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2-25-21

UPDATE PART 4---TO FOURWINDS READERS FROM ANNE BELLRINGER- MESSAGE : WE BOUGHT A FARM! -  FEBRUARY 25, 2021

ANNE AND PATRICK BELLRINGER:  Greetings to all readers of Fourwinds. 

 

ANNE:  After some consideration, both Patrick and I thought it would be interesting to tell of the experiences, adventures, saga, and whatever you can call it, as both of us will pen these adventures of our 16 year farm life.  By that I do mean adventures, for as you read what we are to write about the years of farming, we hope you will enjoy what we have to say.  As we look back at what adventures we had, we laugh about it.  At the time it happened, that was not always the case.

Do any of you remember the movie entitled:  "We Bought a Zoo!"?

Well, we titled this saga as "We Bought a Farm!"  Where do we start?  I think Patrick should start this wonderful adventure you are about to read.

PATRICK:  As you know, I was raised on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. I loved the out-of-doors and worked hard with my father at every turn.  I learned to run a dairy farm, plant alfalfa, corn, bail hay and such, and learned fast not only how to drive all the farm equipment but repair it, as well. He taught me how to build farm buildings and do repair work, as well.  He, also, taught me to always take care of all tools, and equipment and put back everything in its place.  That is how I was raised.

I have been on several farms where this was not the case, and you wouldn't believe the mess of tools ,machinery, oil, dirt and rubbish that told me what kind of person lived on this farm.

To make a long story shor,t at this point of all the adventures we had in the past made several moves living coast to coast. You can read more at this link. http://fourwinds10.com/siterun_data/bellringers_corner/anne_bellringer/news.php?q=1596465315

Both Anne and I wanted to have some land rather than being couped up in a small house with a tiny backyard.  I longed for a place where we could farm, have our own milk cow, and have a beautiful spot for a large garden.  We prayed for such, and our prayers were answered.

ANNE:  Yes, we found a property near Jordan, MN, that seemed so ideal.  It was a newer house with 4 bedrooms and what we thought fitted our needs.  We had four children at this time and needed a larger home. There were, also, 15 addtional acres listed in the contract.

As we looked at the house and land, we were sold on it immediately.  In spite of the fact that there were no trees and the large yard had not been mowed from whenever, we made a deal of $65,000.  That was in 1976, and we were staggered at the amount of money to buy this property, but we were determined.  At that time both of us were teaching school I was teaching at Chaska, MN and Patrick taught at Edina, MN.  With both of our salaries we could manage the mortgage of this property.

On the 15 acres of land there was a long quanset barn open at both ends with a dirt floor.  There was an old broken down corn crib across the driveway.  Weeds were two feet high all over, but we were very happy at moving in.

PATRICK:  After moving in we surveyed what work we would do first.  You guessed it!  We mowed the yard.  I should say field, because at this point the yard consisted of alfalfa and sand burrs.  We hauled in black dirt in the back yard and planted grass seed.

Then the fun began.

Anne started washing clothes in the washer and dryer located in the basement.  There were two large areas in the basement, one was a shop area if you could call it that with a place for laundry, and the other was a larger family room,  with nothing but a cement floor.

Than the fun began.  As Anne was washing clothes, the water did not drain properly, and it began flowing all over the basement floor.  Why was that?  Well, the drain was higher than the floor around it so the water flowed out on the floor.  Still, the water would not go down the drain.

When we were buying the property we asked the realtor where the holding tank was located for the property.  He pointed in several places and said it's here, no here, oh, over here.

I asked him where the drain field was located.  He said  "There ain't no drain field.  But you have an adequate tank.  It has to be drained occasionally, but you ain't gonna have no problem!"

ANNE:  Ya, right!  We had a problem.  We had laid a huge load of black dirt over the weed patch in the back yard, and it had rained.  We took a rod and started poking the soggy muddy ground already planted with grass seed to find the pipe to the tank.  After a week of what seemed like 5000 pokes, we finally found it 18 inches below the surface.

What did we so to solve this problem?  That is another adventure!  We started by putting........ .....................

Stay tuned as you "ain't heard nutten yet!"

Here is a drawing Anne made of the"farm house"

 

ANNE AND PATRICK BELLRINGER

 

2-22-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK BELLRINGER - SEMINARY EXPERIENCES - FEBRUARY 22, 2021

ANNE:  Today I shall continue an experience Patrick had while attending the United Methodist School of Theology in Kansas City, Missouri. 

 

The school was one that taught classes for minmisterial student to experience real life situations.  They had a classes/programs that were initiated for the first time in the history of the school.   I already told to you of the experience Patrick had to endure was to be a bum on the streets of Kansas City for two days with only a dime in his shoe.

I did not mention the reason for the dime.  It was for an extreme emergency call if the experience came to that point.  With the Grace of God, Patrick did not have to make that call.

This next experience will blow your mind.  The school initiated a program to have the ministerial studentS experience what it feels like to be a criminal locked up in a penitentiary for a serious crime.   By that I mean solitary confinement.

As you probably know, that facility for hardened criminals is located in Kansas.  It's called Leavenworth Penitentiary.  The school made special arrangements with the administrator of this prison to let the school send several ministerial students to be locked up as a hardened criminals.  No guards or other personnel were to be notified of these "special ministers" to be admitted to prison, and were to be treated as hardened criminals.

 

This experiment was to last two days, a Friday and a Saturday.

Patrick and the others involved in this were taken to Leavenworth and admitted as dangerous criminals.  They were stripped of all their clothes and personal belongings and donned with prison garb.

 

Patrick said he was in handcuffed with his hands behind his back and jerked around to be placed in the most secure area called solitary confinement.  The guards did not hesitate to treat him roughly, and threw him in the solitary  room where he almost fell on the floor.  They had removed his cuffs before they shut him behind three locked doors.  There was a peep hole for the guards to observe his behavior at all times.  They checked on him every hour of the day and night.

 

Patrick described the room to me later.  It was small, probably 10 by 10 feet.  The ceiling was very high with a very small window at the top of one side.  There was a cot with one rough blanket, a bathroom stool with no lid, a very small sink with cold water, a wash cloth. a small rough towel and a couple of tiny bars of soap.  There was barely any room for any kind of exercise.

They fed him like they did in the movie, "The Count of Monty Crisco".  They brought him a tin plate with edges and pushed it through a special opening in the bottom of the last door.  The tin plate had edges so as not to spill the food.  What was the food like?  Patrick was not sure of what he tried to eat, as it tasted badly.  He looked for insects but did not find any.  There was a tin cup with some kind of juice or water. His expression to me was Yuk!  There was a old tin spoon provided or eating, but no knife or fork.

 

If he wanted to drink more water he could use the cup and pour water from the small sink.

