Lorraine RODEEN Rawlings
moderately meandering Palouse River that
divided our ten acres could become a raging torrent during spring rains and snow
melts. Our house was high above the
river and we could stand in the window and see all of the debris that washed
down the river. A sturdy bridge
spanned the river. All of the
buildings were located across the river from the railroad tracks and county
road. The house sat on a narrow
piece of land with an attached building where the milk was separated.
There was not very much space for the front yard but it was wider in the
back of the house. The outside path that lead to the back yard was very narrow
and along a high bank. Below this
bank there was a road for horses and wagon and then the land continued on to the
There was a big barn, chicken house,
back house, pen for pigs and a wash room that my dad (Elmer T. Rodeen)
built near the water that came from high up in the hills and flowed continually.
All water used in the house had to be carried from the spring.
There was a stove in the wash house to heat the water for washing
clothes. I do not remember my mom
(Margaret Nida Lingg Rodeen) ever washing clothes on a wash board.
My memories are of the gasoline powered washer.
was a combination kitchen and dining area, a living room, big bedroom where dad
and mom slept and a much smaller room. I
am not sure where we children slept but we did not sleep in the upstairs.
In those days the baby slept with the parents for some time.
There was no indoor plumbing or electricity.
was a swing on the front porch and I can remember the Jack Lingg cousins
swinging in it. They always came to
see us when their parents visited grandma (Mary
Susan Doty Lingg).
10 acres were between the Walter and Della Glaspey’s dairy farm and
grandma’s in the Armstrong District, near Pullman,
Washington. If necessary
we would drive through the Glaspey land to get to the county road and
through grandma’s and the Wilson farm but
most of the time we crossed the bridge and went over the railroad tracks to the
consisted of a depot and a big warehouse on the other side of the tracks.
Dad worked in the warehouse during harvest when the farmers brought their
crops to be stored for selling later. They
must have unloaded the sacks by hand and stacked them in piles.
Dad must have kept the records. I
do not know who owned the warehouse. There
was a vehicle called “The Bug” that you could catch at the depot and ride to
town. It ran on the railroad
mom always helped with the outside chores for Dad worked in town-probably
carpentry work. She was a good wife
and mother. She cooked good
nourishing meals, canned fruits and vegetables and kept our clothing washed and
ironed. When she had her long hair
cut it caused quite a stir in the extended family.
Then the other women had their hair “bobbed” too.
I remember her Yellow and pink cotton stockings.
Being from a large family in which the girls were needed to help with the
work, my mom only got to go to the 3rd grade before she was needed at home.
wish I knew where or how my mom and dad met for they lived quite a distance from
each other. I know mom picked
apples in a neighbor’s apple orchard during the harvesting season.
Dad rode a horse when he pursued a higher education.
For years there were postcards dad sent mom around for us to read but I
do not know what became of them. And
I wonder where they lived after they were first married and when dad built the
house where I was born.
I went to school my mom would kill a chicken and scald it and sit me on the
porch to pluck off the feathers. In
those days chicken was saved for the Sunday dinner and we ate the big steaks
during the week. I learned to milk
the cows before I went to school and continued helping with the milking as long
as I lived at home.
I went to Enterprise School, first through
third grade, I wore high top boots and an apron over my dress.
In the winter I had to wear long johns, which I detested, for they always
made a big bulge at the bottom where they had to be folded to fit under my
stockings. Mom always made me a
good lunch that I carried to school in lard pail.
I walked with Fanny Jones’ daughter,
Mildred. She sort took me under her
wing. Her brother France attended
the school too. I do not remember
him except that he was the minister for my Tom Thumb wedding to Maurice Glaspey.
Mildred was my bride’s maid or matron of honor.
Matthews was a good teacher and he always let us start practicing for
the Christmas program right after Thanksgiving.
He gave us extended time during the noon hour for sledding and
ice-skating. There was no indoor
plumbing and water had to be carried. I
don’t know who chopped the wood for the wood stove.
Glaspey and I were the only ones in our grade after the Reif
girls left soon after school started. After
Maurice and I finished our lessons we were dismissed to go out and play.
I was afraid of the two big boys who were in school but one died and I
don’t think the other was in school very long.
have always loved the outdoors and spent lots of time roaming the big hill
behind our farm. There were
buttercups, blue bells, yellow bells, lamb’s tongue, birdie bills and other
flowers whose names I no longer remember. The
wild syringa bushes had such a delightful odor.
I think they must be related to the mock orange bushes that we cultivate.
I brought plants from the hills to plant beside the house but do not
remember how or if they grew.
birds I remember were the killdeers that laid their eggs on the ground.
The pesky woodpeckers that made holes in the trees looking for insects,
the morning doves and meadowlarks. On
sunny afternoons the big mud turtles would sun themselves on the riverbank.
only kerosene lamps for light we went to bed early and rose early for there were
cows to be milked and other animals that needed to be fed.
There were ground squirrels to be trapped and occasionally there was a
skunk around. The odor lingered for
a long time.
don’t remember where there was a woodshed or where dad got the wood.
We must have had a garden spot. There
was a long row of winter banana apple trees which none of us liked. The
green gage plums were good eating and mom canned them too.
hobos came to the door my mom would not let them eat in the house.
She would build a fire in the kitchen stove and make a meal for them to
time during the winter I thought I would be smart and ride the sled down the
narrow path that led to the barn without guiding it. I lay on my back on the
sled and thought it would stay on the path.
The sled left the path and went under the wire fence and tore a big cut
in my little right hand finger. The
scar is barely visible now.
never cared much for dolls. I
wanted to have something live in my doll’s bed.
I threw rocks at mom’s pullet (chicken) and killed it and put it in the
doll’s bed. You can imagine what
happened to me when I finally went to the house.
I had stayed away as long as possible.
I was a tomboy and liked being out with my dad.
What he did was more interesting than what mom did in the house.
My brother, Ray, liked being in the house.
had one of those hand cranked phones that you called “central” on and gave
her the number you wanted. You
could learn a lot about the neighbor by listening in on the party line.
were held in the homes in the area. I
have a very faint memory of the folks going to a neighbor’s house for a party
and sleeping with the coats until time to go home.
moved to the 160-acre (“big”) farm in 1926. All I remember about the move is
that the moving was done by wagon and horses. Continued
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