Friday, December 6, 2024

Ruth Miriam Siems (1931-2005) Inventor of Stove Top Stuffing

The Women of Evansville & Newburgh, IN

Ruth Miriam Siems (1931-2005)
Inventor of Stove Top Stuffing
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

Ruth Miriam Siems was born at Deaconess Hospital (Midtown), Evansville, Indiana, 20 Feb 1931 to Werner Siems and Ruth Matilda Louise Kroeger. Both Werner and Ruth's lineage can be easily traced to Germany. Werner's father was born in Altenebstorf and Ruth's grandfather was born in Hannover. Both Werner and Ruth were staunch Missouri Synod Lutherans who became members Sof The Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer in Evansville, Indiana after it was first opened 01 Dec 1928.

Ruth Siems
Courtesy Find-A-Grave

Werner Siems, an Iowa native, graduated from Concordia Teacher's College in River Forest, Illinois.  He then received a bachelor's degree from what was then called Evansville College, now The University of Evansville. His master's degree was from Indiana University. His life's work was as the principal of what was then called Redeemer Lutheran School, now Evansville Lutheran School. He also taught Sunday School at Redeemer Church on Sunday mornings and, for many years, was also the organist and choir director. [1] Ruth's mother was a kindergarten teacher at Harper Elementary in Evansville, IN. [2] (Click on photos to enlarge.) 

Redeemer Lutheran Church and School, 1929
816 Jefferson Street, Evansville
Courtesy: Historic Evansville

Werner and Ruth's eldest daughter, Ruth Miriam Siems, was a creative child. She loved to sew and craft, and, like her mother, according to Ruth's long-time friend, June Schwengel, Ruth was a talented cook. She made handwoven dresses and handbags. She took piano lessons from Marian Armstrong Vining at Evansville College. June thinks that Ruth, from her girlhood, knew that she wanted to be a home economist. Indeed, Ruth graduated from Purdue University in 1953 with a degree in Home Economics. While at Purdue, she also worked on the student magazine, The Scientist, and was pledged for the Gold Peppers Honor Society. She was a member of Zeta Tau Alpha, a women's fraternity founded to "intensify friendship and promote happiness." [3]

After her graduation from Purdue, she came back to Evansville to work for what had been the old Igleheart Mill, which had been bought out by General Foods in 1926. [4]  She worked in Product Research and Development, testing, among other things, Swans Down flour and cake mixes as part of Quality Control. June Schwengel mused that her cousin, Jane Wibbeler, who, according to her obit, was a secretary at Igleheart, "got sick of eating cake everyday!" After about four years of employment, Ruth, along with Jane, were tapped to work for a new General Foods Research Laboratory in White Plains, New York. The women settled in nearby Tarrytown, becoming roommates.

In the meantime, The Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer, in 1955, moved from their first location on Jefferson Avenue to a brand new building on Lincoln Avenue, across from what was then Evansville College. In my opinion, this church is one of the most beautiful churches in the world. I might be a bit biased, as I am a member there. The new build was of a modified Gothic design, designed by architect Jack Kinkle with general construction by Thorp Construction. [8] After the congregation moved to its new location, the growing Redeemer Lutheran School would take over the previous building on Jefferson Avenue until 1971. (Click on photos to enlarge)

Redeemer Lutheran Chancel
Taken from the balcony
Carolyn Ann Howard Collection

Present day
Courtesy: Google Maps
Proper Attribution Given

According to newspaper clippings, there was $40,000 budgeted for an organ "eventually to be installed." [9] But what was installed in 1955 was not a $40,000 pipe organ but a Hammond electronic organ, which the new Google AI feature says most likely cost less than $3,000. The Harding & Miller Music Company, located in downtown Evansville, was the proud seller of the organ to the church. Nor was Harding & Miller ignorant of this fabulous sale, taking out ads in the newspaper to let everyone know that Redeemer had installed one of their Hammond organs in their sanctuary. In a 1956 advertisement in the Sunday Courier & Press, Alfred Winter, the pastor of Redeemer at that time, allegedly had this to say of the organ: 
Certainly the glorious music of the Hammond gave added beauty to our Christmas services. In fact, its rich range of hundreds of beautiful church tones enhances all the music of the church. [10]
Color me skeptical that this quote came from any pastor's mouth, but anything can happen. At any rate, the Hammond organ would last less than 15 years. In 1968, the church installed its 53-rank Werner A. Siems Memorial Schlicker pipe organ, in honor of Ruth's father. It was dedicated March 31, 1968 with a concert by its consultant, Oswald G. Ragatz, Professor of Organ at Indiana University. [11] Specs for the organ can be found on our local American Guild of Organist's web site here. (Opens in a new window.) 

Redeemer's 1968 53-rank Schlicker organ
Courtesy Evansville Chapter
American Guild of Organists

In New York, Ruth was involved at Trinity Lutheran Church (LCMS) in Scarsdale, New York, which was near Tarrytown. She was active there, teaching Sunday school and being involved in the music program. Her roommate, Jane, however, had been a member at Methodist Temple here in Evansville, so she became active in the local Methodist Church. Unlike Ruth, Jane eventually returned to Evansville and married Norman Schmitt. "Ruth never seemed interested in being married," June continued. 

