Friends in High Places

Gladys Bartlett, Harvey, Rosamond, and Daddy

For as long as I can remember, every Saturday night there was a group of people at our house to play cards.  Canasta was usually the preferred game. They started playing after Daddy finished milking about 7:30 pm and sometimes the game would continue on  until the wee hours of the morning.  Bill and Annamae Kane, Harvey and Rosamond Meadows, Paul and Gladys Bartlett, Budd and Emma Spencer, adding new members to their group as people died or moved away.  These friends stayed friends throughout their lives and did everything together. New Year's Eve they always had oyster stew together and played cards and that continued until Daddy died.

Rosamond and Harvey Meadows

We kids played board games and Daddy would play checkers with us.  His favorite game was Haystack with checkers and he was good at it. Some of my best memories are winter evenings as we sat in the little living room after Daddy had finished milking and we would listen to programs on the floor model radio like Amos and Andy.  Jerry and I would play checkers, draw, color and play on the floor and Daddy would tell us that he would play a game of checkers with us.  Man, he could see the jumps and clean up the board in a hurry and we would all laugh.  Mother would be knitting us mittens and she would think it pretty funny, too.  By 9:00 we were all in bed, but we had a radio upstairs and we always had music in the house and in the barn, and to this day, it is difficult for me to go to sleep without music.  We all loved music.

In 1952 my parents discovered a new invention that some of their friends that lived in high places enjoyed...television.  That changed card night and we started going to Uncle Ted and Aunt Catherine Goodwin's house to watch television on Saturday nights.  Mother would make snacks to take with us and Aunt Catherine would have prepared things for us to enjoy also.

Catherine and Ted Goodwin

I believe the favorite show was wrestling; I would get a real charge out of watching my dad and Uncle Ted enjoy the matches.  They about wore out the chairs that they sat in as they would watch Pat O'Connor and I can't remember the other wrestlers names they would watch.  Then there was the tag team matches, and I thought Daddy and Uncle Ted would take out the seats of their chairs, they would get right up on their knees and holler at the television, they certainly did enjoy the evening.

Sometimes on Friday night we would go to Mark and Rena Coveny's house on the Orebed Road and watch television with them.  The men folks enjoyed watching boxing.  I liked to be able to go early enough to watch Groucho Marks, I always thought he was funny.  I didn't like the fights and would usually fall asleep.  I did enjoy going to Rena's house, she wrote poetry and that amazed me and she would always let me read some of the things that she wrote.  She also had beautiful flowers and helped Mother to grow Dahlias.

Emma and Budd Spencer

Daddy finally got the idea that maybe we could get television at home if we ran a line down from the hill.  He talked to some  people in Mansfield about it and a man came over with equipment to test for a signal.  They found a signal for one, maybe two stations, and with the help of a booster or two, it could be done.  It would be expensive, but could be done.  Daddy decided he wanted to try it and wondered if Uncle Clyde and Aunt Charlotte would be interested in it also, so they split the cost.  Rodney and I were in the sixth grade in 1953 and we got a television for Christmas!  What was on television?  Football!  DARN, we didn't know anything about it, but we left it on, because we could.

Many a night Jerry and I would walk that television line with a stick to knock the snow off just so we could watch television that night without interference, or if there was a storm, a limb would come down on the line break the line and off we would go to make the repair.  It was a job we kids learned to do. We would usually do it while Daddy did the milking.  Daddy would go if it was something that we couldn't fix.  We would take the tractor part way and one of us would go up and the other one would go down to make the job quicker.  Later we added another antenna to pick up more stations and extended the line so more neighbors could also have television.  I don't remember Daddy ever charging his neighbors and if there were repairs, I suppose he and Uncle Clyde paid for it.  Quite a bit different from today's cable and satellite TV!

Deer Hunting

I cannot remember a time when my family was not involved in hunting.  Deer season was always a very special time.  My mother always took in hunters, and that meant a lot of work for all of us.  Now that I am an adult, I realize just how much work was involved.  The work started in the spring when the garden was started and right through the year, with preparation of extra food to have for the hunters.  Those guys liked to eat!  They loved home cooked food and my mother was an excellent cook!

