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Memories of Growing Up at the Choctaw Agency Second in a Series by Jim Foster, January 19, 2009. The Old Log House  Click for Larger View. Some may have called it a shack, and they may have been right, but to me it was home and we never thought any thing else about it. It was just one big room with two small rooms that had been added on. There was a large old wood cook stove that sat in the middle of the old log house, and in the winter time I'm here to say, that was the meeting place for everyone. Also, it was the place in the winter to get your bath in the old wash tub, and with 3 sisters, there were lots of fights over that. Don't know why, but the girls always had to have their bath first. I always told myself that when I grew up and got my own old log house, and my own tub, that I was going to get my bath first!!!!! My Mother was also a tuff little women. She could take an old cold biscuit and feed the whole family with it. We always wondered why, when food did not taste so good, she would always taste it and say there is nothing at all wrong with it, now eat your milk and cornbread !!!! Does anyone know what onion milk tastes like? In the spring, when the cows ate all the wild onions they could find, and then later on it was the bitterweeds they would go for. Yes some of the times were hard, I guess you could say, but we didn't have much so we really didn't miss it. I will try not to say a lot about the hard times just the good times, and oh yes the funny times. Sometime back in the late 1940, we had a big snow, maybe 10", we always got the old house warm before going to bed. Sometime in the night, when the snow started to come down, with the wood shingles on the roof, and the wind blowing the snow came in the house. The house was still somewhat warm at that time, but before the morning came it had gotten really cold and from the snow coming in, it had blown over the beds and on the floor. It had started to melt but later it froze back. Ok, do you see where I'm at with the funny stuff! Anyone ever watch there sisters running around trying to get a frozen pillow of their head !!! My Dad was not bad to say a lot of bad words, but I guess there is a limit to somethings!!!! Everyone back then always kept a bucket near the bed at night. On those cold nights when a fox or something would come along to help himself to a nice meal out in the chicken house, my Dad, who was also hard of hearing, my Mother would poke him hard and say, there is something in the chicken house! He was coming out of the bed, and always with one foot on the floor and the other one always seemed to end up in the bucket!! So see they weren't all bad !!! DAYS BACK THEN !!!!! Next Time, Jim
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