Showing posts with label habits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label habits. Show all posts

October 31, 2013

Getting by

(Lyndon 12)
Lyndon never missed a class in school, but just got by.  He never did any outside study at all.  In high school one of his best subjects was art, all done in the classroom.  He got to staying out nights with friends we didn't know.

October 27, 2013

Backup

(Lyndon 10)
So you can see how it was.  I had had my mother long enough to have been influenced by her ideals.  I wanted to go to school.  My father often told me I could go as long as I wanted, be a doctor, and he would back me up.

October 6, 2013

Outcast

(Dogs 41)  Of course he ran away now and then, but I'll never forget the worst time.  I had spanked him for wetting on the kitchen floor and dropped him outside.  At once he left home and trotted up the road.  When I saw this, I grabbed his leash and hurried after him.  He would have nothing to do with me.

October 1, 2013

On patrol

(Dogs 38)
When Mr. Dee first got the hang of our house, which is long with wide window sills, he started to patrol it.  Sitting in one window, he would peer thru his long eyebrows until he saw someone going by, a cat on the hill, not country cars, then he would give the alarm, running the length of the house, jumping on each window sill as he went.  After a few weeks of this, I decided this was too hard on the paint as well as the ears and got thru to him it wasn't wanted.

September 19, 2013

Cairn terriers for sale

(Dogs. 31)
So on a Sunday afternoon family car ride we saw the sign with "Cairn Terriers for Sale."  They were all brindle except ours, for he was ours the minute we saw him scaring the grasshoppers in the garden --  black, hairy, not very big, hrdy, and with a quizzical expression.

August 29, 2013

Too close

(Dogs 21)
Vica and Skip were very close -- too close for her own good.  They were together every possible minute when school was out.  One night he had to leave her home and she objected so strongly I sat with her on the porch comforting her until his return long after midnight.

July 18, 2013

Really my dog

(Dogs 7)
Jennie played with the baby and was loved by all; but she was really my dog, rarely leaving my side.  If I hung clothes on the line, Jenny came in and out with me; if I sat down to read, she lay at my feet; when I lay sick on the davenport, she was tight against it.

July 9, 2013

Yard dog

(Dogs 2)
I'm afraid I remember little else about Cricket, except for his one outstanding accomplishment, he would never leave the yard.  Passersby, intrigued by such a small specimen, could coax all they cared to with cameras ready, but Cricket would simply stare thru the fence.

June 5, 2013

Allowance

(1930)
[Alfred Kay's] children had an allowance out of which they were expected to buy their clothes and amusements, except occasional large items like overcoats, tailormade suits etc.  I know meat balls were frequently served and Grandma Kay did a good deal of patching both of household items and family clothing.

April 24, 2013

Don't

(1980 memoirs)
The president of Ripon College was Silas Evans, well liked by all as far as I ever knew.  Chapel was compulsory and roll call was taken.  Speakers were often professors who were also ministers.  Prexy often spoke himself.  As a member of Tess O'Brian's Special English Class, I flinched every time he said, "He don't."  One day he spoke of it, saying he realized his mistake as soon as he said it, and his wife frequently corrected him, yet he could not overcome it; and cautioned us all to make good habits now

April 14, 2013

More about Mice

(1980 memoirs)
Margaret was of a large Roman Catholic family and deep in the middle, an agreeable girl and kind.  Irma was very smart, very quick.  Now she plays a lot of golf; house always shining; is always on top of whatever she does.  El was an excellent dressmaker and made entire outfits for her small sisters, self, and helped me too.

February 20, 2013

The privy

(1980 memoirs)
Are you wondering why she kept the privy?  Well, why not?  What if the inside toilet broke some day? or the water froze or was turned off?  Where should we be then?  It was a little house, scrubbed clean and unused, just kept in readiness.  And one early November day when we had an early mean biting stinging snowfall, here my dear cousin was  --  on top of the outhouse, nailing down a few new shingles she had been meaning to get at all summer long.

