July 1968

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I’m enjoying reading this history and am sometimes amused at my younger self as well as being amazed that we did so much during this time. In this latest installment I can see some of the patterns: care and maintenance of things at the ranch—trying to get started on putting a rock foundation under the edges of the porch; taking care of the vegetable garden; cutting firewood; picking apples and making applesauce; making jelly from the gooseberries found in the woods; finishing the sink cabinets and counter; visiting with friends and relatives; observing wildlife at the ranch; working on putting an addition on the house in Weaverville; keeping automobiles repaired.

I don’t remember where this gate was supposed to go but Bob dug some holes and put pipe poles and cement in them. “He made Rebecca’s handprint, name and date and Jeffrey’s footprints and name. It will be buried under dirt (about six inches) but still the names are there.” The gate was going to be made from a large wheel from a hay rake.

I found a lizard hanging by its front feet from the clothesline when I started to hang out the laundry. It was about five feet from the porch. I took some pictures and then we helped it to solid ground. We weren’t sure how it got there, perhaps dropped by a bird or maybe it slid off the metal roof. On that same day I pushed a wheelbarrow of manure up from the barn, with Jeff on my back, and spread it around the garden.

On the 4th of July we went out to the Morris cabin at Canyon Creek. Nancy and David Adrian and children were there, Pete and Mildred Hurd and their family, Ruth and Vernon Ryan. Children got along well. Rebecca spent a lot of time throwing a stick for Vernon’s dog, Sport. Dinner was potluck and there was homemade ice cream. We got home around 11 pm.

It was very hot during this time with thunderheads. I varnished the kitchen cabinet again. That weekend Bob “planted” three more poles. I cleared debris out of the ditch so the trees could get water. We went down to White’s Bar picnic area where Rebecca loved the sand and Jeff ate it; we took turns watching kids and swimming.

I was trying to go for a quick walk in the evenings after dishes, picking up, etc. It was usually after 9:00—mosquitoes were thick but it was cool and when I got up past the lower spring I couldn’t hear the generator. There was a moon too, which was nice.

“We’ve been having peas and lettuce fresh from the garden. I give Rebecca her peas raw, in the pod and she thinks this is wonderful!”

Jeff started crawling instead of scooting on his stomach. July 8: “A sonic boom made Rebecca scream today. I hate those things. Can’t see why our quality of living should be reduced, and the quality of wilderness just because we don’t come in large quantities of votes”.

We had a doe with a tiny fawn appear now and then. When we went for walks we always had to take time to sit on the pelton wheel and on some “sitting logs” along the way.

From hot, the temperatures it went to chilly and we had fog some mornings. I started picking apples and making applesauce. “One night Rebecca needed to use the outhouse at 1:30 a.m. and we watched the last moon sliver rising. It lighted the upper part of the meadow before we could see it but a handful of trees on the east ridge were like golden, tree-shaped lanterns. The tip of the moon shown through them and finally above.”

July 22nd I fixed dinner for my brother Peter and his family and for Florence, Leonard and Robin (the latter three just having gotten back from a pack trip). After that dinner Bob brought Kathy Smith to baby sit (“Rebecca was not pleased”) and we went to the Joneses where Alice and Horace were having an open-house reception for their son Dixon and wife Heather. We spent a lot of time talking to Jinx and Dick Fores.

July 24th “ Put new contact paper (used like wallpaper) in the outhouse; did 2 batches of laundry; played “lid” with Rebecca (not sure what that was); weeded a little in the garden; watched one of the caterpillars peel its skin off and become a chrysalis—this was after about 12 hours of hanging head down. Rebecca watched too and was most interested. We missed seeing the 2nd one but saw it just a few minutes afterwards. “ Those monarch butterfly chrysalises are beautiful, a jade green. We were getting lettuce and squash from the garden.

And then I was doing some soul searching–“Have been doing some thinking today about who I am, what I want, where I’m going, etc. Thought I finished that after college! But my position is so different now.”

Another trip to the outhouse adventure–“Last night at 2:30 a.m. Rebecca and I heard apples dropping from the apple tree by the generator. We looked this morning and found porcupine quills, one on the tree and one at the base. I wrapped heavy-duty aluminum foil around the tree but don’t know if that will help.”

Bob put 2 x 6s under the edge of the porch at the ranch to go between the present stringers and the concrete foundations. In town he put our intake pipe on floats in the middle of the reservoir, hoping we won’t run out of water again.

We heard about a man who had abducted a couple and was loose down near Del Loma, which made us a little nervous. but in a call to the Sheriff’s office we learned they had caught him.

July 30th I left the children with Austens and took the VW to Redding to get the broken window replaced (we weren’t sure how or why it broke a couple of weeks ago) and to get the dented fender repaired. I left it at Bingham Motors and walked downtown. Had a doughnut and coffee and window-shopped. I tried to buy some pocketbooks (paperbacks) but couldn’t get a check cashed. Went to Gerimonte’s (they used to have a clothing store in Dunsmuir when my family lived at Castle Crags) and one of the Gerimonte brothers recognized me and “was most cordial”. He offered to be a reference for any future check cashing. I think he probably recognized my middle name of Twight rather than me. I had a waffle and iced tea for lunch and then walked to the Hislops (I stayed with them during the week when I went to Shasta College my freshman year), across from what was then the junior college on 299. It was very hot. Fortunately Marge was home and we chatted for awhile. She took me to the VW place at 3:00 when the car was ready.

Back in Weaverville that night we had dinner with the Fores. “”We had a good time although there was too much women talking to women and men to men to suit me. Conversation is more interesting mixed. Took them some squash and cabbage which I picked by flashlight last night.”

Our butterflies hatched. Rebecca was delighted and wanted to hold them on her finger for forever.

And a rant–“Bob brought home (to the ranch) our TV set tonight. Now we have even more wires across the ceiling and one going out the window across the south porch to a brass colored antenna . Our ceiling looks as if some gigantic spider had started to make a web and then changed its mind. The antenna, I discovered this morning, protrudes in front of the upstairs window between my morning view of Eagle Rock (taken automatically at the top of the stairs before coming down to fix breakfast) and the house. He says he’ll take it back after the conventions and I sure hope so. Last night Nixon was talking and I was trying to read the paper but felt I should listen to him and so did neither very well. It was another no-nap day for Rebecca and those are particularly exhausting with the constant chatter. I don’t mind the music on the radio but TV is nothing but noise. Bob feels that watching will help him decide on candidates but I wonder if reading about them wouldn’t be the same.

Some put on a good act on TV and others, like Nixon, have a difficult time putting on a good show. What we really need to know is their policies and how they think about things. I guess TV will help but to me it’s almost a sacrilege to have it out here. The ranch is pretty special—TV is ok in Weaverville and I enjoy it but it just doesn’t belong here.

