Monthly Archives: August 2022

The “Leffler In My Blood” Story

By David Burd

Susan began her “Leffler In My Blood” project over 2 decades ago as a collection of images and stories related to our grandfather John Leffler, his descendants and extended family. Originally published on the now long defunct “MSN Pages”, then moved to Tumblr when MSN Pages was discontinued, and finally moved to the Photo Sharing Platform Flickr. Over the years Susan had collected much more material than she had put up on this Flickr page. Wayne has kindly provided as much of this as he can find (and it’s a lot).

I created this web site to continue Susan’s vision. Over time I hope to organize and post her collection. I have also added an ancestry database which was another of Susan’s interests.

I remember in childhood, Susan saying that her ambition was to be a librarian. Her passion for collecting and preserving information began early. She also loved her extended family dearly, so it makes complete sense to me why she spent time collecting family pictures, letters, anything she could get. I hope to be able to bring it to you on this website in a way that Susan would approve.

Grandpa Leffler’s Still

By Wayne Beals

John and I were talking one day at his home in Graham, Washington. He stated while living in Colorado during the depression he went to the General store one day. After he completed his shopping, he was about to depart. He then he noticed a vat of old prunes that the store was selling in the back garbage area. The prunes went bad and John stated they were molding.

He asked the store owner if he could have them and he said yes but bring back the empty vat later. This was during prohibition and no alcohol was available. John took these prunes home and made a still. After he obtained a quantity of alcohol from the old prunes via his still, he gave some to Grandma Leffler. John said she acted very strange and took off her clothes and started running around the house yelling.

During this story telling, Grandma Leffler heard him and came into the room with her hands on her hips. She told him she didn’t mind him telling stories, but that he should tell the truth.

Your grandpa laughed and told her she was upset because he was telling the truth. Your grandma stomped out out the room upset.