Sunday, March 29, 2020

Respiratory Remedy During the Depression Era in the Bend

The Great Depression Answer to the Ventilator in the Bend
The events of this week brought discussion of the critical need for ventilators. In the 1930s and 1940s, the contraption, the “iron lung” that had been invented, enabling many polio survivors to breathe, predated the much-needed ventilator of during this COVID-19 crisis.
Longtime readers know my maternal grandmother, Gladys Rainey Smith, served as a nurse in the Big Bend during the Great Depression of the 1930s. Seldom were residents of the Bend hospitalized. The usual protocol involved a doctor such as Dr. H. B. Spaulding from Ralston making a house call with Grandma present. She received his instructions and then made daily visits to evaluate and treat patients. (For this reason, Grandpa could cook and Mother learned to cook when she was about 7 years old.)
Many patients sent for Grandma as soon as they had called or sent for the doctor. Since she lived in the Bend, she often arrived before the doctor did. Grandma’s standard care following diagnosis of lung congestion prompted her to pull out cloth, onions, and sometimes turpentine from her bag. Everyone in that era had a cast iron skillet so she requested one from the family. She went to the wood cook stove of the patient’s home and begin frying onions in lard. Many families also had lard in their kitchen since most butchered hogs to provide protein for their families in those lean times. Mother recalled that Grandma sometimes put a dash of turpentine in her poultice concoction.
When the fried mixture reached the consistency Grandma wanted, she stretched a long piece of cloth on the kitchen table. The piece of cloth had to be long enough to reach around the chest of her patient. She then poured the onion mixture in the middle of the cloth and hand-sewed a smaller piece of cloth over the onions to hold the medicinal concoction in place. It was then applied to the patient with the onions laced with turpentine next to the chest of the sick one. She secured it finally with large “safety pins” at the back of the patient.
Many residents of the Bend in the Great Depression indicated they regained health as a result of the onion poultice applied by Grandma or even their mothers and grandmothers. Mother said Dr. Spaulding would often enter the home of the ill person and exclaim, “I can tell Gladys is here!” Yet he never told Grandma not to apply the onion poultice to his patients.
Bud Miller
from Belford
Grade School
Group Photo
in 1934
More than once, I had Bud Miller recount how Grandma applied onion poultices and helped people get better. Ironically, on the Find A Grave site, there is the account of the death of Bud’s younger brother, Vaughn, from pneumonia. He died at age 13. One of the great nieces of Bud and Vaughn, Janet Lynn-Smart, posted the tribute from the “Belford News” column written by Grandma with the byline Mrs. Calvin Smith published in The Fairfax Chief newspaper. Here is a link to it:  https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16366421/vaughn-miller (Sharon White Gibson, our nearest neighbor is the daughter of Vaughn's sister, Martha Ethel Christy White.)
    
Photo of Charles
Eugene "Bud"
Miller from
findagrave.com
Charles Eugene “Bud” Miller was a longtime resident of the Bend. He liked to recall how he pushed my mother, Bernyce Smith Gates, on the giant strides, one of her favorite pieces of play equipment on the Belford Grade School yard. Bud was eight years older than her. In their later years, they enjoyed reminiscing about their school days when attending Belford Grade School. It was located just half a mile from Mother’s farm.
Bud was married for 47 years to Peggy Conner Bledsoe Miller. Two of her sons, Lee and Bill, continue to live in the Bend. Lee and his wife, Carol, and Bill and Delores, his wife, cared lovingly for Bud after Peggy’s death until his own death at his home in the Bend.
This in no way is an endorsement of the naturalistic, holistic, herbal or however one wants to categorize this treatment. Yet at that time in the Bend, it was the best method to promote healing. It would be years before prescriptions of penicillin and antibiotics would stem aggressive diseases that routinely took the lives of our ancestors in the Bend.
Just as COVID-19 invaded our world, the Bible states that sin entered what was a perfect world. The Apostle Paul wrote in Romans 5:12 about our condition resulting in death –
Therefore, just as through one man sin entered the world and death through sin, and thus death spread to all men, because all sinned.
As we pray for our scientific researchers to have wisdom beyond themselves to develop a vaccine, God planned a remedy for our sin. Only by allowing humans to choose the wrong way, could they, without coercion, freely choose to receive the gift of grace purchased by the sacrificial death of Jesus on the cross. These words from Romans 5:15 succinctly described this wonderful forgiveness offered to us.
For if by the one man’s offense many died, much more the grace of God and the gift by the grace of God and the gift by the grace of the one Man, Jesus Christ, abounded to many.
Romans 5:17 contrasted the death brought by sin with the life that can be ours only in Jesus Christ.
For if by the one man’s offense death reigned through the one, much more those who receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness will reign in life through the One, Jesus Christ.
Finally, as finite mortals destined for physical death, we read in the final verse of Romans 12 of the unwavering promise of eternal life if we have our hope and trust in Jesus -
So that as sin reigned in death, even so grace might reign through righteousness to eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

