The sad news of the death of Mrs. Thomas Tilton was received here early Tuesday morning by her aunt, Mrs. O. B. Fobes. Her death occurred at her home near Jefferson, S. D., following the birth of a child on Tuesday morning. The young mother gave up her life, but the child still lives.
Mrs. Tilton was formerly Miss Bernice Poston and was the daughter of Mrs. John Lawrey who met such a tragic death by being burned to death last summer. She was born in Cerro Gordo county, nineteen years ago last July, and when a little girl came with her parents to Cherokee county. Last April she was united in marriage to Thomas Tilton, of Cherokee, and since which time she has resided on a farm near Jefferson. Besides her husband, she leaves five sisters and brothers to mourn her early death, and the little child to never know a mother's love.
The remains were brought to this city on the Wednesday evening Clipper and taken to the O.B. Fobes residence. The funeral services were held from the Christian church at 10 o'clock on Thursday morning and interment made in the Marcus cemetery.
The many friends of the Lawrey family have been in much sorrow over the sudden passing away of one they knew and loved, just as she was entering upon the joys of motherhood. Words fail us in trying to offer words of sympathy to the heartbroken relatives and can only point to Him, "who giveth and likewise taketh away."
On Saturday morning about 9 o'clock the fire alarm was turned in. In a few moments the fire team and many people were on their way to the fire. It was soon discovered that the fire was at the residence of Dick Halbauer on Willow Street. The fire started around the chimney and it was but a short time until the fireman had the flames extinguished. Very little damage was done. The Halbauer home is under quarantine for scarlet fever.
Whipped by a bitter north to northeast wind Tuesday and Tuesday night one of the heaviest snows of the year moved in on Cherokee county and Wednesday morning roads were blocked and train service disrupted. It was a blizzard of old-time intensity.
The snow fall eased off Monday evening as the wind switched to the northwest, and the mercury began to drop rapidly. Unofficial thermometers recorded between 18 and 20 degrees below zero Tuesday morning. The official snowfall was 3 inches with .17 inch of moisture.
Only one school in the county was known to be definitely closed because of the storm, but Miss Irene Brooks, county superintendent, said Tuesday morning that in all probability many of the consolidated and rural schools would be unable to open Tuesday. Meriden consolidated was closed Monday afternoon when the storm reached its height, driving the snow with such force as to make driving dangerous. All divisions of the Cherokee public school system were in operation as usual, it was reported from the office of Superintendent N. D. McCombs.
Drifting snow and blocked roads in many places prevented Storm Lake high school from playing the scheduled game in Wilson High School Monday night. At 4 o'clock Monday afternoon Storm Lake called with the word that they would attempt to make the trip. By 6 o'clock, however, when the storm showed no signs of abating school officials called again and cancelled the game.
Irving Nelson, Spencer high school coach, scheduled to referee the game, was forced to stay in Rembrandt all night Monday when his car became stuck. He was unable to come to Cherokee and conditions of the roads behind made it inadvisable to turn back.
Old Man Winter--apparently in docile hibernation for weeks--kicked up his heels with gusto Wednesday night and today Cherokee had 7 inches of snow.
It was about the same throughout Timesland and all of Northwest Iowa--from four to 11 inches of new snow.
Spencer had the 11 inches
But the weatherman held out little hope of relief for today in the Northwest.
There may be additional light snow tonight and snow is again likely by Friday afternoon in these environs.
The biggest snowstorm of the season had already dumped up to a foot of the white stuff in some parts of the Hawkeye State.
Humboldt had 9 inches on the ground and Fort Dodge 7 inches.
Blowing snow in the Cherokee sector cut down visibility in the early morning hours.
Streets in the city were slippery this morning and Cherokee police urged motorists to move with caution.
The Iowa Highway Patrol report released this morning termed District 5 (Cherokee) as normal to 50 percent snow covered.
District 4 reported roads 25 to 75 percent snow covered and 100 percent snow covered in protected areas.
Snow removal was planned for tonight in Cherokee, according to Barnett Hester, director of public works for the city. He asked that all cars be off the streets in which snow removal is planned.
The Sioux Lines bus was running slightly behind schedule this morning on the eastward routs.
The low last night was 12.
My last experience with an Extension home economist made me the laughing stock of the class, so I wondered if I dared take a second chance with another economist and another subject.
That experience began with a group of women signing up for pattern alterations through Extension and culminated with sewing a garment "to fit" for modeling in a public style show.
Each participant was measured for the pattern alterations. The well-endowed, and there were some, had their patterns cut and spliced with paper. But for me, the economist brought a box of tissues to round out and firm up pertinent areas before she measured.
Now, 25 years later and rounding in all the wrong places, I found myself signing up for the "Skinny Gourmet Café" class instructed by Sue Holladay, Extension economist for Cherokee and Plymouth counties.
The word "diet" was foreign to my vocabulary; this would be a first for me.
Going to the orientation session was similar to the first day of school after having moved to a new district on March 1, traditionally moving day in farming areas. No one would know me, so no one would tell.
But always there is a catch! There were some familiar faces. And woe be unto us all, in the doorway was a bathroom scale. Sure glad I hadn't worm my heavy socks when Holladay had to read the small numbers appearing jumbled through my tri-focals. One woman found herself grossly overweight because she'd read the top figures on the scale.
