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Thursday, December 14, 1944 THE hW Count V-- H' THE STORY THUS FAR: Amot Croy, had lerved in the Civil War as a sergeant, was one of the covered wagon pioneers from Ohio, who settled on homestead land near Marysvllle, Missouri. There be met and won Susan Sewell, a daughter of another settler, who lived twelve miles away. Their early years were spent in building the farm from the ground up, one-roolog borne, sod barn, new orchard, well and outbuildings. Roads were never considered by the original settlers, but new arrivals insisted, so community roads and a school was added to the community. Some still went to town by way of the trails. It was shorter to cut through over the farms than go by the road. Who CHAPTER II With a baby coming, a come would not do, so Uncle Jim and Uncle 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 few years ago, when I went back and found the room was being used as a henhouse. I find myself hesitating to mention the year, because it all seems so learfully long ago. It wasn't. You'd bo 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 WtallrinM In t a anil T r rr a A 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 bad bored an auger hole so that when my mother scrubbed, the water would drain off. I would try to look through the bole and. would wonder what was on the other side. And I always have wondered what was on the other side. And now a confused memory, one quite a bit more involved. It was that something dreadful was happening. And indeed it was. My father came riding one of the plow horses in from the field at a gallop and leaped off, opened the gate, and let them go in the barn lot with the bar ness on. Then he came running to the house and we all got into the cyclone cave and sat wrapped in quilts. Now and then Pa would lift up the doors and look out. When we finally came out, the barn had been Wown away and one of the horses killed. So destructive are the cyclones of this section, and so sharp ly defined are they, that this one had swept through the orchard my father and mother had set out, and had mowed half of it down and left the other standing. And there it was, all my early days, the half' down half-u- p orchard, the scarred and twisted trees. My mother used to talk about "her" orchard. When she wanted to rest she would take her chair with the leather bottom Ja had woven and go out and sit tinder one or tne trees. The Se wells made another run and the barn was rebuilt I remember (another trifling flash) sitting on a joist and watching Uncle Sewell mortise a hole.-- . I developed a deep affection for that barn, for barns do things to you. I do not remember my first day at Knabb School, except the dis-- . grace I got into. But I can still see the gchoolhouse. That, however, ii easy for it is still much as It was tncn. I've often read of "the little red schoolhouse," but I never saw one. In our section, all country schoolhoutes were white, and for that matter, they still are. There It was a coal house in the yard, an iron pump, a cyclone cave, and. i at the back of the lot, two small s in the structures with sides. Two or three horses would for the be tied to hitching-post- s scholars who lived too far away, or were too small to walk. When it i was time for school to take up, the teacher came to the door and rang a hand bell and that was the end of it school The only difference In house between my day and now is that someone, with advanced ideas on education and eyestrain, decided that all light should come from the f south, so the north windows were closed up. The children seem a bit one-roo- I tVl ' 9 ... ; i S blinky-eye- Horses sUU Bell Syndicate. for I hated to work. We'd get our stools down from the cracks in the fence and it wouldn't be long before there would be the sound of milk pinging. Pa's would be com ing very fast Ma'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 I'd take the next heaviest, and Ma the lightest, and we'd start for the house and breakfast, me a bit ahead now. Says:v Jumper Frock a Figure Flatterer -- nam' WNU Features. 8712 ifr art msmjismmf IMS v v 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 grease the "hack," and I would 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 We'd hear Pa splashing call. ; ' around, and afterwhile he'd come with his suspenders hanging down and walking on his toes so as not to spot the floor, and call, "Homer!" 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. Pa 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. They'd 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 01 the neighbors didn't go to church al all. Ma always dropped her voice when she spoke to them, and Pa would say, "They'll pay for it some time." 