Posted by: patwogan | November 16, 2017

My Life in Bits and Pieces

As you know I have been worried about repeating myself in my blog.  Today my son and daughter gave me some writing prompts so I can continue.

One of them was to write about how I got my name and whether it has any significance.  I know my parents had been married for quite some time before I was born.  l know the;y played cards with a couple from Dad’s work.  The wife was Latino and after I was born I loved to hear her talk.  I loved her accent.  Mom used to tell the story about her and Mom told it in her accent.  Anyway the story was that she would repeatedly ask Mom, “Beulah, when you going to have babies?”  Mom was twenty-six when I was born.  So I guess that was pretty old for that time.

I was born at home.  My Mom had two doctors.  Dr. Ellison and my grandfather’s brother Dr. Hudiburg.  He was known in our family as Uncle Doc..  I was born on New Year’s Eve at home.  I weighed eleven pounds and my Mom was five foot two and very petite.  I would imaging a home birth was not easy and especially since I was such a big baby.  Mom said they kept telling her to push and she didn’t know what that meant.  She said later that if they had told her to grunt like she was having a bowel movement she would have known what to do. She finally said Dr. Ellison put his elbow in her belly and pushed down.  That made her so mad that she finally got with it and had me.  I really don’t know how long the birth took, but I imagine knowing the circumstances it was a difficult birth.

My middle name is spelled Joan, but is pronounced Jo-Ann.  I was named after a second cousin on my Dad’s side.  The name Patricia came from somewhere I don’t know where.   I was called Patty Jo,    The folks had a dog named Patsy.  So when I was little, I told people I was named after a dog.  I loved Patsy and she was very special to me.  She was a collie dog that looked like Lassie.  I am sitting here with tears in my eyes remembering her.  I shared my cookies with her and she would run with me around the house until I stopped and then she would knock me down and lick my face.

When I was ten years old two of my older friends from church and I went down to the pond at the railroad trestle.  Ollie Bullock lived across the railroad and he was a butcher who raised cattle and sheep.  While we were there Patsy went up on top of the railroad tracks to look around.  Ollie Bullock had been losing some of his lambs to predators.  He saw Patsy up there and decided she must be the killer of his sheep.  He shot her.  The bullet went through her jaw.  She came running down to me.  I, in turn, ran home screaming all the way.  My Dad went back and carried her home.  She was dead.  I think Mom went to Ollie’s and confronted him.  She made him look in Patsy’s mouth.  She reminded him that a sheep killing animal will have wool between their teeth.  Ollie Bullock cried and apologized profusely.

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Posted by: patwogan | November 16, 2017

Kindergarten Rhythm Band

When I was in Kindergarten at Riley School I was a member of the Rhythm Band.  We had uniforms and everything.  The leader of the band was Danny Anselmo.  I have written about him previously.  He was the boy who was with David Fackler when they played with matches in the loft of Danny’s garage and David was killed in the fire they accidentally started.  Back to the band, David was the leader and he had a fancier uniform than the rest of us.  I had a major crush on him.  Our uniforms consisted of white pants and skirts, white shirts and blouses, a purple satin cape, and a purple satin cap.  Our caps had a thing on the front which was supposed to be like a pom pom only it was made of satin.

The instruments in the band were: sticks which were hit together, blocks covered in sand paper which were rubbed together, triangles which were hit with a mallet, and cymbals. I played the cymbals but I wished I played the blocks as I didn’t think the cymbals were very important.  I guess they were as there were only two or three of us who played them.  Danny had a baton which he waved to keep us in time.

I don’t know whether we played along to recorded music or whether we just used our percussion instruments to make “music”.  We played for our parents in the auditorium and also in the kindergarten room.  The auditorium was a large room surrounded by classrooms.  I imagine that when we performed in the auditorium the other classes attended.

The music time at Riley was once a week when music was played through the intercom.  It was introduced by Walter Damrosh who always gave a little speech about the music before he played it.  I have no idea who Walter Damrosh was but I guess he must have been someone important in music.

I have somewhere a picture of the Kindergarten Band with the names of all the people written on the back by my mother.  I was an only child at the time so she had time to do things like that.

I can imagine how we sounded but I know we felt very professional in our uniforms making “music”.

