Logan Street - Named For Her Family

In browsing the Haigler State Bank where my dad, Lee C. Logan was a cashier, I was rewarded with your blog on history. I was born in Haigler in April l923. When the Nebraska State Banks went broke, we moved to an Ohio farm my parents had inherited. After one year of disasters, we moved to Omaha and later to the Sandhills on Pine Creek. (crick in those days.) In 1936, we came to Seattle where our fortunes turned for the better.

Since I was not yet six when we left Haigler, I am surprised that I remember many of the people whose names you include in Haigler history. I remember, some vaguely, these families:
the Larned Family, of course, because my dad worked in their bank and kept in touch with them almost until his death...Molly Green I remember quite well because she was such a warm, friendly person....The Ventice family lived across the street from us and Mrs. Ventice baby-sat me when my family went to my grandmother Florence Logan's funeral. .Andrew Ventice was their son and I remember he had a tent in his front yard.

Mamie Turpin lived next door to us and her son was Billy Turpin (think his name was Billy). My parents spoke of Bill Zuege, the Schilts and the Schumutte families, a Belle Porter, and I heard a lot about those important citizens: Tom Ashton and Harry Clegg. Harry's daughter married my uncle, Bud Logan. All of their three children have died, the most recent were Gerrald and Marilyn who passed away in the past few months in Seattle. Their children all live in the Seattle area.

I remember Charles Roach, for sure. He was mischievous and he and my brother, Bill, got into trouble now and then. My older brother, Bob, was in love at the age of 12 with a girl named Helen Grace Kelly.

Fred Crone's bank went broke in the 1929 crash and the Crone's moved to California. I visited them in WW II when I was in the Navy.

Billy Armstrong, Garnet Hoover and a few other names ring a bell with me. It is amazing that I remember so much about Haigler since I was not quite six when we left.

I see that there is a Logan street in Haigler. Perhaps it was named for my grandfather who was a pillar in the community. Katye Logan was Superintendent of Dundy County Schools and she was my first teacher.

I wrote a 300 page memoir of the Great Depression (deja vu) and WW II it included the Haigler period of my life.

Lois Logan Horn

Nebraska Banks

My Memories of Haigler

By Viola (Schmutte) Pearson

Haigler, Nebraska, 1986

Not long ago I heard someone on T.V. say that once you leave home at an age when it is time to be out on your own, that it is never quite the same when you go back home, that you can’t really go home again. Well, in a way, I wouldn’t know for I have always been home. With the exception of a few short terms, Haigler has always been home to me.

I was born in the little white house on the corner and my brother Voland was also born there.

OUR TOWN: MAIN STREET.

For twenty-five years, Voland, my brother Bill and I grew up on Main Street when Mom and Dad had the Café.

How deep in the soul run memories of one’s Home Town. Memories of good times and bad times, some joyful and some sad. Friendships made at that time of our lives last forever.

Then we moved up on the hill into our nice new home and a new little baby brother—Teddy.

Lord, we thank you for the memories that are all stored away in the past, to grow up in a town where each day and each change is a part of our lives.

I can’t go home again because I am home.

But Jesus tells us we can find a new Message of a new tomorrow and a new Home Town. He can lead us to a new life—in a New Home Town.

-- Haigler Centennial Book, 1986