December 22, 1965 (20 pages)

5 Be Fes ieee oF December 22, 1965..Nevada County Nugget.. oad cs PAP Bo The Red Colt fense of any of us in trouble or hurt, or when he discovered an injustice to any defenseless person or animal, And from the time he could walk about the fields, he filled our place with hurt and sick wild animals and birds he would find, bring home and make well, . : I know now that Fred's growing: THE AUTHOR'S MOTHER, Mrs. Elizabeth Smiley. she drove the wild cows Went tendencies too, Armedwitha pitchfork, to the chute. up with us wasa special gift from God that we were too insensitive to understand then, Having him was like a beautiful strain of muted music that runs through an otherwise mediocre composition, And he was so brave, We other youngsters fibbed often and if the case seemed to warrant it would tell downright whopping lies, but not Fred, He'd stand his ground and we who knew him never questioned, And then one day he left us, and in leaving he dimmed a light in our lives that was never quite so bright again, SE But this istobe a happy chronicle of our growing up, and Fred is there, alway€ quietly there. About five months after Dad went to Nevada Lester was bom. Aland I were attending school at the time and I remember how wé hurried down the lane that evening hoping to get in a couple of games of horseshoes before Al a ik say anything, and Ai and I left in a hurry, When we were outside I said, "Well, what do you think of that?" And Iwas wishing the Lord had minded His own business and left us alone, We were doing fine and now this! Al said, “He ain't as good looking asa pupan" he's goin’ to be a lot of bother.” I answered, “And it will be me‘ll have to take care of him, you just see.." Idid, and Mother saw to it that it was doneright, Little Fred looking on anxiously, loved him from the first. All the lovely spring evenings atid holidays when Iwanted desperately to be out looking for early flowers, I was deep in the midst of howls, hiccups and burps, not to mention endless laundry, 1 hardly looked’ at him for several months and then one day he tooked up at me and laughed, “I-was his*slave for life. And I couldn't do enough for him, Now I look back over the years and I wonder how any of us could ever have lived without him, would have to start his chores, Wewere met at the gate by Mrs, Wood who was staying with Mother for a few days and she looked so pleased I thought Mr. Gladding, our old bachelor neighbor, must have been to see her, but when she said, “Hurry dears--the Lord has sent you a little baby brother, " I guessed I was wrong. Howls and snuffles were coming from Mother's room as we edged our way in, andI stepped back in repulsion at the miserable little thing she was holding on her arm, I just couldn't SPECIAL ! Lilli Ann's Fur Trimmed Coats 20% OFF HOLIDAY VILLAGE SHOPPING CENTER. ert cA PEGA ER A Sc CNA ES Time passed swiftly; soon Lester was taking a few steps, then he was walking. Holding him on her lap one evening, Mother said wistfully,.“I wish your father could share his baby days,” Again I didn't say anything, Remembering Dad's hair-trigger temper and Lester's howlsI thought Dad was mighty well off in Nevada, I hadasneaking idea that Dad was probably wondering, after the Browns Valley experience, if Lester would have delinAl and I loved school--the two mile walk up the lane to the “little red school house” and Miss Keith, our first teacher, were joys indeed, Al got along fine with the children, Of course he was beaten up a few times and gave a few black eyes in return, Then he settled down to years of fun and companionship. I wasn't so lucky. The girls my age didn't like me, My clothes were wrong, my unattractive malarial skin and Indian straight hair didn't invite admiration, andthat I skipped 4 grades in the first year they took as pure insult, None of it worried me much, I wasin a wonderland of books and Iloved the teachers, That seemed to be enough. From my first story of a rat that left home to see the world, to the full set of Dickens in our school library, I was a book addict and I went aroundin a fog most of the time, peopling my world with characters 5 to 00 CAN CARRY LOTS OF THINGS IN A DATSUN.. OUST ASK AN OWNER. The National Hotel's VICTORIAN ROOM WILL BE OPEN CHRISTMAS EVE CHRISTMAS DAY 2 to For Reservations Call 265-2348 Now SHEA ERR Pe ee¢ OE EP HeHEI eet Het 44 HET ( cont'd. ) from books, Our teachers were wonderful but there's one that stands out in my memory above all the others, She was my 9th grade teacher, Miss Harriet Murphy, A direct descendant of the Donner Party -Murphys of Marysville. She walked miles out of her way from her boarding place to ask Mother Happy Holidays! Smokey’s GULF STATION at the Plaza Nevada City g g 10 pm 10 pm Qisls LAW ONE tee NEVADA COUNTY IMPORTS, 580 & MAIN, GRASS VALLEY

