Friday, July 27, 2012

Home Alone

I am writing to you this week from an empty house. Vicki has had such a full summer with CentriKid and VBS that she and the kids took off Sunday afternoon to visit the Jones family in Georgia. I had to work so I stayed behind to hold down the fort. I've spent my free time picking up tree limbs, mowing the yards, and taking care of other such chores. Every time I’ve gone outside to work I’ve said to myself, “Self, let’s go feed the mosquitos!”

THE MEM LUTON STORY. Last weekend at the Threshermen's Show I ran into a cousin of mine that I haven't seen in several years. Brian Luton was visiting from Ohio and he had brought three of his four kids to see the show.

Brian and I are second cousins but I can't say we are much more than acquainted. He is 19 years older than I and has always lived on Ohio. We have only met a handful of times.

Brian's wife, Mem, is from Thailand. They met when he had made some mission trips there. Mem's story of how she became a Christian and then how everything worked out that she and Brian would marry is simply amazing. I bring this up in case you would like to listen to it because her story was recently featured on the radio program Unshackled!

Unshackled! has been in production since 1950 and is still produced as a radio drama of that era. If features the true stories of people like Mem and how God has worked in their lives. Mem's story is told over two half hour episodes (programs 3197 and 3198). You can find them online easily enough by searching on the name "Mem Luton." By the way, it is rare for Unshackled! to do a two-part show on any of their subjects.

MY GRANDMOTHER. Speaking of oral history, I have accomplished something I've been struggling with for several years. Back in the 1990s Aunt Helen gave me a cassette tape of my grandmother, Joella Durrett Swann. Uncle Paul made the tape with a new cassette recorder he had purchased, however, he recorded Mrs. Joella without her knowledge. He must had thought she would not have done it if he had asked, though she seemed to figure out what was going on about halfway through the tape.

Mrs. Joella was born in 1886. She was the fourth of eleven children born to  Ludwell and Callie Durrett, and the oldest of their four daughters. She married my grandfather, Caner Swann, on Christmas Day of 1905. They had five children, my dad being their forth. I barely remember Mrs. Joella. She'd had a stroke and was bedfast by the time I was old enough to appreciate a grandmother. She passed away in 1974.

The tape is extremely difficult to understand due to age and other factors. Since receiving it I have wanted to transcribe it so her story would not be lost. What follows are a couple of stories that were fairly easy to understand.

I have decided to do very little grammatical correction to my grandmother's comments so you're reading this just as it sounds on tape, only without some of the false starts where she was collecting her thoughts.

BUILDING A HOUSE. Toward the beginning of the tape Mrs. Joella talks about how her father, whom she called Pappy, built a house. My cousin, David, told me the house was decorated with spindles and such and was standing until a few years ago. I hate I never got to see it.
It wasn't no burden for us all to live. We all done right well. We done mighty well. And I tell you I ain't a saying it -- ain't bragging -- but Pappy made us a good living, but we didn't have sense enough to know it. How did the poor thing do it?

He always provided us to have plenty to eat. We didn't have no great lot of clothes, nice clothes to wear, but in them days people didn't have it no way.

We didn't have no good ways to go, well now, we couldn't, he couldn't afford it. He had to have stock with him. He had to work. It wasn't any of them had no riding horse -- farmers didn't have no riding horse in those days. Well now, we never did have no way to go. Well, we couldn't afford it, couldn't have it. We done the best we could.

I think when he started that house up there. He started ours when Mr. Davy Jones started his house. [Unclear comments deleted.] He built several rooms upstairs, and then he bought nine windows to go upstairs. Nine windows! [Hits table for emphasis] Now you think about that. It wasn't big windows, it was these small windows.

And now, I don't know how he had money to get all that stuff. And he bought windows. I forgot how many windows he bought for downstairs. Some of these big windows, like that right yonder. He bought several of them. Doors. Window casings. All such as that costs money. [Sentence unclear though it sounds like she is talking about how much her father made himself in addition to the items he purchased.] And he done his own dressing his lumber. Done his sawing. And how in the world did he do it?

Uncle Tom and them had a sawmill, him and Pappy did. And they cut a lot of wood, logs there, tearing up ground, you know, and they had a lot of it sawed off. They sawed off a lot of lumber, and they used that about building a house. And Pappy, he furnished all his lumber. And he furnished Mr. Davy Jones' lumber to build his house. He sawed [unclear]. And when Pappy got his house done, and as Mamie was saying here awhile back, Pappy said he didn't have but thirty cents left in his pocket after he paid all his bills. He had paid for his house, he really did.

