The good and bad will all be diary reported as it affects my honest inner senses. My writing will remain hidden in my room underneath a floorboard that only God could discover. No other human knows of my diary. I want the story unaffected by what others may say or do to affect my writing.
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My name derived from maternal Great Uncle Charles Zuercher – an early 1900s cheese baron in his days with cold storage and cheese manufacturing in Decatur Township within Green County, Wisconsin. Charles shipped cheese globally; and was far ahead of his competitors’ business. Herbert was from my dad’s first name (Herbert John Ripp). The Ripp’s were German immigrants and the Zuercher family (cheese) were also Ellis Island Swiss immigrants. The first brew of Esser’s beer was accomplished in Grandpa Zuercher’s garage in Cross Plains, Wi..
Thus, there is beer and cheese legacy within our family. I have been called Charles (schooling), Charlie, Chuck, Chucky, Herby, Little Herby and Ripp. I have far too many names; but everyone means well. When Mom (The War Bride) called me Charles Herbert, I immediately knew I was doomed (grounding, paddling, scolding). Most people called me Chucky – some spelled it distastefully Chuckie. Why waste letters with a long spelling of the name? That’s me; and I’m here to tell everyone what it was like growing up in small-town America a couple generations prior. Please follow along.
My mom was a great human being. She was never not thoughtful; nor was she devoid of fun, life/entertainment or giving. My story is her story. Mom told me immense amounts of her life story as she inevitably climbed into her golden years and passed. I knew my RN mother was special as a child when she battled physicians’ mindset of not vaccinating poverty-stricken families throughout Green County. Many families couldn’t afford to drive to the doctor’s office - let alone pay an MD fee for a child vaccination. Mom carried and injected Salk vaccines to the trailers, shacks, barns and tents where the poor resided. Her empathy against poverty was far ahead of the times. Mom’s story was very typical of women enduring war and its aftermath. Life was to live; as the recent times of World War II revealed how frail life can be.
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