Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Monday, February 26, 2018
Monday Musings
My grand daughter celebrated her first birthday yesterday. My daughter contacted me on FaceTime so Steve and I could sing happy birthday with the party goers and watch Dylan figure out how to dig into a cake. I'm so glad we have the technology where we can stay in touch this way. It makes me feel (almost) like I was there.
Kids were running around, hyped from the trampoline and donuts, no doubt. I think my daughter pulled this cake from the baby after she'd had a good amount. She's not used to eating sweets. Hope she doesn't erp all over her parents!
I'm listening to a radio program KPIG on Spotify. KPIG is the radio station I adored when I lived in the Monterey Bay area. Eclectic mix of country, rock, folk rock and flat out hillbilly. Good music for packing, which is what we are doing these days. I'm starting with the closets, as they are usually the last thing that get packed, and it's always such a scramble at the end.
I have no idea when escrow closes. Hoping to find out today from the realtor. When we moved into our home 3.5 years ago, I thought we had done a good job of purging, and I suppose we did, but purge again is what is going down. A poster of Hillary I've never even looked at? Toss. Yes, history, but how many other people are going to have this history in their drawers? I did same a campaign button of hers. ("Today" from Jefferson Airplane just came on. Wow.)
I've been thrown off my vegan diet somewhat just because of the chaos and upheaval. Yesterday I had half of an italian meat sandwich. It was good but my stomach suffered for it. I'll get back on track. My blood sugars are up due to the stress of everything. So much for my excitement at getting them much lower in the last several weeks. Again, when the stress is over, my sugars will come down. It still amazes me, 25 years later, what a direct line there is between stress and sugars. Wish it weren't so. Makes me feel a tad fragile. Ick.
(Grateful Dead, Jack Straw on now...see what I mean?)
I very much look forward to normalization, and soon. Until, I keep keepin' on. I'm so thankful that my husband can find the humor during these crazy days. Lots of laughing going on in our home. Hysterical laughter, but laughter nonetheless.
So it goes.
Kids were running around, hyped from the trampoline and donuts, no doubt. I think my daughter pulled this cake from the baby after she'd had a good amount. She's not used to eating sweets. Hope she doesn't erp all over her parents!
I'm listening to a radio program KPIG on Spotify. KPIG is the radio station I adored when I lived in the Monterey Bay area. Eclectic mix of country, rock, folk rock and flat out hillbilly. Good music for packing, which is what we are doing these days. I'm starting with the closets, as they are usually the last thing that get packed, and it's always such a scramble at the end.
I have no idea when escrow closes. Hoping to find out today from the realtor. When we moved into our home 3.5 years ago, I thought we had done a good job of purging, and I suppose we did, but purge again is what is going down. A poster of Hillary I've never even looked at? Toss. Yes, history, but how many other people are going to have this history in their drawers? I did same a campaign button of hers. ("Today" from Jefferson Airplane just came on. Wow.)
I've been thrown off my vegan diet somewhat just because of the chaos and upheaval. Yesterday I had half of an italian meat sandwich. It was good but my stomach suffered for it. I'll get back on track. My blood sugars are up due to the stress of everything. So much for my excitement at getting them much lower in the last several weeks. Again, when the stress is over, my sugars will come down. It still amazes me, 25 years later, what a direct line there is between stress and sugars. Wish it weren't so. Makes me feel a tad fragile. Ick.
(Grateful Dead, Jack Straw on now...see what I mean?)
I very much look forward to normalization, and soon. Until, I keep keepin' on. I'm so thankful that my husband can find the humor during these crazy days. Lots of laughing going on in our home. Hysterical laughter, but laughter nonetheless.
So it goes.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Gack
Can I just say how shitty it is when your elderly parents are in crisis and you have to jump in and coordinate care for them, schedule doc appts., clean their home and do their laundry and make their meals? I know many of you have gone through this yourself.
How can this mess be managed in a better way? I have no answers. I just want some social services support to do the heavy lifting.
My dad's heart is giving out. He can no longer to the physical work of caring for mom. This is difficult for so many reasons, the main one being that he has been "in charge" for decades and has trouble letting anyone else be in charge. He was scared enough after his hospital stay to accept in home support and care for mother. Even someone to be there overnight to help mother to the bathroom. That's BIG for my dad.
They have health insurance to cover this care. They planned ahead. They have resources to pay for caregivers even if they didn't have insurance. Smart and lucky.
I love them so much, and have been very worried about dad dying. My husband is concerned about my health when I am helping them and wants me to back away now that we've arranged for caregivers. He's right. After spending the entire weekend plus taking care of mom, my blood sugars and sky high and I feel like road kill.
And there are people all over the land who are doing the same, and more, for their elderly parents. For their disabled children, or other relative. I'm not made of very sturdy stuff, me thinks. I'm laid low by the tasks demanded of me. I don't know how anybody does it.
