On September 10, 2011, cousins and former Quarry School students Annie (Lipuma) Voigt and Jim Lipuma took a trip down memory lane and through the old schoolhouse. Jim’s brother Jerry and sister Jeanette also attended Q.S., as did cousins Johnny, Beverly, and Sammy. Jim’s dad, John, was a foreman at Waukesha Lime & Stone during the 1950s. The family lived directly across the street from the school and was the first to have indoor running water. Annie’s family lived in one of the houses north of the school.
Amongst those attending their 40th high school reunion in 2011, two Quarry Elementary alums could be found. Here are Chris Baumgartner (Kott) and Jerry Sallman. Thanks for sharing the photo, Chris.
VIOLET MIGACH LAFRATTA TINNES
Violet Tinnes and Shirley Wery stopped in to visit Mary Buslaff at her home, the Quarry School, on August 4, 1999. I was there doing some maintenance when I saw Violet and Shirley drive in. Violet told me that she was a student of the Quarry School and lived across the street. Shirley is Violet’s friend, and Shirley’s daughter, Brenda, is married to Richard Herzog who also lived across the street. Violet went to school with Richard’s father, Herman. I gave them a tour of the old schoolhouse, and we went in to visit with Mary. Mary, Violet, and Shirley talked about the people and the past while I took notes. The following is the account of what Violet remembers.—Dan Savin
I started at the Quarry School in 1922 when I was six years old. At that time we lived on the south end of the Waukesha Lime & Stone Company in one of the company houses. My dad worked for the company for many years.
We moved right across the road from the school, and my sisters Josephine and Frances started in 1924 and 1925. My other sisters, Helen and Alice, started in 1928 and 1929. Then my brother George started the school in 1941.
There wasn’t much done to the old school to change it. The desks in the school faced the west, and in the north corner was the furnace which burned wood during the winter months. The blackboards were on the north side of the wall. There wasn’t much to the landscape, only a few bushes and a big tree in the front of the school. The Hackberry tree was planted [1930s] after I left, which was in 1929, I switched to a religious school for two years. Then moved on to Waukesha High School, but did not graduate.
Some of the teachers were: Mrs. Iva Graf, Miss Bischel, Miss Caroline Beck and Miss Peterson. We only had pencils, tablet, and crayons in the little room. When we got to the big room, we could use ink pens with ink wells, which were in the top right corners of our desks. Back then the girls sat in front and boys sat behind, which then led them to dunk our braids in the ink wells.
We also had a hectograph, which was our copy machine, and it was made of a substance like gel but a little more firm. Our teachers would use this machine to make copies of our assignments and tests.
Every morning we stood up at our seats and faced the American flag and said the “Pledge of Allegiance.” We would put the flag out every morning school started and took it down before we went home in the afternoon. One of the memories I have is that we would always have school holiday for President Washington and President Lincoln’s birthdays.
I don’t recall any of the years, but do remember the students who had started a little while after I did. They were: Lloyd and Milo Schultz, The Martellos (Mary, Angelo, Mike, Lena, and Emma), The Heinzelmans (Anton, Frances, Dorothy, Mark, and Eugene). There were a few other students, but I do not recall their names or the years.
I enjoyed the school very much during the years that I attended.
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Obituary for Violet A. Tinnes
Violet A. Tinnes of Waukesha, passed away peacefully on Friday, April 27, 2012 at Waukesha Memorial Hospital at the age of 96 years. She was born on January 20, 1916, in Waukesha, the daughter of George and Bertha (Panawaski) Migach.
By Carl Schroeder
[Carl Schroeder attended Quarry School, as did his sister Mabel (Nettesheim) (born Oct. 1, 1910) and his brothers, Bill (born Dec. 26,1911), Ed (born Nov. 30, 1913), and Delbert (born June 11, 1919). Carl was born on July 19, 1921.]
We were living on SS across from where the gun club is now. My dad built the house. We had to walk from there all the way to the Quarry School. It took us about an hour. In the wintertime, we had to climb the snowbanks. In the summer, we would take a shortcut through the farmer’s field.
I attended the first to the fourth grade at the Quarry School. The lower grades were held in the Little Room. My teacher’s name was Iva Graf.
The Little Room had south-facing windows, and I think there was a one big light that hung down in the middle of the room. [In 1948 florescent lights were installed.] There was a stove in back of the class by the girls’ cloakroom, and the coal was stored in a box outside the back of the school near the girls’ outhouse. You could go through the girls’ cloakroom to get outside to get some coal.