Now I'll tell you, you know now, they was doing mighty good to have a great gang of young 'uns and putting up a house like that. Now didn't they? We couldn't. I had five children. Me and Caner couldn't do it. I don't know how he ever got by and done as well as he did. And he put up two or three barns. He put up a stock barn. And there was several things he done. I don't know how he done it -- I sure don't.

I used to think he could have done better than he did do, but Pappy done ... I don't know what with these young 'uns. What a gang of young 'uns. Had eleven children. Eleven! Seven boys and four girls. I don't know how he come out that well. Shucks. I know he didn't have nothing to build a house on. But we had to have a house of some kind, as many young 'uns as we had.
My grandmother’s immediate younger sister was named Mary Elizabeth but she was called Mamie. I’m guessing this story was fresh on my grandmother’s mind because she and her sister had discussed it prior to this conversation.

GRANDPA DURRETT. There’s a bit of confusion on the tape before things clear up enough to make out the next segment where she talks about he grandfather, William Dawson Moore Durrett. (Her other grandfather passed away when she was two years old.)
I was just thinking of him. I believe I must have had one of the best granddaddies in the whole world: Grandpa and Grandma. He must have been a [worker], and a smart man on top of it. He made money. He worked long as he lived. He'd go out walking, he'd always have a hoe with him. Every time I seen him he'd always have a hoe in his hand.

And he had good gardens. And he had good everything! Some of the best orchards you ever eat fruit from. He had 'em. He grafted all of his trees.

And I know how to graft those trees. Do you know how to graft a tree? I seen him graft 'em. He had a big old wooden box about that long, about that wide, and about that deep with sand and dirt in it, you know. And he'd pick two kinds of plants, a peach and an apple [unclear due to mic adjustments] ... himself. He'd cut that, you know, and fix those that would [be able to] go together with those that the heart of that there little branch that would go together, would hitch. And the bark would [hitch] the same. And use yarn thread [and] scraps. And then he'd bury down in this here dirt in that little box. And he'd put just a tiny [pitch? wad, oh it might have been a little over two or three drops of wad in it.] And, you know, he [unclear] raising all the fruit trees he wanted. And Grandpa, that's where he got all his trees. He grafted peach trees. He grafted ... it was some big horse apples [or hedge apples] and such. Great big old horse apples. I don't even remember. They say he grafted every one of those trees, and they was great big old trees, as big as oak trees.

And Mammy got fruit off of them trees. He had a bunch down there on one corner of the place, three or four trees, and over there at another place in the corner of the field, had two or three more he had grafted. And they had a lot of apples on them, great big apples. And they'd be full every year. He would trim them back every [year]. Peach trees, cherry trees, pears trees, he had everything! And then he had there at grandpa's, he furnished Mammy, [unclear] mammy, a great big orchard with the place that she got, three or four acres. And Uncle Tom had a big orchard. Uncle [Huell? - unclear] had a big orchard. He grafted every tree. He fixed that the children all had 'um a big orchard. We never starved for fruit when he was living. We had all we needed.

And grandpa made a living he had [unclear]. I guess you could say he was a rich man. Poor thing didn't know it. Back in them days you could work yourself to death. If they had any money they didn't appreciate it.

And he raised tobacco. And if he'd go out walking he'd always have his hoe. He had to have a hoe or something to walk with anyhow. He had had two strokes and he kept him a walking stick or something to walk with, and he had his hoe, and whenever he run up on a spring of grass or weeds he'd cut it down. He wouldn't let 'em get ahead of him. And the biggest garden you ever laid eyes on. He had it.

He always took a lot of interest in [Maw's] garden. [Maw] had a garden. She had a pretty walk up through the middle of it. On each side of the walk she had all kinds of flowers. And he helped her tend to them.
I am assuming from the context that Maw is Mrs. Joella’s grandmother. The tape begins to get really unclear at this point. From the snatches of conversation I can understand she talks about her grandparent’s house and a large pear tree that grew in their back yard. It sounds like her grandparents loved children and would fix little baskets of pears for the children in the family.

It seems that she discovers the tape recorder after this and there’s a lot of breaks in the recording before it settles down again. There are a couple of other good, clear stories which I will share another time.

