Person:Katherine Hentz (1)

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1. ↑ ^{1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3} Social Security Death Index.
2. ↑ 1911 Canada Census
   Saskatchewan, Assinboia, District 207, page 20, family 234.
3. ↑ ^3.0 3.1 , (I)Ellensburg Daily Record, Ellensburg, Washington, .
   Katherine I Stoltman obituary; 30 April 2001.
4. ↑ "Interview with Dolly Hentz Tompkins with ," .
   Dolly Hentz Tompkins; July 2012; Karen Martin; written notes.
5. ↑ ^5.0 5.1 , Vol 20, doc 1696, Washington, Kittitas County; Office of the Secretary of State; Washington State Archives,
   Katherine Stoltman.
6. ↑ Notes gleaned from conversations between Katherine Hentz Stevenson Stoltman and her grandson Stewart Martin.
   Summer 1991.
7. ↑ ^7.0 7.1 , Vol 20, doc 1696, Washington, Kittitas County; Office of the Secretary of State; Washington State Archives,
   Katherine Isabel Stoltman; Declartion of Intent.
8. ↑ Find A Grave
   Katherine Stoltman, memorial #133884142.
9. ↑                                                                                                 June 28, 1994
               Mygrandchildren would like a family history, so I will attempt to write one.
               In 1915, when I was the age of five,my parents and I, two sisters and two brothers moved to a homestead in NorthEastern Montana, Valley County. My memories of the trip are quite vague, but mymother and some of us children went by automobile, I think it was about 75miles. A highlight of the trip was when we passed a hay wagon pulled by a teamof horses. The wagon was piled high with our household goods, and the milk cowwas tied on behind.
               Previously we lived at Estevan,Saskatchewan, Canada until I was three. We five older children were born there.Then dad bought a livery stable in La Fleche, Saskatchewan, Canada where welived for two years. However, he wanted us to grow up Americans, so he bought arelinquishment on a farm near Thoeny, Montana, where I lived many years. Roadswere wagon trails only, and buffalo trails ran through our land, and a buffalowallow was not far from our house.
               Our farm home consisted of one largeroom, with outdoor plumbing, but dad was a carpenter and stone mason by trade,so it wasn’t long until a living room, bed room and porch off the kitchen wasbuilt on. It was always outdoor plumbing, as there was no electricity at thattime. There was a water barrel or two, and evenings we each took a bcket andcarried water from the well, so mother would have water to cook and wash.
               Ours was a very plain existence, butSunday mother would fix Jello, and we would hang it down the well to set. Motherwould play her concertina and teach us songs and dances. She insisted that weall clean up and dress for Sunday, and stay that way all day. Our long hairwould be shampooed on Saturday with tar soap and rain water, then wrapped onrags to dry in curls for Sunday.
               In a short while, land was donatedfor a school, and dad with the help of neighbors built a one room school house.It was also a community center for Sunday School and programs. Brother VanOrsdel, the circuit rider minister, would come and preach. My dad was not areligious man, but my older brother once remarked that old Nellie, the buggyhorse, was harnessed a ready for us to drive to Sunday School. It is a goodthing dad didn’t see us racing the neighbor children on the way home! We justknew old Nellie couldn’t be beaten.
               For six years, I went to school atthe Nott School in summer, and sometimes dad moved us to town in the winterwhere he found work. Winter school then.
               There was a near by pond to theschool, so a kind neighbor loaned the students his row boat at noon, to paddlearound, and many times the oars really flew fast to get us in school before thesecond bell.
               Our other recreation at school wasbaseball and anti over. Friday afternoons we had art and music, which we allloved.
               I was an avid reader at that time,and borrowed many books from friends and neighbors, and read what we had athome many times.
               In 1921, our school consolidated, andwe went 2 ½ miles to Thoeny. The school had more pupils, and that was good, aswe got to know boys and girls from other areas.
