Irene Frances Purdy Church's Story

Born September 24, 1936 at Providence Hospital in Detroit, Irene was the first child of Milton Francis Purdy born: 26 Jun 1913 Dearborn Twp, Wayne, Michigan – died: 29 Mar 1994 Long Rapids, Alpena, Michigan and Edna Cecilia Schaarschmidt born: 5 Dec 1915 Detroit, Wayne, Michigan—died 9 Oct 1998 Westland, Wayne, Michigan .  My parents were living in Detroit at my birth at 1115th Military, Detroit, Michigan after their marriage November 27, 1935 at Holy Redeemer Catholic Church in Detroit.  Dad wasn't Catholic so they were married at the church's side alter.  They had a double wedding with mother's sister Evelyn Marie Schaarschmidt and Herbert (Bert) Dawson.  Mother's dress was royal blue velvet; I really thought it was pretty. My father promised to the Catholic Church and my grandmother Florence Mariam (Groh) Schaarschmidt that his children would be raised catholic.  I was baptized 29 Nov 1936 at Holy Redeemer Catholic Church on Vernor Highway in Detroit, Wayne, Michigan.  My godparents were friends of my father, Al and Helen Taylor. (Al later became a business partner of my father's business Tepee Boring & Machine Co. they used the T & P and added a few E's).  Helen made me a bridal doll with her wedding dress, I really loved that doll.

While living in Detroit on Military, Dad worked for the Good Humor Company.  This is a picture of his Ice Cream truck.  Dad went to Henry Ford Trade School and became a tool and die maker and went to work for Ford Motor Company Rouge Plant. About 1938 my parents purchased a home at 25421 Carlysle St., Inkster, Wayne, Michigan.  The property and home were purchased for $25 per lot (or so I was told by mother) as this was just after the Great Depression it was a lot of money. Dad purchased 5 lots but there was one more in the middle that he was not able to purchase until many years later.

This is a picture of me on the front porch of the house (notice the sign No Trespassing on the side) I probably was about 2 years old when they purchased it. The house was very small a living room, kitchen, two small bedrooms and an unfinished area that became the bathroom and linen closet later.  The walls did not even have plaster or wall board on them.  I have a memory of being lifted by dad to his shoulders and getting candy corn out of the rafters in the living room. The home did not have a basement, which was added later about the time I was 5 years old.  We had a pot belly stove in the living room that burned wood and coal.  In the kitchen there was an alcohol stove for cooking, a pump for water and an old fashion ice box.  I do remember the alcohol stove catching fire and/or exploding, dad did replace it.  Going out side to the outhouse for using the bathroom was very cold and seemed such a long a walk.  I do remember dad making the septic tank, he used wood from a corn crib for making the forms. During the night we had a Thunder Mug/Chamber Pot in the area that one day would become the bathroom.

Dad raised animals, chickens, ducks, rabbits, goats for food and to sell for income.  I was pulled on a sled by either the goat or a dog. A hot dog or carrot was hung by a string from a pole and the animal would try to get it pulling the sled. My trouble came when the animal ate the food and stopped pulling. I also had the job of carrying water to the chickens and collecting eggs. It was not pleasant as the hens would peck my fingers when I reached under them to get the eggs.  Sometimes the eggs would be rubber eggs (a lack of calcium in their diet caused this).  I do remember having to feed the chickens greens from the yard. One day I gave them rhubarb leaves and most of the chickens died, and I learned a valuable lesson, rhubarb leaves are very poisonous.

