They invented or improvised what they could not buy - tools and machines to run their farms and their ice cream shops.
They raced to an early morning market, returned to work the fields and greenhouses - and then on the seventh day they dealt out the cards, swung a bat, drove to Kohler’s ice cream shop, and played a concertina and accordion.
There are now four, five, six generations, (only if we stop counting at six), that carry their name - their humor, their faith, and their willingness to teach the next generation. Their history may spur a question or two, but a story told by one who was there will make you laugh, cry and wonder if there were more that they did not tell.