Perfil-elcruce

In those days wild turkeys were common and people often caught them in a trap called a turkey pen, built or rather constructed as follows: With poles they would build a pen about six feet square on the side of a hill, and dig a hole about a foot deep in the underside reaches for the pen. They would cover it with poles and make a forest-like appearance that they would throw brush around. With the corn scattering abundantly in the ditch, the turkeys have been drawn to the pen, but the turkeys will not look for a way out […]

In the “old days” they had to resort to various means to prepare food for the table, and perhaps no stage is more interesting than the story of how corn and wheat were ground. In many families they had a grater. They might have called it a “stuffing machine”. It was made from a piece of tin, of whatever size it was possible to get. They punched it full of holes, bent it with the convex rough side, and then nailed it to a piece of board, forming a kind of semi-cylinder. Corn was rubbed on a cob, like clothes […]

In pioneering days, as now, there were four things essential to a good school. They were the material equipment, parents, children and teacher. The idea was by no means general that girls needed an education, and because of the cruelty and hardship of people they thought any place was suitable for a school house. Sometimes it was an abandoned building. It might have been an old corn cob. In one case, at least, it was an old stable. Little attention was paid to heating, light or ventilation. If they don’t burn or freeze, that’s enough. They were not seated comfortably […]

On the Big Muddy River in Jackson County, there lived in the “Old Days” a well-to-do family who had a beautiful daughter, who was admired by young men for miles around. He came there to court a young man of the neighborhood one winter’s evening, dressed in the best that pioneer life could afford. As, of course, always when a young man goes to see his best daughters, the hours fly by and it is time for him to go home, but it begins to rain and he is persuaded to stay the night. When he was shown his apartment, […]

To use the language of a pioneer, “money was pure (very rare) in their day.” And they had such a variety of criteria that they rarely knew the value of their money or how its value fluctuated. If someone suggested a deal, the answer often came in the query, “What kind of money did you get?” The answer might be, “Government money,” but it’s more likely to be “state money” or “Kentucky money” or some other kind of money, or more likely it’s just a general statement of what he should do in a trade. Leather and other items had […]

Where does the West begin? Outside where the hand holds a little stronger, Outside where the smile dwells a little longer, This is where the West begins. Outside where the sun is brighter, Where the snow that falls is paltry whiter, Where the bonds of the house are tighter, This is where the West begins. Outside where the sky is a paltry blue, Abroad where friendship is truer, This is where the West begins. Outside where a fresher breeze blows, Where there is laughter in every flowing stream, Where there is more harvest and less sowing, This is where the […]

pioneerBy FB Linderma Soon to the mist of spirit campon the borders of eternity,Dim, in the mist of the great afterlife,Major will have passed. Peace, like smoke from signal firesof the well-known red men in the past,He tends to them, with bright promiseIt also floats from gold threads. to the shaded end;Where the path of man is strange,Where the mystery is, a guide to Ford and pass.leads throughout the range. And there went the rich rewardWaiting to serve here.And fate, the two hills guard the damfrom each major.

The wise little home-loving truffle He doesn’t let his nerves snap; underground home, And there it can always be found. Assemble a doll-sized mini book: True, is the depiction of truffles and hair. Visitors can collect all of the botanical illustrations and verses from the Children of Mother Earth to print and create a little book of poetry for their dolls. Simply drag each png file. In the Word document, print, cut out all the pictures to the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze some white school glue along the pointed edge of the […]

Trumpet dance. old postcard. Baby corn lullaby Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, corn ba-by mine.Wrapped in your silk garment, soft and exquisite.Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, lit. one, dear,Nobody can harm you when the moth is near. When you close your eyelids in sleep.Angels will keep your delicate watch.They will bring you dreams, my dearNow they are coming, now they are here. Through the mail one day the youngsters received a box with a postmark from Nebraska on it. Opening it they saw the strangest doll imaginable, all neatly packed in broken tissue paper. This was a lady doll made entirely of corn husks and corn […]

“You will see clearly,” said Mr. GordeWe are a busy family.We give you bottles, cups and stuff,and curly vines for play rings.” Assemble a doll-sized mini book: True, pumpkins and hair is depicted. Visitors can collect all of the botanical illustrations and verses from the Children of Mother Earth to print and create a little book of poetry for their dolls. Simply drag each png file. In the Word document, print, cut out all the pictures to the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze some white school glue along the pointed edge of the […]