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Show The Cache American. Paire Six Cache County. Utah Kathleen Norris Says: HOMER. byaiOW wmjoms: (gW.N.U.SERVICC TIIE STORT Till'S FA R: Amo Cray, ha had aarvtd la lh Civil War ai a arrirant, wai ana ol Uia covarad aioa pioneers from Ohio, who arillrd oa homo-tlaaland nrar Mr)ville, Missouri Thara ha mat and won Smaa Sewell a dsughler ol another arlilrr, who Uvad Iwalva Dillra away. Thrlr aarly yaara ora apant la building tha larm Irnm tba ground up, lag home, aod bara, aa orchard, wall and outbutldlnga. Iloadi warn aavar comldrrad by lha In original aalilara, but new arrival aivtrd, o rommunlly roada and a arhool Soma aa added lo tna rommunlly. alill aent lo Iowa by way ol lha tralla. It aharlrr lo rul through over tha larma than go by tba road. d ona-rooi- at cii trim ii the family car mustn't be tied up. The coal house still stands, but a new kind of stove has come in. It is full of coils and has ail sorts of fancy devices, but I suspect the big boys aont get to go out so often for a scuttle of coal And instead of having every seat taken up. there are now only half a dozen tots, tots too small to be toted off to town by the school board bus. But back to the disgrace. The boys seemed like giants, and I was afraid of them. When recess time came, the big girls must have seen my uneasiness, for they took me to their backhouse to relieve myself. When I returned, the boys were wailing, and taunted me until I felt I was disgraced for life. I think it was the first time I realized the uorld is made up of two sexes and never shall they meet at least in certain places. When school dismissed of an afternoon. the scholars would come out and some would start one direction and some another. Then I would start north and pretty soon I would come to the top of a hill and there would be the Croy farm. That was the way all farms were spoken of. The Newt Kennedy farm, the Scott farm, the Willhoyte farm; they had personalities just as people have. Sometimes a family would move away, but their place was still called the Duncan farm, or the Trulhnger farm. It took a long time to call a place by the rack Wilh a baby coming, a borne would not do, so Uncle Jim arid Unde Dexter, and probably another uncle, came in and a bedroom was attached. And there I was born and there the room still stands. It was a shock, a lew years ago, when I went back and found the room was being used as a henhouse. I find nryself hesitating to mention Uie year, because it all seems so fearfully long ago. It wasn't. You'd be surprised to see how spry I am. It was really the year Brooklyn Bridge was built. There! And here are some other things that came in that year: the old Waldorf-Astoria was opened, the last spike was driven in the Northern Pacific and Joseph Pulitzer bought the New York World. And this was the year Mark Twain's Life on the Mississippi appeared. The new room was a good hospital, Aunt Mandy Sewell drove up and stayed a week and the event went off all right. It was not long until my mother was up and doing the washing and baking and cooking and things were back to normal. I am sometimes asked where I got my first name, and if it was because my parents loved the blind poet. It wasn't quite that romantic. I was named for the township in Ohio where my father came from. I was not given a middle name. A child's first memory is, I believe, usually about people. My first memory is about my mother and a wholly unimportant one. We were walking in the orchard and I picked up an apple and put it in the pocket of my dress. The apple became caught was tight in the pocket a tragedy to me and my mother worked the apple out. I expect psychiatrists could explain something or other by that. But I can't. My next memory Is of a hole in floor. The floor tiltthe living-rooed a little and my father had bored an auger hole so that when my mother scrubbed, the water would drain off. I would try to look through the hole and would wonder what was on the other side. And I always He was on bis way to feed the hogs. have wondered what was on the name of the new people. If the man other side. was a tenant, the situation was about And now a confused memory, one hopeless. a was involved. more bit It quite that something dreadful was happenLife was hard during the week. ing. And indeed it was. My father came riding one of the plow horses But what a wonderful day Sunday in from the field at a gallop and was! We got up the same time as leaped off, opened the gate, and let usual. But there was a different them go in the barn lot with the har- tempo. Pa got up more leisurely, ness on. Then he came running to and started the fire in the kitchen the house and we all got into the stove. cyclone cave and sat wrapped in Pa would pump a bucket of water quilts. Now and then Pa would lift for Ma, start the kitchen stove going, up the doors and look out. When we then start for the barn lot. As I lay finally came out, the barn had been in bed, or dressed, I could follow his Diown away and one of the horses progress by the sounds. First there So destructive are the cykilled. would be the creaking of the barn clones of this section, and so sharpdoor and a whinny of welcome from defined are this one the ly they, that horses, then a stallkicking, so had swept through the orchard my to be fed. The were eager father and mother had set out. sound of Pa they up the corn, scooping and had mowed half of it down and then the of the barn door; shutting left the ether standing. And there this meant he was on the way to it was, all