Maybe it’s like my evening walks—that precious 10-20 minutes when I can be completely by myself, finding a little bit of me that has been splintered into mother, wife, housekeeper, gardener, etc. all day.”

Bob had been working on the sink. We had yellow edging around it and then cut and placed the top. The packing box for the sink top was about five feet high and 2 ½ feet across with the opening at the top. I suggested cutting a door and window in it. Rebecca loved it. That night she wanted to sleep in it on the porch so for an hour and a-half she and five or six dolls and stuffed animals squirmed and wiggled and came into the house for various reasons. At 9 o’clock I made her go to bed.

That afternoon when she had been in the box and was screaming I asked her to stop. She said, “I can scream in my own house!” Point won.

June 1968

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During this time Bob was working a lot during the evenings on trying to get more funding for the high school from the Forest Reserve funding. This would mean less for the elementary school but apparently the high school had been underfunded for some time.

Prepared for Rebecca’s 3rd birthday. She was so excited. We were in town. The morning of her birthday she raced for the wrapped packages, totally not seeing the new trike (used) that we hadn’t even wrapped! Gilda Sanders got her a soft doll that she named Linda. My parents gave her little wooden people candleholders, and we got her a couple of books.

Her cake was devils food with a light pink frosting and deep pink swirls, along with confetti colored spots. It was a butterfly cake with licorice antennae and a red licorice tongue. Suzy and Scotty Fields came and Jennifer Hooper. Florence arrived in time to have cake and ice cream. After the last child left Rebecca collapsed in tears and I read to her and put her to bed…she slept about three hours.

It seems to have been a chilly June. On the 12th the temperature at the ranch got down to 36. We took a walk up to the flat and then cut across the creek and up through the yellow flowers. Rebecca kept asking about poison oak and seemed to be able to narrow it down to one of three—oak, poison oak and raspberry. On the way back we found half of a robin’s egg. They are so fragile. Rebecca tried to keep it from blowing out of her hand and crunched it. Even a large piece that I brought the rest of they didn’t survive very well. We came through the orchard and again saw the young flicker with its head poking out of the hole in the first apple tree. I wondered whether it was always the same adventuresome bird. We could hear the others knocking on the wood inside.

A few days later, Paul Gonzales, the USFS patrolman for that area, stopped by. Rebecca and I had just finished stirring up an applesauce cake. He had a cup of coffee, staying about an hour, and left some Smokey the Bear things for Rebecca. Jeff was napping.

On another day we headed for Mt. Meadow Ranch. We stopped in Minersville so Bob could walk up a hill a way to look for a microwave site. We waited under some oak trees with orange juice and cookies. Then we went to Trinity Center to see Uncle Ed and toured his museum. “it has some very nice things and some junk.” One thing we’d not seen before was snowshoes for horses. We took our lunches with us to Uncle Stanford’s and ate with Gertrude and him, then went on to Mt. Meadow Ranch. They had a mobile phone and Bob worked on the antenna. Rebecca got to see chickens, horses and cows. They were shoeing the horses. She watched calves nursing and the cows being milked. We had a delicious dinner. “After dinner some of the summer help played guitars and sang. We sat up with them till about 10:00. Bob played one of the girl’s banjos and sang too. It’s nice to know college age youngsters haven’t changed much since we were that age but it made us feel a lot older too—sigh.”

The next day we rode horseback a short distance. After lunch we drove to Boulder Creek and visited with Angenett and Peter and family for an hour. They had a campsite near Alice’s cabin. A couple of days later we all got sick, starting with Jeff, and wondered whether we had food poisoning. He had a temperature and was so ill that we drove to Big Bar to call our doctor on the pay phone because our phone wasn’t working. It was nighttime and he wasn’t on call yet but an hour later we called from a friend’s house. He wanted to see Jeff so we drove into town. Dr. Breeden checked him and then called Frank Hicks to have him open the pharmacy so we could get medication. We stayed in town overnight and then we got sick too. That day Rebecca fell getting out of the car and landed on her face—swollen lip, bloody nose and screaming. Got her cleaned up and fed her jello and crackers. At the post office Vincent Ryan backed into the V.W. and dented the right fender and hubcap. After dinner, going down Oregon Mt. toward Junction City Rebecca got sick. It was after ten that night at the ranch by the time I got everything washed and finished the dishes we’d left when Jeff had gotten so ill. What a day!

A few days later, in town, after putting screaming children down for naps, I went downtown and bought a wheelbarrow, had coffee. Got home as children were waking up. Bob was coping but looked relieved when I when I walked in. We spent a couple of hours on getting the shingles off the end of the house for the anticipated addition, Bob removing the shingles and me hammering out the nails and stacking the good shingles in the woodshed. The next day we went to the museum for the dedication ceremony, leaving Rebecca at Austen’s. It was really hot. Afterwards we went to the barbecue after getting Rebecca. Mildred Hurd and children were there as were Pete Hurd’s parents from Dunsmuir.

Over the next few days I finished painting the floors at the ranch, usually during naps. I taught Rebecca how to answer the phone and put a captain’s chair below it so she could climb up to reach it.

One day, on the way back from Big Bar, I stopped to pick some wild raspberries for Rebecca. “Above Walden’s in the woods, I saw a quail on the road. Slowed down for a closer look and saw a little one so we stopped. I took Rebecca and we walked closer, watching and listening. The mother kept calling, as the flock had scattered and tiny little fluffs of feathers, that looked just like sun-dappled brown leaves until they moved, peeped in reply. She crossed the road and went up the bank and some of the leaves followed her. They were only about two inches high. What a treat!”

After we got back I drove up to the bathtub settling tank and cleared that while Rebecca “read” nearby and then fussed, and Jeffrey screamed in the car. I backed up a place that was too steep, lifting one wheel off the road. Scared myself a little. Made Rebecca get out while I rectified the situation.

“After the children went down for naps I did a laundry and pruned yards of grape vine from around the little pear tree. Turned the water on the garden and discovered a goldfinch nest almost above the faucet, about six feet above my head. The young looked nearly grown. A few minutes later I found a robin nest in the maple behind the house.

The wind blew extremely hard this afternoon. Brown leaves of last fall from maples in the gulch were whirling hundreds of feet up into the air, looking like pale gold butterflies—a bit of autumn in summer. My life has moments like that occasionally. Bob brought home pipe for fence posts and sand and gravel.”

Daily Living Plus a Backpack Trip

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Painting by Alice Jones–Looking into N. Fork of the Trinity River from near Pony Mt.

It would be a lot easier to complete these trips into the past if there hadn’t been so much going on! At least I’m now to the place in this journal where the ink is dark blue instead of pale green and the writing much easier to read.