In the middle of all of this, we sold our beautiful home on Sunday. It went on the market Thursday. We are now able to move to University Retirement Community (URC). I'm thinking of renaming it Universal Rastafarian Consciousness. Better than "Old Folks Home" or "The Home" or whatever. Better, I suppose than some names for care facilities, like "Sunset Villas" or "The Last Fucking Place You Will Ever Live."
I cannot comprehend living in one place for the next couple of decades. It will be a wholly new experience for me. No doubt I will encounter myself again and again while there, coming to terms with this arrangement. No doubt I shall share my experience with you, dear Reader. Hopefully, and almost certainly, I will find abundant humor in my situation.
Please stay tuned....
How can this mess be managed in a better way? I have no answers. I just want some social services support to do the heavy lifting.
My dad's heart is giving out. He can no longer to the physical work of caring for mom. This is difficult for so many reasons, the main one being that he has been "in charge" for decades and has trouble letting anyone else be in charge. He was scared enough after his hospital stay to accept in home support and care for mother. Even someone to be there overnight to help mother to the bathroom. That's BIG for my dad.
They have health insurance to cover this care. They planned ahead. They have resources to pay for caregivers even if they didn't have insurance. Smart and lucky.
I love them so much, and have been very worried about dad dying. My husband is concerned about my health when I am helping them and wants me to back away now that we've arranged for caregivers. He's right. After spending the entire weekend plus taking care of mom, my blood sugars and sky high and I feel like road kill.
And there are people all over the land who are doing the same, and more, for their elderly parents. For their disabled children, or other relative. I'm not made of very sturdy stuff, me thinks. I'm laid low by the tasks demanded of me. I don't know how anybody does it.
In the middle of all of this, we sold our beautiful home on Sunday. It went on the market Thursday. We are now able to move to University Retirement Community (URC). I'm thinking of renaming it Universal Rastafarian Consciousness. Better than "Old Folks Home" or "The Home" or whatever. Better, I suppose than some names for care facilities, like "Sunset Villas" or "The Last Fucking Place You Will Ever Live."
I cannot comprehend living in one place for the next couple of decades. It will be a wholly new experience for me. No doubt I will encounter myself again and again while there, coming to terms with this arrangement. No doubt I shall share my experience with you, dear Reader. Hopefully, and almost certainly, I will find abundant humor in my situation.
Please stay tuned....
Monday, February 19, 2018
The Ancestors - final chapter of Aunt Lois' Accounts
Neither the children nor I had been near a railroad nor a
store since we went out in April of 1914. When Clyde got home he felt
somewhat better.
Clyde's uncle and aunt, both dentist in Sioux City had urged me to come to them to have my dental work done. Aunt Clara did children. I was all ready when Clyde got home, so he took Mildred and me to the train right away. Uncle Will did my work and I spent two or three hours every day in his dental chair. They were taking care of their two little grandchildren, so had a good baby sitter who also took care of Mildred while I had to leave for my appointments. It was very hot in the city, but after dinner Uncle Will took us all for a ride in his big Cadillac to cool off. Both he and Aunt Clara were just wonderful to me and my baby, but as soon as my work was finished I felt that I must go down to Kansas and get Ruth and Richard and take them home.
The children were so glad to see me -- they had never been away from us for so long and seemed to me to have grown in the month that they had been with their grandparents.
Grandpa Decided to go home with me, which was a pleasant surprise. Clyde had been lonesome while we were gone and didn't seem at all well. He and his father did a lot of talking and I knew they were discussing perhaps selling our home, cattle and all. It had taken so much work and planning to get where we were that I could hardly bear to think of leaving it now. But our country was into the war, and beef cattle were higher now than they ever had been. We had several offers for our section as soon as people heard that we were thinking of selling.
That fall is kind of a blur to me. I think that when one survives something that hurts badly, he or she tends to try to forget. That place had meant our own home and independence to me and I loved it. First we sold the cattle, then the horses. I so hated to see the little grey team that Clyde bought the year before we were married, leave the place. They seemed to know they were leaving when I went out to tell them good-bye. Clyde hated to part with Chap, his good saddle horse. We even sold our house goods. But we did keep Beauty. Clyde crated her and shipped her, express, to his father, who was to care for her until we got back home. I don't like to remember how I felt, leaving that place in the Grant car that Clyde had bought. We stopped at Grand Island for a day or so to visit the Corls and Rosses, who were busy with their new "Basket Grocery Stores." I bought a few clothes while there and we went to our first good picture show -- "The Birth of a Nation."
I had decided to go back to Illinois to visit my parents and sister who had recently moved back there. It was really like going home to me, for I had spent my grade school years in a suburb of Peoria, Illinois. My folks were on a farm across the Illinois river from Peoria and my sister and her family in the little town of Washington, 10 miles east.