Joe

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Tall Grass Again

It amazes me how grass that was brown and crunchy under foot can revive and grow seed heads that are almost knee high in less than a week’s time.

VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL. As you know, our Vacation Bible School was last week. The focus of this year’s VBS was all about trusting God, no matter what. I think everyone enjoyed it a lot because they kept coming back. I’m not sure, but I think this was our most well attended VBS ever. We averaged 220 with about 140 of those being kids.

Thursday night was family night at VBS. We had a good crowd of families there and after the program we went outside for hot dogs and games. Toward the end we noticed storm clouds and lightning on the horizon so we rushed to clean everything up. By the time the boys and I got home we had one of the worst thunder storms hit that I’ve seen in a long time. The weather alerts on TV were saying the storm was capable of producing 70 mph winds. Vicki and Jenna got in a bit later, drenched and having had to go around a tree that was down across half the road.

The storm lasted all night and left us almost four inches of rain before it blew itself out the next morning. What I didn’t know was that Mom and Aunt Mar were without power for about 12 hours. Our lights had blinked a lot as lightning hit the power lines, but never went out. With all that activity I didn’t want to be holding a phone when the next one hit.

THE THRESHERMEN’S SHOW. The Threshermen’s Show was this weekend. We didn’t make it on Friday as I needed to work and the kids all had dental appointments, however, we all loaded up in the van and went yesterday. We got there in time for the kids to ride with their cousins in the parade. We left pretty soon after lunch, much to Ben’s chagrin, so that we could come home and finish de-decorating from VBS.

I’m always proud to see the engine and thresher run well. The engine is 88 years old now so it’s an accomplishment for Charlie to keep it in good running order. Charlie is also training his younger son, Nate, to run the engine and I thought he did very well. Uncle Paul would be proud of his great grandson.

THE WINDBLOWN LOOK. Switching to my son now, Nate loves to ride with the window down. He makes me so mad in the wintertime. I’ll pick them up from Aunt Mar’s after work and down goes the window. It doesn’t matter that it’s 20° outside, as soon as I start the truck down goes the window. And he love to hang his head out the window like a dog -- as much as his seatbelt will allow. (I’ve warned him that one of these days he’s going to meet a low flying june bug which is not at all fun.)

We were driving home from White House the other day and Nate had his window down. It was pleasant so I had mine down too. Of course, he made the whole trip with arms resting on the windowsill and his head sticking out the window.

The point of this story is Nate’s hair. Most of the time it just looks wild because he’s looking all around, but on this particular trip he was resting his head on his arms and not moving so the wind styled his hair very nicely with a part down the side. We all commented that it was a nice look for him. He seemed to like it as well.

Skip to Sunday morning when we were getting ready for church. Nate came to be with the hairbrush and I suggested we try parting his hair like the wind did. He was game to try so I went to work. Obviously I am not hairstylist because after checking out my work in the mirror he had me redo it saying, “If I stick my head out of the window it would do a better job.”

Joe

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Rain! Beautiful Rain!

It rained here shortly after I sent out the last newsletter. We got an inch in about 30 minutes, and we got three quarters of an inch the next night. As a matter of fact, we’re getting so much rain I’m wondering when I will find the time to mow. I dumped two more inches out of the rain gauge today.

Most of the rain has been slow and gentle, but some has been accompanied by intense storms. One clap of thunder woke me up early Tuesday morning. My thoughts went to Ben, but then I remembered sleeping in a teepee during a thunderstorm once. He’s going to have stories to tell just like I do.

CAMP REPORT. Ben is back home now. I got him this morning. As we were leaving the reservation I asked him if he would do it again. He said yes without hesitation. I was glad to hear that.

When we dropped Ben off Sunday I told him I planned to come by and visit on Wednesday. Boxwell is between Gallatin and Lebanon and I knew my work schedule would have me in the area for training and a conference. When I got there Wednesday afternoon I knew I had one homesick boy. He never mentioned leaving early, but he did talk about how much he missed me and the rest of the family (and his bed). What was unusual for Ben was the number of times he said this to me.

While I was there he gave me a tour of the camp and I joined him for supper. Afterwards Ben and I found a quiet spot and talked for a while before joining the rest of the troop back at the campsite. That was a conversation with him I will always cherish.

