The Gift of Laughter

I am a writer. I write about heritage. My first book, The Gift of Laughter, was about the heritage I received by virtue of being born to a particular family in a particular place and time. The book I am working on now is about living with that heritage.  Some of that new writing will appear on the blog that is part of this website.  I post on the first weekend of each month. There is a place to subscribe located either on the blog sidebar or below “Previous Articles” (which location depends on your device).

This website also preserves material from the research done for The Gift of Laughter. It can be accessed by clicking on Genealogy in the Tool Bar. Much of that material is also in the Archives, which can be accessed at the bottom of the page. My original website, which contains material that is neither in the book or on this website, can be accessed through the following link: lwillemsmennostory.blogspot.com

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California Mennonite

My father, Jacob Willems, was the fifth of the fifteen children born to Jacob C. and Lena Zimmerman Willems, who, in 1919 moved their large family from a Mennonite community in Saskatchewan, Canada to another Mennonite community—this one in the rich farmland surrounding the small towns of Reedley and Dinuba in California’s great Central Valley. Most of the Mennonites who settled in this fertile farmland prospered. Jacob and Lena did not. They struggled to survive, yet the stories their children told were filled with laughter.

I grew up surrounded by aunts and uncles who laughed and sang and told stories. The time was the 1940s, the decade dominated by World War II. My aunts and uncles were young, caught up in the drama of that intense time.

“The Girls, c. 1944” My grandparents’ house was a house of women during WWII. Aunt Mary said, “We had so much fun, I didn’t care if I ever got married.

My family had fun. They laughed and they sang. Everyone in that family except Granpa, sang. My dad and his brothers sang in bars and taverns before they married. My aunts sang close harmony like the Andrews Sisters. They would gather around the piano and sing popular wartime songs like “Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy and Drinking Rum and Coca-Cola.

Grandma sang, too. She had a high, very distinctive voice that was much appreciated in the Mennonite Brethren churches. With her oldest daughters, Mary and Helen, she had toured MB churches on the West Coast all the way up into British Columbia in Canada.

Grandma was the center of the family, the one people loved to be around. Grandpa, on the other hand, was at the periphery of family life, spending his time outside the house, tending his garden, sleeping in a little trailer in the backyard of the house.

My grandparents seemed to live very separate lives. I didn’t ponder that separateness when I was a child, but I did take it in. It registered. There was something going on.  There was a story here. I could sense it.

Jacob & Lena Zimmerman Willems Wedding Portrait 1909

portrait of Jacob and Lena Zimmerman Willems, 1909

A large copy of this picture hung on my grandparents’ dining room wall. It intrigued me as a child and fascinates me even more now that I know its backstory.

The sense of my grandparents’ having a story, an interesting story, started when I was a child, stayed with me as I watched them live out their lives. When they died, first Grandma in 1963 and then Grandpa in 1964, I knew I wanted to write about them and their marriage. Over the years that story has grown, become more and more complex. Now, after twenty years of research, it includes stories of family who died long before I was born as well as the story of the world that produced them, the world of the people known as Mennonites.

The Zimmerman-Willems Marriage

Heinrich & Elisabeth with adult children c. 1915

Heinrich & Elisabeth (Boldt Willems) Zimmerman with their combined families c. 1915

My grandmother’s widowed father, Heinrich Zimmerman, married my grandfather’s widowed mother, Elisabeth Boldt Willems, in 1906, a marriage the family said was arranged by the Mennonite Brethren Church. In this photo, my grandmother Lena sits beside Heinrich, her father. My grandfather Jacob sits next to her at the end of the front row.

Jacob and Lena’s wedding took place on her sixteenth birthday. Jacob was twenty-five. In the photograph of the Zimmerman-Willems family Lena is about twenty-two years old, the mother of six children, all of whom were born on a homestead near Waldheim, Saskatchewan, Canada. She looks worn, tired.

My father and his siblings remembered their father as a harsh man, their parents’ marriage deeply troubled. Yet the end of my grandparents’ marriage was tender. In the year before her death Grandma suffered stroke after stroke. Grandpa patiently, lovingly cared for her. When she died he had no desire to live on without her. He died one year later. This transformation was a mystery that captured me, sustained the long years of research about their lives and the world that shaped them.

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Jacob & Lena Willems, Golden Anniversary 1959

 

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