A while ago, I was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I have the window open because the temperature outside is about 80 degrees. Out the window, halfway down the yard, is a well pulley on one of those yard hooks for plants or birdhouses, or whatever needs to be outdoors. I chose to hang the pulley.
It is an Oklahoma pulley, I am sure. It came to my husband and I from Chickasha, where his aunt and uncle lived. They were country people - farmers both on a large scale and then on a smaller scale but growing, then putting up, their own food for as long as they were able.
Uncle Lafe died in 1975. That was a long time ago but I still miss him. Auntie lived quite a bit longer in their home, but eventually had a stroke and had to come to the city. Her household belongings - most of them, that is - were moved up here, too. But there were things that were left behind. Some of those are what were most valuable - think memories - to Steve and I.
Auntie and Uncle Lafe had a plot in Chickasha, very near the College. Lafe built their house with a livable basement and single story but with full attic, on the east lot. Here he planted pecan trees; lots of them. Across the road (which was a city street, not a country road) he had an acre or two for: raising rabbits for his family-famous rabbit sausage; a fish tank on the lot; and the rest of the ground, as far as I know, was for just food of all kinds - and plenty of it.
We brought home an old cast iron stove - the parlor kind, but not at all fancy, just wonderfully strong. It was under the house and we crawled under there to get to it. We brought plenty of other things, too. Things that we had no practical use for, but just because they belonged to Auntie and Uncle Lafe.
I have several of Auntie's notebooks and here are some of her notations:
Record of Odds and Ends as thot of From Time to Time. VE
1940: canned 18 qts beef . . . 9 qts green beans . . . 5 qts beets . . . 8 qs corn . . . 4 qts cow peas. . . bought 2 bushels peaches . . . bought bushel grapes, put 7 1/2 qts marmalade, 9 qts grape juice & 5 qts just grapes . . .
From those pecan trees Uncle Lafe planted, we had a tree ourselves, planted in the city when Steve was a kid, at the house where he grew up. We ended up living in that same house for 25 years and our pecan tree was a wonderful treat. One year I had a full bushel basket and another 3/4 bushel to crack. And crack them I did, savoring the pecans, the work, and the joy of the memories.
There are more mentions of Lafe Eggleston and Veda Berry Eggleston in these dated articles: 2018: April 25 and 26 2019: September 14 and 15
After Auntie had a stroke and moved to the city, she stayed with her sister (my mother-in-law) for quite a while. But she worsened and was moved to a nursing home. I put together a photo album for her. This is what it looked like.
Each of us who were her family had a page to add a photograph of themselves and a note to Auntie. It worked out wonderfully well. She kept it with her in the nursing home and after her death my mother-in-law - her sister - asked if she could keep it for a while. That was fine with me. We had all put our hearts into the album.