I was worried about how Ben would do when I left but a bit of misfortune actually made that better. Ben walked me to my truck. As we parted I noticed I had a flat tire so I called him back to hold a flashlight for me while I changed the tire. This turned into an hour job because the ground was so soft my jack sank under the weight of the truck. I was able to get the flat off but had to reposition the jack to get the spare on. By the time I had the truck roadworthy Ben’s mood had changed to concern for me. He expressed this to me saying, “Dad, it’s after your bedtime. Are you going to be okay driving home?”

Now that camp is over I am glad to know he would go back. I think he had a lot of fun and in several ways he didn’t expect. One example of this was his merit badge classes. I checked out all the merit badge books from the troop library that I could for the classes he would be taking and made him read through them before camp. After reading the book he didn’t seem too excited about one class he would be taking, Indian Lore. Turns out that’s one of the things he has talked about most.

Oh, and Ben’s return home was a very happy reunion for Nate who had missed him all week long.

DECORATING. For those of us left at home this week is all about decorating for Vacation Bible School. That’s what Vicki and Jenna did during the day and I joined them when I get home from work. I think we’ve eaten out every night this week except tonight.

Our theme this year is Sky. All I really know about it right now is that we’ve put up a lot of blue background and fluffy clouds. We’ve got balloons and airplanes hanging everywhere. I think there may even be even a pig with wings somewhere. Slowly and surely this thing is coming together as it always does.

AN OLD CAMPING STORY. I wasn’t in Boy Scouts for very long when I was young. My regret is that we didn’t find another troop for me to join. However, our RA group at church was very active at that time and we went camping quite a bit. One spring weekend we were camping out by the river on a church member’s farm. It had been a wet spring and the ground was saturated. They had a large teepee set up from where the Boy Scouts had camped the previous weekend so we got to use it.

That night a severe thunderstorm blew in. Lightning was striking very close and the thunder woke all of us up. The rain, which was coming down in sheets, had no where to go because the ground was saturated so we had to scramble to gather up our gear and head back up the hill to the house. Then we had to go back to the campsite and tear down the teepee before it washed away. We wound up having to lash the last of the teepee poles together and hold them so they wouldn’t float away before we could drag them up the hill with a motorcycle.

David Henry was our RA leader then and it seems like it rained every time he took us camping. I’ll save the canoe trip story for another time.

Joe

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Half-Way Point

Our heat wave continues. We had a bit of a reprieve earlier this week, but by Wednesday the temps were back in the triple digits. And to add insult to injury, what afternoon thunderstorms have popped up in the area have all bypassed Cross Plains. I hear thunder rumbling in the distance now. Maybe, just maybe...

TIME FLIES. Last week marked the half-way point of the year. It also means the kids’ summer break is half over. I was thinking about that as Nate and I were turning into the parking lot at church. Spying the school bus he rides parked in Lynn and Alice’s yard across the road I said, “Another five weeks, Nate, and you’ll be riding that big, yellow bus again.”

When Nate didn’t answer I looked at him to see if he had heard me. Seeing me glance his way he said, “You sure do know how to put a guy down, Dad.”

A QUIET WEEK. When I first looked at out summer calendar I called last week our down week. This is the one week in our summer break where we are all at home and we don’t have any local, daily activity. Granted, I am back at work every day and Vicki is gearing up for VBS at church, but we’ve been able to enjoy evenings at home watching movies or I Love Lucy episodes we rented from Netflix.

The same can be said for our Fourth of July. The only things we did was go to the Kilgore Remembrance ceremony that morning and take supper over to Mom and Aunt Mar’s that evening. We didn’t even bother to drive up to Cross Plains for fireworks. The heat had a lot to do with that decision.

ONE HAPPY MAN. I will never forget the smile on Carl Swann’s face as he drove up to the Kilgore Remembrance ceremony. I think I’ve written before that he purchased a restored Willys Jeep last year. He was driving it when he arrived at the cemetery Wednesday. It looked perfect with the two American flags he had attached to the back corners of the vehicle. We asked him to park it next to the highway to show it off which seemed to please him to no end. I wish I had remembered to bring my camera.

SCOUT CAMP. Of course, the busy summer schedule resumes next week. We took Ben to Boxwell Reservation for Boy Scout Summer Camp this afternoon. Among all the regular camp activities we will be doing work toward six merit badges: First Aid, Fishing, Indian Lore, Leatherwork, Space Exploration, and Woodcarving. He comes home Saturday morning. At least the weather forecast shows cooler temperatures on the way!

Joe