I continued to get phone calls asking me to substitute, mostly at the high school. One evening Bob took care of children while I went over to the Civil Defense Building (CD Hall we called it, now the Veterans’ Memorial Hall) to hear Max Rafferty speak. He was the California Superintendent of Public Instruction.

One day, when I was taking care of Karen Austen while her parents were taking a church group someplace for the day, I took Karen and the children and we went down to the opening day of the new museum. Uncle Ed was the first person to sign the guest book, Karen the 2nd and I was third. Everything looked good but Florence said there was still a lot of work to be done before the dedication ceremony.

Vigil Delapp came to the house one afternoon to work with Bob on plans for the addition to the house. He thought his part would cost about $1500.

Bob continued to work on the burglar alarm at the museum, often getting home quite late. When talking briefly to Pat Hamilton, who edited the historical society publications, she said she was very impressed by how meticulous he was in keeping to historical accuracy while also making it interesting—said it was an unusual accomplishment. He was also meeting with people about the high schools, trying to find a way to get more funding.

On one of our trips out to the ranch we stopped to see the Waldens and their new baby girl. The older girls took Rebecca to see the rabbits, chicks, ducks and chickens. They gave us some tomato and cabbage plants. They’d been given an old crank Victrola and played it for us—the first time I’d seen or heard one.

“Going to Marlene’s (Towne’s)is such a treat for Rebecca—she’s so much fun to watch really—dreamily licking her ice cream cone, watching everyone who comes in, ice cream dripping down her chin. She and I have really been clashing a lot lately. I know I get after her too much but my patience just gets worn down—She is so good with Jeffrey though and I know sometimes she doesn’t really want to be nice to him.”

At the ranch I tried to spend more time with her. She was having a hard time adjusting to being out there without all the activity of Weaverville. And when Jeff was fussy with teething or a cold that meant I had to give him more attention than normal. My sleep was often interrupted by little people and that didn’t help either.

May 12th we moved a lot of things out to the ranch for the summer, including the washing machine but this meant a couple of trips to the laundromat to do diapers before we actually moved. After the move we had a spell of rainy weather and all of us had colds. I could wash diapers but couldn’t get them dry. I’d dry a few in the house and Bob took the rest to put in our dryer in town.

Often when they were napping I’d try to get something done like scrub the floor. I painted the shelves of a corner cupboard, one shelf one day, another the following day.

Bob went to Mt. Meadow Ranch to work on their mobile phone and didn’t get home until 10:50 p.m.

In late May we took a backpack trip, leaving the children with their grandparents the night before we left. It seemed strange to be in the house without them and I found myself going to their room to check on them.

“The next morning Alice and Horace Jones picked us up and we drove to Prairie Creek where we transferred to our Jeep pickup. Horace and Tammie (their dog) got in the back and we drove up Big French Creek. We ended up on a Jeep road that went on and on—went through a cutover area where there were many elderberry bushes and gooseberries in bloom in the woods—also trilliums. We stopped beyond Panther Camp and began walking because the road looked so bad. From there on it was quite good except for two steep hills that we might not have made.

Near Ladder Camp there was much black, shiny rock and further along, yellow and green. We at lunch at Ladder Camp. I was starved after our early breakfast. Ladder Camp is ¼ mile off the jeep road– two small springs, beneath white pines. Beyond that the Jeep road ended at the Wilderness area boundary and the trail began. The road had been very steep but the trail was more gradual. Many boschniakia in the trail, western serviceberry blooming alongside.


Alice and Horace at the campsite

We were going into the Thurston Peaks area now. We began to cross small patches of snow on the north -facing slope. There was a beautiful waterfall coming down through large gray rocks from a cirque-type area on the Thurston Peaks slope. It fell about 30-40 feet below the trail and tumbled from above. As we climbed into the treeless area there were small fritillaries in the path. When we got to the ridge above Pony Mt. Meadows we found a large snowfield covering the switchbacks leading down the other side. So we had to edge our way down through loose shale and follow Bob and Horace’s footsteps across the snow patches. Alice and I were quite nervous about it—very steep.


Bob, Alice and Horace nearing Pony Mt. Ridge

Our camp was beneath tall red fir trees, 2-3 feet in diameter. There was a snow patch above us and one right across from camp where we got water from its melting. We looked out toward part of Thurston Peaks and across the Whites Creek drainage to Wedding Cake and other peaks, still splotched with snow.

After dinner Bob and Alice and I hiked up to Pony Mountain and looked out toward Cabin Peak, etc. We could just see the tip of Mt. Shasta poking up through some clouds and many disk-shaped clouds. Bob climbed on up to the top but we went back to camp. I found what looked like a bear wallow—complete with indentations from footprints leaving it and beside it a white pine that must have been five feet in diameter.


Wedding Cake from ridge above Pony Mt. Meadows

It was very cold and I didn’t sleep much even after I got warm. In the morning we really hurried getting dressed and a fire started because it was so cloudy. Horace just got the fire started when a cold rain began to fall. Bob threw a ground cloth over the cord he’d put up Saturday night, just in case, and it made a small tent. Alice and Horace quickly got their things packed. We cooked breakfast—cereal, scrambled eggs and ham, juice, milk and coffee or hot chocolate—ate, cleaned and packed. Bob cut one of our ground cloths into four make-shift ponchos and we left. Going up that steep slope was much easier than going down had been, although still tricky. The snow had firmed up and we had to be careful.

We made pretty good time going out. Left camp at 8 :00 and were at Stove Camp (wonder whether I meant Ladder Camp?) at 11:30, seven miles later. We ate lunch there. We put some rocks in the back of the truck to help us up the hills and Alice walked ahead to clear part of a snow patch for easier exit (of rocks I’m thinking). We left with the truck at 1:00 and were at Prairie Creek about 3:30. They went on into town and we went up to the ranch to pick up a few things before going into Weaverville.


Sunset at Pony Mt. Meadows

June 5th—at the ranch, raining. Bob called me from town to tell me that Senator Robert Kennedy had been shot in Los Angeles the night before, had undergone brain surgery and was in critical condition. “What a shock!–how can people think that they can just go up and shoot anyone they may dislike or disagree with? What kind of government can there be when people insist on taking the law into their own hands; when it’s not safe for a person to run for office? If this continues, the only way to control it will be a police state and that’s a very unpleasant alternative.”

I used to sing around the house, just as my mother used to. She was raised in Florida and sometimes sang the old spirituals—Swing Low Sweet Chariot and others. I added in folk songs as well. On June 8th—“We listened to Kennedy’s funeral this evening. When they sang Battle Hymn of the Republic, Rebecca sang right along, “Glowy, glowy, hawowuia” in all her innocence. I think Robert Kennedy would have liked that. “

Spring Continues–bits of this and that–1968

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We continued to stay really busy. With the snow gone there was more yard work at both places. I was trying to jog now and then, using the backyard. I had it figured out as to how many times I needed to run the length and back to make particular distances and would try to do it while the children were playing or napping. It helped keep me sane I think.

