Page 12 - Landscape Draft 1 copy

what they made the trip in. We did the chores and went to kansas at our destination Lonoke. It was cloudy, chilly, and
bed early the nights they were gone. That was the first time
they had left us by ourselves, but we got along real well and
was so glad to see them when they got home.
It was Jacob Summer Wolf, husband of Albert’s sister Mary
Margaret Walt who died July 14, 1912 from being kicked in
the chest by a mule.
During the summer of 1912, I worked for a lady and her
husband who lived in Harveyville. He was the professor of
high school. I got $3 a week. She had such large washings
and ironings. They had two small children. I also helped
prepare the meals and did the dishwashings.
In 1914 Dad got the roaming fever again. He went to Ar-
kansas and found a place. So he rented our place out and we
began packing again. I was a junior in high school so had to
quit school. Dad took our horses, four head of horses, and
the pony and several chickens. We took all of our furniture
and belongings, so he rented a freight boxcar. He and Cecil
went with it to look after the horses, etc. Mother and the
rest of us children went by passenger train. We arrived in Ar-
12 Part of my Life as a Story
disagreeable. This was in the month of December. Some
folks, our new neighbors helped us move out to the new
home, 7 ½ miles. That was the custom in those days to help
the newcomer out. Of course we had our own spring wag-
on and the other big wagon. It was snowing the evening we
started out to the place. It was dark when we arrived. Lamps
had to be filled, beds put up and made, supper to get, we
were all so tired. To save making up mine and Blanche’s
bed, two of the neighbors insisted we go home and spend
the night with them. Blanche was lucky and went to a nice
home but the people I stayed with were so poor. The house
was cold and I could see daylight thru the plain board walls
of the house from the bedroom where I slept. I didn’t sleep
much that night. This neighbor’s wife was so frail and thin,
the children so undernourished and half clothed. We had
cold hard biscuits and some mush for breakfast. I learned
afterwards he wasn’t very good to his family, a poor provid-
er. I was glad to get over to our new home to get it straight-
ened up. It was a large old rambling house, three fireplaces.
We had a cookstove too. It was unusually cold that winter
and the houses weren’t built for such cold weather. They