More Misoula - #6
When I was a girl we had tramps who came to the back door
begging for food. If they were given some they would make
a mark on the sidewalk so the next tramp would know he would
be given food.
When we lived in Defiance, Ohio, Mother sent me to the woodshed
for something and there was a tramp in there. I just got
what I had gone for and went back to the house. This was
Our groceries, milk and ice were delivered to us by horse
and wagon. The grocer would stop by for his order. The ice
man had huge chunks of ice he would chip to the size for
our ice chest. In the meantime his wagon would be surrounded
by all of us children grabbing for chips. When we first moved
into Bagley Avenue in 1933, there was an old ice chest inside
the basement door and icemen were still delivering ice. I
remember once Verna choked on a hunk of ice. Wilbur picked
her up by the heels and pounded her back.
I think in another chapter I told about crawling under the
table and eating Ivory Soap. While I was pregnant I didn't
crave any particular food, I just wanted to smell Ivory soap
I always loved my little sister, but didn't like to have
her borrow my clothes without asking.
Once she wore one of my dresses and scorched it in Eileen
Houlahan's cooking class - or was it at Hamilton? And I looked
and looked for a favorite string of beads my friend Ruth
Young had given me. The mystery was solved when I saw a picture
of Myrtle and there were the beads around her neck.
When I was a girl an organ grinder would come around with
a monkey. While the man played his instrument, the monkey,
on a rope, would walk around the crowd holding out a cup
for money. Mother was always afraid I would be abducted.
I miss them.
And when I was little all my friends went barefoot. If I
took off my shoes, I'd get spanked. Mother was from the east
and back there nice children never went barefoot. By the
time Myrtle came along she had become accustomed to western
For years we bought Dutch cheese from Mrs. Wilbrodt at the
east end of Vine Street and from Walterskirchens's on Higgins
Ave. During the first World War the name was changed to cottage
cheese. Because Walterskirchens were of German ancestry they
had to close their store. Cottage cheese is still cottage
June 2007 Comment by Viola: I remember the day Verna choked
on the ice. You can tell she wasn't very old since Dad could
pick her up by the heels and she was nowhere near touching