Wringer Washing Machine
You're probably too young to remember, but I remember the outside fire, boiling kettle, and wringer washing machine. Mother and Aunt Johnnie used to carry the water and boil the clothes. If I remember, that kettle was also used to wash chickens when Mother and Aunt J wrung the heads and picked the feathers.
Yup, I remember the little rock house, with the wood stove in the corner for heating water, and the Maytag wringer washer with the gasoline engine.
I can remember too, seeing the chickens flopping around the yard with their heads pulled off. Mom put their necks under a broom handle, stood on both ends of the stick, yanked up on their legs pulling their heads off.
… still remember the smell of wet chicken feathers after they were scalded in boiling water, and the smell of the pinfeathers that were singed over a flame from a burning newspaper.
Fired chicken, yum.
Chicken Killing Contest
Mother used to laugh because Aunt J would use the broom and mother would
catch one wring its head off and run to catch another. She could kill the
chicken faster than Aunt J could. I think they had contests.
Masterful Chocolate Cake
We were so young that I don't remember things exactly, but I remember Mother
saying one time that Aunt J was the best cook but that SHE was the "Chicken
Killer." Mother always wished that she could bake bread like Aunt J.
Mother baked a masterful chocolate cake, but she gave up on bread.
Aunt Eddie’s favorite piece of fried chicken was the gizzard. One time, when she lived at Ramon, NM and was attending a Rancherette party, she was given the task of frying chicken for the group.
As she was frying the chicken she ate all of the gizzards. A lady who was attending the party, and liked gizzards too, came by where Aunt Eddie was working and ask if she could have some gizzards. Aunt Eddie, knowing full well that they were all gone, proceeded to help her look through the pile of chicken on the platter for a gizzard.
Someone (who knew that Eddie had already eaten the gizzards) came by and ask them what they were doing. When Eddie said that they were looking for gizzards, the person said, “But Eddie you have already eaten them all.”
Nailed Red handed!
I'd forgotten that story! I remember Mother's telling it and declaring that moment
to be one of her most embarrassing moments of all time.
Terry, I meant to write back to you after I looked at the pictures you sent--
I'm so proud of them! The pictures of Sheila and me by the old trailer, the
scraggly Christmas tree, and the burros were taken in the midst of the
Navajo Desert between Gallup and Farmington--when Daddy worked for
The Bookout Construction Co. That company laid Highway 666 from from
Gallup to Farmington, and families followed the crew. No running water,
no indoor toilets, no electricity....All drinking water and bath water was hauled in
by a large truck and we had to carry water for all necessities. I have acouple
of "desert" stories I'll tell you later, but just got in from mygrandson's baseball
game and Grandma is pooped!
Mother's Indian Bracelet
I remember visiting Aunt Eddie and Uncle Rufus and thought they lived somewhere near Gallup. I couldn't remember what job Uncle Rufus had then. Just remember I always had fun visiting our cousins. I do remember sliding down dirt inclines there and wearing out our clothes...AND, requiring a lot of Jergens Lotion later on!!! (Jergens Lotion was powerful stuff those days and stung like crazy). Mother's Indian bracelet, that I have now, is the one that Daddy bought her on one of the Gallup trips.
In the future our Old Black Kettle, the one we are all remembering, may be called back into duty. The attachment below shows that it is now in retirement and sitting out on our screened in porch growing geraniums. Our Ancestors found much better uses for this kettle which did made me feel a little guilty filling it up with potting soil. However, I assuaged my guilt by reminding myself I didn't know how to make lye soap or hominy. Also, scalding chickens or hogs, to aid in removing feathers and/or hair, will have to be left up to Tyson and Pilgrims Pride for now.
Our Dad used this Old Black Kettle right up to the end of his life. Mother refused to let him cook hominy for his farm cats in the house. He resorted to building a fire back by the barn which was behind the house. I can still invision him standing there, with great pride, stirring and cooking his hominy in the kittle. It actually smelled and looked good but we weren't sure of the ingredients so none of us indulged, as one of the ingredients that are necessary in making hominy is lye. The cats loved it and lived.