The area where we lived was a product of the Great Depression. When the stock market burst there where plans for a subdivision all around our home.  Across the street and east of Gulley the land was divided and sidewalks were laid.  There were even a few fire plugs in place.  It all went back to nature and trees and plants grew.  We had one neighbor at the North East corner of Gulley road called Mr. and Mrs. Rasmussen. They had a fenced in yard, small house and a garage.  I used to visit with them and play with their dog. I remember them as being so old.  (one day Mr. Rasmussen died and she wrapped him in a rug and called my dad for help, shortly after that she was moved elsewhere and the house was vacant with a lot of stuff left behind). Next door to us lived an old widow woman named Mrs. Smith and next to her was her daughter Mrs. Yucka whose husband was in a mental institute. Her daughter married Adam Klimkowski who lived at the next house.  They had three children, William or Billy as we called him, Nancy (who latter married my cousin Ed Pongratz), and Lois, that was mentally challenged. In back of our home were three houses that foreign people lived in and our family did not associate with them.  One was Russian but I don't remember what nationality the other ones where.  They didn't speak English very well. I do remember that the man used to go behind the building and urinate, he never checked to see if anyone was watching and, of course, I did see him. The house in back of Mrs. Smith had an old man living there.  I remember the house caught fire and he died.  In the summer mother used to send us outside to play in the morning and we would remain out most of the day.  I do remember looking back in through the windows and seeing the glow of a cigarette she would smoke when we were not around. We would sometimes get lunch by raiding vegetables from the garden and washing them under the hose and sprinkling salt on them.  Sometimes we would take a pan and a can of tomato soup and make it for lunch.  I also used to take potatoes from under the vines and bake them in a small fire of leaves burning in the fall. One of the tricks of the day by the youth was tipping over the out houses and once they tipped over the one next door with someone in it. Once while we were in the woods Chuck fell out of a tree and was unconscious for awhile but I didn't tell anyone about it.

The only stores in the area were two small stores on Jim Daly Road which was changed to Beech-Daly later.  Jim Daly was a family that owned a farm at the end of the road south of Michigan Ave. Beech was the name of the same road but on the northern side.  The name was changed to blend the names together. Stanley's Market was one store and the other was called Kulas's these were family owned, the family lived in rooms upstairs.  Both were owned by a Polish family and my father had a hard time going there because they always spoke Polish when he came in and he thought they were "talking about him" negatively.  I often was given money and sent to the store to get things needed. The man would use a pole with a grabber on the end to get the products down off the shelves for me.  He used to have a lot of penny candy which I was allowed to get with a bit of the change.  I really liked Boston Baked candy beans that were measured out with a little scoop, Dots on a paper strip, or Snaps licorice (today all of these can still be purchased at Vermont Country Store on the internet).

We did not have any large grocery stores like today.  My mother did a lot of canning of fruits, vegetables and meat.  I did not like canned meat to me it always tasted like dog food in a can!  We had a vegetable storage area under the house where root vegetables like potatoes, carrots were stored in barrels with sand in them.  Onions and other things were dried and hung from the beams.  In the garden parsnips were left in the ground and we would go dig them out as needed.  I do remember a furnace being in the crawl space under the house that was incased in a cement block barrier so water could not get to it. We also had a utility room attached to the back of the house. Sometimes a man would escape from Eloise Mental Hospital and would be found in that utility room. (Often the men were naked, I now believe that they had dementia or Alzheimer's).  Laundry was done on the back porch with an old washer that had a wringer on top of the tub that agitated the water to clean the clothes.  After washing the clothes the soapy water was drained out and fresh water was run in and it again was agitated to rinse the clothes. Then they were run through a wringer to take the water out.  I remember getting my arm in the wringer and my mother had to pop the top to get my arm out. After washing the clothes we had to hang them on a line in the back yard in all weather. I must admit the clothes smelled so good when they were taken off the line, very fresh smelling. Then they were brought in to the house to be ironed. We ironed everything it seemed like.  I had to iron towels, wash cloths and pillow cases; I guess this was how mother taught me to iron. She also had to starch things and sprinkle them before they were ironed.  She used to store the ones sprinkled but not ironed clothes in the refrigerator in later years.

I used to play a lot with my cousin's Carol Ann and William or Billy as we called him; they were the children of my Aunt Myrtle Purdy Pongratz they are in this picture with me at Grandma and Grandpa Purdy's on Huck Court in Inkster.

On 10 May 1940 my brother Charles (Chuckie/Chuck) was born. I was 3 years, 7 months and 16 days old when he was born.  He was a tow head with blue eyes and the pride of my parents.

In September of 1941 I started Kindergarten. I was only 4 but became 5 that same month. I was enrolled in Tomlinson School on Annapolis Street near Jim Daly Rd.  It was a two story, brick structure about a mile from our house.  I walked to this school every day until the 4 ^th grade. It was around this time that my parents had a basement built under the house. They put beams under the whole house and held in place while putting in cement blocks and laying a floor.  A stairwell was put in from the utility room to the basement. It was place around the furnace and a sump pump was put in place to pump out excess water when it rained into the garden area. That area was lower than the lot that the house stood on.

