Sunday, October 13, 2019

Benders Are Still Shining at the Tulsa State Fair

Josie receiving
recognition as the 4-H
  Individual State
 Champion in Livestock
 Judging

We are celebrating our Benders’ performance at the 2019 Tulsa State Fair this week. Josie and Landee Doshier live not far from Mother’s farm with their parents, Scott and Shelly Bledsoe Doshier. Their grandparents, Bill and Delores Ratliff Bledsoe, live in the southwest area of the Bend. The girls are the sixth generation of their family residing in the Bend.
Landee showing her showmanship skill.
          Josie competed on a 4-H Livestock Judging Team and won 4-H Individual State Champion. Landee placed 6th in state in her division of Swine Showmanship with Josie placing 3rd place in her division of Swine Showmanship. The whole Bend is proud of your accomplishments, Josie and Landee!
          Another highlight of this year’s Tulsa State Fair involved Kenny Endl. I taught Kenny in 3rd grade the last year I taught prior to my retirement. Mother and I attend church each week with him. Kenny showed Asher, his Dexter bull, at the Tulsa State Fair. Asher garnered Grand Champion Dexter Bull for Kenny. Way to Go, Kenny!
          Kenny lives southwest of Ralston. Even though Kenny isn’t a Bender, his great great grandparents, Charles, Sr. and Ethel Beaston ventured regularly to our farm for eggs when I was a kid.
Kenny Receiving Congratulations on Asher being
recognized as the Grand Champion Dexter Bull.

After these students performed so well, I decided to revise and republish a 2015 blog post of Mother's recollection of her time as a preschooler at the Tulsa State Fair in 1930.
 During the first half of the 20th century, the Big Bend was comprised of two communities and school districts. Belford School had the smaller school population while Woodland, on the western side of the Big Bend, “always had more kids” according to my mother, Bernyce Smith Gates. It is almost unfathomable to realize that Belford at its zenith had around 80 students, with Woodland boasting a student body of around 100. In a rough calculation, I figure that the Big Bend’s population exceeded 200 easily in the late 1920s and early 1930s!
             My mother and her parents lived on the east side of the Bend – Belford community. They lived in the "new" house on property owned by the ancestors of Lisa White Crabtree, another of our cherished neighbors. Mother recounted some experiences at the "new" house in the blog post at:https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2017/03/fleas-and-friendship.html   (An interesting blog posting discusses the "little" house at the site, the first house my mother remembers. To access the blog post go to https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2014/07/miracles-at-little-house.html)
            My grandmother relished being active in the community and getting as many others involved as possible. She prided herself on producing the best of the best in anything she attempted. Most of the time, my grandfather supported her - although sometimes begrudgingly since she was a workaholic and an overachiever.
 In the late summer of 1930, my grandparents took the Belford Agriculture Display to the Osage County Free Fair. The display exhibited various grains and crops grown at that time in the Big Bend. Grandma had the vision of how it should look, and Grandpa helped her make it a reality. The Belford display won first place, so my grandparents with my mother, aged 5 (almost 6), in tow, packed and headed to the Tulsa State Fair.
As Mother told about Fred Ahrberg, I thought
of our Extension Educator for Osage County
and/Pawnee County, Rick Clovis. He joined our
family when he married Barbara Clark Gates.
           The Osage County Extension agent, Fred Ahrberg, assisted my grandparents, Calvin Callcayah and Gladys Vivian Rainey Smith, in preparing for their state display. Mother recalls that Mr. Ahrberg located a mechanical attention-getting doll to create even more interest in the Belford Agriculture Display. The little mechanical professor who moved his teaching pointer served as an eye-catching prop, attracting state fair goers.
This photograph was in the 1931 Osage County Free Fair program that Grandma
had saved in her 
keepsake box. This display had won in 1930.  As Dad would say,
 "Benders can compete with the best of them."

