After their meal the women
were busy cleaning off the table and washing dishes.
These are such lovely
dishes, Zona. Mrs. Stanton could feel the delicate thin plates as she
swished a dish cloth over them for drying and placed them upon a make
shift cupboard John had hastily put together.
Its a pain to keep the
field mice out of them. One of the Indian men taught John how to take a
large, live bull-snake by the head and push it around the camp. The mice
wont cross over where its trail goes.
Oh my! Say! Now that is
nice to know. The mice have been a real nuisance. Mrs. Stanton was glad
to learn this handy bit of knowledge.
The men visited and smoked
their pipes. Johns pipe was never farther away than his pocket. It was a
ritual with him, the tapping it out to clean the bowl, then tamping fresh
tobacco into it, lighting and relighting it until he could finally draw
the smoke from the bowl of it. It wasnt until he was 93 that he had to
take radiation for the treatment of a cancer at the place on his mouth
where the stem of it always rested.
Ill tell you what,
Stanton spoke to John. Ill come over and see if between the two of us we
cant get this place put together. When we get yours, you can come help me
Well, now! That sure is
good of you to offer and danged if ah wont take you up on it. John
reached over to Stanton and heartily shook his hand as a way for sealing
the deal. Those were the days when a mans pride, in fidelity made his
word as good as his handshake.
Indian summer was their
friend at the time. She was the one who was holding the fierce grip of
winter at arms length. As the sun began to drop lower in the sky and the
days began to grow shorter Stanton and John had put the Jones structure
up and were hard at work on his in turn. As they pounded the last nails
into the boards of the porch on Stantons house, the two men congratulated
each other on their success.
John! Ole friend. We had
our work cut out fur us, but it looks like we purt near have er whipped.
I could-nah done it
without you, Stanton, and Im obliged. John thanked his friend.
No sooner had the families
settled into their homes than the blast of winter swooped down upon them.
The howling of the fierce, banshee winds werent able to cut through the
heavy wooden walls, though. The icy cold, blasts knifed their way through
everything else except their fortifications and structures. The wooded
area close to the creek provided fuel for a wood stove and with this they
were able to keep warm. The house wasnt as well insulated as the log
cabin Johns father built on Hogshooter Creek in Bartlesville but it was
far better than trying to keep warm with a *lean to and a roaring fire in
front of that.
Zonas little daughter was
just a child but already the mother was teaching her girl to use a needle
Always keep your thimble
handy, Girl. She advised her daughter. It will save you a lot of grief
if you learn to use it as well as if it wasnt even on your finger. The
clicking of the needle against the thimble on Zonas finger testified to
this statement and her little daughter marveled at how her mother could so
rapidly run the needle through the fabric. The child learned to turn the
edges of the fabric and by finger pressing the hems first she held the
fabric so the needle easily slipped along the edge.
Ive saved some of the
Christmas wrapping string. Ill teach you to crochet with that. Zona kept
the little string doilies her daughter had made as a child for her whole
life time. The little bright spots of color gave an accent for highly
polished side tables in her living room.In the cold barren winter Zona
found herself longing for the colors of spring flowers so she often cut
petals from bright colored fabric in a long row much like paper dolls,
which have been cut and all strung together. By rolling this up into a
rose shape, tying them at the base with string on a wire and then dipping
them into hot paraffin to give them body they held their shape. In this
way she was able to have a splash of color on her dining table. The lovely
hues of her fake flowers gave them a respite from the dreariness and
colorless environment and these were the simple things to give them
courage to endure.
*A lean to was simply a
piece of canvas for a roof that was hooked to two trees in close
proximity. Wood on the sides and back of the space kept some rain out.
Essentially, it was just a warm place to sleep and to get in out of the
most bitter of the cold. It was placed in a wooded area so a roaring fire
kept burning at all times. The temporary place served while the men were
desperately working to get some sort of log cabin erected. Sometimes a
more sophisticated structure had a roof and wood floor but still had the
front wall open.
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