roger

128: Walking Plow | More from Albert "We had horses. Everybody had horses, you know. When I was about 16, I worked for my neighbor. He run 2 walkin’ plows. He’s the one that got me started on a walkin’ plow.There was 2 horses, a team. He broke me in on a walkin’ plow. You got those 2 handles there you see, and you got your reins. You just keep them over your shoulder. That way you can jerk ‘em, pull ‘em which way you want them to go. Generally, with a walkin’ plow, 1 of them would run in the furrow, you know. It’s a good place to walk because it’s solid. No slippage like on loose ground. Then, uh, we had a sulky plow. They called it a sulky plow. What is that? A sulky has a seat on it. Takes three horses for it, and you had a seat. There wasn’t nothin’ hydraulic or anything. Everything was manual. Get that lever and pull it up. Course you gotta pull up to turn around when you get to the end. "Did you like it?" I didn’t mind it. We didn’t think of it. I never, ever thought of dreading work. I mean. . .it never dawned on me. You just, you just done it. That’s just the way it was, and you didn’t think anything about it. I mean, I come in for chores-after school, you do your chores. Feed the hogs and the chickens and the turkeys and, then you gotta milk, every evening. We didn’t dread it, really. Yeah. . . yeah, I liked to plow-his name was Hollowell. That was his name. He lived just north of us. I worked there for him in the summertime. His wife had some kind of disease or something. She had to move to Arizona because of the climate. Yeah, I remember that. I stayed overnight with them. We’d have to get up early ever mornin’ eat breakfast, you know. Then we would go out to milk, see. We’d milk the cows, and then separate the milk and all that, and then we would have to get the horses up. We’d catch them, then hitch ‘em. Takes time to do all that. We’d generally get going around sunup, a little after. Well all the chores and all of that stuff was in the dark, you know?" | Sulky plow

129: 1975 Lois wrote, "Rick pretending to work hard." | Sign Language When in the fields, we would sweat bullets trying to decipher Dad’s long distance sign language. The more urgently he tried to get us to understand what he was attempting to communicate, the more agitated he would become.and the more scared we would become! His arms would be flailing through the air, sometimes holding his cap in one hand, and we hadn’t a clue as to what he was trying to get us to do! These non-verbal communications would often be from a distance of 1/8 to 1/4 mile away! If we moved toward him this would prompt even more wild flailing of the arms so most of the time it was best just to stay put and he would come to us. -Roger

130: "Our 1978 Buick Ltd" | "1978 Your guess is as good as mine as to what is going on here. That's Rick upside down and Charlie on the floor." -Lois

131: 1979 Grandma & Keith | 1979 Eddie & Keith | Jan 1974 Grandma Jacobi, 82 years | Jeanie, Gene, Pauline, Larry, Lois, Juanita

132: Aug 19, 1980 Mike & Cheryl | Jan 3, 1980 Karen & Rick | Nancy, Jenny, Grandpa, Greg | Feb 1980 - Roger

133: Rick, Mike, Albert, Roger | 1980

134: The Evasive Calf I recall it was Dad, Eddie and myself in a pickup working with some cattle just east of the house 2 or 3 hundred yards. I was 15 or 16 years old. This one particular calf caught Dad;s interest and he set his mind on one thing. . .catching it using whatever means were available. First, he tried to single it out and move it away from the other cows by gunning the engine and running up next to it, even to bounce against it with a loving nudge of the pickup's fender (this method was used quite often in the past; however, with less than favorable success-but always did send chills up my spine as I knew that at anytime we were about to run up over a bawling, frightened animal). But this calf would stop in his tracks, and we would whiz past, unsuccessful in our attempt. Again, we would try, again with no luck. Finally, Dad had Eddie hold a rope out the window or perhaps with the door partly opened with the intended purpose of placing it over the head of the calf once Dad got close enough. This method too was unsuccessful in us landing the 4-legged creature. Dad was not a happy camper. He wasn't about to let this half-pint floppy-eared cud-chewing moo-mooing of a mammal get the upper hand. So, Dad re-strategized. We sat motionless for a moment as Dad contemplated the situation. He then told Ed to come around to the driver's side and drive, while he got in back. And, yup-you guessed it, with the rope in hand. Is it just me, or is it apparent that something is already obviously wrong with this picture. Ed and I both probably knew it. But Dad was determined, which perhaps clouded his thinking a bit and caused him to make a slight miscalculation in his relentless quest to come out victor. At this point, it was about Dad and the calf. The purpose for why we were pursuing the calf in the first place was now secondary in our thoughts, if at all. I knew it, Eddie knew it and especially, Dad knew it. We were going to get this calf, as they say in the old westerns, 'dead or alive.' You could see it in Dad's eyes. He had played around long enough. Dad was taking his stand (even though it was in the back of a pickup truck), and wasn't going to budge (at least, so he thought). Dad gripped the rope tightly in his left hand after making a loop which he held with his right. He began twirling it over his head just like he had seen Roy Rogers do countless times. He fixed his sight on that calf which was about 30 yards away. Then came the look of determination. He was ready. He told Eddie to drive. I turned 90 degrees around in my seat so I could see through the back window. For some reason, I felt really queasy. I was hoping for the best but didn't necessarily believe things would work out that way. Something just wasn't adding up in my mind. I mean, here Dad is twirling a rope in his right hand, standing up in the back of a moving vehicle while Eddie is chasing a calf that already proved himself not to like running in a straight line.

135: Eddie made a couple of drive-bys, the calf veered sharply to the right or left. Eddie didn't turn with the calf however, for obvious reasons. Instead, he simply decelerated as the calf moved away from the pickup and away from Dad's reach with the rope. Dad became furious. The calf was still in charge. Frustrated, Dad yelled at Eddie to keep up and stay with the calf. I think the queasy feeling intensified at this point. But who am I. I'm just along for the ride, right? Eddie started up again, got close to the calf, the calf starting to gallop, then as he got the pickup closer and closer, the engine raced louder and louder, and the calf sped up and ran faster and faster. Again, Dad yelled out a direct command, "Stay with the calf!" Eddie sped up. The calf was almost in Dad's range. Just a little closer and Dad would be able to lasso the beast. Just when Dad was about to release his hold on the rope, the calf turned sharply to the left. Eddie didn't hesitate. Eddie didn't decelerate. Eddie did just as Dad told him. He turned sharply to the left. Too bad Dad didn't do the same. Instead, I just saw the flailing of feet, legs, arms and rope as Dad cleared the sidewalls cleanly and found himself shot out like a rocket. Unfortunately, Dad didn't listen in class when his science teacher talked about Newton's first law of motion: "An object in motion stays in motions with the same speed and direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force" (the ground in this case). I yelled, "Stop! Dad fell out!" Eddie stopped quickly. There was a lot of dust, but about 50 feet behind, as the dust settled, we could see a slight movement. He was lying on the ground, but lifted his head so he could see over the tailgate and peered right at us. I knew we were in big trouble now. We surely committed the unpardonable sin. But about that time a strange occurrence occurred (as if the foregoing wasn't strange enough). He busted out laughing. he stumbled to his feet and brushed the dirt off his clothes, smiling as if he pre-arranged this entire ordeal. Eddie and I, realizing it was safe at that point, began laughing too, albeit cautiously. Later, Dad confessed that what made him laugh was the look on our faces when he looked up. He said he had never seen eyes so big. Dad was ok. And the calf, he probably got a good laugh too, that is, assuming calves have a sense of humor.