Mother would have her menus all planned out weeks ahead of their arrival.  The guys would start arriving on Sunday afternoon.  Sometimes we would have as many as fourteen men staying at our house, but no one seemed to care.  There was lots of excitement and the stories to be told.  With everyone talking, you could hardly hear yourself think!  It was so loud, but we loved it.  My Uncle George would come up from Ephrata for the week and we looked forward to that also.  He would sit at the table in the kitchen with the family and eat with us.  Uncle George's favorite expression was "hell's bells".  It is an expression that I picked up from him and still say it from time to time.  I really loved that guy and cherished time spent at his home with him and Aunt Wilma.

One time when a group of returning hunters came they brought Jerry toy New Holland tractor equipment.  We were pretty happy kids, we played for hours with those toys and you know when warm weather came they went outside.  They were prized toys!

Sunday night was usually homemade soup and sandwiches with pie for dessert.  I would always help mother clear the table and help with the dishes.  After the dishes were done, we would pack lunches for the next day.  Everyone would get a sandwich, cookies, fruit and a Hershey bar.  She would always put our telephone number in their lunch bag in case they came out someplace and not know where they were, so they could call us.

We all went to bed early and everyone was up before dawn.  Mother always made pancakes with our homemade maple syrup and our own sausage the first morning.  Daddy would do the milking and be back to eat breakfast and then be ready to go to the woods when the rest of the guys were ready.  Uncle Ted would often be ready to go hunting with the guys and he would bring his truck for everyone to load into.  Daddy always told the guys there would be no drinking while hunting, so leave their drink at home and they would take their flasks back to the house.  He would warn them about being careful to shoot only bucks.  They always posted their roster on the front porch as instructed by law.  Off they would go.

Back then when they hunted, they would drive the woods and have men posted to watch for the deer to come out.  The men would take turns on who would drive and who would watch.  This was long before tree stands were thought about.   This is one reason they wanted Daddy, Uncle Ted, or Uncle George along to tell them where they should go and how it was best to drive and post a certain area.  It was always good to do a head count so you didn't leave a hunter on a watch and go on to the next spot without him.  I remember hearing a story about leaving a hunter on Cobbler's Knob for a whole morning before someone realized he was missing.

Barbine group

Usually Daddy would come home before the other guys, as he would have to clean the barn.  He would always carry his 30.06 on the tractor when he took the stables out just in case he saw a buck and he would always take a break and come out of the barn and check the hill for deer, and I remember one year that was how he got his deer.  His rifle would shoot accurately at that distance, but the guys from Quakertown couldn't believe it, so he paced it off to prove it! You can see from the picture it is a good distance up to the edge of the woods.

Daddy would get his barn cleaned out and get the cows fed for the evening and throw down the hay and straw and be ready for dinner and the return of the hunters.  They would come back with stories of all kind, some would have gotten their bucks that would need to be strung up in the back yard, back then it was always cold and the meat would be frozen quickly and the hunters would take the deer home on their cars showing off their trophies!!

Mother would have a large dinner ready for the men, usually a roast with mashed potatoes, gravy, several kinds of vegetables, cabbage salad, homemade bread, cinnamon rolls, assorted homemade pickles and for dessert on the second night was usually her homemade chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting.   After dinner, the leader of the group would get the roster and call the roll of who got a deer and who didn't.  Shame for the hunters that didn't get a buck,  he would cut the tail off of their shirt, pin it to the roster and hang it back on the porch!  I remember one year one of the men had a brand new Woolrich shirt on.  It didn't matter...off came his shirt tail!

After dinner the guys got cleaned up.  Sometimes the younger ones went into town to the local bars while the older ones would enjoy staying at home retelling the stories of the day and getting into bed early.  When Jerry and I were in school, we would be selling Christmas seals during hunting season.  The kids would always want us on their teams, as we always had good luck selling seals to the hunters.  We would always sell all that we had.

Jerry, Ralph with Pop's deer along with Queenie - Daddy's dog.

One year when the Barbine group of hunters was with us, Pop wanted to cook dinner one evening and Mother agreed.  He made Italian spaghetti and it was delicious.  Mother was used to the way she prepared her spaghetti, which was also homemade; however, Pop put Italian sausage in it, some different spices, lots of garlic, the whole top of the stove was bubbling with sauces.  They also made homemade Italian bread to go with it.  Mother told me afterwards, that she was more tired than if she had done the whole meal herself, but she enjoyed the day working with Pop.

All of this went on for three days, as most of the hunters left on Thursday morning.  Uncle George would stay the rest of the week.

Tarrintino group 1949 Note Jerry and Daddy with the group.