In a 1968 article in The Evansville Courier, Ann Hamman stated that Ruth was "at the moment involved in work on Minute Rice and Minute Rice mixes." [5] Indeed, General Foods owned many number one brands, including Jell-O, Maxwell House, and Post cereals, and all were in big demand with the new post-war class of working woman. Additionally, the company invested $100 million per year on the research and development of more and more convenience products. [6]

Ruth's biggest accomplishment came in 1971. Food companies across the board had been experimenting with boxed stuffing, but she is the one who came up with the idea of using yeast-based bread for texture and flavor, and also found the exactly correct size that each piece of stuffing would have to be in order to stand up to the addition of water when reconstituted. And so, Stove Top Stuffing was born. In the test market that was to follow, Ruth and her team would travel to see if home cooks were following the box directions and if the stuffing could hold up with either 10 percent below or above the correct amount of water. [7]

In 1985, Philip Morris bought General Foods for an astounding $5.8 billion in cash and laid off all workers over the age of 50, which included Ruth. [12] I don't know for sure, but I imagine that she was devastated, as it seems she very much enjoyed her work. She didn't seem to be lacking financially, however, and in 1987, she moved back to southwestern Indiana. Once here, she bought the now historic Cutteridge-Curtis home in Newburgh, Indiana. There, according to her obit, she collected and restored antique spinning wheels and looms. She continued to craft and to sew. She was also involved with the Newburgh Women's Club and admitted in an interview to eating Stove Top Stuffing "regularly." [13]

In her retirement, she became active once again in the church of her girlhood, The Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer. She helped to count the money and played in the handbell choir. She funded two different student's college careers at The University of Evansville and, according to Pastor Tom Wenig, "She was faithful in trying to keep [someone else's] head above water." [14] 


Cutteridge-Curtis Home
Google Maps
Proper Attribution Given

Ruth died suddenly in her Newburgh home in 2005 of a heart attack. Her obituary was featured in newspapers all across the nation and tributes poured in from everywhere. She was 74.

In nearby Santa Claus, Indiana, is a theme park called Holiday World. The Thanksgiving section features a coaster ride named "Good Gravy." A giant box of Stove Top Stuffing is featured in the ride as a tribute to "Ruth's stuffing." [15]

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1. “Noted School Leader Werner A. Siems Dies.” The Evansville Courier, 17 Nov. 1966, p. 20.

2. “Local Deaths.” The Evansville Press, 4 Oct. 1971, p. 11.

3. “About Zeta Tau Alpha.” Zeta Tau Alpha Fraternity, zetataualpha.org/about. Accessed 5 Dec. 2024.

4. Engler, Joe. “Historic Evansville.” Historic Evansville - Igleheart Bros,                                         historicevansville.com/site.php?id=igleheart2. Accessed 5 Dec. 2024.

5. “Lutherans to Lay Cornerstone Sunday.” The Evansville Press, 28 Sept. 1954, p. 21.

6. “Redeemer Church Gets Final Touches.” The Sunday Courier and Press, 31 July 1955, p. 6.

7. “Pictorial Highlights of the Week (Advertisement).” The Sunday Courier & Press, 8 Jan 1956, p. 12.

8. Surheinrich, Jeanne. “Front Row and Center.” Evansville Courier and Press, 26 Mar. 1968, p. 5.

9. Hamman, Ann. “Food Editors Continue Tasting and Testing.” Evansville Courier, 5 Nov. 1968, p. 8.

10. Hoover, Gary. “Forgotten Giant: General Foods.” Business History - The American Business History Center, 2 Dec. 2020, americanbusinesshistory.org/forgotten-giant-general-foods/.

11. Schleper, Anne. “Stove Top Pioneer.” The Evansville Courier, 29 May 1991, p. 11.

12. “Siems, Stove Top Inventor Dies.” Daily Hampshire Gazette, 25 Nov. 2005, p. 2.

13. Schleper.

14. “Ruth Miriam Siems (1931-2005) - Find a Grave...” Find a Grave, www.findagrave.com/memorial/12497008/ruth-miriam-siems. Accessed 5 Dec. 2024.

15. “Good Gravy! Family Coaster.” Holiday World Theme Park & Splashin’ Safari Water Park, 15 Oct. 2024, holidayworld.com/rides/good-gravy/.

