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Laura Bullock Riter: A Woman at Work

The Woman and Her Tool

Laura Bullock Riter
Laura Riter with her daughters including my granny on the far right.

 

I started this post a couple of years ago but never found the time to finish it.  Laura’s birthday is today.  She was born in 1887.  I thought this might be the perfect time to go ahead and publish this part of her story.  Laura is my maternal great grandmother- my granny Bates’ mom.  I’ve written about her before on my blog at https://honeysuckle-farm.com/laura-ann-bullock-riter-the-consummate-mom-and-grandma/.

Sometime around the 1930’s-1940’s Laura worked in Hiwasse, Benton County, Arkansas at a canning factory.  She hulled strawberries and got them ready to process.  She used this tool to do her job:
 Laura Riter strawberry huller
 The engraving on the metal says, “Indepent/Marion, Ind./Supply Co.”.
That huller is still in the family and it’s a very unique kitchen tool.  I’ve tried looking it up online and have never found an image of one like it.  This tool was used to seed and cap the strawberries. 

The Law and the Era

Shortly after the first known cannery was opened in Hiwasse in 1920, new legislation (Act #140) was enacted allowing canning factories to hire women and work them for more than 9 hours a day.  The change in the law also provided for women to receive time and a half overtime and made provisions for fair pay and for redress for women who were doing “piece work”.  Working the strawberries for the canning factory was considered piece work since the women were paid by the bucket for the work they did.  (Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 13 June 1921).  Within a year, newspapers were making a big deal about hiring women to work in the canning factories.  There was such a shortage of workers for the canneries that they were eager to dip into their new supply of female workers.  One newspaper article entitled, “Big Demand for Women at Canning Factories” stated, “men will not peel apples” and, “women are faster”.  (Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 26 Aug 1922)
 laura bullock riter women in canning factories
Newspapers.com clipping. 

In the early 1920’s Laura was in her 30’s.  In 1928 she lost her husband and had a house full of children to care for.  She chose to work rather than marry again.  It was in this climate, with the first world war safely behind us, laws having been changed to assist factories, and in the beginning years of the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl Era, that Laura went to work.

The Canneries: Her Potential Employers 

I always thought (and was always told) that Laura worked for Allen Canning Company.  Once I started researching, I began to question which company she worked for or whether she might have worked for multiple companies with Allen’s being the last she worked for.  There were several canneries that operated in Hiwasse in the 1920’s through 1940’s: Gentry Marketing Association’s cannery which was later sold to Allen Canning and then later sold again and known as Hiwasse Canning, a different company operating as Hiwasse Canning (two separate canneries operated under the name Hiwasse Canning), and Appleby Brothers cannery. 

Fayetteville Canning Company

In a 1919 edition of the Texas Trade Review and Industrial Record, I found one sentence stating that Fayetteville Canning Company had plans to establish a canning factory in Hiwasse, Arkansas.  I was never able to establish whether they did, in fact, build a canning factory there.  I’ve never seen any other mention of this anywhere so possibly this canning factory is the one mentioned in the next section or possibly it never came to fruition. 

W. E. Cherry and Hiwasse Canning Factory

W. E. Cherry seems to have been the first known canner in Hiwasse.  He started his factory about 1920 in Hiwasse.  In addition to owning the canning factory, he was also the first (although temporary) Chairman of the Hiwasse Berry Growers’ Association, an organization which he helped organize.  This fact leads me to believe that Mr. Cherry’s cannery probably canned strawberries, although I have no proof either way.  Here is a 1921 article about the Hiwasse Canning factory owned by W. E. Cherry:
 w e cherry canning factory hiwasse
Newspapers.com clipping

I have never been able to find much about the Hiwasse canneries online.  While researching, I discovered that Shiloh Museum in Springdale, Arkansas has an amazing online exhibit about the Benton County canneries.  I highly recommend visiting their website.  You can find a history of the local canning industry here.  You can find images of the different cannery labels here,  a photo gallery of local canneries hereand audio clips of people who were involved in the local canning industry talking about the canneries and cannery work here.    There are a couple of other links in the online exhibit that I did not include.  Please take some time to check out Shiloh Museum’s digital exhibit. 

Since I couldn’t find much online, I decided to call Shiloh Museum and ask if there was anything they had that wasn’t included in the online exhibit that might be relevant to my blog post.  I spoke with Ms. Rachel Whitaker, a Research Specialist at Shiloh Museum.  She was so kind as to search their holdings and get back with me (the same day!).  Ms. Whitaker found a listing for W. E. Cherry’s cannery in Hiwasse in The Hiwasse History Book. This book includes an ad showing that Mr. Cherry’s cannery handled blackberries, tomatoes, and green beans. 

Appleby Brothers’ Canning

The Appleby Brothers had a cannery in Hiwasse also.  (Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 10 Apr 1923).  You can see an image of Appleby Brothers’ canning label at the Shiloh Museum website’s online exhibit in the “Canning Label Gallery” linked above.
I know for certain that Appleby canned strawberries because there is an ad in the 6 Apr 1940 edition of The Northwest Arkansas Times advertising for 300 people to cap strawberries.  Strawberry canning season typically lasted from April to early June.  In Brooks Blevins’ book Hill Folks, Mr. Blevins noted that the Appleby Brothers- George and Charles- also organized a “strawberry growers’ association” in the area.  Although I found the 1940 ad for Appleby Brothers, in Rachel’s research, she found that Appleby Brothers’ properties were auctioned off as noted in the 10 August 1939 edition of the Northwest Arkansas Times newspaper. 
In addition to the information listed above, Rachel also found that Appleby’s cannery in both the 1921 edition of the Marketing and Industrial Guide: Directory of Manufactures and the 1922 edition of the Canner’s Directory.  Appleby’s was also mentioned in Brooks Blevins’ book Hill Folks.