               In those days we took state exams atHinsdale, Montana, in History and Geography, to qualify for seventh and eighthgrades. So then I had to attend school in town. Tom and I were place in homesin Glasgow, where we worked out our board and room. I was in a private home andTom at a dairy, but we both had to work very hard, so one day we took theskidoo to Hinsdale and then home via the mail truck to Thoeny. We were sentback to school, but Tom got room and board working at a livery stable, as heliked horses, and I lived at the rooming house and restaurant in conjunction withthe livery stable, and we got through that year. Education didn’t come easy.That was in Hinsdale.
               At Thoeny my father had a smallprint shop and newspaper, The Thoeny Review. During vacation, I helped him inthe print shop, and that was a very educational experience.
               Our recreation at Thoeny was mostlyfamily oriented. It consisted of picnics, local rodeos, and dances, to all ofwhich my parents took us until we were older. We went by buggy or wagon orbobsled depending on the time of year. The dances were fun and there was lotsof musical talent among our neighbors. It wasn’t difficult to get three or fourmusicians to play for a dance at the big hall in Thoeny. Dances, meetings, andeven roller skating was held there.
               Fuel was a real problem. In our areathere is no timber. In the summer mother cooked on a kerosene range, in thewinter a coal range served to cook and bake, and help heat the house. We had asmall round oak heater in the living room. Dad and the boys and neighbors wouldgo to the coal mines in late fall, and haul home several loads of coal withteam and wagon. Supplementary cooking fuel for summer was generally cut up sagebrush or prairie coal, or as one neighbor called it, Kershaw. Some peoplefilled bins in the summer time. A box was always by the range.
               Drip dry clothing was unknown then,we ironed with flat irons heated on the range, but that resulted in a hot fireon a hot day, so momma bought a gasoline iron. It was so nice and light to ironwith, but I would end up a session of ironing with a sick headache. All our clothingwas ironed, and some even damped down and starched for the next day.       
               As Imentioned before, water was hauled to a barrel for washing clothes. Many thingswere rubbed on the washboard by hand, then put in a boiler of boiling water,boiled and rinsed at least twice, then hung on the line to dry. Bluing wasadded to the white clothes to keep them from yellowing. In time we had a handoperated washing machine. It was made of wood and had a wringer attached.Turning the wringer was hard work and often times, one of my brothers would becalled to help.
               My father peeked [sp] out our farmincome by doing carpenter work, and also drove and delivered the mail on theroute. Several winters we moved to town, where dad found employment, and weattended school, then back to the farm in the summer for summer school.
               As I remarked before, we lived avery plain existence, but I never felt deprived or underprivileged. We weretaught very strict standards of living, which I think has stayed with all ofus.
               It is always interesting to know howpeople meet. Mother’s brother, Harry Adams, had a farm at Estevan,Saskatchewan, Canada. Dad had one adjoining his. Mother came to live with herbrother, Harry, and soon met dad, and they were married. Harry Adams marriedRhoda Pie.
   Five children were born when my folks lived on the farm.
               John August                            March 13, 1905
               Jean Gertrude                         June 25, 1906
               Thomas Harry                         March 16, 1908
               Katherine Isabel                      April 19, 1910
               Dolly Lorene                           October 24, 1912
   At Hinsdale
               Marjorie Edith                         October 25, 1924
   Katherine and Harold Stevenson were married November 4, 1926 at Havre,Montana. Five children were born to them…
   In February of 1934, Harold Stevenson was injured and died three dayslater at Kennedy Deaconess Hospital in Glasgow.
   November 2, 1938, Katherine and Joe Stoltman were married in Seattle.Three boys were born to that union…
   Joe Stoltman passed away of cardiac arrest February 4, 1986 at home. Hewas born January 6, 1908.
   I hope I have not drawn this out too long and that you will enjoy it.
                                                               Love,
    
                                                               KatherineStoltman
                                                               84years old
10. ↑ Katherine's husband died in Feb 1934 leaving her with 5 small children, living in a cabin on the Milk River in Montana. It had no running water and no electricity.
    When her sister, Dolly, died in October that year, Katherine received her insurance money and that allowed her the opportunity to go to Seattle and attend beauty school.
11. ↑ According to Katherine, they moved to Montana because her father wanted the kids to go to American schools.