Family History

is very important. I grew up with a small family of my mom, dad and one brother. My brother and I have very different interests; it is hard to believe sometgimes that we grew up in the same house! For example, I love Jesus, He, the FAther and the Holy Spirit watch over me and take care of me! I am in church every Sunday, and other times when worship is offered. Randy does not believe and does not go to church! My parents went every Sunday to early church and RAndy liked to sleep in instead. You know, I don't know why he had to go with us; he could have just gone to late church!

My father, Rudie Hauf, grew up in North Dakota during the Depression. His parents were Julius and Pauline Hauf. He was the second or third of 8 children; the first four were boys! I think they were all about one year apart, too. My poor Grandma, two or three in diapers out on the plains of North Dakota in a sod house! I wish I could talk to her today; she died when I was six, and even then I had never really spoken with her as she understood only German. My mother's (Irene) mother, Erna Broesamle, went through something similar, for she had three children in about three years! I am thinking life in Minneapolis was a little easier than life in North Dakota. My mother's father, Carl Broesamle, left when my mother was little; she was raised by her mom and grandmother, Emma Voss. Of my mom's family, there are only she and her sister in law, Lois Broesamle, left. Of my dad's siblings there are only three left, Otto, Gertrude, and Frieda, and one sister in law, Elsie.

My parents were introduced by mutual friends, Gladyce and John Anderson. They met in April, and were married the next September! Mom always said they were old enough to know what they were looking for in a spouse; she was 25 and Dad was 35 when they married. Dad was 37 when I was born and 41 when Randy was born. Dad played with us when were little; I remember roughhousing on the floor with him. But when we were older we got on his nerves. But we always knew he loved us. Dad died at 62 or cancer; he has been gone thirty one years already. Those have been long years for Mom, w;ho is still coooking right along at 82!