In remembering the little rock house, (the Wash House), the Maytag wringer washer, and the kettle to boil the clothes I'll mention the Watkins Bluing that our parents added to the final rinse, to make the "whites" whiter. You will recall it was also used for insect bites...mostly red ants. What was a fun pastime was running through the fresh, wet, clean clothes hanging on the line. Nothing felt or smelled better especially on a hot summer day. This pastime was not to popular with our parents who prided themselves with "Rinso White" clothes. Also, did you remember that there was a cellar under the Wash House where we kept canned goods, potatoes and brown beans? I think it was 1940 or 1941 when we had the big rain which caused the cellar to flood. I remember being assigned a bucket to scoop up the water and made a lot of trips up and down the steps until we got everything back in shape.
Terry Thanks for letting us share our old memories...You are a computer genius and have a great web site...
Terry...sorry for the delay...I have so many memories of the ranch, of our wonderful childhood and of course, New Mexico itself. Not long ago, I responded to someone who was complaining about rain with my memory of its effect on New Mexico...
"There's nothing wrong with rain. Truth is -- where I come from, rain is quite an event. It's almost an annual thing, like Christmas. When it does show up -- usually at night -- it comes in blinding sheets, riding the violent wind like a banshee, sometimes ripping roofs from houses with golfball-sized hail. Floods are sudden; widespread and, the next morning when the sun angrily stomps back into place, there are acres upon cracked acres of wonderfully delicious mud pies to play with -- all that remains after the thirsty earth gulps down every drop of moisture.
"A brilliant kaleidoscope of wildflowers miraculously pops up out of nowhere and cacti explode in cream and ivory roses. Most will be gone by sunset. No matter. Their loss is a small price to pay for the achingly beautiful panorama that unfolds at the end of each searing, windswept day in spectacular slow-mo across the horizon. All that is important in life -- "truth" beyond the perverted reach of man -- is contained in the sheer enchantment of a single New Mexico sunset."
In fact, Terry, I am currently in aggressive negotiations with God. In exchange for my efforts not to injure even one of His little ones, and for my attempts -- no matter how vain -- to keep others from doing the same -- if Heaven is full, I am asking him to just drop-kick me into the New Mexico sunset for eternity...
Love you THIS much,
p.s....and then there's always the memory of Adrienne Joyce yelling ''Mama! Make Terralynn get offa my laigs....!!"
Well...I remember once, in Fort Sumner, a boy asked Adrienne Joyce to go to the movies with him on a Saturday afternoon. For some reason I can't remember, I went with them (!?) I guess Aunt Johnie knew if they held hands or anything, I would race home and tattle (which, of course, I would have). So we were sitting there, AJ and her friend both glaring at my smirking self. I was having the time of my life -- Whoop! Me and AJ, on our very first date! I don't know about her, but I felt important...
Then, something funny happened in the movie and, for some reason, when I laughed -- I broke wind! Being Eddie May's daughter, I was mortified. But, when I looked at AJ and saw the sheer horror on her face, being Rufus Edgar's daughter, I got tickled all over again. And broke wind again. The more I laughed -- well, you know the rest of the story...
We walked home from the movie in a thick silence. I don't think the boy ever spoke to AJ again. Come to think of it, she hasn't spoken to me since that day either...LOL (Just kidding -- I think she spoke to me a couple of times back in the 60's...)
I love you AJ. After all these years, even you have to admit it was pretty funny -- Ooops! There I go again...
We've been remodeling Granny's House. Just finished refinishing the wood floors. Had forgotten how beautiful old wood floors can be. And, remember these rose bushes that are out by the garage??? They are as old or older than the wood floors and really pretty this year. Thought we'd share them with you by way of e-mail.
