Coop's Corner: Wisconsin to Yellowstone...1932

Friday, February 8, 2013

Wisconsin to Yellowstone...1932

A lot has changed......

For a quick review, Gramp rode his '19 Harley Davidson to Montana in 1922 to visit a relative and to find work. He met his future wife there, they eventually wound up in Barron County Wisconsin where he began carrying rural mail for the Post Office. By July of 1932, they were able to take their first vacation. My Great Gramp went along with the young parents, Great Gram stayed home to babysit the 6 year old (my dad) and the 2 year old (my aunt).

As explained, this trip was taken in their car, w/tent and various gear. On their following trips, for which there are detailed reports that fill a 3 ring binder, they used Gramp's home-built camper trailers. They stopped at not only scenic places, but visited various friends and family on the way, many of whom had been my Grams' neighbors in Vananda, MT when she was growing up there. Much detail follows and it may get a bit long, but there are some real gems here, things I had NOT heard sitting next to Gramp on the davenport as a little kid.

I could have included the OCR files I've made, but find Gramp's typed pages too charming to not show. He was a letter writing Master, not for quality but rather for the quantity of writings he shared with family, pen pals, his digging for genealogy facts......he simply loved to correspond. I can't imagine what he'd have thought of the Internets.

They're a bit tough to read though and for that I apologize.......

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2 comments:

VStar LadyFebruary 10, 2013 at 8:35 PM
Coop - makes me wish I had chronicled my trip to Yellowstone for my grandaughter(s?). I love reading the archives from my family - we have no epic journey recounts, but a lot of day to day things were written down. Thanks for sharing.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayFebruary 12, 2013 at 6:31 AM
VStar Lady, mom and dad have kept personal diaries for what may just be forever so it seems I must have the habit to continue. Exciting adventures or day to day, looking back can be very rich. At least when it's there we've got the choice.
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The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

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