Kit Carson County, Colorado |
Harrison L. and Nellie Clark,6 South 43 West
Opal(Clark) Smith wrote a wonderful story about Harrison and Nellie Nellie worked for an invalid cousin, and there she met my father Harrison Clark. They were married in 1884 in Springville, NY. That year, Harrison was working for his brother, Harvey, and he got his board and room with wages so long as that brother lived in part of the house with his parents, Lewis and Louisa. They had Nellie come and live with them. Grandma Clark was a wonderful, gentle lady. Nellie loved her like her own mother. She gave Nellie a small soft pillow and all her life Nellie used that pillow. She thought she could not sleep on any other pillow and she was very particular about that pillow. She never allowed us children to play with it, or treat it carelessly, except if we were sick. It was a treat to be allowed to lie on it. It was strictly "tabo" for us to have it. I suppose she used it every night of her life, for I know if she ever left home, she always took her pillow along with her night gown. I know she used it the night that she died.. . A year later Harrison rented a farm and they started keeping house. Their first son was born July 1886, and they were proud of their Ellis Leroy. Ethel May was born 2 years later. About that time, they were attending revival meetings, and were both converted. Nellie kept her faith clear and bright all her life, but Harrison backslided and for many years he was not a Christian. Walter was born in 1894 and when he was about 4 years old they moved to Nebraska. The life was a hard pioneer struggle. Cold winters and the house where they lived had a cellar for the kitchen. It was dug out of the bank, with just one side boarded up. They used a ladder to go up stairs to the second floor, up above was an attic whre they had another sleeping room. Opal Lillan was born Dec. 17th 1900. When Ethel was 12 years old and Ellis 14, when they called the children to come in and see their new baby sister. Ellis looked at me and said "shucks, now there won't be an extra piece of pie". Mother always made big pies and cut them in 6 pieces, and Ellis generally got away with the extra piece.. . Prosperity came along, with lots of hard work and perseverance, and they built on an addition, so there was a nice large sunny kitchen and bedrooms. Life seemed smiling on them, but Dad felt the call to go farther west. He heard of free land in Colorado. He also heard of the wonderful water they had in Colorado, and wanted to leave the hard Alkali water where he lived, as it was affecting his kidneys. It was hard for Mother to again pull up and leave a comfortable home for in New York, they had just completed a wonderful new large farm home when they moved to Nebraska. I remember after Dad came home to Nebraska, after he had made a trip to Colorado to see what the conditions were there, he brought a small bottle of water back with him and had each of us taste it so we could see how good and pure the water was. I was 5 years old then and in March of 1906, after he had gone ahead, with the stock and furniture, and belongings, he sent for Mother to come on with Ethel, Walter and I. We went to Burlington, and when we got to the shabby little town, the wind was so strong we had to hold to posts to keep from being blown away as we walked from the depot to a hotel where we stayed till Dad sent a "two-seated buggy" to take us out to the homestead, 18 miles north of Burlington. It was a bitter cold day when we made the trip. We had to cover our heads with a buffalo robe to keep from freezing, and there was a poor road, hardly more than a trail that led over the prairie. The driver pointed his long buggy whip toward some cow manure and said "now there is buffalo chips". That is what we use for fuel. After that Walter and I used to walk around and try to distinguish which were buffalo chips and what was just plain cow chips!! We didn't realize that the word buffalo came from the fact that the cattle ate the buffalo grass. It was the wirey kind of grass that kept the chips together so they were like large flat pancakes. Later we used to take large lumber wagons and go out on the prairie and pick up loads and loads of chips and stack them close to the kitchen door, so our winter supply of fuel was handy. Every little sod shack had its pile of buffalo chips close by.... . Dad built a big frame house, and it was a landmark over the country. It had a story-and-a-half with a stairway, and a large kitchen built on a well. There was a large frame barn, and a frame corncrib and grainary combined with an alley-way between where he kept the grain drill. Dad always took good care of his farm supplies and implements and didn't let them stand out in the weather. He had a well dug, and the water was truly the best in the world. I often wish after some now. People came for miles around to get water and take it in barrels to their sod shacks. It was the only well for some distance around for a while. Dad bought a herd of cattle, but the rancher took advantage of his ignorance and he got a poor bunch of animals. Some were "locoed" a result of eating the loco weed that came up first in the spring. They were so drugged that they wouldn't eat anything else. It was one of the problems of the rancher to get rid of the loco weed, and they carried a sharp shovel around to dig up the weeds. I have heard it said that the loco weed was the same as the Marijuana that the Mexicans smoke, and that our young citizens smoke for a thrill. It made the cows hesitate to attack a rider on a horse. The cattle had long horns at first, which made them double dangerous.. . I remember after we moved into our house, one day a herd of wild range cattle were following the cow trail which led near our house - they plodded along with their heads down - going down to the Launchman creek for water, I suppose--when suddenly on of them raised his head and saw the strange spectacle of a framehouse near by. They gave a bellow of terrror and a stampede followed, it was a laughable sight to see those cattle run frantically, bellowing and bawling and their tails lifted high in fear and long horns clashing!. . Later the homesteaders moved in, they fenced their 160 acres with new posts and barbed wire. Walter and I used to like to walk along the fence. One day I noticed a lot of small round pellets around a post. I asked Walter what it was, and he told me it was B.Bs. and if I would pick up a lot of them he would make a gun to shoot them. So, I started following the fence posts and I confiscated every tin tomato can I could find. Soon I had the entire fruit shelf in the cellar filled with tomato cans full of my precious B.Bs. waiting for Walter to do his gun making stunt. One day Dad was in the cellar looking for nails, and he picked up one of my tomato cans. I remember his grunt of disgust as he looked at it. He tossed it out doors, and then picked up another, with the same result, until all my hard earned ammunition was out on the ground. I was heartbroken, and at the supper table I blurted out "Papa throwed out all our B.B. shot" and the family began investigating. Of course they landed on Walter after he admitted his part in the affair, and how the family laughed! I didn't know until after supper when Mama took me aside to talk to me, that the ammunitaion came from the numerous Jack Rabbits that infested the land.. . We lived on the homestead until I was 14, then Dad sold it to Ellis, and we moved to Sterling, Colorado, where I went to school. Ethel lived at Sterling too Later we went back and stayed during the summer in Ellis' homestead house, where he used to have the post office called "Morris and a little country store. About the time we were packed and ready to move to Colorado Springs, where I planned to attend high school, I was suffering an attack of appendicitis, so our moving was delayed. Later that winter I went to the Happy Hollow School where Lola Reneau was teaching the 9th grade. Dorothy and Gladys Nohr, Estelle Straughn and I were in the class. Lola Reneau boarded with us, in the little two-room house where Ellis and Amy had lived. In the front room we had two beds - just room for them to be placed foot-to-foot. We cooked, ate and used the other room for living. It was close quarters, but Lola found it preferable to living in a 2 room soddy with a large family of children. The next year I went to McPherson, Kansas to school and Dad and Mother moved to Canon City to live, so I then went to school in Canon City and married there.. |
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