Gentry Marketing Association’s Cannery

Gentry Marketing Association was created by and for the local farmers who supplied produce to the canneries.  It was a surprisingly strong and united group.  The farmers took care of one another, advocated for fair prices for produce, staved off outside big businesses who were coming in and trying to take away profits and produce from the farmers and canneries, and successfully marketed the produce and products of Benton County, Arkansas. 
The association owned its own canneries and one of those canneries was in Hiwasse.  If the cannery had a name, I’ve never found it.   This plant was sold off a couple of times in the latter half of the 1940’s.  In 1946 it was sold by the Gentry Marketing Association presumably to Allen Canning (then called Allen & Son of Siloam Springs).

Allen Canning

Earl Allen founded Allen Canning in 1926.  Mr. Allen “established a solid reputation for his honesty in dealing with growers, forging relationships that would benefit the company for years to come”.  (http://www.referenceforbusiness.com/history2/5/Allen-Canning-Company.html)  Mr. Allen apparently only owned the Hiwasse factory for a couple of years from 1946-1948.

When Allen Canning was still in business in Siloam Springs, Arkansas they had a large Popeye statue that stood outside their office.  Here is my brother standing with the Popeye statue:
  Jared and Popeye statue

In 1948 Allen Canning sold the plant to Frank Brandhuber and Hill Diven and it was called Hiwasse Canning.  My mom says that my grandparents (her parents- the BATES’) and great-grandmother (her maternal grandmother- Laura BULLOCK RITER) always referred to working for Allen Canning.  A few years ago before Allen Canning sold out to Sager Creek (who then sold out to Del Monte), my mom called them and asked if they had any photos or historical materials pertaining to the canning factory in Hiwasse and the people who worked there.  They did not have anything.  She says they referred to the Hiwasse factory by name and she thought they said they bought the canning factory from Appleby Brothers.  So perhaps Allen Canning had two different stints in Hiwasse.  I’m not sure.  I could go to Benton County Courthouse and try to look up deeds but that would delay publishing this blog post and who knows when I’ll get a chance to go there.  I’ll leave that task for another day and another blog post.  For now, I’m going to publish what I have.  Perhaps it is meant for someone else to find those records.

Hiwasse Canning 

It isn’t surprising that a member of the Diven family purchased the factory from Allen Canning.  Members of the Diven family were heavily involved in various canning companies in Benton County, Arkansas during this time period.  (Joplin Globe, 28 July 1929)  They even took their business into Texas and had canning factories there.  Unfortunately, not much is known about Brandhuber and Diven’s Hiwasse Canning company- or at least not that I could find in my research.  Ms. Whitaker at Shiloh Museum was unable to find any information about Hiwasse Canning either.  I can only assume that since Brandhuber and Diven called their factory Hiwasse Canning that by this time, Mr. Cherry’s Hiwasse Canning factory had already closed.

Working Conditions

I want to be sure you understand what kind of conditions Laura worked in at the canning factories.  Here is a link to an audio clip from Shiloh Museum’s online exhibit talking about the oppressive heat and how you couldn’t get away from it when working in the cannery.  There was no air condition.
https://web.archive.org/web/20151218192523/https://shilohmuseum.org/podcasts/004bowmn.mp3
Whenever you think you have it bad at work, just think about Laura in the heat and humidity of an Ozark summer working in a canning factory that produced more heat on top of the already oppressive heat and humidity outside.  I really encourage you to listen to some of the audio clips the museum has online to get a feel for the conditions Laura worked in.  Just as a reminder, you can find those audio clips here https://web.archive.org/web/20150926002836/https://shilohmuseum.org/exhibits/canning-listen.php. 

Miscellaneous Information 

There were other mentions of Hiwasse-based canning factories in newspapers of the 1920’s to 1940’s era but most of the time the Hiwasse plants were not named or identified in any way so it’s hard to say if there were more than the factories mentioned above in Hiwasse. 


I made a trip to Hiwasse with my mom on June 23rd– just this week- in search of the location of the old canning factories.  Mom suspected they were on Main Street.  At the intersection of Old Main and Highway 72 were two very old buildings.  One was a former gas station.  The other building turned out to be the old Banks grocery store.


 
banks grocery ad
Virgil Banks Store ad for 1947 canning season.  Newspapers.com clipping from The Journal-Advance newspaper out of Gentry, Arkansas, 20 February 1947.


Banks grocery hiwasse ar 2017
The old Virgil Banks grocery store on 23 June 2017 in Hiwasse, Arkansas.