What Am I Feeding?


                I  told Mother jokingly that T. Tommy, the big tomcat that adopted us, was dropped off as an answer to her request. She longed for a strong, fierce tomcat. T. Tommy fit the bill. He insisted on staying with us. As Dad would say, “He’s a sensible cat.” He often seemed to understand my words to him.
T. Tommy resting - My sister gave him
the name as I tried to run him off.
                The last two weeks have tested T. Tommy’s tenacity, strength and resilience. A wild, large cat appeared on the farm to agitate our cats who we keep for rodent control. The vicious, feral cat inflicted a wound on one of T. Tommy’s front legs, but he refused to let me look at it which belied his usually mild and loving manner with humans.
                The lateness in the day eliminated the consultation with a veterinarian. What could I do? I began lining the bottom of a crate with an empty feed sack. Then I placed on the discarded feed sack old clothes recycled specifically for times exactly like this day. I prayed silently for wisdom because T. Tommy wouldn’t let me lift him into the prepared crate. I spoke to the injured cat about the cozy crate. To my surprise, he slowly approached the crate and climbed sinto it.
                T. Tommy improved greatly by the next morning. He ate heartily along with our other cats. Then I spied the perpetrator awaiting my departure from their feeding area. I determined the course I needed to take. I must be sure never to have food available to the predatory “varmint,” the term my grandpa would use for the wild tomcat.
                This week I found a correlation between my effort to protect our cats from the encroaching trespasser and words I have accepted into my mind. Just as I deliberately chose to take every step possible to not feed the aggressive cat, so I have found the need to not feed my fears.
                My mother quoted Matthew 10:16 upon hearing the guidelines for minimizing the spread of COVID-19. These are the words I heard her say, Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves. She may have been stretching its application, but I know she meant be wise in the decision to minimize contact which at this point in time will render you “harmless” to other people. Abiding by this recommendation strengthened our living out of the Golden Rule –…Treat people the same way you want them to treat you… Matthew 7:12 NASB.
                Here are some scriptures that have nourished us spiritually, mentally, and emotionally this week.
Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.
Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Matthew 6:9-10
Don’t we want His will carried out here in our midst?

I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. Psalm 34:4
What a wonderful promise to rely on! I went to Him in prayer, He heard, and delivered me from fear. This verse does not in any way imply I was delivered from the situation. Instead, He delivered from all fears.

Praise the Lord! Blessed is the man who fears the Lord, who delights greatly in His commandments. Psalm 112:1
Fearing the Lord is a healthy fear, much like good parents are respected and revered by their children. The God of the Bible is respected and reverenced because of who He is and the power He has. The psalmist finds his greatest joy in obeying the Lord.

He will not be afraid of evil tidings; His heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. Psalm 112:7
This verse has strengthened my faith and trust in God to lead us into the uncertainty of the future. The psalmist states emphatically he will not fear or anticipate bad news because he has centered his heart on trusting the Lord.