A stage that was used during Christmastime was kept in the basement. When set up, it measured about 12 feet by 12 feet and was set up on saw horses in the Little Room. At that time, the basement had a dirt floor. The area under the Little Room was never dug out.
[When Mrs. Graf was a teacher (1925-1930) she approached the school board to purchase a 30″-high x 36″-wide wood-framed dog print. She got permission and the print is still there.]
[Beck’s Mill ceased operating in November of 1941 when the owner, Louis Beck, died at the age of 83. In 1929, Mr. Beck lost his right hand at the mill. He learned to use his left hand and carried on business and was treasurer of the Quarry School for 27 years. His daughter, Caroline, was a teacher at the school from 1930 to 1934. His son, Edwin, served one year on the school board from 1934 to 1935. The mill was located just about a half mile north of the Quarry School.]
I had a summer job at the Beck’s Mill in 1937. Beck’s Mill was run by water power until the dam washed out. When I worked there, it was run by a 25-horsepower electric motor that was located downstairs of the building.
Besides flour, we also ground up feed for cattle and chickens, and put it in 100-pound bags. To grind the wheat, Louis had to sharpen or dress the millstone, which measured about 3 feet from edge to edge.
Mr. Beck had a nice garden, and he always gave me a bag of stuff to take home at the end of the day. He had chickens and a chicken house by the mill, and across the street he kept a cow for milk.
Louis would cut the hay that grew along the road just south of the mill. He would cut it all by hand with a scythe. We stored it in the barn across the street and fed it to the horses while they waited for flour or feed. A shelter was provided for horses and wagons next to the hay barn.
I think there was an old car in the mill when they burned it down. The floorboards of the building were bad, and after the mill shut down, the rats took over. Only the limestone foundation and the chimney remain in 1999.
We would watch them work in the quarry. There would be 10 to 12 wagons with two horses on a wagon, and they would be lined up by the shovel getting loaded. They had dump wagons that opened up and unloaded right into the grinder.
There was a guy there who was a Greek, and we would tease him. He had a horse on a two-wheel wagon. We would get him so mad he would chase us out of the horse barn.
It looks like there was another structure next to the quarry horse barn. You can still see the foundation. The person who took care of the horses might have lived there. During WWI the quarry had a big fire, and some buildings burned down. The schoolhouse was spared.
Herzog had a milk route back in 1929. He delivered milk in the city of Waukesha. They were located across the road from the school between the Soo line and the Milwaukee road.
The Wonderland Tap was run by an Italian lady. She had a little farm up the road from the tavern.
The transition from horses to cars occurred around that time. My dad was a mailman, and he had a Model T. Erwin (Pinky) Beck had a yellow Ford Model A with a rumble seat. I think Caroline Beck had a convertible.
By David Craig, July 1999
[My father] Charles W. Craig was clerk of the Quarry School Board for a number of years. He served for 18 years, from 1935 through 1952. His duties were to chair the annual school board meeting and oversee the operations of the school. That included reviewing and/or hiring teachers, checking and maintaining the heating and watering systems. He also verified the incoming monies and expenses that were recorded by the board treasurer. As a student there, it was a big deal to have new basketball posts, backboards and baskets installed in about 1942. They were located on a flat area between the school and Highway 164. We played year around, even in the snow.
Recreation at recess and noon ‘hour’ was a year around activity. During winter, sledding and snowball fights and tag were common. The hill behind the school was excellent! The longer rides went down the north side past the girls’ outhouse. The shorter rides toward the south went between the school and the boys’ outhouse. The short route went straight down the hill, and sometimes you hit the school building! Riding scoop shovels and cardboard boxes provided variety.
The springtime brought on baseball, tag, and marbles. The variety of space—hill, flat and new found area (hill, pasture and wooded thicket) west of the boys’ outhouse provided several tag games or team tag to go on at once. There were some girls who were somewhat aggressive and loved chasing the boys.
Playing marbles was another spring activity, and it took place anywhere there was a small flat area. It was mostly a boy thing and each brought his own bag of marbles. Bags were homemade. Sometimes we shared with those who could not afford them. Two to four played, anteing marbles into a 16-inch circle and then tossing your shooter from a line five or six feet from the circle. Each boy in turn snapped his shooter (thumb and forefinger) to hit marbles out of the circle. You kept the marbles you hit out of the circle. There were great discussions on rules. We compared each others unique marble designs. Obviously the bigger your bag and more marbles you had, gave you status.