I began at the Hiwasse post office and asked if the woman working the counter knew where the canning factories had been located when they were still standing.  She said she wasn’t from the area and couldn’t help me but she directed me to the Holloway family at the corner convenience store in town.  Mom and I (and two of my grandsons who were with me that day) headed down the highway to the Hiwasse convenience store.  The owner was very busy taking lunch orders so the girl at the counter directed me to an elderly gentleman sitting at one of the tables.  I introduced myself to him and told him what I was looking for.  He said his name (I think- it was loud and hard to hear) was James Adams.  He said he’d only been in Hiwasse for about 15 years and couldn’t really help me but said I should go back down the street to the lawnmower shop and ask the people there.  They would know, he said.  I thanked him and left.  We headed West again on Highway 72 back to the small engine shop in town.  There, the lady at the counter directed me to a small office to talk to Jan.  Jan was wonderful.  She loves history and was more than happy to share with me what she knew.  She said she moved to the Hiwasse area from South Dakota about 40 years ago.  This is home for her now and she would never leave.  She loves it here.  She said there used to be a lot of old-timers here who told her all the history of the place but they were all gone now.  She said when she first moved here, the canning factory buildings- there were 2- were still standing but they’re gone now.  She gave me specific directions and told me what to look for to know I was in the right spot.  Mom and I headed West again on Highway 72- maybe a block or so and turned South onto Sandusky Road- a little dirt lane that was barely noticeable.
 
Sandusky Rd Hiwasse AR sign
 

As we were leaving the canning factory site I took a photo of the Sandusky Road sign.  From the highway heading West it was completely covered by the tree.  We guessed at where the canning factories had stood.  As we were making a second pass down the dirt lane I noticed an older man sitting in his truck in front of a mobile home.  Being from the country, I knew better than to pass him by.  He’d be wanting to know what we were doing and what we were looking for.  Things would go better if I stopped and introduced myself.  Besides, I might get more information.  So I stopped and introduced myself and told the gentleman what we were looking for.  His name was Mr. Gallion and as it turns out, he is only a few years older than my mom.  He knew of my mom’s family- the BATES’- and she was familiar with his family name as well.  We talked for a while.  He told me all that was left of the canning factories was one cement pad and the well house.  These two things stand behind the yellow house about the distance of 1 and ½ city blocks south of Highway 72, on the West side of the road just past the big storage buildings (the storage buildings are on the East side of the road).  I didn’t get a photo because there isn’t anything you could see except the yellow house and I didn’t want to take a photo of someone’s home and put it up on the blog.  He told me that the Easley sisters- two elderly, unmarried women had lived in the mobile home we were all sitting in front of.  Hattie Easley had been the Postmaster of Hiwasse back in the day and her sister Esther (?) Easley had been the teacher at the one-room school- Banks School House.

Thank-You’s and Closing Thoughts

Before I close, I want to thank my mom who almost always gives me the basics of the stories I tell about her family.  Thanks to Rachel Whitaker at Shiloh Museum for assisting me with research in Shiloh’s collection.  Thanks to Hiwasse residents who either helped me or referred me on to someone else who could help me: the lady at the Hiwasse Post Office whose name I did not get, James (?) Adams whom I spoke with at the Hiwasse convenience store while he was having coffee.  The lady at the small engine repair shop who led me to Jan- another lady at the small engine shop who knew how to find the old canning factory sites and who shares a love of local history with me.  And lastly, thank you to Mr. Gallion who took time out from eating his lunch to chat with us about the canning factories and the old families and places of Hiwasse.

 
Mr. Gallion talked of the old hotel that has since been torn down and of many of the other wonderful things about Hiwasse that are gone now.  He lamented that newcomers just consider themselves part of the town of Gravette now.  Only the old-timers still call this place Hiwasse.  I guess that makes me an old-timer.  My Papa BATES was born in Hiwasse so I grew up hearing stories about this place.  To me, this will always be Hiwasse.  I commented to mom that the day is coming when I’ll go to a place and ask about the old places, old families, and old times and no one will remember.  That’s one thing that keeps me writing about these old places and people from times gone by.  They’ll live on as long as someone remembers. 
So always remember- and always tell your stories…even if you think no one is listening. 
 
Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives
 
P. S.- There is still work to be done in regard to this topic if anyone is interested in taking up the research.  University of Arkansas Library Special Collections has records of some of the local canning companies that I’ve never looked at.  I’m wondering if the David and Barbara Pryor Center in Fayetteville, Arkansas contains any collections that would be informative to us about this topic.  There are two Hiwasse history books that I hear would be beneficial to my research.  Shiloh Museum has records that are not included in their online exhibit that I’d still like to see even if none specifically mention Hiwasse.  Also, a visit to the Benton County Clerk’s office to look at land records would help shed light on which companies owned land in Hiwasse and when.  There is so much research to do and I won’t live long enough to do it.  Feel free to help me!

Heirlooms

Today’s blog theme is ‘heirloom’. It’s been a busy day so I’ll keep it short and sweet.
My Treasures

A pitcher my Mam (Audrey Drake) gave me.
A pitcher my Mam (Audrey Drake) gave me.

Mam’s vase that goes with the wash stand.
This is a water pitcher that goes with a wash stand and basin. The wash stand has a mirror and two candles- one at each side of the mirror. One of the candle/stand sets needs to be repaired. I’m not sure how I was so fortunate to end up with the set but I love it. Yellow is my favorite color. I think of Mam every time I look at it. I wish I had a photo of it when it was sitting in her house.

A plate that belonged to my Granny Bates. It was dug up from under an apartment building my parents lived in when they first married.
A plate that belonged to my Granny Bates. It was dug up from under an apartment building my parents lived in when they first married.