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 6 the big boys would carve their initials, but it was pretty well under stood they were going to hell. Some times I'd feel sorry for them; then I'd think the fools deserved it The preacher would drone along, now and then giving the Bible a whack. Now and then a mud-dauer would follow him; but the eyes ol Be was on his way to feed the hogs. name of the new people. If the man was a tenant, the situation was about hopeless. Life was hard during the week. But what a wonderful day Sunday was! We got up the same time as usual. But there was a different tempo. Pa got up more leisurely, and started the fire in the kitchen stove. Pa would pump a bucket of water for Ma, start the kitchen stove going, then start for the bam lot As I lay in bed, or dressed, I could follow his progress by the sounds. First there would be the creaking of the barn door and a whinny of welcome from the horses, then a stallkicking, so eager were they to be fed. The sound of Pa scooping up the corn, then the shutting of the barn door; this meant he was on the way to feed the hogs. There would be dreadful uproar as the hogs saw him coming. The nearer he got, the worse the noise; the sound of the hogs fighting among themselves. Abruptly the uproar would die away and peace and contentment would descend upon the hog lot: the hogs were feeding. He would go to the steer yard and there would, be. the sound of corncobs snapping as the steers fol lowed him. Then the sound of corn being poured into the troughs and the soft thud of the cattle as they bumped sides crowding up to the troughs. Now and then a steer would give a grunt; that meant one steer had chugged another with his head. With the horses and steers fed. Pa would unhook the windmill. There would be a sharp clang as the gears meshed, then a whirring as the wind laid hold of the blades. Then I could hear him coming to the house; no time for lazing now, and I would spring into my pants. Pa didn't think much of anybody who couldn't get dressed by the time the stock was fed. My mother would be up, putting corncobs and coal into the kitchen range. By that time Pa would be at the kitchen door. No one In our house ever said good morning. But Pa would say: "Susan, we've got a dead pig." Mother would say, "One of the strong ones?" "No. Old Blackie's titman." Then a feeling of relief. We'd take our buckets and start for the cow lot Pa and Ma walking chomp at the hitch ahead, and me bringing up the rear, 'half-moon- Grace and Dignity in This Dress When Sweethearts Are Wives . ' Kathleen Norris W.N.U.SI rack 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 all sorts of fancy devices, but I suspect the hjg boys aon't 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 waiting, and taunted me until I felt I was disgraced for life. I think it was the first time I realized the world 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 Trullinger farm. It took a long time to call a place by the :--r PAGE SEVEN NEPHI, UTAH TIMES-NEW- the men or the women wouldn't; not of the girls. Sometimes two mud- daubers 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. It'd make the boys snort No amount of whacks would do any good. A little girl would lean over and whisper into her mother's ear, and the mother would get up, leading the little girl by the hand, and the two would tiptoe out As the mother passed the windows outside, she would stoop. Then we'd 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. I'd help, too; no hanging back now, and we'd lead the horses to the tank by the windmill while Pa and the company talked crops. Pa would say, "What do you figure your oats'U run?" When the women heard us, they'd all come to the door and say they'd about decided we weren't hungry, then we'd say we thought we'd eat a bite to keep on the good side of the cook. We'd go into the dining room and there'd be the table! No red check ered cloth today but a wonderful fine white cloth with faint flowers woven in It Lying on a chair. which was partly behind and partly beside Ma, was our peacock fan The fan was about as long as the table was wide, and had a leather loop to hang it up by when it wasn't in use. As Ma waved the fan over the table during dinner, the feathers would catch the light and shimmer and shine, entrancingly. During weekdays we had a fan made out of paper, not part as grand as our peacock fan. Com pany and a white tablecloth and I I I I J(l W- iJVJf f Jzjy ti jrfJi. ' 1 SSVV" frVJ jPlVGr 0! , JtX I ill' yWw ttt Y7f 'J 'if ' ' Jy poooa .If ? t' fi I 4l4 i I I L;4nTi7-869-M 3 VI all! " writes Mary Purvis from New York City. "She's a sweetheart, expecting flowers, entertainment, night - clubs, fun when he gets leave, and moping about idly when he is away. She gravitates from feverish excitement and gaiety to deep depression, driving her father and me almost out of our senses. "Harwood, the young husband, is 22; Betsy is 19. Of course they were too young to marry, but they were very much in love, and my husband courtand I, after only a ship, which to them seemed a long time, gave our consent "Two weeks after their pretty country wedding, Harwood, who is in the Merchant Marine, went away; presently he was back, and Betsy stopped crying and was suddenly all for dances, movies, parties, the old girlhood and engagement days routine. No talk naturally of home or cooking or hospitality or the hope of children. They knew they couldn't have those things yet. "Every leave since then has been the same. Wild laughter, new frocks, new friends, drinking, dancing, wasting money, coming in late and breakfasting at 11 or 12 the next day, and always the excuse that Harwood may not come back from the next trip, and they must have fun while they can. "Lately, during the last month or two, there have been quarrels, and Betsy is moody and