Weekend Creative : Tell Your Story

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Meet my Grandma Cathy at age 4 (1931). 

Last week my Mom sent our family an email that included the words below. These are my Grandma's words, written in her own handwriting in 1984 (when she was 57) following prompts in a Grandparents Memory book, to my cousin Heather.

Four weeks ago we celebrated Grandma's life. She was so awesome.


One of the things we shared was a love of family history. She was a fantastic storyteller and she & my Grandpa spent a good deal of time researching our family history during their later years.


This is your prompt for the weekend: Begin writing your own story. It's a simple thing. It can be done anywhere. Grab a pen & paper or open a blank document on your computer and simply begin to write. Whatever you come up with will be an absolute treasure in years to come.


Write without judgment. As you read below you will see there is a mixture of fact and feeling and bits & pieces of things she remembered of her life as a child. I love how she writes about the toys she played with and all the different pets and getting electricity in the upstairs at the ranch. And as you will see if you read the whole thing, the ending is abrupt - there's no closure but I imagine there was intention. Don't we all intend to finish things we begin?


There is no right or wrong way to go about this. There is no right or wrong way to end it. Just write.

Here is the beginning my Grandma's story in her own words: 


I was born in the good old U.S.A.


The state of Oregon.


The city of Pendleton, on N.W. 13th in a Maternity home.


It was July 8, 1927.


Early morning, because after I was born my Dad went back to the ranch to work on the combine the rest of the day.


Dr. Wainscott delivered me. He was the family doctor until he died.


My parents names were:
Doris Romine McRae and Lloyd Kenneth McRae.


Doris was 25 and Lloyd was 26.


My full name was Catherine Ann McRae.


My grandmother McRae’s middle name was Ann and a sister of Kenneth McRae’s name was Ann.


My first best friend was a playmate in the neighborhood at Bawba’s (Cathy’s grandfather, Kenneth McRae). Her name was Aliene, who married Charlie Dalles, who was in Grandpa Tommy’s class at school. Another neighbor girl was Luvalle Morrison, who is living on the same corner on 10th Street as where her grandparents lived. My best friends from Helix area before school years was Royal Raymond and Don Cook. Royal still lives in the Helix area. Don Cook’s Dad, Sam farmed in the Helix area at that time. Sam later farmed Great Grandmother Thompson’s land on the Indian Reservation. He was Umatilla county Judge in the 1960’s.


I still have my two favorite dolls. One upstairs in the study, her name was Alma for the lady friend of Mom McRae’s who gave the doll to me. At this time (1984) my first doll is in the state of repair – Janet was named for my Mom McRae. She made many trips to Canada, the mountains, and the beach.


Birthday parties were not too often for my early years. The depression no doubt was the main cause, because when I was in my teens all the small kids had parties and then in High School we did too. I do remember my 4th Birthday tho, as I got a jump suit (as it would be called today) and we had a family picnic in Bawba’s yard.


I always felt I had two homes as a child. One home was at the ranch with Dory and Lloyd. (I called my parents by their first names, because everybody else did. When my sister, Mary Louise could talk, then I called them Mommy and Daddy most of the time because she called them Mommy and Daddy. My second home was with my Mom and Bawba (grandparents, Janet Ann and Kenneth McRae) in Pendleton on 421 N.W. Garfield (the President Garfield of course) which is now N.W. 8th, just 6 blocks down the hill from where we live now.


The neighbors at the ranch were hired help across the road at Hill’s ranch just as it is today, and the Mildred Winn and Muller families to the East, and the whole South Juniper Canyon to the West was the Tergerson’s, Tergerson’s and Newtson’s just as it is today.


Games for one child on a ranch are a bit short – I could jump rope, play hop scotch, and roll a hoop. I knew how to play cards (21 and Rummy) with Bawba and Mom or Mother. My Rummy game improved when I was in the 4th grade. When I got 100 in spelling – Mother and Dad and who ever was working for us would play Rummy after dinner. What fun.


My grandmother Mom always took me shopping for gifts for Mother and Dad. And she and Bawba always paid for what we picked out. Those are the kinds of gifts you don’t remember giving. When I was ten, Mary Lou six, we were paid for extra summer chores. I hoed weeds in the fields with Peggy’s reigns tied to my belt – some one had to carry my water jug and me home. Dad paid me $2.00 a week. Mary Lou got $1.00 a week for chores of weeding and watering the yard – she mostly ran through the sprinkler. Mother’s birthday was November 29 and we bought her eight linen napkins, at $1.75 each. They were beautiful and pleased her so much. We had planned on buying the other four napkins for her Christmas present, but Auntie Ilda (Dory’s younger sister) came for a visit and admired the lovely napkins. She went to town and bought Mother a dozen of the napkins. We girls were happy Mother had the napkins, yet we were hurt because our 8 looked so small.


My room at the ranch was the room off the dining room. I always loved the sunshine coming into the room in the morning.