Granny’s plate.
This is a small plate that Granny had on a wall shelf in her bathroom. My bathroom was done in purples and flowers like Granny’s so when Granny passed away I asked for this trinket. (I doubt anyone has a photo of it in her house but if you do, I’d love to have it.) I keep the plate in a curio cabinet that belonged to Bart’s grandmother- Esther WOLF. Behind the plate you’ll see a set of brown glasses. Derek died on a “homemade Christmas” year. My mother had finished this set of glasses for him early in the day on the day Derek passed away. She gave them to me to keep. On the other side you’ll see a cup that my kids made for me one year for Christmas. In front of the homemade cup is a glass coaster that my great uncle and aunt- Carl and Barb LARKIN- brought back to me from Germany. On top of that coaster is a Christmas ornament one of my kids made for Bart and I when they were little.
I love all these treasures. I would love to see pictures of the heirlooms you have and cherish.


Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

It Is About What They Can Become

“He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers.” ~ Psalm 1:3, The Holy Bible
Today’s blog post theme is ‘tree’. I knew right away what I wanted to write about and that’s actual TREES! A little side note about the verse above, there’s an old hymn that was one of Bart’s favorites when we attended Poynor Baptist Church. I found the version below on Youtube. I don’t think I’ll ever find a version like the one we sang at that church but here’s a link to one that’s close:
Johnny Cash- I Shall Not Be Moved
(In case you’re a statistics nerd: this is the second day in a row Johnny Cash has been featured in a blog post.)
The Heritage Tree
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.” ~ Proverbs 13:12, The Holy Bible
I recently blogged a little about a trip I took in 2011 to the Boston, Massachusetts area. (See the post on the Salem witch trials here.) While in Massachusetts I was going through an ancestral chart on Ancestry that listed a lineage showing the ENDICOTT family as our ancestors. A quick search on Google showed that in Danvers, Massachusetts (near Salem) was a pear tree that was several hundred years old and was brought over to the USA by the original ENDICOTT immigrant ancestor. I went to Danvers and photographed the tree.

The Endicott Pear Tree, Danvers, Massachusetts.
The Endicott Pear Tree, Danvers, Massachusetts.

Endicott pear tree.
I later learned there was a whole society devoted to this tree and that they had a project going to keep the tree alive. Part of the project was grafts from the tree that they sent out to members who could then grow a descendant pear tree. All of this was an effort to continue the legacy of the tree. My parents and I got two successful grafts from the pear tree and they are growing in my orchard and doing well. Subsequent research has shown that the genealogy on that particular line was incorrect. Genealogy (especially from the early years of this country) seems to be somewhat cyclical so it’s quite possible that even though that line was incorrect and did not ultimately lead to the ENDICOTT family, a future line will lead back to them. So until a connection shows up in future research I will keep nursing the trees and hope they produce fruit. If it turns out that we simply aren’t connected to them, well then I have a very unique tree with a great history and it’s a unique memento of one of the best vacations I ever took.

My first set of Endicott Pear trees.
My first Endicott Pear tree.

My Endicott pear tree.


Granny and the Chinquapin Nuts

The Lorax quote, Dr. Seuss.
The Lorax quote, Dr. Seuss.

When I was young (elementary school-aged) I was staying with Granny BATES one day and we went for a walk. She picked up a couple of Chinquapin hickory nuts off the side of the road and told me about Chinquapin trees and how she hardly ever saw any anymore because a disease had come through and killed them all. She cracked one open and we ate it. I don’t really remember how it tasted, I just remember her talking about how sweet the “chinky pins” tasted. I kept the extra nuts in a drawer for a long time. (Yikes- I might have a “saving” problem!) I even took them to school for show-and-tell. I never saw a Chinquapin hickory after that until I was an adult. Bart and I like to plant unique trees and we were talking about a project where we could preserve a native species. I told him the story about Granny and the Chinquapin hickory nuts and we decided that was the project we wanted to take on. We ordered 5 Chinquapin hickory seeds from Ozark Chinquapin Society and planted them in honor of Granny’s 100th birthday. The seedlings didn’t make it. My dad has since tried. He gave two of the seedlings to my brother and sister-in-law, gave two to me and kept one in the hopes that one of our trees would survive. Once again- mine didn’t do so well (unless, of course, they sprout up next summer and surprise me). I hope they do. I’d love to have some Chinquapins growing here again.

Granny Bates and I at her 100th birthday party.
Granny Bates and I at her 100th birthday party.

Granny and I at her 100th birthday party.


While We’re Talking About Chinquapins…
“For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoot will not cease.” ~ Job 14:7, The Holy Bible

Ralph Waldo Emerson quote.
Ralph Waldo Emerson quote.

Speaking of Chinquapins, Bart and I saw a huge Chinquapin Oak tree this fall when we were traveling in Georgia. The tree was at Tunnel Hill, Georgia and it was so old the guide said it would have been there during the Civil War when my 3rd great-grandparents- John and Mary (MOBLEY) BATES lived in that area. She allowed us to take a few acorns off the tree and we are going to try to sprout them and grow trees from the nuts.

Ginger and I leaning against the Chinquapin Oak tree at Tunnel Hill, Georgia. The tree saw battle during the Civil War. It's possible my ancestor also leaned up against this same tree - it's that old!
Ginger and I leaning against the Chinquapin Oak tree at Tunnel Hill, Georgia. The tree saw battle during the Civil War. It’s possible my ancestor also leaned up against this same tree – it’s that old!

Me at Chinquapin Oak


The Orchard
“And God said, ‘Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food.” ~ Genesis 1:29, The Holy Bible
Bart and I have a small orchard. I love that orchard. We order heirloom trees from Trees of Antiquity. The quality of their trees is excellent and I love that they carry varieties that are very old. They try to keep these old varieties from becoming extinct. One year I chose an Arkansas Black apple tree in honor of my 2nd great-grandfather, George BATES, who had an apple orchard in Arkansas at the time he filed his Homestead Entry file.

