School Days
                         
                           Well, it's time for school to start again. "Up in the morning and off to school, the teacher is teaching the Golden Rule". Do you kids remember your Dad singing that to you the first day of school each year? It was a tradition for him to take you the first day. I don't remember if he started that with Susan or later on with the younger kids. Susan didn't want to go to Kindergarten and I was so clueless that I didn't make her go. At that time it was optional. But I don't think it hurt her that she didn't go. When she started first grade she refused to get on the bus the first morning so I told the driver to go on and I took her to school. I took her out to the bus for several mornings and the same thing happened. Then one morning she said "I'm gonna ride the bus today" and she did from then on. Guess she had to get her courage up and it took a few days. The next year Sid went to kindergarten at the Oakland Heights Baptist Church which we had to pay for. If I remember correctly it was started in the public school system by the next year when Marjorie started. I do remember that I took Rita to school her first day of kindergarten. She was very attached to me and that must be why I took her instead of Jerry. The first day she would not go into the room and I think her teacher was finally able to coax her in. One of the things I hated the most about school starting was the books I had to cover. Ya'll would bring your books home the first day with some covers and I had to cover them all. There were never enough covers and I would use brown paper grocery sacks to cover them. Do ya'll remember that? I don't remember at what age you would cover them yourselves. Another thing I hated was all the papers a parent had to fill out the first week of school. And also packing the lunches every day. What a chore! I always liked it when school was out because we didn't have to stick to a schedule. I hope that all of our grandkids get off to a good start tomorrow on the first day and that the school year will be a good one for all of them. I can remember my school days back to the first grade. I never liked school but if I had to pick my favorite year it would be first grade. That might be because of my teacher Mrs. Tillery who also went to church with us. She was so sweet and nice and I enjoyed that year. So glad those days are over for me.
                                  
                      
                 

Turning Seventy

 

                             Oh my, where did the years go? On July 8th, I had my 70th birthday and it seems like just yesterday, almost fifty years ago, that I was getting married. As I look back it seems like the years flew by. We have raised eight children in three different houses. We have fourteen grandkids, one great-grandchild, and are expecting two more grandkids. So I feel like my life has been productive and, although there are some things I would change if I could, I am mostly pleased with the way things have turned out.

 

                             Our kids gave their Dad a surprise party when he turned seventy years old two years ago. I told my daughter Katherine, who lives the closest to me, that they better not give me a party when I turned seventy and she assured me that they wouldn't. They know that I am sort of anti-social and don't like being the center of attention. So she and Susan, another daughter, and my granddaughter Mylah, took me to La Finca for a quiet dinner and that was good and I thought that was it. Little did I know that they were planning a big party in Dallas for me. Of course, they let Jerry in on it. We were going to Dallas, which is a two hour drive for us, for our grandson Daniel's first birthday party on a Saturday. So Jerry says "let's go on Friday and spend the night in a hotel instead of rushing on Saturday morning".  So I said okay. So our daughter Rita and Katherine, who had already gone to Dallas, called and said "why don't we meet at the Spaghetti Factory restaurant and have dinner on Friday night" and we said okay. Well, when we got there, Katherine came out to show us which room we were going to eat in. When we walked into the room it was to a room full of people and an Elvis Impersonator singing to me. I was totally shocked and surprised. I looked around and there was my son Sid and my daughter Marjorie from New Mexico, Angie and her baby from Hondo, Luanne and her family from Rockwall, Vicki and her family from Mt. Enterprise, Susan and her husband Pap from Marshall, as well as Katherine and Rita and their families. Also Jerry's sister Nelwyn and two of her kids and families. Elvis sang to us for about an hour and I even sang with him, which surprised me and everybody else, and after he left we had a good meal and visited. Vicki had put together a slide show of my life and it was great. All the kids had a part in planning the party and it was just great. I really enjoyed it and am thankful to them for caring about me enough to do this. Katherine did the decorations which is what she does for a living and they were wonderful. I have always loved Elvis so the Elvis Impersonator was icing on the cake. But the best thing was having all my family there except for two grandsons who could not come. The fact that Sid and Marge came all the way from New Mexico was very touching.

