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The Fletcher Family Story
Page Four
As Told by Mattie Tucker
Written by Pattie Carter
It wasn't long after my father got the ol' Touring car that he and I went to
town. I sat up there in the front seat just as big as all get out. We were coming
down the road to where we lived and we had to stop and open the gate to get
up to the house. Papa instead of stopping the car, he pulled back on the
steering wheel and said, "Whoo!" He just kept hollaring, "Whoo!" I never said
a word, I was laughing so hard I couldn't say anything. I went to clapping my
hands. He told momma that made him realize what he was doing and he
stopped the car before he ran into the fence. When we got home he was
laughing and telling Momma ,"Mattie, she did not say anything, she just began
to clap her hands." Later he bought a Reo car. It was left on the old homestead
in Colorado. I'm not sure of what year the cars were.
One morning in the Fall of 1917, Papa took the flu. Tinker had seen
him take aspirin before breakfast, and then left the table without eating and
laid down on the bed. We never knew Papa to be sick or even take aspirin.
Tinker was scared and told the rest of us. He was so sick that he did not know
anyone. People we knew would come and sit all night helping Momma take
care of him. Someone finally got the doctor out to our house and he had to
stay there for three days. The snow was so bad and we lived 30 miles outside
of the town of Branson, the doctor could not get home. Momma had melted
grease, turpentine, coal oil and vicks salve, she then took a flannel cloth,
soaked it and then pinned it on Papa's chest. The doctor said she probably
saved Papa's life with that ol' home remedy. Us kids also wore a flannel cloth
on our chest in the winters when we'd take cold or even had a little cough. It
does not smell good, but try it sometime, its good stuff. I used it on Allie Bea
when she was a little girl and believe it or not it worked.
During the winter in Colorado, Papa had gone to town for grocery's.
There was snow on the ground, melting alittle bit during the day, and at night
it would begin to freeze. Jennie, Son and Clyde had been out in the woods
all day messing around. They had been riding the horses. When they started
home the old horse that Son was riding bareback, got loose. The horse would
trot along ahead of them just enough that he could never catch him. When he
got close enough to get him, the horse would trot along alittle faster, always
staying just alittle ahead of them. The horse went straight home and Son
caught him in the yard. Son got on the old horse and was going to take him
down and water him. He was mad and he was riding bareback and he was
making the horse run as fast as he could. The horse slipped on the ice and
fell on Son's leg and broke it in the knee area. Son was pinned under the
horse. They finally got the horse up and Jennie, Tinker and Momma carried
Son back to the house. Papa being gone at that time and they did not know
what in the world to do, that they went and got Mr. Oatney, who lived over by
Wire Canyon. they thought he could set Son's leg. It was broke in such a way
and it was 30 miles to the doctor and we had no way to get him there. Mr.
Oatney straightened the leg and put a board on the side of it to try and keep
it straight enough to heal good. When Son finally got well enough to take the
board off, he knee was not set right. They had said it was broke too bad, and
one leg was shorter than the other. He walked on his toes. Son was crippled
for the rest of his life.
When Tinker was about ten or twelve years old, she had gotten sick
and had seizures. My folks wrote to the Mayo Clinic and got medicine for her.
She never did see a doctor, but she got well and lived to be 72 years old.
Tinker never had another seizure after that. Tinker helped to raise me, Momma
had a baby, and Tinker took me over. Then Cub come along two years later
and Jennie took him. So Tinker raised me and Jennie raised Cub. We was
well taken care of when we was little.
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