I was the oldest grandchild on the Schaarschmidt side and grandma lived on Calvery St in Detroit. (this picture was taken by me in 1982) We would drive there in the car and go to Holy Redeemer Catholic Church with Grandma.  She always told me never to look to the back of the church, always face the front. She made sure we behaved in Church. Grandma Schaarschmidt used to keep pennies in a jar in the cupboard for me and my brother Chuckie.  My aunt Pauline Schaarschmidt was 5 years older than me and we used to hang around a lot, but she could be mean and scare me.  We listened to radio program "Inner Sanctum" with the lights out it was a mystery story that came on each week. It was so scary. Aunt Ann used to be able to swing herself on the clothes poles in the back yard which were like large hoops.  It was much like gymnastics of today. I always wanted to be able to do that; I didn't but my daughter Wendy did, she belonged to the Gymnastic team at Truman High School, on Beech-Daly Taylor Michigan.

Grandpa Schaarschmidt had a large black walnut tree in the back yard and a garage with a car in it propped up on cement blocks. While his family went to Holy Redeemer Catholic Church he went to St. Marks Evangelical Church. This was the church his parents (Rev Hugo and Ida (Koeppen) Schaarschmidt) joined after they left St. Paul German Evangelical Lutheran Church in Taylor where his father was pastor for 22 years. They moved to 423 McMillan Ave, Detroit, around 1911 which were very near where Grandpa Hugo lived. I later learned that Rev Hugo became deaf and was unable to be a pastor anymore. Seems they moved just before the fire destroyed St. Paul in 1911.

I will always remember the Schaarschmidt Christmas tree in the area between the parlor and front entrance.  The tree was very big for the area and the top was cut off, they always had an angel on top, and animals made of some type of material that was very fragile. I liked the horse which I am sure I still have one somewhere or at least I remember having one. I also remember being with Grandpa Schaarschmidt when he was hungry and making cucumber sandwiches, they were so good.  While staying at grandma and grandpa Schaarschmidt's I was required to take bath every evening around 5:00 pm and dress up in a dress. We went to a store on Regular Street for an ice cream cone to eat.  Grandpa also used to take me down to Vernor Highway where we visited a Potato Chip factory (you could see them make the chips in the window of the store front). We passed the milk company on Calvary where the horses and buggies were that delivered the milk to customers, I loved the seeing the horses.  On foggy days we could hear the fog horns on the Detroit River from the boats there.  I also used to go to the show on Fort Street with Pauline and maybe some of my aunts.  Every year we would all go on a boat trip, one year to Bob-lo and another to Cedar Pointe.  They were my favorite trips.  I would ride the large carousel which was so much fun. I do remember big hugs by Grandma Schaarschmidt and the wires on the outside of the wall for electricity because the house was built before electricity was popular.  Everyone always sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking, there was always a pot on the stove.

I remember Chuck and I both had to have our tonsil's taken out at Dearborn General Hospital. We were promised all the ice cream we wanted after the surgery but it hurt so bad we didn't want any.  I remember being in a crib for this hospital stay.  I also got an infection in my left ear and had to have my Mastoids removed; this also was done at Dearborn General Hospital. My ear was really swollen up and I had to wear a large bandage over my ear. I understand it cost my dad a lot of money that he had to borrow to pay the bill Later dad said he felt I owed him because it was a lot of money and he was not in a position to have the money.  My siblings did not present dad with this kind of expense, sad that it affect my relationship with my father, as he told me on his death bed, by phone. He was in Long Rapids at there home up there at the time. He and my mother build one there to retire. Mother hated the home up there as she was so far from her family but had to do as dad wanted and make the best of it. As a teen we would drive up to the cabin and sometimes I would fly back in a small plane with dad from the Alpena airport. He asked me if I wanted to learn to fly and I said "YES". He took me to the airport to find out what had to be done for me to learn to fly. Never heard any more about that.

