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Show 32 This became my tonsillitis menu until I was grown, and those offending organs were cut out. I truly think the vinegar cut the thickness of my throat, which sometimes reached "quinzy" proportions, accompanied by earache and fever dreams. Revo was blessed while Papa was away taking care of his cattle, hunting strays, finding feed for them. Where the baby's name came from I couldn't say. Uncle Will had heard it and thought it was pretty. However it should be spelled, Reveau, Re Vogh, or if it is indeed a name we never found out. When Papa came home and found out what Mama had named her it was so odd he couldn't remember it and had to keep asking. When the townspeople kept asking he made up a little farce of going through his pockets before answering. Mama got even with him, though. She wrote it on a piece of paper, and next time he went through his pockets for company he found it, much to his chagrin, because by now he knew her name. After the hard winter Papa bought a ranch twenty miles into the heart of the Pahvant Range, at Three Creek. It had a two-room log house on it, so he bought two city lots in town and moved the house onto one of them. We "ranched" in the summers, moved the twenty miles back to town for school in the winters. The summer work was harsh for Mama, as she was the middle integer when Uncle Will on one side and Papa on the other carried the five-gallon milk cans from the corral. They felt that middle place would keep Mama balanced. We had a De la Val cream separator, so the night's |
