Anna Margaret Hammes

1886 - 1958  (71 years)    Has 69 ancestors and 122 descendants in this family tree.

• Name	Anna Margaret Hammes
  Birth	22 Aug 1886	At Home on Farm, Clear Creek Township, Keokuk County, Iowa
  Gender	Female
  Death	6 Jul 1958	Her Son Bernard's Home, Bettendorf, Scott County, Iowa
  Burial	9 Jul 1958	Ss. Peter & Paul Cemetery, Clear Creek Township, Keokuk County, Iowa
  Person ID	I7	Peter and Anna
  Last Modified	17 Nov 2020

  
  

  Father	Peter Hammes, Sr.,   b. 26 May 1852, Feyen, Near Trier, Merzig-Wadern, Germany d. 20 Apr 1929, Keokuk County, Iowa (Age 76 years)
  Relationship	Birth
  Mother	Anna Rosalia Buch,   b. 2 May 1859, Talleyrand, Keokuk County, Iowa d. 27 Aug 1929 (Age 70 years)
  Relationship	Birth
  Marriage	19 Apr 1877
  Photos » Slide Show		Peter & Anna Hammes Family Standing, L-R: Nicholas Edward (9/4/1881), Peter Joseph (8/22/1886), Constant Peter (7/21/1884), Mathias Jacob (7/9/1889), Anna Margaret (8/22/1886), Helena Marie (2/1/1878), John Zeno (9/13/1897) Seated, L-R: Michael Aloysius (6/26/1891), Margaret Mary (9/5/1902), Peter Sr (5/26/1852), Cecilia Anna (12/8/1894), Anna Rosalia Buch Hammes (5/2/1859)
  		Peter & Anna Hammes
  		Anna Buch Hammes & Peter Hammes
  		Peter Hammes Family in 1905
  Documents		Plat Map of Clear Creek Township of Keokuk County, Iowa -- 1887 Ss. Peter and Paul Catholic Church and School are in Section 16.
  Family ID	F1	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Jacob C Vogel,   b. 8 Jan 1886, At Home on Farm, Clear Creek Township, Keokuk County, Iowa d. 14 Apr 1934, At Home on Farm, Chariton, Lucas County, Iowa (Age 48 years)
  Marriage	22 Feb 1911	Ss. Peter & Paul Catholic Church, Clear Creek Township, Keokuk, County, Iowa
  Children	+ 1. Alvin Francis Vogel,   b. 7 Dec 1911, Wetaskiwin, Alberta, Canada d. 31 Oct 1997, Genesis East Medical Center, Davenport, Scott County, Iowa (Age 85 years)  [Birth] + 2. Ralph Peter Vogel,   b. 20 Jun 1914   d. 6 Dec 1994 (Age 80 years)  [Birth] + 3. Vernon Francis Vogel,   b. 31 Mar 1918, At Home on Farm, Warren Township, Lucas County, Iowa d. 19 Sep 2004, Wesley Hospital, Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas (Age 86 years)  [Birth] + 4. James Louis Peter Vogel,   b. 27 May 1920, At Home on Farm, Derby, Lucas County, Iowa d. 10 Aug 2013, Wesley Acres, Des Moines, Iowa (Age 93 years)  [Birth] + 5. Bernard Charles Vogel,   b. 22 Dec 1927, At Home on Farm, Chariton, Lucas County, Iowa d. 31 Jul 2011, Trinity Medical Center, Rock Island, Rock Island County, Illinois (Age 83 years)  [Birth] + 6. Louis Edward Vogel,   b. 11 Sep 1930, At Home on Farm, Chariton, Lucas County, Iowa d. 7 Dec 2017, At Home, Roswell, Fulton County, Georgia (Age 87 years)  [Birth]
  Photos » Slide Show		Jacob Vogel & Anna Hammes wedding
  		Jacob Vogel & Anna Hammes Vogel
  		Anna Hammes Vogel, Jacob Vogel & Helena Hammes Greiner
  		Double Wedding - Hammes / Vogel Jacob C Vogel and Anna Margaret Hammes, and Constant Peter Hammes and Lena Mary Vogel -- February 22, 1911
  Last Modified	26 Mar 2017
  Family ID	F7	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

• Event Map		Burial - 9 Jul 1958 - Ss. Peter & Paul Cemetery, Clear Creek Township, Keokuk County, Iowa  = Link to Google Earth
  Pin Legend	: Address       : Location       : City/Town       : County/Shire       : State/Province       : Country       : Not Set

  
  

• Notes

  Anna spent her early life in the Clear Creek Community of Keokuk County, Iowa and was educated in the Clear Creek Catholic School. Before her marriage to Jacob Vogel, Anna was a housekeeper for her brother Constant Hammes. Soon after her marriage to Jacob they went to Wetaskiwin, Alberta, Canada where he owned a farm. In 1916 they sold their farm and moved back to Iowa purchasing a farm near Derby, Lucas County, Iowa where they lived for about four years. In 1920 they sold that farm and purchased a farm southwest of Chariton, Lucas County, Iowa. After Jacob passed away, Anna had a farm sale in the fall of 1934. In December of 1934 Anna moved with the family to a home 6 miles east of Sigourney, Iowa on Highway #92. In 1938 she moved with her two youngest sons, Bernard and Louis, to a home located on the farm of her brother, Zeno Hammes, which was back in the Clear Creek Community. In 1944 she moved into Sigourney, Iowa where she lived until she passed away. At the time of her death she was visiting her son, Bernard, in Bettendorf, Iowa and passed away with a heart attack at the age of 71 years, 10 months and 14 days. OBITUARY Mrs. Anna M. Vogel, 71, of Sigourney died at the home of her son, Bernard at Bettendorf on Sunday July 6, 1958. Mrs. Vogel was born on August 22, 1886 near Harper, the daughter of Peter and Anna Buch Hammes. She received her education in the Clear Creek school. On February 22, 1911, she and Jacob C. Vogel were married at the Clear Creek church. She was a member of the Sigourney St. Mary’s Catholic Church and of the Altar and Rosary society. Mrs. Vogel is survived by six