| Pioneer Women |
| Life In Bear River Based on a story, A Peek Into The Past, by Myrna Houck. |
My first seven
years were spent
in a little log cabin,
Thirty five miles
north of Hibbing
Minnesota.
That I exist today
is due to my
parents who knew
the art of surviving,
And passed it on
to the succeeding
generations.
years were spent
in a little log cabin,
Thirty five miles
north of Hibbing
Minnesota.
That I exist today
is due to my
parents who knew
the art of surviving,
And passed it on
to the succeeding
generations.
| "We had good food, Warm clothing and a Warm place to live." |
"The cabin was in a swampy
area which produced millions
of mosquitoes with a thirst for
blood;
our blood. "
We spent many days on a
bed with mosquito netting
tucked in all around and
fastened to the ceiling.
My mother would prepare
food and bring it to us in our
improvised fortress.
This became our playground
bedroom in fact about
anything needed for survival.
My mother was a survivor."
area which produced millions
of mosquitoes with a thirst for
blood;
our blood. "
We spent many days on a
bed with mosquito netting
tucked in all around and
fastened to the ceiling.
My mother would prepare
food and bring it to us in our
improvised fortress.
This became our playground
bedroom in fact about
anything needed for survival.
My mother was a survivor."
The white leghorn chickens
produced eggs, meat and feathers
for pillows.
Milk from our Jersey cow was rich
in cream or butterfat.
Our Mom would strain the milk into
shallow pans and set them on the
cool dirt floor below the kitchen
area.
The kitchen floor had a trap door
that lifted up to make a space for a
ladder for up and down or in and
out.
Which ever way you would view the
contraption.
produced eggs, meat and feathers
for pillows.
Milk from our Jersey cow was rich
in cream or butterfat.
Our Mom would strain the milk into
shallow pans and set them on the
cool dirt floor below the kitchen
area.
The kitchen floor had a trap door
that lifted up to make a space for a
ladder for up and down or in and
out.
Which ever way you would view the
contraption.
| Mathilda Houck with her four children, Gladys, Myrna, Vivian and Lloyd. |
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Gladys wrote a poem about the cabin called, "The
Cabin at the Rainbow's End". To view the poem
click here.
Cabin at the Rainbow's End". To view the poem
click here.