ANCESTORS (A RACY STORY)
Many people I know can point to their family tree and tell of their famous ancestors. I have a famous ancestor too. His name was Zev. He was a race horse.
Many people I know can point to their family tree and tell of their famous ancestors. I have a famous ancestor too. His name was Zev. He was a race horse.
I thought my mother was beautiful -- beautiful from face to feet. She was five feet, ten inches tall, and she stood straight as if she were proud of her height.
My father’s story is one of triumph over adversity--that is, until he was in his mid-forties and got hit by the Depression.
CATEGORY: THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE PHOTO: LEVI AND EMMA MAY AND FAMILY (MOTHER AT LOWER RIGHT) BACK ROW: EVERETT, HARVEY, CLARA. MIDDLE ROW: LEVI AND EMMA. FRONT ROW: WALLACE, LULA AND GRACE. Emma and Levi May were my mother’s parents. …
There was a house. It was a small white house with a porch across the front.
In Dayville, we lived in a house on a hill. It had a porch across the front that looked down on the town. It was in this house that Mary and I found a box of matches.
CATEGORY: EARLY CHILDHOOD PHOTO: WE SAT ON THE BRIDGE During the summers, when our father was not teaching, he worked at various jobs. When we lived at Dayville he worked at a service station. It had a room with a…
CATEGORY: EARLY CHILDHOOD PHOTO: RUBBER DOLL FROM THE 1930's Somewhere in the mountains above Dayville, we lived near a saw mill where there were gigantic hills of saw dust. It was a place where we lived in the summer time…
CATEGORY: EARLY CHILDHOODPHOTO: OLD SILVIES SCHOOL HOUSE OLD SILVIES SCHOOL As the Depression got worse, our father moved to smaller and smaller schools. The last of these was a one room school at Silvies, a tiny town in a wondrously…
When I was five, we moved to Grass Valley in Sherman County. Grass Valley was both the name of the town and the meadow-like valley in which it nestled. Besides the town, the only other man-built thing in the valley…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTOS: GRASS VALLEY MAIN STREET (HIGHWAY 97) GRASS VALLEY FROM THE NORTH HILL GRASS VALLEY, MAIN STREET: CITY PARK AND ROAD TO OUR HOUSE ON LEFT GRASS VALLEY FROM THE NORTH HILL The town of Grass Valley…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEY RANCH PLAN I love farms and ranches. I like to figure out how they are laid out and why, assuming there is a reason why people place things in a certain way. Once when my husband, Bob…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEY PHOTO: RANCH HOUSE FIRST FLOOR PLAN RANCH HOUSE PLAN I said the main entry to the house at the ranch was on the south. This was not the dignified formal entry which nobody used. That was on…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: COOK STOVE SIMILAR TO GRANDMOTHER'S My intent, when I started writing about “the shape of things” was to describe how the ranch was laid out, and adhere strictly to geometry but memories do creep in. It is…
High over there beyond those several states of hills is a place I went back to in September.
When we first moved to Grass Valley, Grandfather and Uncle Wallace didn’t yet have a tractor. All the farming was done with horses. They had a team of draft horses named Blacky and Bessie.
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: COWBOY WITH TRAIN There was a movie theater in Grass Valley. Mother took us to our first movie. I was six years old. There were cowboys riding horses up on the stage right inside the theater! What…
Shortly after we moved into our house in Grass Valley, my mother acquired a piano.
We had a pet hen named Warbler. This hen liked to sing to the piano.
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: OLD METHODIST CHURCH IN GRASS VALLEY Mary told me once, emphatically, that we never went to Sunday School. She and I do not have the same recollections. I certainly went to Sunday School at both the Methodist…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: THE COW BARN AFTER 1980 For some reason known only to God and my Guardian Angel, between the ages of five and seven, I liked to jump from high places. This peculiar pastime started with climbing onto…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: 1930'S CORN CHIPS CAN When I was about eight years old, I “came down” with smallpox. I cannot remember how this happened. It must have been in the same way that I got whooping cough and scarlet…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: THE OLD EWE Halloween! The very word still brings back a secret little thrill of excitement--not for Halloween itself, but for the day after. That was when we found out what the big boys had been doing…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: AD FOR TANGEE LIPSTICK In our childhood years the emphasis for women and young ladies was not on physical beauty. “Pretty is as pretty does” we were told. So you can imagine our surprise when one day…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTOS: THE OLD SHERARS HOTEL INDIAN FISHING PLATFORMS AT SHERARS FALLS Whenever mother got the chance, she liked to take us and whatever children were at our house (we all rode in the rumble seat) and drive over…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: MARY AND JEAN AT TIME OF BIRTHDAY PARTY. (MARY'S HAIR WAS SHORT BECAUSE SHE WAS ALWAYS CUTTING IT) When I was seven and Mary was eight years old, Mary and I were invited to a birthday party…
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEY PHOTOS: 1) JEAN, JAMES AND MARY 2) WE THREE GIRLS AND SOME OF OUR FRIENDS. HARRY STANDING LEFT. JAMES KNEELING RIGHT. 3) THE GRASS VALLEY SCHOOL WITH BOARD WALK James Hartley was a part of our family…
In the summer time when the huckleberries were ripe in the mountains, mother would pack a tent and take us into the mountains.
Whenever we drove from Grass Valley to The Dalles, we drove past Celilo, an Indian village on the Colombia River.
CATEGORY: GRASS VALLEYPHOTO: GRANDMOTHER AND EVERETT JR. My mother’s brother, our Uncle Everett was one of the most outgoing, hospitable, kind and generous men I have ever known. In direct contrast, his son, Everett (Everett May, Jr.) was the least…