sons, Alvin of Sigourney; Ralph of Bakersfield, California; Vernon of Wichita, Kansas; James of Des Moines; Bernard of Bettendorf; and Louis of Notre Dame, Indiana. There are 16 grandchildren. Also surviving are three brothers, Constant , Zeno and Mike L. all of Sigourney; and two sisters, Mrs. Walter Reed of Wellman and Mrs. M. A. Hammes of Racine Wisconsin. She was preceded in death by her husband; her twin brother, Pete; brothers Nicholas and Matt; and one sister, Mrs. Peter Greiner. The funeral service was held at St. Mary’s Catholic church in Sigourney at 9:30 a. m. Wednesday, July 9th. The Rev J. M. Mackin, pastor, officiated. Burial was in the Clear Creek Cemetery. Pallbearers were Mrs. Vogel’s nephews, Raymond, Lloyd, Donald and Norbert Hammes, Wilfred Dumont and Herbert Allar. SOURCE: Keokuk County News, July 10, 1958 Memorial to Anna Hammes Vogel by her son, Vern Memories of my Mother By Vern Vogel Written July 2003 My mother was a very warm, friendly, caring and compassionate person. All her brothers and sisters had similar traits and had very close relationships with each other. This was the opposite of my Dad’s family. They were cordial but did not have close family relationships. She was born and spent the first 25 years of her life, before marriage, in the Clear Creek community. This was about 10 miles southeast of Sigourney and about 100 miles from our farm at Chariton. All of her five brothers spent all of their lives in the community and each had farms within about one mile of each other. My dad was born and raised in the same community until at the age of 21, he and his older brother, Andrew, left for Canada to homestead land. While I was growing up we visited relatives at Clear Creek about once a year and nearly all of our time was spent visiting my mother’s brothers’ families and Aunt Margaret. Very little time was spent with any of dad’s relatives. The cousins on mother’s side of the family were all warm and friendly and I enjoyed being with them and we developed a close relationship with them. We had little contact with the cousins from dad’s side of the family and as a result did not get acquainted or have any relationships with them. Because of mother’s close relationship with her family it was only natural that after dad passed away she would move back to her roots with us boys where she would have their moral support and help. The relationship between dad and mother was more of a platonic nature. I do not remember them showing or expressing any particular affection, nor do I remember any disagreements or arguments or harsh words toward each other. Perhaps this was due to mother’s dislike of any controversy and she was the peacemaker in the family. There must have been some spark there though as the relationship produced six boys. I think mother, herself, described it best with a comment she made one time when Edrie and I were visiting. We had shown some form of affection, perhaps a hug or something and she made the following remark, “my that’s nice it seems like your dad and I were always too busy or didn’t take the time for things like that”. As a result of this influence I grew up feeling it was more masculine if one didn’t outwardly express or show one’s emotions. It took me a long time and much later in life before I was able to overcome this feeling and feel comfortable and even feel good to be able to show and express my true emotions, affection and compassion among family members and close friends. Our relationship with mother and dad was one ofrespect and rather normal. We were not mistreated in any way. We had the normal amount of discipline, but when it happened, we had it coming and it was not of any abusive nature. It was usually done by dad as mother would usually threaten us by telling dad if she couldn’t control us. Mother took care of the normal household chores preparing meals, baking, gardening, canning, etc. Each of us boys had our turns doing dishes and there were always disagreements between us as to whose turn it was. We hated doing dishes and this was the cause of a lot of controversy. Monday was always wash day when the family washing was done with a Maytag washing machine which sometimes it was hard starting the motor and keeping it running. The more delicate items were done by hand on a wash board. This was a full day’s job washing, hanging the clothes on a line to dry, and taking them down and putting them away. Mother’s big interest was raising chickens. They were of the Rhode Island Red breed and she showed them at the Lucas County Fair each year and won her share of ribbons. This was always a big treat for us boys and we looked forward to the fair each year. She incubated over one hundred chicks each spring and kept them in a brooder house which was kept at a very warm temperature day and night. This was big a source of income as the cream and eggs were taken in to town each Saturday and sold and the money was used to buy sugar, flour, shoes, clothes and other family needs. The years between 