There was a light bulb shining in the ceiling that was never turned off so he could not tell what time it was expect if the window at the top had light shining through it.

 

The cot was small, uncomfortable and the rough blanket provided very little warmth.  Indeed it was almost unendurable, but Patrick stood strong.  The only comforting thought was that he was to be in this cell for two days.  He thought about those ones placed in such a situation for a long time.

There was one redeeming factor.  He was let out for a short time in the yard  to get some sunshine or exercise, but he had to be very careful, as other criminals were also, there.

One of these prisoners asked him what it did to get in prison and where his cell was located.  Patrick answered that he was in solitary confinement, but declined to explain what he did to get there.

 

The guards watched everyone closely as they did not want any scuffles between prisoners.  The 30 minutes passed quickly, and Patrick was ushered back to his solitary confinement cell.

He felt the horror, the loneliness and the rejection feeling that so many prisoners felt.  He spent a lot of time remembering Bible verses and prayed a lot.

I remind you that this experience happened long before he found the Journals.  This was in the year around 1966, and he (we) did not wake up to Truth until 1994.

When the time finally ended for him to be released, as ordered by the administrate, he said you could not believe the relief of walking out into the beautiful sun and be FREE.  It felt to him as if he were confined in solitary for a year, as time passed so slowly.

I was worried about him in prison, and was so relieved to see him walk through the door.  Both of us realized how fortunate we were to have a home, even if there were snakes, brown recluse spiders, mice, rats and cockroaches we had to watch for in our parsonage.  It did not matter, as we were together as twin flames and our children were healthy and loving.  We had the riches of the world, not in things but in love and family.  That is all that matters.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, for it does take a look at the darkness in the world to appreciate the LIGHT.

Stay tuned....

ANNE************

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK BELLRINGER - SEMINARY EXPERIENCES - FEBRUARY 22, 2021

ANNE:  Today I shall continue an experience Patrick had while attending the United Methodist School of Theology in Kansans City, Missouri. 

 

The school was one that taught classes in virtual reality to their ministerial students.  They had a couple of classes/programs that were initiated for the first time in the history of the school.   I already told to you of the experience Patrick had to endure was to be a bum on the streets of Kansas City for two days with only a dime in his shoe.

 

I did not mention the reason for the dime.  It was for an extreme emergency call if the experience came to that point.  With the Grace of God., Patrick did not have to make that call.

This next experience will blow your mind.  The school initiated a virtual program to have the ministerial studentS experience what it feels like to be a criminal locked up in a penitentiary for a serious crime.   By that I mean solitary confinement.

As you probably know, that facility for hardened criminals is located in Kansas.  It's called Leavenworth Penitentiary.  The school made special arrangements with the administrator of this prison to let the school send several ministerial students to be locked up as a hardened criminals.  No guards or other personnel were to be notified of these "special ministers" to be admitted to prison, and were to be treated as hardened criminals.

 

This experimenter was to last two days, a Friday and a Saturday.

Patrick and the others involved in this were taken to Leavenworth and admitted as dangerous criminals.  They were stripped of all their clothes and personal belongings and donned with prison garb.

 

Patrick said he was in handcuffed with his hands behind his back and jerked around to be placed in the most secure area called solitary confinement.  The guards did not hesitate to treat him roughly, and threw him in the solitary  room where he almost fell on the floor.  They had removed his cuffs before they shut him behind three locked doors.  There was a peep hole for the guards to observe his behavior at all times.  They checked on him every hour of the day and night.

 

Patrick described the room to me later.  It was small, probably 10 by 10 feet.  The ceiling was very high with a very small window at the top.  There was a cot with one rough blanket, a bathroom stool with no lid, a very small sink with cold water, a wash cloth and small rough towel and a couple of tiny bars of soap.  There was barely any room for any kind of exercise.

They fed him like they did in the movie, "The Count of Monty Crisco".  They brought him a tin plate with edges and pushed it through a special opening in the bottom of the last door.  The tin plate had edges so as not to spill the food.  What was the food like?  Patrick was not sure of what he tried to eat, as it tasted badly.  He looked for insects but did not find any.  There was a tin cup with some kind of juice or water. His expression to me was Yuk!  There was a old tin spoon provided or eating, but no knife or fork.

 

If he wanted to drink more water he could use the cup and pour water from the small sink.

There was a light bulb shining in the ceiling that was never turned off so he could not tell what time it was expect if the window at the top had light shining through it.

 

The cot was small, uncomfortable and the rough blanket provided very little warmth.  Indeed it was almost unendurable, but Patrick stood strong.  The only comforting thought was that he was to be in this cell for two days.  He thought about those ones placed in such a situation for a long time.

There was one redeeming factor.  He was let out for a short time in the yard  to get some sunshine or exercise, but he had to be very careful as other criminals were there, as well.

One of these prisoners asked him what it did to get in prison and where his cell was located.  Patrick answered that he was in solitary confinement but declined to explain what he did to get there.

 

The guards watched everyone closely as they did not want any scuffles between prisoners.  The 30 minutes passed quickly, and Patrick was ushered back to his solitary confinement cell.

He felt the horror, the loneliness and the rejection feeling that so many prisoners felt.  He spent a lot of time remembering Bible verses and prayed a lot.

I remind you that this experience happened long before he found the Journals.  This was in the year around 1966, and he (we) did not wake up to Truth until 1994.

When the time finally ended for him to be released, as ordered by the administrate, he said you could not believe the relief of walking out into the beautiful sun and be FREE.  It felt to him as if he were confined in solitary for a year, as time passed so slowly.

I was worried about him in prison and was so relieved to see him walk into the door.  Both of us realized how fortunate we were to have a home, even if there were snakes, brown recluse spiders, mice, rats and cockroaches we had to watch for in our parsonage.  It did not matter, as we were together as twin flames and our children were healthy and loving.  We had the riches of the world, not in things but in love and family.  That is all that matters.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, for it does take a look at the darkness in the world to appreciate the LIGHT.

Stay tuned....

ANNE

 

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2-20-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK BELLRINGER -  SEMINARY EXPERIENCES -  FEBRUARY 20, 2021

 

ANNE:  Today's experince I shall tell about Patrick, has a serious side.  The other experiences I have written were humerous at times, but today's writing shall be a bit different.

As you know, Patrick attend the Methodist School of Theology in Kansan City, Missouri for two years.  The requirement to obtain a a Master's Degree in Religious Education was was a four-year course.  Because Patrick had already taken some of the required classes he crammed the 4-year degree into two years.

There were several unusual classes which were required.  These classes were a forerunner in religious education that no other seminaries before had ever required.

