My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food and trying to understand what they were talking about. At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to close it, really nice. Regards, Belle

We went on a rare visit to my Dad's parents when I was a child...They had the most amazing thing , called Electricity ! There were light bulbs hanging down on cords in the middle of the room, and when the string was pulled they gave so much light it just about blinded you....In the kitchen was a big white box set up on legs, called a 'fridge' .After dinner the grownups went out to set in the cool shade of the Big Catalpha tree, and we decided we'd look around a bit in the now empty house...Ah, the FRIDGE......Opened the door and stood there enjoying the nice cold air seeping into the room...UH OH! THAT SUCKER STOPPED RUNNING! Now what?....Ah !Theres a button that says 'push to start." Just what we need.....We took turns pushing that butter and praying...all the time having one of the culprits peeking around the door to check on the adults...I mean, if Aunt Pearl even suspected we had broke her fridge.......Nothing on this earth could have saved us from that big laughing woman...We pushed that button, prayed, sweated....and NOTHING HAPPENED ! We looked at each other, carefully closed that door and ran out of that kitchen like our shimmies were on fire! Now came the hardest part...waiting around all afternoon for Aunt Pearl to find out we had broke her 'fridge'....Waited, and waited , and waited.........Then it was time to go home and I just couldn't leave without checking that fridge...Would you believe that sucker was running just fine ? That sure ruined a trip to Mammy and Papa's ....Jeannie T ____________________________________________________________ Diet Help Cheap Diet Help Tips. Click here. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=xEHDg-oPDrFhxnZ5TBXcdQAAJ1CPGLcpVk6nfU7-_QzYU3IqAAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYQAAAAAA=

Your ancestors sure led adventurous lives. Can't you imagine their dismay when they had to use the hams and bacon for fuel? I love reading reprints of diaries, old letters, etc., gives such a great insight into history. Kay In a message dated 01/27/10 19:36:31 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: More from the Lost Wagon Train series: In 1835 Peter and his wife Susannah (another susannah ) had made the long trip overland with their small children from Davidson County,North Carolina,so they could be of tremendous help in organizing the new move of the younger generation .Now they were established in Logan township , near Smithfield ,Pike County , Indiana .Peter was a blacksmith , and there was much to do on the farm as well . The Rickard children went to the little log cabin schoolhouse nearby , where they met the children of Dr. Michael Kime , who had come to Indiana from North Carolina before 1820 . He had donated land for the school and had served on the first board of trustees .In fact , he, along with Rev.C R Johnson and Joseph Woodry,had built the schoolhouse . Enumeration of school children for the year 1842 showed four Kimes, and by 1845 four Rickards had made their appearence. The three oldest sons had worked with their father until it was time for them to go on their own.Casper already had a farm and milling interests before his marriage in 1847 to Catherine Maloy Kime. John Rickard "made two trips... as a pilot on a pork boat" carrying hams and bacon to sell in New Orleans. On the first trip,all went well,and they were back home in two months,but the second one was the last as far as John was concerned.He felt lucky after three months just to get ,even with no profit from the venture .First ,"they were caught in a tornado and almost perished."one very stormy night on their way downstream, "the boat ran into a tree that had been uprooted and fell into the river ." All hands worked frantically to repair the damage and stop the leaks. So much of their firewood was lost overboard that they later had to use many of their hams and sides of bacon as fuel . The ferment of news of the california gold rush had died down somewhat by 1853, but now there was free land to be had in Oregon, just for settling and improving it.The Oregon Donation Land Act offered every man 160 acres,with a additional 160 for his wife.Many of the of the younger men and couples wanted desperately to own their land,but it took some capital for the long journey overland.Single men could hire out to help stock and drive extra wagons, but families had to equip themselves.Household goods ,surplus stock and farming implements,as well as farms,were offered for sale as the excitement to go west grew . Linda,todays installment 0 -- Linda Rogers ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