The Breakup of the Family
Clyde was tired and thin when we got back to Kansas, but seemed happy to be home where he was born and raised. I went to visit my family very soon after returning to Kansas; Ruth went to the country school for a few weeks and got sort of regulated. The teacher put her in the fifth grade and she did very well. Her teacher thought she was a very bright little girl -- she was so interested in everything.
Clyde's uncle and aunt, both dentist in Sioux City had urged me to come to them to have my dental work done. Aunt Clara did children. I was all ready when Clyde got home, so he took Mildred and me to the train right away. Uncle Will did my work and I spent two or three hours every day in his dental chair. They were taking care of their two little grandchildren, so had a good baby sitter who also took care of Mildred while I had to leave for my appointments. It was very hot in the city, but after dinner Uncle Will took us all for a ride in his big Cadillac to cool off. Both he and Aunt Clara were just wonderful to me and my baby, but as soon as my work was finished I felt that I must go down to Kansas and get Ruth and Richard and take them home.
The children were so glad to see me -- they had never been away from us for so long and seemed to me to have grown in the month that they had been with their grandparents.
Grandpa Decided to go home with me, which was a pleasant surprise. Clyde had been lonesome while we were gone and didn't seem at all well. He and his father did a lot of talking and I knew they were discussing perhaps selling our home, cattle and all. It had taken so much work and planning to get where we were that I could hardly bear to think of leaving it now. But our country was into the war, and beef cattle were higher now than they ever had been. We had several offers for our section as soon as people heard that we were thinking of selling.
That fall is kind of a blur to me. I think that when one survives something that hurts badly, he or she tends to try to forget. That place had meant our own home and independence to me and I loved it. First we sold the cattle, then the horses. I so hated to see the little grey team that Clyde bought the year before we were married, leave the place. They seemed to know they were leaving when I went out to tell them good-bye. Clyde hated to part with Chap, his good saddle horse. We even sold our house goods. But we did keep Beauty. Clyde crated her and shipped her, express, to his father, who was to care for her until we got back home. I don't like to remember how I felt, leaving that place in the Grant car that Clyde had bought. We stopped at Grand Island for a day or so to visit the Corls and Rosses, who were busy with their new "Basket Grocery Stores." I bought a few clothes while there and we went to our first good picture show -- "The Birth of a Nation."
I had decided to go back to Illinois to visit my parents and sister who had recently moved back there. It was really like going home to me, for I had spent my grade school years in a suburb of Peoria, Illinois. My folks were on a farm across the Illinois river from Peoria and my sister and her family in the little town of Washington, 10 miles east.
The Breakup of the Family
Clyde was tired and thin when we got back to Kansas, but seemed happy to be home where he was born and raised. I went to visit my family very soon after returning to Kansas; Ruth went to the country school for a few weeks and got sort of regulated. The teacher put her in the fifth grade and she did very well. Her teacher thought she was a very bright little girl -- she was so interested in everything.
The new home in Marysville
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Clyde came
back at Christmas time to take us back home. Oscar (Tara's note: my great
grandfather, paternal side) and his family had moved to Marysville so there was an empty house
for us. We had left the best of our furniture stored in the barn loft when we
went out to the homestead so we didn't have to buy everything. Clyde was
much better and had promised his father that he would stay to him until they
got the new house built that Grandma had wanted for so long. It hadn't
been very noticeable but as spring came on and the work on the new house was
begun, Grandpa didn't seem as well as usual. He tried to cover it up -- a
mean cough had developed and he got tired so easily. He was only 60 years
old and had never been sick and wouldn't acknowledge that he was sick until the
middle of the summer. Clyde's sister had come home from her music
teaching in Chicago to help plan the house and influenced her parents to build
a much more elaborate house than they needed. When it was finished
Grandpa was much too ill to enjoy it. He died two weeks after they moved
in. It was a hard blow to the family. Pearle had a floral piece
made for the funeral that symbolized the effect it had on the family. It
was in the form of a wheel with spokes but no hub in the center.
First Grandma decided to go home with Myra, the older half-sister of the other three. Then Pearle went down to Kansas University to take a years work that she expected to use. Oscar hadn't done too well with his garage in Marysville and decided to go to California where Ada's parents and sister had settled. It left us to take care of the home and stock until the family members had time to decide what they wanted to do. It really took two years, but they finally made up their minds to sell everything and each go his own way.
Clyde also had the automobile bug and wanted to try his hand at working on them. I have always thought the the automobile ruined two well-trained farmers and stock men. Neither one of them were geared to the tough competition of the city. They had grown up in a sharing, uncompetitive life among relatives and friends.
We moved to Sioux City, Iowa, and Clyde went to work for a big Dodge dealer. He handled men well and always was made foreman wherever he worked.
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Clyde Ray Tilley
Graveside service for Clyde Ray Tilley, a resident of Portland for the past 40 years, will be at 1 p.m. Monday in Lincoln Memorial Park. Mr. Tilley, born October 8, 1884, in Frankfort, and died June 17 in a local hospital. He was retired from Billingsley Pontiac Co., where he had been body shop manager.