In most big cities there are areas taht are labeled "skid-row".  These areas were filled with homeless people, called bums, who lived from hand to mouth begging for food,  slept in doorways and on in cardboard boxes strewn here and there.  The seminary wanted their ministerial students to experience such an experience and how it feels to be a bum on skid-row.

Patrick said he was given a tattered suit to wear, a dime in his shoe and was to go down to skid-row and make his way for two days.  He went with another seminary student  Here is what transpired.  They parted ways and were to meet at a certain destination before nightfall.

He felt the loneliness  and the total rejection of the people, as he walked down the streets. They avoided even touching him, and looked at him with scorn.  He tried begging, but with little effect.  He was pushed aside if he got too close to anyone.  The looks of scorn hit him hard.

He did meet a bum that told him where he could get a meal.  This bum said :"You ain't gonna git nothin' from people because you look terrible.  You ain' t had a shave and your clothes are ratty.  Go to the goodwill and they got suits that are given away.  First come with  me and get sumthunin your belly."

Patrick said he went with this bum to the place where they served a hot meal.  Hot, you say?  What the meal really was contained a slice of crusty old bread, very little butter and a bowel of soup that Patrick thought looked and tasted like something rotten.  He gave the bread to the man who took him to this place and after a spoonful of the tasteless soup, he gave that to the bum, as well.

He felt the hunger and total rejection experienced by these poor people and how the public treated them.  Had he done the same when he was "on the other side"?  He thought long and hard about that situation.

There was no place to sleep, either.  He and the other seminary student  met and tried to sleep in the railroad station out of the cold.  They were kicked out.  He spent the night on the street or tried to sit in a doorway out of the wind.  No one wanted to see them anywhere.  He  experienced that terrible feeling.

He tried to get another suit to wear, as the bum said he would get a better handout if he looked better.  That failed, as well.

Two days for Patrick was like two years.  He felt the despair the rejection, the total isolation and starvation of those poor bums.

At the end of this experience they met someone from the seminary that took them back to the school where Patrick got in his car and came  home to Amsterdam, where we lived.

I was so relieved to see Patrick again, and could not believe how bad he looked when he walked in the door.  With tears in his eyes and in mine, we thanked God for all that we had.  We were not rich, but we had each other and our children. We felt the great love that was missing for Patrick for two days, and graditude for all that we had even if we were poor. 

Lessons of gratitude were learned.

Stay tuned....there's more......

ANNE

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2-19-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK BELLRINGER - THE CORN RUN! - FEBRUARY 19, 2021

ANNE:  I just have to tell you this experience Patrick and his younger brother, M. had at one time.

On this particular occasion, Patrick was asked by his father to load up the flatbed to his car and go get some whole  corn for the cattle.  The corn they had planted for cattle feed was almost gone, so they had to buy 50 lb. bags from the elevator some miles away.

This is the kind of car Patrick owned.

 

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Patrick did so and told M, to come with him to help load the flatbed. The started off taking the Rush River winding gravel road rather than the highway, as that would be a dangerous trip going too slow for the traffic.

The gravel  road was well kept and safe to travel.  There were, however, some hills on the way, as that was the way the land laid.  If there was a steep hill the road followed the land and the hill was not dug out in order to put in the road.

 

The chugged along to their destination, loaded the corn on the flatbed and started for home.  The old Ford had a load to pull and Patrick could tell by the way the engine roared, as he approached a hill.  It was a slower drive due to the heavy weight on the flatbed.

They came to the  steep hill  Patrick was worried about, and just did get to the top.  As Patrick drove down the hill, he shifted gears to slow the old Ford and kept his foot on the brake.  However, the weight of the loaded flat bed was too much for the old Ford to handle.  It was unable for Patrick to hold back the speed, as the car gained more speed by the second.  Patrick knew there was a sharp turn at the bottom of the hill, and they would never make the turn.  Most likely they would flip the old Ford, tip the flatbed ad whisk all the corn in the muddy wet ditch.

He yelled at his brother.  "We are not going to make it!"  Patrick knew the lay of the land and remembered a corn field just to the left of the road before the turn.  With all his might he turned the old car into the corn field which was all mud and plowed his way around back to the road.  It looked like a big bull-dozer just paved its way though the tall corn which was left all torn up and buried ih the mud.

They arrived home and said not one word about their experience.

Some days later his grandfather and grandmother came to dinner.  (on his mother's side)  His grandfather was ticked and mad!  "Some  fool tore up my corn field and just wrecked it!  Who in the world would do something like that?  It had to be some dumb kid!"

Patrick and his brother sat there and said not a word.  He never ever told his parents he was the guilty one.  At any rate, if he had not turned when he did there would be no corn, no car....and himself and his brother.

I suppose it was not until his grandfather died did he find out it was his grandson...the moment of Truth.

 

.....ANNE

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2-18-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK and ANNE. BELLRINGER - FISHING!- FEBRUARY 18, 2021

ANNE:  Greetings to all who read this message.  Today I am departing from the experiences Patrick had in all his educational years to write about one of my favorite experiences that not only involves Patrick, but my dad, mother, aunt and grandma.

As you probably have read in Fourwinds, my father was a Circuit Court Judge.  For relaxation he loved fishing.  I would have to wade in the muddy dark creek down by Lake Hanson among the weeds and rock to seine for the only bait he used...minnows.

We fished in several different places, mainly northern South Dakota.  For some reason the fish liked my scent, so I was the one to bait the hooks.  I was the one who caught most of the fish, or when Patrick was with us I baited his hook for him.  That's how he caught the fish!

wHEN MYy sister, Carol got married she and her husband chose to go to northern Minnesota to Lake Vermilion for their honeymoon.  They came back with loads of Wall-eyed and Northern Pike they had caught and had frozen.  They described how beautiful the resort was and that Lake Vermilion was covered with islands.  You had to be careful when you took a boat to fish, as it would be easy to get lost among the islands that looked exactly alike.

It didn't take my dad long to plan a fishing trip, with my mom, aunt, and grandma and me to you know where--Lake Vermillion!  We loaded all in his caddie and started on our great adventure.  When we arrived, we had a lovely cabin in which to stay.  The only bad thing was the news from the resort owner that the fish were not biting.  No one had caught anything for days.

My dad was not discouraged, but after a couple of days with no luck, he decided to fish off the dock rather than take a boat.  I was with him sitting on the edge of the dock with my pole in the water watching all the millions of minnows that had just hatched.  It was incredible.  No wonder the fish were not biting, not with thousands of minnows swimming around.  My dad, as usual, had three poles in the water and was sitting on the end of the dock....no luck!