The first bunch of guys came from Quakertown were the Tarrintino boys (Johnny, Frankie, Joey, I  don't remember the rest of the men in that group) in the 1950's.  In 1981 when we moved back from Ohio, Frankie came to my house and visited for a while, it was really nice to catch up on his family and relive those years again.

The second group of hunters was from Media area Joseph Barbine family, that was in the 60's.  Ralph and I were guests in their homes and were treated royally.  We went to the Italian Club and enjoyed an evening of dancing and entertainment.

As far as stories of actually getting a deer, I guess my brother would have to tell those stories.  I do recall, a story of one fellow shooting an illegal deer and my dad being really upset with the man, as he had warned the men about that.  I also remember Junior shooting a deer and dragging it down, and then couldn't find it.  Jerry and I found it the spring with Junior's red handkerchief still tied to the rack, so we knew it was Junior's deer, and it really wasn't far from the road, how he forgot where it was we didn't know.

I used to go hunting with the guys myself when I got older; in fact, the first time I shot a rifle it was my dad's 30.06, which was a Teddy Roosevelt Model with a steel butt plate.  I always shoot left handed.  Daddy put me up next to the barn and showed me how to use the open site.  I pulled the trigger and thought I had  broken my shoulder, but I hit my target. The first rifle was a
222, I never got a deer with it, but lots of woodchucks.  I loved shooting and did a lot of it growing up.  Jerry was good to share his hand guns with me and I would often shoot with him and Davy.

Wintertime in the Country

Francis and Daddy with King and Queen

For as long as I can remember,  Daddy would tell about the difficulty he faced when it came to removing the snow just so he could clean the barn and simply get out of the drive way.  This was before he had a tractor to put a blade on to push the snow with.  He had to use horses and use a stone bolt behind the horses, which actually just packed the snow down.  The picture above shows King and Queen the horses, and Francis Spencer, who was our cousin and our farrier and one of our best neighbors ever and with Daddy and Laddie, our Collie dog.  You can tell that it was really cold, by the breath showing from the horses.  This picture was taken in 1946.

Eugene Drew with Ned and Dutch

Daddy cleaned the barn by hand in those days and used a wooden box placed on a set of bob sleds. In turn, that box was also unloaded by hand.  Hard work!  He continued to do it this way in the winter time until he was able to purchased a manure spreader with steel wheels in the late 1940's.  This picture was taken in February, 1941.  The horses are ones that Mother and Daddy started farming with Ned and Dutch.  The little boy standing by the wagon is my cousin, Eugene Drew.  He stayed with Mother and Daddy while his Mother and Daddy were getting a new baby brother.  (Uncle Pete and Aunt Eloise and cousin Dan)

You can see from the third picture that there was some really deep snows back then, and some hand shoveling was done and from what I remember we didn't have snow shovels, we used scoop shovels and we used those things for everything, I remember riding down hill on them, shoveling coal into the stove, shoveling corn into feed bags to get a grist ready, scooping up oats into a bag, any type of grain that would be in the granary.

When we got the first snow of the season, we always used the scoop shovel to shovel snow up against the house, as that kept the wind from blowing in around the foundation.  Once we had the first snow, it usually stayed all winter long.  It often came on Halloween night and the ground would stay white for the rest of the winter.  Which was fine with me because I hated mud.  With snow on the ground there was always something for us kids to do.  Snow on the ground kept the pipes going to the barn from freezing. I don't think I ever remember of the pipes freezing and the barn was always warm from the body heat of the cows.  Jerry and I always liked to go to the barn with Daddy at night and play with the kitties or  play in the pile of fresh straw that Daddy would have thrown down from the loft, to bed the cows with.  When we got older, that was my favorite job, bedding the cows with fresh straw and feeding the baby calves.  I still have a scar on my finger where a calf bit me, when I was teaching one to drink from a bucket.

Daddy

In 1941, Daddy started driving school bus for Charleston School District which presented a problem.  He had to be able to get out of the drive way. so he and Francis Spencer devised a way they could plow the driveway with a plank on the stone bolt with extra weight on the stone bolt.  Daddy put chains on the school bus and he was able to pick up all of the kids.  Bob McConnell told me he was amazed at the ease Daddy showed in being able to to negotiate the rural road to get the kids to school. Daisy tells me that she remembers riding on this bus and the majority of the bus was made from wood, she said that she caught her toe on something near the door and fell and hurt her leg one time, she her memories of the "wooden bus" are not the best.