Posted by: patwogan | November 16, 2017

George’s Model T

My cousin George was raised by my Grandma and Grandpa Hudiburg.  After Grandpa died we moved across the road from Grandma in Great-Grandma’s house.  This made me closer to George than all the other cousins.  He and my Dad were more like brothers than uncle and nephew.  George’s Mother had died when he was born and I guess at that time a single Dad didn’t raise a child alone.  Anyway, Uncle Leo lived in Manhattan where he taught at Kansas State University.  Grandma and Grandpa loved George and since he was ten years older than I, my Mom also  took care of him.

When George was in high school, he bought or acquired some way or another a Model T Ford.  Fred Chilcoat was a friend of his from church and they would both drive/ride in the car.  Fred Chilcoat was also going with cousin Naomi MaGee at the time and they subsequently got married.

I don’t know how a Model T worked, but I know there was some way you could advance the spark or something on the steering wheel.  It did have to be cranked to start and you had to be careful doing that or it would kick back and could break your arm.  Anyway when you retarded something and advanced something else you could make it run very slowly.  The thing I remember is Fred and George driving it up Grandpa’s driveway–a very long driveway.  They would get it started and then driver and passenger got out and changed places while it was running.  Kind of like a Chinese fire drill if you get the picture.

I don’t know where Grandma and Grandpa were  when this was going on, but I bet they weren’t  happy about it.  I sounds kind of unsafe to me and it probably was.

Fred and George both enlisted after high school and Fred was in the Navy.  George ended up in the Ar;my and fought in the Battle of the Bulge.  He was wounded severely in that battle and it  somewhat changed his life.

I loved George and he is and was my very favorite cousin.  He and I have always been very close, but as I remember he never gave me a ride in the Model T.  He might have offered, but my Mom probably wouldn’t let me do it.    She never did let me do fun stuff–whine, whine.

Posted by: patwogan | November 15, 2017

Whoops

I started blogging again this week and after I wrote two or three blogs, I realized I was telling the same stories I had told years ago.  I guess that is what comes from growing old  .  The memories although still important are not interesting if told two or three times.  I am going to have to read through the printed blogs and make sure I don’t keep repeating myself.  So it may take a few weeks before I start again, or perhaps I will just blog some thoughts that are presently in my mind.  Please be patient with me and know that I just want you all to know how much I love you.

Posted by: patwogan | November 14, 2017

The Automobile Accident

My parents always drove older cars.  However, one time my Dad came home with a new Oldsmobile.  I was really little, probably two or three.  The car was green and that is about all I remember about it.  I do know that it was the first new car we ever had.

We had gone to Uncle Dayton and Aunt Bess’ house that Sunday after church to eat and play cards.  We kids played outside and as always when the cousins got together we had a good time.

Aunt Bess’ house was at the top of a hill on Highway 75.  I think that probably contributed to the accident.  We left after supper and as we lived north on 75, Dad pulled out of the driveway to make a left turn.  As he pulled onto the highway a car came from the north driving the speed limit and hit us broadside.  I was sitting on my mother’s lap and must have been sleeping because I remember nothing of the impact.  I was thrown from the car.  My mother and father were both quite seriously injured.  The neighbors and Uncle Date and Aunt Bess came running to the accident site.  They couldn’t find me.  The car had been thrown to the opposite ditch from the driveway.  They searched and searched for me and finally found me under the fender of the car.  I don’t know whether I was still asleep or had been knocked unconscious.  We were all three  taken to the hospital.  I had eaten fried potatoes with homemade catsup for supper.  When we got to the hospital, apparently I started throwing up catsup.  This caused the nurses to think I might have internal injuries.  The only injury I had was a cut on my little toe.  I do still have a scar to remind me of the accident.  One weird thing is that I was wearing sandals and they never did find one of them.  The car was totaled.  The wreck was written about in the local paper.  The car was one of those that people came and looked at and marveled that anyone had survived.  The Oldsmobile was a heavy car and that may be one reason we were not killed.

They kept me in the hospital overnight for observation.  Both my parents were injured bad enough that it was several weeks before they were dismissed.  One of the family stories which has been repeated is that when I was dismissed from the hospital I complained that, “they hadn’t given me anything to eat, not even any ‘lick-woods'”.  I honestly don’t know where I stayed while Mom and Dad were in the hospital.  There were little stories in the local paper that told how they were improving.