As I gazed at the minnows, I saw a big Northern Pike swishing around catching his dinner.  All of a sudden this big fish flew out of the water in pursuit of his meal.  Did he get his meal?  No, I got our meal!  What, you say?  Yup, he flew out of the water to land on the dock right beside me.  Yes, I caught a huge fish, not with a fishing pole but with my hands!

That was the ONLY fish we caught while at Lake Vermillion!

This is NOT the end of the story!

When Patrick and I were married we took our honeymoon to.....guess where?  Lake Vermilion!

We arrived in the evening, as it was a long drive from South Dakota.  We slept in late and meandered down to the dock to rent a boat and motor.

The resort owner said to us that fishing was the poorest he had seen for years.  No one had caught a thing for days.  He was discouraged and said to us that we should have been fishing early in the morning, rather than at high noon. "You ain't gonna find any fish biting anywhere!"

Besides that, he was trying to instruct Patrick how to run the motor and warned us not to have two inexperienced people get lost.

Little did he know that Patrick was a master at running a motor boat and was a keen observer of checking landmarks so we would hot get lost.  Remember?  He was a forester and worked in Alaska and a master at land marks, boat motors, etc.

We started off at dead noon.  Patrick said:  "See that island over there?  Let's start there."  I was the one fishing and he ran the motor slowly for towing. We had a ball. My dad said long ago to use a Prescott Spinner. You probably know what happened. 

Finally, Patrick thought we had better head back, as it was getting dark.  As we approached the main dock, there were many people there looking and looking for that lost couple that had probably drowned or gotten lost among the hundreds of islands.

They made a sigh of relief when they saw us coming back.

"Ya probably did catch anything.  We told ya!"  They were mistaken because, as we got out of the boat Patrick reached over the side of the boat and hauled up a stringer of big Wall-eyed Pike.

The excitement started.  What did you use for bait?  Tell us!  We told them we used a Prescott Spinner.

The next morning we got up lazy again and sauntered down to the dock.  Everyone was standing around.  When we took off, we noticed they all followed us.   We found an island again to fish and looked around at all the boats that had followed us to this very spot.

We ( meaning me) caught another huge stringer full.  To our observation no one around us that followed us caught anything.

Hope you enjoyed this twist in my writings about Patrick.  I will add that we bought a bigger boat used in the ocean. Patrick re-did the whole thing, seats and all, an made the transom higher.  With two 35 Johnson motors we had a ball with the boat, taking our children on many adventures to fish.

SALU for now.

ANNE

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[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK H. BELLRINGER - COLLEGE DAYS--THE STRUGGLE - FEBRUARY 17, 2021

ANNE:  The struggle that Patrick had in getting his education at the University of Minnesota shall continue for today.

Before I start this next experience, I shall mention what Patrick told me time and time again.  He would dream about college and attending classes, except he either lost his books or he could not find the classroom to which he was to attend for a certain class.

 

He would dream that the time to get to the next class what not enough to search where the next building was located.

Well, those dreams were real in a sense, as he had to get to the next class in a different building way across campus, so he had to almost run there to get on time. 

 

I recall him telling me, though, about a Chemistry Class he was required to take.  Of course, his advisor would help him with his required schedule.  The Chemistry class he was to attend was set up and he arrived to the classroom in time.

As he sat in his desk, he turned to talk to the fellow to his right.  "What major are you studying at this time?"  The fellow answered, "Medical Doctor".  Patrick began to feel queezy.  He asked the student at his left the same question. 

 

Yup, you guessed it!  "I am studying to be a medical doctor."

It was then that Patrick realized he was in a very advanced class of medical students, and their courses where much more difficult and involved that the regular chemistry taught to one going into education, such as Patrick. 

 

He tried to get reassigned from his advisor but all the educational classes in chemistry where filled.

Well, the experience began.  There was a required 4 hour lab that was held  of which Patrick had to attend.  On this particular day the students were to "pie-pet"  chemicals that were extremely dangerous. 

 

He had never done such in a lab before but he was trying to get it done properly.  All the other "doctor students" where whizzing through these experiments, as if they had done it a million times, which they probably had.

Here was Patrick trying to get the experiments correct when the teacher approached him.  "Bellringer, what is your major?," he demanded. 

Patrick looked up and said "Education". The teacher answered , "What in the world are you doing in THIS class?  It's for doctors, not education students!"

Patrick explained that he tried to get into the proper class, but his advisor stuck him in this advanced medical class, and all the other classes were filled.  The professor shook his head in disbelief.  Well, he said: "You will just have to make it in here and it's going to be tough, young man!

Patrick said he never studied so hard in his life. 

 

We lived in a small house in Minneapolis with a basement,  Patrick went down there and memorized all the chemical equations by making a lyric of words.  He said he passed the class with an average grade.

He remembers taking the test and with his memory of the lyrics he got the questions correct.  After class a student would approach him and ask, "What did you have for question 7? 

 

Patrick answered, "What question was that?"  You see it was just memory work and not real learning and when the test was over,Patrick put it out of his mind.

The trouble with higher education in some cases is that it is memory work to repeat what the professor wanted.  It was not real learning where you asked questions and had a dialogue with the teacher.

That, my friends, is how Patrick taught his classes, and the students learned!  It was not just rote memory.

Hope you enjoyed this experience of Patrick's.  Many of you readers probably have had the same experience.

SALU for now.

Stay tuned.............

ANNE

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2-16-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK H. BELLRINGER -COLLEGE DAYS--THE STRUGGLE- FEBRUARY 16, 2020

 

ANNE:   There have been several colleges and Universities that Patrick has attended in his long search for the Truth.  There have been some difficult classes, but some actually were a surprise to him.

As you know from the biography I wrote about Patrick, he taught Science Education and Physics for 18 years in two different schools.

He had already obtained a degree in Forestry Management, a Master's Degree  in Theology from New York Biblical Seminary and another Master's degree from the Methodist School of Theology in Kansas City, Mo.

Patrick spent several years in the Methodist ministry in South Dakota and Washington State.  I already told you one of his great experiences was the one about Revolution.

After all these experiences and degrees, Patrick was still not satisfied, as he  had not found that for which he was searching.  He left the ministry and decided to be a teacher.

You have probably read several of his articles about Christianity, and If you have not done so, it would be wise, as it would give you the answer of why he left the ministry.

Now I am going to add one about his experiences at the University of Minnesota where he obtained a degree in Science Education.  When he started his classes there he had hundreds of college and graduate credits.

When he talked to his advisor he was told what classes he needed to take in order to complete the degree.  One particular class was on in Education.  Patrick explained to his advisor that he had taken that very class before, and even showed him on his transcript the class.  Did the Advisor listen?  Absolutely not.  He told Patrick he had to take this particular class.

So, guess what?  Patrick took the class.  The teacher was a younger person, as many of the teachers were graduate students, who were given a class to teach.  As I remember, this particular teacher was a graduate student.

