I started school at Jefferson School with Mrs. Young as my teacher. Or was it Miss? She had taught Mother at Jefferson school. The Smith's picked me and someone else up every morning. One winter morning while I waited in the snow, beside the water pump. I stuck my tongue on the pump handle. I do not know why. I heard the car coming up the hill and pulled away real fast. I can still remember how it hurt. Here's what I remember as my first day of school. Mother drove me and waited beside the car while I walked up to that heavy door and went inside. It may not have been my first day. Mother said she probably had her wash in the car with Sue and Mick an would have been pregnant with Bob.
The windmill and the pump in front of the house provided the water for the house. Mother or Dad would carry it into the house in a white enamel pail. We had a matching dipper to drink from. Yes we all drank from the same dipper. The house had no running water and no bathroom. There was an outhouse and a galvanized tub was brought in from the back porch for baths in the kitchen.
I remember riding in a horse drawn wagon while Dad picked corn. One side was higher than te other and he bounced the ears off that side. I don't know if I got it by ears of corn. I vaguely remember a lot of people butchering a pig. I definitely remember the fatty"cracklings" Mother heated to get the cans of lard. Then they were givie to Grandma Anderson for making lye soap.
One day Dad brought home two snowy white puppies, one for me and one for Suzie. Apparently we could only keep one and one day mine was gone. No explanation. I think we named that dog Snowball. I don't know if it was the one that bit Sue.
I got hit above the eye with a glass bottle. Paul Dee was holding the bottle and told me to duck he was going to throw the bottle. I didn't duck and the next thing I remember was laying on the kitchen table with wet cloths on my head.
I remember both, Franty and Virgil visiting us in uniform. It seemed to me they just appeared and stayed for a day or two and left again. I knew they came from the war. Grandma and Grandpa Gatewood would come to visit after they had been in Phoenix bringing grapefruit and oranges. Grandpa had asthma and would burn a green powder called Asthmador. We liked to "smoke" with Grandpa. Julia, Harley, Delaine and Richard Gould would drive from Colorado for a visit. Richard was always sick with asthma. I was digging in the dirt one time when Uncle Harley came by and asked if I was digging my way to China. He told me I could. I worked at it for a couple of days and then one night it rained and my very small hole to China filled with water and I lost interest.
Sometime after we left there, Eddie Peterson built himself a little house along the creek and tried to make a pond by building or having built a dam. The beavers didn't like his dam and tore it down. The Ethel and Eddie Peterson lived in Omaha. Eddie needed a retreat.
There was a pond there for a while. We no longer lived there when Dad tried to teach me to ice skate on Eddie's pond. He could ice skate quite well and said if I could roller skate there was no reason why I couldn't ice skate. Well I couldn't.
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I don't remember too much about the Peterson place. I do remember when we would all go ice skating. Dad and his friends would play hockey. I also remember that Eddie Peterson had had some kind of brain surgery and had an indentation on each side of his forehead.
Dad & I are the only ones in our family that did not attend Jefferson school. We moved to the Way place before I started and back to Grandpa's farm when I moved on to high school.
Myrna, thank you so much for writing down these memories. What a treasure! I had no idea that Dad could ice skate!
I have Dad's cornhusking hook and a piece of leather Mom saide he wore under it to keep from getting blisters.
I remember drinking from a dipper when we visited George and Anna Kroger.
And I remember visits from the Colorado people.
I also remember Grandpa's Asthmador. His wheezing scared me. I was sure he was going to drop dead right there at the kitchen table.
Thanks, again.
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