The next memories I have is that Mom and Dad and I were staying in the little house in Independence that I loved.  I loved it partly because it had a basement and partly because it had a sidewalk I could ride my tricycle on.  While we were there Aunt Anna came to visit with her boyfriend.  He drove a blue Rolls Royce convertible.  Can’t you just imagine the buzz that caused in Independence.  Three things stand out in my mind from that visit.  One, Mom made me say “The Crooked Mouth Family” and she started laughing so hard she had to leave the room because it made her broken ribs hurt to laugh.  The other was that Aunt Anna introduced us to Italian Dressing and used a pepper mill on it.  I complained and she said in her New York accent, “you must have gotten a lump of pepper”.  The third thing is that we went to Caldwell Drug Store and had curb service.  When they brought the ice cream cone, it was one of the flat bottomed kind.  Aunt Anna, again in her New York accent said, “we ordered an ice cream cone,, not a bucket”.   I really think Aunt Anna had something to prove to the people of Independence.  As I have been working on my genealogy, I have discovered that she was married to one of the DeMotts.  She divorced him and went to New York.  When she came back in a Rolls Royce she was basically thumbing her nose at Montgomery County.

I have digressed.  We never again had a brand new car.  I did get to ride in a Rolls Royce although at the time it did’t impress me as much as it should have.

As I reread this I am reminded that this again was one time I was in God’s hands and he protected me from harm.

Posted by: patwogan | November 14, 2017

Grandma Greer

After my mother’s mom died, Grandma Greer (at that time Grandma Metz) moved into her son’s house to take care of the kids.  Mom was only eight years old and Dale was a few years younger.  Savoy at that time was a teen-ager. but wasn’t old enough to take care of the family.  My Grandma Greer did what any grandmother would do and picked up the mantle of caring.

Her son, my grandfather Metz was a mean person.  My mother told me later that she thought her mother had died after having a miscarriage because he wouldn’t take her to a doctor.  I think he was older than my grandmother, although I am not sure about that.  I just know that Mom said he was mean.  She loved her brother Savoy  because she said he had taken beatings that were meant for her.  He drank heavily and the more he drank the meaner he became.   I think my Grandma Greer knew the children were in jeopardy and for that reason she moved into the house to protect them from him.

For this reason, Mom loved her dearly.  Mom left home when she was about thirteen and went to live with a family in Independence.  She kept house for them, cooked, and took care of their children.  This allowed her to continue her schooling at Montgomery County High School.  This is a period in her life that she talked little about and I didn’t ask her questions like I wish I had.  Now that she is gone, I wish I knew more about that time in her life.

Grandma Metz had three children, Jessie, Anna, and Walt.  Her husband died and she married David Greer.  She moved to Independence.  I think Aunt Anna bought her a house there.  I loved the house she lived in and we did spend a few weeks living with her after my parents’ automobile accident.  (I will cover that in more detail in another blog.)

After David Greer died, Grandma Greer spent some time living with us on the farm across from Grandma Hudiburg.  These two grandmas were kind of a bone of contention between Mom and Dad as you can imagine.  They had both had their own homes and were used to doing things “their” way.  Grandma Hudiburg spent quite a bit of time at our house.  I loved both of these Grandmas and was really fortunate to have them in my life.  I do remember one of them telling me that she used to like doing dishes with her mother.  That was one job I did not like.  My thought, although unspoken, was that she was so old she probably didn’t remember that.  I wasn’t the sweetest little girl at that time….not bad, just sassy.

Grandma Greer taught me how to play Pitch.  We played draw Pitch.  I don’t remember whether it was four point or ten point.  As I look back on it, she must have been desperate for someone to play cards with to attempt two-handed draw Pitch with me.  I was smart enough, but I didn’t know the fine points of the game.  She also taught me to play solitaire.  The game of choice in my family was Pinochle..  Uncle Dayton and Aunt Bess would come over Sunday night for a game of Pinochle.  The grown-ups played and the kids watched.  Sometimes we would get to sit by someone and be their helper.  Grandma was always very patient with us even though we slowed the game down a little bit.  I loved being her helper.

Grandma Greer also taught me how to fish.  There was a pond under a railroad trestle northwest of our house.  I think it may have been on our property (actually the railroad easement) but I am not sure.  I know we walked through the pasture to the pond.  Kurt asked me if we walked down the railroad tracks.  I don’t believe we did.  Anyway we would take worms which we dug from the back yard and two cane poles.  They had hooks, sinkers, and bobbers on them.  We fished for whatever bit the worms.  It seems to me that we caught mostly little perch.  Grandma would clean and cook them and they were quite good.  They had to be eaten with a slice of bread so if you got a bone, the bread would go around it and keep you from choking.  Anyway that was what Grandma said.