Patrick knew everything she was teaching even before she taught it to the class who were in their 2nd or 3rd year of education at the University.  Patrick was the oldest in the class, and would be called upon if no one knew the answer to the teacher's questions.

The teacher wondered about this older student.  Why was he in her class?  Well, the culmination came one day a few days after the class had begun.

Patrick heard her lecture and knew exactly what the next day's class was to be.  He came early to class and re-arranged the desks in a circle.  The other students said nothing, but just came in the classroom and sat down at a desk.

The teacher came into the room and was completely taken back.  She was going to surprise the students by re-arranging the desk, but it had already been done.  She taught the class and after the hour was over she asked Patrick to stay and talk.

"Why are you taking this class?  Did you arrange these desks?"  she said.  Patrick replied, "Yes, I did so.  I have had this class before but my advisor insisted that I take it."

"Well, you do not belong in my class.  I am giving you a grade of A.  You have completed this class and do not have to come back again."  Patrick took the document from her and left.  He was relieved he did not have to waste his time attending a class he did not need to take.

This is just one experience, and there are more so...

Stay tuned....

ANNE

 

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2-15-21

[NEW] PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK H. BELLRINGER -COLLEGE DAYS--THE STRUGGLE- FEBRUARY 15, 2020

ANNE:  Patrick has asked me to pen some of the experiences he had during his collage career.  I say career, as he obtain 500 college and graduate credits over a period of time.

He especially wanted me to tell of some of the experiences he had attending the University of Utah at Logan, Utah.

Patrick was one of the top students in high school   After high school graduation he took a job at Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing--along with a cast on his left leg.

What, you say?  Patrick, his younger brother M., and a friend loved tobogganing.  On this particular excursion going down a steep hill covered with brush, his brother let go of Patrick's left leg,  When tobogganing with two or more people the person in front must  hold up the legs  of the person behind when two of more persons are on the toboggan.   In this case there were three on board.  Patrick was the third person and his brother, M. was hold his legs. Guess what happened.  M. let go of Patrick's left leg.

 

Patrick's leg, now loose, struck a brush stump which broke it including protrudingn bones.

With that accident and total leg cast, he still worked at MM and M propping his leg up with the crutch lodged in the desk drawer.

In the fall of the next year when his younger brother graduated from high school, they attended Bethal College. He paid the entire bill for both of them.

At the end of the semester he decided to go to River Falls College, MN. leaving M.to continue at Bethal.

During this time he decided he wanted to be a forester, and picked one of the best which was the University of Utah at Logan, Utah.  He still had some money saved up, and with $20.00 from his father he started off.

It was a struggle to keep enough money to attend, but he managed to get several jobs to help pay the way.  Let me tell you that forestry classes were demanding and extremely difficult, but he was determined.

He lived with two Mormon students in an apartment.  He challenged their beliefs even then, as he was raised a Christian.  I wish I could have heard those discussions, for he had them so confused about Mormonism, it was unbelievable. 

 

He worked as a janitor at the Presbyterian Church which demanded much of his week-end time.  I do not know how he did it, but he paid his way....every dime.

Now I want to tell you about just ONE class.  This is how he told it to me.

He had to have Organic Chemistry, but the class he wanted did not fit in his schedule.  Besides there were too many students, as the required class was full.   The school solved the problem for all the left-out students, and hired an outside person to teach the class.

The University hired a scientist from Thiokol Inc. to teach the class.  The company worked on space shuttles, etc.  Patrick and his roommate Buzz attended this class.

The teacher walked in, greeted the students and then turned to the blackboard.  He started writing the formulas and information on the board as fast as he could.  He covered the entire board from top to bottom and the side movable blackboard, as well.

The students stared at the black boards and tried their best to copy the formulas and information, struggling to understand what he had written like a mad man.

He turned around and said.."Any questions?"  No one spoke.  How could they?  They were overwhelmed at all he had written, and it was impossible to copy down all the information he had written in the time he gave the to do so.

"OK" he said.  With that he grabbed a very long eraser and wiped the boards clean as a whistle.  The class couldn't believe it.

Thanh he proceeded to cover the entire blackboards again, and again for a third time. I think he thought he was teaching all genius students, which was not the case.

 

Patrick and his roommate were totally floored, and I am  sure that all of the students felt the same.  In a couple of days or so this "professor" gave a test to the students.

When he brought the test results back to the class, he was rather down in spirits.  Not one student passed the test.  After that he was slower at giving information, as he realized the students were not all brilliant genious peope such as he, but it was still a  great struggle for all the students.

 

Patrick and his roommate agreed that each day one would copy the board formulas and the other would follow the Organic Science book, and take notes from what he said while furiously writing on the blackboard.  They would get together after class in the evening and try to decipher the information.  Patrick said he did pass the class but with a lower grade.

This scientist was NOT a teacher, and belonged to the elite ones working on space shuttles, as that is where he was in the first place.

When the classes were over in the spring, Patrick went to to the Black Hills and worked as a forester on the Custer District marking timber and fighting fire, but he, also, had a job at a gas station.  I often  wonder when he slept or ate.  He said he lived on sandwiches and chocolate milk,  and had rented a room at a home owned by an old lady.

WHEW!  What a struggle. 

 

Stay tuned................

 

ANNE

 

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2-13-21

 

ANNE: today I shell tell you another incident that demonstrates the great character of Patrick.  I told you before that when the situation calls for it, he would confront the trouble with a BANG!

This incident took place on the school bus.

Patrick had purchased a Ford car to drive to school later on in high school; however, as a freshman, he rode the school bus, along with his sister M.  They always sat in the front seat behind the driver.

Patrick took a class in Agriculture at the high school.  One of the assignments required bottles of samples. Patrick had carefully prepared everything.   Since he had a lot of books to carry he placed them on the bus seat next to his sister.  He returned back to the school room to bring his carefully prepared exhibit of samples back to the bus.  He did not want the risk of spilling or breaking them as it had snowed and the ground was slippery and sloppy wet.

This boy, Butch, as I will call him, was a bully and a big brat.  He was heavier and taller than Patrick and other students on the bus.  He always sat behind Patrick and M. and was constantly pulling M's hair or ripping her scarf off.  She told him to stop but he kept on laughing and doing it over and over.

This day was going to be a different one.

HERE GOES:

As Patrick approached the bus, he saw Butch take all his books and papers and toss them down the muddy wet bus isle.  The papers flew out all covered with water and mud.

Butch said, as he threw the school supplies down the isle, "I wonder whose junk this is!"