The only time I remember a outhouse was when my Dad was working on a house.There was a outhouse for us to use . I guess I missed all the good times. Darn Linda,My favorite aunt had a hand pump for water Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: jkaywojack <[email protected]> Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2010 11:29:40 To: <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Life then...and Now Stella, I didn't go through a lot of that, but have heard my mom and dad talk of all those things. Loved to go to my grandmother's and have well water, no inside bathroom. She finally got an electric fridge in the mid 50's, a pump in the kitchen in the late 50's, but never an indoor bathroom. She passed away in the 70's. Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 22:42:21 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, lol. Stella ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I couldn't understand why they called a Philco refrigerator a Frigidaire. Linda,it was sunny and beautiful yesterday ------Original Message------ From: busbys martins Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Life then...and Now Sent: Jan 27, 2010 9:45 AM Kay...we got electricity later too...and a big window fan in the dining room window!!1 Boy was that something in those days. y Mother got her first 'Frigidaire" (thats what they were all called) when I was in the 8th grade! We also got a whole new dining room suit...the pretty early american maple...long table, eight carved chairs, and hutch with ipen top. It was so pretty...probably was Ethan Allen, cause I saw them later. Sometimes in late years, when my first children were teenagers, she gave it away, when we helped her build a small house,that had a living and dining combination room.Life did change for me and for my Mother...after my Dad passed away at age 38. But those early years stay with you. And Mama kept most everything that we had...except the mules, horses, ect, we couldn't handle the big farm after my brother left for the CCC. but she kept a cow to milk until I was about grown. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

More from the Lost Wagon Train series: In 1835 Peter and his wife Susannah (another susannah ) had made the long trip overland with their small children from Davidson County,North Carolina,so they could be of tremendous help in organizing the new move of the younger generation .Now they were established in Logan township , near Smithfield ,Pike County , Indiana .Peter was a blacksmith , and there was much to do on the farm as well . The Rickard children went to the little log cabin schoolhouse nearby , where they met the children of Dr. Michael Kime , who had come to Indiana from North Carolina before 1820 . He had donated land for the school and had served on the first board of trustees .In fact , he, along with Rev.C R Johnson and Joseph Woodry,had built the schoolhouse . Enumeration of school children for the year 1842 showed four Kimes, and by 1845 four Rickards had made their appearence. The three oldest sons had worked with their father until it was time for them to go on their own.Casper already had a farm and milling interests before his marriage in 1847 to Catherine Maloy Kime. John Rickard "made two trips... as a pilot on a pork boat" carrying hams and bacon to sell in New Orleans. On the first trip,all went well,and they were back home in two months,but the second one was the last as far as John was concerned.He felt lucky after three months just to get ,even with no profit from the venture .First ,"they were caught in a tornado and almost perished."one very stormy night on their way downstream, "the boat ran into a tree that had been uprooted and fell into the river ." All hands worked frantically to repair the damage and stop the leaks. So much of their firewood was lost overboard that they later had to use many of their hams and sides of bacon as fuel . The ferment of news of the california gold rush had died down somewhat by 1853, but now there was free land to be had in Oregon, just for settling and improving it.The Oregon Donation Land Act offered every man 160 acres,with a additional 160 for his wife.Many of the of the younger men and couples wanted desperately to own their land,but it took some capital for the long journey overland.Single men could hire out to help stock and drive extra wagons, but families had to equip themselves.Household goods ,surplus stock and farming implements,as well as farms,were offered for sale as the excitement to go west grew . Linda,todays installment 0 -- Linda Rogers

