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Steve Kofmehl
14 years ago

I missed Cliff this weekend at our anniversary party. He would have been visiting with all the relatives and enjoying the entertainment. I knew him for over 25 years and he was a good friend and mentor.

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Luci
14 years ago

Dad, I really miss you! Sometimes, I need help finding the right tool or the right paint or the plan to complete my projects and I go to the phone to call you because you were ALWAYS there! Not now! Gosh, I miss you so much but I am so glad you are no longer struggling! #2 Luci

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bnewcomb
15 years ago

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bnewcomb
15 years ago

G&G at my pre-graduaton celebration

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Steve Kofmehl
15 years ago

One of my best memories is helping at harvest time. One of the first memories I have is when George Slota used to come and pick the ear corn. I didn't know quite how to take George at first, but soon learned you had to give him as much BS as he was putting out, and then we got along fine. One time Doc Radke, (a high school classmate) came out for supper and George was really ribbing him good about women, he was a highly eligable bachelor at the time. I never saw Cliff get upset much when things weren't going right, we would just keep trying until we got it done. When we took the roof of the garage of our house in Holstein in one piece, put it on trailer and hauled it to the farm, that was one job I didn't think we'd get done, but we prevailed.

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Marilyn Kofmehl
15 years ago

I remember we were having a hayride for the church youth group at our house. We had hot chocolate and mom ran out of milk and sent Dad to go get somemore in the barn. I don't remember who it was but some girl asked him was he was doing and he said he had to get some more chocolate milk. She wasn't sure that she believed him. He pointed to the Jersey cow - Zsa Zsa and he said she gave chocolate milk. Later, I told her he was just kidding.

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Marilyn Kofmehl
15 years ago

Dad and Steve would often work on projects together. Whenever Dad thought Steve was doing something wrong he's say: I don't want to be bossy or tell you what to do but.... and he was usually right. Steve was cleaning out an old box of Karl's stuff that had been hiding in the garage and he found a picture of he and Dad standing at the back of the Suburban with that bike rack. I'll see about posting it on here. It needs to air out a bit - it smells of mice. Yuck!

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ewersjo
15 years ago

I remember Dad making lots of apple cider. We had several apple trees, and he also would let friends bring their apples for him to make into cider. We had to wash them and cut out the worms and bad spots, and then throw them into the grinder. They would fall into the wooden vat and when it was full, a wooden top would go on top ot the apples, and then we would crank it down to smush out the juice. WOW!! Did that taste good as it poured out into a big crock. Then we would pour it into jugs to share or sell. The best part was finding an OLD bottle from several years ago that had turned into a great alcoholic beverage that Dad called applejack. If he wanted to make applejack on purpose, they would fill the crock with cider, add ten pound sack of sugar and let it work in the sun. Everyday they would scrape off the foam, and cover it back up. Took several days to get it the right flavor and alcohol content. YUM!!

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bnewcomb
15 years ago

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