Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Writing Our Memories - A New Class!

And now presenting an entirely new group of Writers of Memories - at The Bedford.

We are:

Betty 

Dave 

Richard 

Ruth 

Barbara 

Cliff 

Christi the facilitator  

Today's topic: Your First Transportation


Dave: "When my Dad was courting my mother she was still in high school. He gave her a horse. She rode it to school after that. They teased my Dad that he married my mother to get the horse back."

Ruth: Had a horse, half mustang, half Arabian. "She would try to bite me in the rear whenever I cinched up her saddle. She was a spirited animal but when kids came from the city she would go slow because she didn't want them to fall off."

Cliff: "I didn't have any money . . . we were dirt poor. Walking home through the city dump, I found a discarded bicycle. I started a project to collect parts so I could build a bicycle. Then I had to learn to ride the thing!" (Laughter from all.)

"Twelve years old . . . the height of the depression and nobody had any money."

Q: "Did you ride it?" A: "I rode that bicycle until I graduated high school."

Richard: "When my older sister got married, he had a car! Nobody had a car then! I liked to drive under the bridge with a train going by above us. I was about 10. We thought that was great; he'd buy a new car every two years."

"I had a red flyer wagon I used to ride in and my sister would pull me."

Betty: "My husband and I were living in Japan. We could ride bikes around the rice paddies. Our little boy, Eric, would ride on the back. That's how we spent our Sundays."

Q: (Richard) "What were you doing in Japan?"

A: "Clifford was stationed there."

"Living someplace for a long time, you absorb the life that is in that place. I was only 19 or 20 when I went there."

Q: "Did you speak Japanese?"

A: "I could, a little. (Incidentally) Little kids who speak bilingually always know which language to use with which person."

Dave: "I lived in the country . . . a 'metropolis' in Eastern Oregon called Irrigon. You had to irrigate to have crops. The community developed through the irrigated lands.

When I got a bicycle in high school, it had a tank on it."

Q: (Richard) "What was it used for?"

A: "Nothing. Just decoration. Made it more like a motorcycle I guess.

Dave: (Continuing) "We lived between Irrigon and Umatilla. Thirty-five people in the high school. We had a 40-piece band . . . they dipped into the grade school Everyone was expected to be in the band!"

"A six-man football team was started the year I was in high school. We had a swimming pool - not commercial, but with rocks around it. Going to a friend's house overnight, bicycles were a good way to get there."

Betty: "We lived in Madras. Farm kids came on buses. We lived across the street from the high school. Mother never knew how many people would be in our beds! They could stay with us. They always trusted the McKenzie family. There was always another plate. My Mother - we called her Mother Earth."

Dave: "That was farm life. Everyone was generous and kind. We knew all the people in high school . . . and we knew their cat's name!"

Barbara: "Like Ruth, I had a horse. My mother was an entrepreneur. We bought houses, fixed them up, and moved. So we moved a lot.

I grew up in Spokane, moved there when I was six months old.

The first horse I remember - I was three or four years old - I got to ride on the big workhorses. Later on, I had my own horse until I went off to college.

In all this moving around, I look back and remember my age by what house I lived in.  When I was five, Mom bought 30 acres and six cabins on Newman Lake.

Mom would get 125 baby chicks, and in the spring we'd chop off their heads, put them in hot water, and pluck the feathers. We'd rent lockers. In those days you didn't have freezers."

Saturday, November 19, 2011

When Green Is Best

"I like green best out of doors." --Alice Whitley, age 91

Monday, September 14, 2009

Cartwheel Conversation

With Rachel and Phyllis...

Phyllis and Rachel - July 20, 2009
Christi: Did you ever do cartwheels?
Phyllis: I wasn't limber.
Rachel: I could do cartwheels.
Phyllis: I could stand on my head.
Rachel: I could too.

P: Once there was something called a Deucenberg.
R: Oh that was something special.
P: I think I saw one once. Packards were pretty special too.
R: Oh, yes! 20's and 30's.

Remembering the Media

Here's a list of favorite ads and shows we came up with in class one morning.

August 30, 2007
Berma Shave had progressive signs that were really catchy. Anxious to see what the next one said.

November 15, 2007
Radio-
Jack Armstrong- The All-American Boy
Benny Goodman
Amos and Andy- Comics
Dick Tracy
The Drama Hour
Jack Benny
One Walag King
Tommy Dorsey
Orson Welles

Hall of Fame

Dance Halls

Movies-
Will Rogers
Lone Ranger
Tonto
Abbot and Costello
The Strand
The Oshkosh
The Fox Theater- second

Rachel - Memories of Music

It held an important part of life for my sisters and me when we were growing up. Sundays always found us gathered around the piano. I can remember our dad complaining about playing too loud. But as I consider my growing up on a farm in Nebraska, timed were difficult in the thirties... Not much joy but lots of hard work raising chickens and a garden in Nebraska. Come to think of it, we raised most of our food: Mama baked bread. Boughten bread was a treat! In fact, my children and grand children would be amazed at how primitive living on a farm in the twenties and thirties was! We were very busy. Life was a chore. I envied the town kids. They had it made in their workless days. There was no electricity - until the early thirties -which made a Big difference.

Although times were hard during the depression, we didn't know any better and accepted life as we had it. We were a lot different than kids today, 75 years later.

There was quite a while when singing around the piano was common at our house.

Phyllis and Books

Phyllis:

As a child, I read voraciously. I read books by different authors I liked and books about Indians. I didn't like books about "love" stuff - romances which were very popular with some. I was poor in geography and history - couldn't remember dates and associate time with periods in history. I didn't know who was contemporary and who was ancient history. I would also get confused about places. When I heard about Medford, Oregon, I was surprised that it was the place I had been reading about in history - or so I mistakenly thought it was.

I remember the first book I ever bought - Rebecca, I think it was. It was a major purchase and I started buying a lot of books. But oddly, I don't remember ever having favorite books.

I had a very favorite librarian- Miss Santee. A quote someone made about her: "And still they mazed and still the wonder grew - that one small head could carry all she knew."

Our Class, January 17 2008

Phyllis, Alice, and Rachel are discussing fears.

Alice wonders: "Why do I have a poltergeist in my room?" Lamps are going on and off. The stereo goes on at 10 or 11pm. Many years ago, her farm (bought for $8,000) was reputed to be haunted. Alice had 11 children and didn't ever keep them from a thunder and lightning storm. In an electrical storm you could smell the sulphur and watch the lightning jump from one cow to another.

Phyllis:
Was afraid of heights, and remembers being on a Ferris wheel, suspended out, unable to see the ground below. She remembers the stress of trying to get it just right, making valentines for Valentine's Day.

Rachel and Phyllis remember tasting paste - it had a little metal top and brush.

Somehow we got on the topic of favorite tastes.

Phyllis remembers her mother making marble cakes. "That was really great because you got to lick two pans."

Favorite recipes.
Alice - Spanish rice- baked in a loaf pan (bacon, tomatoes, rice, onions, tomato juice, garlic). Alice canned Hale Heaven peaches.

Phyllis- Old time cream of tomato soup- real tomatoes fresh from the garden. A pinch of baking soda to kill the acid. Phyllis remembers helping Mother with canning - how she would scald tomatoes and slip off the skins.

"Kids these days don't know what it's like to go to the garden, pull up a carrot, wipe it off on your pants and eat it," piped up Rachel.