Homestead Entry File for George "Lum" Bates.
Homestead Entry File for George “Lum” Bates.

Homestead Entry file document for George BATES.
It seems like Granny always had an apple tree wherever she lived. If I’m not mistaken, the tree behind Uncle Butch in the photo below is her apple tree on the place that is now Junior Anderson’s outside Southwest City, Missouri.

My mom, her parents, and most of her siblings.
My mom, her parents, and most of her siblings.


The “Maker” Trees
“The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and whoever captures souls is wise.” Proverbs 11:30, The Holy Bible
My Dad (Roy DRAKE), brother Jared, and nephew Patrick, have used trees from my Papa (Eugene) DRAKE’s and great-grandfather Mark DRAKE’s old home places to make things like pens and other woodturned items. My husband cut a huge burl from an old tree on our place hoping that Dad can find some time to practice turning a bowl. Dad has made Christmas ornaments, bats, gavels, and other things out of the trees that have been cut. He does a great job!

A gavel that my dad made and my cousin, Mechelle Wise, won at the family reunion.
A gavel that my dad made and my cousin, Mechelle Wise, won at the family reunion.

Mechelle’s gavel
My sister-in-law Becky and I have made jellies and syrup from tree fruits/nuts. One year I picked the blossoms off our Redbud trees and gave them to Becky. She made them into Redbud Jelly. (It tastes a lot like grape jelly, in case you’re wondering. Very delicious!) I’ve helped make a couple of batches of hickory syrup and in fact, I have a pint sitting on my kitchen table ready to send to a friend in exchange for the maple syrup she sent to me one year. My friend, Kendra, and her husband tap their maple trees up north and make their own syrup. It’s heavenly! Bart and I enjoy foraging together. This year we dug up some Sassafras root for tea and picked/dried some Sassafras leaves for filé powder so we can try Filé Gumbo. We also picked up Black Walnuts but it didn’t appear to be a very good year for walnuts. In fact, it wasn’t really a good year for most wild trees and plants. I’ve even foraged juniper berries and used them in a roast. We love to try new things like that.
I Just Love Trees!
“…Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy…” ~ Psalm 96:12, The Holy Bible
Recently the weather has been windy and I’ve enjoyed hearing the wind blow through the leaves and branches. It’s a soothing sound. The solitude and peace out here in the woods is refreshing. Take some time this week to walk through the forest and enjoy the peace and quiet. It’s good for the soul.
P.S.- If you’re a Christian, you have this glorious tree to look forward to. I can’t wait to see it, too.
“Through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.” ~ Revelation 22:2, The Holy Bible


Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

Quotes from a Wise Granny

In my Granny’s later years she had age-related dementia. I would sometimes go over and sit with her a few hours or take care of her overnight when needed. During those times that I stayed with her she often doled out advice. September 21, 2010 was one of those times she gave me some advice. I was caring for her at her house. She thought I was a Meals-on-Wheels person and that we were at her work. (I’m not sure why since we weren’t doing anything that could be considered work but such is the nature of dementia.) On that day she told me,
“If you listen and keep your mouth shut, you learn things- and nobody can say anything bad about you if you keep your mouth shut!”
She was 97 years old at that time.

My Granny Bates sitting on her porch swing.
My Granny Bates sitting on her porch swing.

Granny on the day she made the quote above. In this photo we were sitting on her front porch enjoying the weather and sunshine and talking.
She was a smart woman. One thing I’ve told my daughter often is to keep her mouth shut at work especially until she knows everyone. The people who are quickest to screw you over are the same ones who are quickest to be your friend at work. I hate that this is true. Wouldn’t life be so much nicer and easier if we could just be friends, support and encourage one another, and depend on each other? This week, love your neighbor like you love yourself. Be nice, do nice, speak nice. (Grammar police- just keep going. I already know that wasn’t grammatically correct. lol) I’m going to try especially hard this week to do the same.


Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

Time for Remembering

Today’s theme is ‘time’. Where did my mind go when I saw this topic? “I’ve got a million things to do and not enough time!!” I’m sure you can relate to that feeling. I thought of time as in years/decades/eons/generations. Then I thought of time as in clocks/watches and knew that that was today’s winner.
ALARM CLOCKS AND WRISTWATCHES
I thought of Granny BATES’ alarm clock she had sitting on her headboard for as long as I can remember. That thing was so LOUD!! If you ever slept with Granny when you spent the night with her you know what I mean. And goodness! You couldn’t twitch without her knowing about it! Sneaking out of bed? Nearly impossible if you were sleeping with Granny. She knew your every move. I’m still not sure how she did that.

My granny, Jessie Bates, and my mom, Kay Drake at Granny's house near Southwest City, Missouri.
My granny, Jessie Bates, and my mom, Kay Drake at Granny’s house near Southwest City, Missouri.

Granny and mom.
Granny was always wearing a wristwatch too. I thought she had given me a wristwatch once but if she did it’s packed away probably with my genealogy stuff and photos.

Me, my Granny Jessie Bates, my mom Kay Drake, my daughter Shaina Easter, and my grandson Ashton Easter at Granny's house near Southwest City, Missouri.
Me, my Granny Jessie Bates, my mom Kay Drake, my daughter Shaina Easter, and my grandson Ashton Easter at Granny’s house near Southwest City, Missouri.

