Saturday, May 8, 2010

”Com’ on in en Shut da door, Yer letin skitters in”


Cousin Don speaks some more......

Ms. Mona obliged me the opportunity to expand on the”Dog Trot” picture, belonging to Mr. & Mrs. George Whestley West. After a few hours' journey, we arrive at the West home on a Sunday evening, and as would be common-place of the times, we spend the night. Adjacent to the “Dog Trot” is a wonderful old porch facing one of Itawamba County’s earliest dirt roads that leads to the Dulaney Settlement. The front yard, or grounds around the home-place, is clean of grass and recently swept with a “Brush Broom” made of sagebrush or corn husk tied to a Hickory stick. Unlike today, grass in a yard was not welcome because it supplied a hiding spot for snakes and other critters. We find Ole George cooling in the evening shade on the front porch swing, one foot on the ground and one propped up on the swing’s arm, head resting on the other arm and tilted forward. His chin is tucked tight to his breast and his hands united under his chin

There are rags twisted tight and soaked in coal oil, lit, smothered out and dropped on the ground at each end of the porch. Such tactics were a common defense in a constant fight with the Mississippi mosquitoes and pesky house flies. Approaching the porch I see a big red combed rooster chasing a Dominecker hen, and they hurdle a pine log that has been stripped of its bark and thrown under the porch to capture ticks and flees. The fowl not only supplied eggs and meat for the supper table but was another form of pest control, keeping ticks and other insects picked clean from around the homestead.

George tilts his head and greets us with, “What yuns doin?”. I have a seat on an upside down lard can instead of choosing a sea-grass bottom chair or Coke crate. I notice two of the West knot-heads, Mittie Dell and Rhome, pulling a grey tick off the old sooner hound at the other end of the porch. I hear the screen door squeak just before a loud thud sounds as it slams shut. Mary inquires “have yaw et yet?”, and it provides us a chance to go in and see the West family's living room. So as Mary would probably say,”Com’ on in en Shut da door, Yer letin skitters in."

Mr. George’s wife” Mary” is Alfred’s daughter, of the original “Dulaney Brothers”: John, Alfred & Gilbert. Alfred’s wife is Rachel McNeese, believed to be the daughter of Henry & Mary McNeese, who were also early Itawamba Settlers. George is the son of John W. West & Elizabeth Robbins.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don, I'll just betcha the tin roof wasn't the original on this home! - most likely it was wooden split shingles. . . .

I will also tell you that as an ahem!, elder person, I recall that one of the favorite "brush broom" combinations used plum tree limbs that had many fine little branches for sweeping that fine powdery sand and this wasn't quite so heavy for the "younguns" to keep the place swept. I was much too young to realize the advantage of keeping the critters away!

A home made mop for scrubbing precedes what we think of as a shop push broom. I would think that this scrub broom had a board of maybe 8 x 18 inches with holes drilled into the flat side where corn husks were bound together and shoved into the holes. The husks could be easily replaced as they wore down to "nubbins"!

Keep up your great research. bettye

Arvel said...

Don, this is a fine imaginative piece. Delightful... and Bettye's comment gives us wonderful context...I was thinking as I read your narrative that it was probably a red letter event when the old house got a tin roof.

Anonymous said...

That story brings back some not-so-good memories. Been there.
James

Don Dulaney said...

Ms. Bettye, The mop and corn-shucks and the plumb brooom are wonderful. I would like to take credit for knowing the details of these peoples daily life, however, I have to come clean and tell you I ask a lot of the older generations,like you, to tell me what they remembered. The pleasure of this piece came from the opportunity in observing the joy they found as they relived their childhood for just a moment. I bet you are right Arvel, and I would like to have some of that homemade ice cream they probably made in their celebration.The fun of these pieces to me is your talking about more than one generation, these old stories could have spanned 60 or 70 years. Thanks

Don Dulaney said...

---- Mr. Arvel, I have heard the term "Red Letter Event" ,you used in your comment today before but never knew where it came from. So I looked it up. I thought I would share with yaw what I found.
-----(from Britannica)---The term originates from Medieval church calendars. Illuminated manuscripts often marked initial capitals and highlighted words in red ink, known as rubrics.

Arvel said...

Well I swannee,Don.

Rita said...

I love this story and the house. You paint a very good mental picture of life back then. Rita