5 Be Fes ieee oF December 22, 1965...Nevada County Nugget... oad cs PAP Bo The Red Colt fense of any of us in trouble or hurt, or when he discovered an injustice to any defenseless person or animal, And from the time he could walk about the fields, he filled our place with hurt and sick wild animals and birds he would find, bring home and make well, . : I know now that Fred's growing: THE AUTHOR'S MOTHER, Mrs. Elizabeth Smiley. she drove the wild cows Went tendencies too, Armedwitha pitchfork, to the chute. up with us wasa special gift from God that we were too insensitive to understand then, Having him was like a beautiful strain of muted music that runs through an otherwise mediocre composition, And he was so brave, We other youngsters fibbed often and if the case seemed to warrant it would tell downright whopping lies, but not Fred, He'd stand his ground and we who knew him never questioned, And then one day he left us, and in leaving he dimmed a light in our lives that was never quite so bright again, SE But this istobe a happy chronicle of our growing up, and Fred is there, alway€ quietly there. About five months after Dad went to Nevada Lester was bom. Aland I were attending school at the time and I remember how wé hurried down the lane that evening hoping to get in a couple of games of horseshoes before Al a ik say anything, and Ai and I left in a hurry, When we were outside I said, "Well, what do you think of that?" And Iwas wishing the Lord had minded His own business and left us alone, We were doing fine and now this! Al said, “He ain't as good looking asa pupan" he's goin’ to be a lot of bother.” I answered, “And it will be me‘ll have to take care of him, you just see..." Idid, and Mother saw to it that it was doneright, Little Fred looking on anxiously, loved him from the first. All the lovely spring evenings atid holidays when Iwanted desperately to be out looking for early flowers, I was deep in the midst of howls, hiccups and burps, not to mention endless laundry, 1 hardly looked’ at him for several months and then one day he tooked up at me and laughed, “I-was his*slave for life. And I couldn't do enough for him, Now I look back over the years and I wonder how any of us could ever have lived without him, would have to start his chores, Wewere met at the gate by Mrs, Wood who was staying with Mother for a few days and she looked so pleased I thought Mr. Gladding, our old bachelor neighbor, must have been to see her, but when she said, “Hurry dears--the Lord has sent you a little baby brother, " I guessed I was wrong. Howls and snuffles

were coming from Mother's room as we edged our way in, andI stepped back in repulsion at the miserable little thing she was holding on her arm, I just couldn't SPECIAL ! Lilli Ann's Fur Trimmed Coats 20% OFF HOLIDAY VILLAGE SHOPPING CENTER. ert cA PEGA ER A Sc CNA ES Time passed swiftly; soon Lester was taking a few steps, then he was walking. Holding him on her lap one evening, Mother said wistfully,.“I wish your father could share his baby days,” Again I didn't say anything, Remembering Dad's hair-trigger temper and Lester's howlsI thought Dad was mighty well off in Nevada, I hadasneaking idea that Dad was probably wondering, after the Browns Valley experience, if Lester would have delinAl and I loved school--the two mile walk up the lane to the “little red school house” and Miss Keith, our first teacher, were joys indeed, Al got along fine with the children, Of course he was beaten up a few times and gave a few black eyes in return, Then he settled down to years of fun and companionship. I wasn't so lucky. The girls my age didn't like me, My clothes were wrong, my unattractive malarial skin and Indian straight hair didn't invite admiration, andthat I skipped 4 grades in the first year they took as pure insult, None of it worried me much, I wasin a wonderland of books and Iloved the teachers, That seemed to be enough. From my first story of a rat that left home to see the world, to the full set of Dickens in our school library, I was a book addict and I went aroundin a fog most of the time, peopling my world with characters 5 to 00 CAN CARRY LOTS OF THINGS IN A DATSUN... OUST ASK AN OWNER.. The National Hotel's VICTORIAN ROOM WILL BE OPEN CHRISTMAS EVE CHRISTMAS DAY 2 to For Reservations Call 265-2348 Now SHEA ERR Pe ee¢ OE EP HeHEI eet Het 44 HET ( cont'd. ) from books, Our teachers were wonderful but there's one that stands out in my memory above all the others, She was my 9th grade teacher, Miss Harriet Murphy, A direct descendant of the Donner Party -Murphys of Marysville. She walked miles out of her way from her boarding place to ask Mother Happy Holidays! Smokey’s GULF STATION at the Plaza Nevada City g g 10 pm 10 pm Qisls LAW ONE tee NEVADA COUNTY IMPORTS, 580 & MAIN, GRASS VALLEY