This 5-generation photo is a concept of ‘time’ in itself.

WILLIAM RITER’S POCKET WATCH CHAIN

Then I thought of this:

The pocket watch chain that belonged to my great grandfather, William Riter.
The pocket watch chain that belonged to my great grandfather, William Riter.

A photo of the chain that went with William RITER’s pocket watch. I don’t know what ever happened to the actual watch. William is my great-grandfather. He was Granny’s dad.

My great-grandfather, William Riter.
My great-grandfather, William Riter.

William Riter- Jessie BATES’ dad.
FINAL THOUGHTS ON TIME
There are moments in time that matter more to us than other times. Here are some of my moments.

A clock my mom made for me for our homemade Christmas one year.
A clock my mom made for me for our homemade Christmas one year.

This is a clock my mom made me for “homemade Christmas” a couple of years ago. She used photos of my family on the clock face.

Moments of my life.
Moments of my life.

Moments in my life. The middle clock indicates the time of my birth. The clock on the left shows the time of my marriage. The clock on the left shows the time of my wedding. The top clock shows the time of my son’s birth. The clock on the right shows the time of my daughter’s birth. The clock on the bottom shows the approximate time that I learned of my son’s death.
These moments were life-giving and life-changing- each and every moment. I’d love to hear about your life-changing moments.


Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

Flawless Friday: Weathered- A Worn Bible Equals a Life Well-Weathered

It’s Friday. The photo/blog challenge theme of the day is ‘weathered’. I love these challenges. I’ve told my SIL, Becky, before that we could be given the same ancestor and the same theme and never come up with the same or similar blog post. I love that. I think that’s one of my favorite things about these challenges is seeing where the theme took her versus where it took me. You can read her ‘weathered’ blog post here.
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105, The Holy Bible
A LIFE WELL-WEATHERED
That’s what I want- a life that is steady in the word of God no matter what life brings me. In the past, a family’s Bible reflected how much time they spent in the word. Today we have digital Bibles and, I confess, that’s mostly what I use now. It’s not the same as my physical Bible, though.

My Bible I received for graduation.
My Bible I received for graduation.

My Bible I received as a gift in anticipation of my high school graduation. My then-pastor, Les OSBURN, gave it to me.
This Bible has seen me through so much and sadly, it doesn’t look worn enough. This Bible was mine when I got married, when I had my children, and through all the many problems life brings. It also saw me through my successes- graduations, births of children, marriages of children, births of grandchildren, a million things that gave me joy in my life. It has been my companion for three decades. It’s well-traveled, having been to almost every state I’ve been to and even went to school with me when I was in high school. This Bible has been chewed on the corners by our puppy. It’s had pages torn and ripped out by my children (and probably a couple of grandchildren). Pages are highlighted, corners folded over- all the highlights of use and study. Lots of things are tucked in there- photographs, church bulletins, sermon notes. There were times in my life that were so scary I’ve gone to sleep with my Bible on my chest and my arms folded across it. It’s been to the hospital with me when I had a brain tumor removed. It’s been pretty much everywhere with me. My Bible should be more weathered than it is. I have purchased new Bibles over the years and now have a digital Bible, but this Bible- this one is mine and the one that I love most.
EDITH’S BIBLE
My great-grandma, Edith HUBBARD, had a Bible. Like me, she lost a son. It is said of her that she read her Bible every single day of her life without fail. When she heard her son had been in a bad car wreck she was down on her knees praying hard for his life right up until the moment they told her he had died. My heart knows why her Bible looks like it does, with no cover and tattered with use. Her Bible and in turn, her life, was well-weathered.

Edith (Hubbard) Drake's Bible.
Edith (Hubbard) Drake’s Bible.
Edith (Hubbard) Drake's Bible.
Edith (Hubbard) Drake’s Bible.

Edith HUBBARD’s Bible


JESSIE’S BIBLE
My granny, Jessie BATES, had a large Bible on her table and also a Bible for reading. I never saw her reading the Bible and I never knew her to go to church. She was a good grandmother. Very loving and kind. She also lost a child. I can’t imagine that a person can go 8 decades without her son and never pray to God for guidance, help, or comfort. Especially while still retaining such a sweet spirit as my granny had.

Jessie (Riter) Bates' Bible.
Jessie (Riter) Bates’ Bible.

^^Jessie BATES’ Bible- reading size.

Jessie (Riter) Bates' Bible.
Jessie (Riter) Bates’ Bible.

Jessie BATES’ Bible- table size.


AUDREY’S BIBLE
This is my mam’s Bible. All my childhood I attended church alongside her every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night. I watched her help raise four of her grandchildren and care for my grandfather as he died from cancer. She helped care for elderly relatives as they lived out their final days and years. I know she prayed fervently and often and always read her Bible. Her Bible is definitely worn and indicative of a life well-weathered. It is missing it’s front cover.

Audrey (Larkin) Drake's Bible.
Audrey (Larkin) Drake’s Bible.

Audrey DRAKE’s Bible


ROY’S AND KAY’S BIBLES
My parents, Roy and Kay, took me to church from the time I was born- every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night- and any other time the church doors were open. They made sure I was raised to know God and to love Him and I’m so grateful for that. I probably would have been a wild child if they hadn’t taken me to church early and often! I know they prayed often and always read their Bibles. They’ve had many Bibles over the years but these are ones they owned early in their lives.