Lois Elizabeth Tilley
Born January 20, 1890 in Peoria, Illinois, was one of four children of Arthur and Nellie Patee. The family moved to a farm in Kansas about 1896. At 17 years of age Lois attended Teacher's Institute and for a year taught in a one room school house before marrying Cyde Tilley, the son of a neighboring farmer.
In 1914 they set out with two small children for a great and challenging adventure as homesteaders -- a rich source of many stories she wrote in later years. They stayed for four years, one year more than required to prove their claim.
By 1922 there were four children, Ruth, Richard, Mildred and Frances. They moved to Iowa, New Mexico, and finally to the Pacific Northwest where they remained.
Lois died January 10, 1987 and is survived by a son, Richard, and a daughter, Francis. She was a loving grandmother of nine, great grandmother of thirteen and great-great grandmother of two.
First Grandma decided to go home with Myra, the older half-sister of the other three. Then Pearle went down to Kansas University to take a years work that she expected to use. Oscar hadn't done too well with his garage in Marysville and decided to go to California where Ada's parents and sister had settled. It left us to take care of the home and stock until the family members had time to decide what they wanted to do. It really took two years, but they finally made up their minds to sell everything and each go his own way.
Clyde also had the automobile bug and wanted to try his hand at working on them. I have always thought the the automobile ruined two well-trained farmers and stock men. Neither one of them were geared to the tough competition of the city. They had grown up in a sharing, uncompetitive life among relatives and friends.
We moved to Sioux City, Iowa, and Clyde went to work for a big Dodge dealer. He handled men well and always was made foreman wherever he worked.
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Clyde Ray Tilley
Graveside service for Clyde Ray Tilley, a resident of Portland for the past 40 years, will be at 1 p.m. Monday in Lincoln Memorial Park. Mr. Tilley, born October 8, 1884, in Frankfort, and died June 17 in a local hospital. He was retired from Billingsley Pontiac Co., where he had been body shop manager.
Lois Elizabeth Tilley
Born January 20, 1890 in Peoria, Illinois, was one of four children of Arthur and Nellie Patee. The family moved to a farm in Kansas about 1896. At 17 years of age Lois attended Teacher's Institute and for a year taught in a one room school house before marrying Cyde Tilley, the son of a neighboring farmer.
In 1914 they set out with two small children for a great and challenging adventure as homesteaders -- a rich source of many stories she wrote in later years. They stayed for four years, one year more than required to prove their claim.
By 1922 there were four children, Ruth, Richard, Mildred and Frances. They moved to Iowa, New Mexico, and finally to the Pacific Northwest where they remained.
Lois died January 10, 1987 and is survived by a son, Richard, and a daughter, Francis. She was a loving grandmother of nine, great grandmother of thirteen and great-great grandmother of two.
Friday, February 16, 2018
TGIF
What a difference a week makes! An apartment came open for us and we have put our home on the market. (Head spin) The apartment is - gulp - across the hall from my parents. It is a stop-gap move just until the floor plan we want comes open. We've put in our bid for a corner place so we can have more natural light and two patios. Those are highly desirable and limited, so by moving in, we move to the top of the wait list for one.
I had a good conversation with my folks about boundaries and avoiding conflicts (you know how it is when you're too close). They are on the same page as us, and they want us to forge our own friendships among residents. We'll have the occasional meal with them, but not required on a regular basis.
THIS IS JUST SO WEIRD. Never would I have thought to move into a retirement community at age 60, but it makes so much sense in many ways, that we are forging ahead. I'd be lying if I said it is not stressful: my blood sugars are up and I'm have respiratory problems. We just have so much to do. We must dispose of many items, some by yard sale, others by Internet sites. It'll get done, I know. I'm trying to not spin out, to stay present, but jeez Louise this is going to take some doing.
After all, this stress is better than the stress of being a homeless lady, right? Too right.
Here's to new adventures with the man I love! I feel lucky to have him in my life and he is most understanding about my current stress level. He's feeling stress, too, he just doesn't have a panic disorder like I do.
I had a good conversation with my folks about boundaries and avoiding conflicts (you know how it is when you're too close). They are on the same page as us, and they want us to forge our own friendships among residents. We'll have the occasional meal with them, but not required on a regular basis.
THIS IS JUST SO WEIRD. Never would I have thought to move into a retirement community at age 60, but it makes so much sense in many ways, that we are forging ahead. I'd be lying if I said it is not stressful: my blood sugars are up and I'm have respiratory problems. We just have so much to do. We must dispose of many items, some by yard sale, others by Internet sites. It'll get done, I know. I'm trying to not spin out, to stay present, but jeez Louise this is going to take some doing.
After all, this stress is better than the stress of being a homeless lady, right? Too right.
Here's to new adventures with the man I love! I feel lucky to have him in my life and he is most understanding about my current stress level. He's feeling stress, too, he just doesn't have a panic disorder like I do.