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Servel Refrigerators and the Pfingston Brothers Three

John Heinrich Pfingston Family Line

Servel Refrigerators and the Pfingston Brothers Three

Orville "Ellwood" Pfingston (1906-1986)
Harry Edward Pfingston (1911-1987)
William "Owen" Pfingston (1914-1970)

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by Carolyn Ann Howard

Servel may not now - 67 years later - be such a well-known word here in Evansville, Indiana. However, in 1957, it was a household name. Servel, short for "Serve Electrically," was a refrigerator factory that, in 1953, employed 14,000 people in the greater Evansville, Indiana area. It's demise in 1957 brought this city to the brink of despair and beyond. About the same time other factories also left town, including Chrysler Corporation, International Harvester, Cook's Brewery, and Atlas Laundry. [1]

Originally begun as The Brighton Buggy Company out of Cincinnati, Ohio, Colonel William McCurdy brought the company to Evansville in 1902 and changed its name to Hercules Buggy Works. This factory was responsible for buggies and wagons, as its name suggests. As technology advanced, it changed its focus to making auto and truck bodies. [2] At the same time, The Electrolux Company was working on gas absorption refrigerator technology. In 1925, Servel purchased Hercules Buggy Works after McCurdy's health had begun to fail. They then purchased the patent for the Electrolux Gas Absorption Refrigerator and began production. This was in 1926. [3] (Click on photos to enlarge.)

Hercules Buggy Company
Courtesy Historic Evansville

Hercules Buggy Company
Courtesy USI Collections

Men outside Servel c1930
Courtesy of Willard Library


Purchasing a refrigerator in 1926 was quite a bit different than it is today. According to Pete Ruthenburg, grandson of Servel's president Louis Ruthenburg, "The old SIGECO [Southern Indiana Gas and Electric Company] had a showroom downtown in the Hulman Building, and you could go pick out a fridge, and they would install and hook it up to gas." According to Ruthenburg, the fridges were very heavy and weren't so easy to move into your house and have it hooked up. [4] The refrigerator had no moving parts and was so unlikely to break down that it came with a 10-year warranty. Later Servel products included electric refrigerators, gas water heaters, gas air conditioners, and automatic ice makers. [5]

It was into this industry that at least five of my granduncles and one grandaunt made their living: Homer Pfingston, Tom McLean, Charlene VanHooser, and the Pfingston brothers: Ellwood, Harry and Owen. The latter three were born on a farm in Henderson County, Kentucky, in what was called, on the census, Scuffletown Precinct. Scuffletown is a ghost town that was located on the Ohio River. It was a layover spot for “riverboat men” who worked on the barges. You can read more about that subject here. (Opens in a new window.) These three boys were born to my great-grandfather Ed “Pop” Pfingston, who worked quite a large farm operation in rural Scuffletown, and my great-grandmother Flora “Mom” Vogt. Ed and Flora were second cousins. Read more about Ed here. (Opens in a new window.)

Harry is on the left and Ellwood is on the right
That is possibly my mother sitting in the window
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

In the 1930 census, my great grandparents were living on their farm in Scuffletown along with their son, Owen. The two other boys, Ellwood and Harry, are absent from any 1930 census that I could find nationally using all search engines, including Family Search and Ancestry. However, by 1931, according to the Evansville City Directory, they were living in the famous Pfingston home at 505 N. Weinbach in Evansville, Indiana. The rest of the family - their parents (Mom and Pop) and their brother Owen - would soon follow, along with their brother-in-law, Tom McLean. The four boys would all become employees of Servel Refrigeration. (Click on photos to enlarge.)


505 N. Weinbach Ave Present Day
Pictures taken from road or sidewalk
Carolyn Ann Howard

Servel offered much more security for these young men than farming. Along with security, however, Servel was more than just a job; it was a community. In 1934, Servel offered their 5700 employees many opportunities, such as membership in Toastmasters International, opportunities to play sports on their bowling and baseball teams, or to be a part of their gun club. They also had a stamp club and groups that played different card games together. Some of the employees put on a minstrel show each year, which evidently was a very good show. These were held in the auditorium of Bosse High School. The company had parades and held family picnics at their field, located on "Outer Pollack Avenue." They also had yearly Christmas and New Year's Eve parties for their employees and their families. [6] An interesting side note, I lived for 8 years on Pollack Avenue, and so did many of my Pfingston and Caze ancestors during their lifetimes.

The oldest boy, Ellwood, seemed to be the most pragmatic and, interestingly, I was told that Ellwood did not drink. Those of you familiar with my stories, particularly those about my late mother, know her aversion to alcohol. Somehow she had been affected by her uncles, Harry and Owen, in that they had been drinkers, not to mention the amount of drinking that went on with the riverboat men in Scuffletown, where she grew up. I believe my mother herself was fearful of becoming an alcoholic. Being a strict Baptist pastor's wife took that possibility away, but she did get addicted to prescription diet pills in her younger years, thanks to her physician. She later became addicted to prescription pain medicine. That is to say, addiction runs deep in our family.