 

Patrick was seething mad.  As he approached the steps of the bus, he saw his books being thrown in the isle.  He had his exhibit and samples in his hands.  As he stepped further to get on the bus, Butch grabbed the poles of the bus in front and with a great force lifted his feet up and slammed Patrick in the chest.

Patrick flew backwards and his samples crashed to the ground with everything scattered, wet and broken glass everywhere.

So what did Patrick do?  Butch stood in the isle laughing and poking fun at this kid, who was smaller and did not weigh as must as over-weight Butch. 

Patirick got on the bus quietly and without any indication of being mad, he turned sideways and with his right arm extended he swung with a mighty force and hit Butch under the chin. 

 

The force of Patrick's arm hitting Butch was fascistic.  Butch was totaly surprised as he flew back over the seat to crash down in the next row.  He was sobbing and crying.

Patrick never said a word.  He just sat down by his sister, and heard to sobs of Butch.

Never again did this bully mess with Patrick or his sister.  The students laughed at Butch, and also had picked up all of Patrick's school supplies and tried to brush off the mud and dirt.

SO, that is Patrick's great character.

 

Stay tuned for the next time.

 

ANNE

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2-12-21

ANNE:  This experience took place when Patrick was a freshman at the Ellsworth High School in Ellsworth. Wisconsin.  Back in the 1950's it was not considered "cool" to wear bib overalls to school, as annyone, who wore them. was considered a "hick from the sticks". Patrick's older brother M. took one day of ridicule about his outdated bib overalls he wore to school.

He promptly cut the bib off and wore "half pants" that caused his mother to go into a rage.  You know who followed his example!   Patrick!  However, their mother not do anything about it, as all their bib overalls were fixed the same way and the cut-off bibs were disposed.  It would cost too much to have them all replaced with the traditional bibs.

You must understand that Patrick's mother was a staunch died-in-the-wool Christian, who followed literally all of Saul/Paul's writing in the New Testament of the Bible.

This meant women did not wear men's clothing i.e., jeans, etc.  Women were NOT to cut their hair and should keep their head covered in public.  The list went on and on.

However, Patrick still was greeted in high school as the "hick-from-the-sticks".

As a freshman in high school, he weighed about 120 lbs, and  was  of medium height.  He was not a loud and aggressive person, but was well aware of how others thought of little old farm kids.

One of his first classes was Physical Education in the big gymnasium. Patrick was already tired before school began. He had to get up early, do the farm chores and milk cows.  This takes time and work.  Now he had to stand in line and be prepared to show his strength and stamina for the teacher/coach of this physical education  He was bored to tears.

The teacher had a thick rope hanging from the 30 foot ceiling.  He lined up all the boys and one by one they were to climb the rope to the top.  Each boy tried to climb up the rope but could not even lift themselves off the floor.  They all failed. Patrick looked at the rope a and shook his head.  How many times had he climbed the rope to the barn loft to pitch hay to the cattle?  Or how many times did he do it just for fun to get away from this younger brother, who chased him many times to beat him up?

Well, there was one kid in line, who had to do the same thing that everyone else could not do. This kid grabbed the rope ad climbed the rope to the top in about a minute.  He slid down the rope to the floor with all eyes upon him.

The coach said.."OK!   Let's see if you can climb the rope with just your arms.  The boy did so to the top surprising the coach and all the other students.   He again lowered himself to the floor with great ease.

"You did a good job.  What is your name again?"

You guessed it, as the boy replied "Patrick",  The coach turned to the rest of the class and said:  "This is what I expect of all of you!  Good job, Patrick."

Patrick had earned the respect of these students.

 I have more to tell about his other classes especially --- one about  Bully-BUTCH

Stay tuned.

ANNE

 

PART 4:  EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK H. BELLRINGER SCHOOL DAYS--FEBRUARY 12, 2020

 

ANNE:  This experience took place when Patrick was a freshman at the Ellsworth High School in Ellsworth. Wisconsin.  Back in the 9050's it was not considered "cool" to wear bib overalls to school, as annyoe, who wore them. was considered a" hick from the sticks. Patrick's older brother M. took one day of ridicule about his outdated bib overalls he wore to school.

 

He promptly cut the bib off and wore "half pants" that caused his mother to go into a rage.  You know who followed his example!   Patrick!  However, their mother not do anything about it, as all their bib overalls were fixed the same way and the cut-off bibs were disposed of.  It would cost too much to have them all replaced with the traditional bibs. 

 

You must understand that Patrick's mother was a staunch died-in-the-wool Christian, who followed literally all of Saul/Paul/s writing in the New Testament of the Bible.

 

This meant women did not wear men's clothing i.e., jeans, etc.  Women were NOT to cut their hair and should keep their head covered in public.  The list went on and on.

 Patrick still was greeted in high school as the hick-from-the-sticks'

 

As a freshman in high school he weighed about 120 lbs, and  was  of medium height.  He was not a loud and aggressive person, but was well aware of how others thought of little old farm kids.

One of his first classes was Physical Education in the big gymnasium.  . Patrick was already tired before school began. He had to get up early, do the farm chores and milk cows.  This takes time and work.  Now he had to stand in line and be prepared to show his strength and stamina for the teacher/coach of this physical education  He was bored to tears.

The teacher had a thick rope hanging from the 30 foot ceiling.  He lined up all the boys and one by one they were to climb the rope to the top.  Each boy tried to climb up the rope but could not even lift themselves off the floor.  They all failed. Patrick looked at the rope a and shook his head.  How many times had he climbed the rope to the barn loft to pitch hay to the cattle?  Or how many times did he do it just for fun to get away from this younger brother, who chased him many times to beat him up?

 

Well, there was one kid in line, who had to do the same thing that everyone else could not do. This kid grabbed the rope ad climbed the rope to the top in about a minute.  He slid down the rope to the floor with all eyes upon him.

The coach said.."OK!   Let's see if you can climb hjis rope with just your arms.  The boy did so to the top surprising the coach and all the other students.   He again lowered himself to the floor with great ease.

"You did a good job.  What is your name again?"

 

You guessed it, as the boy replied "Patrick"  The coach turned to the rest of the class and said:  ""This is what I expect of all of you!.  Good job, Patrick."

Patrick had earned the respect of these students

 

I have more to tell about his other classes and one called Butch.....

Stay tuned.

ANNE

 

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2-11-21

PART 4: EXPERIENCES OF PATRICK H. BELLRINGER -EARLY SCHOOL DAYS THE WILLOW TREE- FEBRUARY 11, 2020

 

ANNE:  This is a great experience Patrick had when he attended the on-room school.  He was an excellent student and never disrupted the classes in any manner.

He was, also, the one to confront an unfair situation that would occur and try and make it right.

This incident happened concerning a willow tree, if you can believe it.

