Rosemary Brown's Pentecostal Songs in Indiana!

I was seven the summer that we lived in the country near Mt Summit. State Road 3 was west of us and 36 was north of us. It was a very hot sultry night in the summer of 1935. One night when the boys were sound asleep and Mom and I were still up, I can't remember if Pop was home or not. If he was he was sleeping too, " Mother said I'm so thirsty I just got to have a drink of water." And there was no water in the house. So she said "Rose can't you go get us some water?" And I said "No mama I'm scared." Although we had an oil Lamp in the kithen where we were, it was so dark outside that you could not see your hand in front of you face. Then she said "My mouth is as dry as cotton, I've just got to have a drink. "You can do it can't you.? So then I said yes I would go.

In those days we threw nothing away and we kept the buckets that Karo syrup came in. So I took the little Karo syrup bucket, because I was too little to carry the big water bucket like Mother did and I started off to the spring where we got water. So I went thru the back yard to the wooden gate and climbed over. Then I started down the path to the spring. In order to stay in the path one had to feel the tall grass on each side and when you hit the grass on either side then you would know you were getting out of the path. When I got thru the cow pasture I came to a clearing. Then I started dipping my little bucket towards the ground and feeling my way slowly until I heard it splash in the water. Then I dipped down, got a bucket full of water, turned around and started for home. So far so good.

Now this part makes me think of the 91st Psalmn 4. He shall cover you with his feathers and under his wings you shall take refuge, His truth shall be your shield and buckler . 5. Ye shall not be afraid of the terror by night nor of the pestilence that walks in the darkness.

When I got halfway back across the meadow there was a loud swoosh at my feet. Now there I was alone in the dark and frozen with fear. I couldn't even move. I knew I had to do something so I did some special thinking. I remembered my father telling a story about a mother pheasant hovering over her chicks and if you came upon her suddenly the chicks and she would all scatter. . Sort of a safety mechanism I guess. So, I decided that was what the noise was, regained my mobility and continued taking a drink to Mother.

The Little Errand Girl, part 2

By Rosemary Brown

Rosemary's Notes


Above, my mother and her brothers. In front from left, Uncle Ted and Uncle John. In back, Uncle Jim, left, and Uncle Joe. The Little Errand Girl, part 2 By Rosemary Brown I was seven the summer that we lived in the country near Mt Summit. State Road 3 was west of us and 36 was north of us. It was a very hot sultry night in the summer of 1935. One night when the boys were sound asleep and Mom and I were still up, I can't remember if Pop was home or not. If he was he was sleeping too, " Mother said I'm so thirsty I just got to have a drink of water." And there was no water in the house. So she said "Rose can't you go get us some water?" And I said "No mama I'm scared." Although we had an oil Lamp in the kithen where we were, it was so dark outside that you could not see your hand in front of you face. Then she said "My mouth is as dry as cotton, I've just got to have a drink. "You can do it can't you.? So then I said yes I would go. In those days we threw nothing away and we kept the buckets that Karo syrup came in. So I took the little Karo syrup bucket, because I was too little to carry the big water bucket like Mother did and I started off to the spring where we got water. So I went thru the back yard to the wooden gate and climbed over. Then I started down the path to the spring. In order to stay in the path one had to feel the tall grass on each side and when you hit the grass on either side then you would know you were getting out of the path. When I got thru the cow pasture I came to a clearing. Then I started dipping my little bucket towards the ground and feeling my way slowly until I heard it splash in the water. Then I dipped down, got a bucket full of water, turned around and started for home. So far so good. Now this part makes me think of the 91st Psalmn 4. He shall cover you with his feathers and under his wings you shall take refuge, His truth shall be your shield and buckler . 5. Ye shall not be afraid of the terror by night nor of the pestilence that walks in the darkness. When I got halfway back across the meadow there was a loud swoosh at my feet. Now there I was alone in the dark and frozen with fear. I couldn't even move. I knew I had to do something so I did some special thinking. I remembered my father telling a story about a mother pheasant hovering over her chicks and if you came upon her suddenly the chicks and she would all scatter. . Sort of a safety mechanism I guess. So, I decided that was what the noise was, regained my mobility and continued taking a drink to Mother.
Posted 2/21/2005 -- If you love Pentecostal songs, you can email Rose Rosemary's Notes What is Pentecost? Grandma's song Wait a little longer, please Jesus Uncle Lacy (and my brother, June, too) Gladys: Safe in the arms of Jesus Memories of Blue River Long cold winter of 1935-36 The little errand girl, part 1 The Little errand girl, part 1