136: The gathering and working of cattle through the years has left me with many memories: some good & some bad. A lot of times as we would start the casual process of gathering, my brothers & I were fortunate enough to get to ride in the cab of the pickup with Dad, thinking to ourselves, "Why, this ain't so bad." But, as things start to intensify as Dad starts getting excited because maybe one of the cows is thinking about cutting away from the herd, everything changes. Our speed now picks up 3 or 4 notches as Dad races after the heard, arms waving out the window, loud hollering, & the horn a' blarin'. We now know that it is just a matter of time before Dad stomps on the brake and yells, "Get out and get on the tailgate." (By the way, the tailgate is already down and ready for us---I wonder who thought of that?) We just barely get back there and get our rears on the tailgate before Dad floors it & continues chasing the herd of cattle. We are holding on for dear life as he wildly drives back and forth and flies over the terraces ( he does slow down just a tiny little bit going over the terraces). There's tools, buckets, lug wrenches, bailing wire, and I don't know what all, being tossed around in the back of that pickup just a few feet away from us. Again, we know it's just a matter of time before we hear the next command from Dad that we sure don't want to hear. "JUMP OFF!" Now, it's not the order to jump off that bothers us so much. I mean gosh, we are more than ready to get out of that pickup (death trap). It's just that we know that Dad is not going to slow down all that much as we try and decide the very best moment to bail. No need for us to worry about hitting our head on the tailgate after we jump, as we get dirt slung in our eyes while he is already spinning out and speeding away. Now, our next chore is something that not even the very best of athletes could accomplish. As Dad is racing down the hill and getting the front of the herd heading in the right direction, we are expected to run as hard as we can down the hill all the way to the lot and all the while, making sure none of the cows slip away from the herd. Yeah, right. (Have you ever tried to run faster than a cow?) Anyway, it usually (not always) works out alright in the end, and we are bent over, out of breath and wondering how we were able to pull it off. -Mike

138: Halloween

139: I believe that Grandma and Grandpa have traumatized me. I don’t remember my exact age, but I am guessing around 5 or 6 years old. It was Halloween and like usual, we went over to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Brad and I walked up to the front porch to knock on the door and there was a scarecrow sitting in a chair besides the door. We go up to it to have a better look and all of a sudden, it jumps at us. That night I should have wore the “Flash” costume because I made it from the front porch, though the house, and to the laundry room in about half a second. After Grandma took off her mask and finished calming me down, I remember spending the rest of the night waiting for other people to come to the front porch and watching them get scared. Even to this day, when I see a scarecrow, I have to watch it carefully until I decide that no one is inside of it. Jeff

140: 1984

142: 1985-86 | Building a boom

143: swather | carryall | rake

144: Combining Peanuts

145: Now, that’s nuts: From the time of putting out the pre-plant herbicide, to the planting ,cultivation, hoeing, irrigation, digging and harvest, the peanut fields hold a lot of memories. I was always proud to know Dad could plant the longest, straightest rows of anyone around. When it came time to hoe, Dad was always a few rows ahead of us driving a tractor with a cultivator. We knew we couldn’t get away with any shananigans with him keeping an eye on us! “Moving pipe” was a lot more fun when Dad came out with us sometimes he would announce he would give a nickel for each weed (usually cockleburs) pulled. Peanut harvest always coincided with basketball season and that was a favorite time of year for me. -Roger

146: Feb 1980 Eddie & Roger helping put graineries together

147: 1982 machinery shed

148: Helen, Judy, Randall | Jenny | Cheryl, Monte, Bill, Randall

149: Easter 1980 | 4 generations Judy, Lois, Juanita, Helen | Grandma Sanders & Grandkids | Greg, Nancy, Brenda, Keith, Eddie, Jenny | Albert, Lois, Roger | Randall & Greg

150: 1981 | Keith | Easter Russell, Bill, Nancy, Keith | Albert, Jeffrey, Lee, Henry | Eddie & Keith

151: 1982 | Nancy. Helen & Jenny | Monte & Russell | Juanita on Mother's Day | Rick & Jack Nicklaus Golf Tournament in New Orleans | Randall | Keith, Helen, Albert

152: Cheryl, Lois Helen, Judy | Geneva, Lois Helen | Lois Helen & Geneva | Geneva, Lois Helen, Judy

153: Christmas 1982 | Great, Great Uncle John with Albert & Lois's Grandkids | Bill with Bear | Cheryl, Lois, Judy

154: After many years, it's time to confess. Which one of you broke the picture window? Eddie or Charlie-was it an accident? Were you mowing and hit a rock, or was it one of the many waterfights that came around? The garden hose was always handy and strung from the faucet close to the window. Hmmm. . .just wondering. Let's face it-Judy ruled in the kitchen and pretty much throughout the house. The mop chase was a highlight in our life-it happened to us all at one time or another. Roger could drop cookie crumbs or spill Kool-aid, but his saving grace was that he was a young babe and always seemed to be the apple of his Mom's eye! (Cookie Boy) Ricky, what about the cake you proudly paraded in front of my date? (Bill) How did that happen? Under the bed must not have been a good enough hiding place. Maybe it did lean more to one side-Oh well-you didn't ever see another one (ouch!) did you Rick? -Back to the picture window- You would think that Eddie or Charlie would fess up. Afterall, they were the oldest and we all looked up to and counted on them for direction in our own lives. Anyway, it wouldn't have been Mike, Rick or Roger because they were supposed to follow in their good example. Besides that, they wouldn't have even known about the incident, and they wouldn't have even known how to lie at their young age or know anything about the conspiracy that seems to have continued through the years. Maybe it's time for Mother & Daddy to finally know the truth. Peace, Cheryl Ann

155: Rick & Cheryl Ann

156: Hacky Sack & Handstands | April 1980 - Roger supervising Charles | April 1980 - Greg supervising Roger | 1982 Roger perfecting form | 2004 - Charles on hands

157: 1987 | 2012 | 2012 | 2012 | 2004

159: On facing page: 1981-Greg & Nancy on top of Grandma & Grandpa's basketball goal. Helen & Jenny below. Sadie & Hannah on same goal in 2012. Top of this page-Great Grandma telling the girls to, "Come down from there, right now!" | 1981 Jeff, Nancy, Keith | Greg | Jenny


161: "Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius." - Pietro Aretino | Cheryl's 1st 3 wheeler riding lesson