Bob continued to spend a lot of time on the burglar alarm at the museum and would go down after dinner and work until late, as well as a lot of time on weekends. Night after night he’d be down there. Once I noted that he hadn’t gone!

He also spent a couple of evenings down at the high school welding on the drag for the road.

One Sunday in March I took Rebecca to church. She thought Jim Austin (Congregational minister and husband of Barbara who often took care of the children if I subbed) worked in “daddy’s office” and I thought she should see where he worked. She was amazingly good, though restless, and I’m sure welcomed the cookies and punch in the Parish House afterwards where I chatted with Pat Hicks, Alice Jones and Jan Hooper.

I took the kids to the elementary school to have their pictures taken and had coffee with Jim Holland, Ruth Brandes and Betty Gorsuch.

One Saturday, when Bob was on standby. I took Rebecca, Karen and Linda out to the ranch with me. He could take care of Jeff while being on standby. I needed to get my paints so I could do the illustrations for the Native American display of plants at the museum, and Bob needed some metal. When we got out there I put the rack on the VW, put the metal on the rack, got my paints and dug some plants out of the bog to put in with our polliwogs in town. We ate lunch by the creek from the upper spring. “The peach, plum and pear trees were in bloom.” When we got back to Big Bar we got ice cream cones before heading home. The Townes, owners of Big Bar Station, were building a dining room and adding on a small bar.

One of my projects was making a plywood slide for Rebecca and a teeter-totter (a plywood board placed across a box). I sanded off some of the rough edges and later painted the parts various shades of pink, yellow and blue. I took an old sawhorse, tacked on a string tail, and gave it a seam-binding bridle. She loved her “horsey”—said it hurt its tail and that it was doing exercises going up and down.


The blue slide.

Every now and then I substituted at the high school, usually a half-day. I was asked to sub at the elementary school in Lewiston but, since I was still nursing Jeff, couldn’t be gone all day. A full day at the high school was possible because I could feed him during my lunch hour.

We’d go out to the ranch usually for a half-day. I’d try to get more varnish on the pine boards of the ceiling upstairs, and Bob would work on the road. I couldn’t get much done and usually spent time with the children. April 6th and 7th we stayed overnight though. Sunday morning I wrote, “Children restless last night. Didn’t get much sleep. A beautiful morning –mist in the canyon, robins singing, a woodpecker hammering on the house about 6:00 a.m. waking Rebecca and she woke Jeff.”

It was nice to cook on the wood stove again—the smell of bacon mingling with wood smell. After breakfast, when we were outside, Rebecca found a 3-point deer antler.

Bob did some work on the kitchen cabinet that held the sink and did more roadwork.

In late afternoon Jan and Bob Hooper came with their children, Jennifer and Dennis. We all ate dinner at Big Bar Station on our way home.

Florence and Leonard bought Daphne, the mule. She was a small mule and quite gentle. We were to buy one-third of her. We all went to meet Daphne and she became part of a number of visits and sedate rides around their property. She became an important part of their family pack trips.

April 8th: Martin Luther King assassinated. Riots.

I started painting plants (water colors) for the Native American exhibit at the museum. I’d researched plants that they made use of and had given Pat Hamilton (at the Trinity Journal) the information. She did the printing to go with the paintings. I don’t remember all of the plants but noted that I’d worked on a dandelion, a pine cone, and Indian rhubarb. This was work I could do after the children had gone to bed.

Total eclipse of the moon on Apri 12th. On the 13th all the apple trees were in bloom when we went out to the ranch. I planted raspberries and Bob worked on the cabinet. Sunday Rebecca woke up at 10 minutes to 6:00 sayingl “Easter is coming”. She hunted eggs in the grass, still wet from the previous night’s sprinkler. French toast and bacon for breakfast. While Bob worked on taxes I planted lettuce, carrots, squash, cucumbers and the rest of the raspberries. Also planted Fiddler Henry beans, which I think would have been from Florence’s green beans that she planted every year, handed down through the family. She always saved a row or two for drying for the next year’s crop.

Bob, with Jeff in the pack, flew a kite with Rebecca but eventually it landed in a tree. While they were doing that I varnished one more board on the ceiling upstairs.

One day, when Nancy Van Duyn was playing in Weaverville with Rebecca, I looked out to see that Rebecca had opened the gate of the fence behind our house and the two of them were heading up the hill through the brush. They were half way up to the reservoir.

Another day we met Dave Ohde (Doris was painting a bedroom) and drove to Denny, taking our car and theirs. Linda, Jeff, Rebecca and I were in one car; Bob, Dave, Eric and their dog, Maggie, in the other. This was my first trip to Denny.

“The road takes off near Willow Creek. The first part was paved and the rest dirt. It went up over quite a high mountain and then down the other side into New River. There are some beautiful ranches just before Denny, the Daly’s being one. There is a telephone line in, strung from trees. No power. The Ladd store (built by Grover Ladd) is the center of Denny, containing store, post office and library. It’s a log structure with rock from the ground up to about four feet. We talked to Mrs. Holland who, along with her husband, now owns the store. They have two peacocks, male and female, which we all admired. Their daughter Gay, who is about 20, does pen and ink drawings of the area—we bought a pack. They have about 150 acres. Bob talked to Grover Ladd for awhile. His mother took photographs and developed them and he had some to give to the museum. While he was doing this Rebecca and I visited with Mrs. Holland in her kitchen, which she said used to be a cookhouse. Then we went down to look at their pelton wheel just above the river. Bob says the wheel is much larger than they need. They do supply three houses with power though. We looked at their horses—one Appaloosa, and their cow, which is about to calve. Linda and Rebecca were delighted to pet a chicken and a duck, which Gay caught for them. We had eaten lunch at the Denny Campground around 12:30. We left around 4:00 and drove back in our own cars. “

Later in the week we met with some people to talk about possible inclusion of New River in wilderness.

Activities in a Small Town–Spring 1968

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My journal is filled with a lot of day-to-day meanderings—batches of laundry, trips from the Weaverville house down the hill to run various errands, including buying groceries. I started using a pen that had green ink so there are pages that are hard to read now. These jottings may be trivia, but for me they were a way to track my days, like minutes on a clock, days on a calendar, months in a year.

Our daughter was 2 ½ now and, with a new baby brother, challenging to deal with, as are most from age two to three or four years old. She was also very bright and persistent. Dick Morris probably doesn’t remember the time I rushed into the hardware store where he was talking to a customer, handed Jeff (before I started using the backpack) to him saying “hold him”, and rushed out again so I could use both hands to get my meltdown child into the car.

