Zona was busy settling into
her new home. The house rested atop a hill and white paint made it stand
Im as happy as any woman
can be, she wrote home to her family. Her little daughter was a help to
her as they went about the job of making the house and property, pleasant.
The two were continually working on their sewing, too. There was the
clothing they needed to wear but the house had to be decorated, too, with
lace table clothes, curtains and bedspreads. These all were hand crochet.
Zona was a stickler for dusting and that was performed on a daily basis.
For the woman a deep
relationship with her Creator was necessary. Socializing for her family
was narrowed to the trips she and her children took to the little church
on Sunday which was probably Baptist, even though her mother, Elizabeth
Ann had different beliefs.'
Zona read and reread her
Bible as if she were seeking the answers to life. The page that read, You
will know the truth and the truth will set you free, she read so much the
old Bible fell apart to the place.
There was understanding
she gained of her Creators love and it was something that was clear to
her as she read. Here were the secrets to feed her burning lust for life.
She could see the Greater Intelligence alive and communicating through
this literature. For her there wasnt restriction but an encouragement to
action, carefully planned as much as the intricate patterns she laid out
on fabric to cut for clothing.
The natural gossipy way of
the church women never seemed to sway her thinking. Mostly she heard,
looked thoughtfully at the floor for a moment and was quickly off onto
another project. She didnt stop to deny or verify what was said. If she
criticized it was directed toward someone in her family and not to their
back but face to face. Sometimes it was hard to take but always
The only sadness to dampen
her spirits was the fact that John had started with the spirits, in other
words, he was drinking and seemed to be a little worse each year. Now, he
was spending a lot of time in Perry where his own saloon and bicycle shop
opened its doors. For days at a time he wouldnt come home which left Zona
and her daughter to do the chores, alone.
The long counter where men
rested their foot upon a bar across the bottom may have been what brought
the slang term bar. It was on the top of this, wide flat table-like
surface John lined up small-buckets.
Do you have the list of
people for where these go? John asked his helper.
Yes sir. Rat chere, he
patted his chest front, overall pocket! The young mans colloquialism was
Mousey, rat? Or, Right
here? John grinned as he corrected the Oklahoma slang.
Muddy streets unpaved in
the town after the turn of the century caused his customers not to want to
leave their homes during rainy weather. For this reason John delivered the
beer to them in these buckets.
You need to get the
buckets to my customer's kitchens before their evening meal. Most want a
draw of the spirits to go with their supper of wild-game. John was
tactfully trying to push his worker to move a little faster.
Thet there mud is about up
to my ankles in places, John, his helper complained.
I know. Just try to step
around it, as much as possible, Ill be here when you get back and try not
to tarry. I need to do some work over at my bicycle shop. Someone will
have to draw mugs for the stragglers coming off the street, muddy as their
boots are. I laid out some heavy feed sacks at the door so they can walk
over them. Maybe some of that will come off before they get into this here