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Comments: My dear wonderful SOC friends: I am scheduled for surgery Thursday, June 26th 7:15 am at Presbyterian Hospital Dallas on Walnut Hill. I believe in the power of prayer so I am now requesting prayers specifically for the pathologists to have a very clear reading before doing the surgery (which was not determined during biopsy). I have had God’s peace from the very beginning…… the peace that only our Heavenly Father can give us. My brother, Rob, will come the first week of my surgery and visit with mother while I cannot. I will not be able to go back to work or drive for 3 weeks. Also please pray for my mother to have good health and spirits for the next three weeks during my recovery.
Comments: Those of you who do not do FB ...Mary Kay from '64 has had surgery and recovering well with excellent path report. Now, Peaches is scheduled for surgery and a pathology report soon. They both need your support and prayers during this time.
Comments: The SOC Class of 64 Reunion Committee is busy planning our 50th reunion. We have a long list of missing bears. I know that not all classmates will attend the reunion but they should all be invited. Please go to SOC64.COM, click on the "Missing Bears" link, and let me know if you know anything about any of our lost classmates. I appreciate your help. AS A REMINDER: Members of the class of 63 are invited to our reunion. Info is on the SOC64.COM website.
Comments: Well, the Family Reunion was wonderful. As I thought, we only had 50 people this year. But we got to visit with each other more. Really good homemade food. However, the trip back was a little hairy. About 20 miles from home, just outside of Terrell, a hose to the transmission blew and we had to call AAA for a tow and my brother to come pick us up. But everything worked out okay, the tow truck and my brother showed up at the same time. Fortunately, the transmission is okay and only cost $110 to fix it. I really hate cell phones, but in case of emergency I am so thankful we had one.
Comments: Charlotte, I made a mistake. The corn cob stove and the wood stove was one big stove with two ovens on top of each other. The top oven burned the corn cobs. it made me sad when we went back to South Dakota a few years ago and saw what had happened to the pristine farm towns with their beautiful churches. The farms were deserted and the towns were like ghost towns. These towns and farms had been so vital and active in the fifties. It was disturbing because our grandparents sacrificed so much and worked so hard to keep these farms going especially during the depression.
Comments: Charlotte, We burned old corn cobs in the stove. The corn was fed to the pigs and what was left of the cob was burned in the kitchen stove. It was like burning wood in the stove, but it was corn cobs instead. She also had another stove in the kitchen that burned wood. There were burners on top of that heavy,old stove. My grandmother was an excellent cook. She would make tons of prune kolaches in that primitive kitchen with no running water. We had to pump water into buckets and bring the buckets of water into the kitchen. I wish you could see that kitchen and compare it with todays modern kitchen.
Comments: Kathleen, describe a corn cob stove....do you mean she burned corn cobs in it? I love all these stories. Brings back so many wonderful memories from visiting with my grand mother. My family was musical too......Mandolins, banjos, guitar, fiddle, piano, beautiful voices and so forth. I just love going to the music gatherings at my dad's cousin's house.
Comments: I remember my grandmas cooking.a tin can full of lard on the stove.grandma could swing two chickens at a time.I hated the smell of defeathering those chickens in a hot pot of water. She always had melorine in the freezer and the Manor bread truck came twice a week to the farm. wonderful country food. And she always said Danny please eat some more. I got to 6 ft 2 inches with all that home made food.Miss her so much after a life time ago.
Comments: A little late for this conversation, but I used to go with my great uncle who lived by White Rock lake and we hunted squirrels in the land behind the old water plant. This was in early 50s. We skinned and ate, never really liked squirrel. We also shot ducks there in the fall.
Comments: I remember Mrs. Stanley, my first grade teacher at Lisbon, making butter in class. We put cream in a jar and shook it while saying, "Come, butter, come. Jack is at the garden gate, waiting for his butter cake. Come, butter, come." I recall it was delicious.
Comments: I don't know why my name didn't post on the last posting, but it is mine.
Comments: I loved visiting my grandmother's farm in Tabor, South Dakota. It was a beautiful place on the Missouri River, with rolling hills. It must have been the quietest place on earth. She had a well, a basement, an outhouse, no electricity and a corn cob stove in the kitchen. The weather was cool so lots of berries grew in the garden and we often picked cherries from the cherry tree and made cobbler. My granddmother liked to can fruits and vegetables. She even canned beef in Mason jars. The beef was like stew meat marinated. She stored everything in the basement under the kitchen. (kind of like a freezer). The basement served as a storm cellar. The old farm house had an attic with secret rooms. Everyone in the family was musical and played an accordian or some kind of musical instrument. I loved playing the old pump organ in the bedroom. My grandmother was a cousin to Lawrence Welk's wife. My mother babyset their children when he first was getting started on the local radio station in Yankton, S. Dakota. My brother and I had a wonderful time on that old farm which now belongs to the Menonights whose farm bordered my grandmothers.
Comments: Mike, you are so funny. Yes, there is a way to delete. Maybe you should slip the Administrator a few bills under the table. ![[rofl]](/images/boards/smilies/rofl.gif "Rofl - :lol:") Are any of you going to the '64 50th? I'm about to sign-up.
Comments: Good Gosh! Is there no way to delete anything off this guestbook--I can't correct my mistakes!
Comments: Sorry about posting twice--I hit the wrong key too many times
Comments: Sorry about posting twice--I hit the wrong key too many times
Comments: One other funny thing I will tell you. My great uncle, John Fain McLure, lived on the farm next to great Grandpa. A truck came by every 2 weeks selling what they couldn't grow or kill (salt,sugar,etc.)driver would buy rabbits for50 cnts. Must be skinned cleaned but had to leave 1 foot on rabbit to prove you were not selling him a cat. LOL.They were kind of like koreans, eat anything with 4 legs except a table & anything that flies except an airplane.In high school, I took Glen Starnes with me to S. Arkansas. You can ask Glen how it was there.