1920 and 1924 were a particularly stressful time. Mother was a cautious person and worried a lot about debt and dad was an ambitious person willing to take risks. They purchased the farm south of Chariton in 1920 and spent heavily on improvements, a big barn and other outbuildings to take care of the livestock and machinery. Soon after the prices of farm commodities collapsed and they were overextended in debt and the farm was lost. Everything they had accumulated for the first 12 twelve years of their marriage was lost and they had to start all over again. Mother became deeply depressed during this time and it was decided that she needed to get completely away from the family and have complete rest. She went to live with her parents who had retired from their farm and were living in Harper. I was five years old at the time and Jim was three years old. While mother was recouping, Jim and I lived with Aunt Margaret, who had just gotten married. Alvin and Ralph stayed with dad on the farm and batched. After six to eight months, mother had sufficiently recovered and we all returned to the farm. In summary she had a much more difficult life than normal with many hardships to overcome but she accepted them and made the best of them. Not once did I ever hear her complain or feel sorry for herself. She was a worrier by nature and if she didn’t have something of consequence to worry about she would find something. She was always giving advise like, be careful, watch and stay out of trouble, don’t drive too fast etc. She was not a gossipy person and lived by her motto, “If you can’t say something good then don’t say anything”. I admire her many good qualities and wish more of them had rubbed off on me. Here is a note from Edrie in her remembrance. There was only one Anna Vogel, never did I hear a cross word or a negative statement about anyone from her. She was dear a person and we all loved her. Memorial to Anna Hammes Vogel by her son, Jim Mother Anna Vogel By Jim Vogel July 21, 2003 I recall a conversation right after dad’s funeral that I would like to share with you. I believe it was in Uncle Pete’s home. I knew we would be going home soon and I dreaded that moment. Then I happened to hear a conversation between Aunt Cecilia and another woman. She said to Aunt Cecilia, “Are you going back to Racine tomorrow?” and Aunt Cecilia said, “Oh no, I’m going to go back and stay with Anna for a few days”. It was just what I needed. She was fond of mother and visited at Chariton, so I got to know her. She came and stayed, perhaps a week, and that helped us get settled. As I recall we were back to normal in a short time. We had a close relationship with mother’s family. It started when she invited her nieces to visit us during the summer months on the farm. They helped mother with the housework and still had time to have fun with us boys. They literally became part of the family. It worked out so well that this practice continued for several years. Like Vern said, they looked forward to come and visit their favorite aunt. There may have been some rivalry between the nieces, but mother was careful to see that nieces from each Hammes family got their turn so there was no favoritism. Times were hard in 1934. This was the depth of the great depression, and also one of the driest years on record which means poor crops. After the farm sale of livestock and equipment were totaled and the bills were paid there was little money left. Fortunately, there was a KC Insurance policy that we feared had lapsed but was paid in the amount of $3000.00. You could buy 20 loaves of bread at Piper’s store for a dollar so this would be much more in today’s money. We moved to a farm acreage on highway 92 east of Sigourney where we kept some livestock, poultry and were able to grow much of our food so our living costs were low, but it had a nice stucco house and the rent was beyond our means. Mother’s savings apparently were about depleted and with no income she had a decision to make. One day she said to me, “I would like to go see that abandoned house of Uncle Zeno’s and put a fire in the old stove”. I was a junior in high school and sure didn’t like the idea of moving down to that old house on the river bottom, and also how would I get to school, but I realized her predicament. She could not afford to stay, and she hated debt. She never approved of dad going into debt. So she had no choice and she made the right decision. There were facilities there for livestock and she got rid of the high rent. The greatest benefit may have been her youngest brother, Uncle Zeno. He lived close by and she had someone to talk things over with. Bernard spent lots of time there and once referred to him as his “role model”. She lived there seven years. It's been said that Fathers are the head of the family and Mothers are the heart of the family. I think that applies to our dad and mother. The evening meal was the occasion for our family conversation and dad did most of the talking. One of my favorites