Softball became a big sport in the school from about 1943 to 1946. We organized a team and found a hayfield one or two blocks west of the school. We played other elementary schools in the area. School was out early one day a week and all attended the games. We were undefeated and that added a lot of spirit to the school.
One of my most memorable experiences of Quarry School was serving as the Santa Claus for the Christmas program in the late 1950s. I arrived early at the Buslaff residence to change and to be ready on time. As school clerk, my dad was to ring the school bell to signal my time to cross the school yard to join the concluding student Christmas program. However, about five to ten minutes before the school bell ringing, a train locomotive was switching tracks near the school, and its bell was ringing loudly. I thought the train bell was the school bell. So I went to the school banging on the door and yelling “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Someone came to the door and said that I was early. I was so embarrassed. Later I came on cue, greeted everyone and gave out gifts. What an incredible experience to play Santa Claus at “my” school.
I had two teachers during my eight years at Quarry School, 1938-1946. Miss Leone Lambert, grades 1-4, and Ms. Alma Bischel in grades 5-8. Their values and expectations were excellent and were consistent with my home life. I owe them much thanks and gratitude. I still use many of their rules and habits in my adult life.
DEAN W. TERLINDEN
By Dean W. Terlinden, March 1999
A good start would be to show the district boundaries and the families sending students. The highway numbers and road names are as I remember them at that time. On the west was the road crossing 30 at the east end of the airport. The ones on the east side (Boyds, and Chapmans) were included while the ones to the west (including the Niedermeyers) went to the school at the west end of the airport along with some of the Kokans. He was a well driller and Aggie went to high school with [my sister] Fern or may have worked with [my sisters] Fern and Olive at the The [Milk] Jug. On the east end it was the town line with the Savatskis on the west side going to Quarry, and those on the east side of the road (including the Papkes) went to the school at Gourkes Corners. To the south going over the hill it included the Hines (Adeline, Mildred, Hazel, Willard), the Templetons (Helen, Ruth, Buddy, and Harry), the Schroeders (I remember Delbert having ear trouble, and Carl). To the north on old Highway 19 it included the Benos and Baumgartners. Along 164 it was Emil Zeich, Migashe, Rappis, Jorgenson, Herzog, Chimpango, Graf, Belinka (Anna and Eddie), and the Hientzelmans (Richard, Eugene, Larry). More on 164—Miletti and Herzog (Hans, Hilda Herman Meta). Along 30 it was Martello, Lenzer, Makalsi, Sayles, Madsen, Wolf, Keske Kewley, Cheney, Savatski Shauer, then Bob and Bernice Kieso, and Ida and Willy Herrigas. Later at Murray’s it was Bobby Gigous.
Fern mentioned at one time we were the only ones of our age group that went on to high school. After 1934 I’m sure there were others as I remember Harold Wolf playing basketball at Waukesha.
The big room, grades 5 through 8 had something of a library on a few shelves at the back left hand corner of the room, including Dr. Doolittle. There was a piano and a globe for our education. We had spelling bees at regular intervals and geography games—that started with a place name and the next person had to give another starting with the last letter of the one before. Of course we all looked up the places ending in X. Once a month or so we had a music teacher, Mrs. Williams, and an art teacher.
Being tone deaf I don’t remember a thing about the music except perhaps The Turkish March. Once we had a speaker, the name long forgotten as well as the subject, although I do remember alligator pears (avocados) being mentioned.
Arthur Tewes, superintendent (Town of Pewaukee, probably Waukesha County) visited at least once. He was for some time head of the Reformed Sunday School. We met a relative of his at your house [Buslaff residence] one time.
The little room had grades 1 through 4. The first two grades got out a few minutes ahead of 3 and 4 for recess. The first day I was in third I went out with the early ones, but Mrs. Graf didn’t seem to miss me.
The anterooms had benches for our lunches and pegs for our clothes. [For the little room] the girls were on the left and boys on the right going in. The stove was on the girls’ side of the room in front. Wendel was the janitor, and I’ve forgotten whether he kept the stove in coal or wood for heating.
While attending the WHS 50th in 1988 Jeanette Jensen was there. I’d long forgotten that she was out sick for a whole year in third grade. She sent me the letters that we had sent to her, probably on orders from Mrs. Graf, which include one of mine and one from [my sister] Olive.