Poor Old Tip
I knew I was taking these photos for some special reason. Now I know they were for Sheila. I took these across the pasture toward our neighbor's house a few days ago.
I can't ever remember being afraid, or running to the cellar, during any storms at Ramon. (Only Old Tip was afraid. Mother would never allow animals in the house; but, during a thunderstorm Old Tip was allowed in or else we would not have any screens left on our doors. It was panic time for poor Old Tip......When let in he would always run and hide under Mother's dresser until the storm subsided.) The rest of us prayed for rain and when it poured down we'd sometimes run out and do our "rain dance" in the mist of the lightening, thunder, or whatever was going on at the time.
I do remember, though, when lightening started a prairie fire on the ranch. You could see the glow from the fire from our house and bellows of smoke. It got so serious at one point that a call when out for the Roswell Military Institute boys to come help fight the fire. But, as they were on the way, a tremendous rainstorm hit and put out the fire. Later, that was the most beautiful spot on the ranch. The grass turned a gorgeous green....and all the lakes filled up.
One of our Dad's and your Uncle Adron's favorite NM jokes: A rancher decided to sell his ranch so he told his hired hand that a man was coming to look at the ranch and he wanted him to show the man around. "Now when he comes I want you to brag on our weather", said the rancher. The man arrived and sure enough ask, "How is the weather around here?"....The hired hand said, "O, good, good.....No snow and one rain!!!"......
Sheila, I can hear you laughing from here. "Tee Hee".....(Aunt Billie Jean's "word" for "Ha Ha"....
Love You Both,
New Mexico sunsets
What a wonderful gift! I just sat and cried when I got these photos...they were the last thing I looked at before I went to sleep last night and the first thing I clicked on this morning. I am sending them out across the Internet to everyone I know -- even to some Frights (friends on the right) LOL.... One has only to stop for a minute and contemplate a New Mexico sunset to realize that -- in the grand scheme of things -- little self-important creatures of whatever political stripe scurrying around killing each other in the name of whatever Being they worship in a vain effort to gather up all the world's power and resources, is kinda ludricrous, isn't it? New Mexico sunsets stopped me in my tracks when I was young and continue to give me perspective as I grow older...and older...and older...
Thanks for the Uncle Adron joke. I cannot remember ever seeing him angry. When Mother or Aunt Johnnie disciplined us, he would chide us good-naturedly -- not sympathetically because we deserved to be disciplined -- but he made us feel better anyway. I never knew if what he told us was in jest or if it was true. He convinced me that Old Blue would go all by himself and cut the milk cows out of the herd and bring them back to the ranch in the evening. Is that true?
And, speaking of that discipline -- Aunt Johnnie had no problem with one of us tattling on the others, but the deal was the tattler also got punished, just in case the guilty party was the one who got away. AJ and Donna made out like bandits over Terry and me because of this rule, but we managed to aggravate them and get away with it too, so I guess it all evened out.
Thanks again for the sunsets.
Dora, dora, dora...
Terry, This is such a wonderful "memory bank." Thank you for taking the time to share and to create beautiful memories. One memory that struck when I read Sheila's and Adrienne's remarks about the patience of Uncle Adron was that when we'd come running in from outside and leave the door open, he never got upset, never put down his paper, or got up from his rocker, just said, "Dora, dora, dora...," (in the same sing-song monotone) until we shut the door.
Mildred, the church gossip and self-appointed arbiter of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several residents were unappreciative of her activities, but feared her tongue enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his pickup truck parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She commented to George and others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny, he said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house ...................
and left it there all night.
The Rest of the srory...
Sounds like my Pete. One of my neighbors was a "peeker" and a "talker." She couldn't believe that after I'd loved someone like Bill for 30 years that I could love someone else. One evening when Pete had come for supper and was about to leave, he said that he wished he had the nerve to walk home and leave his pickup in my driveway all night Said he'd like to go to the coffee shop the next morning and hear the latest gossip about the Widow Walker.