Roy and Kay Drake's Bibles.
Roy and Kay Drake’s Bibles.

Both Roy and Kay DRAKE’s Bibles


DEREK’S AND SHAINA’S BIBLES
My kids had Bibles from the time they were old enough to carry one around. They wore their early Bibles out. I’m quite certain that the last time I saw those Bibles they didn’t have covers and the spines were separating from the books. They also had tiny little pocket New Testaments. Derek’s was given away years ago to a homeless man in Boise, Idaho. Shaina’s is packed away. I also have a tiny pocket New Testament packed away somewhere that belonged to me when I was young. Somewhere packed away I’m sure we also have my husband’s old Bible. These Bibles are worn with use and we’ve gotten new Bibles over the years. I don’t have pictures of any of these Bibles so I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it. Derek’s favorite story when he was a child was in Judges 3 where Eglon, King of Moab, was stabbed by Ehud. He loved the battles in the Old Testament. Shaina’s favorite story was the story of Esther.

Derek and Shaina Williams.
Derek and Shaina Williams.

Derek and Shaina as children


YOUR LIFE WELL-WEATHERED
“A Bible that is falling apart usually belongs to someone that isn’t.”– Charles Spurgeon
Charles Spurgeon was one of my son’s favorite preachers. He is very good and I highly recommend listening to his sermons if you get a chance. You can find them in various places on the internet including Spurgeon.org, Sermon Audio, and Spurgeon Gems. Google his name and you will likely find more. He is called “Prince of Preachers”.
I’d love to see photos of your Bible. Show me your Bible-proof of a life that has been “well-weathered”. Tell me your favorite verse or favorite Bible story. Show me photos of your family Bibles and tell me their stories. I’m looking forward to it.
“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.” – 2 Timothy 3: 16-17, The Holy Bible


Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

Flawless Friday: Weathered- A Worn Bible Equals a Life Well-Weathered

It’s Friday. The photo/blog challenge theme of the day is ‘weathered’. I love these challenges. I’ve told my SIL, Becky, before that we could be given the same ancestor and the same theme and never come up with the same or similar blog post. I love that. I think that’s one of my favorite things about these challenges is seeing where the theme took her versus where it took me. You can read her ‘weathered’ blog post here.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105, The Holy Bible

A LIFE WELL-WEATHERED

That’s what I want- a life that is steady in the word of God no matter what life brings me. In the past, a family’s Bible reflected how much time they spent in the word. Today we have digital Bibles and, I confess, that’s mostly what I use now. It’s not the same as my physical Bible, though.


My Bible I received as a gift in anticipation of my high school graduation. My then-pastor, Les OSBURN, gave it to me.

This Bible has seen me through so much and sadly, it doesn’t look worn enough. This Bible was mine when I got married, when I had my children, and through all the many problems life brings. It also saw me through my successes- graduations, births of children, marriages of children, births of grandchildren, a million things that gave me joy in my life. It has been my companion for three decades. It’s well-traveled, having been to almost every state I’ve been to and even went to school with me when I was in high school. This Bible has been chewed on the corners by our puppy. It’s had pages torn and ripped out by my children (and probably a couple of grandchildren). Pages are highlighted, corners folded over- all the highlights of use and study. Lots of things are tucked in there- photographs, church bulletins, sermon notes. There were times in my life that were so scary I’ve gone to sleep with my Bible on my chest and my arms folded across it. It’s been to the hospital with me when I had a brain tumor removed. It’s been pretty much everywhere with me. My Bible should be more weathered than it is. I have purchased new Bibles over the years and now have a digital Bible, but this Bible- this one is mine and the one that I love most.

EDITH’S BIBLE

My great-grandma, Edith HUBBARD, had a Bible. Like me, she lost a son. It is said of her that she read her Bible every single day of her life without fail. When she heard her son had been in a bad car wreck she was down on her knees praying hard for his life right up until the moment they told her he had died. My heart knows why her Bible looks like it does, with no cover and tattered with use. Her Bible and in turn, her life, was well-weathered.



Edith HUBBARD’s Bible

JESSIE’S BIBLE

My granny, Jessie BATES, had a large Bible on her table and also a Bible for reading. I never saw her reading the Bible and I never knew her to go to church. She was a good grandmother. Very loving and kind. She also lost a child. I can’t imagine that a person can go 8 decades without her son and never pray to God for guidance, help, or comfort. Especially while still retaining such a sweet spirit as my granny had.


Jessie BATES’ Bible- reading size.


Jessie BATES’ Bible- table size.

AUDREY’S BIBLE

This is my mam’s Bible. All my childhood I attended church alongside her every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night. I watched her help raise four of her grandchildren and care for my grandfather as he died from cancer. She helped care for elderly relatives as they lived out their final days and years. I know she prayed fervently and often and always read her Bible. Her Bible is definitely worn and indicative of a life well-weathered. It is missing it’s front cover.


Audrey DRAKE’s Bible

ROY’S AND KAY’S BIBLES

My parents, Roy and Kay, took me to church from the time I was born- every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night- and any other time the church doors were open. They made sure I was raised to know God and to love Him and I’m so grateful for that. I probably would have been a wild child if they hadn’t taken me to church early and often! I know they prayed often and always read their Bibles. They’ve had many Bibles over the years but these are ones they owned early in their lives.


