Written by Grandma in 1934, Denver, CO.  July 25th – I was five months old.  I guess this was my mother’s grandma.  The people she mentions are my great grandparents and their siblings.  She is writing to family in Kansas.  Baca Co is where my folks (me, too) lived.  Millard was mom’s cousin.


“Dear Millard & Eleanor  I will write a few lines after so long  We went back to Kans on visit.  I forgot to take my adress book with me so I couldent write to any of you  I cant remember adresses.  We came home last week.  Was glad to get where it is cooler.  Was so awful hot there in Kans. never was so hot there had some showers, but not enough to do any good.  Pastures all burnt up  if it don’t rain soon the feed will die.  they will have to sell some of their cattle or give them away.  their wheat only made 4 to 6 bu. some on sumer fallow. want more.  so much not farmed in Baca Co the government is buying cattle shooting them that arent good and letting them lay.  no crops there at all.  95 pr cent on relief.  Guy Riddles are moved to Littleton where Iowa lives.  They are on relief.  Clyde bought some cattle there feched them here on pasture.  I dont know what people will do if it dont rain so they have wheat pasture. Claras raised some wheat.

George has out beets but the creek is getting so low cant irrigate much if it dont rain.  He hante very well or Will or Leatha.  We stayed at Lamar a while.  Ruths are well her baby is so cute.  He still works for the telephone co.  Mildren hante very well.  Chas & Harve & another man have a oil refinery started.  He is better than he was.  Bill Crane has never herd from his wife.  is going to get a divorce.  still works here in Denver.  Loises friend Lois has left her man and children,   He is working here.  He went back home the girls knew her back there.  I dont know what women mean leaving there little ones  it is so bad for a Mother to die and leave.

How is every one there?  the weather is cooler here.  I hope it is other places.  We wanted to go on to Claras but it was to hot will go when it gets cooler.  had a good visit there.  the children have grown so it has clouded up hope it rains.  With love Grandma


Government program (shooting cattle and letting the lie) then sounds about as efficient as government programs now.  There never was a Dem more worshiped than FDR.  My mom was among them; we did survive via WPA and the CCC so I sort of understand.  We didn’t remain on relief long. Relief was just that; it was not a life style.  I do, however, remember the “commodity” days.  The Democrats have changed a lot in these intervening years.  It was sort of sad to see mom lower her Democratic flag during Pres. Clinton’s “evolvement.”  Even the Hee Haa Girls “display” was too much for her.  😀


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. shoreacres says:

    That would have been right in the middle of it, for sure: 1934. Mom would have been sixteen then, and Dad twenty-two. I’ve heard some similar tales, especially of the commodities. Mom’s grandfather sold his farm around then. I have the postcard advertising the sale somewhere, but I can’t remember the date. You’re exactly right, though: they were stalwart people: mostly good, and mostly honest. And they mostly got through it.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Or went to California from which they are now fleeing! Good to see you again, Linda. I read your post and caught up with some of you latest doings.

      • shoreacres says:

        I’ve been a little quite just because of the demands of getting that current post about Arkansas written. It actually took me about three weeks, even though I tucked a post about the scissor-tail flycatcher in the middle of it all. Now, I have the second post about the mountain life to get done–but I’m going to try to do it a little more quickly.

        What’s so funny is that the post-yet-to-come actually is where I started, but I had to go back and “set the scene” in number one to make number two understandable. I guess in the movie business they call that a “prequel”!

  2. Wally Fry says:

    Stalwart. What a great word, so rarely used, yet perfect.

  3. Love the wisdom of previous generations…this being a generation who knew what real hardships were, relished in simple pleasures and worked hard for everything they had…there was a love of Country and a respect for the Creator…you are blessed Oneta to be from such strong stock!

    • oneta hayes says:

      I am thankful. Most of the things I have written before (Granddad’s sermons, Grandma’s poem) were from my dad’s side of the family. These people today are from my maternal ancestors. I brought some papers from my sister’s house last week. Slowly going through them. There are a lot of things. My mother was a keeper.

  4. My grandma often talked about making it through the depression. She never threw anything away that could be reused in some way. Yes…the word stalwart is perfect!

    • oneta hayes says:

      I wonder sometimes what influence the depression might have had on me. I keep my material desires at a low to minimum. (Except for some over indulgence in books.) I second hand shop and all that kind of thing. Also I wonder about the eating patterns I acquired. They are certainly “kiddish;” I would much rather have macaroni in tomato juice than a ravioli casserole. I was probably a teen before we had salads on the table, but we did have fresh garden veggies in season. Salad dressings were unheard of. That I have adopted very well – give me ranch and blue cheese, thank you. Yes, one of each. 😀

  5. nickc324 says:

    I love old letters like that! I enjoyed this a lot. Thanks

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