 I remember Daddy telling of one snow storm when it was particularly difficult to get all of the kids picked up. He got to the school a bit late and the principal met him at the door to tell him they were going to dismiss school, so he could take all of the kids home again.  He said he told the man,"All right, sir, we will go home.", and turned and asked the kids if they all wanted to ride downhill instead of going to school.  Everyone was happy!  The older boys had to help him push the bus up the hill that day to get the kids home, but they didn't care, they were going sledding.

Bob McConnell always said that Daddy was the best school bus driver he ever had.  All of us kids loved Bob and grew up having a lot of respect for him.  He always drove the truck that took our calves and cows to market and brought us livestock to us when we needed a new cow, or even a rabbit, or a goat.

 *A little side story about Bob McConnell.  He came to load a couple of hogs for Daddy and he couldn't get them to go up the ramp into the truck.  Daddy suggested putting a pail over the pigs head first, well it worked like a charm and Bob used that trick from then on.  Bob loved sharing that story with us kids and later sharing it with the grandkids.  Every-time he came he had a dime in his  pocket for us kids and later it was a quarter for the grandkids and when he died, my son who had just been here from Florida to visit with him, wanted to make sure he had a quarter in his hand when he was buried.  Bob McConnell, a well remembered friend and neighbor.

Pets

The barn was our playground on a rainy day.  We would walk across the beams of the barn and dare the other to walk faster or jump from one mow to the next anything to be braver than the other.  Swing on the ropes in the barn, or just lay in the hay and chat or tell stories.  It was the perfect place to hunt for baby kittens.  We always had a bunch of cats and Daddy always fed them in the barn, they were not allowed in the house.  Once in a while we would carry a kitten to the house to show Mother especially if it were a  yellow kitten, but cats and dogs didn't belong in the house, not with a warm barn for them to live in.

Laddie

The first dog that I remember was a collie named Laddie. Mother and Daddy had him when I was born.  He was a good cow dog!  When it was time to get the cows in the barn to be milked, Daddy would tell Laddie, "Go get the cows, Laddie." and he would go to where ever the cows were and bring them to the barn.  Whenever Daddy was outside, you would find Laddie.  He was very protective of Jerry and me when we were outside, but as he got older he got to be hard of hearing. One winter night after dark, Jerry was going to go into the barn.  Laddie was laying in front of the barn door and Jerry tried to get by him, but couldn't get past him, so he nudged him a little.  The nudge must have frightened him, so he jumped at Jerry and bit him.  The decision was made that it was time to have Laddie put down.  Daddy called the Dr. Lynch the next day and he came to the farm and took care of the task at hand.  We kids were told to stay inside that day, although we knew what was going to happen.

I don't remember what dog we had after Laddie, we always had a dog, some good and some not so good.  I remember Dock, a beautiful black curly haired dog that was a good coon dog.  Then there was Socks, but all he did was chase deer.  Ted Compton told us that he shot him.  Daddy was very fond of Dalmatians.  One summer Burdette Fuller gave a Dalmatian to Jerry.  He was named Corky. Corky just didn't want to stay at our house and would travel back up the road to the Fuller farm.  One time when Jerry went up to bring him home, Burdette told Jerry, he had already given him 14 dogs, how many more did he want?!

Kathy and King

On the day before school started, Corky got hit by a car in front of our house, yes he was going back to Fuller's.  We were all heart broken, so Mother and Daddy decided they would pick Jerry and me up after school the next day and we would go to Elmira, NY and look for a new dog.  I remember it well, as it was my first day to attend school in Wellsboro.  I was in the ninth grade 1955. We went to all of the kennels and finally to the dog pond and they had a beautiful dalmatian that had been dropped off due to a divorce. King was his name.  We was the dog for us!  He rode all the way home with his chin resting on the front seat beside of my Mother!!  He was the first dog to have an inside home.  He certainly was a well loved dog by the whole family.

After King, Daddy had another Dalmatian, Angel and if I remember right, she was stolen from Daddy's truck, this was after I was maried.  His next Dalmatian was Queenie and he and Jerry had a beagle, Snoopy, that they hunted with.  Daddy always liked having a dog around to follow after him.  In fact he loved any type of animal, but that is another story.

