Primus recalls life on the farm, and travels to Europe
Today you will hear the interesting story of Alphonse (Al) Primus, who was born in Melrose, in 1918, to William (Bill), and his wife, Rose Primus. The Primus family is originally from Meire Grove, where his grandfather was the first baby born there.
Al married Hildegard Wussow in 1946. That is the year they bought a farm near Bluffton. They have two children, a son and daughter, Harvey and Mary Lou.
Al said a fellow born and raised on a farm never had to learn to do it. Farming was raised into him somehow. It is what he knew, what he liked to do, so what he did. When he was older Al thought he might have been a teacher.
A trip to Germany, Italy, France and surrounding countries in 1978 was interesting. However, Al can't bring himself to use the adjective "enjoyed" when a main part of it in Germany was touring and the history of Dachau where Jews were tortured, like thrown in the furnaces before they were dead. Their guide had been so close to some of the worst spots in the camp, he couldn't bring himself to show them.
Some places on the tour didn't seem that far from home, not when they went past a McDonald's, John Deere, Ford and others. Cows living under the same roof as the farm family didn't impress Hildegard in a really good fashion, but they wondered what kind of an insect repellent they used as there were no flies.
Their menus were a mystery, unless sauerkraut and wieners were your choice, but Al has to admit they had great beer.
We couldn't help getting into a bit of political conversation and agreed more of everything, time, planning, manpower (soldiers) and money should be spent on the good old USA!
Why, we asked each other, does a candidate for president have to be a multimillionaire when another fellow within spitting distance, but without an impressive amount of cash to cloud his reasoning, might make a better a better president but can't even run?
Such intense heavy thinking netted dead silence for the next 3 minutes, then it was Hildegard's time to visit. She still lives on the farm she went to as a bride 65 years ago, where Al will be returning to one of these days.
By the way, Al thinks the only way to raise kids is to try and think like a kid.
Last week one day I happened to be near the area a bean bag toss game was going on among about 30 residents. Then one of those rascals said, "Let's throw at her," meaning me.
Well, shucks, I'm a good sport and besides, how much damage could a bean bag do? I stood in the middle of a circle and even promised to put their names in this column if they hit me.
They were Jerry Ament, Fred Branstner, Marge Schmidt, Vera Derby, and Rachel Lanz, wouldn't you know it?