The school was located a mile from his farm home. There was enough land for the children to run and play ball.  There was, however, one very large willow tree that many of the children climbed every day for years.  Patrick was one of them, and could climb like a monkey to the very top of the tree.  Hardly anyone could climb that far, but not Patrick!

There was no problem with the teacher concerning climbing the willow tree until.....

You guessed it!  A new teacher had been hired for the year.  She lad down certain rules everyone was to obey without question.  There was to be no talking during any class period by anyone unless the teacher gave permission.  They were to keep their desk jneat and clean.  No one was to move out of their desk unless they asked permission.

The children all knew this before with other teachers and had obeyed all these "rules" that were never written or spoken.

This teacher made the rule of rules that disturbed Patrick.  She demanded that no one could climb the willow tree outside, as she was not going to be responsible for any injury that might occur.

Patrick was disturbed by her edict.  He had climbed the tree many times as had other students and there was never any injury.

It was not long before Patrick made his move.  He climbed to the highest part of the tree during recess time.  When he climbed the forbidden tree some students said: "Patrick. the teacher will catch you!  You are going to get  it!  You better get down before she sees you."  That did not phase Patrick. When the bell rang to return to class the teacher noticed right away that Patrick was not at his desk.

The teacher demanded of the class:  "Where is Patrick?"  No one responded.  She asked again and no one revealed what they knew.

She stomped outside to see where her lost student was hiding.  Finally she saw him at the top of the willow tree.  "Patrick, you come down immediately!"

"You com up and get me!"  was the answer she heard.

 With a loud voice she again shouted: :"I said to come down, now!

Again she heard Patrick: "You come up and  get me!"

The teacher was furious and told Patrick, "I am going to tell your father how disobedient  you are!!!"  With that said she turned around and stomped back to the classroom.

Patrick stayed in the tree a bit longer and then went back to class.  Not another word was spoken about the tree.

Sure rough, she came to the family farm and told Patrick's father how disobedient Patrick was and that he had broken her rule about not to climb that willow tree.  He refused to come down!  He needed to be punished for this drastic misbehavior.

She left.  Patrick's father understood the whole situation.  He turned to Patrick and said,. "Patrick, I guess you had better not climb the tree anymore".  That is all he said.  Patrick obeyed his father, and to this day he still is the one to confront that which is unfair.

He and his friend David, where the top students in that school.  He earned the respect of that teacher, as well.

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2-9-21

ANNE:  Patrick attended a one-room country school for the first 8 years of his education.  I would surmise that most of you readers would not be familiar with this kind of education.  Of course the senior citizens like me (!!) would remember and education such as this! 

Back in the 1940's when Patrick attended school there were no school buses to transport the country children to any town school.  There was a one-room school house 1 mile from the farm where Patrick lived. 

His day started early, as chores came first....check the chickens, feed the cattle, clean around the stanchions where the cattle were contained ready for milking, and then milk the cows by hand.  No miking machines were even heard of back in those days! Then it was a rush to eat breakfast, gather all school supplies and walk a mile to school.  He walked in rain, snow, cold or hot weather, as it did not matter.  After school it was a rush to get home and help with milking and complete the daily chores.  After supper if there was any minute left, he would try to study if he had homework. 

A one-room school was education for all 8 grades by one teacher.  The subjects were basic, and they learned!  There was no discipline problem either!  The subjects were English (Reading), Math, Social Studies (History) Science and Spelling,  Art was taught periodically, but not every day.

As I said before, Patrick was held back by his mother to start school at age 7 rather than age 6.  He wanted to learn, so he studied the books that his older sister, M., would bring home.  By the time he entered school he already knew most of the 1st grade materiel.  First grade was a breeze. 

The teacher would start with a subject, such as Reading(English) and teach each grade for a short time.  Patrick would quickly complete any assignments for first grade and then pay attention to the lessons to learn as a 2nd grader.  That was how he learned from each grade she taught.  He was a top student, along with his friend, David.

He remembers one teacher, and I believe the name was Miss Richie.  She was an excellent teacher, especially in English, as Patrick learned correct grammar, spelling,  writing and composition.   You know that already by all the writings he did for Fourwinds.

Did he ever have a class in physical education?  Are you kidding?  Recess time was physical education for Patrick.  He had a younger brother, who was bigger and continually chased Patrick the entire recess time in order to beat him up.    Patrick was tough and ran like a deer.   His brother never caught him.  Later on I shall tell you the time of conflict with his brother that was quite serious.

Patrick was the kind of person that if something was very wrong he would be the one to confront the situation and clear it up.  The following incident is one of them.

One day a Mother brought her son to school.  ( I will call him Benny) This was very unusual to have a mother bring a child to school holding his hand..  This little boy was a spoiled brat.   His mother gave him whatever he wanted or desired.   If he didn't get what he wanted he would whine and cry and throw a fit.

This kind of bringing up was the way he acted at recess time.  He whined and cried until all the children played what HE wanted.  If they refused he would scream and cry until they gave in.  It wasn't long until all the children were totally sick of this kid.  It was then that Patrick took charge.

He walked over to the cry-baby, and took him by the arms, laid him on the ground and sat on him holding his arms so he could not move.  The boy started to cry.  Patrick looked at him and said:  "Look!  You are going to stop making us play YOUR games ALL the time by screaming and cryihg uhtil you get your way!  You will behave and stop This nonsense.  We are NOT your mommiek=, who gives you anything you want!  We are not going to put up with your childish behavior any more.  We will play your games sometimes, but you will play OUR games, too.  Yoy will act normal and not be a cry-baby!"

The boy still cried.  Patrick said "When you stop your whining and crying I will let you go.  You must promise to do as I said.  Got that?"  Benny mumbled that he would do what he was told.  Patrick let the boy go.  He got up and ran down the road to mommie and home.

All the other children were standing around agreeing with what Patrick was doing.  The bell rang for them to return to class.  They were seated and quiet.  The teacher noticed the empty desk of Benny." Where is Benny?"   No one said a word.  One student looked out the window.

"Oh, there he is!  He is running down the road!"  The teacher ran out of the school and started after Benny yelling and yelling but he just kept going.  She came back to the school house all hot and flustered to demand what happened.  No one said a word.

Guess, who was a perfect student when he returned to school?

I have more to tell about the willow tree.....

Until next time...

ANNE

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ANNE:  Patrick attend a one-room country school for the first 8 years of his education.  I would surmise that most of you readers would not be familiarwith this kind of education.  Of course the senior citizens like me (!!) would remember and education such as this. 

Back in the 1940's when Patrick attended school there were no school buses to transport the county children to any town school.  There was a one room school house 1 mile from the farm where Patrick lived. 

