The Story of PKB

PKB was born 75 years ago. She grew up in Wisconsin, was loved by her parents, grandparents, cousins and of course loved and tortured by her brothers. She married and had 5 beautiful children who grew up to believe she was stupendous (amazing! astounding!). While raising 5 children on her own led to many interesting stories, she also taught them morals and respect for the planet.

She taught her daughters not to litter the world with juicyfruit gum wrappers, and that murmuring and growling were not good when knitting became difficult. It was OK to drip and leave puddles on the seats of the city bus because you had just gotten out of the lake and had to get home, but it was not OK to wear white shoes after Labor Day or before Easter.

Her sense of style and fashion inspired her daughters to create numerous Barbie fashions as she taught them to sew and discouraged the use of paper clips and staples for hemlines. Shopping trips downtown were rewarded with a bag of bridgemix but only if they made it through the fabric department without disturbing any customers or clerks by hanging on or crawling under the bolts of fabric while sweating to death.

She taught her boys that clean shaven heads would make them handsome (Uncle Phil was their favorite barber!!) Items from neighborhood garbage cans must be cleaned up and useful before being brought in to the home. The eldest boy spent many an hour in front of the mirror, admiring himself to the disdain of the rest of the family, but apparently he must of learned this himself because PKB did not have a vain bone in her body.

Each summer she would enjoy a week or two of well deserved peace and quiet by sending all the kids on the train to Grandma's house. After the trip to the Great Northern Depot by taxi cab, PKB purchased a brand new comic book and a package of gum for each child. The Zepher would not be so quiet however, with several kids put under the watchful eye of conductors who loved to tell jokes and tease children. Those good natured conductors did not even mind when those kids left chocolate fingerprints all over the hot dome cars when their Easter candy began to melt. Oh the fun they had on the train!


As time past, PKB grew older and wiser still but remained youthful looking beyond her years. No grey hairs or ailments of the aged knocked on her doorstep. Her beautiful children grew older also, left home to find fame and fortune. But the things they took with them were everlasting reminders of PKB. The hard work, sacrifices and love she gave will be with them forever. next