We'll get 'er done, folks, yes we will.
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Monday, February 12, 2018
The Ancestors, Part 20 & 21
Our third
Christmas was spent with the Corl family and Possum Ross. Mrs. Ross
(Rossie) the children called her, had been called back east to be with her
daughter who was very ill. Possum got us a real Christmas tree that
year. We drove up to their place the day before Christmas, which happened
to be Sunday, so we stopped at the school house for Sunday school on the way to
the Corls. We took the children's gifts and the xmas decorations my mother had
sent the first year and spent a wonderful Christmas eve, and the next day
together. During the we had a beautiful white frost the decorated every
building, every fencepost, even the ugly barbed wire. I never had seen
such a thick white frost before. It just transformed everything.
Clyde had to go back home Christmas to take care of the animals, but came back
early. The children had a wonderful holiday and we had lots of music.
Christmas night the musicians played for a dance in Arthur. I stayed with
the kids and had a tooth-ache. I had had a good deal of that ever since
Mildred was born, but we were 45 miles from a dentist and it didn't seem possible
to make the long trip. Fortunately we didn't have much candy to promote
the pain. I had started out with such good teeth, but lack of dental care
and probably not the proper good care during pregnancy.
Clyde bought a young pig each fall to feed and butcher soon after the holidays. We made a smoke house out of a big box and smoked our Bacon and hams, made sausage. We also made sauerkraut. We had learned home to make craut from Clyde's mother. It tasted especially good out there.
We named our pigs Tipperary from the wartime song. The children always made pets of them and it was hard for them to lose them when we butchered. I had to help with the dressing of the animal the first time we butchered, because Gene Wilson didn't show up when Clyde was ready for him. A hog has to be scaled and scraped and after the processed is started, it has to proceed.
I didn't want the children to watch us and had them settled on the other side of the house, but we got so busy that I didn't see them watching. When we finished, there they were, having cried while the watch the whole process, but not loud enough for us to to hear them. Children on the farm have to learn some hard lessons. I am surprised now that they seemed to forget them as they grew older.
Clyde often cam in on winter afternoons and and, "If you will stir up some doughnuts, I'll fry them" and while I fried the doughnuts, the children waited for the little round balls that were the holes. We read a good many books. Clyde like to read Zane Grey. He hadn't read very much as a boy and I liked to have him do it.
Ruth learned to play my guitar that I never mastered. She couldn't reach around the neck of the instrument, so she laid it flat in her lap and pressed the strings down in the right positions. Clyde show the chords and she was able to play with him. We knew that she needed a piano at that age, but it wasn't possible at that time. Clyde made a diagram of the key board of the piano, so she could learn the names and positions of notes. By the time that we did get a piano she was really ready for a teacher.
This
country was really into the war by the summer 1917. Grandpa wrote that the
oldest grandson had enlisted in the navy and that government buyers had
commandeered several of the big black walnut trees for the manufacture of
gun stocks. It wasn’t long until
the army discovered our big mules.
Clyde
didn’t want to give them up, but finally did, so we had to buy a team of
horses. We were becoming more
aware of what the war was doing to our country. Prices were going up on everything and there was a grim shadow
spreading over the entire country, even penetrating our isolated position.
Floyd Corl
decided to go back to Grand Island, Neb., his original home, to go into the
grocery business with his brother.
The Rosses also decided to move to Grand Island. We had had an opportunity to buy a
section of wet valley (land that was low enough to be covered with water in the
spring but was dry by fall) and would cut hay enough for winter feed for about
as many cattle as we planned to run for the next four or five years.
I had an
uncle in Waterville, Kansas, who had money and whom I knew would loan us the
cash to buy the section. He even
sent the money out to the Keystone bank, but the rancher suddenly changed his
mind at the last minute; he found out that we were kinkaiders and he had been
mad at the government for opening up the land to homesteaders, so he wouldn’t
sell to us. We had to send the
money back to Uncle Will. Clyde
was so disappointed that it really made him sick, I think. He didn’t try to get others to play
music with him after the Corls and Rosses left in the early fall, and had lost
weight so the first time he went to Keystone he went to a doctor who told him
that though he might have T.B.
That really scared us. T.B.
was not controlled at that time and Clyde’s older sister Myra, had developed it
several years before. He decided
to go back home to the doctors there that he knew and trusted. I had been planning to go to Sioux
City, Iowa to have my teeth taken care of so Clyde decided to take Ruth and
Richard with him to stay with his folks.
He would find out what was the matter with him, come back to the sand
hills alone, then I would go to Sioux City, have my work done, taking Mildred
with me and go down to Frankfort, pick the children up and come back home. That way one of us was there to take
care of the stock all of the time
Friday, February 9, 2018
TGIF
We've had the most glorious weather all week. Balmy, sunshine and gentle breezes. It's grand, but it's not right.