Malinda

I had a favorite cat when I was young and her name was Malinda.  She was a beautiful mixture of tiger and white.You will note from the picture that her feet look a little different.  She was a seven toed cat, which made her a little different.   I would sneak her into the house from time to time usually when Mother wasn't around.  Daddy on the other hand would sit at the barn while he was waiting on a milker and the cats would sit on his shoulder and he would be petting them.  He would squirt milk into their mouths!!

Jerry and Davy

Jerry's favorite playmate as he got older was Davy Fuller.  He was my age, but he and Jerry had much more in common.  Davy's father, Burdette, was a great hunter and he passed that love of hunting down to his son and Jerry.  (Just a little side note about Burdette...I can remember being at their house one time and Burdette was putting on his boots, he had an end of a cigar in his mouth and was chatting with us as he was putting these boots on.  My gosh, it took him forever to get these boots on!  First he would have a wrinkle in a sock, or something else would be wrong. I kept thinking we would never get where we were going, or he would go without boots!  He was never in a hurry and neither was his wife Betty.  Good folks, loved to tell stories and laugh about it.) Burdette and Betty Fuller.

Jerry with a beaver that he had trapped.

 In the 1950's Burdette taught Davy and Jerry how to run a trap line and they both did that before and after school during the winter months.  Davy trapped the upper part of Catlin Hollow and Jerry did the lower part. They trapped muskrat, mink, fox and horned owl.  For muskrats, they would get $1.00 to $1.25 for the hide. a mink would bring between $20.00 and $30.00, a fox would come in at $4.00, and the bounty on a horned owl was $5.00.  I thought it was interesting on how they trapped for a horned owl.  They would cut the top out of an old tree and anchor an old roost out of a chicken house to the top of the old tree and bait it with the meat of one of the animals they had skinned.  Now I understand the horned owl is protected.

Red

In the late summer and fall they hunted raccoons. Jerry had a Redbone Coonhound that he named
Red.  He saved his money and ordered him from a magazine.  When he arrived he was a skinny looking thing, but Jerry fell in love with that dog, built him a beautiful house and put it out beside the garage and Red seemed very happy in his new home.  I will never forget the first time my Mother saw that poor dog when Jerry picked up the shipping crate, he was just a bag of bones covered with red hair, but he immediately loved Jerry. Mother thought she had to fatten him up quickly, she felt so sorry for him.  Everyone was pretty proud of Jerry for what he had accomplished.  He and Davy had a lot of fun with Red and we all loved to hear his bark when he spotted a coon or was on a track, he had his own sound.  A raccoon hide would bring in around $2.00 if it was a good one.

Jerry

In the late 50's Jerry and Davy decided to build a Cabin.  None of this Hut stuff for them now, they were on to bigger and better things, but they were back begging to Daddy for material to construct said cabin.  It seems that Daddy and Jerry had used a cross cut saw to cut down some pine and oak of Daddy's and taken them to Alan Raker's saw mill to have them cut up into lumber, so Daddy let them use some of that lumber.  They had railroad ties to use for the foundation, so now they just needed to supply the labor and that they did.  They constructed a two room cabin with a sub-floor and a main floor.  It had a nice roof and a real smoke stack.  They used a kerosene heater first for heat, then they remembered our cast iron brooder stoves that we had in our huts, so they scavenged one of those, and that worked pretty well until they caught the floor on fire.  They didn't have any water to put the fire out and had to use a barrel of cider to put out the fire that had already burned into the sub floor.  I guess the cider hadn't turned too hard yet or that could have been a big problem.  They later acquired a cook-stove that worked much better for their purpose.

In the picture, you can see that they had curtains in the window.  I asked them what the curtains were made from, but neither of them could tell me.  They both had a lot of fun at their cabin and spent many nights there.

I can remember being in the cabin only once and that was after I was married, in fact Jerry was married, and I think Davy was also.  We had been out spotting deer and someone shot a deer, so we took it to the cabin to dress it out.  When we went to open the trunk of the car, we found much to our surprise, the deer's tail was hanging out of the trunk.  Daddy was also surprised when he found the venison in his washing tubs in the morning.  Enough said.

Davy and Jerry

Jerry and Davy killed a rattlesnake on the way up to the cabin one time.  Davy said that he cut a stick to kill the snake with.  It started out to be a long stick, but by the time he got the stick the way he wanted, it was a little shorter than he would have liked.  At that time they could get a dollar for a rattlesnake and now it is illegal to kill one.  Davy recently told me a story that I had heard Aunt Charlotte tell before.  When Rodney was a baby Aunt Charlotte had him out in the yard playing on a blanket and when she picked up the blanket to bring him in there were two rattlesnakes under it! Burdette was called and he killed both of the snakes.

