Clara Belle Kerber

 

My Aunt Clara was born January 27, 1936. Grandpa called her his California baby since she was conceived on the trip out to that state to visit family.    This picture was taken as they made their way. Check out this old road construction method!   I don't know when or who gave her the nickname "Cookie" but that's what we all called her.  She uses her given name, Clara.  She was named after two of her Kerber Aunts:  Clara Caroline Augusta and Anna Belle Roberts Kerber. 

 She grew up with her older siblings Junior (Herman), Helen and Betty on the family farm in Faucet, MO    and attending the same school at Sparta.  I think she must have been about this age when the family moved into the house on 13th street in St. Joseph.  I love this picture of Aunt Betty on the left and Aunt Cookie

  It always seemed to me that Aunt Cookie looked most like Grandma.    I found it interesting that they are both about the same age and wearing Indian princess costume. 

I believe she finished 8th grade in St. Joseph. I remember her telling me that she started high school when they moved to the farm Grandpa bought in Horton, KS but she just could not settle in there so quit her education at that point.  I believe it was within five years and she, Betty and Helen moved to Topeka for find jobs.  This picture was taken at the farm in Horton, KS.  I think the girls were on there way back to Topeka after a visit.  Left to right:  Betty, Chick Orem (Mother's future husband), Helen (my mother),  Aunt Cookie, Grandma and  Grandpa Kerber.

 
It wasn't long - I think the early 1960s - that the family was together again in Topeka.    Aunt Cookie, Grandpa (Herman Sr.) and Grandma (Louise Seifert) Kerber, Aunt Betty and Helen in the front yard of their new purchase on Mulvane St.  

Aunt Cookie and her friend Lillian, moved to California where other extended Kerber family made their homes.      I believe they rented from her Aunt Clara for a time. 

Memories by Kathleen Kerber Buis

My Aunt Cookie was like a movie star to me when I got to see her. She lived in California and she would visit family in Topeka, Kansas at least once a year.    I usually got to visit from St. Joseph at the same time. She was beautiful,   like Liz Taylor, and she brought back unusual things from California, like the candied orange and lemon candy she offered us once. It looked like the real thing, but was sweet and chewy. I remember those visits as being very special when the family could all be together. Growing up, I always felt love from the Kerber's. Guess that's why it is so easy to love them right back.

Aunt Cookie, like Aunt Betty, always loved animals.  Her first pets were the farm animals and especially her horse  in this picture she is in the middle of Mother on the left and Aunt Betty on the right.  These are some pictures of her with some of her pets over the years.

          

They settled in San Bernardino and lived there for many years.  She worked for a large grocery store chain and retired after as many years.  It was an earthquake that drove them from California to Nebraska where they live today.  I'm sure its been a readjustment to the Midwestern Winters.     

She continued to come back to St. Joseph and Topeka on visits until her health made it hard.    Standing:  Helen (my mother), Uncle Herman and Alan   Sitting: Aunt Clara and Tina taken in the 1990s  

The last time we all were physically together was in  2007 to celebrate the 80th birthday of Uncle Herman's life .   We all knew how hard it was for Aunt Clara and Lil to drive that far given their health issues. 

My mother Helen, her eldest sister, passed away on Mother's Day 2008.  I came down with pneumonia from my drive up from Texas and had to stay at my sister's and could not attend the funeral.  Aunt Cookie was also down with the flu and could not attend so I called her and we spent the time together on the phone sharing our grief.  Later, I got some pictures of Aunt Clara.  They had made the trip from Nebraska to St. Joseph to put floral arrangements on the gravesides of our family members.