was his story of the boy's habit of stealing apples from a cranky neighbor. One day he caught them and really read the riot act. What made it so funny was that dad repeated the neighbors words in "German". Mother was more of a listener, but if she disapproved of things that dad did, she would say it in private. For example, I did not know that dad had lost the farm until I was 7-8 years old, as I don't ever remember dad talking about it. Mother relayed it to me. She said dad was in a dilemma and went to see an old friend down south to discuss it and he advised dad to let it go back. She also commented on events leading up to her decision to get married. She said,"I was enjoying myself. I especially enjoyed going to the dances. At the time I was keeping house for uncle Constant, her brother, and he was getting married. So I was out of a job. Of course dad had just returned from Canada for a visit and she didn't mention any correspondence between them. However, they knew each other from childhood so at any rate it appears to have been a quick courtship. So it ended up that they had a double wedding-brother and sister marrying brother and sister. I remember it because she was so candid and honest telling it just like it was. One of the things I admired most about mother was her knack for making friends. People just immediately liked her. It seems that when the holidays came we were always invited somewhere, especially Aunt Margaret’s home. The other thing was that after I left home I was working in Iowa City and other places and would come home on weekends. She would always be so glad to see me like I was someone special. In later years, after I moved to Des Moines, I traveled to Ottumwa occasionally and would stop to see her and visit a little-too little when I look back. Again she was so glad to see me and it must have been lonesome for her, but I also know that she was proud of her family as it was so evident in the family visits and the family pictures that were taken. MEMORIES OF GROWING UP WITH MY MOTHER - ANNA VOGEL By Bernard Vogel-October 2003 I was born at Chariton, Iowa in 1927, where I lived until the death of my father, Jacob in April of 1934. I have few specific memories of my Father, but I remember our home, the barn and barn dances, our church in Chariton and Fr. Coughlin, and the one-room school a quarter-mile away. I remember asking my father one time how much a new car cost, and he replied, about $600. After the meager crop was harvested in 1934 and a sale was completed, my mother wanted to move back to the area of her family in Keokuk County. I was in 2nd grade and walked a mile to the local one-room public school. Our nearest neighbors were the Schraders. I still have a vivid memory of walking home from school with them one spring day and they taunted me with: "Catholics go to hell, Protestants go to heaven." I came home sobbing as I related this to my mother, who immediately got on the phone with Mrs. Schrader and straightened it out, never to be heard again. She had grown accustomed to protestant neighbors and always had very warm relations with them. She loved their hymns, and I remember hearing her singing them from time to time. There was a Catholic school, St. Elizabeth, at Harper, about 3 1/2 miles distance, where we were parishioners. My mother sent me to school there during grades 3 & 4, where I made my first communion and had training to serve as an altar boy.. I sometimes got rides in the morning, but almost always walked home. Mother decided to consider a move to an abandoned house about ¾ miles south of Uncle Zeno's. We lived there during the next seven years among my many realatives. Four of mother's brothers lived within a mile and a fifth lived 2 miles north. To the south lived uncle Pete, mother's twin. Wilfred and Floyd were around my age. Their mother, Theresa, died in Nov. of 1934, shortly before we move to Sigourney. Uncle Pete died of cancer in Nov. of 1939. I remember my mother walking the mile across the field to bake bread and be a presence especially to Wilfred and Floyd, who were being raised by their older brother, Raymond, while remaining on the home farm. A mile east of us lived Uncle Nick, mother's oldest brother. His wife Anna Christina, died in childbirth in Oct., 1925. She had born 13 children, the oldest and youngest who died in infancy. Uncle Nick was a trader in furs and assorted junk. Things were always a little loose around t heir house, but lots of joy and laughter. It was fun to go there, and there was always music. I remember mother walking periodically to spend a day with their family, baking and doing what was needed. They loved her. Three quarter mile east lived Uncle Zeno, mothers youngest brother, married to Edna Horras. They had five children, and they celebrated their 65th Wedding anniversary in 1985. Uncld Zeno was a great help to mother, who managed to survive with two cows, some hogs, chickens, geese, a garden and a Truck Patch, and lots of faith. We had a dog that had