Jeannie, Thanks so much for the compliment, a few folks have said the same thing. I have done some things on branches of the family, not for publication, only for some family members that had expressed an interest. I was a pretty good student, learned quickly and spent a lot of time in the school Library. My English Lit. teacher was also the Head Librarian. One assignment was to do an essay on an inanimate object, object, bring it to life in the first person. We could choose anything we wanted to write about. I chose a ring, an engagement ring that this young man carried around in his pocket until he found the right girl to wear it. I was given first prize in the essay contest and was asked to read it to the audience of school mates at one of our meetings. I had the original copy for a long time but somewhere along the way I lost it. I can remember some of it but not all, it was several pages. Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 8:46 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > What a writer you are! VERY interesting..took me right on down Memory > lane! Jeannie T > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > On Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:55:32 -0800 "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> > writes: > > > > Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of > > the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small > > kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the > > porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to > > put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family > > meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all > > summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam > > and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. > > > ____________________________________________________________ > Small Business Tools > Compete with the big boys. Click here to find products to benefit your business. > http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=B4c8NyOtdMjRIXMI4yxF4AAAJ1BuHtEgYfARCKX2I2eGJBW8AAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARMQAAAAA= > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Air conditioning! I remember getting dressed for Sun school and the sweat would be running down my face, that was in 1961. We got air conditioning sometime in the 60's when I was in college. When my brother and I were very young, we slept in twin beds in the same room. My mom would sit between the beds and fan us until we fell asleep. What a gem, she did so much for us, always putting us ahead of her feelings. Kay In a message dated 01/27/10 11:45:47 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Kay...we got electricity later too...and a big window fan in the dining room window!!1 Boy was that something in those days. y Mother got her first 'Frigidaire" (thats what they were all called) when I was in the 8th grade! We also got a whole new dining room suit...the pretty early american maple...long table, eight carved chairs, and hutch with ipen top. It was so pretty...probably was Ethan Allen, cause I saw them later. Sometimes in late years, when my first children were teenagers, she gave it away, when we helped her build a small house,that had a living and dining combination room.Life did change for me and for my Mother...after my Dad passed away at age 38. But those early years stay with you. And Mama kept most everything that we had...except the mules, horses, ect, we couldn't handle the big farm after my brother left for the CCC. but she kept a cow to milk until I was about grown. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Kay...we got electricity later too...and a big window fan in the dining room window!!1 Boy was that something in those days. y Mother got her first 'Frigidaire" (thats what they were all called) when I was in the 8th grade! We also got a whole new dining room suit...the pretty early american maple...long table, eight carved chairs, and hutch with ipen top. It was so pretty...probably was Ethan Allen, cause I saw them later. Sometimes in late years, when my first children were teenagers, she gave it away, when we helped her build a small house,that had a living and dining combination room.Life did change for me and for my Mother...after my Dad passed away at age 38. But those early years stay with you. And Mama kept most everything that we had...except the mules, horses, ect, we couldn't handle the big farm after my brother left for the CCC. but she kept a cow to milk until I was about grown.

Stella, I didn't go through a lot of that, but have heard my mom and dad talk of all those things. Loved to go to my grandmother's and have well water, no inside bathroom. She finally got an electric fridge in the mid 50's, a pump in the kitchen in the late 50's, but never an indoor bathroom. She passed away in the 70's. Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 22:42:21 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, lol. Stella ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thanks, I will look them up. Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 22:02:25 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Yes Kay I have more to post abt them.No this is not the Donner party . This group in the pages the historical society sent me was also known as the Rickhard Family Wagon train .If you are interested check it out on Google . Linda,the Donner party didn't all die at Donner Pass ,that's why there is so many insenuations abt them .I met a James Donner that was a descendant On Tue, Jan 26, 2010 at 7:46 PM, jkaywojack <[email protected]> wrote: > Was this part of the group that died in Donner's Pass? I can't figure out > which Lost Wagon train this is. Do you have any other details? Kay > > > > In a message dated 01/26/10 19:27:49 Central Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > This is from some papers that a Oregon historical society sent me .These > are folks on the Lost Wagon train that narrated this .Some are my ancestors > and some our related to my ancestors and some are just folks on the wagon > train .I hope you find this as interesting as I did . > There was air of excitement in the Peter Rickard Household as a > part of the family made final preparations for their departure the next day > for OR.Three little grandsons,John Henry 5,Samuel 3 and Jasper 2,raced > around , getting underfoot until their mother , Cathrine ( Kime ) Rickhard > , wife of Casper ,the oldest Rickhard son , managed to settle them down for > a nap .She said she was glad she was not pregnant ,as traveling with those > three would be to hard . She wouldn't go if she were .Her sister Susannah > agreed ,glad her little Delphina was still a babe in arms. She > unconsciously > tucked her crippled hand under her apron .Although it was unsightly,she > could make good use of it.The badly burned hand had been bond up,and the > skin on the fingers had grown together . The young women had been busy all > winter,planningjust what theywould need to eat and to use,not only on the > long trip across the plains,but getting settled after they reached Oregon . > At the same time the men of the family were gathered around the forge > in the shop checking for the last time the wagons and gear.Peter was > assured > that his three grown sons ,Casper,John and Andrew were ready to go.Picking > up the lantern, they returned to the house for their last night together . > > Linda ,to continue .Just this much is something to think abt. > -- > Linda Rogers > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Linda Rogers ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Miss Stella , your childhood sounds like the "Waltons".I used to watch that show and think how lucky they all where. Linda Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] (busbys martins) Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 22:42:06 To: <[email protected]> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Life then...and Now Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, lol. Stella ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

