Saturday, December 02, 2023

In Memory of Bradley Preston Burg

 

 

                                                   

  August 15, 1947 - November 16, 2023

 

Bradley Preston Burg, 76, passed away unexpectedly at home in Mill Spring, North Carolina, on Nov. 16, 2023.

He was born on Aug. 15, 1947, in Burlington. He was a beloved son, husband, father, grandfather, brother, cousin and uncle.

Brad graduated from Burlington High School in 1965. He subsequently served his country in Vietnam, graduated from the University of Iowa and earned his master’s degree from Clemson University.

Together with his lifelong love, Trudy, Brad raised his family in the Charleston, South Carolina, area.

He worked for the Veterans Administration and as a civilian employee for the Navy. Following their carefully-planned early retirement, Brad and Trudy moved to their dream home in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Around the same time, they began making annual visits to Burlington for quality time with family, friends, and Hawkeye football.

Bradley is survived by Trudy; his son, Brandon (Cynthia); his daughter, Ashley Burg Owens (Carl); his grandsons, Steven, Drake, and Austin; and his granddaughters, Raina and Ellington.

He is also survived by his sisters, Pamela Lollis and Paula Burg; along with several nieces and nephews.

Brad was predeceased by his father, John Emil Burg, and his mother, Evelyn Renee Burg.

Services to celebrate Brad’s life will be held at a later date.

In the meantime, his family welcomes donations to the University of Iowa Stead Family Children’s Hospital in his memory.

Tuesday, April 25, 2023

Gramps remembers - Living my dream

 Living my dream


I am often greeted by a few people when I ask how their day is going. Their response is “living my dream!” and that has raised my thoughts to “am I living my dream?” To which I think, nope, no, and nada. I did not in my wildest dream think of this! Working at a big box retail store.


Let me explain. 


When I was in my late teens, my thought was when I retire at 40, I would be living in a timber frame cabin on the Peshtigo River. The cabin would face the river, have a large fireplace with large windows overlooking the river. I would be sitting in a large, overstuffed chair, and have an end table with books piled high to read. As the snowflakes as big as boxcars started falling, the fireplace blazing, I would pop a cork on my whisky bottle and pour myself a whiskey in glass and contemplate how great my life is.

Another dream was to build a carpenter/remodeler business and work my way across  Wisconsin to where I grew up.
 

Then there was the thought of becoming a Chippendale dancer. And I joined the Fred Astaire Dance Studio. That was a really fleeting dream. While I could tango, cha-cha, do the swing dances, it was far from being a dancer of my dreams, and that dream was thrown into the trashcan.
 

So, I decided to follow my career path of carpentry and become journeyman carpenter building homes and ramrodding crews as a foreman. Over the years, I built homes from 150k upward to 25 million and 20,000 square feet. But mostly, I was building homes for 500k to 1ml. The ride was fun. Along the way, I became an estimator, then a senior estimator, along with training as a quality evaluator in Baldrige Criteria and ISO9000
 

When the housing crashed in 2008, I was laid off as a senior estimator from a large contractor. I found myself doing some inner work of what to do now and landed on the idea of building tiny homes and planning, designing, building tiny homes. Another dream was launched. Some were saying that starting a business in a recession is a bad idea. Ah, naysayers are a dime a dozen at times.
 

Then I found my greatest joy and dream by being a father to 3 sons and grandfather to 11 grandchildren.




•    “You can get everything in life you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want.” —Zig Ziglar
•    “Inspiration does exist, but it must find you working.” —Pablo Picasso
•    “Don't settle for average. Bring your best to the moment. Then, whether it fails or succeeds, at least you know you gave all you had.” —Angela Bassett
•    “Show up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too.” —Isabel Allende
•    “Don't bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ―David Ogilvy
•    “I have stood on a mountain of no’s for one yes.” —Barbara Elaine Smith
•    “If you believe something needs to exist, if it's something you want to use yourself, don't let anyone ever stop you from doing it.” —Tobias Lütke
•     "More is lost by indecision than wrong decision.” —Marcus Tullius Cicero
•     "If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port forever." —Thomas Aquinas
•    "You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches." —Dita Von Teese

Thursday, April 13, 2023

Gramps Remembers Farm Living

 

1966 - Sauerkraut

After the 4th year of living Under the Ledge on my dad’s farm, mom decided to expand the garden so she could preserve garden crops for the long winter months ahead. Mom thought it would be a clever idea to plant cabbage, lettuce, carrots, beans, peas, beets, turnips, tomatoes, and other crops for late summer harvesting.

