Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Philosophy For Old Age
I remember when my mother in law ask me if I thought the first 16 years went very slow and thinking about it yes they did. Then she said watch the next 16 years, they will fly. And they did.

I remember when my husband, Cliff, turned 30 and I looked at the back of his neck and it was so dark and wrinkled. I thought I don't want to be 30 and look like that!

I remember my mother saying that it was so hard to turn 60 but when she hit 70 it was nothing at all!

I remember my dad always said you are only as old as you feel. and something about a little older than this or that. I forget that part I guess.

I will in a few months be 87 years old and to be truthful, I really do not feel old in my head but my old body won't do what I want it to anymore. But I do praise the Lord for the blessings he has bestowed upon me. I have been very, very fortunate. May God Bless you and yours abundantly, is my prayer. Addie here

Face's and Heart's
I am not into chain messages and this appears to be one. I would like to think that there was beauty in my heart, but it certainly didn't transfer from my mug! I know, without a doubt though, that anything good seen in me comes from Jesus. For of myself I am nothing. just an old lady here!

The Soap Box
I remember my mother telling me when I got married. "You made your own bed and you lie in it. Don't come running home to me with your troubles". Actually that was very good advice, it made me realize that I needed to work things out.

I remember my mother told me that now I was married and that the two of us were one now. Never talk about your husband, if you do you are talking about yourself. You are one now and behave in that manner. And always strive to build a good reputation as we stood together.

I remember in later days of our marriage and my husband had health problems, my dad told me [he always called me kid] ~ "kid we got to take care of your man, we need him."

I remember in early days of our marriage that my father-in-law spoke up favorable for me against his own daughter. He died with cancer before our first son was born by just a few weeks. I loved him very much.

I remember my mother-in-law taking my side and reprimanding my husband. My husband would tell me, she thinks more of you than she does her own daughters. Which, of course, was not true but gave me warm fuzzes to hear.

I remember so many things, how I was so eager to learn from my mother-in-law, things that have stood good by me all these days. As well as the many things my parents taught me.

I remember how my husband and I talked about so many things before we married, what our hopes, desires and how we would stand together when raising a family.

I remember so many things.............just the old lady thinking away!

Sent: Saturday, September 11, 2010

Thanks For The Memories.
A friend Mickey sent me a bunch of outhouses all painted up very attractive and it they really bring back memories.  We always had to have a Sears & Roebuck catalog on hand. Look out for the slick pages, they didn’t work too well! We never had an outhouse that looked like any of these though!  So many funny stories.....
I remember when we were first married and one time we had company and Cliff had gone to the outhouse when he came out of there running and words a flying and his pants down to boot.  A snake was in the outhouse with him.  He hated snakes.  Being young and newly married I was so embarrassed!
In our early marriage, Cliff always went to his mother when he was having problems with his stomach and she would give him what she called nature remedy, an old Watkins product.  Seems like they always thought Nature Remedy would cure everything.  They were little green pills.  He would have to go to the outhouse but he would want me to go with him and hold his hand.  He would have awful belly aches.  Somehow I didn't have much sympathy for him because he took those pills when I told him not to because they gave him awful cramps.  After so many times and my trying to tell him not to take them but he would anyway, I had my full of it.  Anyway I finally told him if he took any more he could just go to his mother and have her go with him and hold his hand because I was not going to do anymore.  He never took any more.
I had two childhood girl friends that remained best friends through out lives. Our husbands seemed to hit it off too.  One of them, Doris and Henry lived on the farm and we went there quite often.  Of course, they had an outhouse.  We were always thinking up something fun to do.  And this night we decided when the fellows went to the outhouse we would slip out and turn it over with them in it.  Makes me sit here and laugh as I think about it. We were real quiet and they were shooting the breeze.  Anyway we got it to rocking but we were having a time getting it to tip over.  But we finally managed to. In doing so Doris hit my hand and apparently there was a nail under my hand and boy did it hurt but never stopped us. Cliff always said when Doris and I got together what one couldn't think of the other one could.  He said he told Henry we were going tip it over and Henry said no they can't get it over and about that time over it went.  They were on their backs and their feet was straight up in the air with blue smoke rolling.  I don't remember them getting mad at us but Doris and I about died laughing and I am still laughing when I think about it.
At night Doyle, Cliff's brother, when had to go he wanted Cliff to go with him.  So Cliff would light the lantern and go with him before they went to bed.  I remember the old lamps we had. There was the gasoline lantern.  We had an Aladdin lamp, then the old rail lamp.  And of course, the coil oil lamps. It was a daily job to fill the lamps and clean the chimneys. I found a newspaper worked the best in cleaning the chimneys.  I liked the old rail lamp better than any. It had a round wick and took more coal oil then the regular lamps.  It gave the best light to my notion. The first one to go to bed would take the lantern up the stairs with them and leave it at the top of the open stairway in the hall for a light for others as they went to bed.  The last one was to pick it up and take it and blow the light out.
Our older boys were raised with this kind of life for some years, but the youngest one we had an inside bathroom.  When my mother and I and the youngest, Kin, went to Arkansas to visit my uncle, he still had the outside outhouse and I remember taking Kin to it and he would gag and I would almost have to smack him to get him to settle down and get his business done.  I thought for sure the kid was going to throw up.  I don't know if he remembers it or not.
I am sure there are other funny stories but do not think of them right now.  Just had to rattle on about them.  Some of you may have some funny stories of your that is if you are old enough!

If you have bothered to stick with me to the end. I thank you and God Bless you always,  Addie still here!

