We moved from Duster back near
DeLeon last Monday, and my! What a week of work this has been (this is Sat)
I’m so sore from head to foot I
can’t hardly move. The 11th of last month was my 20th
birthday. Grandma surprised me by giving me a quilt top, I’de been wishing for
pieced out of <colars>. It’s the prarie flower design and is real pretty.
One of the boys sent me a pair of white silk elbow gloves. Those were the most
important things I got. (May
6, 1911 )
Last Friday a week ago June 16, we
had a pretty bad storm and hail. The old settlers said that it is the worst
that has been here in several years. I guess it lasted for at least an hour,
raining in almost a torrant all that time.
Our old cellar wasn’t very good any
way so it couldn’t resist such hard rain, and the water ran in at the door. We
stayed in there till the water was nearly knee deep - Papa, Grandma, and me.
Bro was away from home. We got out of the cellar and as we came in the house at
the back, the front door blew down. Papa caught it and put it back in place and
we held it there till the storm was over. It wasn’t easy to hold either with
the wind against it. We thought every minute that the house would go the next
and it would have I guess if we hadn’t held the door up. From some cause or
another we didn’t seem to be much frightened. We went on the plan that we had
as well laugh as to cry, so we talked and laughed about it all during the
storm. I was really surprised at my self at not getting frightened our of my
wits. After the storm was over almost every thing in the house was wet as the
water leaked and blowed in so in places. Several pictures blowed down and the
stove pipe blowed down inside and out. Things were us set generally but no
serious damage done.
We got off lighter than most of our
neighbors as some of their houses blowed off of the blocks some wind mills
blowed down and a right smart of damage done.
The crops through here were almost
completely destroyed. There was nothing but <strins> left of the cotton
where it wasn’t completely washed away. But that’s enough about the storm.
To day was 22 years ago Papa
was at a State Teachers Association at Galveston .
Papa taught ten years before he married. He began teaching when he was 18
years old. (June 25,
1911 )
Last Wednesday and Thursday, June 28
and 29th - There was a big picnic and prohabition rally at DeLeon.
There was hundreds of people here and every body seemed to enjoy them selves.
There was a farris wheel,
merry-go-round, a fine band from Walnut Springs and all kinds of stands most on
the ground. We had about three speeches a day, all on prohabition. They were
sure fine too.
Mr Thompson from Carlton came down on Thurs and we had a nice
time. We stayed on the picnic grounds Thurs night till after eleven oclock and
they hadn’t broken up then. That is the first time he has been down to see me
since last summer. To day is a year ago I was at the S.
Normal at Ft.
Worth and went to lake Como .
(July 3, 1911 )
The Methodist protracted meeting has
been going on for two weeks, and Sunday evening July 23rd Bro
Bickley, our pastor, preached to the men and boys at the Tabernacle and Bro
Sherrod, the Baptist pastor, preached to the ladies and girls at the baptist
church. Every one seemed to enjoy the sermon so much. He preached about knowing
God and being well aquainted with him. He spoke of some people having the
summer religion, and then he talked of the great influence young ladies have
over young men. He dwelt on young people so often spending their energy on
frivolous worldly things, and of what a power they could be for God if they
would. He said a Christian aught to spend at least one hour a day in reading
the Bible and prayer.
I began to realize as I never did
before the importance of a person having a set time to read and pray every day,
in order to be a true Christian all the year round. I resolved while he was
reaching that from then on, every day of my life I would spend at least an hour
a day in prayer and reading the Bible and other good religious books. (July 24, 1911 )
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