a litter of puppies every 10 months, in the barn. My mother did lots and lots of canning, meat, tomatoes, corn, fruit etc., which was stored in a cave under our kitchen. Mother even made wine sometimes, from wild grapes. My cousin, Bernard Hammes and I, were very close, with the baseball glove always handy. I recently attended the 50th Wedding Anniversary of Bernard and Phyllis. What a joyful affair with them and their twelve children! Unce Zeno was one of my primary role model, a great Christian man who was wise and universally loved far and wide. He always wanted to slip me a 10$ bill whenever I would see him as my family was growing up. A mile north lived Uncle Constant, who was married to my dad's sister, Lena. Uncle Constant, my god-father, made his living as a carpenter and was a dedicated catholic, K of C, german democrat with eight children. When my father, Jacob, came home from Canada for Christmas in 1910, he was looking for a wife. My mother had been keeping house for Uncle Constant, and was going to be unemployed. They decided to have a double wedding on Feb. 22 of 1911. Two miles north of us lived Uncle Mike, who married Cecelia Striegel. They also had 12 children. Uncle Mike was known as "Trader Mike", because he showed up at a lot of sales. There was never a labor shortage in the family as they also farmed. These nieces were frequent summer guests of my mother as the family was growing up, and even today we enjoy a very warm feeling for them. Mother had three sisters, all eight years apart, one older and two younger. Her oldest sister, Helena, married Peter Greiner, and they had four children. They moved to Canada with their family around 1905, near where my parents started their married life in the area of Wetaskwin, Alberta, Canada. Their descendants are all still in that area and always welcome us warmly when we visit. Aunt Cecelia, 8 years younger than Mother, married Michael Hammes, and they resided in Racine Wisconsin, where they raised 4 children. They ran a popular tavern, and seemingly the best off of the family, were most gracious to our family. We enjoyed our visits there immensely. Mary Frances and I stopped there on our homeymoon. I especially remember an annual event, when aunt Ceceila would send a box of nice clothes that her youngest son, Jimmy, had outgrown. It was a treasure to us. Mother's youngest sister was aunt Margaret Reed, who with her husband, Walter and their 8 children farmed between Keota and Wellman. I remember well our Sunday visits to Aunt Margarets, although I don't quite remember how we got there, since we never had a car. Mother loved music and aunt Margaret loved music. All of her children played an instrument, and that was always a feature of our visits. I still especially enjoy getting together with those cousins, but it was even more special to my mother. So you can see how rich our life was with all those relatives near. I never thought of us as poor, because of all those close relationships, music and joy. There was a one-room school house across the road. I remember entering the county spelling contest for four years. Having won 4th place in seventh grade, I was really confident for the last year. My excitement was my downfall, as I misspelled a word I knew. I had to settle for 2nd place. As a reward, my brother Jim took me to Des Moines to a Fuller Brush meeting, where I got to see the Capitol and the big City. My mother was proud of me. When I reached 6th grade, my mother wanted me to attend St. Peter and St. Paul's grade school at Clear Creek, a distance of five miles, our parish and the place where my parents and many relatives are buried. I acquired a horse and rode with the gang to school there. During the winter I transferred back to the one-room school house, and then back to the Catholic School for the spring. This had the advantage of giving me transportation for the weekend to whatever the cousins were doing. I am told that when I was three years old, I used to sing: "When it's Springtime in the Yockies" My mother had great interest in music and encouraged me. My dad played some violin, and they apparently enjoyed playing some together. I started to pick things out on the piano. One day, I heppened to look under my mother's bed and I discovered my dad's old violin, with a home study course. This fascinated me, and I began to teach myself to play the violin (rather badly). Mother had a book of Strause waltzes for piano and violin, and she loved to play them with me. My interest in music grew. When I went to Sigourney High School, the director put me in the school orchestra. I joined the choir and Band Director called me in one Friday and showed me a funny looking case. He said: "This is a French Horn. I want you to take home with you and see if you can learn to play it over the weekend." In two week, he put me in the school band. My course in music was set! Coming from a country school into the big time, I was intimidated. I realized that my schoolmates had a better background