Dad had tire swings for us in the front yard. There was a monkey bar between two trees, and a canvas hammock. When I was about 7 years old Bawba’s brother John McRae bought a playhouse for we girls, it was by the fence between the two big trees right in front of the kitchen. Many fun hours were spent playing house.


Then I always had Maude the mule to ride. Dad would put me on. I would get out to the bridge and the mule would turn and trot in under the garage by the shop. Dad would lead the mule out to the bridge and head her up the road (North) and give her a swat. She’d go to the next bridge – turn and beat Dad back to the shop. Dad was good for three trips to the bridge. I wanted to ride in the field and the mule was good for 0 rides. When I was eight Bawba bought a nice little mare called Peggy. Oh, she was neat, great, beautiful and loads of fun. I took care of her in the summer, Dad or a hired man always had those winter chores.


The first present I remember would be the jump suit I remember from my 4th birthday. I remember receiving the doll Alma, from Mom McRae’s good friend in California as a Christmas gift when I was 5.


My favorite book was Heidi.


I do not remember a favorite story. We always enjoyed getting Dorie to tell us stories about her childhood. She was whitty and could entertain us for hours. Dorie sang nursery rhymes, pop songs and hymns to us all the time. I believed her singing to be the most beautiful in the whole world. What a shock to hear a professional singer and realize Dorie could not even “carry a tune in a bucket.”


The playing in the hay in the cowbarn or the big barn (torn down in 1954) could probably be called a hiding place, altho I never thought of it as hiding.


We had all kinds of pets when I was growing up. There were always one or two or three dogs around the ranch. There was a Bally (a mongrel) and a German Police dog when I was a baby. I learned to walk hanging on to Bally. Dad raised one or two litters of German Police dogs. Then he bought a Lab pup called Cry Baby because he seemed to talk or cry at everyone all the time. Cry Baby died on a Christmas Day at the ranch.


Lloyd bought a Boxer called Pug (that pug nose Boxers have) who was dearly loved by us all. Gus (another Boxer) was almost raised by us as a pup while Dorie and Lloyd made their last few extended trips. After Lloyd died my sister MaryLou kept Gus. Dorie had canaries when were real small – the one I loved was called Sunshine. Such a beautiful bright yellow and he sang so beautifully. There were cats and the barn cats that were dearly loved. We had gold fish in the house as well as the ones in the watering trough. We raised bummer lambs in small pens in the yard. And of course the horses.


I always adored my Mom and Bawba – such love they gave!


The nickname Cathy started in high school and stuck. Lloyd called me C.A. lots of times. The year around hired man called me Katrina (the Norwegian Catherine) when he had too much to drink.


My sister Mary Lou was born on August 16, 1931, just after my fourth birthday. She was born in the early morning in the same Maternity Home where I was born. Harvest was not over when she arrived so Dad was back and forth between Bawbas house and the ranch. I remember that jump suit I wrote about getting for my 4th birthday was what I wore that first early evening when Dad carried me in to see Mother and Mary Lou.


Four years between small children makes a large difference in how brothers or sisters play together.   But having someone to play with was great. We made mud pies, played house with Louie always the baby, and as we got older we enjoyed each other more. We shared the bedroom off the dining room until the fall of 1938 when Lloyd wired the house for low voltage electric lights. The electricity came from about 24 large batteries in the garage charged up by the wind charger mounted on the garage roof. Fearful of fire from lamps Dad would not let us move upstairs until we had electric lights. What fun we had moving into the room upstairs. It didn’t have carpeting, or a closet or any heat except for the chimney that came up from the stove in the living room and out through the roof. Ice would freeze in the pot during the winter months.

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  1. Karen Malloy says…
    04/18/2008

    Thank you so much for sharing this story. It really makes me realize how important it is to record your story. I gave my parents a similar book to complete for my children. I must remind them to do this for posterity. Have a great weekend!

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  2. jen davis says…
    04/18/2008

    just beautiful, that photo too is priceless in itself...so many brilliant stories to share.

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  3. Erin says…
    04/18/2008

    What a PRECIOUS gift from your Grandma. Thank you so much for giving us this prompt, but for sharing her story. What a treasure. Happy weekend, Erin :)

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  4. scrapwordsgirl says…
    04/18/2008

    I love this, Ali!!! What a treasure your Grandmother has given you and your family.

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  5. Tiffany says…
    04/18/2008

    What an awesome piece of history!!!! I just got chills reading that so I can only imagine how you must have felt reading it and in her own handwriting, WOW!!!! Thanks so much for sharing that because I know that I have to write my own story and get others in my family to write theirs as well. You have just inspired me. :-)

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  6. Karen Geckler says…
    04/18/2008

    This is really cool. I sat here thinking of some of the neat details of events of my youth with a smile. It's funny how just hearing of something that happened in someone else's history can jog your own memory of some precious moment of the past.
    Cheers,
    Karen

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  7. erica says…
    04/18/2008

    WOW! That was so moving! My grandmother keeps a daily diary. I should go and see how far back she's kept them and ask to read them! What a great history!

