Annie Hindorff, 102, died Sunday, Aug. 9, 1998 in her home in Fallbrook. Born Feb. 7, 1896, in Fallbrook, she had lived her all of her life.
Mrs. Hindorff was preceded in death by her husband, Eric Hindorff, in 1962.
Annie enjoyed a wide variety of interests. She had a "green thumb" and grew beautiful plants from twigs or seeds she found wherever she went. She raised lots of vegetables and fruit trees, as well as many flowers until she could not care for them.
Annie had tried photography with her sisters and had a large collection of pictures she had taken during her lifetime. She enjoyed the outdoors and nature, minerals and rock hunting and had even made some jewelry from some of her rocks. She had enjoyed dancing; especially the old time dances, and accompanied her husband's violin with piano chords. She read the newspaper, and enjoyed learning about the space program. A great circle of correspondence would occasionally find an original poem in her letters.
As she grew older, her auburn hair turned gray, she walked slower, but she still enjoyed walking in the yard, watching the beauty of nature. She still had a twinkle in her eyes, and an instant smile. And she had the sharp wit that we all remember.
Annie Hindorff was born in Fallbrook on Feb. 7, 1896, Denver and Lucy Lamb of the pioneer families of Girds and Lambs. Her father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. D.O. Lamb donated land to the people of Fallbrook. This land is part of what we know as Live Oak Park.
Until she married Eric Hindorff on Oct. 22, 1924, she had lived with her parents and seven siblings in their home where all had been born. From the time of her marriage until her death she lived in the house where she went as a bride; a house about a mile north of the house where she was born. She was very proud of the heritage of her own family and the pioneer family she had joined.
She was a dedicated partner for Mr. Hindorff. She helped tend the bees and harvest the honey. She worked with him trapping predatory animals for the government. Also she helped him catch rattlesnakes to sell during the war (she held the bag).
Annie raised the garden, canned fruits and vegetables and dried them. She sewed dresses for her daughters and taught them to sew their own clothes.
Annie had been a member of Farm Bureau, Olive Rebekah Lodge, Reche Club, North County Gem Society and Fallbrook Historical Society. Annie was a Fallbrook Pioneer for the year 1993, given Honorary Membership of the Reche Club in her recognition as student at the Fallbrook (Reche) School 1902-1910.
According to her daughter Margaret Ray, Annie really got excited watching the launchings to the moon. She had faith that mankind would make it to the moon and she even filmed their launchings on the TV with her little movie camera.
Annie's generation is one that has seen fascinating experiences from the invention of motorcars and electricity to the space program.
She is survived by two sons: Jerald G. Hindorff of Hemet, and Richard B. Hindorff of Kingman, Arizona; four daughters: Velma L. Sierras of Winchester, Margaret N. Ray of Fallbrook, Francis A. Driggs, of Cushing, Oklahoma, and Laura L. Hindorff of Fallbrook; 18 grandchildren; 40+ great-grandchildren; and 30+ great-great grandchildren.
Services were held at Berry-Bell & Hall Mortuary. Pastor Robert Cunningham officiated. Following the services she was buried beside her husband in Fallbrook Oddfellow Cemetery, joining her parents and grandparents (Girds & Lambs) as well as a brother and two sisters, several aunts and uncles and some cousins. Yes, Annie (Lamb) Hindorff will be missed and was a real Native Daughter of Fallbrook.
The following is a poem written by Annie Hindorff:
The Old Honeyhouse
I wandered today to the honey house
And climbed the old wooden stair.
I drew on my imagination
And wished that you could be there.
A festoon of spider webs hung from the eaves
And webs were draped, ceiling to floor.
Gave an eerie feeling swaying there in the breeze
Undisturbed since we closed the door.
I recalled the days last summer
When we worked the whole daylong
Running off golden honey
Hearing the motor's song.
Hearing the hum of the motor,
Humming bees and hissing steam,
The clip-clap of belt on the wheel
Golden honey flows out in a stream.
Balmy days of autumn,
The trees so red and gold,
Reminds us of our younger days.
What'll we be when we are old?
Will we be so blithe and breezy
And dance the whole night through,
Or will we be cross and crabby,
And there's nothing we can do?
Though long the day, tired and weary,
We made plans for the years to come,
Happy to be working together,
Sharing our trials and fun.
We thought not too far in the future
Of the time when no day's work is done,
When we have to sit back and dream
Of the years that were filled and gone.
Now it is cold and quiet,
The droning motor is still.
There is no golden honey,
No yawning tanks to fill.
It is cold and quiet now,
The mice run over the floor;
No golden honey dripping,
No bees humming 'round the door.
I thought far into the future
Wondered when our life's work is done,
Will our spirits return to this honeyhouse
Where we worked together so long?
Will someone take up our work here,
And faithfully carry the load,
Or will our dreams and promises
Be laid by the side of the road?
Who knows what the future may bring us.
Is our work here really worth while?
When we're gone, will we be forgotten,
Or be thought of and give them a smile?
Many years have passed since I wrote this,
The bees have been sold far away.
The barn is a haven for cast-offs,
That are going to be used some day.
(Daughters Laura and Margaret inserted the last verses. Annie had jotted on the backs of envelopes and slips of papers to complete this lovely poem.)
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