January 24, 2013

Frankie's bedroom

(1980 memoirs)
Still on this wall, now is the door to her room, open unless she was washing or dressing.  It wasn't like a real bedroom at all.  She slept on sort of a cot and this was always covered with a dark woven spread of some kind; no pillows ever seen.  The wash stand was off to one side, away from the door, and a cane bottom straight chair or two.  That was about all.  The clothes were always in the deep closet.  On both rooms the floor had a thick dark rug.

December 17, 2012

Temperance

 A story about Frankie made the family rounds and here it is.  You have to know the whole crew was for Temperance, and no doubt all had signed the Pledge and heard of the pitfall of the Demon Rum.  Well, Mrs. [Alvira] Clapp was very sick, declining, no appetite; Frankie was waiting on her as best she could, but at last a doctor was called in.  After his examination, he recommended two or three tablespoons of wine be given his 90-year-old patient.  Frankie heard this prescription with mixed feelings.  "But, doctor," she remonstrated, "don't you think it may start a bad habit?"

October 29, 2012

Mag

(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
My father never looked at another woman all those years [when Minnie was sick], but at night he would go to Taychedah and have a beer and talk with pals.  There was an old man who used to say to a spinster passing the saloon on her way home, "I know ya, Mag.  With you little red petticoat.  I knew ya Mag, years ago - I knew ya."  And she would hurry past as fast as she could walk.  And the men would all laugh, of course, at the window or outside.

October 7, 2012

Oconto kitchen

(1992 Memoirs)
[The room after that [i.e. beyond the dining room] was the kitchen, which held her sewing machine at the window looking onto an alley.  In the kitchen, the width of the house, next to her machine was the range, where a kettle was kept boiling and from which ashes were carried out in the back yard two or three times a week.  Here was a large table, which when the leaves were up was plenty large enough to lay out pattern and cloth and cut the garment.  On the wall opposite the window was a sink which had just one fawcet but only a drain to a pail under the sink.  This when full was carefully carried to the back yard and dumped along with upstairs slops and ashes.  In the woodshed was a pail where we pinkled before we went upstairs to bed.

September 5, 2012

Here comes the lad

(1970 January)
Every morning we got up at 6:30 - breakfast at 7 - a tense time wondering if the paper boy would come with the paper in time to be read at the table.  Sometimes Lorin would be oh-so-quaint and say, "Ah, here comes the lad."  Or I might.

July 9, 2012

Soup

(1968 December 1)
We had a fine #12 turkey, and now I have cut it all off the bones, covered them with water, added diced onion, carrot, celery, parsley, lemon slice, and tomorrow we'll have
soup.  How's that for economy?  You were brought up to be frugal, so it should come easy to you.  I will never spend much, unless I am absolutely carried away, and this is indeed a rare occasion.

July 2, 2012

Something new

1968 March 20, First day of Spring
As Lorin came home at noon, I was finishing licking an envelope at my desk.  "I just threw Caution to the Winds" I said.  "And ordered a dress and cape at Simpson's.  What's new with you?"  --  "Look outside," said he.  Looking out, I spied a gold four-door Cadillac.  "Whew!" said I.  Then he explained:  as he was coming home [in his Oldsmobile] Frank Jones [client & GM dealer] caught up with him at Hestitunes with this car they had been waiting to come in.  So they traded so Lorin could try it out.  So there it was.  Beautiful.  Convenient to get in and out of.  Our last car.  You know, every time Lorin (the Bank) uses his car, he salts away fifty cents so when it is time for a new one, he has a car fund ready.

June 30, 2012

Nice try

On my birthday Daddy asked me out to eat at the Park [hotel] and then to the Eskin [theatre] to see "The Taming of the Shrew"  Usually I am home at night (also days) and when I do go out, I prepare for it by resting up beforehand.  Too too bad but a nice try.