Grandma & Grandpa Nedden – my dad’s grandparents

Today is Throw Back Thursday. I chose to pull this picture out today, because I wonder what these two would think of our country in its current state. They were a wonderful couple – one that meant stability to me. I knew them in their twilight years. Still my firstborn was able to rest in Grandma Nedden’s aging arms.

Grandma was crippled with arthritis and my memories of her include watching her cling to chairs, the sink, the walls, for support. Her hands were gnarled and filled with liver colored spots. She was a little woman, probably less than five feet tall. Though small, she had an inner mischief which exposed itself every Saturday afternoon as she sat before her television set and watched the wrestling matches, believing the contestants were out to kill each other. Even when told the entire event was staged, she didn’t accept the fact.

Grandpa had spent his life on the railroad. I think he was a conductor. I remember him taking his pocket watch from his pocket quite often. It must have been a habit he acquired during his career. He was a rather tall man for the time. He reached almost six feet high. When he stood next to Grandma, she looked like a dwarf. He would walk downtown (which was about two blocks from their house) and sit on a bench discussing the state of the world with his other retired friends.

Their love for each other was evident. Though both of German heritage, they didn’t show emotion much, but it was obvious that they care deeply for each other. When Grandma was having a particularly hard day, Grandpa would support her into the next room where she could sit in a comfortable chair.

They lived in the small town of Antigo, Wisconsin. They played a large part in the raising of my father and his siblings when their own father deserted the family. It was a time when the children were very young and needed guidance. I believe my dad inherited much from both of them – a good work ethic, strong faith, ability to learn and so much more.

I think back to those years when I was growing up and wonder if I will ever not be shocked by the state of affairs in this country. The days of patriotism have almost vanished from the landscape. The days of sitting and talking for hours, or reminiscing, or reliving some memorable event seem to be fading fast with the onset of technology. Even the way we express ourselves has changed. The recent election has shown that we are a nation divided in our thinking, our purpose, our dignity, our honesty, our simplicity of living to the complete complexity of it.

We will never capture those olden days again. Time goes forward. Some things change, while many remain stagnant. However, we know that God is consistent and He reigns forever.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. it is so important to remember our roots—these up and coming generations so desperately need to understand that!

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    • says:

      It’s why we need to keep written records too. Ancestry is great, but nothing compared to actual stories.


  2. hatrack4 says:

    Your great grandparents? I do not have any pictures from that generation, circa Civil War and before.

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  3. BGCT2VA says:

    Have no fear, Kathy. While the coming ride might be a bit bumpy, it’ll be “interesting”.
    The downtown bench for conversations? Maybe today’s version is a blog where people actually converse and not tweet, toot, twaddle or whatever. Yet, when I do find a bench or downtown or at the park I sure take advantage of it and, surprisingly or not, so do many others.

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    • says:

      Thanks for your positive encouragement. I know that everything is in Gods hands, but sometimes grow weary of all the noise.


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