I liked going to school although the teachers could be mean and spank you if you did wrong.  In the kindergarten room there was a large fireplace that we stored toys and a doll house in.  I liked a boy named Bob Barrows but so did another girl named Bonnie Schmidt. In school we wore dresses that were made by our mothers. My mother had a Singer sewing machine that had a foot rocker to make it go because they didn't operate with electricity.  Most mothers made their children's clothes and many of the girls in the class wore the same things including me.  The material was made of feed sacks from the local feed store that the chicken feed came in.  We also used these sacks for dish towels and diapers.  When mother was pregnant she wore dresses that wrapped around and were tied with strings and called Hoover Aprons.  Dad and Mother used to take me horse back riding at a stable on Middlebelt road I was tied on the saddle with a rope around my waist to keep me from falling off.  I never fell off but now wonder what would have happened had I done so. The rope would have kept me under the horses belly and I could have been hurt badly by the horse's feet.

A memory came to me today 29 Aug 2009 as Miles and I stopped at a flea market in the field of St. John's Lutheran Church at Northline Rd and Telegraph. On one of the tables was an instrument of my past, a pair of ice tongs. I remember going someplace with my dad to where he picked up an ice block to take home to put in the ice box that we used in those days to cool our food. This was in the days before electric Frigidaire refrigerators. The place we went to I don't remember where it was located but it was in a wooden building that had a lower level where ice that had been collected during the winter was stored covered in saw dust. A man would lean over and catch a big 25 pound block between the tongs and give it to my dad to take to his car. It was then covered with tarps or paper or something to help keep it until we drove home.  Dad said it was cut from frozen river water and stored for use in the summer.

In December 1941 while I was in kindergarten the Japanese struck Peal Harbor Hawaii and the World War II began which really changed our lives. So many things were rations. We could only have new shoes once per year so we either wore hand me downs or around the neighborhood we went barefoot. We would take our shoes off and toughen our feet and we soon could walk on the gravel roads. We would get new shoes for school in the fall. Once when I wanted to take tap dance classes at the recreation building on Jim Daly I needed shoes with metal taps on them. My mother and some of her sister's took me to Canada where leather was not rationed and got me new shoes and had taps put on them. I then had to walk around to dirty them so we could get back across the bridge to the United States without them seeing we bought shoes.  The recreation building was put up during the war as a place for kids to play. We had a lot of parties, classes and just plain fun in this building. It is still there in 2011 but is used for other things now.

My father was exempt from the war because he was a tool and die maker and his skills were needed for the war effort. He was made fun of because he didn't serve.  My uncle Bill (US Army), Herb, and Eddie Schaarschmidt (US Navy) and Dad's brother Arthur (Navy and Merchant Marines) all served. Grandma Schaarschmidt had a banner in the window with stars on it for her sons in the war.  The windows had black or dark green shades on them so when it got dark light from the house would not show up to the enemy, when we had air raid warnings my grandfathers put on white helmets and went around making sure no light was showing from the houses.

We used to go to a lot of places by bus or trolley car. When I was young I walked to Jim Daly and Carlysle and caught the bus to Dearborn, cost was about a nickel.  I would take the bus to Dearborn and see the Saturday matinee at the Calvin Theater. I once remember seeing Dorian Grey a black and white movie where when the picture was revealed it was in color. I seemed to be very impressed by the color.  We loved going to the movies because they were sort of air conditioned. I also used to go with my Schaarschmidt aunts up to Fort Street and watching movies with them.  As I got older I took a bus to Dearborn and got a transfer to go to Detroit and go on over to the Michigan State Fair Grounds to see the Circus or just the Fair. I remember once I spent my return money on candy and didn't have enough to get back home and had to beg people to help me take the bus home.

I also have a memory of riding in a car with someone else, I must have been very young because as I remember I was in a car seat and could see out the window. We went down Telegraph and attended a funeral at a Church probably in Rockwood Michigan.  I also remember a farm house at Telegraph and Wick that dad always talked about the silo that was still there. It seems that was the Steinhauer farm house that he was in when his grandmother (Hattie Steinhauer Purdy) took care of him when his mother was sick and unable to do it. My grandmother Clara Purdy had asthma very bad and she also went to the Mayberry Sanitarium for TB and we all had to be tested for TB. I also wrote letters to her while she was in the sanitarium.

While I was at Tomlinson grade school the war was in progress and we used to have drills for planes bombing our school. We had to crawl under our desks and put our heads down. I even remember them sending us home to see how long it would take us to run home. I lived about a mile from the school.  I was very scarred about this. After moving to McNair School we used to walk together as a group. I started the walk then went to my friends on Union Street and joined others (Carol Stevens, Thelma Fritz, Bob Barrows, Nicki Smeltzer and many others) we walked together even in the cold and snowy times. It used to seem the snow was so deep but then as I look back I remember I was very small and short….

