Eli and Sophia

Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Ranch at Myrtle Point

The Cow House and Our Horse

Our Skins

Jon, Dean and Raider

The Shiner, Early Sibling Abuse

Jon and Johnnie
Jon and Evelyn at the Ranch

Jon feeding the chickens




Johnnie and Evelyn



     These pictures are from a page of the first album I ever put together. Barbara incorporated it into an album we made for Dad (Johnnie) for his 80th birthday. The caption under me (with the 'shiner') in the wagon read 'The Hawk,' but the photo was missing. The actual hawk was nailed to the fence (as a warning to other hawks?) the year the turkeys were raised.  I just added that example of  “younger' sibling abuse to fill in the space.                                                                                       
     I'm assuming the raccoon skins may have had some value. I can remember rubbing Dean's nose (or face) into one of the flesh sides on one of them one time. (Remember that Uncle Gene may have gotten a “leg up” in the beer distribution business, as early as when he was running a 'trap line' on 10-mile lake, and the local bootleggers were using him to distribute their product.)
      Dad (Johnnie) was medically exempt from military service at the time of World War II. His siblings (Vake) served in the Navy; Gene in the [Army] Air Corps as an instructor; uncle Buck was Coast Guard (medically retired at some point).  Dad (Johnnie) worked as a carpenter during the building of Camp White (to be an Army training camp in the area of Eagle Point/Central Point), Oregon from something around l941 through 1942. He & mom then purchased the farm (ranch) where we lived until 1946 (when I was starting school), & moved to Myrtle Point.
     The 'ranch' was pretty primitive. We could hear the rats moving in our bedroom upstairs at night. One night I spotted an animal outside (coyote, or whatever, ) & went inside to get a rifle to shoot it (I was less than six at the time).
For decorations,outside, we used empty bomb casings which Fred Sharp brought from whatever job he was working at the time.
Jon

 


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