I have had a week of enjoying friends, getting out and about, eating at a new (for us) restaurant in Sacramento called "Mother." It vegetarian and vegan, and the three of us were thrilled with our food.
The hubs and I are in motion to move within the next year into a retirement community. So many reasons why, and yet I'm sad to leave this house that we have loved so much. Yesterday I got out the hammock and my darling took a little snooze in it. That hammock, under those trees, has been my 'happy place' for more than 3 years now. It is perfect for reading, writing, and sleeping. I've had the most delicious naps under those trees. My grandson calls the hammock "the tree bed." We won't have a place to hang it when we move. I may decide to leave it with whatever new owners move into our house. With a note, "Use liberally."
Aloha, friends.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
The Ancestors, Parrt 18 & 19
Our little herd was increasing each year. Clyde built
a corral joining the shed that he had put up the first year, so that we could
hold them if we had really bad weather. The third winter we did have a
couple of really bad blizzards. One that I especially remember:
Clyde had promised Floyd Corl that he would go with him to buy some horses down
near McCook, about a hundred miles south of us. The day they left, in a little
Ford with no top that one of Floyd's friends had about and wanted to try it
out. The day they left was a cloudy rainy day in January, really quite
warm. Clyde put a big load of hay on the hay rack and told me if it
stormed not to turn the cattle to graze, but to call Bud McMullen and ask him
to come down and pitch it into the corral to the cattle. Ruth drove the
cattle in that night and I shut them in and milked our one cow that was giving
milk at the time. When I was putting the two little ones to bed, I
noticed that it was colder in the bedroom and it had begun to snow a
little. After the children were asleep, Ruth and I decided to go outside
and put Beauty in the barn. She was huddled against the house. We
brought in extra fuel and I let down the curtains in the chicken house to keep
in the heat. It had definitely turned very cold.
The next
morning the thermometer was down to zero and a north wind was blowing.
Although sheltered as we were by the hills on the north and west sides, we did
not get the full effect of the cold north winds. I did not turn the
cattle out to graze but called Bud on our wire fence telephone. He didn't
get over until noon. The thermometer had continued to drop and by that
time it was 20 degrees below zero. The wagon which had sunk in the wet
ground when Clyde drove it into the barn lot was frozen tight and Bud's team
could not move it. He had to chop the wheels out with an axe. So
the cattle were fed that day and we expected the horse buyers home the next
day. But although they started home that day, they did not get
home. They left on Monday, planning to get home Wednesday. It
hadn't snowed enough to cover the grass too deeply, so Bud advised me to turn
the cattle out. They immediately drifted down to the hills in the south,
out of the piercing wind. When Clyde didn't get home by 4 o'clock I decided
that we would have to get the cattle back to the corral. It was 32
degrees below and I had to keep a hot fire going in the house. I really
agonized over whether to go myself send Ruth. She was much better at
driving cattle than I was , and Chap didn't seem to mind the blanket that I
folded length-wise and put in the saddle to wrap Ruth's little legs in. I
knew that it wasn't the safest way to ride but the cold was just biting.
I had chosen Clyde's trained cattle horse for her to use for he would know how
to urge the cattle on against the wind. I wrapped Ruth up until only her
eyes were showing and she was as confident as Clyde would have been that she
would get back all right. After it seemed like a long time to me, I could
see her coming. Old Chap was going back and forth, keeping the herd
together and urging them once in awhile by biting them on the tail. I
wrapped up, put the little ones in the window to watch me go out to get them
inside the corral and get the gate shut and Ruth in the house. She was as
happy as a bird and not too cold. She said she "grinned" all of
the time for fear her face would freeze, which we thought very funny. It
was very hard to milk the cow in the cold, but I tried. I had never milked
a cow until we went out there, but it was always a two day trip to Keystone so
I had to learn: cows have to be milked twice a day and the children needed
milk.
We had about a dozen pullets (young hens) that were just beginning to lay and I had to go out to the hen house every hour to get the eggs or they would be frozen or burst open.
Clyde had left on Monday, and Thursday came with no word of them. Bud told me to turn the cattle out each morning and they would head immediately for the south hills where there was good buffalo grass that was good winter feed. Ruth went after them each night. I was worried all right, but knew that Clyde was warmly dressed: wool underwear, shirt, socks and pants, a calfskin coat and fur gloves, and he was resourceful. Mrs. Corl didn't have the faith that I did and was sure that the men were frozen to death somewhere. Thursday night, the p hone rang and it was Clyde, worried about how we had fared. They had had a rugged time all right. They had started home the second day, but the first little gully they hit, the icy wind-shield broke, so they had no shelter from that vicious north wind and had to take turns driving and walking. They stayed all night in a herders camp that night and got as far as an abandoned Soddy the next night. Thursday night they got to the end of our telephone line and got in touch with their worried families. It was a bitter experience that had a happy ending.
The third
fall that we were out there we had another rather frightening experience.
