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Pa usually goes to bed with
the chickens but this night he wanted to talk about ten acres next to the home
place that the owner wants to sell.
It is good bottom land and we
could use the extra feed we could raise on it.
I ask him why he had not
already bought it. He said, “You know
things were uncertain for a few days and I was waiting until things were
straightened out in my head.”
He asked, “How much do you
reckon this place is worth?”
“Oh, maybe a hundred thousand,”
I told him.
He said, “If a man could buy
it for a thousand dollars he would have a real good bargain wouldn’t he?”
“Yep, that would be a pretty
good deal, why do you ask?” I said
Pa said, “I don’t know, I was
just asking for some reason.”
Then I realized that the
recent shock of what happened recently had caused both of them to lose most
memories about what took place. Nothing
was to be gained by going through and explaining the last few weeks to them.
I had seen men who had been
kicked by a mule lose their memory for a while and some who had got in a fight
and were beaten severely be in the similar condition.
I never saw a shock cause
this kind of memory loss before. The
situation wasn’t going to change so the less said the better. The next day I went over to see about the ten
acres with Pa and had to agree it was a good parcel.
We bought it for a good
price; almost too good after thinking about it.
As we left the property we
faced two men one of which was the spokesman.
The other one was the one you
would have to watch if trouble started for he was big and mean looking.
The man said, “You just
bought my property and I want it.”
I told him if he really
wanted it we would sell it to him for three times what we paid for it.
He replied, “I am going to
pay you half what you paid for it for that is what I offered him.”
I said, “Pa you walk over the
hill and ask Jake if we paid too much for our new property.”
As Pa left the big man was
counting out the money he was offering us and wanted the deed to be turned over
for our sale hadn’t been recorded as of yet. He wanted to scratch off Pa’s name and put his
on the deed.
Jake and a couple of his
hands were on their way down the hill as I kept telling the two men that we
were not going to sell for we needed this acreage.
As Jake arrived the big man
stepped forward taking up a fighting stance. Jake was carrying a rough walking
stick.
As the big man started to
attack Jake he was struck hard in the throat with the stick. He went down on his knees and was trying to
inhale enough air to survive.
We could see that all the
fight was gone out of him so we helped the other man get his wounded buddy in
the buggy and we haven’t seen or heard from them again.
Jake was always a good man to
have around if trouble started. He
wasn’t afraid of anybody and I depended on him in a tight situation.
After three days and two
fights later I decided to head home for a man could get hurt around here.
Ma didn’t want to let Bessie
go home with us for she was fast becoming her favorite grandchild. We promised to come back as soon as we could
but being busy it might be a while.
I told Nan that if we didn’t
get a new buggy soon we might end up walking and leading the horse. She said, “We should go ahead and order one
with softer seats and one with lights on it so we didn’t have to hang a lantern
on the shaves.”
I told her I had been waiting
to see if one of those horseless buggies were going to catch on or just fade
away. I wasn’t planning on buying one of
those contraptions but just wanted to see what her reaction would be.
She said I think a horse
would be more reliable for you for could always just ride the horse if the
buggy broke down. All four of us could
ride on ole Ransom here for he is big and strong and could carry us without and
trouble.
I decided that we weren’t
quite ready to step up into the new generation machines so a new buggy it is. I waited a few days before going to the buggy
dealer.
He didn’t have many buggies
in stock and none that I wanted. But he
had a lot of photos and drawings of them. He said he would have to order it
from L. S. Gladding and would take three months to get it.
I asked why so long and he
said Gladding not only make buggies but they also make parts for the horseless
carriages.
There was one with two seats
a wrap around top for the back passengers and just a top for the front riders.
He stressed the new lights and either a two or just one horse model. He said, “One horse could pull the buggy
easily but the two horses made the driver look more affluent.”
He said, “If the horseless
carriage keeps catching on it will be hard to get a new buggy.”
I placed my order and I
wondered what was this world coming to? With
all these new machines soon there would be no more need for field hands.
I wanted to get some polled
Hereford cattle for our ranch and see how they would do. I thought they were way over priced but went
ahead and bought thirty cows and one bull. I figured if it didn’t work out we would eat
them.
As large as out family has
grown we could go through them pretty quick.
I try to read and keep up
with what is going on in the world but as soon as I sit Bessie is right there
ready to crawl up into my lap. It makes
it difficult to read and hold her while she keeps moving around. Her sharp knees can cause a lot of pain when
they dig in to your bodily parts.
Matt is two and walking and
kind of talking. Up until recently he
was all mama’s boy but now with some help he started saying Da da. He tries to climb up into my lap but can’t
make it by himself me and whines for some help from me. So here I sit with both kids on my lap.
At least it gives Nan a
little time for herself.
I went by the church and told
the pastor that I was going to get a new buggy and if there was anyone who
wanted my old one I would give it to them.
Of
course it needs some repair but I would have it brought back into good shape
first.
He said it would be handy for
making his calls on the members for it just had one seat. He said his was a large two seater and made it
hard to get back into some of the farms he visited.
I said it was his as soon as
I got my new one.
He said, “You know the
Bristol’s have a new one coming in a week or so don’t you?”
I said, “No I didn’t know that.”
He said, “You know how
jealous they are. I’m afraid they might
think you are copying them and bought one because they did. Well I guess you can’t help what people
think.”
“Just one seat was getting
too crowded for us. With Bessie in the
middle and Nan having to hold Matt in her disappearing lap it was too much to
handle. We will have another little one
by the time the buggy gets here and sure will need it.”
Being near to one another has
now been reduced to a little hugging and the occasional kiss. I was looking forward to the birth of whoever
it is going to be.
Bessie noticed that Nan was
getting bigger and told her she was eating too much. She decided it was time to tell her about the
new baby. When she finally understood Bessie
said, “We don’t need another baby so send it back when it gets here.”
Nan said, “I can’t do that
for it will be a sweet little girl like you or a tough little man like Matt.”
Bessie said, “Mama it would
be better if it was a girl like me.”
I had heard her say, a tough
little man like Matt. She had said
Matt’s father was a tough but very gentle man. He had scared off most of would be suitors. As I thought about that I felt it would have
been difficult to scare me off once I was into her for a wife.
Then again I concluded we
probably have the same taste in a woman. Lucky him he met her first but she is mine now
and will always be.
His life wasn’t easy and he
was doing the best he could for his little family.
I wish there was some way I
could tell him how much I love all three of them and would see that they never
had need of anything.
I was a little jealous of him
and at the same time sorry for his early demise. And again I was glad that he
wasn’t around anymore for that was the only way for me to be in the position I
am in today.
At this time, however the
situation came about “It don’t matter”… or does it.
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