We did get out some evenings for meetings or events and, from what I’ve written it looks as if I often tried to tie a grocery run in with a stop at Varney’s for coffee. If I had kids with me that would include lemonade and a snack. Rebecca’s favorite part was to pay for our snacks. I started carrying Jeff in the backpack and that gave me a lot more walking freedom. Bob was coming home for lunch every day and, if we timed it right, we could walk downtown and then ride back with him.

The attempt to negotiate with the neighbors to run a sewage line through their property didn’t work and we’d decided to put in a tank with a pump down at the bottom of our driveway and pump up into the town system. So Bob was figuring out how to put all that together, where to run the line down the hill, etc. Also in the works was the development of a town water system for our side of town with Cal-Pacific.

Vietnam was in the news a lot. “News on TV tonight showed a bombed out town in South Vietnam and some of the injured residents—many children. Such an awful situation. We worry about whether our children are getting along with others; whether their teeth are crooked; whether they have mumps or nightmares, and those poor youngsters and their families are living in one long horrible nightmare. Are we really helping them? Does our democracy mean more to them than existence in a semi-peaceful state? I don’t know. With the North Vietnamese in Saigon now we’re not progressing much. These people must live a poor existence at best and war is such a terrible addition to this. I was looking at the eyes of those children and thinking about what I would do if with mine if I were in that position. Even if the war were to end tomorrow they would be marked mentally, if not physically, for life.”

Rebecca had some play dates with Nancy Van Duyn, whose father also worked at the phone company. Her mother, Marilyn, and I got along well and this friendship continued for many years.

We celebrated Leonard’s birthday with various family members at the cabin out Canyon Creek where there were about 28 inches of snow.

There were nights of very little or often-interrupted sleep. “Rebecca was calling for me almost every hour last night.” And Jeff started waking up at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m. I’d do yard work—raking pine needles and picking up pine cones for as long as Rebecca kept entertained playing and then would stop. Jeff could nap in the backpack or sleep in the house. We found flowers that we hadn’t known were there since it was our first spring—crocuses and violets and others. She really seemed to like playing outdoors.

We attended Historical Society meetings—always interesting. I usually made refrigerator rolls to take to the potluck. Barbara Austin sometimes took care of the children and sometimes we got a sitter to come to the house. The February meeting was a history of the fire department, put on by Hap Miller.

One musical program we went to at the high school was put on by a group from Humboldt State. They sang Elizabethan songs, a self-composed opera, and folks songs. They had performed at the high school during the day and the evening program was sponsored by the Historical Society. Only about 30 people were there though. We went to a Trinity Player’s performance of Harvey.

Bob was spending some of his spare time working on the burglar alarm system for the new museum and he put an FM antenna up on our roof.

I got called to substitute at the high school several times. I didn’t have a high school credential but there weren’t a lot of subs available. This was when the high school was still down on Mill Street. The first time Barbara Austin came to our house to watch the children, bringing her two children with her. It was just for an afternoon: a typing class, reading and PE. The day before had been a vacation day for Washington’s birthday and apparently many decided to take Friday off as well because only about 40% of the students showed up. Afterwards the superintendent wasn’t sure I’d get paid because I didn’t have a high school credential. I got paid and eventually a provisional credential to sub.

Another time I substituted for a full day for Mr. Large– two U.S. History classes in the morning and two geography classes in the afternoon. I think this was the time I went to Austin’s with my sandwich and sat there holding a nursing baby with one hand, eating a sandwich with the other and trying to pay some attention to the big sister before heading back to school. I showed two movies. Jinx Fores and Beverly Forero were also subbing that day.

My parents came to visit after Jeff was born.

We made a few short trips out to the ranch to make sure the road was okay and to start up the generator for a while.

In spite of being our “town house” there were still maintenance problems that we hadn’t anticipated. The washing machine drained into a laundry tray and Bob put an attachment on the drain hose so I could attach a garden hose to it and drain the laundry water out into the yard. This meant a lot less water going into the septic tank and less sewage water in the ditch along the driveway, eliminating the bad smells outside every time I did a laundry.

I typed an application Bob was submitting to the health department for adding on a room even though we were connected to unapproved water (the ditch). Now I’m thinking they probably approved it because eventually there would be a good water system but maybe also because we were putting in a sewage system that would be healthier than an overflowing septic system.

We invited Florence and Leonard over for a birthday breakfast for her. The menu included hotcakes, bacon, scrambled eggs (with chives, mushrooms and creamed cheese and a dash of sherry), oranges soaked overnight in plum juice, coffee and milk. Ha! I probably haven’t put that much effort into a meal since! It makes me hungry reading this.

Florence and Alice took up jogging. (I have no memory of this and it’s wonderful to think about!).

We attended another Historical Society meeting that featured the Hoopa Indians (they demonstrated dances, songs; brought pottery and baskets). I mentioned that I’d like to have learned more about plants they used because I was planning a display for the new museum. At that same meeting Bob talked about the burglar alarm and also plans for smoke alarms. Afterwards we went to Austin’s to get the children and stayed for some time discussing Vietnam, which was to be the topic of Jim’s sermon the next day.

On another trip to the ranch, we were joined by the Ohdes, who had walked in from the gate. There were too many rocks on the road for their car. We gave them a ride in the back of our truck when it was time to go and ate hamburgers in Big Bar. On this trip we discovered that someone had shot the lock on the gate and jammed it. We used the phone company lock to get in.

Bob began to take a strong interest in the high school and was thinking about running for the school board. He began going to meetings.

“Ruth Dowdakin came up one afternoon and visited for a couple of hours. She was Hal Goodyear’s sister and lived in Berkeley. She had seven children, ages 4 ½ to a senior in college. She was much interested in the Indians of Northern California and wanted to help with our museum exhibit. She was very interested in the uniqueness of tiny tribes compared to the vast blocks of the Indians of the Eastern United States.”

A New Year Begins

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I’m struck, in reading these journals, by how diverse our lives were as we seemingly attempted to live about five lives in one—each. We were trying to earn a living (mostly Bob); maintain and build upon two residences; raise two small children; participate in community activities; make and enrich friendships; travel back and forth between the two properties; keep a food supply in both places; be part pioneer, part small town urban and very occasional big city dwellers. All of this would have been hard enough if everything went smoothly, but as we all know, there are frequent time-and-energy-consuming derailments in every life.

“Before Christmas (1967) we went to the Bay Area, two days after discovering we were out of water after a long cold spell. Bob got this straightened out at 6 o’clock the evening before we left (with Dave Ohde’s help). Doris took care of the kids that night while we went to a telephone company dinner.”

We stayed with friends in the Bay Area for a few days. One day I went with Bob and Ted to the college to feed some Indian grasshoppers that one of Ted’s graduate students was working with—studying the auditory nerves in connection with sounds the male makes to attract the female. The other days Bob went to campus every day with Ted and used the library. He also went to the USFS Experiment Station to talk about things they might need invented. I stayed in the house and Betsy and I did kid things—went to Mr. Mopp’s Toy and Book Store, took Sarah and Rebecca to a little park.