162: 1983 Wheat Harvest

163: Rick

164: Uncle John 91 years (1986)

165: 1971 Uncle John & Albert | 1986 Albert & Uncle John

166: Six Flags

168: Uncle John & Juanita | Nancy & Jenny | Randall | Charles | Monte | Keith | Greg | Lois Helen | Brian

169: Easter 1983 | Cheryl & Russell

170: 1983 Lois, Jenny, Keith, Nancy, Helen

171: Jenny, Nancy, Helen | Keith | Greg | Jenny

172: 1983 | Mom & Roger | Jenny, Nancy, Greg & Randall | Roger | Bill

173: Juanita | Mom & Roger | Jenny, Helen, Nancy | Jeffrey & Brad | Karen & Rick | Keith | Brad, 15 months

174: Born on April 19, 1984-Cowboy | Brian & Coyote | Roger & Cowboy, 6 weeks | Roger receives safety award | Greg

175: 1984 | Lois Helen 54 years old | Helen | Jenny | Keith | Lois Helen | Greg, Randall, Monte

176: 1984 | Lois, Greg, Jenny, Albert, Keith, Nancy, Brian? | Mother's Day at the pond | Randall, Helen, Jeffrey, Brad | Monte & Russell

177: Lois Helen & Judy | Helen, Roger, Jeffrey, Brad, Randall | Mother's Day at the pond | Father's Day

178: Jacobi Family Reunion at Halliburton Park | 1984 Albert, Johnny & Evelyn, Edmond & Geneva, Pat | 1984 Mary, Andrew, Johnny, Evelyn, Edmond, Geneva, Pat, Anna, Albert, Lois, Nellie, Bernard | 2000 Egg Toss | 2003 Lois, Anna, Geneva

179: 1987 | 2006 Johnny, Edmond, Pat, Andrew, Anna, Nellie, Albert | 2000 Martin, Joseph, Albert & Anthony Capucio | 2003

180: Travis & Jed | 1996 Edmond & Geneva | 2009 Albert's Brothers & Sisters: Andrew, Anna, Albert, Nellie, Johnny & Edmond | 2008 Nellie & Lois | Dusty, Hannah & Brayden

181: 1995 | 1987 Pat, Andrew, Mary | 1987 Geneva & Johnny | Brayden, Maddie, Jacob & Dusty | Jenny & Dusty

182: Jan. 1984 East Pond | Lois, Cheryl, Albert, Mike, Lee | Albert

183: ICE! | A time when it was not so hot was in the winter of 1983. During one period the temperature never reached above freezing for several days. The ponds froze up with really thick ice. We all got together one day and went over to Dad's east pond to play around on the ice. We happened to notice at one time that dad was in the pickup and he would pull the front wheels out a little onto the edge of the pond and then back up. He would repeat this a few times easing further out each time. After a bit, he had pulled out far enough that the back wheels were also on the ice of the pond. Knowing how conservative and careful dad is, I couldn't believe my eyes. Well, it wasn't long until he was in that pickup out in the middle of the pond cutting doughnuts and sliding around all over the place. I had to drive my pickup out there too, once I got up enough nerve. Dad later made the comment that he believed that he could have driven a tractor out there. It was a unique time that I am sure we will all remember. -Mike | Brad, Randall, Greg, Jeffrey, Helen, Jenny | Eddie pulling Keith | Greg on bike, Cheryl on skates

184: Beaver Creek Flood

185: Lois said the bridge was out for 3 or 4 years. It was difficult for farming the Sheetz' Place. Albert and Eddie had to take their equipment all the way around by White's Dairy.

186: May 1968 Albert, Rick, Roger & Charlie | Albert napping

187: I have many good memories of the times we went to Clear Creek Lake. But getting to and from the lake may have not always been so great. Seems like for a while some of us smaller kids just rode in the back of the pickup behind the cab on the floor. Finally, Dad took a backseat from an old car, and we propped it up behind the cab and sat on it. Just the bottom seat, mind you, no back. Not really the most comfortable thing, but we managed and survived. And we learned pretty quick that the best spot was NOT behind the driver's side. Every once in a great while Dad would have to spit out the window. We knew this because sometimes we might get a little on our hand or maybe on our arm. And, of course, Dad never even thought of what might be happening. But, we survived that also. Dad was a pretty good water skier too. But I do recall on one occasion he came in too close and too fast and when he hit the bank, he just seemed to roll for a good ways. I don't remember exactly what he said when he gathered himself, but it was quite a funny scene. -Mike

188: Brad & Judy | Russell | Eddie, Judy, Charlie, Cheryl, Michael, Rick, Roger

189: July 1986 Jeffrey | 1988 Albert | 1986 Rick | Jeffrey & Keith

190: Left to right, top to bottom: 1999-Dusty; Monica, Melia, Maddie & Dusty; 1999Brayden & Maddie; Maddie & Dusty; 1997 Jeffrey, Cheryl, Dusty, Helen; Maddie

191: July 1985 | Maddie, Jeff & Karen | Melia & Monica on tube | Maddie, Dusty & Brian | Charlie, Mike & Cheryl, Eddie & Brenda, Lee & Judy, Cheryl Ann, Rick & Karen, Roger

192: 1984 Jenny, Albert, Nancy, Roger, Monte | 1985 Brian | Lois Helen, "Hit it!" | 1986 Mike & Brian | 2007 | 1987 Cheryl | Cheryl

193: 1986 Brad | 2007 Great Grandma & Kinley | 1986 Jeff | 2011 Brock, Kinley, Gavin, Cole, Grace, Katie | 1986 Jenny, Greg, Keith | 1986 Cheryl & Melia | 1986 Lois & Cheryl

194: 1985 | Russell | Mike, Brian & Cheryl | Jeffrey, Helen & Brad | Dolly | Brian

195: Grandma & Helen | Nancy | Nancy | Greg | Greg

196: 1985 | Grandpa transports trees & kids; Charlie, Rick & Mike; Greg & Jenny; Albert & some grandkids; Albert & many grandkids; Keith

197: 1986 Greg & Nancy; Albert; Brad & Greg; Brian & Travis; Jeff; Mother's Day

198: Christmas 1986 | Rick, Charlie, Roger | Rick | Rick and Mom | Mom & Cheryl | Jeff, Brad & Helen