His day started early, as chores came first.  Gather the eggs, feed the cattle, clean around the stanstions where the cattle were contained ready for milking.  Then milk the cows by hand.  No miling machines were even heard of back in those days! Then it was a rush to eat breakfast, gather all school supplies and walk a mile to school.  He walked in rain, snow, cold or hot it did not matter.   Then after school it was a rush to get home and help with milking and complete the daily chores.  Aftwe supper if there was any minute left, he would try to study if he had homework. 

A one-room school was education for all 8 grades by one teacher.  The subjects were basic, and they learned!  There was no discpline problem either!  The subjects were English (Reading), Math, Social Studies (History) Science and Spelling,  Art was taught periodically, but not every day.

As I said before, Patrick was held back by his mother to start school at age 7 rather than age 6,  He wanted to learn so he studied the books that his older sisterm M. would bring home.  By the time he entered school he already knew most of the 1st grade materiel.  First grade was a breeze. 

The teacher would start with a subject, such as Reading(English) and teach each grade for a short time.  Patrick would quickly complete any assignments for first grade and then pay attention to the lessons to learn as a 2nd grader.  That was how he learned from each grade she taught.

He remembers one teacher, and I believe the name was Miss Richie.  She was an excellent teacherk espeically in English, as Patrick learned correct grammer, spelling,  writing and compositon.   You inow that already by all the writings he did for Fourwinds.

Did he ever have a class in physical education?  Are you kidding?  Recess time was physical eduation for Patrick.  He had a younger brother, who was bigger and continually chased Patrick the ehtire recess time in order to beat him up.    Patrick was tough and ran like a deer.   His brother never caught him.  Later on I shall tell you the time of conflict with his brother that was serious.

Patrick was the kind of person that if something was very wrong he would be the one to confront the situation and clear it up.  The follwing incident is one of them.

One day a Mother brought her son to school.  ( I will call hi Benny) This was very unusual.  This little boy was a spoiled brat. .  His mother gave him whatever he wanted or desired.   If he didn't get what he wanted he would whine and cry and throw a fit.

This kind of bringing up was the way he acted at recess time.  He whined ahd cried until all the children played what HE wanted.  If they refused he would scream and cry until they gave in.  It wasn't long until all the chldren were totally sick of this kid.  It was then that Patrick took charge.

He walked over to the cry-baby, and took him by the arms, laid him oh the ground and sat on him holding his arms so he could not move.  The boy started to cry.  Patrick looked at him and said.  "Look!  You are going to stop making us of play YOUR games ALL the time!  You will behave and stop your whining and crying.  We are not going to put up with your childish behavior any more.  We will play your games sometimes, but you will play OUR games. 

The boy still cried.  Patrick said "When you stop your whining and crying I will let you go.  You must promise to do as I said.  Got that?"  Benny mumbled that he would do what he was told.  Patrick let the boy go.  He got up and ran down the road to mommie and home.

All the other childrenwere standing around agreeing with what Patrick was doing.  The bell rang for them to returh to class.  They were seated and quiet.  The teacher noticed the empty desk of Benny. Where is Benny?   No one said a word.  One student looked out the window.

"Ohk there he is!  He is running down the road!"  The teacher ran out of the school and started after Benny yelling ahd yellinb but he just kept going.  She came back to the school house all hot ahd botherd to demand what happehed.  No one said a word.

Guess who was a perfect student wheh he returned to school?

I have more to tell about the wiillow tree.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2-8-21

ANNE:  Today I am beginning a "new chapter" of life experiences of Patrick H. Bellringer.  Patrick asked me to pen them starting as a young boy, and go chronologically in experiences, as he got older.  So here goes:

As a young child, Patrick lived with his older brother and sisters, his mother a father and grandfather on a farm near Pepin, Wisconsin.  This farm and all the building were built by hand by his grandfather.  Clarence, Patrick's father. helped build the farm including the house.  All of Clarence's family lived with the grandfather at this farm.

Tension grew between the grandfather and Patrick's father.   Patrick's father did not get along well with his father, and the 4 children had to be like little mice not making any sound and to live as if they were not seen nor heard.  His mother had to do all the cooking, cleaning and was really like a maid. 

It was in 1938, as I remember, when Patrick was 4 years old that his father bought a farm some distance away near Ellsworth, Wisconsin.  It was a very difficult move, as his father had to haul by wagon all the farm supplies and equipment to the farm. Patrick, even at age 4 had to help with the move.  The move included the mild cow that were his  father's along with had and feed.The farm was 120 acres of land, but was covered with thick Canadian thistle.  Patrick said the thistles towered above him.

Not only that, but the people that were living in the house refused to move.  They were evicted, but they disobeyed the orders and refused to leave.  Patrick's father, Mother and the 4 children were cramped in the small living room trying to survive.  As I recall, the sheriff had to come and physically remove the people living illegally in the house.

Even at the age of 4 Patrick helped with the farm work.  He said he had to help chop down the tall thistle so they could plow the land for crops.  He helped with chores and started helping with the milking of the milk cows by hand.  He tossed hay from the loft, cleaned stalls, took care of the many chickens and did all he could to help without any complaint. 

He remembers the terrible storm of Nov. 11, 1940.  It is known as the worst blizzard to hit Wisconsin.  He said that day was sunny and warm, but all of a sudden the wind started up and the cold air swished in quickly.  The horses, used for plowing came running to the barn but had to stop and roll to remove the ice and snow that even clogged their nostrils.  Patrick said the barn still had open windows so he helped his father take cardboard to close them up so the cattle would not freeze.

Patrick said the drifts of snow towered 20 feet high and several feet of snow on the ground with winds 60 mph along with 20+ degrees below zero.

You can see that Patrick's early life was a struggle for survival coupled with hard and continuous work.

When his older sister, V. did not pass the first  grade in the one room country school to which they attended, his mother said she had started at too young of an age.  Because of this Patrick's  mother held him back a year and let him start school at age 7.   Patrick started to learn by himself from the material his older sister M., would bring home from school, and learned quickly by himself even before he was allowed to start school. 

He was a brilliant student, and knew all the first grade material even before starting school.

All life was not easy even then for he had to walk a mile to school--rain, snow, cold or hot, it did not matter.  Plus that, he had to get up early to help with chores before school.  He had to carry his lunch bucket with him.  Always it was a peanut butter sandwich and a maybe a apple along with some milk,  When I say milk it would be like skim milk as every ounce of cream was removed in order to sell to help with the cost of the farm.

(I will intersect here moment.  I have tasted that milk and it was the worse stuff I ever drank.  All of our children felt the same.  All I could say was Yuk!)

Well this is a start.  There are several memorable experience that Patrick told me that shall be added as each day passes.  He always remembered the cry-baby.,,,,,

That's all for now.......

Anne