We came home by way of San Francisco so he could get some catalogs at Stacy’s and we stayed overnight in San Rafael with Barbara and Bruce Black. Bruce had been my boss at Crater Lake and we’d stayed in touch—actually was able to continue to see them after they retired here in Oregon in Corvallis. I was quite fond of them. They hadn’t changed a bit but their children were all teenagers and much different than when I’d known them at Crater Lake.

When we got to Weaverville we found about a foot of new snow on top of the other that was already there. Our driveway was blocked from snow plowed up by the plows. Bob walked up to the house and brought the truck down. We transferred children and luggage and made it back up the hill in 4-wheel drive. But there was no water until Bob could fix it the next morning. We spent Christmas visiting with various family members in town. January 8th we were out of water again. Bob hauled in jugs of water but by the 10th we’d moved in with Florence and Leonard and stayed several days. We’d had snow on the ground since November 29th.

On the 15th I wrote, “I’m so tired at night I ache–would love to go to bed earlier but can’t seem to. Stay awake during the day by keeping constantly busy and gulping coffee when I can. “

Bob finished his article for the Historical Society and the publication was printed. He was going to do the burglar alarm system for the new museum and was also staying up late drawing various house plans for additions to our house. Because we weren’t on an approved water system (we had a septic tank) we couldn’t build much at a time–also couldn’t because we couldn’t afford it. Moving with two children into a house occupied by a retired couple put a big strain on a small sewage system. We sometimes had a spring running down the gutter along the driveway. We were also trying to negotiate with our neighbors to put an underground line across their property to join the town system. We were right on the edge of the sewage district. He was also thinking about various things he could build in the electronic and laser fields as a sideline or go into full time. This also was keeping us up late.

I continued with the usual small children routine—breakfast, dishes, dressing Rebecca (who insisted on dressing herself), Jeff’s bath and food, etc. Painted the kitchen footstool and Rebecca’s box for standing on to reach the washbasin. By the 16th Bob could get in and out with the VW. By the 17th I could escape with the kids and go downtown to run errands, and go to Varney’s for doughnuts, coffee and lemonade, and go to the library.

“Johnson’s State of the Union message was on tonight—more interesting were the discussions (round-table variety, members of both parties) afterwards. Much discussion about Britain’s devaluation and whether we will lower the price of gold, etc. Also Viet Nam, of course. “

January 23rd-“Much of the news tonight was about North Korea’s capturing one of our “spy” ships. At the present time it looks as if the ship was in international waters. Reserve air force units are being called in.”

Bob went out to the ranch with Gene Miller to check on things. They walked in, kicking rocks out of the road.

While reading these words written so long ago, I’m reminded of how often my mother-in-law saved my life as a stressed-out parent of small children. She and Leonard were there for us when we ran out of water or had some emergency or just to take children for a few hours. One day in January, when we had a light snow, she called to ask whether I wanted to go for a walk with her. The children were down for their naps and Bob was home so of course I did! I drove the truck over and we took a brisk walk through falling snow up past Baglee’s and around by the powder house, about two inches of powder snow on ice further up. “It was very refreshing—the first walk I’ve taken in months just to be walking.” We stopped to see Aunt May in the hospital on the way back.

Two days later we got a foot of new powder snow. Bob and Wayne Lewis took the ski-do and tried to go up on Oregon Mt. to fix the microwave to Minersville but got bogged down. Bob brought Wayne home for lunch. We ran out of water again. A call to Moon Lee and he said he’d get someone working on it. Bob brought home five gallons of water so we could flush the toilet.

We had juncos, towhees, Stellars and scrub jays feeding on the porch. The next day a flock of varied thrushes showed up to eat orange berries on one of our bushes. The last day of January I saw a pair of sapsuckers and a nuthatch.

Horace Jones, whom I’ve said was wonderful with woodworking, had made a cradle for his daughter’s babies and we were able to use it with Jeff for a while. It was a work of art and dressed up whatever room it occupied. When a baby began to get close to sitting up though it could no longer be used or the occupant might rock right out of it. Each baby that used it had its name on the underneath. What a treasure for that family to have!

“The Korean situation still at pretty much of a stalemate. I often wonder what kind of world we’ve brought our children into. Thank goodness for living in the mountains—at least it offers rationality.”

After lunch on the 31st Bob took us downtown in the truck. He went to work and I took Rebecca and Jeff to Austin’s. Then I went to Florence and Leonard’s and did laundry and took a bath. Barbara gave Rebecca a bath. We picked up Bob and drove home He had chains on all four wheels and 4-wheel drive and still spun terribly.

The next day Rebecca and I slid in the snow for awhile. The sun was shining and it was warm. I took the clothes basket and slid down the slope in front of the house into the garden. I broke the bottom out of the basket so I got Jeff’s plastic bathtub for her and I used a dishpan. “Fun”!

New Arrival

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The “Junk Man” brought up 2 pelton wheels that Bob bought, with the long-range plan of putting them someplace in the creek and generating electricity. The larger one weighed about 2 tons. The other, though smaller, was even older. Both were cast iron. The cost was $50 for the big one plus $20 to haul it up to the ranch in a dump truck from Junction City. Bob had had to go down near the slide and take out some more dirt so they could get their truck around it.

When he brought them, around 7:30, Rebecca and I drove up by the orchard to watch the unloading process. I drove so we could watch from in the car, protected from all the mosquitoes. My notes indicate it was a bad mosquito year. When they dumped them out, between the first apple tree (a gravenstein) and the English walnut, the tailgate fell off their truck. Bob got the tractor and eventually they were able to get it back on.

A few odds and ends of information:
I discovered a greenback goldfinch nest in the maple tree, up near the top. I had heard the babies but thought it was some bird nesting in the orchard.

I got stung on my pregnant belly by a yellow jacket in the outhouse.

My mother called to say she couldn’t come down to help when the baby was born because her doctor said she was not well enough.

We moved into town toward the end of July to wait for our new arrival.
Our town home had a built-in phonograph and Bob was pleased to find that he still had some records stored in Florence & Leonard’s attic. He had thought maybe we’d given them away the Christmas where we gave everyone records (not a bad thing to do when you don’t have much money and want to give nice gifts!).

Rebecca and I discovered some Monarch Butterfly caterpillars on milkweed out in the backyard.

I did some cooking ahead—like making a double batch of chicken and freezing half, and making and freezing applesauce. Rebecca would be sleeping in an old iron-framed bed and I sanded some on that. I also made a little table and bench for her and painted them. Bob was still working on an article for the historical society and I typed up more of that. I kept cleaning things and doing laundry, worried that the baby would come and things would be unfinished. I enjoyed the flowers that Ruby had planted—gladiolas, roses. Hummingbirds fed from the silk tree flowers. We visited with Van Duyns, who were loaning us their bassinet.