Harry was an avid baseball player who had once tried out for the professional leagues and, as an employee of Servel, was the team manager on one of the Servel leagues. As one who is not good with sports, except for perhaps track... perhaps... I was unaware that so many of my relatives were and are actually very good ball players. In a discussion with relatives, it appears that what held Harry back from the professional leagues was money. He just didn't have enough to pay his way in. He continued to play ball into his adult years, even as a left fielder on a team of his own making called "Pfingston," as well as playing on several different leagues in the area. [7] 

Owen must have been the real character of the three. In his photographs, he just looks funny. From what I understand, the hoots and hollers began anytime these three were together. From my own experiences growing up in this family, I understand, though, that it was a difficult family to become a part of. They frequently made fun of others, most likely not understanding how hard that was on some, especially since they also mercilessly made fun of each other without seemingly any hurt feelings. Owen and Harry both were also extremely gifted as Servel employees and made great contributions to the company, Owen as a machine operator and Harry as a foreman. Ellwood also was a machine operator.

Uncle Owen carving a turkey
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

Ellwood married Mary Fetter Dremstedt, a widow with two young children, in 1935. After their honeymoon, the now Mrs. Mary Pfingston and her children moved in with the rest of the family at 505 N. Weinbach. This was customary at that time. Harry married Martha “Charlene” Van Hooser in 1940. She was also a Servel employee at the time of their marriage, and they also joined the family at 505 N. Weinbach. Lastly, Owen married Alyce Willingham in 1939. After their honeymoon, they moved in with her parents two doors down at 501 N. Weinbach. My mother talked frequently about Alyce, but I don't remember why or even what the mentions of her were about, unfortunately. I honestly think Mom just wanted to go see her and Owen after they moved to California. My dad did not like traveling, so no trip ever materialized. Interestingly, Dad did love taking drives around town, in his retirement years, just so long as he was home in time for dinner.

Pop Pfingston (middle) with whom we believe to be
Aunt Charlene (L) and Aunt Alyce (R)
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

The president of Servel Refrigeration was Louis Ruthenburg. Servel brass had recruited Ruthenburg from Dayton, Ohio, where he worked for Delco. Ruthenburg was a pioneer in the car industry, having been part of a group of men that jumpstarted the gasoline engine. According to an article in The Evansville Press, Ed Klinger writes, "Ruthenburg was confronted by a ramshackle operation developed from a buggy and gas engine plant." Furthermore, the country was in the grips of the Great Depression. Ruthenburg did the extraordinary. He called together all the industrial leaders of Evansville and told them, with their approval, he would give raises to all his workers and pretend as if there were no Depression at all. They approved, and therefore, Evansville saw record growth during that time period. [8]

Louis Ruthenburg
Courtesy USI Collections

Servel was the marvel of the modern world. Servel Electrolux refrigerators had impressive displays at both the San Francisco Golden Gate International Exposition in February, 1939 as well as The New York World's Fair. At the New York exhibit, a gas-only model home was on display, complete with the Servel refrigerator. The display, according to the organizers, would “set many new standards for home arrangement, decoration and convenience.” [9]

Overshadowing these successes though, especially for Ruthenburg, who was staunchly anti-union, was that some Servel employees were trying to form a union. Under no circumstances was Ruthenburg going to let a union come for his company. His first act to try to head all this off was to form his own type of union within Servel called “The Servel Worker's Counsel.” He also tried various other tactics, making lists and taking pictures of those who were pro-union, posting them so that “everyone would know just who had caused the trouble.” He fired people who were pro-union and had pamphlets made and distributed to his employees hyping up the Servel Worker's Counsel. Because of this, Servel was sued by the United Electrical, Radio, and Machine Worker's Union. On March 27, 1939, the decision came down from the National Labor Relations Board. Servel would be required to dissolve its Worker's Counsel and rehire all those who had been fired for participating in union talk. [10]  The report against Servel was quite damning. Ruthenburg, however, truly believed that unions would create labor barons that would leave workers in worse shape than before. According to grandson Pete Ruthenburg, of this time period, “It marked a change in the somewhat paternalistic management attitude to a very negative atmosphere about the union assuming a role between the workers and the company.” [11]

Ellwood had different things in mind for his family and himself other than joining a union or even working in a factory. After he married Mary, they almost immediately moved from 505 N. Weinbach to Mt. Vernon, Indiana. Although he continued to work at Servel for a time, by the 1950 census, he was listed as a farmer working his own business. He was done with Servel, building a life with his wife and children on the farm of his own making. The land that he purchased, which included the old Darnell School, remains in the Pfingston family to this day. Ellwood died in 1986.

By 1939, it appear that the company may have already been floundering a bit, just naturally, as refrigerator technology continued to advance outside of Servel. Ruthenburg, perhaps noticing this, had started vying for valuable government contracts. By December, 1940, Servel had received an order for 10,000 gasoline pressure vapor burners by the US Army Quartermaster in Jeffersonville, IN. [12] The year 1940 closed out with $22,300,000 in sales with a line of gas refrigerators for homes and apartments, kerosene refrigerators for rural homes and farms, all year gas air conditioning and heating systems, commercial gas refrigerator units, and electric refrigerators. [13]

And then the unthinkable happened. The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor December 7, 1941. According to esteemed Evansville historian James Lachlan MacLeod, quoted from his book Evansville in World War II, “[Evansville] labor leaders used their national union connections; politicians called in favors and used their relationships, all the way up to the Oval Office; and businessmen used their nationwide networks. The synergy this produced was to transform the city.” [14] Ruthenburg had his hand in all this and soon, Evansville was made into a war machine of productivity with Servel as one of the leaders.

