Here I am out in the hot kitchen, toiling in hot dish water and from the front room I hear “yanktschi po pokiyi” which is Chinese and means “have you washed the dishes?” I reply, “Yessee, most honorable mamma, most humble servant have do.” Of course I use Japanese but do not desire to show off too much.
Well here I am in the rumble grumble seat catching the dust from a sixty mile clip and on my way to Houston where I’ll be the guest of the Goodmans at Franklin Court until, well, say until Monday or somewhere close by. Saturday Mary Louise comes down from A. & M. and we celebrate our double birthday. Saves lots of coin, these double birthdays. If I were to be honored with ten kids I would have them all come on the same day. Might be tough for mamma, but would save papa much time.
Hot weather fine for cotton picking. Cotton has a strange fascination and from breaking ground to the last boll it is a slaving job. It keeps people poor, in debt, grubbing slaves, and yet ask any of them to give up their beloved master and notice how far you go.
Mr. and Mrs. John Shoemaker have returned from a trip to San Antonio and I am informed that they brought back a papa Goldberg and a mamma Goldberg which will be placed in the big lake and soon they expect a flock of little goldbergs which will soon supply the lake with enough goldbergs to enable them to make regular shipments. This being much too rich a food for local people, a market must be sought elsewhere. Such food is only to be served on golden plates to the members of the plutes.
When I think of the condition of our federal building and the dangers which confront our sweet P. M. with the coming of winter’s blasts, I am worried. His quarters are crowded and he is obliged to sit huddled among the threatened wreckage all the time in danger. If something is not done we shall find him some day frozen stiff, encased in ice, his sightless eyes fixed on general delivery and in his frozen hands a three-cent stamp which he hoped to sell so he might buy food for his family. If we have any civic pride, which I doubt, we should put this matter up to General Farley and urge him to build a new and modern building, not exactly for the convenience of patrons, but to give comfort and life saving to as fine a P. M. (which means postmaster) as is serving the public this day. We must not allow Ben to suffer this winter.
Well, the Centennial number of the Tribune came to us short of section one and six, but what we saw of it filled us with pride, not only in the Tribune and its wonderful issue, but in the young fellow who guided by the spirit of the Senior, was able to produce such a magnificent thrilling edition. We are waiting for the missing section and we are going to B. C. so we may see the DeLuxe edition. We only wish to see it. We never could dig up the fifty cents demanded for possession.
This from “where the setting sun turns the ocean’s blue to gold.” Greetings to our dear friends. Keep up with the Thoughts which we always enjoy fine, better and better. We think and talk of you very often and sending best wishes for your health and happiness.” Here is a plant that for nearly thirty years has been watered with friendly waters, the soil stirred by loving hands and year after year it has bloomed in beautiful colors and throwing over the lives of two families the delicate and lasting perfume that cements lasting friendship. It has grown year after year, increasing in blossoms until it has developed a close kinship. Well the welcome message brought comfort to me and happiness to the house of Homecroft. Many times when I have felt there existed little necessity for “Thoughts” comes a postal or letter telling me of the reader’s pleasure and hoping I would not discontinue writing. So I pick up my Corona and behold the Tribune comes out with a new string of slush.
Stop that giggling gal. Wipe that rand yard paint off your fingers. In my day prostitutes wore dresses clear to the shoes, every portion of their body covered. Today girls without shame walk the streets with just a GEE string, bare legs, bare bodies and I might write another bare. If my daughter appeared in such a shameless, disgusting, disgraceful costume, I would use the old hair brush on a tender part of her anatomy.
Came my find friend, Mrs. Liggett, a strong woman in her morals. One always knows where she stands on every question. After she leaves I feel better. I have gained patience.
Then came Dena D. Hurd and her son, Vernon. Fine boy is Vernon. Enjoyable visit, but they do not come often enough to please me. Splendid old friends. Beloved.
I have two bantam roosters and two bantam hens. The roosters come to my sleeping porch mornings much too early and set up lusty crowing. No more sleepeye. I scatter feed for them and while they tell the hens about it my quail come for feed and yesterday about twenty of these lovely birds were picking feed along with the bantams, the little cocks alert for danger and the hens busy gathering in their share of food. Great pleasure to watch these birds. A big crane drops into the slough and out of sight in the brakes. Some day some ruthless killer will shoot my crane and transform him from a beautiful living wide-winged bird into a fess of ruffled feathers and rotten carrion. How terrible. How can anyone commit such a criminal tragedy? Anyone tell?
On the ground fighting and snarling over disgusting carrion there is not much beauty in a buzzard, but wait until they spring into the air. Watch their graceful swing into the blue heavens. See them sweep without apparent efforts in wide circles covering miles of territory, every searching with eyes that see far and wide. A majestic bird when in the air. I like to watch them. My mocking bird leaps into the air from the chimney top and bursts into his sweet song. Some ruthless boy will no doubt take a shot at my mocking bird. Cruely! Ignorance! A fiendish desire for the kill. White-winged gulls with discordant notes, but how sweetly they fly and how beautifully they swing their way. Ever see a pelican drop like a shot into the by and rising with his luncheon all prepared? Nature gives us many wonders for our interest and pleasure.
Since I have been unable to read, the miserable wretch, “God bless her soul,” reads to me and as she reads about the Chino-Jap war I am amazed at her command of the Chinese and Japanese language. I don’t think either a Jap or a Chink would understand her, but it sounds good and gives one the idea that one is listening to an accomplished linguist.
Many of us will lift our eyes to the heavens and thank God that Congress has gone on and went home.
Sometimes I wish I lived in King Solomon’s time and could have many wives. If I had at present about eight or ten, I would not have to wash dishes.
The Japs or Chinks fire a shell that hits an American vessel and kills a sailor and wounds many people and all we do is name a commission to investigation. Bombs are dropped on the neutral section of the city and that calls for another investigation commission. Guess we are a bunch of silly cowards. We should slap both parties on the wrist. This would teach them a lesson, golburnem.
My wooden leg was giving me some trouble, so I took it off and found that a bunch of boll weevils had fixed up a nice little nest and were enjoying life. I cleaned them out, greased the cogs and she works fine. Wish I could fix my glass eye as easily. Maybe Doc Bowden can give me a new eye. He can do some wonderful things with bum optics.
While I am in Houston I’ll try and hunt up something bloody and gory to write about.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September, 1937?
The first meeting of the year was called to order at 2:45 p. m. Sept. 8, with Nancy Sutton presiding in the chair.
At this meeting the following officers for the year were elected: Nancy Sutton, president; Lillian Maddox, vice-president; Betty Lashbrook, secretary; Onieda Bullington, treasurer, and Dorothy Williams, song leader.
The girls voted unanimously on Miss Margaret Hill as sponsor and Miss Annette Johnson as assistant sponsor.
The club adjourned to meet Friday, Sept. 17.
The following girls were present: Nancy Sutton, Betty Lashbrook, Dorothy Williams, Onieda Bullington, Adda Bagley, Otha Floyd Mize, with our sponsor Miss Margaret Hill.
Batty Lashbrook, Sec’y.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 16,
The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club met at the home of Mrs. Dorothy Merck Tuesday, Sept. 14. All members but one were present, and four visitors attended.
After the regular order of business, Mrs. Sides took charge and gave a talk on walks and driveways of different kinds, using pictures she had taken to illustrate. She gave a report on the agents’ meeting at A. & M. Refreshments of cake, cookies and iced tea were served.
Mrs. Roy Nelson, Reporter.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 23,
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