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For a long time, I know Mom did the family laundry by
                                                                 hand. She heated water on a wood cookstove and used a
                                                                 washboard. Later Dad bought Mom a “kickstart” gasoline
                                                                 engine-running wash machine. Mom thought she had
                                                                 died and gone to heaven. The machine wasn’t perfect,
                                                                 but it beat hand scrubbing. Ironing was done with the old
                                                                 hand iron heated on the stove. Bathing was done in two
                                                                 ways, one by heating water in a washtub. The smaller of
                                                                 us boys would bathe in the tub. The other was to use the
                                                                 community shower at the top of the hill. Most adults used
                                                                 the showers.



                             School students 1940s

            The home east of the school was inhabited by the
            DeMillle family; I went to school with Ronald DeMille.
            Continuing past the DeMille house there is a fork in the
            road at which you would find an old store and blacksmith
            shop owned by Pat Lawler. The blacksmith shop is now
            gone. The store has been used as a residence. As of early
            spring 2010, the store sat empty and was still owned by
            the Lawler family. Turning left at the fork, you would
            drive down into the mill site proper. The road now is
            gated. In the early 40s, the homes were all east of the
            mill. By the late 50s, there were homes to the west of the   Example of a gas powered wringer washing machine.
            mill, then the mill itself, lumberyard, company store,
            bunkhouse. The mill and all of the homes are now gone.   People I remember from the early years were Johnny
            The mill and homes were torn down and the mill moved   Burns and his sister, Joan; their parents, Phil and Gwen
            to Diamond Springs after 1964.                       Burns; Louis Hatchet; and a big black man everyone
                                                                 called “Big Tom.”

                                                                 There was a young boy my own age by the name of
                                                                 Timmy Twist. I don’t remember much about him except
                                                                 that he liked to drink canned condensed milk straight
                                                                 from the can. The Felmly family was also there. Neil was
                                                                 one of the sons. Another family that I remember was the
                                                                 Heizers--Charlie, Loraine, and daughter, Betty. Charlie
                                                                 worked at the mill, but they lived in Fairplay [now Fair
                                                                 Play]. Charlie built a small house on Perry Creek on
                                                                 Fairplay Road, a short distance north of the junction of
                                                                 Perry Creek Road and Fairplay Road. The house is still
                                                                 there (circa 2011).
                 Mill houses, the woman and baby are not related to me.
                                                                 Timmy and the older kids that lived up the hill got into
            The houses we lived in during the early1940s were not   a snowball fight with my brothers, me, and the other
            painted and looked old. One might call them cabins. Dad   kids that lived at the bottom of the hill. I can remember
            installed cold running water. Ours was one of the first   snowballs flying everywhere and I hid behind a log. I
            houses to have running water. I do not remember much   made a snowball as big as my hands could carry. I peeked
            about the house itself, only that it was unpainted board-  over the log and I saw Timmy reaching down to make a
            and-bat construction on a stilted wood foundation. The   snowball. I took this opportunity to let loose my beautiful
            house was very small.                                handmade weapon. At that very moment, Timmy looked
                                                                 up, and I smacked him right between the eyes. He ran
            There was a small bedroom at each end of the house, a   home crying. I ran home crying, too, afraid I was going to
            living room and kitchen combination, and a back porch.   be in trouble
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