Unfortunately, that put Evansville in another bind. Word soon got out that Evansville had lots of work available and people began pouring into the city. According to long-time resident Claude "J" Wertz, "Evansville was a furniture manufacturing town until the great depression, and then it diminished and refrigeration became the principle industry. Apparently the furniture industry was staffed by local people, who by and large were German. The city overgrew itself in WW2. In 1940, Evansville was listed as 97,000 [population]. Allegedly, by 1950, the population was 150,000, or maybe that was a few years before 1950. It was a desperate situation [as far as housing]."

My great grandparents, Mom and Pop, continued to live at 505 N. Weinbach, along with Harry and his family. Owen had moved with his family to Chandler Avenue. While the men worked, with apparently quite a bit of overtime, Charlene and Alyce stayed busy taking care of their families and participating in many church activities at Central Methodist Church, located in downtown Evansville. Harry and Charlene had two children, one girl and one boy, while Owen and Alyce had one son, Gary Ray. Gary would go on to become a highly decorated Chief Master Sergeant of the United States Air Force. In 2014, The Pfingston Reception Center at Joint Base San Antonio in Lackland Texas was so named in honor of Gary Ray. (Click on photos to enlarge.)

Pfingston Reception Center
Courtesy JBSA Photo Gallery

L to R: Anna Bell Pfingston McLean
Pop Pfingston
Aunt Charlene Pfingston
Mom Pfingston
Uncle Harry Pfingston

World War 2 changed many things in Evansville, Indiana, and across the country. Here locally, many new homes and roads were built for the influx of workers. Other families made money by renting out rooms in their homes to the workers at Servel, as well as the shipyard at Mead Johnson Terminal, the Chrysler plant, Republican Aviation, International Steel, Briggs - where my father worked briefly in the early 1950s - Hoosier Cardinal, and Faultless Caster. By 1943, Servel had grown to 12,560 employees, who were working around-the-clock making wings for the P-47 bombers, along with other war goods. [15] A friend at church told me that her late husband used to talk about how people would rent out rooms "by the hour." A person might sleep their 8 hours, then go to work, and the next person come in to sleep their 8 hours. “I doubt they changed the sheets in between!” she mused.

The war economy in Evansville was certainly something that had never been seen before but, unfortunately, it was not to last. In his book Lost Evansville, McLeod quotes local historian Jon Carl as saying, “All these factories that were making war goods quit making war goods. Literally overnight.” [16] Orders stopped coming in and existing orders were canceled. Over 10,000 Evansvillians lost their jobs overnight with many, many more to come. Servel's fate, unfortunately, was sealed.

During and after the war, particularly with the GI Bill that allowed veterans to secure low-interest financing with no money down, housing continued to move forward. This included a sweeping movement across the United States called The American Small House. The home I live in was built in 1943 by Luhring Lumber as a part of this movement, as was the road it was built on. Evansville is also home to several Lustron Homes, which were prefabricated enameled steel houses that buyers ordered and put together themselves. Two of them are located just one block away from my home!

My American Small House
Carolyn Ann Howard

Servel limped along as Louis Ruthenburg, who had become president in 1924, had planned to retire. Eventually, Duncan C. Menzies was brought in to try to turn the company around, with Ruthenburg's help. Pete Ruthenburg said of those times, "Those last years until 1957, when it was sold off and rationalized, were pretty discouraging and distressful times for my grandfather. He went through all that, but he particularly was noted for being brought in when Servel was previously on it's back and on the verge of failure. He made it profitable [again] during the great depression. Then he led the charge in WW2 to go to war production and then back to civilian production, but then the issues made the gas refrigerator less attractive: cost, weight, and how hard it was to hookup. Boys coming home from the war were interested in getting in housing quickly and easily." [17]

Bit by bit by bit, Servel was parceled up and sold. Bendix-Westinghouse purchased the rights to Servel's commercial refrigeration division along with two buildings of its massive complex. In 1956, Goodwill Industries bought another part of its building. Whirlpool acquired Servel's home appliance division in 1957 while ARKLA (Arkansas Louisiana Gas Company) bought its air conditioning division. [18] On December 21, 1957, Servel sent termination notices to all its existing workers. [19]

My mother and father were married in 1951, and, as a pastor who had just graduated from Southern Baptist Seminary in Louisville, KY in 1955, they were living in their first parsonage when Servel went under. Mom many times talked about this, as if the closing had somehow broken up the family. Although it was devastating, to be sure, Harry and Owen were not finished with Servel. I haven't studied the California connection, but both families moved to Redondo Beach, California, to continue working for Servel. Owen retired from Douglas Air Force Base as an industrial engineer. He died in 1970 at the age of 56.

