Rosemary Brown's Pentecostal Songs in Indiana!

One cold winter night for some reason we were staying at Grandma's house. I heard a noise in the kitchen and when I went to check it out Mother was there by the warm fire in the cook stove and she said she was waiting up for "Maam" (that is what everyone called her.) I ask where is "Maam" ? There was a very old barn partially hidden by a big hill where Maam kept the brood sows when they were with pig. Mom said she over to the old barn helping a sow who is having her pigs, and that she hoped everything went alright with that. That was just one of her many jobs to be there when the little piglets were coming.

I guess you could say Grandma was a butcher too, because she was always there at butchering time once a year when the boys strung a pig up by his hind legs with a kettle of hot water near by and they dressed it down all this after it was killed of course. Then then parts were salted down in a big wooden bin. And all those chicken dinners that we had did not come from a store but from grandma's chicken house.

The pump for drinking water was just outside the woodhouse. Just about all the houses in those days had a wood house. But just inside the wood house was what they called a pitcher pump that was over the cistern. A cistern holds rain water which is used to wash clothes and it is soft water and does not need as much soap as the hard water. Pumping water from a water well pump is hard work so some one installed a gasoline engine. Now these are very powerful things and one day Uncle Joe got his thumb caught in the machinery and it severed his thumb. Doctors were almost unheard of back then , So Grandma ran in the house came back out with some turpentine and clean strips of cloth. Then she just stuck that thumb back in place, and wrapped it tight with the bandages, soused it with turpentine and in time it grew back and I never did hear Uncle Joe complain about it after that.

At another time on a cold winter day when the ground was covered with ice Grandma slipped and fell out by the front yard gate breaking her arm and she set it her self and wrapped it tightly and it was quite a while before she finally had to give up and have a Doctor look at it. Of course he had to break it all over again and reset it. That was my Grandma plucky, strong -willed, always in charge of whatever was going on.

That's me, Rose, at age 18, with my grandma

Grandma: The Vet and the Doctor.

By Rosemary Brown

Rosemary's Notes


That's me, Rose, at age 18, with my grandma Grandma: The Vet and the Doctor. By Rosemary Brown One cold winter night for some reason we were staying at Grandma's house. I heard a noise in the kitchen and when I went to check it out Mother was there by the warm fire in the cook stove and she said she was waiting up for "Maam" (that is what everyone called her.) I ask where is "Maam" ? There was a very old barn partially hidden by a big hill where Maam kept the brood sows when they were with pig. Mom said she over to the old barn helping a sow who is having her pigs, and that she hoped everything went alright with that. That was just one of her many jobs to be there when the little piglets were coming. I guess you could say Grandma was a butcher too, because she was always there at butchering time once a year when the boys strung a pig up by his hind legs with a kettle of hot water near by and they dressed it down all this after it was killed of course. Then then parts were salted down in a big wooden bin. And all those chicken dinners that we had did not come from a store but from grandma's chicken house. The pump for drinking water was just outside the woodhouse. Just about all the houses in those days had a wood house. But just inside the wood house was what they called a pitcher pump that was over the cistern. A cistern holds rain water which is used to wash clothes and it is soft water and does not need as much soap as the hard water. Pumping water from a water well pump is hard work so some one installed a gasoline engine. Now these are very powerful things and one day Uncle Joe got his thumb caught in the machinery and it severed his thumb. Doctors were almost unheard of back then , So Grandma ran in the house came back out with some turpentine and clean strips of cloth. Then she just stuck that thumb back in place, and wrapped it tight with the bandages, soused it with turpentine and in time it grew back and I never did hear Uncle Joe complain about it after that. At another time on a cold winter day when the ground was covered with ice Grandma slipped and fell out by the front yard gate breaking her arm and she set it her self and wrapped it tightly and it was quite a while before she finally had to give up and have a Doctor look at it. Of course he had to break it all over again and reset it. That was my Grandma plucky, strong -willed, always in charge of whatever was going on.
Posted 3/23/2005 -- 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 2 We decided to have church in the kitchen Grandma: The vet and doctor Yes, Maam! Remembering how my grandma kept her house