Jerry and Davy

When we were kids, we could use our coaster sleds to ride down hill and we all had them.  We rode on the roads more than the hills.  The snow was always pretty deep and there were always deeper drifts to have to get through, so the roads were easy access compared to the hills.  People didn't travel the back roads much and they looked out for the kids back in those days too.

Davy made a toboggan out of some steel roofing one year.  He nailed wooden slats on the top of it so we would know where to sit.  As he tells the story, the first time down the Ice House Road, it went so fast that the slats flew off never to be seen again, as the road was glare ice and we literately flew down the road.  We had the week off from school because it was too cold to heat the school, so we kids rode down hill the whole week.   We rode down the Ely Hill Road or the Ding Dang Road and Ice House Road.  They didn't cinder then, as the cars used chains.  If it thawed during the day the road would freeze again overnight and we were ready to go again in the morning. When we got home our clothes were frozen stiff and could stand by themselves, but we had a ball.  It was a great week of fun, thanks to Davy and his toboggan.

Davy's parents also had a farm pond that we ice skated on, we had many skating parties there.  I remember having a birthday skating party there when I was a teenager.  After a day of skating we went back to our house and Mother fixed a big spaghetti dinner for all of us.  We had boys and girls at that party. All of the Bryant boys were at that party too.   It was great fun for all of us.  If we didn't have a dinner waiting for us, we always had hot chocolate and cookies.  Back then it wasn't the instant mix, it was homemade hot chocolate syrup with fresh milk from our own cows.

 If there was enough ice in the creek we would often have homemade ice cream and that was a special treat.  One of my favorite flavors was banana or grape nut, which was really Post Grape Nut cereal added to vanilla ice cream.  Daddy would take a burlap bag and an ax and go the creek and chop out some ice and bring it to the house then use a maul to break it up into small pieces that would fit in around the tank in the ice cream freezer.  While Daddy was doing that Mother would cook the custard for the ice cream using fresh milk, mostly cream and eggs from our chickens to make the base for the ice cream.  We would all take turns cranking the ice cream until it was frozen; the best part was being able to spoon off the paddles when the ice cream was frozen.  We kids got to do that, then the ice cream was packed in ice and salt until we were ready to eat, sometimes we were ready to eat it right now!!  We kids were always ready NOW!

Huts

Kathy, Jerry, Rodney, and Jim Hill

When we got old enough to venture  to the creek out behind the barn, life took on a whole new meaning, there was water, fish, tadpoles, frogs, fossils, stones to throw.  I remember when my cousin (Rodney Smith) who lived next door and was the same age as me, came down and we started a forget-me-not factory.  We pulled up the flowers and we all sat in different places in the creek and sent the flowers down the creek, we would spend a lot of time doing that keeping cool and having fun.

Some time later we decided to build huts over in the woods, actually it was Uncle Clyde's and Aunt Charlotte's woods who was Rodney's father.  We gathered lumber from anyplace that we could find it along with nails, rusty and crooked ones, Jerry and I learned to straighten them.  I can remember during the  construction period Daddy would look for something and not be able to find it and it would usually be over across the creek in the hut.  Jerry or I would have to scamper over and bring it back.  Daddy would always say, " I don't mind you using it, just remember to bring it back when you come back".  We used our little "Red Ryder wagon" to transport supplies from the house to our hut.  It is a good thing the creek wasn't high, because we had to ford the creek each time we went.

Once we got the huts built; yes we built two, one for Jerry and me and one a little further into the woods for Rodney, we had to furnish them.  Everything that we used in our playhouses had to be moved to our huts.  We were a little older, so maybe we should have a cook stove. Sure!  We would use a cast iron brooder stoves that Daddy once used the chicken houses, before we had gas brooder stoves.  Perfect!  Darn, they were heavy!  No problem with our wagons, one to pull, one to push.  It was rough going through the creek, but we made it.  It took us the majority of the day to haul two of those heavy dudes to both of our huts. Hey!  We have to cut a hole through our new roofs.  We didn't think of that during construction.  We needed stove pipe too, so another trip back to the house to hunt for stove pipe.  We found enough for both huts and by then it was almost supper time.  We did have lots of kindling in all of those pine trees; it certainly smelled good burning.  It was a success, we were happy kids!