 

                       The next day we got to go to Rita's house for Daniel's party. It was fun hanging out with everyone again and eating lots of good food there. Family is wonderful and I feel sad for those who don't have anyone to care about them. I made mistakes raising my kids but they all know that I loved them then and love them now. And I hope and think they love me too. God is great and I am so blessed!



My Mother's Beauty Secrets

My Mother turned 70 yesterday, but seriously she does not look much older than 50 years of age! She has had eight children, and some of these kiddos did their best to age her with all their crazy running wild antics! I won't say who out of the eight these happen to be. :)

She did not age on the outside, although on the inside I am sure she was beside herself most of the time with worry and grief! But enough of that. Lets talk about her beauty secrets. Ever since I can remember people have commented on how nice and un-wrinkled her skin is. Even now at seventy she may have some small wrinkles, but really hardly any!

Every morning and again at night before bedtime she would apply to her face Oil of Olay. I don't think she ever skipped a day. As I got older I asked her several times why she didn't switch to a more expensive "better" skin care product, but I always got the same answer. That answer was that Oil of Olay was just fine with her. No other explanation needed! She also stayed out of the sun pretty much her whole life, meaning she was not one to sunbathe or sit in the sun unless necessary for some task. When she worked outside doing yard work she wore a brimmed hat and long sleeves. If you asked her how she has maintained her smooth complexion she will tell you these two things. Oil of Olay and stay out of the sun. I have heard her say this many times over the years.

Pretty simple, huh? From looking at her you would think she has used all kinds of numerous beauty products!

One more thing I have to tell. There have been several times my parents have been out together when someone such as a waitress has thought Mom was my Dads daughter! My Mother gets a kick out of that!

  

The Bottom

 

                  Well, you might ask "what is the bottom?" I don't know how big our farm was as far as acres goes but I though it was pretty big. From where our house sat as far as you could see to the south was our land. And that is what we called the bottom and I remember it being pretty and green. All over the bottom is where our cows grazed and lived.  It had a really pretty creek with clear water running through it with a wide part not very deep that we liked to wade in. We had a plank across a narrower part that we could walk across also. This wide part ran on and deepened into a place deep enough to swim in and this is where my brothers learned to swim. I never swam in it and I don't think my sisters did either. It had water moccasin snakes and it's a wonder that the boys were never bitten by them. Anyway, this creek cut our land in two and we had to cross it to get to the other side. Across the creek our land went on until it reached a very high hill. We used to like to go up on this hill and see all over our property. Arrow heads could also be found on it so I reckon the Indians were there at one time. When you got to the top of this hill and a little farther on was where our property ended.

                 There were a lot of berry vines growing in the bottom and I went with my mom many times to pick berries there. We would put on long sleeve shirts to protect our arms from the briars and also hats. When I was really young I thought this was fun but not so much so when I got older. Of course, I loved the cobblers she would make from the berries.

My dad had a big pond dug in the bottom later on. I was probably a teenager by then. Randy disappeared one day and we couldn't find him. So Mama sent one of the boys to look in the bottom for him. He was on the dam of the pond sunk down in the mud and could not get out. So he was rescued. He had taken his little red wagon with him and thrown it in the pond and it was gone forever. Another time he went missing and was found in the bottom surrounded by cows. They were in a circle around him and he didn't know what to do. I don't know if the cows were mad and going to hurt him or not. It's a wonder that he lived through those years. Heavenly Father was certainly watching over him.

 

Getting The Cows Up

 

Daddy and my brothers ran the dairy. Every day, twice a day, they had to "get the cows up". That meant they had to go down into the bottom and drive the cows up to the dairy barn for milking. It was early in the morning before daylight and mid-afternoon that they had to do this. When we girls got older we helped with this sometimes although we didn't do it in the mornings, only the afternoon shift. And those cows were all over the bottom although if I remember correctly they stayed pretty much together. But it was a job driving them up to the barn. But once we got them pretty much together and going in the right direction. it wasn't so hard because they would follow each other. We just had to make sure that none of them strayed. They were turned back out into the pasture as each one got milked. On time, when I was dating age, I was taking a nap one afternoon and Mama came and woke me up and said I needed to go help get the cows up for milking. Well, I wouldn't get up and I don't know why unless I was just extra sleepy because I generally did what she asked me to do. She told me if I did not get up that she would not let me go out the following Saturday night. I still didn't get up and she stuck to what she had told me. Guess I didn't believe her but I sure found out. You people have not lived until you have gotton the cows up from the bottom.

