They holed up there during the Great Depression.
"The Ranch," they called it but it was a
simple dwelling with an outhouse and tub in kitchen
where an aging woman grew a garden, kept
unnamed chickens and a cow named Molly, kept
her daughters fed and busy during a dark time, slept
in the same room with them while her husband (so adept
at sales) worked the biways for leads that led
to a dollar-here-a-dollar-there.
Decades later the oldest daughter spoke of
"The Ranch" in wistful ways, her eyes gleaming
with memories of a kerosene-lit shack, the sweetness
of nights singing together as Molly's tail
swished rhythmically in the barn and
the rooster rustled, waiting
for a new day.
Written for The Mag: Mag 139 that inspired with the above photo prompt
(Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost).
This postcard was purchased either in the mid-1960s when our family visited the area, or in the early-1970s when my mother was there alone. Both short trips were pilgrimages for her back to Trinity County, California, where my grandmother, my mother, and her little (adopted) sister lived on a large property with a rustic cabin and outhouse during the Great Depression. The property belonged to my uncle Marshall, who had work elsewhere in California. During the entire time they lived on what they called "the ranch," my grandfather held various traveling sales jobs and stayed with them for a short time to recuperate from an illness.
"The ranch" was situated in the mountains known as the Trinity Alps (A on the map below), and Weaverville (B on the map) was the town where they bought all supplies that they didn't grow themselves. The following description of the area is from the Shasta Cascade Wonderland Assn. website (nicely presented, I might add):
Weaverville/Trinity Country
Now known for its gracious hospitality, golden history, and many outdoor splendors, as with many portions of Northern California, the lure of gold is what brought settlement to the area. Even before the gold rush of 1849, pirate Bill English and his rogue crew discovered gold on Trinity River near Big Bar and left the area with their purses full. It was the eventual discovery of gold in 1849 that brought thousands of miners to the area and the construction of such towns as Weaverville and Lewiston. Most of the county is forest land and some of the most beautiful scenery and natural lakes are found in the Trinity Alps Wilderness, so named because its snow-capped peaks are reminiscent of the Swiss Alps. The Trinity River, designated as a wild and scenic river, provides opportunities for kayaking, rafting, fishing, and swimming. Resorts in the Coffee Creek area, just north of Trinity Lake, offer horseback riding, cabins, and recreational activities.
Weaverville, located along Highway 299, provides a nostalgic step back in time. One of the most interesting portions of Weaverville's history comes from the 1800's, when as many Chinese men and women inhabited the region as did Euro-Americans; all of them searching for the abundant gold found nearby. In 1852 they established a Taoist place of worship, which burned in 1873. The new temple, Joss House in the state park of the same name, dedicated in April of 1875, has since been in continuous use as a place of worship.
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The three women moved up there to the mountains the day following my mother's graduation from Santa Monica High School in 1933. All was lost. The power was even turned off as she dressed for her graduation in a frock borrowed from a cousin. My grandmother had held the household together nearly on dignity alone, insisting that Margaret (my mom) be able to graduate before they retreated to the available shelter of "the ranch" in Trinity County. In a description of the times, an informative online essay begins:
The decade of the 1930s saw the Great Depression in the United States and many other countries. During this decade large numbers of people lived in poverty, desperately in need of more food, clothing, and shelter. Yet the resources that could produce that food, clothing, and shelter were sitting idle, producing nothing.
Soon after they had moved into the ranch some people from the countryside came asking if Margaret would become the teacher of the one-room schoolhouse, as the previous one had married and moved and they'd been without instruction for awhile. My mother was aghast, and informed them she had only a high school diploma. It was exactly that, a diploma that none other in their area had, which made her seem highly qualified to be their school teacher. My mother declined and years later wondered how her life might have been different if she had simply taken on the challenge, and later, when conditions improved, completed a teaching degree.
Instead, she worked in a small office in Weaverville for a short time before becoming extremely ill with rheumatic fever, after which she regained her health and strength growing a large garden, maintaining the fences surrounding the property, and milking and caring (deeply) for their cow, "Molly."
In the two years they lived there she made wonderful friendships with people she spoke of even in her last years, had suitors who took her to dances at the Grange Hall, and learned to truly love Trinity County for its awesome beauty. In 1935, the word circulated around the countryside that they were moving, and the afternoon before moving day the three of them were inside the cabin finishing the chore of packing when they heard singing..........
From mountainside cabins and all the way from Weaverville, folks who had grown to love my grandmother and her two daughters were walking, riding horses, and driving a few cars toward the cabin at the ranch -- and they were singing Red River Valley. Once congregated, they stood and sang the song together and my mother remembered that it was the most beautiful sound. It is a story she told over and over while I was growing up, and she cried each and every time the song played.
I do believe that it is my favorite of all her stories, and one of my favorite songs my mother taught me. Red River Valley.
{This is the seventh in an undetermined number of songs my mother taught me I'm posting this month in her memory. For background, please visit the post containing the first song, Ivory Tower.}
SidsCardShop uploaded this marvel to youtube, adding this information:
If the video starts and stops repeatedly, go do something else until it has struggled through one time. Restart and it will play properly. I have a pretty fast PC, but I must do that.