in most things, other than spelling. Since we lived 9 miles from school, I had to devise various avenues to get to school until we moved to Sigourney during my senior year. During my freshman year, I had mostly C grades. During my 10th year, I earned mostly B's. For my last two years, I earned straight A's, graduating as the valedictorian of my class. During my senior year, while WW II was still on, a navy recruiter came to our Physics class looking for candidates to study electronics. My teacher gave him two names. We both passed the test and were encouraged to "join up" as soon as school was out. Since I was only 17, my mother had to sign her approval, which she did as she tearfully bid me goodbye. My good friend, Johnny Linnenkamp and I were off to Great Lakes Naval Training Station. Johnny later became an officer and was killed at Inchon during the Korean War. In our family, growing up, it was not the custom to say, "I love you", even though we were surrounded with loving parents and relatives. I don't even remember my mother ever saying those words. It was only when I was courting Mary Frances that I first heard those words, "I love you". I was not prepared to respond. My mother commented one time that she noticed the next generation expressed this more openly, and she regretted that it had not been their custom. It is very difficult for a widow to raise six boys alone, without a father figure. Looking back, I know I was often disrespectful to this wonderful and courageous woman with a 6th grade education..I remember my brother, Jim, berating me severely for my behavior on several occasions. One memory stands out. I came home after being discharged from the Navy to a joyful reunion. Perhaps a bit hardened by the service, I made an uncomplimentary remark one day that the food was rather plain. It broke her heart and she broke down and cried. I have never forgotten it. Only after she died in my arms in our home did I come to fully value her magnificent life, her charity, her faith and her wise advice. Thank you, Mother! I love you! - - - Bernard Memorial to Anna Hammes Vogel by her son, Louis Mother Anna Vogel By Louis Vogel July 20, 2003 I remember mother with great fondness now. She was not sufficiently appreciated during my younger years when she was alive. My earliest recollections are when we lived in the stucco house on US 92, across from the Bethel Church and a mile west of the Harper junction (about 1936). We moved there from the farm in Chariton when dad died. A few (?) years later, this relatively nice house became more than we could afford and we moved to an old house on her brother Zeno’s farm that he fixed up for us. We lived there until I started to high school in 1944, when we moved to Sigourney, initially occupying a house on the west side of town and later moving to Grandma Vogel’s house after she died. In her later years, after Bernard and I were gone, she moved to an apartment on Main Street, south of downtown, near where Alvin and family lived. She lived there until she died in 1958. Here are some of my memories that demonstrate her qualities. Raising six boys without a father, most of them through their teen age years, was a difficult task and she worried about their proper behavior and not getting into trouble. I remember she was distressed when Vern left home to ride the rails out west for fun and work. She also worried about my grades in school and once wrote on one of my report cards, “Louis can do better”. On the other hand, she expressed no great concern when I had my own car in high school. Even in those teenage years, I do not recall any sharp or scolding words, but was always aware of her concern for my welfare and success in school.It bothered her that she was dependent on her sons and especially relatives for support, in particular depending on others for a ride to church or to town. Her family was very supportive to her, especially her brother, Uncle Zeno. I have fond memories of his kindness to her and me.In talking about others, it bothered her to hear unkind words spoken, even if deserved. I remember one of her favorite expressions was, “If you cannot say something good about someone, don’t say anything”. I don’t remember that she ever used physical punishment when deserved. In my younger years, when I did not respond to her call to come and do my chores, she would, as a last resort, threaten to go down to the willow tree and cut a switch. She loved music and enjoyed going to her sister Margaret’s for piano music and family singing. She also loved to visit, but in her later years was often alone and appeared lonely and depressed.When I was in the Navy, she would write frequent letters and send cookies, and continued sending cookies even after I was married. Among the relatives, the name Anna and Aunt Anna was often heard with loving connotations. When I was selling Fuller Brushes near home, people would always respond favorably when they learned that I was Anna Vogel’s boy - and usually buy something too!