Friday, February 9, 2018

Granny's Pantry # 47 Life at High Rock in 1941

A letter from Freda Cole to her daughter, nicknamed Biddie, on May 15, 2941. Freda (Granny Cole) was at High Rock and Biddie was at Pfeiffer College. 
A small window into life at High Rock in 1941.
                                                           Thursday Morn.
Dearest Biddie1,

       






Just a few lines this morning, we are so rushed, The roomers have gone for good2 and we are trying to get the house back to normal. Ruth3 says she has no bee material here, its all stored at Odell,4 so sorry. Dady said he would like for you to come home but since you hafto go back Sat, perhaps you better stay,5 you know it wont be long any more. Any way we haven’t anything good to eat yet  The strawberries all went to grass last summer but Brooks6 is starting some new  I will  have plenty of fried chickens by the time you come home. We will come to see you as soon as possible and I will send you some money soon. I haven’t got to buy my chix7 yet, put my money all in bed, springs etc. ha
       Be real sweet and Ruth and I will try and have the house cleaned when you come
       Love & kisses
                    Freda8                  
1Martha Virginia—Freda Cole’s youngest child
2Not sure why Freda and Albert took in boarders in the early 40's---maybe related to persons who guarded the High Rock Dam, as Albert did, or possibly railroad workers maybe for income—Freda was very industrious
3Ruth Elizabeth Cole—Freda and Albert’s oldest child
4The place in NC where Ruth had her first teaching job
5“Biddie” is in college at Pfeiffer Jr. College, Meisenheimer, NC (about 15 miles from High Rock)
6Albert Brooks—Freda and Albert’s middle child
7Baby chickens
8Freda Mae Morgan Cole (Granny Cole)—married to Albert Milton Cole (Granddaddy Cole) of High Rock
Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, 
so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.
(Colossians 4:6)

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Winter White


I'm stuck in colder weather...maybe tomorrow will better 
[Zac Brown et al]

Home
Old Kitchen
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago
[C. Rossetti]
Necessary
The Pit
 Smokehouse
  The very fact of snow is such an amazement. [R. Ebert]     
"Come now let us reason together, says the LORD; though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson,
they shall become like wool."

[Isaiah 1:18]