 



Visiting Junior.  June 2013

 

Jerry and I had a good visit with my brother Wilburn, Jr. last night. He is the oldest of us siblings and I need to find out all I can about family stuff before he is no longer here. I learned a few things that I didn't know. Mom and dad moved to the community of Kelsey in 1942, a year before I was born. They lived with my Tefteller grandparents when they were first married for a short while. They then lived in two other places around the area before moving to Kelsey. A man from Dallas had bought the place with a dairy on it from somebody. He tried running a dairy but the cows all got sick and it didn't work out for him. Daddy was looking for a place to buy and he heard about this place and went and told the man that he would like to buy it. The man agreed and sold it to Daddy and the rest, as they say, is history. This place was on the south side of the road. A little bit later he bought the land across the road that had a house on it and Granny and Papa Tefteller moved into this house. They lived across the road from us almost all of my growing up years. It was fun having granny so near because she loved to play games and baked delicious cookies and fried pies. All our cousins came to her house all the time and we all played in Granny's front yard. Years later he bought a place with a house on it back of where Katherine lives now. Granny and Papa  moved into it at some point and they were living there when PaPa got cancer and died. I don't know how Daddy afforded to buy all this but he was quite an enterprising man. He built a syrup mill at this place and made syrup for awhile. He also built more chicken and turkey houses there. He also had a milk delivery route that he sold his own milk on. Sure wish I has one of his milk bottles and labels.

 

I thought daddy didn't go very far in school but Junior said he went through the 10th grade. He had two pair of pants that were worn out. They didn't have money to buy more so he didn't go back to school. They only had eleven grades at that time.

 

Anyway they moved to Kelsey in 1942 and into the small house down back in 1946 while the new house was being built. So I was three years old at the time we moved. Junior said it took a year to build the new house which included digging out the basement part and cementing it before the rest could be started. Daddy did a big part of the work himself. The little house down back had no indoor plumbing or electricity in it. Thank goodness I was too young at the time to know what we were missing.

 

Uncle Johnny

 

My mother had a brother named Johnny and I remember knowing him but can't remember much about him. I thought he had been married at one time but he was not married when I knew him. Junior told me this about him. Now it seems that Uncle Johnny was a womanizer. A certain husband came home early one day and caught Uncle Johnny with his wife and was going to kill him. With not a stitch of clothes on Johnny jumped out the window. He knew a family with young men around

his age living around there so he managed to get to their house through the backwoods without being seen. They gave him some clothes to put on. Anyway, this woman got a divorce later on and Uncle Johnny married her. She was called Barefoot Sue because she went around town barefoot selling something to get money. Junior told me what she sold but now I can't remember what it was. It wasn't long before Johnny knew he had made a mistake and they didn't stay together. Uncle Johnny made his living farming and died at about the age of forty of complications from surgery.

My Dad

 

I've been thinking about my dad today on this fathers day. In my teen years we did not always get along and there were times that I thought I didn't like him. This was mostly during my dating years when Jerry and I were dating. He didn't approve of Jerry and I was forbidden for a long time to see him. When I turned 18, I told Daddy that I was going to date Jerry and I would rather he knew about it than for us to have to slip around to see each other. I was head over heels in love by then and no way was I going to not see him. I think things got better between us after that. When I had kids of my own, I finally fully understood where my Dad was coming from as some of you probably understand now where I was coming from when ya'll were teenagers.  He was only concerned for my safety and welfare. He taught us to work hard and to have high standards and morals. He always worked long and hard to provide for us. He was a great example of a father and man who loved God and Jesus and always honored his Priesthood. He spent many hours working for God as well as for us. I love him for who he was and is and am looking forward to seeing him again in a few years.

