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Birth:
Caldwell, Idaho 1
Death:
21 Mar 2010 2
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Brenda Steunenberg circa 1921
Brenda Steunenberg circa 1921
Probably taken in Caldwell, Idaho
Brenda Steunenberg, circa 1925
Brenda Steunenberg, circa 1925
Taken at the Frazier Farmstead in Milton, Oregon.
The family of Julian and Frances Steunenberg
The family of Julian and Frances Steunenberg
That little peep squeak on the far left is my mom. She was the last surviving child. Continuing to the right, Jule, Cal, Frank, Doris, Grandma Frances and Grandpa Julian.
Brenda Steunenberg Richards 1918 - 2010
Brenda Steunenberg Richards 1918 - 2010
http://steunenberg.blogspot.com/2008/03/brenda-steunenberg-richards-graduate.html
Brenda R. Richards
Brenda R. Richards
My mom and me in 1951...well you can sort of see me.
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Mom (600 x 450) (4).jpg

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Full Name:
Brenda Ruth Richards 2
Birth:
Caldwell, Idaho 1
Birth:
Female 1
Birth:
26 Aug 1918 2
Death:
21 Mar 2010 2
Residence:
Last Residence: Paso Robles, CA 2
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Birth:
Mother: Frances Wood Steunenberg 1
Father: Julian Pope Steunenberg 1
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Family:
Grandfather: Governor Frank Steunenberg of Idaho 1
Grandmother: Eveline "Belle" Keppel Steunenberg 1
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Card Issued: California 2

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Motherly Love

When I was a young kid, there must have been moments when I frustrated and made Mom mad. The funny thing is I don’t ever remember any raised voice, any pain from a spanking or even having been sent to my room. I certainly was not a perfect child, so no doubt such guidance was required from time to time. I do remember there was one of those dime store paddles, the ones we bought as kids that had a ball attached with a rubber band. We had a lot of fun playing paddle ball, but when the rubber band finally broke, these toys of joy could suddenly turn against us. They became recycled into a formidable paddle board for use on our backsides...or at least that is what we thought. Our paddle was kept up on top of the refrigerator, out of reach, and served as a reminder of what at least could happen. Maybe Mom already knew that its mere presence would be enough, as I don’t recall it ever hitting by rear end like I probably deserved. Usually, just the glint in her eyes and a few kind but clear words of guidance was sufficient. If that paddle ever did make contact, the pangs of pain were far too faint to be etched into memory. I guess what determines if a little spanking, or even just the thought of it, is a good thing is if it teaches a lesson in behavior and you don’t remember anything bad about the punishment. I am still learning from my mom and the wisdom of her over nine decades on this earth and her love and lessons continue to guide me every day.

I love you mom.

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