While at McNair I joined the Girl Scouts that met at Westwood School on Jim Daly and Michigan Ave. My aunt Margaret took me to Hudson's downtown and bought the complete uniform for me. I have my Girl Scout hand book and it is dated 1946. I stayed in Girl Scouts until I became 16 years old and went to the State Fair by bus and trolley with one of my friend Jannette Hussan. It was there that we saw a display for the Civil Air Patrol and wanted to join. They met at the Wayne County Airport and wore WAC uniforms. Our unit was the Flying Squadron and we got to ride in L-4's and L-16's as observers.  I had a log book and logged in over 200 hours flying.  Sometimes I even got to fly the plane. We used to play war games as the cold war with Russia was taking place. We would go out in the field and hide and try not to be found by others. Dave McDermott, Mike Brom and many others were in the squad with me.  I was called a Cadet. Sometimes when we flew we would go over auto race tracks near Pontiac. I was even allowed to fly the plane as few times. The plane had the pilot in the front seat and passenger in the back seat. There was a stick between our legs that was the steering mechanism for flying. We did not have a radio in the plane and to land we flew near the tower ant they would give us a flash of light to signal the landing.  It was in one of this flights that Jim Reynolds took me up and did a loop in the air. There was a brick on the floor of the plane and it stayed in place while we went around upside down. One incident I remember was having fluid drip on me and Jim Reynolds said it was just a little gasoline from the wing tank… Oh to remember how dangerous that was.  My father never knew that the group was co-ed and that there were boys involved until we had a bivouac at the airport and dad found out about the mixed group I was involved in. I was not allowed to say out overnight, especially with boys and men there.  I had gotten my driver's license and took dad's truck out every Saturday for meetings. We flew in in a C-45 to Selfridge Airbase to get our WAC uniforms. The dress ones where blue pin striped and look real cute.  It was here that I met Warrant Officer Miles A Church Jr we was out there to get in a little boot leg flying time as he was taking lessons at Shobe Flying school.

I remember when an oil pipe line went down alongside of Gully Road and we were playing on the pipes and I fell and broke my nose. The pipe line had come from up north and went down to the oil refineries' south of us.

ENGAGEMENT: On December 9 ^th 1955 Miles and I went out to Westlake Restaurant were we celebrated his 21 ^st Birthday. He ordered dinner and a drink but milk with dinner and of course they carded him. After dinner while sitting in his car in my parents' home he gave me a BIG BLUE stuffed dog and asked me to marry him and gave me my diamond ring. I went into the house and showed my parents, they were not sure I was old enough to be married at 19 years of age. Dad didn't think I even knew how to wash clothes. We set the date of June 9 ^th 1956 for our wedding. Soon after went out and found a place to have our reception. It was a place on Telegraph Road in Taylor Michigan called Crystal Gardens. Since I did not belong to a Church we went to the Church of our Father a Unitarian-Universalist Church on Woodward Ave where Miles and his family went.

MARRIAGE: Miles and Irene were married at the "Church of Our Father" a Unitarian/Universalist Church in Detroit. This is the Church his parents went to, neither I or my parents belonged to a Church, in fact my father was against religion, my mother was Catholic but was harassed by dad if she did attend Church. Dr. Tracy Pullman married us. We moved to a basement apartment in Dearborn on Curtis Street. We bought our first and only home in Taylor, Michigan 6 months after our marriage. Shortly after buying the house Miles lost his job at General Motors because he was called by Uncle Sam to take a physical for military service. He joined the US Army Reserves. I stayed home and took care of the house and continued my work at Ford Dearborn Engineering until July 1958 when they discovered I was pregnant. In those days if you became pregnant you had to leave the company and then retest when you wanted back.

CHILDREN: In 1958 our son Martin was born, in 1960 our daughter Luann was born and then in 1961 our baby Wendy came along. (Stair steps they were called back then). We took our children on a lot of trips, almost all camping. We took the kids to at least 30 of the united states.