unreasonable when Harwood is here, and heart when he broken with goes. The whole thing is as un natural and unsatisfying as it can be. My husband and I worry our selves sick about it Betsy is our only child, she has never had any home duties, being busy with school and social engagements, and while she sometimes works fitfully with the Red Cross, it is not with any in terest or enthusiasm. Week after week goes by; her young life is wasting away, and yet she has no home or husband, none of the nor mal activities that knit young mates together and build for them a real future as man and wife. don't think that our pushing her out to establish a little place of her own would help; do you think that it would?" two-mont- The answer is, no, I don't Your trouble, Mary, is one that touches us all. You are trying to rationalize and make reasonable conditions that are basically abnormal. War is un fair to everyone, but it is especial ly unfair to young women. If girls stay home in inland towns and all the men go away to war. that's hard on the girls. If girls fall in love and wisely refrain from consenting even to an engagement until the war Is over, that's equally hard. If a girl announces her engagement and the man goes away that means that both man and girl have to be faithful to a memory that fades faster and faster until they almost feel themselves strangers. If there is a war wedding, and then separation, the conditions described by Mary Purvis' letter prevail, the little bride la lonely and unoccupied, and the few glimpses STRESS OF WAR There is no use pretending that life can be lived in the usual pattern during a great war. The stresses and dislocations are especially hard for young women to endure, whether they marry or stay single for the duration. Betsy is only 19. She has always had things pretty much her own way, both at school and at home. She had no particular responsibilities. Social activities and a little Red Cross work filled her days. After a courtship of only two months, she and Harwood were married. He is only 22, but because they were so obviously and intensely in love, Betsy's parents consented. Soon after the wedding, Harwood was called to duty. He comes in on brief leaves every few weeks. The short meetings are emo- tional storms for the young couple. Betsy wants to rush about to dances and parties. She expects the exciting whirlwind of gay experiences she enjoyed as an engaged girl. Lately Betsy and Harwood quarreled on inconsequential matters. When he have goes away again, she is moody and she has of her husband are times of feverish emotion almost as upsetting as the solitary waiting Is. And if there is a wedding and prospects presently of a baby, then an almost sadder situation arises, for through all the wonderful first months and perhaps years of that baby's life, he doesn't get what ev ery baby should have, his father's as well as his mother's love and care and the young mother carries her responsibility alone. all So it's a bad arrangement 'round, for young women, girls, and everyone. But we can draw good out of this bad by holding before these bewildered war brides an ex ample of faithfulness on our own part of sturdy belief in the bright er future, by setting up a high ideal of service and goodness in home life. Paint for Betsy's consideration a picture of the little home she will have, of the peace and quiet of her duUes and responsi bilities, Joys and privileges there. Remind her continually that when Harwood comes home he and she must start almost as if they were strangers, learning to know each other, building their early passionate young love into true married trust and devotion, setting their whole young crowd an example. A strange truth that It is hard for these young persons to accept is that fine persons. any two really equipped with a sense of humor as well as personal courage, can work out a successful marriage. That all husbands have faults, and one man is as hard to live with as another. That all wives have failings too, and can at moments seem difficult and unreasonable. That time and love solve these problems and turn even the most unpromising beginnings into true marriages. SMALL FISII favorite way to cook steaks or fillets and small fish that have been split down the back Is Dip them in cold water, then roll In a mixture prepared by combin cup each of flour and ing one-hacorn meal and 1 tablespoon of salt. Heat 3 or 4 .tablespoons of fat In heavy skillet until it Just begins to smoke. Place the fish In the pan and brown on both sides. Cover the pan and cook slowly. Ten minutes should be sufficient for fillets cut inch thick. about one-haA pan-fryin- lf Learning to know each other. lf I SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. South Well, St. Chicago Enclose 25 cents in coins for each "0 1 A $ I - Pattern No .-L-' 36-5- By KATHLEEN NORRIS D AUGHT 'TV fY I eight months mar- 1 ried isn't a wife at required in tilling orders tor a few of ,he most pop"1" pattern numbers. I i f I 1l I "P "J teSP.R I t Harwood. who it in the mfthant marine, went away; presently he toas back, and Betsy stopped crying and was suddenly all for dunces, movies, parties, the old girlhood and engagement days routine. our peacock feather fan that was Sunday dinner! 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