The Christmas program was held in the little room and part of our “extracurricular activity” was to bring up the stage from the basement from the little door that faces the road. I suppose one of the few times I ever volunteered was to go across the road to the well between Rappis and Migach to get water to fill the bubbler at the back of the room. There was a supply closet in the boys’ entry, which was at the front of the school. The girls’ was at the back. The girls’ toilet was to the north and the boys’ out in front to the south.
The Quarry barn still had one horse used to pull a dump cart. I never did know what the building foundation to the north of it was originally for.
As for physical education, we got along without a coaching staff as well as without counselor, offices, office help, and the records were probably all kept in the teacher’s desk.
Going to school didn’t take too long, though we had to cross two railroad tracks, the river, and 164 to get there. Once we saw an accident where a one- or two-car Milwaukee Road train hit a car back of the Quarry office.
We must have gotten through the Fox River flood each spring which covered Miole’s place and Wonderland Tap.
I’ve forgotten the year the bridge was built [Hy JJ over 164], but it must have been before I got out of there. The head engineer was Zimmerman who had a German accent. A couple of Peterson brothers worked on the steel reinforcing, and Brooks was on the job as we have his shaving mug that he left when he ran out on his rent and board bill.
My interest in art from the regular visit of an outside teacher wasn’t much more that in music as I’m color blind. We did see Horse Fair (Rosa Bonhuer), Santa Fe Trail, The Angelus, and The Gleamers. The first two though were of some interest as they had a lot of animals.
The athletic activities as I started on earlier include move-up baseball and football. During recess, which was a shorter time than lunch, it was enny-enny over [throwing a ball over a barrier] using the little room as the barrier. The big room was too high off the ground and the little room butted into it at the middle.
There were characters at that time. I remember just the names of Isaiah Piant and Monteen Moon, Lulubelle Jones. One of the many Sayles claimed to be Harriet Briggette Squeers Sayles. There were a lot of nicknames such as Fat Hine, Tootie Wolf, Buddy Templeton, Sonny Wendel, Julie Miletti, Genie Heinzleman, Teddy Lenzer, Puss Sayles, Beets (Beatrice) Sayles, and Jimmie McGrain (with Marie on the Leonard place).
During those years I don’t remember ever seeing any maintenance done on the school. It may very well have been done during the summer after our school picnic in Burke’s woods.
Part of our geography in the little room was to trace pictures from a workbook. That was my first and lasting impression of Holland—dog carts, wooden shoes, and tulips.
We had other stuff beside the essential and only material (books, pencil, paper), as there was a hectograph machine later after, using the ink and gelatin in a shallow pan.
When it came to learning the names of the colors, I was lost. The purple and blue sticks looked the same to me and I just piled them all together and divided the pile in half, calling one blue and the other purple.
Somewhere along the line, I picked up the story about one of the Cheneys going under a truck at the end of a ride down the hill in back of school with a sled. Jerry Graf had the big Flexible Flyer, and I suppose we waited for turns if we were in his good favor. Mrs. Graf parked her Model T beside the boys’ entrance of the little room. It had one door in the middle on the curb side.
At one time the Sheets family (Willard) lived in the woods before the Jensen’s moved in. Some of our poorly judged entertainment may have come from Jule Wolf and “Sunshine” Moede on the way back from Wonderland Tap. Any additions or corrections are most welcome.
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Dean William Terlinden died October 31st, 2011 from pneumonia. He was born February 20th, 1921 in Pewaukee Wisconsin. He grew up on a farm there with parents Charles and Emma and older brother Carl, older sister Fern, younger sister Olive and younger brother Glenn. (A younger sister Ruth died in infancy.) There he began his lifetime habit of going to bed and rising early. He got a bachelor’s degree from Carroll College in Waukesha, Wisconsin, helping pay his way by working as a janitor.
THE BOYD-LEHNERER STORY
By Alice McCombe Block, March 14, 2001
This article is written by Alice McCombe Block, who lives in Corvallis, Oregon with her husband, John Block. Much of Alice’s knowledge about her family’s history comes from her mother, Charlotte Boyd McCombe who wrote for The Landmark in the 1960s.
The 150-year-old, two-story limestone house located the Busse Rd., not far from Interstate 94, has a story to tell. Some chapters are connected to my family, the Boyd-Lehnerer Family.
