I'm new here, just joined this month. I was very surprised to find my Mother's interview with JoAnne Hanson-Stone, along with the other ladies of the Brimson-Toimi community, included in June Pelo's article. Stunned is more like it. I have a copy of the recorded interview and it's strange to hear her voice again.
Now so much older (61), I realize that I grew up with history all around me. I remember making hay with a horse and wagon, using pitchforks and wooden rakes to pick up any missed hay. We rode the wagon to stomp the hay down into the corners to get a tight load so it would lift well into the hayloft. I remember the outhouse with old calendars on the walls, and the outdoors pump that would freeze because my grandparents never did get running water.
I remember helping to saw, stack, and haul firewood for the kitchen range and the 'big stove' in the living room. Filling the woodboxes was a big deal and provided such a feeling of a job well done. There were ducts in the ceiling to allow the heat into the upstairs rooms at night. Grandma told me of her first winter there when the floor was just packed dirt and of how very cold her feet were, how she would rub her feet together while she was standing at the woodstove.
Just a few of my memories of being at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Arlis J.
Now so much older (61), I realize that I grew up with history all around me. I remember making hay with a horse and wagon, using pitchforks and wooden rakes to pick up any missed hay. We rode the wagon to stomp the hay down into the corners to get a tight load so it would lift well into the hayloft. I remember the outhouse with old calendars on the walls, and the outdoors pump that would freeze because my grandparents never did get running water.
I remember helping to saw, stack, and haul firewood for the kitchen range and the 'big stove' in the living room. Filling the woodboxes was a big deal and provided such a feeling of a job well done. There were ducts in the ceiling to allow the heat into the upstairs rooms at night. Grandma told me of her first winter there when the floor was just packed dirt and of how very cold her feet were, how she would rub her feet together while she was standing at the woodstove.
Just a few of my memories of being at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Arlis J.
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