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Message of the Day – Hands

March 22, 2013 By: Cal Skinner Category: Addie Louise Skinner, Addie Skinner, Addie Watling-Skinner, Easter, First United Methodist Church of Crystal Lake, Good Friday, Message of the Day, Prayer, Praying Hands

My Grandmother Addie Watling-Skinner had a glass replication of Durer’s praying hands on her coffee table. My cousin has them now.

Nothing expensive, but they probably had more significance than I realized as a youth.

Today is a day that some Christian church’s hold prayer vigils. My First United Methodist Church has done this for several years and is doing again this year tonight through Easter.  (If you have prayers for the vigil, drop them off at the church–corner of West Crystal Lake and Dole Avenues–anytime before or during the vigil.)

That brings me to the Message of the Day–my grandmother’s praying hands, but rendered in chocolate, rather than in glass.

Albrecht Durer's Praying Hands rendered in chocolate.

Albrecht Durer’s Praying Hands rendered in chocolate.

Message of the Day – A Valentine

February 14, 2011 By: Cal Skinner Category: Addie Skinner, Addie Watling-Skinner, Barclay, Cal Skinner Sr, Calvin L. Skinner, Eleanor Skinner, Maryland, Message of the Day, Roy Skinner, Sudlersville, Valentine, Valentine's Day

Lowney's Fruit & Nut Chocolates box. In the lower right corner are the words, "A Crest Package."

I finally opened a Lowney’s Fruit & Nut Chocolates box that contained Valentines and Christmas Cards that I thought my grandmother Addie Watling-Skinner had saved.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered my mother, Eleanor Stevens Skinner, had save the contents.

I knew there were Valentines in there, but I also found Christmas cards, her acceptance letter from Washington College, cards and letters from boys from West Point, Trinity College in Connecticut and Catonsville, Maryland.  Courting by letter is a lot different from doing so by phone or texting, I would imagine.  The letters showed fear of rejection, that’s for sure.

None were from my father.  My guess he was too busy working his way through college, holding jobs of egg candling in a market in Southwest Washington that still has a commercial use and a warehouse in the same area on a main highway.  He did have a car though and attended the University of Maryland, so maybe his courting was in person after Mother took a job teaching on the Western Shore.

It appears my mother was on more than one college boy’s mind.

The Valentine was a complicated one of embossed thin cardboard. This bird was attached by the paper tag at the bottom behind the part that says, "To My Valentine." You can see where below. The bird's image is approximately to scale compared to the rest of the card below.

Her one-time farm neighbor, Calvin LeRoy Skinner, was the winner in the marriage stakes.

A cherub seems to be hammering rings on top of the card.

But, not until I was driving him around Queen Anne’s County, Maryland, while he was being treated for lung cancer (from cigarettes, of course) did I even learn that.  Roy, his tenant-farmer father had rented the land next to the Stevens’ family farm near Barclay for a while when they were both in the same class at Sudlersville High School.

You can see the windmill used behind the more ornate stamped images in front.

I can’t be certain that this Valentine is from my father to my mother.  It is “To Eleanor…From Guess Who…Calvin W.”

If this is not from my father, I wonder who "Calvin W." was.

My Dad’s middle initial was “L.”  So, what’s with the “W?”

Did she know two “Calvins?”

A Letter to Alexandra from Great-Grandmother Addie Watling-Skinner

February 16, 2010 By: Cal Skinner Category: Addie Louise Skinner, Addie Skinner, Addie Watling-Skinner, Alexandra Gabrielle, Alexandra Geist, Alexandra Skinner, Cal Skinner, Cal Skinner Jr., Robin, Robin Geist, Robin Meredith Geist

Alexandra feeding the ducks on Lake Michigan with her mother Robin Geist Skinner.

My niece Sarah, now in an artist’s residency in Priarietown, Massachusetts, sent me a letter she found from my grandmother Addie Watling-Skinner last month.

Amazingly enough, the letter was addressed to my daughter Alexandra, 28 years old today.

You can see Grandmom’s note to Alexandra below (click to enlarge), but I’ll re-type it to make it easier to read. The undated letter reads,

Dear Alexandra

I would love to see you before I pass away.

I was 95 last year Nov.

We have had 2 big snows.

I wish you could be with me next Tuesday.

I hope you have a nice birthday. I hope God is watching over you and keeping you well & happy.

Lovingly,

From Grand Mom Addie

1996 letter to Alexandra from her Great-Grandmother Addie Watling-Skinner. (Click to enlarge.)

I have one of these scriptures to read each day.

I love them. (She just references the verses she wanted Alexandra to read and didn’t write them out, but I shall from the newly released “Lutheran Study Bible.”)

Hebrews 13:8 “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”

Psalm 27:1 “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”

Psalm 96:4 “For great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; he is to be feared above all gods.”

Psalm 100:3 “Know the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.”

Thes 2:8 “So, being affectionately desirous of you, we were ready to share with you not only the gospel of God but also our own selves, because you had become very dear to us.”

Math 7:8 “For everyone who asks, receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.”

Math 6:33 “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”

Prov. 3:27 “Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due.”

James 5:16b “The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.”

Act 4:20 “…for we cannot but speak of what we have seen and heard.”

A shopping list is written on the back.