L to R: Mom Pfingston
Anna Bell Pfingston McLean
My mother, Mary McLean Howard
Pop Pfingston
Rural Warrick County, IN 1956
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

Harry moved back to Newburgh, Indiana upon his retirement, living on a lot practically in his sister Anna Bell’s backyard. My parents also later became neighbors. I was afraid of Harry, even as a young adult, so I regretfully did not know him, although his wife, Charlene, was gold. My father, in Harry's last days, sat with him a lot and prayed with him. I remember my father feeling proud that Harry confided in him during this time. Harry died November 13, 1987.

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On an October morning in 2022, everyone in Evansville woke up to plumes of dark, dark smoke rolling ominously and ferociously through the clouds. Debris from the fire was carried through the air and deposited onto the yards of the homes in my neighborhood and many others. We were cautioned not to touch, because the pieces contained asbestos. Professionals were sent through the neighborhoods to do the cleanup. The fire, as it turns out, was coming from the old Servel plant. The fire burned so hot that it could be seen on weather radar.  One million-and-a-half square feet was demolished. It completely destroyed the old Servel factory. [20] To this date, no big cleanup has been done nor has a cause been given that I am aware of.

Photos of the Servel ruins 02 Oct 2024 from public roads taken by Stephanie Dawson. Click on photos to enlarge.






Many, many, many thanks to Pete Ruthenburg for allowing me to interview him for this article.

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[1] Evansville Chamber of Commerce. “'Stop Worrying and Start Digging' Is C of C’s Advice to Evansville.” Sunday Courier and Press, 13 Oct. 1957, p. 15.

[2] Feel the History. “Servel: Making Evansville the ‘Refrigerator Capital of the World.’” YouTube, F.J. Reitz High School, 21 Oct. 2020, youtu.be/-HIyD9_HpJE?si=JcgzWSRcltyFYxmh.

[3] Runge, Mel. “Economic Fortune Rises, Falls with Manufacturing.” The Evansville Press, 31 Dec. 1998, p. 22.

Schleper, Anne. “Ex-Servel Employees Will Recall the Days When Evansville Was The World’s Refrigerator Capital.” The Evansville Courier, 7 Sept. 1992, pp. 1–2.

[4] Howard, Carolyn Ann. “Pete Ruthenburg Interview.” 04 Oct. 2024.

[5] White, Todd W. “How Absorption Refrigeration Works.” How a Servel Works, 2017, vintageservelrefrigerators.com/HowItWorks.html.

[6] Schleper.

[7] “Farmers Pride Nine to Meet Wallace and Servel Plays Democrats.” The Evansville Press, 29 May 1932, p. 10.

[8] Klinger, Ed. "Ruthenburg - A Giant in Our Town." The Evansville Press, 01 Nov 1969, p. 9.

[9] “Servel Electrolux To Be Shown at Two World’s Fairs.” The Sunday Courier and Press, 26 Feb. 1939, p. 4E.

[10] “Servel Loses Case Before Labor Board; Appeal Hinted.” The Evansville Press, 27 Mar. 1939, pp. 1–2.

[11] Howard.

[12] "Servel Gets Defense Order; Employment at 1940 Peak." The Evansville Press, 09 Dec 1940, p. 1.

[13] "Servel Sales in 1940 Top $22,300,000." The Evansville Courier, 23 Jan 1941, p. 13.

[14] MacLeod, James Lachlan. Evansville in World War II, The History Press, 2015, p. 27.

[15] MacLeod, James Lachlan. Lost Evansville, The History Press, 2023, pp. 63-65.

[16] Ibid, p. 70.

[17] Howard.

[18] Townsend, Paul. "Servel Deal Held Near." The Evansville Courier, 07 Dec 1957, pg. 1

[19] "Servel Notes Sent Servel Staff." The Evansville Press, 21 Dec 1957, pg. 1.

[20] Associated Press. “Evansville Warehouse Fire Spreads Several Blocks.” WISH, 1 Jan. 2023, www.wishtv.com/news/indiana-news/evansville-warehouse-fire-spreads-several-blocks/.

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Saturday, March 9, 2024

Memories of Kenny

My Life with Kenny

Kenneth Wayne Farmer  (1960-2023)

Memories of Kenny
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by Carolyn Farmer

It was very early in our dating - I'm guessing it was the summer of 2014. Although we had known each other since high school, we didn't start dating until March, 2014, after each of us had gone through painful divorces. But together, we overcame, kept each other company, and became each other's sounding boards.



I was working at St. Mark's Evangelical Lutheran Church at the time as organist and choir director. Kenny and I had volunteered to work that summer at Vacation Bible School (VBS). As a smaller congregation, our VBS was held in the evenings, most likely somewhere between 6:00 to 8:00. So Kenny and I firstly went out for dinner. For whatever reason, I decided to leave a review for the restaurant, and I started it with saying that I was having dinner with my best friend. Kenny picked up on this and did not let it go. Until we married a few years later, he always referred to me as his best friend.

After our dinner, we arrived at St. Mark's, and we went to work at our station, which was held on the newly renovated patio. Because our station was outside, we were in charge of the exploding diet coke bottle trick. This is where you put Mentos into the diet coke bottle, and it becomes a geyser. The kids loved it and so did Kenny. He was having a blast, and I was having fun watching him having a blast. He was very good with the kids.

