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Thursday, January 1,2009 Commuaity Page 7 Tri-County News Kimball, MN Compiled by the Kimball Area Historical Society Z  . Sampling the seed corn, part 1 of 2 From the pen of Elizabeth Coo- the little kids to get downstairs He jumped into my arms and I felt per Mike, Kimball Historical Soci- ety member and her book "The Girl From Stickney Hill, Kimball Prairie, Minnesota." (Reprinted with per- mission of the author.) The freezing wind swept down from the north and howled around the old farm house all night, mak- ing us huddle in our beds in shiv- ering cramped cold, wishing for morning and an end to the storm. But when morning came, the wind was still whistling around the house, trying to get its icy fin- gers into every nook and cranny, turning every window pane into a frosty winter scene so thick it was difficult to scratch even a tiny peephole to see out. But I scratched until I could see the south road past the house. All blown over. Not a single track remained where Daddy, the day before, had plowed out two sled tracks with the single-blade walk- ing plow dragged along behind the sled and a team of horses. It was a frozen January morn- ing in Minnesota in the early 1930s and I had just celebrated my birth- day. As I looked out of the south window at the deep drifts in the field across the road and the wind still whipping snow off the high peaks, I thought there'll proba- bly be no school today. The sky was dark and leaden colored with a pale weak sun trying to come up in the east. Daddy poked up the almost dead embers in the pot-bellied stove in the living room, trying to get the chill offthe room. He threw in some fresh wood, enough to last for a couple of hours. Daddy had banked the fire well with a bit of coal the night before, but dozed in his easy chair beside the stove all night to be sure the fire didn't go out, and we'd all wake up frozen in our beds. He soon bad the front room stove going too and the kitchen range, but there was still not enough heat to melt the thin cov- ering of ice that coated the top of the water in the water pail that stood on the commode behind the kitchen door. Now I plunged the common drinking cup down through the ice to get a teeth-chat- tering drink of morning water. I had always heard that my great- grandmother's complexion was so beautiful and free of wrinkles because she broke through the ice every winter morning to splash the cold water over her face. And I thought now, "Ugh! How could she?" Daddy said, "I'll be out in the barn feeding the stock and getting the milking done. Send Jack out as soon as he gets dressed." Muddy was up and urging all and dress by the stove. The rule in our house was that everyone was fully dressed when they came to the breakfast table. No pajamas or nightgowns! In the corners of the living room it was still shivering cold, but it was hot by the stove and toasty warm behind the stove, between the stove and the wall, and this was where I stood trying to get my shoes and stockings on. I hated the long underwear we had to wear in cold weather. It made bunches under my stockings no matter how carefully I folded over the under- wear legs. Right then I said to my mother, "I'm not wearing this awful bulky underwear next winter. I don't care how cold it is. I don't care if I freeze to death." I pulled up my long brown stockings as smooth as I could and fastened the tops to the garters that came down over my shoulders. "It's bad enough," I said, "that I have to wear these ter- rible black sateen bloomers," and I flounced out to the kitchen, ready to put up school lunches just in case. Muddy said, "We'll see." Her usual comment when she wanted to put me off. Well, I thought, she didn't say no. And then, I thought, I'll have to work on getting rid of these bloomers too. I wanted some nice white or pink ones, short ones, not down to my knees. I remembered the time when I was about six or seven and I fell backwards into a tub of wash water that was setting by the door on the floor of the old kitchen. The cold water almost took my breath away, and I sat for a while trying to collect my wits. Daddy laughed. He always did like a good joke. Then he laughed some more when I stood up. My black sateen bloomers, with elastic around the waist and at the bottom of each leg, had filled up with water and each leg puffed out in little black balloons around my knees, which slowly collapsed as water ran down my legs. I held my chin high and flounced out of the room that time too. Muddy was stirring the big pot of oatmeal on the cook stove and setting out the dishes, milk, cream, and sugar on the little kitchen table to help Peggy get started set- ting the big dining room table in the living room. Hovering around the two heating stoves the little kids were trying to finish dress- ing. It still wasn't very warm in the house. Where was Robert, I wondered? Then he came tumbling down the stairs in his blue flannel pajamas, bumping his bottom on each step as he slid down without walking. his warm breath against my neck as I squeezed him tight. Hewas our youngest, nearly three years old, and a real charmer. From beneath a shock of wavy blond hair his blue eyes grinned up at me as he fin- ished chewing something and swallowed. And then I smelled the dreaded smell, a smell something like sulfur. A smell I knew well. Rat poison. Part 2 will resume Jan. 15, 2009. 2009 In Kimball, still known to some of you as one of Minnesota's best kept secrets, or "a pause that refreshes" on Highways 15 and 55, where almost everybody knows your name, and find the joy of life's little dramas. Thank you for your support for the Kimball Area Historical Society. We are fortunate to have friends like you who enable us to continue to tell and represent the powerful first chapter of our area's history. We hope that you will renew your membership for 2009 at this time. By continuing your commitment, both today's visitors and generations to come will be inspired by and learn from the courage, sacrifice and aspira- tions of our first citizens. Our soci- ety is sustained by your member- ship and donations- all is fully tax deductible. Watch for upcoming 2009 his- tory happenings, including an out- standing program at our February meeting, followed by the annual Community and Business Expo in March and much more through- out this new year. Indexers return to record his- tory at 9 a.m. Monday, Jan. 5, in Kimball's City Hall. And the City Hall restoration continues. For more information, mem- berships, stories for this column, growing your genealogy, dona- tions and memorials, etc. contact the Kimball Area Historical Soci- ety at EO. Box 100, Kimball MN 55353, or call (320) 398-5743 or (320) 398-5743 or (320) 398-5250. "What will you keepsake this year?" SAVE UP TO 50% OFF YOUR NEXT HEATING BILL! Saves Mmmy NOW_Saves Money LATER / Heats up to 1000 sq. 1/Cannot start a fire ft. evenly for about a I/FREE shipping $1 a day / Full factory warranty J Safe around kids & pets J NEW low price! 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