“The water pressure got quite low and the water dirty. I walked up the hill to the reservoir. You can smell it from 50 feet away—not very appetizing. The pond looked dark and swampy, alders grow around it and there were frogs jumping in it.”

Let me describe our town water source. The water at the ranch came from a couple of clear, cold springs, running only a short distance before entering our waterlines. Here in Weaverville, our water came from West Weaver Creek via an open ditch, at least two miles long, that filled a pond a couple of hundred feet above our house and then continued from there around the hill where it provided water to other homes. Our intake from this pond was the lowest one so that, although we might not run out of water quite as soon as everyone else if the ditch sprang a leak, we got the thickest water.

There was a path all along the ditch and people walked and rode horses along this path. Our doctor, who lived further up the ridge, also got his water from this ditch and he told me one time, grinning, that it keeps you regular. We had slightly upset stomachs for the first six months and then no problem. Sometimes in the winter the ditch would spring a leak or would freeze and then volunteers would go fix it. Later on, Allen Young became the keeper of the ditch, He would hike the ditch and clear branches and reinforce various places. The excess water from the ditch ran down the hill a short distance into Allen and Bob Young’s duck pond along Oregon Street.

The ditch was called the Moon Lee Ditch. I think perhaps that Moon Lee, who was a well-known, longtime resident of Weaverville, had the water rights but don’t remember whether or not he received any funding for its use. If so perhaps that went to pay Allen to keep it up.

On the 19th of August we went to Kathleen Reagan’s wedding. When an usher politely asked when the baby was due and I said “last week” he quickly found a seat for me. The wedding was outdoors under a full moon.

About two weeks later, after buying jars for making pickles and getting cucumbers from Florence I decided to put the pickling off a day. That afternoon Bob wanted to talk to the USFS in Big Bar about Waldorff deeds but didn’t know whether I should go. I thought I might as well be down there counting minutes as at the house. So I wandered around with his watch and Rebecca while he was inside. At 5:30 we came home and I started dinner. By 7:00 it was time to call the hospital and they said to come in. I fed the two of them, had a few bites myself and then, since Florence and Leonard weren’t at home to take care of Rebecca, we called Austins. Jeffrey was born a few hours later. After a couple of days in the hospital we moved in with Florence and Leonard for several days and then moved to our own house.

The Roof 1963

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I came across these slides and thought I’d do a brief flashback to that first summer. Looking at these photos made me think that probably most people don’t take on this kind of project the first summer they are married. We waited two weeks and then plunged into it.
1. Pulling off the old roof.

2. Scaffolding to reach back roof.

3. A hoist to lift shingles to back roof.

4. Putting on the 2x4s

5. Foil–the pine boards (ceiling ) went on first but shows in a later photo.

6. Putting on pine boards for ceiling.

7.Shakes–kept damp. Note no lawn yet but ready for lawn.

8. Lawn side of roof finished.

9. Mostly overcame fear of heights–for awhile.

After the School Year, 1967

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Once school started I didn’t write in my journal until July 14th of 1967. We’d been out at the ranch for a little over two weeks. I don’t remember a whole lot from that preceding time of no journal entries. We were living in the Ohde’s house on Dockery Street during the school year. It was just right for our needs.

I do remember the first time I had to leave Rebecca when she was ill. She was crying. I was crying. Barbara later called the school to have them tell me she had gone to sleep shortly after I left.

It was a difficult year in some ways. I really enjoyed the teaching part of it and most of the children. Fifth grade is a great age—not little children any more, developing a keen sense of humor. I never thought I’d be teaching my nephew but Scott was one of my students! I also remember that, when I was hired, I was told by the principal that I wasn’t getting as much pay as the men because they had families to support. That’s the way it was then.

I’m sure we continued to spend many weekends out at the ranch—watering, mowing lawns, working on the road. So there was very little free time and lots of driving back and forth.

These were the two horses we had at the ranch for a couple of months the summer we were first married.

That spring we decided to buy a house in town and purchased a one-bedroom/one-bath house from Bob and Ruby Ocock, who were moving to Paradise. It had a view toward some hills, and was warm and cozy. They had done a lot of the work on it themselves, building rooms with cedar walls, and there was a rock fireplace. We decided that the one bedroom would be for children until we could add more rooms and that our bed would be in the living room. Bob Ocock was a retired teacher and also a former roller-skating champion (with winner’s cups on the shelves in their living room.). Ruby hybridized iris. I don’t remember what she did in addition, but the front yard was filled with lovely iris flowers. She left a multitude of little jars in the house with various labels on them related to her work. So now our trips into town sometimes included unpacking a few things there or doing some watering.

By the end of the year I’d pretty much decided that teaching and raising my own children was probably not something I wanted to do. Those who were able to do that were amazing, in my opinion. My daughter really wanted me in the evening when she was tired, and I was tired, and I’d be fixing dinner with her arms wrapped around my legs. Also I was pregnant with our second child, due in mid-August.

At the ranch, I’d fallen into a routine of up at 5:45 to fix breakfast and see Bob off; wash the dishes, make the bed; usually go for a short walk with Rebecca. I’d read to her four or five times a day. I didn’t get much done in the afternoons. We had a small garden with peas, lettuce, squash, cucumber and tomatoes and Bob had built a fence around it for me, keeping out the deer and our daughter.

Oh, and we had a telephone on the wall! Beige. Bob got it in just before we moved back there. It was a party line, meaning that each household on the line had their own distinctive rings—two long and one short, or whatever. And there was now a toilet upstairs but not yet usable. It was attached though and a pipe buried under the lawn leading toward where the septic tank would go after perc tests.

Bob had been working on an article about Big Bar history for the Historical Society off and on all winter and the previous weekend we had gone over to the Pattison Cemetery in Big Bar. There was only one headstone, a plaque and a bunch of mounds with rocks there. Sort of sad. I was typing his work as he got parts of it written.

“Walked up to the garden with Rebecca to eat a few peas fresh off the vine! The grapes along the outer edge of the orchard look as if we might have some this year.”

One day I scraped out a more weed-free path to the washing machine in the cellar and did a couple of batches of laundry. Then Rebecca and I drove down to Waldens’ and visited for about an hour. It seemed important for us both to get some social activities now and then. She got to pet a rabbit and a chicken. From there we went to Big Bar Station for a hamburger, then home for naps for both of us.

The “new” house needed a new refrigerator but we could use the chest freezer that was set into the floor in the kitchen. The washing machine that they left there was a wringer-washer and we would use that. There was also a laundry tray, which I came to appreciate for all of its many possible uses over the years, from a place to wash hair to a place to cool a watermelon.