                









                             

            Mother did an obligatory displays walk-through. Grandma always valued learning so I am sure she encouraged my mother to learn as much as she could from the innovative booths. Mother zipped through the county displays in the building where the Osage County booth was. She was a bored little girl and looking for some action!
When quizzing Mother about her attendance at the Tulsa State Fair 89 years ago, the subject of livestock entries came up. Her reply to me indicated a low interest level in this area of the fair. Her exact quote at aged 94, “You’ve seen one cow, you’ve seen them all. I could see cows all day long when I was back home.”
Her keen interest was sparked by the midway rides. To my amazement, she rode all the rides, except the ferris wheel, by herself! Recently, we heard a report on the noon news from a Tulsa television station that a wristband could be purchased for $70 that would enable children to have unlimited rides on all midway rides (except the extreme ones and the Sky Ride) for the entire eleven days of the 2019 Tulsa State Fair. With her dry sense of humor, she exclaimed, “I would have been a Dizzy Lizzy because I would have ridden those rides all day long!”
My independent mother at age 5 (almost 6) rode as many rides as she could or as frequently as she could get the nickel or dime. In 1930, each ride was paid for individually. Less than one year after the stock market crash of 1929, the nickel and dime were hard to come by from her parents. She admits that she probably rode more rides than most kids that year because she was an only child.
In our present day, when a child is old enough to comprehend who a stranger is, the concept of “Stranger Danger” is drilled into each little one’s mind! Yet my mother ran around the midway willy nilly, riding the rides at her own discretion by herself, while her parents manned the Osage County booth. What a different world we live in!
Mother even admitted to getting lost frequently on the fair grounds. She indicated, in that era, only rich families feared kidnapping and glibly spouted, “We were so poor that my getting kidnapped wasn’t a worry.” Very seldom was it heard that sexual predators kidnapped children. To return to her parents, she would merely ask an adult or those who operated the rides to direct her to the “building with the booths” and she would calmly meander back.
It was such a different day and time. Mother said they slept on pallets right there in the pavilion where the award-winning booth was. The only fair food Mother remembered was the pink cotton candy. Her mother provided their food while there, primarily sandwiches. No fried-whatever-on-a-stick for them!
Often people ask about my mother's condition, at almost aged 95. She continues to rule the kitchen, insisting on preparing breakfast, lunch, and supper.
 Mother's mind remains more inquisitive and thirstier for knowledge than most people I know, no matter their ages. She continues to memorize chunks of God’s Word. (In my opinion, her commitment to memorization of scripture has contributed to her healthy mind. Plus she laughs a lot.)  God has graciously blessed us with her. 

Happy 95th Birthday to Mother on October 17th.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

The Misidentified Feline

The pink house on Big Bend Road, only has farm cats. After the death of Tailer and the disappearance of Bob, the two bottle-fed kittens we raised, Mother and I covenanted with each other to revert to outdoor-dwelling, farm cats only.
The brindled mama cat had two kittens in the spring -  a solid black kitten and a gray and white kitten. The little gray and white kitten’s “personality” soon emerged. I misidentified the kitten as a female, naming the kitten “Princess.” The gentleness and insistence on interacting with me led to the feline inching its way into a relationship with people. 
Then a few months later, I discovered my mistake. I considered myself in good company in my error. In Doc Henry’s book, Just So You’ll Know, the renowned veterinarian and proud graduate of Ralston High School related of a young grandchild correctly noting the assumed female cat patient had “two buttons” putting a stop to the spaying procedure. If Dr. Raymond Henry could make a mistake like that, I told myself I would put myself in company like that any day.
The name tag “Princess” was changed to “Little P” a shortened version of "Little Prince." His disposition remains the same. He bounds to meet me as soon as I emerge from the back door. He climbs on Dad’s small toolbox to watch me open the wooden box made by Grandpa Calvin Callcayah Smith that serves as a container to secure the cat food. Whether watering or gathering tomatoes, hanging laundry on the clothesline, or just about any outdoor task, Little P acts as if he wishes he had thumbs to help.
The gray and white cat never shies away from looking right in my eyes. Little P enjoys being held whether on his back or the “bad kitty carry” or cuddled close. (Bob, the orange and white Manx cat, would "tolerate" me holding him about 45 seconds, even though he had been bottle-fed by us. Mother said he would look around and squirm a tiny bit as if to say, "Bernadean, that's enough. Let me down.") Not this 2019 farm cat - he loves those who care for him.
           Little P reminds me of David who withstood all kinds of difficulties because he delighted in his relationship with the Lord. In Psalm 73:28, he penned:
But I’m in the very presence of God – oh, how refreshing it is! I’ve made Lord God my home. God, I’m telling the world what You do! The Message
James, the half-brother of Jesus, wrote to the believers in his letter. In chapter 4, verse 8, the admonition is stated:
Come close to God and He will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners. Purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.
The young tom cat knows if he approaches me, I will respond to him. God is much the same way. When Little P hears even the slight jangle of the gate closure as I return from the pasture, without even hearing my voice, he rushes to me.
 Just as the sweet cat enjoys spending time with his person, the most perfect relationship with God is that of a believer who knows nothing better than time with Him – whether in Bible study, prayer, meditation, or going throughout the day in an attitude of awareness of His presence prompting obedience. May this prayer redirect us this week.
Lord, You alone know my heart delights to be in Your presence. Make me aware of You even when trials, incidental troubles, and disappointment creep stealthily into my day. Instead of yielding to the discouragement tugging down my spirit, enable me to rely on You, my unchanging God, for strength. Moment by moment, “give me grace to trust You more.”