Miles and Irene – 50 ^th anniversary party

FAMILY LIFE: I got involved in dog training with our 1st German Shepherd Tora (Tora of Knollcrest) and got a companion dog (CD) degree. Our 2nd shepherd was Kada (Mirene's Ecstasy of Yubon) who had a CD, CDX and also a Tracking degree with her and the 3rd Shepherd was her son Marko (Mirene's Marko Polo), he was never shown in dog shows except as a puppy where he did very well but he was a coated dog and not acceptable for showing. I also got a CD on a standard poodle for a member of our Companion Dog Training club. I was so proud of my son and granddaughter Bethany with all their work with 5 Future Leader Dogs. Two were not career changed and became Leader Dogs. One was a Shepherd named Tobias the other was a Golden Retriever who went to an 84-year-old woman. Another involvement was with the cub scouts (member of committee) girl scouts brownie, Junior and Cadet Leader with the girls. I was on the GS board for the John F. Ivory riding program.

My next adventure took place after Miles got his degree from college, he let me go to school and take up Animal Technology. I graduated from the program at Wayne County Community College, classes held at Wayne State University, in 1975 with my Associates degree in Science. Went to work at Wayne State's Division of Laboratory Animal science where I worked for 23 years for a wonderful man who was a Veterinary Pathologist. I worked in the laboratory and assisted him with histology. It was here I learned all about computer programs. It was one of the best times of my life. I also helped with the following classes for Animal Technology in the lab with Shirley Schroeder, Dr Hrapkevich and Beth Harries.

After my girls left the girl scouts, I joined Miles with the Boy Scouts, becoming a member of committee for T825 in 1978. Holding many positions on troop and district level. I was asked to become a member of the Order of the Arrow Honor Society in 1997. I became the Membership Adviser for the Migisi Lodge. Was awarded the Silver Beaver and the Religious Award. We now have 3 generations of Vigil members, and Miles, Martin and I have the Silver Beaver Award. Miles and I received the Founder's Award in 2010. Our family has always been strong on being volunteers. Luann even got her wood badge beads with the Boy Scouts in Florida. Wendy earned the highest award in Girls Scouts, 1 ^st class scout (it's called gold award now).

I also am a very active member of many genealogical societies that take up a lot of our time. Downriver Genealogical Society, Dearborn Genealogical Society, Detroit Society for Genealogical Research, Monroe Genealogical Society. I was a delegate for the Michigan Genealogical Council.  I traveled to Salt Lake City for a week every year for the past 20 or so years. I also am a member of the Daughter of the War of 1812 plus the French Canadian Heritage Society of Michigan.

I had cancer of the tongue in 1982 and survived but have a lot of problems caused by the 5,000 rads of Cobalt radiation I had. I now have Sjogren's Syndrome which is an auto-immune disease that attacks the glands in the body that produce moisture. It is thought that this is caused by a virus. I have no tears and dry mouth all the time. I also have COPD, lung problems run in my family. Wish I never had smoked. I June of 2010 I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer of the left Breast Estrogen Positive. I went through Chemotherapy and Radiation Treatment. Finally was found Cancer Free or in remission in January 2012.

Miles and I love to go on cruises and have taken 72 so far. We are Pinnacle members(the highest level) of Royal Caribbean. We have also traveled with Globes Travel to many countries. I think I was born with sand in my feet and I want to see the world. I love observing the behavior of animals and humans; I think it is something a lot of people do not know about me. I had some classes on behavior while in college and continue on watching around me. I like to try most new foods and eat a lot of things that other people don't, I am always willing to give it a try with a small bite. Muskrat and snails as an example. I love working on projects on the computer and probably spend far too much time on this but it is very relaxing for me. I love having my hair done once a week, a thing I never done until just recently, I love the color. There are so many TV programs I like to watch that sometimes I am taping 3 while watching one. This is probably one of my bad vices.

I so wish that my children realized that we are getting older even though we are very active are not able to as many of the home chores we used to be able to do. Looking at our genealogy most of our family members died when they were in their middle 80's…. we are not far away so have to make the most of our time we have left.

I love my family and am very proud of all of them and the grandchildren they gave me. I want them to have a better life than their parents and we did. The world is there for them.

My motto is the same as my War of 1812 ancestor Daniel Thompson "Live and Let Live". I found this motto by the picture of his tavern in the book "The Bark Covered House" by Wm. Nowlin

Footnote from Wendy : My mom wrote this over the past few years. I put it all together and in order. I will cherish it.