Clyde's little dance band had a job at the Flats where the Haines' son had
built a new hall. They decided to all go together for Mrs. Corl's two
daughters were going and a young school teacher, who lived near the
Rosses. I still stayed home with my three children, although that time
they urged me to go. They put two teams on the wagon I remember.
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The next
morning, when I woke up at about four o'clock they hadn't returned, but when I
looked out the window I saw them coming and quickly dressed and started a fire
in the range to heat water for coffee for them. By that time they were at
the door.
At least Possum Ross was at the door -- the others were all too sick to get our of the wagon. Grandpa and Grandma Tilley were there and as soon as I saw how ill Clyde was, I got them up. They had been served chicken sandwiches and coffee at midnight and started home soon after eating. Possum had gotten sick first but walked behind the wagon, threw up and felt better. Mr. Corl and the girls hadn't eaten much; Mrs. Corl detected a peculiar taste and warned her girls not to eat much. They were mildly sick, but the teacher and Clyde, Mrs. Ross, too, were desperately sick. They wanted water but were going through cattle range. Finally they came to a small lake and got Clyde out of the wagon, only to have him go into such severe pain that they loaded him back in the wagon and came as fast as they could to get him home. Grandpa was very good to help. They got Clyde inside and in bed but he was almost unconscious. A young doctor had established himself in Arthur, the new county seat, so we tried to call him on the phone, but it was out and didn't work. One of Clyde's nephews had come with his parents. He and Jim Matuska, our neighbor from Cheyenne got on Beauty and Chap and started to ride the telephone line till they found one that would work. While they were doing that we fixed warm mustard water and poured it down Clyde first, then Mrs. Ross and the teacher. It made them throw up of course, but Clyde had evidently eaten more than the others, or was more susceptible to the poison and he was so sick. The doctor finally came with a stomach pump and pumped both Clyde's stomach and the teacher's. The boys had fixed the telephone wire and let Floyd Corl know so he came and got his family and, the the Rosses took the teacher home. Clyde was all right by the next morning, but it was frightening for a while. But always it seemed we were looked after. There was no other security. There were others who had been poisoned that night on the chicken sandwiches. It as warm weather and evidently the food hadn't been as fresh as it should have been, but we didn't hear of it being fatal to anyone.
At least Possum Ross was at the door -- the others were all too sick to get our of the wagon. Grandpa and Grandma Tilley were there and as soon as I saw how ill Clyde was, I got them up. They had been served chicken sandwiches and coffee at midnight and started home soon after eating. Possum had gotten sick first but walked behind the wagon, threw up and felt better. Mr. Corl and the girls hadn't eaten much; Mrs. Corl detected a peculiar taste and warned her girls not to eat much. They were mildly sick, but the teacher and Clyde, Mrs. Ross, too, were desperately sick. They wanted water but were going through cattle range. Finally they came to a small lake and got Clyde out of the wagon, only to have him go into such severe pain that they loaded him back in the wagon and came as fast as they could to get him home. Grandpa was very good to help. They got Clyde inside and in bed but he was almost unconscious. A young doctor had established himself in Arthur, the new county seat, so we tried to call him on the phone, but it was out and didn't work. One of Clyde's nephews had come with his parents. He and Jim Matuska, our neighbor from Cheyenne got on Beauty and Chap and started to ride the telephone line till they found one that would work. While they were doing that we fixed warm mustard water and poured it down Clyde first, then Mrs. Ross and the teacher. It made them throw up of course, but Clyde had evidently eaten more than the others, or was more susceptible to the poison and he was so sick. The doctor finally came with a stomach pump and pumped both Clyde's stomach and the teacher's. The boys had fixed the telephone wire and let Floyd Corl know so he came and got his family and, the the Rosses took the teacher home. Clyde was all right by the next morning, but it was frightening for a while. But always it seemed we were looked after. There was no other security. There were others who had been poisoned that night on the chicken sandwiches. It as warm weather and evidently the food hadn't been as fresh as it should have been, but we didn't hear of it being fatal to anyone.
Friday, February 2, 2018
TGIF (and what a week it was)
So many shit shows airing concurrently. Friends very ill, or in dire straights, family crises, or the SOTU address (which, NO, I did not watch). Yesterday I was completely devoid of energy and slept most of the day (after my workout). I remembered only this morning that I hadn't had coffee yesterday, as I was in a rush to get to the gym. So, if I ever wondered (and I did) if my one cup of coffee each day had a effect on me, well, it does.
We also received the terrible news that one of our travel companions in Morocco passed away only three days after her return. On the way home she felt she was coming down with something. She went to urgent care upon returning home, was diagnosed with influenza. Three days later she was gone, found by her daughter in law at home.
Gail was a kick in the pants. Colorful, smart, funny and enthusiastic about everything. We felt a special bond over photography and I helped her learn some editing programs. She had a good eye, really, and so was off to a great start. She had been a nurse, was a no-nonsense Boston gal, a widow for 8 years who was still intimately connected with her soul mate. She loved good food and wine. Our kind of person.