One day at the ranch I fixed lunch and a thermos of milk to carry over to an oak tree by the fence across from the house. I told Rebecca we were going to have a picnic. She looked in the paper lunch-bag and asked, “Where picnic?”

Summer Comes to a Close 1966

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The afternoon we arrived at Ohanapecosh (Mt. Rainier National Park), we took a 3-mile round trip hike to Silver Falls, then drove to Tipsoo Lake and back. The next day we drove up to Paradise (I’d been there when I worked at Crater Lake and several of us took a road trip). Flowers were quite lovely where we hiked a short distance up a paved path. We took our lunch and ate at the Visitor Center, “ a huge monstrosity that’s completely out of place. It looks like a lady’s straw hat that got sat on. The interior isn’t bad but the exterior is awful. A blob on the landscape.”
(This picture of Rebecca was taken at Mt. Rainier with its wonderful flowers.)
The day after that was my brother Ben’s day off and we ate lunch at a small lake at Sunrise; then hiked three miles round-trip to Clover Lake. Saw and heard conies and saw several marmots. The last day we followed my sister-n-law (Jan) to a ranch near Packwood where we spent some time looking at Morgan-Arab horses. She drove back home and we continued south on our journey that included a brief stop in Oregon City to see friends of my parents and then on to Gresham, Oregon to stay overnight with Gene Richards, a relative of Bob’s, who raised blackberries commercially. This was such a busy household that we didn’t get much sleep so the next day just traveled a short distance to Newport, where we had a wonderful room with an ocean view and a Franklin stove.

From there we went on down the coast with a stop at Sea Lion Caves. Turned inland at the Ft. Dick turnoff; swam a little in the Smith River, where Rebecca ran on the sand; looked for a motel in Gasquet and ended up at a motel in Crescent City. Continuing south we stopped at Prairie Creek State Park, where I had worked two summers during college. We hiked over to Fern Canyon, four miles. I hadn’t remembered it taking so long and when we reached the beach we tried to find a ride back from other visitors.

The naturalist on duty there gave us half a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich for Rebecca and found a ride for us, although our ride providers stopped to pick up driftwood for a fire so it probably took as long as if we’d walked back. The naturalist had worked for the U.S. Forest Service in the Angeles National Forest for 10 years and knew my brother Peter.

The next day we were back at the ranch and I picked apples and canned two quarts of applesauce. That week I picked more gooseberries and, after cooking and straining them put the juice in the refrigerator, fixing the jelly that night. The generator wasn’t producing enough electricity to keep the light bright so I kept turning the light off and on and using candles.

While Bob was in town the next day, working on the Riordan’s stereo, I showed Rebecca how to run in and out of the sprinkler. By now I also had a key to my classroom and was starting to work on some school things.

Another day I spent several hours at school and took Aunt May and Aunt Nell (Bob’s great aunts) some gooseberry jelly. I also took some to Martha Costa and visited with her for a couple of hours. She gave us some tomatoes, squash, and more, plus giving me some good ideas on canning and freezing.

A last minute discovery was that wild plums were growing near the house at the ranch and I made plum jam.

Toward the end of August we had the Woods out for dinner—Helen and Herb, Sophie (Helen’s sister), Sophie’s niece Rebecca, and Bierget (sp?) and exchange student from Denmark. We made a table by balancing some boards, from the brick and board bookcase, to the card table. I think that bookcase had been in my apartment when I first moved to Weaverville. There was plenty to eat. We gave Bierget the rattles from the rattlesnake.

Speaking of rattlesnakes– “Last night, as I was coming out of the outhouse, I heard the rustle of rattlesnake rattles on the rocks. Bob had left a shovel in the sand pile by the cement mixer so I held the light in one hand and chopped the snake with the other, while also yelling for Bob who was already in bed but who came downstairs.” It was those rattles we gave to our visitor.

August 22nd: I started freezing peaches from our little tree (I remember being impressed that this small tree could produce so many delicious peaches) and made blackberry jelly. By the end of the summer we had 75 pints of frozen peaches. We heard coyotes at 8 a.m. that morning

“Bob and I went to a meeting in Junction City this evening on the dams to be built. We thought people were rude and not sticking to the subject and left around 10. Others felt the speaker was entirely at fault. A local realtor made an idiot of himself. “ After all this time I’m assuming the arguments were for and against the dam and whether or not it would destroy property without sufficient compensation, and/or enrich those who would have property along the reservoir.

“Went to Redding with Nancy and Florence. We shopped for material and patterns at Dickers and I bought some very expensive shoes ($17.00). They fit very well, are nice looking and should last a long time. Guilt pangs though. Also bought some gold corduroy for a jumper for myself and some reversible quilted material for one for Rebecca. We went to the museum at Redding Park for about 15 minutes to see some watercolor paintings one of Florence’s instructors had on exhibit. Poor Florence—that’s the main reason she went down.” I hadn’t remembered that I’d made clothes for myself that I actually wore!

We ate dinner in Big Bar and while we were there Senator Randolph Collier came in and we were introduced. “My general impression was of a big, pompous, slob with a shock of white wavy hair.” Can you be sued for slander after all these years?

(This photo is of Chris and Frank Hadley who were hired to live out at the ranch before we moved from the Bay Area–they did a lot of work and took care of the place and loved it.)

Froze 14 pint of peaches one day and 15 another. Bob took them to put in Florence’s freezer.

So busy–hemming old dresses for school, schoolwork needing to be done.

Florence, Leonard, Nancy, David, Robin, Noel, Kathleen and Freckles (the dog) came out for dinner. David helped Bob unload the generator. (Must have been a new one). Bob had spent the morning leveling the ground and fixing a place for the exhaust. I chipped ice for the ice cream and got dinner on the table. Nancy and Florence cleaned up most of the dishes—we used paper plates, which helped—before they left.

“The generator gives us bright lights. I can run the vacuum cleaner, etc. Very nice for sitting up after dinner when the baby is in bed to do school work! It goes on when you pull the light switch, while before we had to turn it on at the generator. “

“We saw a bear go across the top of the meadow this morning. It stood up to sniff the air. “

I drove to Big Bar and bought 25 pounds of sugar. Picked blackberries along the road on the way home. Also elderberries. Froze some blackberries and made jam from the rest. Sorted and froze the elderberries. (this photo of the house was taken by the Danish foreign exchange student who came for dinner with the Woods)

Spent a full day in teachers’ meetings and another working in the classroom, mostly on bulletin boards.

My last entry for nearly a year: “After dinner and dishes I picked the rest of the peaches off the tree by the lilac. I canned three pints, made a large baby-food jar of jam from leftovers. The pears I picked are ripening and I froze five boxes of them. Bob has gone to bed. I’ve cleaned up the fruit remains, am writing in this and am also going to bed now.”