Sunday, June 28, 2015

The Last Road in Yerington

The Last Road in Yerington

There is a road I’ve yet to travel.  It is not the longest or the most adventurous road I’ve traveled. It is not the first time I have driven this road, but It is the last road I will ever go down.  It will start at the corner of Main & Bridge Street.  

 

The Wells Fargo Bank will be on the left and the Copeland Lumber Company will be on the right. It might be called something else now, but when I was a kid it stood there like a big orange square Jack-o-Lantern with its black cat logo.  Every time I went by it I would count how many months to Halloween.

 

A block behind the Wells Fargo Bank there use to be a blacksmith shop where I would stand and watch the blacksmith work as a kid.  They have now moved it to the Lyon County Museum.  In the next block was the little house where an older cousin, Donna, lived after her marriage and who  babysat me when I had rheumatic fever in 1956. Journeying down this road, the houses become thinner and scarcer with each passing block.  Six or seven block later was a small farm where one of our babysitters lived when we were kids.  It only had an outhouse, and I remember helping the sitter do the laundry on a wringer washing machine.

 

After leaving her homestead, it turns into alfalfa fields until you come to the Model Dairy.  Looking up ahead one can see the Yerington “Y” on a hill.  At the dairy the road veers right and in a few short minutes, my last road ends at the front arch of The Valley View Cemetery.

 

 

 

As a teenager, the cemetery was one of the favorite “makeout” places.  I would hear strange stories about my classmates seeing “green eyes” or was it “red eyes”.  I never did see them, but now that I am going to be living here for a very long time, maybe I can figure this mystery out.



 

Yes, this will be my last road.  A pleasant road filled with the smell of alfalfa and the sounds of the mooing of cows from the dairy.  Above the Yerington “Y” seems to proclaim “Yes, It was a good life and yes welcome home!”




Roads, Roads, Road
Of these, I can speak
So many roads, so many adventures.

I have traveled to explore
I have traveled to escape,
I have traveled so many roads.

Roads that lead to nowhere
Roads of anguish,
Roads to get back
Roads to go forward,

Curvy roads, rocky roads
straight boring roads.
hilly roads, mountain roads,
meadow roads, valley roads
desert roads, coastline roads

hot dry roads, rainy roads
foggy roads, snow covered roads
icy roads and some clear sailing roads.

Yes, over hill and over dale
I traveled like a ship in full sail.
And now I take a trip down the last road
I will no long walk or ride the roads
I will travel but not on the roads

No, this time I will fly into the arms of the One
I have been seeking on the many roads.
He will be my permanent traveling partner
And where He carries me I will follow
For He is my Road.
by Chere L Brown 2015

Sunday, April 26, 2015

You May Be From Yerington In the 50’s-70’s If…. (Part Three)

You May Be From Yerington In the 50’s-70’s If…. (Part Three)

 

...You thought it was fun to watch grocery trucks unload or hair cuts.  Mac the barber cut “Baby Face Nelson’s hair” right in that very chair. (CB) & (MB)

 

---You hung out at John’s Cafe hoping a friend with a car would let you drag Main with them. (CB)

 

---if you didn’t drag in a car, you walked up and down Main until your feet got tired, then return to John’s Cafe or the F&B for a coke and some 25 cent order of french fries. (CB)


… You remember hearing the “dart” trucks from the “mine” at night. (CB)

OR  

… You could feel trembles, but weren't sure if they were dynamite blasts from the “mine” or atomic testing in the Las Vegas desert. (CB)

 
--- You could make it to Reno in an hour, when there was no Nevada speed limit, if you drove between 90-100 miles per hour, even with slowing down in Wabuska, Silver Springs, and Fernley. (CB)



--- If you hadn’t egged the Weed Height’s guard house, you were fixin to.....and the very same guard house where you ran the stop sign at least once.... (MB)


… Our parents knew where we were by looking at which front yard our dog was lying in. (Kathee Hall Speight)


...Yerington where the only thing that really terrified little kids was Gina and her flashlight and maybe Fred Stallard, just a little bit (Peggy Freitas Purintun)



...You didn't wear a watch but waited for the noon whistle to give you an idea of the time. (Peggy Freitas Purintun)


---You would go hunting for asparagus in irrigation ditches. (Sylvia Banta)

...You went swimming and took swim lessons at the Wellington Indoor Pool (MB)
...You remember driving by elephant mountain or lion mountain (MB)

Monday, April 20, 2015

You May Be From Yerington In the 50’s-70’s If…. (Part Two)

You May Be From Yerington In the 50’s-70’s If…. (Part Two)


...You know which side of a dead cottonwood tree the edible mushrooms grow (MB)


… When you are hunting, hiking or mushroom picking to close all the head gates and to pack out what you packed in. (MB)


,,,You love the aroma of new mowed alfalfa. (MB)


...You remember the dog catcher patrolling on his 1930’s bike, but still question where the basted dogs sat. (MB)

     

...You are a Giants fan who despises, no absolutely hated, the LA Dodgers.  Dodger blue makes you nauseated. (MB)


...You remember when groceries were charged and delivered.(CB) & (MB)


   
...the polio epidemic and the vaccines and sugar cubes. (CB)

...Hornbuckles Pool Hall when girls were not allow in or to play. (CB)


...dragging up and down Main Street on Friday and Saturday nights. (CB)


...the after school clubs: Future Farmers, Future Teachers, Future Homemakers, German Club, Spanish Club, Journalism & Photography Clubs, Math Club. Drill Teams, Marching Band (CB)




...when beer and sometimes Giomi Stomp (yuk-but free) was the drug of choice.


 


….Saturday night dances at the VFW hall or Eagles Roost. (CB)

...The red “Valley Dairy Punch” and it’s unique taste and the price was right. (MB)

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

You’ve Stood the Test of Time

You’ve Stood the Test of Time

     

Today, my Aunt Connie is going on the Honor Flight to Washington D.C. with the vets to see the WWII veterans memorial and other sites.  This is a program put on by the University of Nevada.  It is completely paid for by volunteers.  Someone from Aunt Connie's church will be her chaperone.  My aunt, Carol Conrad McGee, was a WWII navy nurse.  She is now 94 years old.  This will be a challenging trip for her, but has a sweet determination to go.  

On her trip, they’re going to have a “mail call” on the flight, just like when these Vets were in the service. They’re encouraging friends/family to write them a letter and they will surprise the Vets with this, so it’s a secret. This is my letter to her.






April 9, 2015
Fort Worth TX

Dear Aunt Connie,
I hear you are on your way to our nation's capital to see the WWII veterans memorial and wanted to let you know how honored I am to have you representing our WWII veterans. I also want to thank you for your service to our country during that terrible war.  I’m sure this trip will bring back a flood of memories.  I am including in this letter some photos of that time that I took while visiting you.  They ought to jog your memory banks a little as well.

I am also grateful that you were in the armed forces at that time because that is where you met and married my uncle, Jack, who was also a pilot in the Navy, and became an official member of the McGee clan.


You’ve stood the test of time
through war you nursed the wounded
and your cheerful countenance
made your patients spirits climb.

You’ve stood the test of time
through marriage and motherhood
and you never complained
when you were down to your last dime.

You’ve stood the test of time
through trials and tribulations
without any standing ovations
your endurance was prime.

You’ve stood the test of time
serving your Lord in meekness and humility
And I can almost hear Him saying
“Well done, Carol, your service to me is sublime.”

It is my prayer this will be a wonderful trip for you, and look forward to hearing all about it when you get home.

Your Loving Niece,
Chere



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