In 1880, my great-grandparents, John and Janet Boyd, purchased a 140 acre farm from William and Wilhemina Hembd. (Location is in the NW Quarter of Section 26 and the SW Quarter of Section 23, Township of Pewaukee.) The farm was built on the site of a former sawmill and chair factory which was powered by Pewaukee River water. Across the road there was a small village of log cabins known as Bucknerville. By the early 20th century, all that remained was the millrace, the dam site and a very old small house which can be seen in the picture behind the big stone house. The oldest house was constructed of hand-hewn boards and plastered on the inside with mud and twigs. There was an unusual French-styled brick oven in the kitchen. A fire was built in the oven until the bricks were hot. Then the coals were removed and the bread was put in to bake. Could the house have been built by an early settler with the French name of Beau? Our family found six small maple chairs in the loft of this old house. Possibly these chairs were made in the local chair factory. Today, two of those chairs sit in our Corvallis, Oregon livingroom.
John and Janet Boyd were first cousins, children of immigrant brothers, James and Thomas Boyd who came from the Parish of Slamanan, Sterlingshire, Scotland in 1846 and 1849 respectively. They followed an older brother McNair Boyd who came in 1842 and settled near Prospect Hill. Descendants of Thomas Boyd continue to live in the area today. James Boyd’s son John, born June 22, 1849, and Thomas’ daughter Janet, born May 12, 1850, were married March 11, 1873 in Prospect Hill. I have a prize possession: Janet’s three-piece olive green silk wedding dress complete with tassels and a bustle.
My grandfather, James Thomas Boyd, born March 30, 1876, was named for his two grandfathers. His sister, Jessie May, was born April 1, 1880. About eight months later, the parents bought the Hembd Farm and resettled with their two young children. John Lehnerer came as the hired man.
Now the drama thickens. On October 30, 1881, small Jessie May died from pneumonia. I have a poem of lament written by one of her grieving parents. There is a small stone in the far NE corner of Prairie Home Cemetery marking her grave. On December 5, 1881, John Boyd, at age 32, was stricken with a ruptured appendix and died a sudden and painful death. He was buried next to his infant daughter. His wife, Janet, left with a 5 year old son and a 140 acre farm, did the most practical thing a woman could do in those days, she married her hired man, John Lehnerer on December 18, 1883. His family also came from the New Berlin area. He and Janet along with hired help, worked hard to earn a living and paid off the farm mortgage.
Grandpa Lehnerer, as he was known by my mother and her siblings, was a good grandfather and a steward of the land. He practiced crop rotation. In the early years, wheat was the main crop, requiring much hand labor. Quantities of potatoes were also raised and sold door to door to Milwaukee customers. The Lehnerers always kept a productive garden and a bountiful apple orchard with many varieties. Mother claimed there were very few wormy apples prior to the advent of pesticide sprays. The farm supported chickens, hogs and a mixed breed herd of milk cows. Grandpas Lehnerer liked horses and usually kept four or five before he acquired his first car. An interesting fact: in 1925, he traded one horse, two heifers and $400 to Davies Brothers for a new Model T Ford coupe.
When my grandfather, James Thomas Boyd married Lucy Miller, a former teacher at the Quarry School, September 5, 1900, he was given 33 acres from his father’s estate on the north side of the Pewaukee River. Lucy’s brother, Henry Miller, who was a master carpenter, built the house and barn (originally with a cupola). Later about 20 more acres were added to the farm. It was a struggle to make a living on limited acreage. This is the place where my mother and her two sisters and brother were born and raised. Over the years the family raised turkeys, chickens, Shropshire sheep, Chester White pigs and a fine herd of Guernsey dairy cows. Most profitable was honey production and market gardening during the Depression years. The current farm owner, Jean Jones, sends yearly Christmas Greetings to all I-94 travelers with a lighted display on the roof of the old honey house.
Janet Boyd Lehnerer died from breast cancer on May 12, 1923. John continued to work the farm with hired help until 1938. His hired man, Joe Leitinger, purchased the farm. Even though it was reasonably priced, James and Lucy Boyd were cautious about taking on a mortgage during Depression times. Grandpa Lehnerer lived his remaining years with his brother George, who had been a builder of many barns, with cupolas, around Waukesha County. John died at age 85 on February 14, 1943.
It should be noted for posterity that three Indian mounds were once visible in a field along the Busse Road on the Boyd-Lehnerer Farm in the early 20th Century. Every spring, as the fields were turned by horse and plow, fine specimens of Indian arrowheads were uncovered. My grandfather had an amazing collection!! Today, subdivision ranch homes are located on top of those once sacred mounds.
Until the 1960’s, only the peaceful Pewaukee River flowed through this once Indian campground and later farm land. Today, I-94 traffic roars day and night through these same lands. It is called progress!!