Maxine Lee, today’s guest author, is also the grandmother of our good friend carterzest. Please make her welcome! Over recent days it’s been my pleasure to visit via email with carterzest and Maxine and get acquainted with two very special people who are part of a large and loving family – a family with full hearts who certainly do have a story to tell.
Maxine was born in 1929 on the South Dakota plains and published Some Assembly Required in 2005. The gathering of her stories in the book was a result of her dream “to leave a printed account to my family, of my beginning, my birth place and childhood, and a few of the lessons life has taught to me.”
Her faith is part of her story and she says “Since it was my privilege to put together some slices of life with spiritual applications, for my church and since I had lots of stories of the past to tell, I included a section of those essays. There is much of my history in those stories.” One of these essays is included in today’s post as well.
Today’s post is Maxine’s opening narrative from her book – Part One – In the Beginning and also includes an additional word picture, We’re Moving Again, as the extended family narrative begins to unfold.
Part One: In the Beginning
It all began somewhere in Sweden from where my great grandmother and family came to this country. I never knew them. Their family name was Matson. One daughter was named Ida who had a brother, Olaf and a sister, Sadie. I remember them only vaguely. There were others whose names I do not recall.
These newcomers to America built simple homes in an area between South Dakota and Minnesota, where many Swedish and German families had settled. When my grandmother Ida was about sixteen, she fell in love with a Jewish boy whose last name was Stanhope. She was soon expecting a child. However, it was against the young man’s religion to marry outside his faith, which left my young grandmother in a sad predicament.
To have a child out of wedlock in those days was an utter disgrace. So my Catholic, Swedish grandmother agreed to marry a German man, by the name of Chris Lenz, a widower with five children who needed a mother. This marriage of convenience produced a dozen more children. (more…)