199: Russell, Cheryl & Monte | Rick, Charlie, Cheryl & Roger | Albert & Lois

200: I had just picked up my brand new motorcycle. She was a beauty and fast too! Advertised top speed was 45mph, but I knew I could squeeze more than that from her. Pretty sure I got her up to 51mph, but things were pretty blurry with my eyes watering from all the wind in my face! I was going downhill, wind at my back, and in the superman pose. You know, where you lay down on the bike, extend the legs back so as to limit drag and just barely peak over the handlebars with at least one eye on the road while the other is watching the speedometer to make sure that I don’t miss the top speed. 51mph, I was so proud as I pulled up to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Grandma came outside to check out the new ride. I was proudly pointing out this and that and she was oohing and aahhing as if on cue. Then it struck me, I think she wants to ride it??? I thought to myself, this could be bad. I mean she’s brand new. At the same time, my brain was thinking that thought, my mouth blurted out something like, "Do you wanna take it for a spin?" She looked at me like a kid in a candy store and said YES, do you care? At this point, there really wasn’t any way to turn back, but I sure was trying to figure one out. So she straddled the bike and promptly removed any glimmer of hope I may have had that it was going to be okay when she asked “how do I make it go?” So I explained the clutch, gears, and brakes to her and how they all worked. She promptly pulled the brake lever, not the clutch, and popped it into gear immediately stalling the engine-ooohhhh my poor, brand new, motorcycle. If only I could stop this. Finally the big moment had arrived, the engine was running again, the clutch was disengaged and the transmission was in gear. All that needed to happen now was to slowly release the clutch while gradually applying some throttle. I repeat, gradually applying SOME throttle. I don’t think words can accurately portray what happened next. I knew my hopes had been dashed when she gradually released the clutch, under full throttle. I’m sure she was wondering what the burning smell was-nah, not a chance! Once the clutch had been fully engaged, my beautiful, brand new, extremely fast motorcycle was gaining speed at a rapid rate. Did I mention that we were in the yard, with all of the trees and fences in close proximity??? As any panic stricken, apparently first time motorcycle rider would do, she engaged the brake lever while extending both legs toward the ground in an attempt to stop the raging beast. While I did appreciate her effort to do things the hard way, I was fervently yelling at her that the best way to slow down was to release the throttle, yes, the throttle. What I had failed to realize is she was now holding tight to the handlebars, preventing her from releasing the throttle, in an attempt just to keep from falling off. At this point, in my mind, her falling off was the best option for the bike-better to wreck the bike now before it reaches top speed, 51mph, and if it’s better for the bike, it seems like it would be better for Grandma too, right! Nothing had gone my way up till now, and it seems that we were going to continue this trend. She didn’t fall off the bike, she kept going! I don’t know how, but she managed to make it around the first tree and turn without hitting the fence-whew, things are looking up??? Nope, the second tree is now smack dab in the way and Grandma is barreling toward it, full throttle in one hand, pulling the brake with the other hand, dragging both feet, and screaming at me to do something about it, and all she had to do was let go of everything and fall off!! She made it by the second tree by turning back toward the fence-oh no. The bike kinda of danced from side to side, as if it were suggesting that she should get off. Nope, she managed to tame the raging beast, once again avoiding the fence at the last second. This time, she had turned back toward me and the house. | July 1987 Greg, 15 years | Greg & Keith

201: Now I had a decision to make, run for my own life, tackle Grandma and the bike, or clothesline her as she came by. Oh c’mon, I know you’ve seen a motorcycle that’s out of control, regain control after the rider has fallen off and come to a slow stop and fall over. I’m hoping for the best here. Well, I like to think that I decided to help Grandma, but what I really think happened is fear set in and I froze in my tracks. Her eyes locked with mine as she hurtled toward me, throttle in one hand, brake in the other and both feet on the ground. The only difference was that she was no longer screaming at me to do something as I was the one doing all of the screaming now. As she was going by, she reached out to me with her hand as if I could have stopped her. As luck would have it, things were starting to look up for me and my brand new, extremely fast motorcycle-and for Grandma too. See, she reached out to me with the very thing that was preventing her from stopping, the hand that had the throttle fully pegged. What seemed like an eternity was over in a matter of seconds, and by the time I ran up alongside my beautiful, brand new, extremely fast motorcycle, I had regained my composure enough to ask Grandma if she was okay first, before checking on my beloved motorcycle. I love you Grandma! -Greg | Grandma & Greg

202: 1987 | Keith | Greg & Randall | Keith

203: Greg, Randall & Monte after a hard night at Grandma & Grandpa's | Greg | Cheryl & Bill | Jenny | Rick

204: 1987 East Pond | Grandpa with grandkids | Brad, Jeff & Rick

205: Roger, Rick & Charlie (Jams made by Lois) | Rick, Mike & Charlie

206: 1987 Albert,Andrew, Edmond, Johnny, Nellie & Anna | 1987 Lawrence, Aunt Marguerite, Margaret

207: 1987 Bernard & Nellie, Albert & Lois, Andrew & Mary, Johnny & Evelyn, Edmond & Geneva, Pat & Anna

209: 1987 Building pavilion at pond

210: 1988 | Brian | Helen & Jed | Keith

211: Charlie | I do not have just one memory that stands out from all the others that include Grandma and Grandpa. Most of my memories from childhood until now include them both. They have always been such a huge part of my life and always there to support me and my family. Some of my fondest memories include our annual summer trip to Six Flags, bowling with the entire Jacobi clan and then eating at Furr's to see who could build the tallest ice cream cone, Fourth of Julys with everyone wearing Grandpa's mandatory goggles, Nancy, Jenny, and I getting to stay the night with them and putting on shows for them in their basement, listening to Grandpa play his guitar and sing "How Much is that Doggie in the Window?" and "10 Little Indians" while Grandma sang "The Chocolate Ice Cream" song to my kids, always looking up into the basketball stands and seeing them there for me and now my own kids, Grandma showing up in her wheelchair so she could be at my wedding, having so much fun at Aunt Pauline's garage sales with Grandma, Mom, and Cheryl, Grandma being at all my children's births, especially Brayden's when her and Mom were actually both in the delivery room and Grandma complimenting the doctor on her nice stitching job!, Listening to Grandpa tell stories about his life growing up, Grandma making me curtains for my classrooms, our pond and lake get-togethers-like the time Cheryl and Grandma forgot to let go of the tube after it flipped over, Grandma taking me to get my ears pierced for the first time and then doing the same for Kinley, Grandpa finally wearing down to our hugs and hugging us back!, Grandma dressing up for Halloween and sitting on the porch waiting for us to stand by 'the dummy' while mom took a picture before jumping out and scaring us half to death but then made up for it by giving us a monster sized bag of candy, and hugging and kissing them goodbye-I ALWAYS had to hug Grandma last and Grandpa would give me such a hard time. I have so many memories of them both. Grandma and Grandpa are two very special people to me and have shown me the importance of family and I hope to be just as close and involved in my children and grandchildren's lives as they have been in mine. -Helen

212: March 1989

214: May, 1985-Roger moves to Kansas | June 1985 Dodge City, Kansas Albert & Roger | Cheryl, Lois & Judy help Roger move