We "dated" three weeks before we married, but we'd known each other for as long as Bill and I had lived in Tipton. His wife and I were good friends and their son, now my son, Dale, and Bill David were together even before they started to school and lived together all the way through college...were best man at each other's weddings. Jayne died about a year after Bill did.
I miss him so much. Seems only yesterday he went away and yet it's almost six years.
See those two old men
Donna, on a trip some time back, to see a sick friend in Colorado, I stopped in Aztec, NM to visit my 2nd cousin, Janice. He had lost her husband and had been a widow for some time. We were sitting in a café drinking coffee, when she said; “See those two old men over there at the next table? I know what they are talking about.” They are saying, “Well, she has finally got her a man.” When she told me that I just leaned over and gave her a little hug and whispered in her ear I’ll give them something to really talk about.
; - )
Subject: Re: Yuvonne
Donna, I apologize for misspelling your middle name! I even double checked my E-Mail Address Book thinking there couldn't have been a mistake but there it was "Evonne" just as I had typed it years ago. Now why couldn't Aunt Eddie have thought of an easy middle name for you..... something simple like, "Joyce" instead of the beautiful name "Yuvonne"???
We just got home from Ben's 55th (Wow!!) Roswell High School class reunion and spending some time in Ruidoso at Alan's cabin afterward. Really a beautiful Fall Season this year in NM due to the large amount of rain we've had.
Since getting home haven't had a chance to check all my email but did spot the new November Victory Herald. Looks very interesting and will be reading all the articles as soon as I have a chance. Thanks for sending it.
Give me a "word" now and then when you have a chance.
AJ ........ (I think I mentioned this to you before but did you remember that Uncle Rufus gave me the nickname...."AJ"????
Sent: Saturday, November 04, 2006 11:56 AM
Subject: Re: Yuvonne
Ah, yes! Daddy gave you that name. Does anyone call you that today? And don't worry about my middle name. Because Mother was so afraid that people wouldn't pronounce the "Y" right, she spelled it with "Yu." I've done a lot of explaining over the years about the pronunciation.
And I did name my oldest daughter after my "other" sister, "Joyce." When her daughter was married, she wanted to name her Deidra Joyce, but her daddy wanted to name her after his mother, Jean. And as Jean died the day Deidra was born, there was no argument.
I think of you often....and of the "old" days on the ranch when we were growing up...and Mother and Aunt Johnnie. One of my sons, Bill David, is a writer, a preacher, and a school teacher. He will retire in May and wants to write full time. He's been working on children's books and has done a couple of western scripts...one of which has been accepted by an agent and is being marketed. I think I'll relate some old memories and copy off what you and Terry have sent in the past and see what he can do.
Linda is very sick. She has been for several years, degenerative spine. Has had back surgery once, but not anything else they can do. She also has had fibromyalgia for several years and is in constant pain. Most days she's bed-fast, and when she is able to get up, she has to use a walker. Thank God, she has a wonderful husband who takes good care of her.
Love you so much!
Re: Am I a Fireman Yet
This reminds me of Daddy's death. Mother had been with him night and day at his bedside in the hospital. Daddy was in a coma, but Mother refused to leave him. When they pronounced him dead, Mother said, "Yes, I know! I saw him singing in the Heavenly Choir and he was in his blue pajamas." Until the day she died, she never retracted that story. I think of that so many times because Daddy was such a "performer." I can remember the years that as Mother was cooking dinner, Daddy would tap-dance across the kitchen, singing, and would tickle her as he passed by. That kept her laughing and screaming, "Rummy, stop that or I'm going to dump this gravy all over you!" But did he stop? Never. We kids stood around laughing and yelling, "Go! Go, Daddy! Go!"