I was very young at that time and believed whatever Grandma said.  While we were fishing I would sometimes get bored and fidgety.  She told me that if the tip of my pole got in the water, the fish would see it and know we were there and would not bite anymore.  She also told ;me that if a turtle bit you, it wouldn’t let go until it thundered.  Snakes, on the other hand, wouldn’t let go until the sun went down.  I believed Grandma and did not mess with turtles or snakes.  Now you might say that my Grandma lied to me.  I don’t know that she did and I certainly have never tested out any of these Grandmaisms.  I still stay my distance from snakes and have spent many afternoons shooting turtles.

I really don’t know how long Grandma Greer lived with us.  I don’t recall her death or funeral  I wish my memories of her were stronger.  I do know she thought you couldn’t survive the day unless you started it with a “bowl of oats” .  She was adamant about that and later we found that Walter was allergic to oats and was one of those people who shouldn’t start the day that way.

Grandma Greer was more easy going than Grandma Hudiburg.  I loved them both even though they were different.  i can’t remember Grandma Greer ever hugging me.  I am sure she did.

I do recall one incident that happened while she was living with us.  I have a vivid mind picture of it.  My Grandpa Metz had come to visit.  I was standing in the kitchen with Grandma.  I even remember the pattern of the kitchen linoleum;  It was gray, red, and black with a geometric pattern.  I was just standing there listening to them talk.  She said, “Walt why do you always have to be drinking when you come to see me”.  I remember nothing else about the conversation.  I just thought that was strange.  I know I always thought my Grandpa Metz smelled funny, but I didn’t think much of it.

I remember Grandpa Metz’ death..  I don’t believe I attended his funeral which was in Wichita where he lived at the time.  His wife whose name I think was Alvie spent all the money he had on his funeral service.  He died outside a bar in Wichita where he had gotten into a fight with someone.  He fell and hit his head on the curb and died.  That’s all  I know about his death.

I think at the time he died, Grandma Greer was already dead.  I hope so.  He had caused her enough grief in her lifetime.  I really think Mother had written him off long before this.  I guess you would say his death was Karma.

Posted by: patwogan | November 12, 2017

A New Writer In The Family

Tonight I took time to re-read an English assignment of my granddaughters.  It was an eye-opener.  I had read it before, but apparently I was either tired when I read it or I was not as aware of the talent she had.  It is masterful writing and she was only a junior in high school when she wrote it.  She is now a junior at Oklahoma State University.  Her major is English and I think she is planning on becoming a writer.  Her professor recently told her she has a real writing talent.  I would definitely agree with him/her.

Her mother is a talented writer and her aunt is a free-lance writer/photographer who has a blog entitled Dine and Dish.  She has been the key-note speaker at several blog events.

When I finished reading Kennedy’s essay, I immediately called her to congratulate her on her talent.  I told her she needs to keep writing.  The difference between a successful writer (besides the talent) and one who is less successful is discipline.  I urged her to write every day.  I guess I haven’t been a very good example lately as I have lacked the discipline to write in my blog every day.  Sometimes just putting words down on a blank piece of paper is enough to trigger ideas.

I hope she will take my advice to heart and keep on writing.  I have asked her to send me examples of her writing as I am very interested in reading them.

I am so lucky to have so many wonderful grandchildren. They are all going in different career directions, but all are unique.

Posted by: patwogan | November 2, 2017

Some not So Pleasant Memories

In my last blog post I mentioned my folks divorce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my last blog I mentioned my parents divorce.  I had just completed the eighth grade at Peebler School.  I had taken the county test and scored high enough that I was named Salutatorian of Montgomery County.  I missed being Valedictorian by 2/5 of a point.  My parents were very proud of me and  I gave a speech at the eighth grade commencement exercises.

It was soon after that that I found out my parents were divorcing.  My father had fallen in love with a woman he worked with at Sinclair.  My mother was devastated. She had stayed at home a worked very hard raising a garden, milking the cows, raising chickens which she cleaned and sold to the little store in town.  In other words, she was not in the same league as the woman dad worked with.  Her self esteem was in shreds as a result of this situation.  As I look back on it I think dad always had a roving eye.  He was, however, deeply committed to the woman he had fallen in love with.  I think she was the love of his life.   He married her and they were happily married for many years.  She became my step-mother.  It took me many years to realize that my mother and dad should probably not have been married in the first place.  Mother was a very strong woman.  This is evident in the fact that she left home after the eighth grade and moved into Independence where she got a job as a housekeeper with a family for board and room so she could continue her education.  She graduated from high school and then went on to the junior college.  It was there that she ;met my dad.  They married and lived in a little house in the country..   After I was born she stayed home with me while dad went to work at Sinclair   She had as much education as he did, but at that time mothers stayed home and took care of the family.  I think they were happy while we lived in the little house across from Glencliff Dairy.