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  8. Sharon F. says…
    04/18/2008

    Incredible Ali! How special that she did this and you all have it now. I dont have any writings from either Grandmother, however, lately I have remembered some of the "advice" my grandmother "Booty" had given - about making sure you travel while your body will still allow it. She was very wise - and ended up on dialysis for nearly over 10 years of her life.
    Thank you for sharing this fabulous piece of your history.
    Sharon F.
    Oakland, CA

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  9. mary says…
    04/18/2008

    I love the napkin story- Can't we all remember the tender little disappintments of our own childhood?

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  10. Kerry says…
    04/18/2008

    Thank you for sharing. Great inspiration.

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  11. Shelly says…
    04/18/2008

    Wow! What a wonderful, wonderful gift you have from your Grandma. Oh, do I wish I had such a thing from my dear grandma.
    I absolutely am going to start mine today, with my children and grandchildren in mind as I do so.
    Thank you for the excellent challenge!

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  12. Carrie says…
    04/18/2008

    Thank you so much for sharing her story!!! It has me moved not for my story but for my grandmothers, she is getting on in years and I want to know her details. I know what I will be doing this monday morning. Thank you sooo very much for the tiny push to move on something so so important. Your blog is an important part of me...holding me accountable and reminding me constantly what needs to be documented vs' what I am really documented. I have begin my get real list!!!!! Thanks for constant inspiration.

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  13. Cathy says…
    04/18/2008

    That is amazing, everythign she wrote down to pass down to the next generation to enjoy and learn about her past. I am definetly going to start writing my story for my daughter to one day learn about me. So she could see the things that I've been through and can learn from my mistakes and not go through the same mishaps. Thank you so much for sharing this.

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  14. Elizabeth says…
    04/18/2008

    This is wonderful! You are so fortunate to have this. As someone who is researching her family tree, this is a gold mine that generations will cherish for years to come!

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  15. Michelle says…
    04/18/2008

    Thank you for sharing that Ali. You are a great inspiration as always!

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  16. Kay Lynne says…
    04/18/2008

    I just read your newsletter and I sent you an email about getting real and telling my story. You can imagine my surprise when I got to your blog, telling me to not be scared, just tell my story. Amazing! I am adding your link on my blog.
    Thanks for sharing a piece of your grandma with us readers.

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  17. Suzie says…
    04/18/2008

    I know the places your grandmother is talking about in Pendleton and the Helix area. I've grown up in Athena and surrounding areas and now am raising my kids here. How fun for you to have such wonderful memories from her. I plan to put together a memory book for them with stories about me and my sister's adventures.
    Thank you so much for sharing!

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  18. {vic} says…
    04/18/2008

    Love this!!! Will be writing today!!!
    On another note was just wondering if you are reading "A New Earth" (Oprah book club)? If so could you post your thoughts on it?
    Also have you read the book by Jenny Mccarthy about raising a autistic child?
    (title"Louder than words")
    {vicki}

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  19. Suezi Gurzi says…
    04/18/2008

    that is so very awesome Ali! thank you for sharing that with all of us. This is such a treendous gift that your Grandmother gave all of you. I only wish that we had something like that from my grnadparents.!

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  20. Lyn Lepre says…
    04/18/2008

    Love this idea. I think, to a certain extent, that's what my Project 365+1 has turned out to be -- I am finding myself writing more and not just posting the photo.
    For instance, I'm currently on a trip with my mom in Las Vegas, and we're "on-site" blogging about what we are doing. And it's a fun way for us to almost immediately relive (and often re-laugh!) what we just experienced.
    Thanks for the prompt!
    http://lynlepre.typepad.com

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  21. kristin says…
    04/18/2008

    i am amazed at the photo. she is gorgeous! i have never really seen a good photo from that time of day. i mean- even my mom's photos aren't that great and she's only 56!

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  22. Tracy Schmitt says…
    04/18/2008

    Excellent idea...I will definitely be doing this starting TODAY! I am turning 40 this summer and have been remembering my life thus far, so this is a great encouragement. I want to also encourage my mom and dad, friends, family to do this in whatever format works for them. I do this kind of writing for so many other things/memories/people and haven't really thought about doing it for myself, until today. Thanks!

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  23. cindy b says…
    04/18/2008

    My first thought when I saw this entry is that WOW! You and Simon look like your Grandma!!! Have a great weekend. Peace and blessings...Cindy B.

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  24. Kate Griswold says…
    04/18/2008

    Great Story. My Aunt is in the process of scrapbooking she and my mom's childhood, using entries from my Grandmother's Diary. So amazing! My Grandma lived to be 98 - almost 99. What an incredible amount of change she saw from 1900-1999!
    Your Grandma and I share a birthday - I was born 39 years later. I thought that was cool too.

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  25. Erin M says…
    04/18/2008

    Ali, this is great!
    I've had my own grandmother write bits and pieces of her own history. I would really love her to be able to read this as well. My grandmother is of the same generation (born during the Depression) and from a family of farmers too.
    Thanks for sharing something so personal with all of us.

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