Both Roy and Kay DRAKE’s Bibles

DEREK’S AND SHAINA’S BIBLES

My kids had Bibles from the time they were old enough to carry one around. They wore their early Bibles out. I’m quite certain that the last time I saw those Bibles they didn’t have covers and the spines were separating from the books. They also had tiny little pocket New Testaments. Derek’s was given away years ago to a homeless man in Boise, Idaho. Shaina’s is packed away. I also have a tiny pocket New Testament packed away somewhere that belonged to me when I was young. Somewhere packed away I’m sure we also have my husband’s old Bible. These Bibles are worn with use and we’ve gotten new Bibles over the years. I don’t have pictures of any of these Bibles so I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it. Derek’s favorite story when he was a child was in Judges 3 where Eglon, King of Moab, was stabbed by Ehud. He loved the battles in the Old Testament. Shaina’s favorite story was the story of Esther.


Derek and Shaina as children

YOUR LIFE WELL-WEATHERED

“A Bible that is falling apart usually belongs to someone that isn’t.”– Charles Spurgeon

Charles Spurgeon was one of my son’s favorite preachers. He is very good and I highly recommend listening to his sermons if you get a chance. You can find them in various places on the internet including Spurgeon.org, Sermon Audio, and Spurgeon Gems. Google his name and you will likely find more. He is called “Prince of Preachers”.

I’d love to see photos of your Bible. Show me your Bible-proof of a life that has been “well-weathered”. Tell me your favorite verse or favorite Bible story. Show me photos of your family Bibles and tell me their stories. I’m looking forward to it.

“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.” – 2 Timothy 3: 16-17, The Holy Bible

Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

Close to Home, Close to the Heart- Finale, Part 3

Troy BATES
I put out the call for stories about my uncles who have passed on. My cousin, Uncle Troy’s son, responded. He talked about being outdoors with his dad and how much the time he spent with his dad means to him now. He remembers a turkey hunting trip Uncle Troy took with 4-5 of his buddies when my cousin was in junior high. When they got back, all the tags had been filled. They got their picture on the front page of the little town newspaper. His dad killed almost all the turkeys but a couple but he didn’t take credit for all of them. Another story he related was a beautiful memory. He remembered the times he spent fishing with his dad. Sometimes they would get on the lake just before dawn and sit in the middle of Lake Eucha and silently watch the sun rise together. He treasures all the time he got to spend with his dad both in leisure activities such as fishing as well as working with his dad as an adult. He recalls that when they fished together it was always a competition to see who would catch the first, the biggest, or the most. Those trips were just he and his dad, or he and his dad and Uncle Butch. He said “the ribbing was non stop”. His memories bring tears to my eyes. I sometimes very much miss all those weekends at Granny BATES’ house and long for the close camaraderie with cousins and family. Family is a treasure to be protected at all costs.

Troy and Mae Bates.
Troy and Mae Bates.

He was so tall!


Kenneth BATES
When I put out the call for stories about Uncle Butch, one of my younger cousins responded. When she was little, her family didn’t live close enough to my grandparents to come visit them every weekend like some of the others. She says that once when they were visiting Granny’s house on the hill outside of South West City, Missouri, her parents were carrying her up the ladder to put her in bed. She remembers that she was probably younger than 5 years old and didn’t know who Butch was. She saw him as they were going to bed and he scared her to death. This makes me laugh because to me, he was probably the least scary of all my uncles. He was more like a big kid to me. But I could see how to her, he would have been scary because she was so young and she didn’t know him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to scare her on purpose as a joke. He was kind of a practical joker as I recall him.
My uncle Butch was always my favorite uncle on my mom’s side. I loved all of my uncles so if you asked me why he was my favorite, I couldn’t tell you exactly. In general, it was based on a little girl’s perception of the adults around her. I think I felt in him a certain sadness that wasn’t resolved and I wanted to fix it and make it better. It was a sadness that I always vaguely associated with his combat service in Vietnam. My memories of him include him playing cards with my grandparents, mom, and other aunts and uncles during the huge weekend family visits. Every weekend of my childhood (not even exaggerating) we would visit my mother’s parents on Saturday night. My aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and my family would all gather at my grandparents’ house. After my grandparents’ favorite television shows were over the adults would head into the dining room and play cards all night at the dining table. A phrase I frequently remember hearing from my grandpa, Lum BATES, was, “Well, Sumbitch!” That was usually followed by the sound of cards slamming down on the table. It was all in good fun and I remember all those weekends fondly now (although then I would have given a lot to do something else on one of those weekends). There were times I thought Uncle Butch might be sober at Granny’s house and just pretending to be drunk although I really couldn’t say. Most of the times I saw him he was either drunk or very good at pretending to be drunk or well on his way to being drunk. Again, something I associated with his sadness as well as his service in Vietnam. At my Uncle Troy’s funeral I remember having one singular, fleeting moment to tell my Uncle Butch how I felt about him. I’m so grateful I seized that opportunity because three years later Uncle Butch died suddenly and I never had another opportunity before his death to tell him how I felt. I wish I always made those kinds of no-regret decisions.

My mom decorating her brother Butch's grave.
My mom decorating her brother Butch’s grave.

Mom decorating Uncle Butch’s grave for Memorial Day, 2014.


I’m glad this week that I got to tell you about most of my aunts and uncle who have passed on. I wish I had told all of them how I felt about them when I had the chance. So today this is the moral of the story: Love the ones God gave you. Never forgo an opportunity to tell them how much you love them. To the best of your ability, live your life with no regrets and put love first.

Lisa @ Days of Our Lives

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