"The Art of Thom Evans"


Dear HCPD Co-Brothers & Sisters!
This is Addie, just an old lady getting older. Yes, I know the membership needs renewed and probably Kin has sent or will very soon. I have been spending a lot of time working on my memoirs and genealogy combined and have not been spending lots of time on e-mail. Hopefully my writings will be finalized enough that Gary and Loraine can take it from there when I croak! They have certainly spent a lot of time and effort helping me that it would be a shame to all that work be in vain. I don’t normally post things to the list for fear they are not the right length or format. The last time was not acceptable but I been reading your memory ticklers of the yesteryear telephones and decided I just had to try posting again. I have cut this down especially with regard to changes and telephone responsibilities down through my life. I want to say to each of you may God Bless you and yours abundantly, Addie here

I remember in my childhood days the telephones in those days were oblong boxes that were mounted on the wall. Ours had an adjustable thin "silver colored" mouthpiece about ten inches long which flared out at the end for speaking into. It could be adjusted up and down to the serve the height of the speaker. The mouthpiece itself was round and about the size of the top of a small coffee cup. It had a receiver that extended on a cord from the side with a “U” like cradle to hang the receiver upside down in and the weight of the receiver would pull the “U” down and terminated the call.

In those days each owner was assigned a designated number of short and/or long rings and that was your personal "ring". There were also special rings for fire and other things that they wanted to alert people about.

You memorized everyone’s ring and had the ability to listen in on other people’s conversations. I remember one lady listening in so much it must have been her entertainment of the day. My dad called her a “rubber necker”!

One of the parts to this kind of telephone was a large magnet shaped in a long U. Dad kept various parts of the phone he used to repair with. I loved to play with the magnet to pick up or attach it to all kinds of metal things. I can still feel and hear it now as the metal snapped to it!

I was instructed very sternly to not walk in front of the telephone when an electrical storm was in progress. There had been instances when people had
been knocked down by a ball of fire coming from the telephone when the phone was hit by lightning. They got my attention and I was careful to not walk in front of it during an electrical storm. Or to bend very low to the floor and hurry quickly by.

And also mom told me never to be around the dog at those times because dogs drew lightning and not to use anything metal like scissors, carrying a bucket or any thing metal.
But I always felt safe with my dad, he and I would sometimes sit out on the well-protected porch and he would talk to me about the lightning as it streaked across the sky. He drew my attention to the way the lightning followed the veins in the sky and they were like veins that the radio sounds followed!

I loved to go with my dad when he was called to fix the radio or phone etc. If they had children that was all the better but many times there were not any children. But I never had a hard time entertaining myself. Sometimes dad would forget me and have to come back after me. I always told the people that my daddy would come back and get me! I never worried because I knew he would be back.

One particular place I remember going was to an old bachelor’s home and he took the daily paper. He saved them and gave the comics to me when I came. They were in color and I always looked forward to getting them. His name was Gus Sinner. I could hardly wait until I got home and mom would hold me on her lap and read them to me. My all time favorite was the Katz-en-Jammer Kids.

The folks bought me a little oblong book about the Katz-en-Jammer Kids, which I still had January 8, 2008; however, it does show it’s hard use when I was a child but all the pages are there.

HCPD is Hackers Creek Pioneer Descendants

God has "BLESSED" our Addie with another year!!

Thursday, November 24, 2011
Addie Remembering Thanksgiving Day Childhood

I am wishing all a Happy Thanksgiving Day! Addie here in cell 19! God Bless each and every one abundantly.

When I was a child I had to learn this poem when I went to our little country school, Buck's Grove! The poem always was special to me and as a child & I had it commented to memory.

The pudding on Thanksgiving Day was always a special dish. We called it Plum pudding and it was an English dish. Made of flour, eggs, suet, candied fruits, molasses, raisins, nuts, and currants and other goodies. The mixture was fairly thick and was poured onto a lightly floured white tea towel or "rag" and the towel gathered tightly and tied with a string and dropped into a pot of boiling water and boiled for 3 or 4 hours. A sweet white sauce was prepared for it and it was delicious. Oh how I would like it once again. Makes my mouth water just to think about it.

This poem always calls up some very special memories of being a little child. My mind's eye sees my home, my parents so plain and reciting this poem on our walk to my granddad's, Sam Bottom's, house on a chilly blustery Thanksgiving morning!

Every Thanksgiving Day we walked the one-half mile to my granddad's to eat dinner and spend the day with family on my dad's side. If it was snowy my dad would pull me on the sled. Besides the poem in song, my dad would also whistle other songs on the way or burst out in song with, She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain When She Comes or Casey Jones depending whatever song that struck his fancy at the moment!

My granddad, Sam, always said the blessing. He sat in his special chair with the big tall back and arms seated at the east end of the table and a snow white table cloth on the table. The table was located on the north side of the dining stretching, to a little girl it seemed, from the west wall to the east leaving only enough room for chairs all around. I always sat on the south side and could look out the north window. The table all laden with all kinds of goodies!

These are my precious memories of Thanksgiving Day when I was a child way of yesteryear! It was there seated at that table on such occasions that a little girl dreamed of someday having a family and a loving husband. So many precious memories. It was at that table as a child I praised the Lord and thanked Him for his goodness.

I want all of my grandchildren to know how their Granny spent her childhood Thanksgiving Days.

Over the River and Through the Woods
Over the river and thru the woods,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh,
Thru the white and drifted snow, oh!
Over the river and thru the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and thru the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bell ring,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay!
Over the river and thru the woods,
Trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.