That is a wonderful story! And I don't even remember it. But at that time, I was working on my master's and didn't have time to watch baseball games and I never read the sports page. I am a big pro-baseball and pro-football fan and, thanks to Daddy and to Bill, I do watch games. Went to many of the big league baseball games when we were growing up. In fact, one of the years we lived in St. Louis, both the city's teams--Cardinals and Browns--played in the World Series. The four years we lived there, we never missed a game. Finally, Sheila and I were so bored that Daddy and Mother would drop us off at the swimming pool nearby and we'd play in the pool while they went to the games. But...he sowed the seed!
Four years ago, Keith and I went to Houston to watch the Astros. I'd forgotten how much fun the real thing could be! Keith's daughter and her family live there and they got us really good tickets...practically on first base!
Looks like the year we lived in Denver. I was in the 7th grade and Sheila was in the 6th. That winter, one snow storm dropped 42". We walked to school on sidewalks that were just like hallways. Somewhere, I have a picture of Daddy trying to "find" his car so he could go to work. The snow had completely covered it! When we had to leave there, Sheila and I both cried and swore that when we grew up, we were moving back to Denver and there to live forever. So what happened? We now live 33 miles from each other in no-snow cotton country.
Adrienne, Terry & Ben First Day of School
I remember your first day of school as well as I remember my first day of school.
On my first day of school I didn't know where I was heading. I didn't even know what "school" was. Daddy and I headed out toward Ramon to my one room "school" at Ramon. Little did I know that earlier it had been decided by the "grown-ups" that to "hold down" the school system at Ramon they needed one more student....me.... So I was starting to school at five years old instead of six. Daddy and I got in the pick-up that morning and I was all excited about visiting "school" whatever that was, and "playing" with other children. We walked in together and met the teacher. I saw a wonderful sandbox at the back of the room with little cars, houses, etc. to play with. The children seemed friendly and I was assigned a spot to sit....(a desk).....All this seemed great until out of the corner of my eye I saw Daddy walking out the door...without me..... Daddy said later when he got in the pick-up and started to close the door....there I was......trauma occurred and he had to go back to "school" with me for awhile.
Your first day at school was much more exciting and a happy event for all. Mother walked between us on the little uneven sidewalk that was only one block from school. You were so happy and Mother and I were happy for you. As I remember you were skipping along beside Mother and suddenly you said, " I guess I'm just like that like um!!" Mother said, " Well, how is that?" You said, " I don't know nothing!!!" We all laughed and walked on to school......I'm guessing you were in at least the "B" reading circle. Did they even have "circles" then??? Maybe you were in the "A" circle so don't under estimate yourself.......
Ben started to school at Camp School which was 30 miles North of Roswell toward Ramon. He said he really didn't know "nothing" as he didn't even know what a Crayon was. His teacher gave him a Color Book and a Crayon on his first day of school and said, "Here, Color this." He didn't even know how to use a Crayon and ask the Teacher, "What is this for?" He said all he knew to do was ride a horse, shoot a rabbit, & baby-sit Lloyd & Alice while his Mom rode off to check the windmills to make sure the cows had water.
We didn't realize how well off we really were then did we???
AJ ~ 07.31.06
Date: February 20, 2010 1:09:57 PM MST
To: "terry" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: Re: small request
Having lost a wonderful and loving husband to lung cancer, I am "big" on prayer for cancer.
Too, I just received word from the daughter of a friend in a nearby town. She's been keeping me "up" on Evelyn's condition for the past two weeks and now has said that she's not expected to live through the night. Evelyn recently lost her husband to cancer. I'm sure you've read her columns in Victory Herald. Until she became too ill to write, she had been a contributor for nearly 5 years. She's a wonderful lady and is blessed to have two daughters nearby to care for her in her last moments.
Please pray for her and her family.
Subject: Re: A Poem Worth Reading
Date: March 11, 2010 2:04:09 PM MST
I was married to two WWII heroes. Bill was overseas for 3 1/2 years, in England, France, and Germany. Pete, because he was colorblind and was a builder, was stationed for the duration in the shipyards of Seattle, building ships. He was so ashamed at not getting to fight for his country, he wouldn't talk of his years in the service. I told him that had it not been for shipbuilders we couldn't have had a navy, so his service was just as or maybe even more important as any on the front. He just shook it off. Wouldn't talk about it. Said he wanted to fight for his country and didn't get to.