May we feed on God’s Word and not our fears. Immediately, when fears begin to creep stealthily into our minds, may we cease to feed those fears just as I left nothing for the feral cat to feed on. Instead, as I fed our little rodent eradicators like T. Tommy, so may we feed our minds on God’s precious promises and receive nourishment for our souls, empowering us to fight against the evil fears that seek to torment our minds.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Dealing with COVID-19


Yesterday at breakfast, Mother recalled, as a child, seeing a long line of Benders snaking outside their home on the Betts’ place (the last home of Eloise and Wayne Mitchell). Their concerned neighbors awaited inoculations against a typhoid outbreak. Mother remembered her mother said the strapping men of the community showed reluctance about the needle stick. Grandma, Gladys Rainey Smith, administered the vaccinations free of charge. Ironically, Grandma was a trained nurse who never earned money for using her skill in the community.
In 2020, our nation has no vaccine to combat COVID-19. Yet we have a powerful resource in every home, community and state. In 2 Chronicles 7:13-14, the Lord’s words to King Solomon, the wisest man to ever live, are recorded. They are timely for us.
When I shut up heaven…or send pestilence (Merriam-Webster definition – “a contagious or infectious epidemic disease that is virulent and devastating) among my people, “If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
         
Another verse encouraging prayer this Sunday and, in the future, as we deal with this novel virus appeared in Franklin Graham’s call for prayer. He took it from Hebrews 4:16:
Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
As Americans, we need mercy  which is “not receiving the judgment we deserve from a holy God.” On the heels of mercy, it is essential for us to receive His grace which means God “gives us what, in no way, we deserve – His forgiveness and His righteousness.”
After learning of our denomination’s call for a Day of Prayer for today, Sunday, March 15, 2020, I felt compelled to briefly share the scriptures mentioned above depicting the need and power of praying to an Almighty God who hears.
Finally, on Friday night following the Nation being placed in a state of emergency, I found myself in a depressive-type mood. Even though Mother lived through the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the rationings of World War II and subsequent deaths and wounding of young men around her age, she commented, “I don’t remember a time like this.” 
Knowing I needed to combat my discouragement, after reading the Bible and praying, I moved to the piano. I began playing In Times Like These, We Need a Savior. We then sang the powerful words of How Firm a Foundation. What strength we gained as we sang the words of the fourth verse written as strong encouragement from the heart of a loving Father–
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, tho’ all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake!
            May we seek God’s face in prayer, receive daily strength through His scriptures, and have our hearts lifted as we sing songs to Him. There are thousands of songs from a myriad of styles and tempos that can be sung to Him. As you raise your voice, you and those you love will be encouraged.

Sunday, March 8, 2020

The Barbed Wire Gate Closer

                A few years ago, I needed the meadow gate closed in late winter to prevent overgrazing. Try as hard as I could, I could not get the long barbed wire gate shut. Vonda Goad described it as a “Goad gate.” I’m stronger physically than I have ever been, but I still couldn’t get the gate shut no matter what strategy I employed.
                Vonda sent Greg over to shut the gate. He brought with him an antiquated-looking contraption. He said Dave, his brother, brought some of these from South Dakota. Within minutes, Greg had it attached to the gate post. He quickly showed me how to wind the barbed wire gate closed. Then using an old screwdriver, the gate closer stayed securely shut.
The archaic-looking barbed wire gate
latch. Notice the handles for easy 
winding. The screw driver holds the
 gate latch securely closed. Oh the 
power of the combination of simple 
machines!
                Innumerable times, I have opened and closed the meadow gate on my own with this nifty gate closer. Each time, I am grateful for friends who are helpful in meeting the many needs Mother and I have.
                I reflected on this apparatus that has helped me close gates like nothing else. Old examples of the barbwire* gate latch can be found on farms in England, New Zealand, and of course, here on the ranches of the United States. What a time-saving and stress-relieving contraption it has been for me!
                Jeremiah quoted the Lord in Jeremiah’s recounting of God continually seeking to draw the nation of Judah back to Him. Jeremiah 6:16 says:
This is what the Lord says, “Stop at the crossroads and look around. Ask for the old, godly way, and walk in it. Travel its path, and you will find rest for your souls. But you reply, ‘No, that’s not the road we want!’ (NLT)
Just as the antiquated barbwire gate closer is the most effective way for me to get the barbed wire gate closed, so the Lord’s principles as recorded in His word set forth the best way for life to be lived. God reminded the residents of Judah to attend to the old, godly way so they could walk in its standards, for in traveling its path, they could be assured of finding rest for their souls. In our world today, our anxiety-ridden population craves an inner rest. Yet how the indictment so succinctly recorded by Jeremiah mirrors the all-to-often 21st century attitude when we read, “No, that’s not the road we want!”
                It would be ludicrous for me to continue trying unsuccessfully to shut the long barbed wire gate while staunchly refusing to utilize the antiquated barbed wire gate latch. Yet it is eerily similar for us to persist in living life on our own terms instead of consulting and following the manual of our Creator.
                God, remove our stubborn desire for prideful disobedience. Replace it with such a strong longing for rest in You that we are compelled to return to Your godly way and begin walking on Your path.
*I always learn something when I write. Not until proofreading this draft, did I question my spelling of "barb wire." It's official entry in the dictionary is "barbed wire" and the secondary spelling is the compound word "barbwire" with no space as I had thought erroneously.