Sunday, September 29, 2019

The First Rainey in Branson

Dad anticipated our Branson family vacation each summer. Mother, a confirmed homebody, supported our yearly trip primarily because Dad looked forward to that one week of summer all year long. (That’s some sort of commentary on how to make a marriage work.)
This week, Mother unearthed a cool little personalized key chain from our first trip to Branson, Missouri, in 1994. Mother commented on how the little commemorative memorabilia captured Dad’s exuberance and even hers on that very first Branson excursion.
The inaugural year found us seeing only one show. As a bibliophile, I petitioned that we take in a performance of “The Shepherd of the Hills.” During that evening this photo of Mother and Dad was taken. 
Mother then began recalling her grandmother, Rosa Jarrell Rainey, and her love of reading. Mother spent much time with her maternal grandma and Alice, her aunt. Her grandma never spoke of attending school, but she had learned to read. She loved stories with interesting plots and strong characters.
One of her favorite books was The Shepherd of the Hills by Harold Bell Wright. Wright set the heartwarming tale in the Ozark Mountains in Mutton Hollow in Taney County based on his time in the area as he recovered from tuberculosis.
Rosa and William Rainey were born in Missouri but in their early marriage left their home state for “Bill” to work for the railroad constructing new track in Texas, Oklahoma Territory, and Indian Territory. Even though Rosa and Bill raised their children, Daisy, Lewis, Gladys (my grandma), Alice, Gene, and Emma, in the brand-new state of Oklahoma, Rosa always felt a fondness for Missouri.
In the 1930s, following Great-Grandpa William’s death, Emma and her husband, Bill Buckley, treated Rosa to a trip of her life. She revisited Missouri. They toured the area of Taney and Stone counties, experiencing picturesque Mutton Hollow, the actual setting of Harold Wright’s wildly popular novel.
The portion of Aunt Emma’s photographs that Mother inherited included this photograph of her in the Evergreen Cemetery near Notch, Missouri, in Stone County.
The real-life couple, John and Anna Ross, who befriended the ailing Wright when he sought quietness in the Ozarks was buried exactly four months apart in this cemetery in 1923. Their graves remained unmarked until an effort by fans of the characters of Old Matt and Molly in Wright’s popular novel raised money to erect the monument. Mr. and Mrs. Ross inspired Harold Bell Wright’s endearing couple in his book.
Many of Rosa Jarrell Rainey’s descendants have taken trips to Branson, Missouri. Likely none of us realized the woman from whom we descended toured the Ozark area before it reached its worldwide vacation status.
As I perused my own copy of The Shepherd of the Hills purchased for $2.95 in 1979, this powerful, scathing quote of warning leaped off the page,
…we buy bibles, but will not read them; believing in God, we do not fear Him; acknowledging Christ, we neither follow nor obey Him. From page 287 of the 1978 edition published by Grosset & Dunlap, New York.
            What insight into a deeply grounded ancestor! Great Grandma Rainey loved reading and chose good books because she recognized their impact on her life. May we embrace the power of reading our Bibles, believing and fearing God, and following and obeying Christ. Our diligent commitment to these life-strengthening actions honors an unassuming god-fearing, wise woman of yesteryear. 
Rosa Jarrell Rainey in a custom-fit dress
she created herself. Each of her dresses
were designed by her to fit perfectly at
her shoulders. She stands on the porch
of her last home. This precious lady with
impeccable standards would be appalled
beyond words at the 10th Circuit Court's
ruling on equality allowing both men
and women to appear in public areas
without wearing a shirt of some sort.
This lady who insisted on a dress that
buttoned near her chin, with a skirt hem
falling between her calves and ankles,
would be shocked that anyone - whether
man or woman - would choose to appear
topless in public places. Our society
needs more like Great grandma Rainey
with her attitudes about life and modesty.

To learn more about Rosa Jarrell Rainey and see earlier photographs of her, go to these links: