Sunday, December 04, 2005

A Hitherto unsung exhibitionist and her pedigree

Randolph, California or Sierraville

Whatever remains is designated as Sierraville. The grist mill, Father's planning mill, the hotel and the livery stable sat on the Feather River, 26 miles south of Truckee near Beckwith. Here stopped the Truckee Stage, our sole connection with the railroad and the outside world

I was born on January 13, 1871 in midst of a blinding snow storm. My father made his way through snow drifts for 15 miles to reach the doctor. They returned safely to my mother's side, though they had risked being caught in on a snow drift or blocked by a road along the way. How lucky we were, sometimes the snow reached a depth of ten feet or more leaving us shut in for weeks. Even on the hottest summer day it is not unusual to see mountain ridges still coated with melting snow.

In 1949, the house I was born in was still standing. It became known as the Joy House because my father sold it to "Al Joy" in 1876. I didn't recognize it until someone called my attention to it.

2 comments:

Ursula said...

Mittie could read in McGuffey's Fifth Reader by the time she attended school. Today that's a 9th grade reading level.
Her vocabulary


petition
a formal request
articulate
to utter the elementary sounds
modulate
to vary or inflect
monotony
lack of variety
affected
unnatural and silly
drafted
selected by lot
concise
brief and full of meaning
discharge
release
dictate
to utter so that another may write down
distinction
honorable and notable position
express
to make known the feelings of

Ursula said...

This 1885 Sierra lists both Etta and Randolph. There were about 210 people in Etta at the time.