my early days, the half- feed the There would be a hogs. half-up down orchard, the scarred dreadful uproar as the hogs saw and twisted trees. My mother used him coming. The nearer he got, to talk about her orchard. When the worse the noise; the sound of she wanted to rest she would take the hogs fighting among themselves. her chair with the leather bottom the uproar would die away Abruptly woven had Pa and go out and sit and and contentment would peace under one of the trees. descend upon the hog lot: the hogs The Sewells made another run and were feeding. the barn was rebuilt. I remember He would go to the steer (another trifling flash) sitting on a and there would be the soundyard of ( and Uncle Sewell watching joist corncobs snapping as the steers folmortise a hole. lowed him. Then the sound of corn I developed a deep affection for being poured into the troughs and that barn, for barns do things to you. the soft thud of the cattle as they I do not remember my first day bumped sides crowding up to the at Knabb School, except the dis- troughs. Now and then a steer would grace I got into. But I can still give a grunt; that meant one steer see the schoolhouse. That, however, had chugged another with his head. is easy for it is still much as it was With the horses and steers fed. then. Ive often read of the little Pa would unhook the windmill. red schoolhouse, but I never saw There would be a sharp clang as one. In our section, all country the gears meshed, then a whirring schoolhouses were white, and for as the wind laid hold of the blades. that matter, they still are. There Then I could hear him coming to it was a coal house in the yard, the house; no time for lazing now, an iron pump, a cyclone cave, and, and I would spring into my pants. at the back of the lot, two small Pa didnt think much of anybody s with in the who couldnt get dressed structures by the time sides. Two or three horses would the stock was fed. My mother would for the be up, putting corncobs and coal into be tied to hitching-post- s scholars who lived too far away, or the kitchen range. By that time Pa were too small to walk. When it would be at the kitchen door. No was time for school to take up, the one in our house ever said good teacher came to the door and rang a morning. But Pa would say: hand-beand that was the end of it. Susan, weve got a dead pig. The only difference in the school-hous- e between my day and now is Mother would say, "One of the that someone, with advanced ideas strong ones? on education and eyestrain, decided No. Old Blackies titman. that all light should come from the windows were north a feeling of relief. Then so the south, closed up. The children seem a bit We'd take our buckets and start blinky-eyefor the cow lot, Pa and Ma walking Horses still chomp at the hitch ahead, and me bringing up the rear, one-roo- ... haif-moon- ll d. for I hated to work. Wed get our stools down from the cracks in the fence and it wouldn't be lung before there would be the sound of milk pinging. Pa's would be coming very fast. Mi's next, and coming pretty slow would be mine. After a time the milking would be over and Pa would take the two heavy buckets, and Id take the next heaviest, and Ma Uie lightest, and we'd start for the house and breakfast, me a bit ahead now. Sunday morning was bathing time and, after breakfast. Pa would bring in the washtub and put it on the kitchen floor and fill it from the reservoir. Then Pa would retire to and I would grease the hack, read and Ma would take her bath. Pa would come in and wash his hands in the pan on the back porch, empty the tub and fill it again, and Ma would go into the other room to write to relatives, while I'd still be reading and dreading the bath call. Wed hear Pa splashing around, and afterwhile hed come with his suspenders hanging down and walking on his toes so as not to spot the floor, and call. Horner! I'd give a groan and carry out his water and fill the tub again, and be in and out in no time at all. Ta would get down the big harvester calendar and study the dates with circles around them. Then he'd say, Well by next Sunday we ought to have a new calf. It wouldn't be long till time to start to church, and pretty soon Pa and I would be standing beside the hack, and Ma would come out with her Bible and her response leaflets. Ma would sit in front with Pa and I'd Sit in the back. Theyd talk more now than any other time; once In a while Pa would turn and give me good advice. We'd look to see if the neighbors had started to church. If they were hitching up, Pa'd wave at them, or shake his buggy whip. Some of the neighbors didnt go to church at ail. Ma always dropped her voice when she spoke to them, and Pa would say, They'll pay for it sometime. The men sat on one side and the women on the other; the little boys sat with their mothers and the big boys sat in the back, whispering and making faces out of the knots in the seats. Now and then some o) the big boys would carve their initials, but it was pretty well understood they were going to hell. Sometimes I'd feel sorry for them; then Id think the fools deserved it. The preacher would drone along, and then giving the Bible a whack. Now and then a wquld follow him; but the eyes ol the men or the women wouldnt; not of the girls. Sometimes two would get into a fight; then the preacher would have to give two whacks. Suddenly a mule at th hitch rack would set up an excruhee-haendciating, ing with the grunts and chokes and groans with which a mule always closes his song. Itd make the boys snort. No amount of whacks