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Since we’re on things Skinner today, I thought these links to a biography I wrote about Cal Skinner, Sr., might be of interest:

in the links below:

Biography of Calvin L Skinner – Part 1 – Second Son, School Years

Biography of Calvin L. Skinner – Part 2 – College, Marriage, First Jobs

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 3 – First House, Elected President of the Easton, Maryland, Town Council

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 4 – Storm Sewer Grates, Miles River Yacht Club, Slot Machines, Chesapeake Bay Bridge


Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 5 – Switching Parties, Moving to Salt Lake City, Middletown and Crystal Lake


Biography of Cal L Skinner – Part 6 – The Early Crystal Lake Days, Dipping Feet Slowly into Political Arena

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 7 – Running for County Auditor, Precinct Committeeman, Calling the Meeting that Led to McHenry County College


Biography of Cal Skinner – Part 8 – The Star Reporter, Daughter Ellen Bored in High School, Prohibited from Attending MCC Classes

Biography of Cal L Skinner – Part 9 – Responsible Republicans’ Slate, County Board Reapportionment

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 10 – Unsuccessful County Clerk Try, County Airport Fight, Wife’s Death

It’s too late to meet Grandmom and your Mom-mom and Pop-pop Skinner, but the rest of the family still would like to get to know you as an adult. And we all wish you a “Happy Birthday!”

And it occurs to me that your mother was about 28 when we got married.

Biography of Calvin L Skinner – Part 1 – Second Son, School Years

June 20, 2009 By: Cal Skinner Category: 4-H All-Stars, Abortion, Addie Watling-Skinner, Cal Skinner Sr, Chester, College Loan, Corner Store, Eleanor Skinner, Eleanor Stevens, Fireworks, June 8 1916, Lynching, Maryland, Mule, Queen Anne's County, Student Loan, Sudlersville High School

Father’s Day is tomorrow and it seems appropriate to jot down some thoughts about my Dad.

The story got out of hand, so I’ll cut it up and run some each day until I reach the end.

Calvin LeRoy Skinner was born in Wilmington, Delaware June 8, 1916, the second son of Addie Watling and Roy Skinner.

His mother was running a corner store. She already had son George when she became pregnant with Dad.

I was interviewing her in her 95th year and she suddenly asked,

“Are you in favor of abortion?”

“I don’t know, Grandmom,” I replied, not knowing where she was going.

“Well, you better not, because you wouldn’t be here if I had followed my girlfriends’ advice.”

Her girl friends suggested if she had a second child she would have to close the store.

The family also lived in Chester, Pennsylvania, and on various rental farms in Maryland, two I know of were in Queen Anne’s County.

Dad’s father was a handyman-builder and farmer. He built their home in Chester. At one point his mother worked in a fireworks factory in Chestertown, Maryland, that blew up. She led survivors to safety, crawling under a wire fence.

The family lived on rental farms, one of which was next to his future wife Eleanor Stevens near Barclay, Maryland.

Another was on a road where he and his father saw a black man lynched. They were walking home as the mob was stringing the poor man up. (I wrote Maryland officials interested in lynching, but none are listed in Queen Anne’s County after 1891. I figure this probably occurred in the 1920′s, but Maryland statistics show no lynchings in that decade.)

The last farm was near Route 50 east of Crumpton and Dad farmed it during World War II when his father became unable to do so.

As a high schooler, Dad excelled in agriculture, becoming President of the Maryland 4-H All-Stars. (He must have had a politically astute Ag teacher to win the convention held in Fredericksburg, Maryland.)

As a kid he broke his arm falling out of a tree. His father set it. The result was a slightly bent arm the rest of his life, left, I think.

After graduating from Sudlersville High School, the same year as his future wife Eleanor, in the summer before attending the University of Maryland, he may have received the first student loan.

The local banker asked him,

“Calvin, how are you going to pay for college?”

Dad told him he was going to work his way through.

“Here’s a check book. If you ever need money, write a check.”

Dad got his first car, a Model T with a rumble seat, I believe, when he walked by a man on a road who couldn’t get his vehicle restarted.

“You want it?” he asked.

My father answered in the affirmative.

“It’s yours,” the owner said and walked away.

Tomorrow, Cal Skinner, Sr.’s story continues with Part 2

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Links to all the stories are below:

Biography of Calvin L Skinner – Part 1 – Second Son, School Years

Biography of Calvin L. Skinner – Part 2 – College, Marriage, First Jobs

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 3 – First House, Elected President of the Easton, Maryland, Town Council

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 4 – Storm Sewer Grates, Miles River Yacht Club, Slot Machines, Chesapeake Bay Bridge


Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 5 – Switching Parties, Moving to Salt Lake City, Middletown and Crystal Lake


Biography of Cal L Skinner – Part 6 – The Early Crystal Lake Days, Dipping Feet Slowly into Political Arena

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 7 – Running for County Auditor, Precinct Committeeman, Calling the Meeting that Led to McHenry County College


Biography of Cal Skinner – Part 8 – The Star Reporter, Daughter Ellen Bored in High School, Prohibited from Attending MCC Classes

Biography of Cal L Skinner – Part 9 – Responsible Republicans’ Slate, County Board Reapportionment

Biography of Cal Skinner, Sr. – Part 10 – Unsuccessful County Clerk Try, County Airport Fight, Wife’s Death

Message of the Day – A Decal

March 22, 2009 By: Cal Skinner Category: Addie Skinner, Addie Watling-Skinner, Albrecht Durer, Praying Hands

Today’s “Message of the Day” is a rear window decal.

It is a representation of Durer’s Praying Hands etching.

I first saw them in my grandmother Addie Skinner’s home in Crumpton, Maryland.

She had what I remember as a glass representation.

I last saw them on her coffee table in a senior citizens housing complex in Sudlersville, MD, when I interviewed her.

She was 95 years old.

After her husband Roy died, I noticed that her return address appeared as “Addie Watling-Skinner.” It had never been hyphenated before.

When she died I convinced the family that her name should be hyphenated on her tomb stone.

So, when you see the hyphen in the little cemetery in Crumpton, Maryland, and wonder why, that’s the reason.