Rural Women ... Rural Stories

Pat started her story with, “Since my daughter died, my life has been different.” After a pause she changed the topic: Having a very small family can be incredibly sad. When my dad died, I had this revelation that now nobody knows about my childhood. I was an only child, and when I asked my dad why they didn’t have other kids, he said he was afraid another child would kill … [Read more...]

I was born and raised in the small town of Oakland, Nebraska. It was 1250 population and hasn’t grown since then. I had two brothers: One ten years older and one seven years older. I was the first one to be born in a hospital. I was a nuisance to my brothers. They were mean to me, and I didn’t like them at all until I was grown. They said I was spoiled, and I probably was. I … [Read more...]

August 1982 Harvest was over. There were things to do, but nothing as hectic as June and July had been. Most days I had time to take a walk from the house to the Baseline Road (a half mile) then east on the Baseline another half mile and then back to the house. A leisurely two-mile walk. At least, most days it was leisurely. One afternoon I set out walking and talking to … [Read more...]

I was the youngest of six kids, and I have a twin sister. I grew up around cattle in a small town of 800 people. I knew everyone and could count on neighbors for anything. My grandma lived up the road, and we could always go to her when we ran out of sugar, hairspray, or even toilet paper. The closest store was thirty miles away, and once a month Mom planned a trip to … [Read more...]

Born in 1930, I grew up on a farm near Marsh, Montana with two younger brothers. I did what most young people did; chores and milked cows.  During WWII, when I was in my teens, help was hard to come by, and I was driving and working in the fields when I was thirteen. I thought nothing of it. I’ll never forget, I was hauling a load of wheat to town, and on the way home, as I … [Read more...]

When I was little, my parents moved from Tribune, KS, where I was born, to Alamosa, CO, and then to Texas. In Alamosa, my dad went to school, and my parents had two more children.  My mom’s brother was a cattle buyer, and he knew of a feed-truck driver job in Burlington, CO, so we loaded up and moved to a farm 15 miles south of Burlington, in the middle of nowhere.  It was a … [Read more...]

Raised on a farm was the best way a kid could grow up. I loved animals.  I had twenty-four cats, an outside dog, inside poodle, a goat named Lucy, a horse named Bally, cows, chickens, geese, and an occasional rabbit we would catch. Every day I was able to see my grandpa and grandma, with my dad, for coffee. I could also ride the three-wheeler whenever I wanted. I learned how … [Read more...]

       You can still see them, though they have become few and far between. Dotting the landscapes of farm yards, and even in some residential areas not governed by HOA’s.  It would seem that they have become frowned upon by those that do not care to see the neighbor’s laundry hanging in the breeze to dry by the warm sun.  Of course, I am talking about the clothesline.  Growing … [Read more...]

Ready to be 75, it is hard to recollect which story would be most interesting. I would be almost four when Cindy was born, and I knew I needed to be loved by somebody. I needed differentiation from my younger sister. That has followed me most of my life. I never felt loved by Mommy. That’s not to say she didn’t love me, but I never felt love. A lot of the baggage she loaded … [Read more...]

I graduated in 1946 and began teaching at Victory School (called Fight School before WW11). School opening was delayed until October because it was the year Polio was so bad. I had whooping cough the first year as did many of the students. The board wanted to close the school, but I told them we all had it, so why not go to school. We just had a whooping good time. I was … [Read more...]

I was born in 1927 in a two room house south of Akron, CO. It was a Sunday morning. My grandmother and Dr. Adams were there. My full maiden name is Erma Louise Graves, but I go by Louise. I was named after my aunt Erma. Two years later my brother Harold was born. Another brother, Donald, was born when I was ten, and a sister Velma, when I was sixteen.  I started first grade … [Read more...]

"Well, good night nurse!" "Well, for peat’s sake!" My grandma had a twinkle in her eye, and she added joy to our lives.  I have treasured childhood memories of grandma, most of them funny because that is how she was.  She told embarrassing stories about herself. She was a great storyteller. Like the time she swerved to miss hitting a cat, with the car ending up on the side … [Read more...]

When I was a little girl, I didn’t do typical girl stuff. I went on adventures with my little brother. My dad worked for the Department of Wildlife, and we lived on several wildlife refuges. Those years deeply developed my love of animals and Mother Nature. My little brother was two years younger than I, and two sisters came when I was six and eight. When I was young, I had … [Read more...]

I did see my mother again. I found her and brought her into my home, but she had lost her mind, and I had to admit her to an institution. I never heard what happened to my father. In Breslau, I lived on the fifth floor of an abandoned building. I also had a friend. She lived on the second floor of a different building, and when I wanted to see her, I stood on the street and I … [Read more...]

I was born in Breslau, Germany, on February 22, 1928. My mother was kind, and never laid a hand on me.  She made a braid with her long curly black hair and wrapped it around the crown of her head. My father was a representative for a machine company, traveled, and was seldom home. He was very strict. If I made a mistake, he would hit me on the side of my head or pull down … [Read more...]