Early Childhood

 

 Our life revolved around our family and home and our religion. We were a hard working family where everyone had to do his or her part. I can't remember at what age I was expected to do chores but it was probably at a young age. Now I don't mean pre-school age but most likely in my older elementary school years. With our big family there was always a lot of work needing done. My first work was inside the house. After meals it was my two sisters and my job to clear the table, wash the dishes, and sweep the dining room and kitchen floors. We would rotate these jobs. We had what we called the slop jar where we put the leftover food from the plates. This was fed to the dogs and cats. I don't think my Dad ever bought pet food. I'm sure he couldn't afford that. Of course, we had no dishwasher then. I don't remember which job I preferred but it was probably clearing the table. The floors always had to be swept after the meals. Ya'll probably remember how my mother was about how everything had to be clean. With our brood, you can imagine how many dishes there were to wash and dry and put away. We didn't have to do it on school mornings but when we were home it was our job. Mom always cooked a big breakfast consisting of oatmeal, biscuits, gravy, and I can't remember for sure, but sometimes meat and eggs. She always had oatmeal and I loved it. Her biscuits and gravy were good too. I still can't cook as good as my mom. At least I don't think so.

We had hardwood floors all over the house and we kept them looking good. Our living room or family room was pretty big and we girls had to wax it pretty often. On our hands and knees we would put this thick wax on rags and rub it all over the floor. I hated that job. My parents believed in teaching us how to work and when I was a kid I didn't always appreciate it. But now I am glad that they had that kind of work ethic because we all know how to work and each of us has been able to take care of ourselves. Now some of you might be thinking "Mom, when have you ever had to take care of yourself ? " But you know what I mean. I have always been a hard working house wife, keeping a clean house, cooking, washing clothes, and taking care of eight kids. Oh well, I digressed there from my early childhood.

 



Going to Town

 

My mom went to town to buy groceries once a week and it was a treat to get to go with her. About the only time we went to town was for school when we turned six years old. There was also a small mom-and pop grocery store in the small community of  Enoch that she would go to occasionally to get something she was out of. About the earliest experience I can remember was when I was about four years old. She was going to the Enoch store one day and said I could go with her. So I lay down on her bed watching her get ready to go and I fell asleep. When I woke up she had gone and it was so disappointing that she had not woken me up to go with her. Now why do I remember that? When we did get to go with her to town she would buy us a banana which was a real treat because she couldn't afford to buy fruit all the time. My dad would buy us candy when he could and we would have to hug his neck before he would give it to us. Ya'll might not remember him as being affectionate but he loved to get hugs from us. I don't remember when that stopped but he wasn't that way when we were older. But he was still nice and good to us.

Growing up in Kelsey at the end of the road.

 

The earliest that I can remember is when I was probably around three or four years old. We lived in an old house that I can barely remember. There was an old much smaller house or cabin a small distance back behind us closer to the dairy barn. Daddy decided to build us a new house so we moved into the small house while he tore the other one down and built the new house. I don't know how long that took. This was when I was pre-school age and I can vaguely remember it. We were really proud of our new home. It had 3 bedrooms, a big livingroom, a kitchen, dining room, and just one bathroom. Boy, did we need more bathrooms as the family grew! It had a big back porch across the backside and also had a big basement that ran underneath the whole house. This is where the washing machine was. We had no dryer at that time. It also had a shower in one corner with a drain for the water to run out. There were two full sized beds down there and this is also where my brothers slept. Mom had shelves there for all her canned fruits and vegetables. This basement was not like those that you see in movies that have cobwebs everywhere and it's dark and scary, although I didn't like it because it had spiders in it. Maybe that's why I'm afraid of spiders today. That and the fact that my brother Junior would catch daddy longlegs and chase us with them. This was a functioning basement that we could have all lived in if necessary. There was a long set of stairs from the kitchen down to the basement. It had a door to the outside where we could take the clothes out to hang them. And that is another story.

 

Ruth Ann's Cornbread

I wrote this blog back in 2006 on another blog, and thought it would be a good first blog for me to contribute to this space, which is all about my mother, Ruth Ann.

I don't know what it is about the passing of winter, but I invariably start getting homesick with the first signs of spring, which there certainly are plenty of out in our yard. And this week its got me thinking of my mothers food. I thought I'd show y'all how to make my mother's cornbread. I don't think I've ever been home when there wasn't a skillet of this cornbread ready to be had in my mother's kitchen. Invariably, there will also be a pot of pinto beans .