215: I remember when I was about ten or so Monica and I got to spend the night at grandma and grandpa’s. We begged and begged grandpa to tell us a bedtime story. Well he finally gave in and started to tell his story. I assumed he would tell us a fairytale about princes and princesses but he wanted to tell us a scary story. He started talking about the creek and ghosts and started making creepy ghost sounds. He didn’t get too far into the story when he started laughing. He couldn’t even finish the story he was laughing so hard. He was laughing to where he would quit breathing for a bit and that scared me bad as a little kid. I started crying and said’ “Grandma is grandpa having a heart attack?” Well that really made them both start laughing....I finally realized everything was okay and then was upset because he never finished his story! Haha J -Melia | 1989 Grandma & Melia | 1989 Pauline, Jeanie, Larry, Lois | 1989 Grandma, Jenny, Grandpa | Cheryl, Melia, Brian, Mike, Travis

216: 1994 Duke & Dolly; Melia, Joe, Roger; Lois & June Schoeman; Randall; Cheryl Ann; Karen, Lois, Judy, Cheryl Ann, Cheryl, Ramona

217: 1995 L to R, Top to Bottom: Grandma, Helen, Grandpa; Eddie, Keith, Grandma; Travis; Mike; Melia & Mike; Lois, Ramona, Roger, Albert

219: 1995 Tacky Party

220: 1996 Lois Helen | 1996 Cheryl & Travis

221: 1996 Cheryl, Jenny, Henry | 1996 Mike & Travis | 1996 Russell

222: Albert's New Truck | Dusty & Brad | Charlie & Dusty | Joe & Monica | 1997 | Grandma, Dusty & Maddie | Jed & Joe

223: Eddie & Cheryl | Monica & Grandpa | Melia | Grandma, Joe & Grandpa

224: Lois & Pepper | John Wayne

225: 1997 | Jeannie, Larry, Lois | Roger, Ramona & Fish

226: 50 Years | Married April 12, 1947 | Albert & Lois

227: Rick, Roger, Charlie, Mike, Eddie | Cheryl & Judy

228: Rick | Dusty | Roger | Roger, Joe, Rick | Karen & Maddie | Joe, Monica, Jed & Maddie | Dusty & Brad

229: 51st Anniversary | 1998 | Lois, Jeanie, Pauline | Joe

230: 1998 | Grandma, Keith, Grandpa | Russell, Jeff, Grandma, Keith, Brad | Jeff, Lee, Brad, Helen, Dusty, Judy | Great Grandma & Dusty | Grandma, Keith, Jenny, Grandpa | One of my best memories that I have of Grandma is when she would push me in the tree swing in her front yard and sing "The Airplane Song." She would just make it up as she went, and it would never be the same. That's why I loved it. -Dusty

231: Grandpa Eddie & Dusty | Lee, Judy & Dusty | Cheryl, Dad & Judy

234: Eddie | Mike, Albert & Brian

235: Greg | Albert | Brian & Greg

237: Our Place

238: My favorite memory of Grandpa was when Maddie & I sat on his lap as he sang about the little indians and the doggy in the window again and again as he bounced us on his knees. -Dusty | Jenny & Eddie | Great Grandpa & Dusty | Dusty | Lois, Eddie & Albert | Dusty & Maddie

239: Grandma, Brian & Grandpa | 1999 | Albert & Cheryl | Grandma,Jeff & Grandpa | Brayden & Helen | Ramona & Chance | Keith, Jenny, Eddie, Jackie | Jenny & Nancy | Grandma & Jenny | Brayden

240: Brian, Greg, Monte

241: 1999 | Grandpa, Monte, Russell | Brian, Brad, Randall, Russell, Greg, Monte, Jeff, Keith

242: 1999 at the pond

243: Brad & Brian

244: 1999 Wheat Harvest

245: Back on the farm, Dad was very picky about having the rows of crops being planted to be very straight. And I mean they were straight. That was before the time of "GPS." Nowadays I use a string line when setting poles to get them straight in a row, but I don't know that they come out as straight as the rows of cotton, peanuts, etc. that Dad had planted. And them rows went for 1/2 mile! The old "DC" case tractor and others that I remember driving were so worn out and had a tremendous amount of play in the steering. Dad would get upset if we did not drive straight over the rows as to not damage the crops. Why heck, it was a chore just to get the tractor down there to the field, let alone drive down the rows of crops in a straight line. But somehow he could do it with no problem. -Mike | "Say what?" Dad’s quirky sayings were always amusing; “square with the world”, “next thing you know you won’t know nothin”, “progress is change but change isn’t always progress”, “DW40”, “you can’t force anything”, and the always popular, “kids, always remember an empty gun can kill”. We were happy to let him know that’s why we keep our guns loaded at all times! -Roger

246: 1999 Lois said, "It takes 1 to put up the sign and 5 to tell him how."

247: Russell, Keith, Brian, Jeff, Brad, Monte, Travis, Randall, Greg, Jed, Joe

248: 2000 Grandpa & Grandma with Melia & Monica | "Painted Up!"

249: 2001 Jacob's Baptism | Oct. 1998 Monica, Dusty, Maddie, Melia | I made a deal with Grandma & Uncle Charlie when I was probably in my teens. We wrote out a contract in a notebook that I wouldn't get married until I was 25. If I got married before I was 25, then I would have to pay Grandma $1,000, and I would have to pay Charlie $1,000. I'm pretty positive Grandma has kept that notebook. -Melia | Melia & Grandma | Easter 2000 Our family plus Henry & Elizabeth | Greg & Hannah | 2000 Lois & Albert

250: 2001 Snow! Albert on 4 wheeler, Lois on porch

252: 2002 | Mike & Jacob | Karen, Cheryl & Jennifer | Maddie & Dusty | Monica | Hannah & Greg | Lois Helen | Roger | Roger & Cheryl | Albert, Brian, Lois | Greg, Hannah, Jacob, Travis

253: Lois & Albert with Albert Laux

254: 2003 | Maddie, Hannah & Dusty | Maddie, Monte & Hannah | Albert | Lois, Karen & Judy | Four Generations: Sadie, Greg, Eddie, & Albert

255: 2004 | Jeff, Helen, Russell & Brayden | Albert hunting Easter eggs | Brayden | Albert, Lois, Helen, Jason, Brayden | Hannah, Brayden, Maddie, Dusty | Brian, Jason, Helen | Maddie, Brayden, Dusty, Jacob, Hannah | Albert

256: Grandpa & Jessi | Grandma & Travis at Jeff & Susan's wedding | Lois & Jeannie | Kayla, Brock & Cole

257: 2005 | Susan & Jeffrey Milam October, 2005 | Eddie & Jackie | Hannah's favorite toy at Great Grandma & Grandpa's was always these glasses | Dusty & Maddie | Four Generations Judy, Lois, Helen & Kinley | Let's Dance! While in the kitchen, from time to time, Mom would untie her apron and dance a few steps of the Charleston which we would always love to see. -Roger

258: 2006 Albert & Edmond at the Jacobi Family Reunion | 1962 | Albert & Lois, Johnny & Evelyn, Pat & Anna, Edmond & Geneva

259: Dear Albert & Lois, You two were our total wedding party. Albert was Best Man & Lois was Maid of Honor. I guess it worked. We have been together 53 years and a few bumps along the way. When I was in high school, I remember seeing Lois Helen going down the street with a bunch of kids standing up in the back seat. Just kidding about a bunch. Back then, kids did stand up when you were driving so they could see. I still remember the blue Mercury you drove. Lois Helen & I used to go to Lawton just about every week. Regina & Roger used to play under the racks while we were shopping. I'll bet the clerks were very happy. I also remember Lois Helen's Dad was so scared of chasers on the 4th of July. They came to our house one 4th. Not very good at writing, "BUT" we do love you both and hope you have a very Happy Anniversary. Love,Edmond & Geneva | 1962 | 1968 | 2000 Lois & Edmond - Sack Race | 2006 Lois & Edmond Sack Race | 1996 Edmond & Geneva | 1962

260: 2006 Albert & Eddie with 9510 John Deere Grain Combine

261: Eddie & Lois Helen

264: Albert & Mike | Great Grandma, Dusty, Great Grandpa | Four Gernerations Helen, Judy, Lois, & Kinley | Great Grandpa, Helen, & Kinley | Great Grandpa & Kinley | 2005 | Judy & Lee

265: Great Grandma, Great Grandpa & Kinley | Dusty & Brayden | Great Grandma, Great Grandpa, Brock & Cole | Kayla, Randall, Jennifer, Brock, Cole | Great Grandma & Cole

266: Brock & Cole | Grandma, Grandpa & Brian | Brayden & Kinley | Jason & Brayden

267: Kinley | 2006 | Grace | Cheryl Ann, Lois, Judy | Brian & Katy | Kinley & Jason | Joe

268: Gruene, Texas 2006 | Lois & Albert with Ray Price Grist Mill Restaurant-Boiler room of old Cotton Gin where Albert's Dad worked

269: L to R, Front to Back Brayden, Maddie, Judy, Susan, Albert, Lois, Monica, Karen, Rick, Lee, Jason, Jeff, Kinley, Helen, Brad, Cheryl, Joe

271: This is Albert's old homeplace. He was born here May 11, 1924 and called it home until he married Lois in 1947. They then moved to a house of their own west of Sterling.

277: June 18, 2006 Taken at Albert's homeplace "Our productions since 1949" "Beautiful family, inside & out." (Not pictured: Bill, Monte, Russell, Randall, Jennifer, Kayla, Brock, Cole, Jenny, Jackie, Brad) Also, Charlie was apparently behind the camera since his chair is empty.

280: Milk barn on 1st home place of Lois & Albert | Chicken house on Albert's place | Cellar & barn

281: Barn on Albert's place | Chicken house | Albert & Lois's first Homeplace West of Sterling

284: 2007 Melia, Joe, Jacob | Jeff & Grace | Jed & Grandma | Lois Helen | Gavin

285: Katie, Avery & Grandma Cheryl | Sadie, Greg, Staci, Hannah, Dusty | Lois & Albert, 60th Anniversary | Brayden & Jacob | Dusty, Brayden, Kinley

286: All things grow better with love. | Albert & Lois | Brayden, Albert, Dusty, Kinley, Lois & Gavin | Back: Maddie, Dusty, Kinley, Travis & Gavin, Susan & Grace. Middle: Sadie, Hannah, Jacob. Front: Cole, Brock, Jessica

287: Avery | Albert, Lois, and Cheryl | Russell & Monte | Randall & Cole | Albert & Lee

288: Jessi hugging Cole | Jessi hugging Kinley | Jessi hugging Brock | Bill, Albert & Lee | Back: Maddie, Dusty, Kinley, Travis & Gavin, Susan & Grace. Front: Cole, Brock, Sadie, Hannah & Jessica, Jacob

289: 2007 | Travis, Joe & Cheryl | Rick & Roger

290: 2007 | Family Workday at the homeplace | Dusty | Greg and Eddie | Brad and Jeff

291: Lee | Sadie, Jessica & Hannah | Lois Helen | Rick & Greg | Charlie | Roger, Joe, Cheryl, Lee, Charlie, Jeff

292: Mike | Roger, Brad & Lee | Jeff, Rick, Greg, Roger, Joe, Travis | Rick & Albert

293: Albert in tractor, Greg in tree

294: 4th of July at East Pond Greg, Keith, Dusty, Jed & Keith, Grace & Gavin

295: 2008 | Travis & Jessica

296: Rick & Greg's stash | 2008 Maddie, Brayden, Dusty | Brad

297: While growing up, it didn't get much better than the 4th of July at Grandma and Grandpa's house. All those other holidays were good too, but home made ice cream and fireworks, now that's a combination that's hard to beat. There are so many memories I have over the years, but this one in particular stands out for me. I used to think that Grandpa was just a tad overprotective with the goggles, ear plugs, and such. But the older I get, the more I understand. The same can't be said for Ricky and Greg, but that's another story entirely. Before the firework show was tweaked out in the field, the basketball court was the lighting grounds. It wasn't the most level surface and it didn't quite provide enough room for five people to be lighting several fireworks at once. Before the propane torches, we used grill lighters and punks. That wasn't the easiest thing to do with rockets, missiles, and bombs going off all around you. You did not want to be the guy that didn't get all his fireworks lit. Ricky and Greg's voice would be in the back of my mind saying I don't care whats going on around you, you have to get all of them lit. Well on this particular Fourth, I didn't quite make it. There was so much going on with the black cats, artillery shells, and who knows what, somehow a large caliber firework fell down. It couldn't have been a one and done firework. Nope, it seemed like it had about fifty shots in it. I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure that particular firework was Jeff's responsibility. Anyway, when it fell and went to firing, people were running and screaming everywhere. Shots were ricocheting off of the garbage cans, headed towards the crowd at the house, and one shot in particular, right between my legs. I'm not sure what hurt more, the initial hit, or when it blew up. One things for sure, 100% polyester shorts for the Fourth of July was a bad idea. I ran a few feet, looked down, and stopped, dropped, and rolled. After all the commotion, Mom and Grandma took me inside the house to doctor me up. Once I got into the light, I noticed that my shorts no longer had a front on them, and I had burned the inside of both of my thighs. I could tell everyone else was worried about me too once I heard the fireworks start back up. Oh, well, the show must go on. Now to get to the memory that will forever be in my heart. As the fireworks continued to go off, Mom and Grandma were putting bandages on me. Grandma could tell that I was hurt, and also sad not to be able to go outside and watch the rest of the show. Being the most thoughtful Grandmother ever, she done something for me that I will never forget. To make me feel better, Grandma brought the firework show indoors. Thats Grandma for you, anything to make you laugh. -Brad

298: 1986 Rick & Lee (no wonder Lee had knee replacement!) | 2008 Judy & Lois | Brock

299: My 4th of July Initiation! The 1st time I met the Jacobi Family, Greg and I were dating, and he invited me to the 4th of July celebration. He explained that it was an amazing show (I indulged him because I thought he was cute), but I truly had no idea what I was in for. We all enjoyed a meal and some socialization. At this point, I’m thinking the family is normal; however, the show had not yet begun. The women arranged the lawn chairs in a semi-circle facing the basketball court and graciously offered me a seat right in the middle. They were so sweet and very friendly. Again, everything seemed normal up to this point. As the sky darkened and the show began, the anticipation began to rise, and with good reason. Rick and Greg started the show off with some sort of concussive bang that not only made my ears ring, but shook my insides-artillery shells (I didn’t even know it was legal to buy such a thing without some special license!) I felt like a soldier in a 60s war movie that had been shell-shocked. People were smiling at me and their mouths were moving, but it was like I was underwater. It dawned on me that they must already be deaf. Recovery came slowly, but I finally began to ooh and aahh with the rest of the crowd. After all, the show was quite impressive! About 10 minutes in, there seemed to be some sort of lull in the action. I could see shadowy figures scurrying in the darkness and hear the fierce, excited whispers of the guys on the basketball court. At one point, I looked over at Joe who was sitting on the ground next to me. The small child was wearing safety glasses (yet another hint I arrogantly chose to ignore). Now, I had never heard of a Saturn Missile, and I had certainly never had one shooting straight for my eyeball while sitting in a lawn chair as a “non-participating” member of the audience. As I was looking at Joe’s cute profile, something like a small fireball came screaming past his exposed throat and my left leg. I looked up, and the ear-piercing fireballs were everywhere-shooting in all directions! I thought something had gone horribly wrong (I’ve seen reality shows on tv about these incidents). Instinct told me to find cover when I heard the near hysterical screams. I looked around to see where we supposed to hide, and small women and children were calmly sitting in their lawn chairs, merely ducking and dodging as the missiles flew by. I looked at Joe who was giggling at me. It was then I realized the hysterical screams were coming from my wide open mouth. What was wrong with these people? Had they not read the warnings on the side of each and every box of firecrackers?! I managed to compose myself long enough the rip the safety glasses off the small child’s head (sorry Joe), and run convulsively ducking and dodging flying missiles into the house. That is a 4th of July I will never forget. However, I’ve been part of the family for so long now, it seems normal. (That’s a disturbing thought!) -Staci

300: Ice! 2010

301: Cordelia & Charlie | Joe & Rachelle

302: Sadie & Great Grandpa

303: Our favorite memories of Great Grandpa are the tractor and 4 wheeler rides he always gives. One time, we were driving through the field, and then Great Grandpa decided to give us a thrill! So there we were, peacefully riding along, looking at the cows, and all of a sudden, we ramped the cellar! We grabbed each other and started screaming and Great Grandpa was laughing hysterically. A safer ride (which Mom prefers), is when Great Grandpa takes us in the tractor. He explains how everything works and sometimes tells us stories about old tractors and how he used to live. Thanks for all the rides! We love you Great Grandpa! Hannah & Sadie | Hannah | Sadie, Hannah, Great Aunt Cheryl, Great Grandpa & Great Grandma | Great Grandpa, Jessica & Hannah

304: Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories. | Hannah, Dusty, Great Grandma, Sadie | Sadie, Dusty & Hannah made over by Great Grandma | Sadie, Hannah, Dusty & Great Grandpa

305: Some of our favorite memories of Great Grandma are playing dress-up. We put on her old clothes and wigs. And sometimes even make-up. And jewelry and all that stuff. We put on sunglasses and looked at each other like we were so stylish. After we get all dressed up, we go outside and take pictures. We always act very “proper.” Sometimes Dusty was there. One of the most fun parts is seeing how people used to dress. Wearing Great Grandma’s shoes is always fun, but they are hard to walk in. Thanks so much for dressing us up in your clothes. We love you Great Grandma! Hannah & Sadie | 2008 | Hannah & Sadie

306: "Square With the World" | Perhaps this is one concept that would leave even Christopher Columbus scratching his head. For even he knew that the world was round. But not so in Dad’s world. Whenever the foundation of a new construction project (building) was being laid out, it seemed that the most important thing was to ensure that the direction of the outside walls line up in such a way that the building was ‘square with the world’. I know this was important because Dad on several occasions mentioned to us the importance of initially squaring things up.

307: In accomplishing this very important part of constructing the building, Dad would position his body in a somewhat stiff upright stance (slouching or sitting while performing this would surely result in a major error). He then extended his right arm and hand out in front of his face such that the palm was flat with fingers fully extended pointing upward, with the thumb and index finger located nearer the face, the forearm positioned so that it was vertical while moving his entire arm up and down, slowly and at times abruptly. Oftentimes this gesture would be followed by the hand dropping to his side, as he then gazed off as if to peer beyond the horizons. And then again he would often follow this by the same series of motions with his arm and hand, at times interrupted only momentarily as he shifted his body a few degrees one way or the other so as to get what seemed must be a better position for squaring things up. This entire procedure usually was accomplished in 2 to 3 minutes. But, I have seen him agonize over his inability to get the reading he wanted and he would kind of shake it off, perhaps removing his hat, and try again. I always just stood back, watched and kept quiet while this part of the construction project was underway. But I never could figure out what exactly Dad was looking at when he attempted to square the building up with the world. I would even get directly behind him and as he went through his rituals of motions, followed by a prolonged gaze off into the horizon. I would do my best to try to see something out there that he might be fixing his gaze upon. Was he peering off into the sky or was there a fence line he was observing and from that trying to get the walls to line up parallel with this? Was he lining things up with the path of the sun through the sky? I was baffled. Was this really necessary, I thought to myself? But I never would think of questioning dad about the usefulness of this seemingly most serious ritual. Perhaps all construction projects start off this way. Who am I to question this? Everything that he has ever built is still standing as far as I know. I had asked Ed a few times, but never really got anything that helped me to understand. He mostly just shrugged his shoulders, grinned and mumbled indiscernibly a bit and then we carried on doing whatever it was that we were doing. Up to this day, I am still baffled. -Charlie

308: 2008 Russell & Amanda | Grandma, Russell & Grandpa | Cheryl, Russell & Bill | Russell & Monte

309: Lea, Coleson, Monte & Adrienne | AdrienneGrandma, Russell & Grandpa | Coleson

310: Left to right, top to bottom: Mike, Jacob & Cheryl; Travis, Melia, Katie & Brian; Jessica & Travis; Jess Johnson, Travis, Melia, Brian | August 2009

311: Above: Levi & Great Grandma To the Left: Jacob & Avery; Monica & Grace; Kinley & Great Grandma; Dusty, Great Grandma & Little Ricky; Little Ricky

312: Albert | Judy, Cheryl & Mom | Hello Great Grandparents, This is Mr. Milam speaking. I am writing to you because I love you. Here is my best of memories. Grandpa, I remember when I was young and Dusty and Madeline had nicknames, ( such as lightning and freckles ) So I wanted one, So one magical day, I was dancing the goofy goober ( by sponge bob ) and Great Grandpa said come here “ goober “ and my face lit up. That was when I was 7, When I was 11, I went to a laser gun war, and we had to make nicknames, Mr. Milam said “ I AM GOOBER “ Of course I got laughed at but I don’t care, so TGFN, or otherwise known as thank God for nicknames. Grandma, What I remember about grandma is how when we stay at her house late at night, she would always sing to me and scratch my back, it felt amazing. If back scratching was a sport Grandma would win a gold medal. And go to the Olympics, and win gold there too. She is AMAZING. I love you Great grandparents, and these are my memories of you Great Grandparents. Just know I will always love you, Bye. -Brayden | Great Grandma & Gavin

313: Another excerpt from a conversation with Albert at the East Pond on Mother's Day 2012 "I gotta know what happened to that one dining room chair. It has a chunk of wood missing." Albert (Giggles) : It was Lois and me. Lois was back-I don’t know what she was doin’-by the stove or somethin’. I was just sittin’ on that chair, and. . .I don’t know what the deal was. I had the gun down-always respect the gun. Never point a gun at anybody, whether it’s loaded or empty. But I don’t know what happened. Evidently, I thought I had the shell out, and for some reason or another, I just pulled the trigger, you know. I had it down, and it hit that chair (giggles). It hit that chair (laughs). Bang! (Big laugh) "I’ll bet Lois had a fit." Yeah, I still got the plate to show it! Now, a 22 one time went off. I always clicked the gun to be sure, even if you got all the shells out, go ahead and put the bolt up and pull the trigger. I always put it in that little closet, but I put the bolt up and pulled the trigger and it went right through the ceiling (giggles). Yep, went right through the ceiling (belly laugh). Once, when I was huntin’, I fell down, had a gun in my hand, fell down, and it caused me to lose this tooth right here (points to front teeth). I was huntin’ rabbit. At night, I would take the flashlight, go out and try to shoot a rabbit. We had a lot of rabbits back then. We wouldn’t eat the ol’ jackrabbits, but the cottontails and the young jackrabbits. It was goooood. . .the back’s where all the meat is.

314: Ramona, Roger, Julianna, Jessica, Justin | December 12, 2011, Norah | Randall, Jennifer, Kayla, Brock, Cole

315: Grandma & Justin | 2011

316: Easter 2012 | Maddie, Hannah, Grandma, Sadie & Jessi decorate eggs | Justin | Hannah | Hannah | Roger | Maddie | Sadie & Greg | Julianna & Ramona | Grace

317: Gavin | Greg, Sadie, Maddie, Jessica

318: Easter 2012 | Back: Maddie, Justin, Hannah, Julianna; Front: Jessica, Great Grandpa, Sadie, Great Grandma | Great Grandpa & Sadie | Great Grandma & Hannah | Albert & Lois | Hannah, Julianna, Sadie & Great Grandma | Albert

319: Roger, Greg, Rick | Judy & Karen | Jessica | Maddie | Great Grandpa & Julianna | Albert

320: I do remember one particular occasion when Dad & I were trying to get some cows up. Most of them went in the lot without too much trouble. Dad had always said, "Them cows know where to go." However, there was one cow that was way too stubborn. She gave Dad all kinds of heck. As I was way out of breath, there was not much I could do but stand there and watch the show. And what a show it was. He would chase her and get her going the right direction for a bit and then she would double back. He would get after her again and again, each time getting more aggressive and bumping her a little to show her who's boss. I mean it got really wild and then I could hardly believe my eyes! While trying to bump her one time, the cow fell and Dad and the pickup ran completely over her! He was going too fast to be able to stop in time. She went down in front of the pickup and the pickup just rolled over her, front wheels coming off the ground first and then the back wheels coming off the ground as the front wheels hit the ground again. Then as the dust settled, I seen her roll out from under the back end of the pickup. Dad stopped, the cow got up, and she must have realized who was boss because she just trotted on down to the lot. That's a sight that I'll never forget. -Mike

321: May 2012

322: Grace, Susan & Cooper | Cole | Cordelia

323: Mother's Day at the pond 2012 | Lee & Cooper | Justin | Roger

324: Mike | Greg | Sadie, Hannah & Jacob | Maddie

325: Jennifer & Katie | Albert | Rick | Sadie

326: Levi & Great Grandpa | Cooper, Susan, Grace, Katie, Jeff | Eddie & Dusty | Great Grandma & Gavin | Cooper Jack Milam

327: Grace, Great Grandma & Katie | Levi & Great Grandpa | Gavin, Kinley, Dusty, Levi, Brayden | Grandpa, Brad, Grandma & Keila

329: Wheat Harvest 2012

332: Greg, Rick, Albert, Mike | Rick & Greg | Hannah & Sadie

333: Mike | Mike, Rick, Hannah & Sadie | Mike & Albert

334: This serene, peaceful-looking photo does not exactly do justice to Albert in the Gator. It looks like he's out for a Sunday drive across the lovely, green lawn; however, what you do not realize, is that this Gator is doing at least 35 or 40. Shortly after this photo is snapped, the Gator careens on to two wheels while rounding the tree in the foreground. Albert never misses a beat and even manages a wave as he speeds off toward the barn. | Monica, Melia, Mike & Albert

335: Melia, Grandpa, Monica, Staci | Eddie on combine, Mike & Greg in back, Melia, Albert, Monica | Monica, Melia, Mike & Albert

336: Rick in tractor | Rick, Mike, Albert & Greg on top of grain bins

337: Hannah | Greg & Grandpa | Rick & Mike | Sadie gets a boost from Dad. Mike in foreground

338: Rick, Mike, Sadie & Hannah

341: Dear Albert and Lois, I can’t tell you how blessed I feel to be a part of your wonderful family. From the moment I met you, I was welcomed with open arms. Anyone who has seven kids, twenty-one grandkids, nineteen great grandkids, and still has enough room and love to make me feel like one of the family, must be wonderful. I only thought I knew the family before, but now that I have spent many hours with your pictures and stories, I feel like I have been with you all along. If reading this book can bring you half as much pleasure as I had in putting it together, then I consider it a success. I love to hear the old stories that you two have to share. My only regret, is that I did not get to include more of that history. I have to say, before becoming a Jacobi, I had never: Swam in a pond (knowingly, with snakes), ridden in a combine, driven a hay truck, spent lovely hours driving around in the country for no reason, dug an Easter egg out of a cow patty, heard of a heel fly, “checked” the cattle, “spooked” the cattle (who knew a whole herd of 1,000 lb. cows would be terrified of one 5 lb. Chihuahua???), had to actually dodge Saturn Missiles, seen the Little Dipper so clearly in the summer night sky, and seen so much love in one family. I am truly and deeply blessed. I love you both very much. -Staci

343: 1952 | Albert's first pickup 1951 3/4 ton Purchased in 1954 Final resting place: By the North Pond

345: Photo by Albert Lavallee

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