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Collection: Newspapers > Nevada County Nugget

December 22, 1965 (20 pages)

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a noeninenaneetaal a] December 22, 1965..Nevada County Nugget.. Ren pee ee td +k “ie Ke — He : 4K 2 ORR Aeterna The Red Colt ( cont'd. ) the deadly amanita--a simple thing when once learned, And then in November we went for Oranges, The’caretaker of an abandoned orange grove a few miles away soldnavel oranges as large as grapefruit for twenty five cents a grainsack--pick them yourself, Our turkeys by that time were huge beautiful things that gobbled and strutted all day around the troughs of yellow corn Mother kept full for them, and we began to prepare for the picking and shipping that would start around Thanksgiving and continue on until spring. And believe it or not, picking the way Mother had us do it was fun, We picked in the old cabin made cosy and warm with an iron heating stove and its kettle of boiling water that supplied our coffee breaks, Al and I were always. competing in everything we did and the turkey picking gave us our best chance of the year, It was once checkers--but that’s a sad tale, Mother bought us a checkerboard one Christmas and for.a while it was great fun, and then for some reason I couldn't win a game. He'd sit there smug-looking and jump every checker I had until one evening I went berserk and broke the checkérboard over his head, He still swears the checkerboard was made of oak, but I am sure it was just heavy pine, Anyway, us in the cabin every time Mother opened the kitchen door at the. house, was beyond description. I've always thought that working Christmas day--as we worked-some way made the day better. The largest orders Mother had was for turkeys between Christmas and New Years, so picking that day was necessary, Aland Iworked like demons all day, only taking time off for coffee, sandwiches and insults, and at the end of the day we accomplished little more than Fred who worked right along with us and even took time out to get wood for the stove and look out for Lester, When the last turkey was picked and hung in the shed to cool for packing in the morning, we hied us to the house to clean up and change for dinner, I can see it now as plainly as though it were yesterday: that old whitewashed kitchen with the firelight flickering on the walls and the homemade table brave in its white cloth and bouquet of china lillies tightly packed in a cracked milk pitcher, And those loved faces of long agosmiling at me around the table. “How strange it seems with so much gone of.life and love, to still live on." One Christmas stands out in my memory above all holidays before or since, It was about 5 o'clock in the it was over ten days before my—afternoon of Christmas day, We black eye faded to green--and I had to go to school with it. Mother said, “No more checkers," Mother always madea big thing of our Christmas dinner, working, two days in advance, between helping us pick turkeys in the cabin, so that we might have everything that istraditional in a Christmas feast. The biggest young gobbler on the place was
put in the oven early Christmas day and around about 4 in the afternoon the fragrance from that big turkey, bursting with sage and onion dressing, that came to had done a good day's work but were about through now and ready to clean up for dinner when old Lion gave a short gruff bark. I went tothe cabin door to see who might be there and looked into the big brown eyes of a pretty girl hesitating on the step, “I'm Irene Downing, your new neighbor across the fields. I stopped by to say "Merry Christmas and to ask you tocome over when you can," The dense fog rolling in made diamonds in her blond hair and I suddenly wished I wasnicer looking andthere was more about me . to like, for I liked her on the on both sides of billfold. PRINCE GARDNER‘ Banker Billfold Pocket on either side of billfold for credit cards, photos, etc. 2— 4 place removable see-through windows for cards, photos, etc. Rondo silk lining and bill divider banded with leather. Duplicate key slots. Extra pockets for stamps, tickets, etc., Genuine Imported Morocco ...... Others from $5.00 All plus tax W. OJSEWELER © 218 Broad Street, Nevada City, California + J. SMITE INO oe Sis eecort sees Ber reld Se eee instant, This friendship has lasted through all of ourlife. Irene had scarcely reached the gate on the hill when Mr, Summy came dashing into the yardé He was driving one of hisracers, as usual, but this time he was also leading a prancing redcolt, “Merry Christmas," he called. "Where®s Al?" But Al was there by then-all eyes for the two beautiful horses, "Al, I wanted you to see a blue ribbon colt, Isn't he a beauty?” Mr. Summy's handsome face glowed--that is the only way of describing his looks that day. Al was smiling. He was flattered, I knew, that Mr, Summy would think of him and show him the gt 0 OrOO'e-0-0:00*@°@°S0SO -@egeee:. OOO O80 OW OOOO 0W 0-0 Ors -GO°S-O-0--O+0G O5@--0-+ 00+. OO-90:@--000:0-0.-5-6 SO OOO + 00-080GO:+0:0+-O9O O00: 0 020 GOr0G1G00'0-O°00G-O+—, PAy pe bra colt, "What do youcall him, Mr, Summy?" "Well, you name him, boy-he’s yours, " and George Summy passed over the halter rope to hundreds of dollars as casually as most people would give one a cur pup. Al couldn't speak as Mr, Summy added, "No one would have taken care of my horses as you did, Thank you, Al, and the best of Christmas, ™ t Seasons from all of us at GRASS VALLEY e LEONARD F. CAREY..Realtor Phone 273-4300---P,O, Box 944, Grass Valley, California Real Estate Investments -Mortgage Loans Creetings and Best Wishes to everyone.. Motzer LODE BANK MEMBER F.D.I.C. NEVADA CITY CALIFORNIA PLACERVILLE » TWAIN HARTE » SONORA + FOLSOM ALTAVILLE He FI et EE et EE ee OE EEE ee FERED Ge YET Bui't in 1859 .lately restorea and refitted in the manner of the Gold Rush times.. now offers splendiferous overnite Call (916) 265-5135 or write the Red Castle 109 Prospect St., Nevada City, California @--Die-0--O-+O-O°@+ -0@0+ +@-8+2+@+.0-@"@-O@+ +" -@O-@--@-0-04 ee, OO 000-0 @e-1+0-@-+:6-0:005-08 100+ O°@S-Os-Oe+-Ore-g .@eee---0:0:O8Q--0:9-O:-erBe-e> °@-:0@e@-@-e0-6 oo oe ee rererereey Prt Tet Te Tt ek ke De "@-@°@-é@eOD + 200+ @ + 0-0 9@0-22 -@2-02 0-OO°O+-0-02-0@e-2-0-0-08* @-0°-@eee