What a writer you are! VERY interesting..took me right on down Memory lane! Jeannie T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:55:32 -0800 "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> writes: > > Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of > the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small > kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the > porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to > put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family > meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all > summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam > and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. > ____________________________________________________________ Small Business Tools Compete with the big boys. Click here to find products to benefit your business. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=B4c8NyOtdMjRIXMI4yxF4AAAJ1BuHtEgYfARCKX2I2eGJBW8AAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARMQAAAAA=

Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, lol. Stella

Farm life was certainly hard. We so often talk of the "good old days", but I don't think I could survive, at least not at my age, not sure I could have done it even when I was young. Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 00:54:58 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. They made chow-chow, bread and butter pickles, spiced peaches, green tomato pickle and watermelon rind pickle. This is my favorite. They would can beans, corn, tomatoes, beets (some made into pickles). Usually in January, a cld month, there would be "hog killing" time. Then the room/porch would be busy with preparing the meat for the smokhouse, making sausage, etc. They would let me make the patties and put them in the large iron skillets to fry.When they were done they were put into glass jars and the grease poured in until they were covered. Then the jars would be capped and turned upside down so the grease would act as a sealer. Meanwhile the fat that had been cut away from the meat was in a big iron pot outside, cooking/rendering the fat into 'cracklins' and the pure lard we would be using to fry chicken , make biscuits and pie crusts in the coming months. There was a small pantry between the kitchen and dining room where the cooks kep flour, cornmeal, sugar, coffee beans. The shelves held all kinds of stuff. The bread tray inwhich the biscuits were made was always on the counter, rolling pin handy.The coffee grinder was just inside the pantry door.Coffee was made in a big enamelpot on the big wood stove before anything else was put on it to cook. We had one of those 'flip' waffle irons that fit the hole in the stove. I think my brother has it now, stuffed away. Belle ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Was this part of the group that died in Donner's Pass? I can't figure out which Lost Wagon train this is. Do you have any other details? Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 19:27:49 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: This is from some papers that a Oregon historical society sent me .These are folks on the Lost Wagon train that narrated this .Some are my ancestors and some our related to my ancestors and some are just folks on the wagon train .I hope you find this as interesting as I did . There was air of excitement in the Peter Rickard Household as a part of the family made final preparations for their departure the next day for OR.Three little grandsons,John Henry 5,Samuel 3 and Jasper 2,raced around , getting underfoot until their mother , Cathrine ( Kime ) Rickhard , wife of Casper ,the oldest Rickhard son , managed to settle them down for a nap .She said she was glad she was not pregnant ,as traveling with those three would be to hard . She wouldn't go if she were .Her sister Susannah agreed ,glad her little Delphina was still a babe in arms. She unconsciously tucked her crippled hand under her apron .Although it was unsightly,she could make good use of it.The badly burned hand had been bond up,and the skin on the fingers had grown together . The young women had been busy all winter,planningjust what theywould need to eat and to use,not only on the long trip across the plains,but getting settled after they reached Oregon . At the same time the men of the family were gathered around the forge in the shop checking for the last time the wagons and gear.Peter was assured that his three grown sons ,Casper,John and Andrew were ready to go.Picking up the lantern, they returned to the house for their last night together . Linda ,to continue .Just this much is something to think abt. -- Linda Rogers ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Belle...you did better than I did...by using expression "Flip it over' I think Linda can understand that better than I said it sits on the stove. Mine that I had in my house one time...had a long handle...larger than our iron skillets have. And the handle was on both sides (top and bottom) So, when it was filled, and closed and one side cooked...you used a pot holder and with both hands on the handles...just turn it over and set it on the stove to cook that side. It couldn't spill, or loosen, because you had both hands on the closed handles...does any of this make sense? I think you have all seen the long handled cookers for an open fire outside? They open with both sides being the same too. My spelling looks so bad on that post, now that I see it.When I hit wrong key on this web...I can correct it but the first thing is what comes out. Oh well...S.

