John Denver's "Grandma's Feather Bed" on the Muppet Show

Grandma's Feather Bed

Feather Bed Fun at Grandma's House

From Pam Hoover:
I have memories of the blue room, the one with the feather bed.  I remember the very soft bed we ended in the middle only.  Also, the pass through from the bathroom to the other bedroom, what fun!  But, as for grandma, I remember the African violets she grew so beautifully.  In fact, I loved hers so, that I grew them up until recently.  When we decide to stop traveling I  will do them again.  Grandma gave me two pieces of advise that I remember well:
1. "Never have an odd number of children as one will always be left out."
2. "And, save every penny you can as that war in Vietnam might get bad enough that they will come in handy."

From Lisa Dahlgren:
I remember Grandma's feather bed and begging to sleep in it.  You would roll up in a cloud of feathers at night and wake to the beat of the rigs pumping oil out of the heart of the hills in the morning.  One morning, when I was older, I wondered at the silence when the sun came through the mountains.  I ran downstairs to ask grandma why the oil rigs weren't making any sound and she said the companies were all closed.  I missed it.

I recall grandma's bathroom and a claw foot tub the size of a swimming pool.  There was great fear and trepidation whenever taking a bath if you were under 2-3 feet tall...how on earth could you get out?  There was an added feature to her bathroom never seen in any house.  The bathroom closet had a secret passage that led to another bedroom.  All you needed to do was push the towels out of the way and grab a flashlight.  Once the way was clear,  you could hoist each other up and crawl through to the next room!  We had so much fun plotting how we were going to take advantage of our discovery.

Whenever I was around her I felt grandma's love for the Lord and sensed she had a special relationship with God.  I also saw her love for  her children and her family.  Once when I was little, Grandma went on a small day trip with my dad and I to show us the places from her youth. I saw her home, parents, brothers and sisters through her eyes as she spoke.  I clearly remember stopping by a hill, where she pointed to an area of trees and an old shack saying that it was the place of her parent's home.

I loved grandma Dahlgren.

From Phil Dahlgren:
Mom Dahlgren often said, "I have only one accomplishment in life - raising ten kids and keeping them all out of jail."





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Memories of Grandma Dahlgren

Grandma Dahlgren with Lisa and Michael (baby) Dahlgren - 1958

FROM STEPHANIE LOGAN:

Back in the "old" days when I was in my early teens I remember spending a few weeks in the summer at Grandma Dahlgren's house. One day Linda (Austin), Steve (Oxley) and I were out running around town and it started raining.
We ran back to Grandma's house where she gave us some hot chocolate. Since I was staying there I had some dry clothes. I remember sharing my clothes with Linda, but Steve ended up in one of Grandma's bathrobes until she could dry his clothes, which back then meant they hung near the stove since there was no dryer.  While we enjoyed our hot chocolate we decided to play poker at the dining room table.  This dining room table held a lot of good memories. Not only did Linda and I take all Steve's baseball cards at that time, but I remember enjoying hot chocolate in one of Grandma's fragile tea cups. It was a great day.  (We gave Steve back his cards later that day.)

I remember one time in Bradford where I was bored,  Linda was busy and Uncle Amos was visiting. Grandma decided she wanted to get out so Uncle Amos drove us to Rock City. Even though they were up in age at that time, they tromped through the woods on paths that were a bit steep even for me. It was my special time with two special people. 

When Grandma was in the hospital in Meadville I remember my mom and I taking the drive from Akron to visit her. She looked so frail. Not anything like the grandma I remember carrying a basket of clothes to hang on the line then pulling them in to iron. (Taking care of laundry was how she paid the rent.) It was that trip when the doctor stopped us to tell us she probably would not live through the night. That was a tough ride home.

Finally, when Grandma died I remember the funeral home where she was laid out.  I was 15 at the time. I remember looking at the casket and all the flowers.  My mom told me that they had 52 white roses and 10 red roses put on the casket, fifty-two for the number of grandkids and great grandkids she had at the time and ten for her children.  I remember Bill Boyle and I walking around the block sharing great stories of our time with Grandma. 

Each one of us grandchildren have different stories of Grandma. These are my memories. 

Love to all,

Stef

FROM SANDY OXLEY FEHRMAN:

The recollections of a young girl, one of Iva's first grandchildren, are cherished

memories of a strong, loving and courageous Grandma.  It was through my

own mother, Esther Dahlgren Oxley, that I saw Iva as a depression-era warrior.

Iva was a tough old bird with no airs about her.  In fact, I remember well her

belching, a sudden, loud and unexpected noise that always made me jump.  I

was horrified by the lack of "manners" and yet my Mom (teacher of manners)

never criticized or made excuses for Iva.  My Grandma Dahlgren was a hero

to her daughter.  Iva was a huge presence in a room as everyone looked to her

for direction and approval.  It turns out, as I grew to know more about her, that

she wasn't only too big for the room, or the house, but for the times.  Iva

was an example to her family of the power of the will; the desire to raise children

with a respect for education and for honesty and integrity. 

Iva married Alexander Dahlgren, a Swedish immigrant and a tailor from "the

old country".  Alexander was a man I learned little about and never met as he

was long gone before I came on the scene.  Iva took in Alexander's two sons

from a previous marriage and had eight more children of her own.  The eldest

daughter, second born, was my mother.  All of Iva's children were named

from the Bible and I know Iva's strength must have come, at least in part,

from her faith because, oh boy, did she need strength and courage and a

strong will!  

Alexander and Iva's marriage ended after she had eight children with him. 

During that time, she also helped Alexander raise one of his sons from his
 first marriage to Hilda Daniels.  After Alexander left the family, Iva had 
the immense responsibility of caring for the remaining children by herself.

She cleaned houses, took in laundry and ironing and was a

nanny to a wealthy family in Bradford, PA.  My mother had many responsibilities

for her siblings but when she spoke of helping at home, Esther's memories

were good ones.  It is only now, as a mother myself, that I feel great sadness

that Grandma had to worry about finances instead of enjoying raising her

children.  My mother spoke often of Iva's morals and goals for the family. 

She insisted on proper behavior, good school performance, helpfulness at

home and in the community.  Everyone helped support the family. 

Iva was strong.  She was determined and she had dreams for her children. 

She made sure everyone graduated from high school and many also

graduated from college or, at least, attended some college classes. She

was also proud of her family!  Anyone who knew her knew her love for and

pride in her family. 

My personal memories of Grandma Dahlgren were many.  She was always

so happy to see me!  She remembered that I loved chocolate cake with white

icing and hers was the best ever.  She gave me everything in the house that

I admired until my mom insisted she stop.  Iva taught me to be strong, to be

forgiving, to trust in myself, to live my faith and to love my family.  What

better legacy can there be from a Grandma?!