PLAIN VIEW FARM, BRYANT,
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BUYING, BARTERING, BUTCHERING, AND
BANDS
BUYING FROM A STORE BROUGHT A REAL
TREAT!
Grocers in town were a bit more generous
when we paid our bill; then they slipped in
a bag of candy for us kids. Those little
striped bags contained peppermint, lemon drops,
or if really special, some of those choice
raspberry candies. We measured our popularity
by the number of gaudy calendars we received
from the merchants. Most of them were frosted
and we had one in every room; the homeliest ones
hung in the out-house. We couldn't bear to throw
them away even when out-of-date.
THE BARTERING SYSTEM
Peddlers of Walkins and Raleigh's made their
rounds and Mama bought her spices and vanilla
and salves then. When she hesitated to buy, they
assured her," We'll take hens!" And hens they got!
MAMA FED TRAMPS IN EXCHANGE FOR
OUR WORK
Tramps roamed the countryside and invariably
stopped and asked for a meal. If they offered
to work for their mealS, I don't remember. Perhaps,
Mama knew she had trusted hands a'plenty amidst her
own flesh and blood. Feed them she did. We little
ones were aghast when one tramp gulped down a whole
tasty glass of apple jelly. That glass would have
served eleven of us for two meals. Papa taught us
how to spread it thin! To get the last bit of food, he
could also scrape a cook pan cleaner than you could wash
it!
OUR ANIMAL FRIENDS ROAMED ABOUT
TOO!
With the exception of horses, pigs and cows,
the animals roamed at will. The sheep were
the lawn mowers and they did a good job. We had
no long grass around our place. Tall grass
invited flies and mosquitoes. How helpful it was to us
milkers,
the mixture ( perhap DDT ) that papa put in
the can with the sprayer and applied as a quick
whisk of "bug-begone" to the cow's legs, so that they
would
stand still during milking. The cows welcomed
it too.
Some Farm Animals Got Into
Mischief
A true menace on the farm was the male sheep, or ram,
called "Buck" who
liked the rear approach. He'd watch till you had
your posterior handy while gathering wood or
carrying pails of milk, then he would charge and "ram"
without
mercy. If you could keep your eye on him, he'd leave
you alone. Off and on we'd get a fiery rooster that
felt his job was to protect the nests against all comers.
He'd jump on our
backs in a bundle of fury. Mama would shortly make good
soup out of him.
OUR FARM WORK WAS BALANCED WITH
PLAY
Going berry picking at Cranberry Lake, fishing
in Lake Poinsett, or Lake Norden, spring cleaning
with no vacum cleaner, cooling off and cleaning
the pot-bellied stove, and moving it to the "corn-closet"
upstairs, hatching a batch of fluffy chicks in an
old, unpredictable incubator were experiences that
bring to mind pages of memories. Enough to mention
them.
BABY CHICKS, LAMBS, AND ONE ORPHANED
PIG
I do remember the more fortunate people who
could order their chicks from the catalog
and come spring, our rural mailman had a
chirping concert his whole delivery. Some
aroma too, when certain chicks couldn't take
the long trip. Neither can any of us forget
the bottle-fed lambs, and especially our orphaned
pig. He was such a nuisance as he would follow us
around like a dog.
OUR HORSE NAMED KING
King our horse would be hitched to our one
-furrow sulky plow; it was guided by hand by
Papa or Mama or whichever offspring was handy;
it looked like we were pushing the horse. Papa
would confer with the Farmer's almanac, but didn't
plant by its predictions.
OUR MEAT FACTORY
Who would forget butchering time, with the
umpteen crocks of rendered lard? Lard was
also used as a preservative of salted fried pork,
then stored in the basement. Ground beef
had to be perserved by canning or by being salted
down.
Our Bit of Heartland/ Flats Had Its
Trees
We could mention the trees which we were
privileged to saw down at the Neighbor Kirby's
place and hauled home to expect further treatment;
the call to awaken in the early dawns, to dress
in the cold, help milk, eat our oatmeal or pancakes,
help pack lunches for school and set off on the two
and a half mile trek.
THE STANDARD FROST-BITE
CURE
The schoolmarm thawed out the frost-bite
when we arrived, and Mama used the same
procedure when we arrived home with more frost-bite. It was
the accepted
treatment, using snow, and it worked. All nine of us
attended
a one-room schoolhouse with grades one through
eight taught with many distractions for
concentrations.
PAPA AND MAMA HAD MUSICAL
TALENT
>Oh, we remember the May flowers on the school
section, the band that Papa trained and had them
rehearse in our house; the flinch and carom
games; Papa turning off the motor to save gas
when coasting down the little hills, our old phonograph,
the organ (oh, how we loved to hear Mama play it
and sing), the typical expressions of any Norskie,
or Norwegian, such as "uff da!", "ah nay-men," "ja,"
"ya-da," "ver-saa god," also calling the youngest
girl "Tuta" and the youngest boy "Tupin".
FOR GOD'S SEVENTH LITTLE
ACRE
THE SPIRITUAL
SIDE
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