would A little girl would do any good. lean over and whisper into her mothers ear, and the mother would gel up, leading the little girl by the hand, and the two would tiptoe s out. As the mother passed the Then would she stoop. outside, wed hear the little girl pipe, Mamma, hurry! In a few minutes the mother and the little girl would come back from behind the church and softly tiptoe to their seats. The week before, we would have invited somebody to Sunday dinner and now the people would stand on the front porch and ask if we were sure it was convenient. Ma had been getting ready all week; but the question always had to be asked. Then I would get to ride home with the company. It was a lot more fun than riding with Pa and Ma and having to sit in the back seat. No lecture now. It was always understood that the company was to drive slowly, so Ma could get the dinner started and Pa could have his team out of the way so he could help the company unhitch. Id help, too; no hanging back now, and wed lead the horses to the tank by the windmill while Pa and the company talked crops. Pa would say, "What do you figure your oatsll run? When the women heard us, theyd all come to the door and say theyd about decided we werent hungry, then wed say we thought wed eat a bite to keep on the good side of the now mud-daub- mud-dauber- s win-dow- cook. Boll Syndlctls, WNU Fooluroa. Fall Seeding Aided By Use of Fertilizer y Early Increases Availability Order-Deliver- Extra supplies of fertilizer may be available for farmers for the 1944-4season If they order early and accept early delivery, according to the War Food administration. Farmers are being urged to order and take delivery before December 31 of six bags of fertilizer for every five ordered last year. j Storing of fertilizer from fall until spring Is entirely practical wherever dry space is available. Yields of grains, winter cover crops, hay and pasture will be increased by proper use of fertilizer during the early fall, agronomists point out. That means more food for humans, bigger feed supplies for animals, and more grain essential to industry. Fertilizer is more readily available in the fall since it is usually the slack time on sales and distribution. Experiments over long periods have shown that a net acre increase of a ton of hay may reasonably be expected from the use of the equivalent of 100 pounds of triple superphosphate per acre on alfalfa. Potash deficiencies should be made up at the same time superphosphate is applied. Increases in legume cover crop growth, which when turned under brought better yields of succeeding crops, are amply supported by research data as well as actual farm experience reports. Yield of corn Immediately following the vetch are also increased an average of more than 11 bushels per acre on four of the states major soil types without the use of additional fertilizer. fall-seede- d Thousands of American women are tiling gallantly in these changed thanking Cod only that tha terms of their lives don't compare in to those of women everywhere else. By KATHLEEN NORRIS WILKINS MARNA she needs a hus- band, more money, more domestic help, less nerve strain, less housework to do, fewer children, a kinder mother, more sympathetic friends. What she really needs is a finer character. Mama, like almost every other woman in the world today, has gotten herself into a sort of jam what with the war, and high prices and short supplies, shortage of help and nerve strain. When she and Mart married everything was different; they had a baby immediately and thought it would be nice to have another baby, to play with the first baby. But the second baby turned out to be boy twins, and they were born just as America went to war. Not yet three years old, they are a constant care, and Farm Cooling of Eggs Marylyn, the older child, is Will Insure Quality barely of school age even now. Cooling to a safe temperature is an important factor in the care of eggs on the farm. The germ in fertile eggs can grow when the temperature is above approximately 68 degrees F. Eggs when laid are about the temperature of the hens body, 104 degrees F. to 107 degrees F.; therefore, prompt cooling is es- sential In very warm climates, care must be taken to special cool eggs promptly. In cold climates they must be protected from freezing temperatures. In arid regions, it is essential to supply moisture to cooling rooms to prevent the eggs from drying out excessively. For cooling eggs, producers make use of cellars, springs, caves, Ice COOL EGOS fl6?' TO HERE AT ONCE nouses, and numerous home-mad- e incooling devices. A popular and expensive cooler is made by covering the sides and ends of a frame with coarse burlap and moistening this cloth by keeping one end of it in a pan of water. Agricultural Facts Afternoon cut hay has more value than that cut in the morning. Skim milk given to poultry inof water will provide adequate protein. O O 0 stead Wed go into the dining room and Rabbits may be killed for meat thered be the table! No red check- as young as two months of age, but but a wonderful ered cloth today the best age is four to five months fine white cloth with faint flowers at a weight of 5 to 8 pounds. woven in it. Lying on a chair, which was partly behind and partly Dress injured trees with lanolin beside Ma, was our peacock fan. for of wounds. quick healing as as the long o o The fan was about table was wide, and had a leather Baby chicks and hatching eggs loop to hang it up by when it wasnt can be shipped economically by air. over the fan waved Ma o o in use. As