And, on occasion, black eyed peas--which is what I had a hankering for this weekend. My mom's name, by the way, is Ruth Ann.

Now, my mom calls this cornbread her mother's cornbread.
My grandmother's name was Tess. She raised ten kids on a farm in East Texas (yes, that is where I am from, as opposed to "Texas") and according to my mother baked an awful lot. I wish I had experienced more of my grandmother's cooking, but alas, I have to say that in my mind this recipe will always belong to my mother. But it's sure nice to contemplate the continuity.

 I was born July 8,1943 in Gilmer, Texas at the Raglan Fenlaw Hospital. I was the first of my parents kids to be born in a hospital. The others were born at home with a midwife present. My parents are Joseph Wilburn Tefteller and Tessie Lillian Lindsey Tefteller. Our family consisted of seven boys and four girls and mom and dad. My oldest sibling died at six weeks old so I never knew her. I grew up in a small community about eight miles outside the town of Gilmer, Texas. My dad was what I would call a self-made man. He had to quit school early in his life to help at home. He was a dairy farmer and a gardener and grew just about everything at one time or another. Beside the dairy, he also raised chickens and turkeys on a large scale for selling. He also worked in a grocery store, at a service station, and sold insurance at different times. My mom was a stay at home wife and mother who worked from before sunrise to after sundown daily. Besides all the inside work she also worked in the garden and helped with the animals. My parents were the traditional couple with him making the living and her taking care of the home and family. They were very hard working industrious people.

I always loved the fact that mom (and dad) were cooler than most of my friends parents.  Like, for example, most parents would not let their kids go rolling houses let alone take them to do it.  When I was 12 and in the beehive group at church mom let me have a sleepover and invite all the other girls from the group. It just so happened that all the older girls were having a sleep over at the young womens presidents house.  So, mom and dad thought it would be fun to take us to roll the house of the other slumber party.  They loaded me, katherine, rita and my friends ( probably about 5 or 6 ) up in the van, that was before every passenger was required to wear seatbelts, and took us rolling....of course we got caught by the older girls before we were finished...dad tried to make a quit getaway but was unsuccessful because the van took that very inopportune moment to decide and break down.  They had to call the bishop and he came over in his pickup and hauled us all back to the house.  It was awesome.

Another example of moms coolness is when I was in the 8th grade new years eve was on a sunday, so of course luanne and I and our friends were not going to be able to go out anywhere, so mom let us have a party at the house.... all of our friends came over and spent the night, mom and dad went and got a bunch of food and then pretty much disappeared for the rest of the night.  Most parents would not have let 25 teenagers, boys & girls, take over their house and spend the night.

One more example is when I was a senior in high school there was a party that I and one of my friends wanted to go to....it was starting kind of late however and my curfew was midnight.  So, I asked mom if we could stay out a little later ( my friend was spending the night ) in the hopes that she would let us stay us stay out till maybe 12:30....she just looked at us for a couple of seconds and then said ok just be home by 3:00....we were astonished....I definately had the coolest mom ever!!!!

Hair

One of my very first memories of my Mother is her beautiful hair. When I was a little girl I remember watching her get ready in the mornings for the day. This involved hair. Lots of long very thick hair. She would turn her head upside down and brush, and flip it back up. Lots of brushing and spraying with hairspray. Then tease and tease, and tease the hair some more until it was so tall and high on her head. I thought how crazy it looked that way. Then she would smooth it into a bouffant, Priscilla Presley style. Alot of hairspray too! My Mother was a pro at this as she had been doing this for many years! As a young girl I was intrigued and thought how beautiful she looked. 


Speaking of hair, when she would let us we would get the hairbrush and take turns brushing her hair. Of course this was probably when she was not going anywhere as our brushing and fixing of her hair was not quite what most would want to see. My Mother still has a head full of hair. Very thick still and she still keeps it in perfect form!

My Life

 

I have created this blog for my daughters and son, along with myself, to write stories and memories of my life. I'm getting along in years now and want to get these things down on paper for my descendants to read so they will know who I am and was.

 

 

I have eight grown children, fourteen grandchildren, and one great grandchild as of now but more will be coming I am sure. With lots of life experience, I hope to pass along some of what I've learned in my memoir.