Sunday, March 1, 2020

A Beautiful Illustration of Our Heavenly Father

Happy Tilly Grace - My
mother sees Tilly's
 great-great grandma,
Lucille Rice Goad, in 
her pleasant
countenance.
I am indebted to Tiffany Adkins Goad for providing perfect photographs from her family collection for this posting. We are glad to have her "transplant" to the Bend.
Tilly Grace and Her Daddy
One of the youngest Bend babies, Tilly Grace Goad, exudes happiness. Tilly Grace is the youngest little one in our church, too. I have hardly ever heard this cutie cry.
            After the final prayer in Sunday morning, things get busy as most people exit the sanctuary. We schedule a quick choir practice at that same time. Each Sunday, offering counters gather around the communion table to get an accurate total for the day’s monetary gifts in the offering plates. One Sunday, Tilly Grace had been jolly and joyful in her daddy’s arms most of the morning. As the choir practiced following the service, I saw Little Tilly Grace’s sad face and heard a mournful cry from this wee one. She was being held by a loving relative, but as I perceived it, she glimpsed her daddy. He counted the offering diligently. She wanted him and his strong arms of security.
Tilly Grace is right where she wants to be -
in her daddy's arms. Casey, her dad, is a
fiftth generation Bender - through three
families -the Goads (Grover and Mary), the

 Rices (Joe and Effie), and the Colombes 
(Robert D. and Myrtle).
           Reflecting upon this event, I recalled the Apostle Paul’s powerful description of our heavenly father in Romans 8:15-16. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.”
When Tiffany sent this photo of the hands
of Casey and Tilly Grace, I thought how
many times little ones in the Big Bend have
held to the strong, loving hands of 
trustworthy, hard-working fathers.
By receiving Jesus, we are adopted into the family of God. This passage indicates there is no fear for a believer in Jesus. Paul reminds us that we are no longer shackled by the chains of sin and no longer cower in humiliation under the false accusations of Satan. Instead through the mercy, forgiveness, and grace of Jesus, we begin a close, loving father/child relationship.
In Psalm 107, four times this phrase appears …they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and He saved them out of their distresses… and validates the attentive Father who loves and responds to us. He is always attentive to our “cry.”
God gave Tilly Grace parents who love her by responding to her needs. They want only the best for this baby girl.
           Just as Casey and Tiffany want to give good things and experiences to Baby Tilly Grace, so our Heavenly Father desires the same for His children. May our utmost desire, as His beloved children by virtue of our faith in Jesus, be for that relationship of closeness to our Father. As we draw near Him through our Bible study and prayer, we can be assured of resting in His arms just like our Bend baby, Tilly Grace, nestles in the crook of her strong daddy’s arm.
I almost cropped out all but the upper left quadrant of this
fourth photo from Tiffany's digital family collection and then I 
imagined Dad saying, "You can't cut out the dog. Goads always had
dogs."