I didn't have anything to do with planning VBS or the activities. Still, when the pastor saw what we were doing on "his" newly renovated patio, he also - like the coke bottle - erupted. 


One of the things that attracted Kenny to me - I'm sure of it - was my love of Star Trek. I was a huge trekkie growing up, but I had only ever watched The Original Series. He was excited to introduce me to all the newer Star Trek spin-offs. My favorite was Star Trek: Voyager. Kate Mulgrew and Jeri Ryan? Get out of here! We were so excited to watch everything together. In a previous blog, I had written that Kenny and I had watched every Star Trek ever made in order twice, and that is true. But we also watched it the first time out of order, starting with The Next Generation.

One of the first stories I told Kenny was about how I went through a phase, as a child, of trying to talk with a Russian accent like Lt. Chekov in The Original Series. My mother once asked me if we needed anything at the store, and I told her we needed bread. She asked what kind of bread to get, so I said - very confidently - Vonder Bread! And she was like, "What?" Kenny thought that story was hilarious. He also was very impressed that I could play on the piano by ear the song that Spock sang in the episode entitled Subspace Rhapsody.

After we were married, I decided one year to have my own birthday party, and so I invited my dear friend, Carol, along with my daughter and her fiancé to breakfast. The menu was one-sided. When my daughter arrived, she and her fiancé sat down and started to look at the menu. Kenny said to the table, "there's more options on the back of the menu," I, knowing Kenny pretty well by this time, was stoic and did not touch my menu. My daughter, however, believed him and turned her menu over and saw for herself that there was nothing on the other side. Kenny thought this was hilarious and so did Stephanie's fiancé. Strike one up for the boys!

At another time with Stephanie and Chris, the four of us were at Bob Evans for breakfast. Kenny got his usual biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon. And not just a side of bacon, but it had to be chewy bacon. We were all talking and having a good time and Kenny was munching away on his chewy bacon. Then, when that plate was empty and full of bacon grease, he poured the bacon grease into his gravy and stirred it up. Stephanie and I had the biggest, widest eyes, but Chris whispered into Stephanie's ear, "Let the man live." Then Chris turned to Kenny and said, "You now how to live, don't you?" And Kenny replied, "Yes, I do!"

Kenny was quite the character and was always just doing things. He would turn the lights off in a room if there wasn't anyone in it, even if you had just left for one moment to grab something. He had this sense when there was a light on in a room that no one was in. If you left that room, you'd come back to it in the dark. He also couldn't sort laundry to save his life. I can't tell you how many times I had to take the washcloths out of the dish towel drawer and take them to the bathroom. Or how many times he put his Deaconess Hospital pin code into our front door keypad. And he would just giggle and shake his head whenever he did this, because, of course, the Deaconess pin code didn't work at home.

He loved turning my pages when I was playing the organ or piano at church, even though I could've done it on my own just fine. I used those little post-it tabs to mark my places on the music and one Sunday, with huge grandeur, he grabbed that tab to turn my page. The tab, of course, came off, and my page didn't get turned. 

But more than anything, Kenny was good in a crisis. How many times did he swoop in and save the day? I can't count them. He loved his dogs and his tomatoes, and his big green egg. He loved to sing, and he was good at it. We spent many an evening just singing together in our living room.

It has almost been a year since he's been gone. I have done pretty well as a widow, thanks to my support groups - which consists of my friends, my family, my students, and my church. But as a memorial to my late husband, I have made a new subset for this blog called My Life with Kenny. I will remember him the best way possible by writing his stories as best as I can remember.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2024

My Day as a Guest at Crane Naval Base

Beautiful Martin County, Indiana

My Day as a Guest at Crane Naval Base
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

Its been over ten years from the date of writing this post that I visited Crane Naval Base as their special guest. I have to confess that I didn't handle the event as I should have. My apologies to any whom I offended. Let me explain.

I spent many hours during the year of 2012 researching and writing Blood of My Ancestor. It was personal. My husband of 27 years had left me for another woman while, at the same time, I lost my good paying office job. This is the point where I went back to being a musician, a profession I never should've left to begin with. That's another story. I also had started researching my family tree and had stumbled upon my 2x grandaunt Adaline Cannon Lyon. Her story is what inspired me to write Blood of My Ancestor, because it is her story. The book is now out-of-print. In my grief, I pulled all my books after my third husband died.

But at the time of 2012, I was newly divorced and was finally working to write my first novel! This is what I had wanted to be from my youth - an author. And now, I was going to achieve that.

While researching for Blood, I ran into roadblock after roadblock. I had no idea what a controversial subject my Aunt Adaline was in her home county of Martin, Indiana. The historical society - run at that time by the "old guard" - would not let me research her life. They jammed the door of the records room shut so that I couldn't get in. They hid the coroner's statement and his report of her murder. They refused to let me look at any newspapers they might have had. I had to use Lawrence County's historical society as well as Washington, Indiana's library to get the information I needed to write the book. I learned, after I published the book, what push-back truly was, for I was highly criticized for daring to write a story that exonerated Adaline's husband, Joel Lyon, in her murder.