We lived there until Grandpa Hudiburg died.  Then we moved to the house across the road from Grandma so we could take care of her.  I think that when we moved there it put a strain on their marriage.  I know that at one time my mother’s Grandma moved in with us.  So we had my Dad’s Mother and my Mother’s Grandmother living basically with us.  That caused a little bit of controversy as both of these Matriarchs were used to being in their own homes and being in charge.  I would go over to Grandma’s house at night and sleep at her house so she wouldn’t be alone.  I became very close to Grandma because of this.  I just don’t think you can have three women in the same house without a few (or many) arguments.  My bedroom was above my parents and when I was home sleeping there, I would hear them quietly arguing.

I realize that I have really rambled in this blog post, but it was hard to write this and I promise I will have things better organized next time.

 

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Posted by: patwogan | November 1, 2017

It Has Been Too Long

For some reason or other I got lazy.  I have intended to write more than I have.  I need to get organized and start writing every day.  I don’t know what age my  memories stop on, but I know one I don’t think I have shared.

When we lived own the farm I had a calf of my very own.  That doesn’t mean I had to care for it, it just means that it was mine..  It was a little white-faced calf.  It was a heifer.  I used try to ride her and she always bucked me off.  She lived in the little pen that had a small shed on it.  It also had green grass which I think was wheat.  Anyway I really loved her but was never  as close to her as I was to the dogs and cats.

When the folks got a divorce, they had a farm sale and sold all the livestock.  My calf was sold to the man that used to haul cattle to Joplin to the stockyards.  I remember his first name was Dan.  Anyway when I found out that Dan had bought my calf, I just knew it was going to the stockyards to be butchered.  I had a bawling fit.  I just kept crying until Dad bought the calf back.  I know he had to pay three dollars more for it than Dan did..  I thought that was really nice of my dad.  To be honest, I don’t know what happened to the calf after that.  I am sure Dad sold it to someone else.  The thing that I now realize is that he not only had to pay three dollars more for it, but he had to pay the commission for having it sold the first time.  If I had used my head, I would have known that a heifer calf wouldn’t be sold for butchering.

The divorce was actually the end of my innocent childhood.  The sale of my calf was only  the beginning of a very difficult time in my life.

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Posted by: patwogan | February 20, 2017

On the Inside Looking Back

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Where have I been these last few months?  Why haven’t I been posting?  It’s because I couldn’t find my site.   Now that I have found it I want to tell you a story.

When I was eleven or so I’m not really sure of what my age was, Barnum and Bailey’s circus came to town.  At that time they traveled by train.  My Dad took me to the depot to see them unload.  First they unloaded the elephants because they used them to set up the tents.  I remember the elephants pulled on the ropes which were attached to the canvas tents.  There was a lot of yelling and general noise by their handlers.  I don’t believe they were abusing the animals but they did use long sticks with hooks on the end to move them. Maybe if I was the elephant, I would feel I was being abused.  After they set up the tents, they unloaded the other wild animals.  I especially remember tigers and lions.  I wasn’t too impressed with them as we had a zoo in Independence that had lions and tigers in it as well as monkeys and bears.

We couldn’t afford to go to the circus as it was very expensive.  We did go back that night and looked at the people who were going to perform in the side shows.  I was especially intrigued by the sword swallower.  The ladies all wore beautiful costumes and it was generally a glamorous scene.  I decided that when I grew up I would travel with the circus and become sword swallower.

The next day I practiced sword swallowing.  I got a dull kitchen knife and tipping my head back just like the circus sword swallower had done, I put the knife down my  throat;.  That is , I tried to put the knife down my throat.  I did just fine until my gag reflex kicked in.  That ended my career as a sword swallower.  What a disappointment!  No glamorous costumes, no traveling about the country, no circus career!  Another dream dashed because of my lack of ability.  At that age disappointment doesn’t last too long so I would just have to dream of some other occupation.

This year marked the end of Barnum and Bailey’s circus, but I believe the beginning of the end came when they no longer travelled by rail.  Kert and I took Kristen and Jacob to the circus when a company gave Kert tickets.  The elephants paraded by and the horse riders performed stunts, but I believe Jacob liked the motorcycles in the round cages.  That was a pretty good show by itself.

 

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