We kept making improvements to our huts all summer long and they were looking better each and every day.  One afternoon we were climbing trees and I was pretending to be a squirrel.  I went out on a limb that was dead and down it came with me on it.  I hit the barbed wire fence!  Of course, back then girls didn't wear pants.  I was wearing a dress and nothing to protect my legs, so a barb took a hunk out of my leg and scratched down the side of my left leg.  It bled like crazy and it scared all of us. We ran back home quickly for help.  Mother cleaned it up and put on some of Grandpa Gerow's Black Liniment and a bandage.  To this day, I still have a horrible scar. I am pretty choice on what trees I climb now!

We had a lot of fun in our huts and decided to stay overnight one warm summer night.  We got everything ready, but by the time it got dark, we chickened out and ran back to the house to sleep on the front porch!  There were lots of strange sounds after dark!

Jerry, Kathy, Rodney

One year Rodney and I put up a Christmas tree in our huts and decorated them.  They were so pretty! We had a very mild winter and enjoyed being over there during our vacation.  After Christmas we were both in our huts playing.  I looked towards Rodney's hut and could see smoke, so I quickly ran over to his to see what was wrong.  When I got there, he was outside and he told me that he thought he would burn up his tree in his stove.  It was a bit much for his stove and he about burned down his hut!

Rodney and I were great friends and did many things together all of our lives.  We built a radio station together and did little broadcasts and played music together.  Aunt Charlotte was always encouraging us to play together because he was an only child.  We had fun together and spend a lot of time going back and forth between our houses.

Uncle Clyde, Aunt Charlotte, and Rodney 1960

Once we got to high school, he got me in trouble with different boyfriends.  Rodney was still my best friend and boyfriends didn't understand that.  We went to movies together, called each other, rode the bus together and sat together, danced together, walked in the halls together, went to graduation together and parties together, rode to work together.  We were friends after we were both married, I helped he and his wife after their babies were born.  I miss him so much now that he is gone.  Truly a best friend from the time we were old enough to be friends.

Playmates

Jerry and Kathy

Growing up in the country as my brother (Jerry) and I did, we didn't have a lot of close neighbors to play with.  There were not any little girls, so I played with the boys and didn't think anything about it.

Actually, the best playmate was my brother and we  played  together all of the time.  We were good buddies, Mother said that we didn't fight and never had bad words to say to each other.  We were all we had and were only 18 months apart, so we grew up close and stayed close as playmates.

Kathy

I can remember Jerry got a tricycle (blue) before I did.  He got his for Christmas and rode it in the house.  Around and around he went, but I didn't have one to ride.  That just didn't work for me!  Then came my birthday in January.  I  got my red tricycle and then there were two of us riding around the inside of the house.  We banged holes in the woodwork in every doorway that we traveled through, but Mother didn't say a word about it.  Secretly I think she was glad to see Spring come that year.

Once outside we could ride up and down the driveway, through the mud puddles.  My doll got to ride with me.  Jerry had to put his new holster and cap-gun on to ride his.  We played house and cowboys and Indians a lot and spent a lot of time playing with miniature tractors, wagons and farming machinery.  We made little mounds of hay to put in our pretend barns, anything that Daddy would have done we did.

We had playhouses in old chicken houses that we cleaned out. Mother would give us old cast off things that just delighted us.  We made curtains out of feed sacks, had old dishes with cracks, washed tin cans.  We even used to stir up flour and water, put in the sun to dry then pick strawberries and put on the dried flour and eat it and think it was a great food.

One time I wanted to have a play house in the back of the barn and Daddy told me I couldn't because the Milk Inspector wouldn't allow it. Determined to have my play house, I went to check when the inspector had been there last and told Daddy he wouldn't be there for a while, so Daddy told me I would have to move my stuff by the end of the week.  I was cleaning out a spot while Daddy was milking and there were cobwebs hanging from where I wanted a light bulb, so I took a metal spoon with a wooden handle and I cleaned out the cobwebs, but in the process I hit the socket and blew a fuse. Everything went dark and the milker stopped! Daddy called my name and I knew I was in trouble.  I answered him and said, "Here I am."  Daddy came in to make sure I was alright and then took me by the hand to the fuse box.  After he inserted a new fuse, we went back to the cows that had milkers on them, then to my to be playhouse to see what I had done.  He explained to me that if that spoon hadn't had the wooden handle I could have been killed.  After that, I decided I didn't need a play house with electric lights!!