A friend of my parents, Arnie Sartorius, sold seedlings from his greenhouse by Gravely Brook. He was a single confirmed bachelor and lived down the road from his mother, Ester Sartorius, who was one of mom’s best friends. Mom would get her started plants from Arnie, such as tomatoes, cucumber, cabbage, pumpkin, and squash plants that Arnie had started in the early spring in his greenhouses.

Our main garden was 300’ wide by 300’ deep. After a neighbor came over to plow the area Dad used his yellow troybilt tiller to turn the freshly plowed area to a pulverized soil to plant in.

Dad staked the rolls and helped place the seeds to the right distance and depth for germination. My sister and I would be responsible for weeding rolls while dad tilled between the rolls of plants. After those seeds sprouted, it was time to plant the new seedlings from Arnie’s greenhouse. My added duties included pumping water from the well and the watering the seedlings to keep them alive.

My sister and I would spend a lot of our days weeding the rolls of plants to keep the garden weed free. My sister did not like weeding, so she convinced some neighbor kids across the river to come over and help weed the garden. In return she threw a tea party as payment for their weeding efforts. 

For weeks in early July. I attended 4-H camp at Camp Bird and while I was away, dad would maintain the garden. While I was at camp, mom purchased 2 goats for milking and upon coming home from camp, it was time to water, feed, and milk the 2 goats.

One afternoon after I had watered and feed the goats in the lower barn, I started running back to the house and landed on a board in the tall grass that had a large 20 penny spike sticking out of it. I yelled as I fell forward and yanked the board and spike off my foot, all the while wailing, then limped to the house. My mom saw me and asked what had happened, she removed my shoe and bloodied sock and saw where the nail and penetrated the foot and came out the top on it. 

She loaded me up in the car and took me to the Borden Clinic in Marinette, WI. Dr Jim Borden saw me right way and after scrubbing and running a small brush thru the wound, said I needed to keep it elevated for a week. I perceived this as good news and I could read and be lazy for bit and said that to mom. Mom retorted “not so fast, we will find other chores for you to do while recuperating.

Upon arriving home, she had me sit on the rocking chair by the phone and told me I would be helping make sauerkraut and relishes for the next week.

Mom had dad and my sister harvest the cabbage, clean them, and bring them by my chair. I removed the damaged leaves and cut out the core throwing it into a bucket. Then I set the cabbage shredder with a bucket under the knives and ran the cabbage across it to slice the cabbage for mom to put in a crock for the fermenting process.

Since making sauerkraut is ancient skill, it needs only the basics: cabbage, salt, cabbage shredder, sharp knife, big bowl, and storage containers. It’s as simple as that!

  1. Cabbage. Various types contain different amounts of sugar, but generally best fermentation results are achieved with large solid heads of white cabbage. You can use all kinds of cabbage-heads and still get great sauerkraut, but the larger the head (especially if it’s been picked in late autumn) – the higher percentage of sugar it contains and faster the fermentation.
  2. Salt. Choose natural non iodized salt. Non-iodized salt will not slow down bacterial fermentation plus it’s full of minerals. Since you will later drink and use fermented kraut’s juice (which is very healthy source of vitamins and healthy gut bacteria) – it’s best to use a good quality salt. On average, you will need 2-2.5% of salt by weight.
  3. Cabbage shredder. It’s important that shredder’s blades are sharp and adjusted for fine shredding. Having high quality cabbage shredder will make the experience of making homemade sauerkraut fast, easy and enjoyable since process of shredding is basically the only “work” you will have to do to make this delicious, beneficial and healthy food.
  4. Large bowl. You will need it to slice cabbage into it without making a mess you must clean up later.
  5. Storage containers. You can use earthenware crocks, food-grade plastic containers or glass containers. Mom used a 25-gallon crock to start with before packing quart jars with the sauerkraut and sealing the jars.

After having spent several days slicing cabbage I moved onto to the process of making relishes by slicing and mincing pickles for the relish so mom could do her thing. Mom put all the ingredients into another smaller crock before scooping the relish into jar and blanching them to seal the lids.

My tasks and elevated foot were now able to resume some light duties. My mom cut out the toes of my tennis shoes so that my toes could breathe while my foot healed. I then wore shorts, t shirt and my tennis shoe the rest of that summer until school started.

My mom then showed me my new shoes, pants, and shirts for the start of school that she had purchased at store sales earlier in the spring. She had thought ahead, and she planned for me start as a freshman in high school. But she had not noticed my growth spurt that summer as I had grown to 6”- 1” from 5’ - 7”.

However, my high school gym coach noticed the change of height and weight and had me step on a scale. Then he measured me for a varsity jacket as they now wanted me in football as well as track.  I was already in wrestling, wrestling in the 127-weight category. My new weight category was now 164, if I could get down there, as I weighed now 180.