Miss Belle,I don't recall the waffle iron you spoke of.My mom had a elec. One .I'm just curious how your waffle iron worked?Forgive me for being so nosey. Linda Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:55:32 To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. They made chow-chow, bread and butter pickles, spiced peaches, green tomato pickle and watermelon rind pickle. This is my favorite. They would can beans, corn, tomatoes, beets (some made into pickles). Usually in January, a cld month, there would be "hog killing" time. Then the room/porch would be busy with preparing the meat for the smokhouse, making sausage, etc. They would let me make the patties and put them in the large iron skillets to fry.When they were done they were put into glass jars and the grease poured in until they were covered. Then the jars would be capped and turned upside down so the grease would act as a sealer. Meanwhile the fat that had been cut away from the meat was in a big iron pot outside, cooking/rendering the fat into 'cracklins' and the pure lard we would be using to fry chicken , make biscuits and pie crusts in the coming months. There was a small pantry between the kitchen and dining room where the cooks kep flour, cornmeal, sugar, coffee beans. The shelves held all kinds of stuff. The bread tray inwhich the biscuits were made was always on the counter, rolling pin handy.The coffee grinder was just inside the pantry door.Coffee was made in a big enamelpot on the big wood stove before anything else was put on it to cook. We had one of those 'flip' waffle irons that fit the hole in the stove. I think my brother has it now, stuffed away. Belle ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Yes Kay I have more to post abt them.No this is not the Donner party . This group in the pages the historical society sent me was also known as the Rickhard Family Wagon train .If you are interested check it out on Google . Linda,the Donner party didn't all die at Donner Pass ,that's why there is so many insenuations abt them .I met a James Donner that was a descendant On Tue, Jan 26, 2010 at 7:46 PM, jkaywojack <[email protected]> wrote: > Was this part of the group that died in Donner's Pass? I can't figure out > which Lost Wagon train this is. Do you have any other details? Kay > > > > In a message dated 01/26/10 19:27:49 Central Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > This is from some papers that a Oregon historical society sent me .These > are folks on the Lost Wagon train that narrated this .Some are my ancestors > and some our related to my ancestors and some are just folks on the wagon > train .I hope you find this as interesting as I did . > There was air of excitement in the Peter Rickard Household as a > part of the family made final preparations for their departure the next day > for OR.Three little grandsons,John Henry 5,Samuel 3 and Jasper 2,raced > around , getting underfoot until their mother , Cathrine ( Kime ) Rickhard > , wife of Casper ,the oldest Rickhard son , managed to settle them down for > a nap .She said she was glad she was not pregnant ,as traveling with those > three would be to hard . She wouldn't go if she were .Her sister Susannah > agreed ,glad her little Delphina was still a babe in arms. She > unconsciously > tucked her crippled hand under her apron .Although it was unsightly,she > could make good use of it.The badly burned hand had been bond up,and the > skin on the fingers had grown together . The young women had been busy all > winter,planningjust what theywould need to eat and to use,not only on the > long trip across the plains,but getting settled after they reached Oregon . > At the same time the men of the family were gathered around the forge > in the shop checking for the last time the wagons and gear.Peter was > assured > that his three grown sons ,Casper,John and Andrew were ready to go.Picking > up the lantern, they returned to the house for their last night together . > > Linda ,to continue .Just this much is something to think abt. > -- > Linda Rogers > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Linda Rogers

This is from some papers that a Oregon historical society sent me .These are folks on the Lost Wagon train that narrated this .Some are my ancestors and some our related to my ancestors and some are just folks on the wagon train .I hope you find this as interesting as I did . There was air of excitement in the Peter Rickard Household as a part of the family made final preparations for their departure the next day for OR.Three little grandsons,John Henry 5,Samuel 3 and Jasper 2,raced around , getting underfoot until their mother , Cathrine ( Kime ) Rickhard , wife of Casper ,the oldest Rickhard son , managed to settle them down for a nap .She said she was glad she was not pregnant ,as traveling with those three would be to hard . She wouldn't go if she were .Her sister Susannah agreed ,glad her little Delphina was still a babe in arms. She unconsciously tucked her crippled hand under her apron .Although it was unsightly,she could make good use of it.The badly burned hand had been bond up,and the skin on the fingers had grown together . The young women had been busy all winter,planningjust what theywould need to eat and to use,not only on the long trip across the plains,but getting settled after they reached Oregon . At the same time the men of the family were gathered around the forge in the shop checking for the last time the wagons and gear.Peter was assured that his three grown sons ,Casper,John and Andrew were ready to go.Picking up the lantern, they returned to the house for their last night together . Linda ,to continue .Just this much is something to think abt. -- Linda Rogers