This is a good poem!
I forwarded all the Turner files to my children and they were thrilled to get the history.
Omigosh! When scrolling and reaching the picture of Charlie Chaplin and Marlene Deitrich, I gasped. She looks exactly like Mother when she was younger. What do you think?
True, very true...
What a sad story that Misty has written but thankfully with a happy ending. I don't think Aunt Eddie ever told Mother about this happening to Misty. Our Dad had passed away in December of 1980. We had just moved to Portales and Sheila & Royce came to Daddy's funeral.
Ben, Mother & I went to Bill Walker's funeral in Tipton the following April. We got a motel room in Fredrick, OK as there wasn't any place available in Tipton. A terrific storm had gone through Portales and made it's way to OK. On that same day it caught Bill and his friend out on the lake fishing. Their ice chest was full of fish. We were all shocked when the phone rang to tell us of the accident. What a sad time for Donna & her family.
We made several trips to Red River, NM when our children were young. Stayed several times in a rustic log cabin called The Old Timer. Then later, after I got a job teaching school, moved on up to a better cabin by a fishing lake. We, too, have wonderful memories of Red River, NM.......
We can all be thankful for God & His healing power in our lives.
PS......(Uncle Rufus gave me the "nickname" AJ....I looked up the word nickname and it means supplementary name.....ha......)
~ Roll-top Desk ~
I betcha my sweet Pete coulda done that!
One of the last things he created for me was a huge, roll-top desk. He had no pattern, but went to several stores in the area and looked at how each was built, came home, unrolled stips of paper from a meat block, measured the area where it was to sit, drew an original pattern, cut and put together. Area papers did articles of his work and even showed the finished pictures of the desk while it was still in the shop. It is beautiful! And he did build this home for me and Bill in 1963 and then moved in to make it our home in 1983.
Okay, I'll stop bragging on Mr. Perfect...there's not enough room for all I could say. He was the best of the best!
Wanted to send these photos to you in your Birthday card. (I know you are much older than I but looks like we may have celebrated our Birthdays together in the Old Days??) I couldn't locate the photos in time to send in your card. I had ask Terry to assist in locating photos and he came up with them just in time for my Big Event.. Looks like there's four candles on the cake?? Maybe you can remember since you were older.....tee hee.... The pictures were taken "down in the breaks" as we used to say.... That was the prettiest area of the ranch as it had hills covered with cedar, pinon & juniper trees. I thought the "hills" were mountains at the time. The dirt road curved over & around through the hills and our dad would honk the horn on each curve in case someone was coming to meet us from the other direction. Grandma Turner refused to ride in the car when we went up the steep hills as she was afraid the brakes would fail. She would get out and walk and we would sit up at the top and wait. Just reminiscing...
Terry, Thanks for locating these photos for me. We looked like three little orphans. You and Carol weren't even here yet to join in the B'Day celebration. Adrienne
That is so cute! The doghouse scene reminds me of when Bill David was 2.
Carole gave him a registered collie puppy. They grew up together and were
"brothers." Bill had a big dog house built for Toby. Whenever I couldn't
find Bill David, I knew to go to the doghouse and there I'd find them curled
up together, asleep. They played ball together. We've always lived in the
"schoolyard," and even during BD's pre-school years, everyday, when the high
school football players were practicing or running laps, BD and Toby went to
the field and ran with the players. Toby died when BD was a junior in high
school. He went to pieces at school when he heard of it. Everyone in town
knew of their closeness so his principal sent him home, told him not to
worry that he could catch up later. Toby is buried in our backyard, and BD
teases me, saying that when I go to heaven, he gets the house so he and
Toby can be together again.
Am going to forward this to BD.
They Were Men