Her friend Ann, also on the trip, knew that we had all hit it off, so she left a voice mail at the end of December. Which we never got. So when we finally heard, via our tour director, this week, we contacted Ann, knowing what good friends they were. Dear Ann helped Gail's kids via Face Time go through the suitcases full of gifts Gail brought home for the kids and the grands. Ann was with her when all these purchases were made, so she guided the kids through the unpacking. Quite a mixture of happiness and sadness.
Carpe Diem, boys and girls. And that's what Gail did. A real shame to lose such a good woman.
You can (and should) plan for the future, but know that nothing is guaranteed. I trust you know this by now.
My future planning includes getting my blood sugars down in order to live longer and avoid diabetic complications. I have a mild case of damage in my right eye -- my first complication after 25 years. I've been advised that getting my sugars down with help slow the progression. So, I am working in earnest and eating a whole foods plant based diet which doesn't allow for plant based processed oils either. Forks Over Knives convinced us to try this way of eating. It hasn't been exactly easy, but we're soldering on and have been doing this for a month now. I've just started branching out to other WFPB websites, as the hubs and I are not really pleased with most of the recipes coming from FOK site. Chuck over at Brand New Vegan has more family friendly and straightforward recipes. We're hoping this is more to our liking.
Switching up our food this way has involved a lot of research, reading, planning and food prep. A lot easier to throw a slab of meat on the grill and grab some french bread for a meal. And cheese. I was a cheese freak. I could still be. However, last night I was eating out and had one slice of a pizza with cheese, meat and veg on it. I suffered from severe heartburn the rest of the night. I had often heard that diary was contraindicated for GERD and heartburn (which I've suffered from for decades) but never cut it out of my diet because I loved it so much. Within a few days of cutting it out my GERD went away and I was off my meds for it. My blood sugars are also closer to normal than they have been for years. I've reduced the amount of insulin I take because I don't need as much eating this way. I'm looking forward to my first round of blood work to see how triglycerides and cholesterol are doing as well.
So, that's the good, bad and ugly of it all for the week. I may have lost you by now with all my babble, but there it is. Feel free to babble back. I'm up for it.
We also received the terrible news that one of our travel companions in Morocco passed away only three days after her return. On the way home she felt she was coming down with something. She went to urgent care upon returning home, was diagnosed with influenza. Three days later she was gone, found by her daughter in law at home.
Gail was a kick in the pants. Colorful, smart, funny and enthusiastic about everything. We felt a special bond over photography and I helped her learn some editing programs. She had a good eye, really, and so was off to a great start. She had been a nurse, was a no-nonsense Boston gal, a widow for 8 years who was still intimately connected with her soul mate. She loved good food and wine. Our kind of person.
Her friend Ann, also on the trip, knew that we had all hit it off, so she left a voice mail at the end of December. Which we never got. So when we finally heard, via our tour director, this week, we contacted Ann, knowing what good friends they were. Dear Ann helped Gail's kids via Face Time go through the suitcases full of gifts Gail brought home for the kids and the grands. Ann was with her when all these purchases were made, so she guided the kids through the unpacking. Quite a mixture of happiness and sadness.
Carpe Diem, boys and girls. And that's what Gail did. A real shame to lose such a good woman.
You can (and should) plan for the future, but know that nothing is guaranteed. I trust you know this by now.
My future planning includes getting my blood sugars down in order to live longer and avoid diabetic complications. I have a mild case of damage in my right eye -- my first complication after 25 years. I've been advised that getting my sugars down with help slow the progression. So, I am working in earnest and eating a whole foods plant based diet which doesn't allow for plant based processed oils either. Forks Over Knives convinced us to try this way of eating. It hasn't been exactly easy, but we're soldering on and have been doing this for a month now. I've just started branching out to other WFPB websites, as the hubs and I are not really pleased with most of the recipes coming from FOK site. Chuck over at Brand New Vegan has more family friendly and straightforward recipes. We're hoping this is more to our liking.
Switching up our food this way has involved a lot of research, reading, planning and food prep. A lot easier to throw a slab of meat on the grill and grab some french bread for a meal. And cheese. I was a cheese freak. I could still be. However, last night I was eating out and had one slice of a pizza with cheese, meat and veg on it. I suffered from severe heartburn the rest of the night. I had often heard that diary was contraindicated for GERD and heartburn (which I've suffered from for decades) but never cut it out of my diet because I loved it so much. Within a few days of cutting it out my GERD went away and I was off my meds for it. My blood sugars are also closer to normal than they have been for years. I've reduced the amount of insulin I take because I don't need as much eating this way. I'm looking forward to my first round of blood work to see how triglycerides and cholesterol are doing as well.
So, that's the good, bad and ugly of it all for the week. I may have lost you by now with all my babble, but there it is. Feel free to babble back. I'm up for it.
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