Comments: One other funny thing I will tell you. My great uncle, John Fain McLure, lived on the farm next to great Grandpa. A truck came by every 2 weeks selling what they couldn't grow or kill (salt,sugar,etc.)driver would buy rabbits for50 cnts. Must be skinned cleaned but had to leave 1 foot on rabbit to prove you were not selling him a cat. LOL.They were kind of like koreans, eat anything with 4 legs except a table & anything that flies except an airplane.In high school, I took Glen Starnes with me to S. Arkansas. You can ask Glen how it was there.
Comments: Peaches, will do. Thank you for letting us know. Doug, Very humorous!! Did she say she recited it while she churned?
Comments: With this talk of churning butter, I will contribute a poem my mother, (who churned butter when growing up on a farm in the very early 1900s), taught me, -- Mrs. Hiram Gooser's heart with righteous anger burned; For an hour and a half by the kitchen clock she churned and churned and churned. Hiram then came in the door,- " Why what a burning shame !! Why don't you call the goat ?!! he said. She did, and the butt-er came .
Comments: Danny Green called me this morning early. His mother had a stroke and is not expected to live. She is 99 years old and lived on her own until recently. No matter how long we have our mothers or how old they are it still HURTS deeply to lose them. Please pray for Danny now as he is grieving.
Comments: Hi Sharon, At on time my father's family lived in Van Zant near Canton. In fact one uncle married a girl from Canton after WWII and his college. Her maiden name was Ward. That aunt died two years ago at 92 years old. All my aunts and uncles and my parents are gone now. When my last Aunt died I felt that the very last person that loved me just for being, had left this earth. It was a lonely feeling. I hope y'all have a great time. Is it indoors??? Hope so. Too bad the younger people can't be bothered....that is a sign of this century I'm afraid. I was surrounded by many cousins and aunts and uncles from both sides too. I spent many summers with them and they loved to come to Big D. I saw them often. However, now we are all spread out and it is harder to see each other than when we were children. But, we do try!
Comments: Charlotte, I remember churning butter one time at my aunt's house in Ben Wheeler, TX, and thought it was really hard work, and then the butter wasn't even yellow! My mom's family reunion is this Saturday in Canton and we are really looking forward to it. She only has a younger brother (91) and sister (89) left so the crowds are becoming less and less. But we still have some great homemade food and enjoy visiting with our cousins. Of course, there are very few young ones any more. This generation is too preoccupied with themselves to want to learn anything from us old fogies! I had so many uncles, aunts and cousins growing up that I could stay in East Texas all summer going from one group to another. Great times.
Comments: Mike, One set of my grandparents lived and worked the land. Their "outhouse" was a little more private then yours was, but was still an outhouse. My tiny grandmother washed her clothes in an iron pot over a fire and made her own soap. She cooked over a wood burning stove and made her own butter..I even remember churning. She was a wonderful cook. We had clear cool well water. The well was conveniently located on the back porch. I don't remember when they got electricity, but even afterwards still had a real icebox with blocks of ice and a pie safe to store food and keep the flys away. There were chamber pots in the bedrooms under the beds. And, wonderful feather beds made from their own chicken and duck feathers that were saved after wringing the animal's necks. This life was hard. My grandfather died of lung cancer when I was only two. Therefore, I mostly remember only my grandmother toiling. She was a tiny, precious, educated woman who loved and married farmer...all 5 of her children went to college and 2 of them had masters degrees. Continued
Comments: Mike, I enjoyed reading about your illustrious life. It strikes me that you and your grandfather must have been very poor to eat some of the food you said you ate and the jobs you did. From someone who has always been protected and sheltered all her life, it was interesting to see how some children have to live. I am sure that your relatives loved you just as much as mine loved me. It seems like you learned a lot from them.
Comments: Charlotte & Kathleen, 1 other thing I will tell you, probably shouldn't but I will. My 1st. job everyday, upon arriving at the drive-in movie at about 6pm (long before movie started) was to walk the last 5 or 6 rows at the back of movie property & pick up speakers thrown on ground & put them back on post & pick up used condoms thrown out of car windows & put them in sack to go to the trash. Not really a job for a 9 yr. old but someone had to do it.
Comments: Charlotte & Kathleen, my great grandfather lived on a farm outside of Crossett, Arkansas in the early 1950s. Plowed with mules, no outdoor johnny, just a board nailed between 2 trees & last yrs phone book for toilet paper-didn't have phone--we brought them the phonebook. . no airconditioning, no tv, well water. milked cows & butchered hogs at hog killin time(fall). I have eaten squirrel, possum, coon, rattlesnake steak, everything except skunk & wood rats. anything not fast enough to get away was fair game.they killed deer out of season but everything killed got eaten. great blueberry cobbler real butter--cooked on wood burning stove.I could hitch up a team of mules & i think i still can--looking back, it was fun.
Comments: Mike, Did you get a chance to do your homework etc! Not a fun life for a 4th grader I know. Kathleen, I have had fried squirrel and squirrel stew...both good. Never known anyone to eat possum.
Comments: Mike , What does possum and fried squirrel taste like? Do you recommend eating them?
Comments: Charlotte, my job, as a 4th grader, was to sit in the car beside the consession stand and watch my 2 yr. old twin half brother and sister. Yes,I saw all the old movies, 3 nights in a row for each movie. One of my favorites was "High Noon" with Gary Cooper--still one of my favorites. Also "Americano" with Glen Ford and " Red Sundown". |
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