| 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."
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."
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.
"The Cabin at the Rainbow's End". To view
the poem click here.