The second shock wave set in when I was told I must have my picture taken--front, side and rear views in leotards or a one-piece swimsuit. Mentally picturing myself in leotards, I asked who would develop the film. "Some stranger in a far-off studio," replied Holladay.
Teacher fashion, Holladay cast a glance in my direction and pointing her finger said, "You are going to be the troublemaker in this class."
During orientation I got my first taste of "skinny" food--green pepper and carrot strips, garlic cheese spread, wafers that resembled stoneware, fresh fruit in a yogurt (yuck) fruit dip with a z-i-n-g that brought tears to my eyes and black coffee or tea. I could eat seconds and thirds but could I have sugar for my coffee? "No sugar! No salt!" said Holladay.
This reducing program was something I was going to have to "talk myself into doing" with the consolation that "I could eat some foods I liked," the economist said. The program wouldn't last forever, either, as "we" would each set our goal for total weight loss. (My weight and my goal are mine alone.) The sensible loss is 2 pounds per week.
It was evident the insurance company that came up with ideal weights for men and women didn't take into consideration the "short" people. I'm not over weight, I'm under-tall by 5 inches.
The first assignment was to find out why we overeat--was it because of rejection, frustration, to feel more secure, to satisfy our sexual appetite, be rebellious, avoid others? In all honesty, I grew up during "economic hard times" and willingly cleaned up all the food on my plate, and I was using my weight as an alibi--"it took me all these years to reach this weight, why worry now."
"Dieting is so much attitude," said Holladay. She should know because she'd trimmed her weight by 70 pounds and kept it off.
She offered some other advice such as being constructively selfish when you're on a diet and it's easier when you are the only person dieting.
That was an understatement when you are constantly urging your better half to eat up and gain some weight while you're munching on "rabbit" food, reading labels for the lowest calorie count, and serving smaller portions to yourself.
Now a class of 16 women (three joined the group a day late), we could hardly wait for the "good stuff" served on the following Monday. We were enticed by only one menu at a time.
First was "Mexican" Monday, and when a co-worker at the office jested that it would probably be "one refried bean" it couldn't have been father from the truth.
The class moved from the Extension meeting room for orientation to the Community Center where the lunches were prepared and served each noon of the following week.
The room was festive in Mexican décor and the tables attractively set. I waited in anticipation for a glimpse of that first plate of food carried through the door.
Imagine our surprise when our lunch consisted of Gazpacho soup, chips, tostada with sour cream, Spanish rice, relish and mint freeze for dessert. Who could ask for more? Me, of course, who needed crackers for the soup.
I was to receive several more surprises as the week wore on. Tuesday was breakfast (brunch) with an oven baked omelet, potatoes paprika, broiled grapefruit, a biscuit no larger than a 50-cent piece and again all the black decaffeinated coffee and herbal tea we wanted.
So far, so good, the servings seemed generous and I had that full feeing when lunch is over. I didn't skip that morning coffee break but I didn't eat that roll with frosting and butter on the side either. Discipline is the key word, according to Holladay.
Wednesday, we prepared ourselves for a formal dinner. Cream of broccoli soup, Hawaiian pork chops, herbed peas and mushrooms, wild rice, apple slice, scone (substituted), meringue topped peaches and coffee or tea.
The coffee and tea I could handle but did I have to have that tall glass of water each day? There was even a slice of lemon floating in the water because we were told it's healthy for us, something about being mildly diuretic.
"Brown bagging it" on Thursday held an aura of mystery. The sandwich roll-ups were scrumptious. I asked for seconds and received a oh, no, there's no more. The rice pudding royale was another "yucky" with bits of cottage cheese and of all things "almond" flavoring.
Not everyone is supposed to like everything! Some didn't care for the carrot salad but I did with its raisins. "Kid-like" the wiggly gelatin fingers had a special appeal. "At a family gathering a great-nephew used the colorful squares for building blocks," the "troublemaker" shared.
The final day was a salad buffet with each participant preparing the recipe drawn from the hat on Thursday. What a colorful and tasty spread it turned out to be.
I had drawn the Fruited Chicken Salad, and after shopping two stores for the ingredients, and another two hours cutting grapes in half, cubing skinned and steamed chicken, dicing celery and more, I prided myself in the end results. Served in lettuce leaf cups it was gourmet fare indeed. But, for this day only a pretty dish with silver band and best silverware had to suffice.
I could have weighed in daily, but being a troublemaker, I thought it a challenge to wait until Friday. Seeing if the coast was clear, I stepped on the scales, seemingly unnoticed.
I did it! I did it! I had lost the first 2 pounds in spite of the jeers and hassle from the office staff who brought goodies to tempt the weak hearted, the samples of Girl Scout Cookies on the counter to my left and the snide remarks of my better half who said the broccoli soup made him want to vomit and what would he do when I weighed a mealy couple pounds?
Thanks to Sue Holladay, and to the members of the Family Living Committee who helped prepare the lunches, I've changed my eating habits and feel better for doing it.
The class as a whole became familiar with what a portion was, behavior modification, tips in shopping, menu planning and best of all, to reward ourselves in ways other than by eating
By Ruby Peterson