Something else. Adaline's original tombstone had been taken down and a new one erected. The person who did this spelled her name wrong - Adeline. I learned from Dale Carnegie's book How to Win Friends and Influence People that a person's name is the most important word to them, and that you need to get it right. That is something I've always carried with me. Not only that, this same person purchased a stone for Adaline's murderer with the caption "Come to the Hidden City." The connotation was that this murderer was in heaven and that his death was tragic, because it was his father's doing - not Arthur - that Adaline was murdered. This is the belief held by many people, but Joel did not murder his wife. His son Arthur did. I have proof, and I do now have the coroner's statement.

After I published the book, I was forced to take all the criticism and hate that came with it. I grew stronger for it. And then someone who was not offended by the book contacted me. She said, "First of all, I loved the book." This wonderful person was the wife of one of the higher-ups at Crane Naval Base. Her question was: Would I come to the naval base for a luncheon and book signing? Especially since Joel's home had been, prior to the construction of the base, behind it's gates? My answer was yes, of course!

In the meantime, I had met a man from Shoals, Indiana, named Neal Sheetz. He was an employee of Crane Naval Base and was very popular there. He was certainly popular with me. We had a whirlwind romance and married after only knowing each a little more than a month. Living with him on his 80-acre farm in Martin County was a dream come true, and he and I together wrote my second novel, Pioneer Stories. I could not have written it without him.

I don't remember a whole lot from over ten years ago, but I know the the day before the book signing, I had become ill with flu-like symptoms. It was in March, and I was pushing Vitamin C like crazy, trying to make myself well for the next day. Neal didn't understand that it was just Vitamin C, and he thought I was over-medicating. He became quite angry over it. I honestly think that he just didn't want me to go, because it was a Friday, and he was off that day. In hindsight, he could've gone with me. My Martin County friend, Marie Hawkins, was there, so I know Neal could've gone, too.

I had to get up very early the next morning. I was still sick, but I got ready anyway. The drive to Crane Naval Base took a bit longer than I thought it would. I don't know why. Neal drove it every morning and every evening, and I certainly knew how long it took him.

The security is tight at the naval base. I had to park my car off-site and was picked up by Cathy, who escorted me onto the base. This sign greeted me:



The book signing event was first, and I started my slide show. This was my offense: the slide show. I called out the man who had switched my Aunt Addie's stone with a new one, and who had spelled her her name incorrectly. I should not have done this, and I'm very sorry for it.

A lot of people who worked from Crane came to the book signing. Many of them came just to see the person Neal Sheetz was going to marry. It was me! I don't remember how many books I sold that morning, but that wasn't important to me at all. What was important was that Addie and Joel's story was being celebrated by so many people - in the very area where their story had taken place!


The details of that day are pretty sketchy in my head. It's been so long ago now, and I've been through so much more since that day. I remember it being a wonderful, wonderful day. After the book signing was the luncheon, attended by many, and then I did a presentation. I don't remember preparing for the preparation, and I don't remember what I said. It's not like me to not prepare, and surely I did, because I had slides to go with my talk. However, I also was in a new relationship that was going very fast, and I was commuting from Shoals to Evansville for work. I didn't have a lot of spare time right then. But I do remember that by the time of the luncheon, I had become well again. Was it the Vitamin C?



The best part came after the presentation, however. A select few of us, my friend Marie included, were driven from the event hall to the property where Joel and Addie had lived. Cathy had researched and was able to find the property. We also visited the cemetery where Joel was buried with his first wife, Malinda, and their son, Arthur, the murderer of my aunt Addie. It was emotional. Writing Blood of My Ancestor was emotional, and I cried over Adaline's death quite a bit. And now, here I was, where Joel and Adaline lived together. The log home with it's two box additions had been on the very property where I was standing. It was a bit overwhelming.




And then, it was over. Just like that. After our van returned to the event site, Cathy took me on a tour of the naval base and the residences. I don't think she wanted the day to be over, either. But then, around 4:00, I said my good-byes. I couldn't believe the day was over. Just like that. Just like that, I was back in my car, driving back to the farm in rural Shoals.

I don't remember Neal's reaction to the day. I think he was proud that I was his fiancé, for he knew how many people had come to see me because of him. (And perhaps a bit of time away from work!) I was just as proud of Neal, and I was happy to meet so many of his work friends. The day was certainly magical, and I would love to be able to do it again.

I wrote this blog post for my daughter. As a genealogist, author, and keeper of many people's family stories, I know that once someone has passed, they take their stories with them if they aren't written down. And so, I have written it down.

Many thanks to Crane Naval Base and its employees for giving me one of the most precious memories of my life. It was a wonderful day, and I'm very grateful for it.

All photos were taken by Crane Naval Base personnel and cleared by security. I have permission for their use in my blog posts.

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