MOST PEOPLE WOULD NOT ADMIT TO WHAT HAPPEN TO THEM, WHEN THEY WERE GROWING UP ON A FARM IN OREGON COUNTY, BUT I BET IT HAPPEN TO MORE THAN JUST US. What I am going to write is about young boys and girls that would have unusual habits at night. First I want to share with you about myself and walking in my sleep. When I was about 4 or 5 years old we lived in a big two story house with a big fire place that set in the middle of the house. The upstairs was just one room and the heat from the big rock chimney from the fire place down stairs was the heat for that upstairs room. The farm itself was 360 acres I believe. My mother loved pretty rocks and had built a rock garden under the upstairs window on the left side of the house. All the kids slept up stairs and we had bedding on the floor because that was the only use of that room. I had what we called night mares and would walk in my sleep from the time I was about three years of age through high school. When I walked in my sleep i could almost know what I was doing and had little control over where I was or what I was doing. One thing I did learn was that when you are asleep, you dont hurt as bad when something goes wrong as you did when you were awake This one night I had gotten up and was looking out the window at the rock garden from the second store window. I decided or something decided that I wanted to go to the rock garden, so I opened the window and jumped out of the second store into the rock garden. The noise woke mom up and she came running out with her long flannel gown on and woke me up and asked if i was alright. I didnt even know where I was or what I had done. Mom checked me out and kept asking, are you ok, she could not find a scratch one on me and I was fine and she sent me back to bed. Later years after we had moved outside of Alton, I was not so lucky. One warm day I went outside and laid down under the cherry tree in the front yard and dreamed I was a horse. I started on my knees and hand bucking and my younger brother Truman came out and straddled my back and was riding me like you would a bucking horse. our front porch had four 4x4 post across the front of it. I bucked him towards the square post and hit my head directly in the middle and laid the scalp open when it would lay over one ear. I laid the scalp back in place and was getting ready to draw water out of the cistern when my dad walked up to me and asked, how much money do you have saved? Your mom dont want to sew you up, so lets go find Dr. Carhart and see if he will sew you up. I remember telling Dr. Carhart that only had about $12 and he looked at me and smiled and said, that is enough. He put 18 stitches in my head and took them out about three weeks or so later. I played basket ball in my sleep and talked to my team mates just as if we were in a game. I was always proud of my shoes, even though they were hand me downs that didnt have all of a sole in bottom of them and would get up almost every night and polish and shine them and mom would move them off the kitchen table every morning. The other thing we had problems with was wetting the bed. When we got up in the morning we would accuse each other of getting every one else wet. We did not have indoor bathroom and mom would kill us if we wet off the porch because she had flower beds around the porch and it would kill her flowers. I found out that most farm boys wet the bed longer than city kids did with indoor bath rooms and some of them also wet the bed up until they were 7 or 8 years old. It was too far to the out house out in the field and moms flowers were around the porch and you dare not go around the cherry tree. Most people would not post this story, but this is the way it was in Oregon County.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 01:19:14 +0000
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