the table during dinner, the feathers and locker storfreezing Quick would catch the light and shimmer is the most desirable method of age During food and shine entrancingly. preservation. Flavor and nutriweekdays we had a fan made out tional value is retained. as not part of paper, 0 0 0 grand as our peacock fan. Coma greater return have given Hogs pany and a white tablecloth and per hour of labor in corn belt durwas fan that feather our peacock ing past 10 years than any liveSunday dinner! stock, says Purdue university. (TO BE CONTINUED) Dont Get Out of Trouble; Get Through It Mama struggled for some months getting a helper now and then, never quite caught up; then she collapsed and was sick. Her mother, who is running a boarding house, took little Marylyn for awhile, her sister-in-lawho Is a nurse, put the twins and everybody was somewhere, whetched. Mama, almost In spite of herself, recovered slowly from a case of flu that was very close to pneumonia, gathered the children together, staggered on. Resents Husbands Happiness. But she hates her life and she doesnt care who knows It. She resents her husbands health and independence as he whistles in his shower every morning, comes down to her disorderly kitchen shaved and fresh, goes off to the office in the family car. He has to have the car, for he is a salesman. She loves her children, grudgingly. But she hates the trouble they make, the spilled things and broken things, the whining, the constant cleaning and consoling. They bore No Intelligent woman, she her. says, should be condemned to the company of three babies. She hates to read about movie stars and their triumphs, or fur coats and Jewelled clips. And most of the time she really hates Mart. He isnt at all different from the man she once loved so much, but circumstances are different, and he seems now to be having all the fun and she all the drudgery. A large part of Mamas trouble, and the trouble of thousands of women who are in the same fix, is that they think they console themselves by believing that there is a quick, dramatic way out. Mama broods pver her wrongs and wonders if there Isnt an escape; there simply must be a way of getting more money, more freedom, more glamour and dignity into her life. She would be happier If she accepted once and for all the fact that the way out Is through. She cant dodge around these conditions, or abandon these people who depend A IT AY OUT It's so easy for a woman to feel sorry for herself these Jays. The difficulties that the tear has raised are wearying, and the future doesnt look much brighter. No matter what the burdens, however, any woman can make her lot bearable, if not positively hap-pby going at her problems with determination, instead of trying to go around, or away from them. A young wife and mother is the subject of this article. She has three babies. Her husband is a salesman, lie is active and healthy, while she is often sick. Sometimes she gets so tired of raring for the three little ones that she wishes she could get out of it all some way. She is envious of women with careers, with plenty of money and servants, of women without children. She wants freedom, excitement, dignity. What she is looking for is a quick way to escape from drudgery and boredom. y, to handle the situation, m mAn original little song. . on her; she has to work out her problem on these terms, and take the family with her when she starts toward her goal. Once realizing that, her whole attitude will change. She will begin to plan along quite different lines. She will dramatize the housework, find new ways to make it easier and more fun. She will dramatize the situation of having a small daughter and two baby sons, simplifying their clothing, their meals, inventing short cuts and adaptations. She will see herself in a new light; a woman with a hard A woman who has to make job. that job a sort of daily game, doing everything she can for her children and husband and household, not worrying about what she can't have and hasnt time or energy to do. One Womans Success. Thousands of American women are living gallantly in these changed conditions, thanking God only that the terms of their lives don't compare in hardship to those of women everywhere else. Scores of them have already proved that the way out is the way through, not around their troubles. A sunburned, simple, pretty young mother of four small children has farm some miles down a three-acr- e the highway from where I am writing. On Saturdays and Sundays she and the boys sell tomatoes and peaches, potatoes and corn right at their own gate. The husband and father is away, in the south seas. When he comes back a substantial bank account will be ready for him. Hes always wanted to be a veterinary, the wife told me, but we married young and the babies came fast and he never had a chance. Now we have this little place, and he can take his training and well all help with the animals. This wife was raised in a city orphanage, never saw a growing vegetable until she bought the farm I wish two years ago for $1,400. Mama could meet her. Applesauce Easily Made Apples will retain their best flavor when they are peeled, cored and cooked the shortest possible time in a tightly covered pan with no more water than necessary to prevent scorching. Applesauce can be made by using only a small amount of sugar or a sugar substitute. One-thir- d cup sugar to 1(4 pounds of cut and cored apples yields about one quart of tart sauce to accompany meat. A dessert sauce will need more sweetening, part of which may be honey or syrup. |