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Fourth of July on Homestead Logging Roads

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By Capper's Staff | May 30, 2013

One glorious Fourth of July early
in this century will alwaysremain
in my memory. We lived in a sawmill town where the log trains brought the big
pine logs from the forest to be sawed into lumber, which was stacked to dry,
planed, then loaded into boxcars for shipping. This was a company-owned town.

Early in the morning of July 4, the
log engine was hooked to a string of boxcars and pulled to a place where
company employees had gathered with their families.

When all were loaded in the
boxcars, we started for the log camp, to us the greatest picnic spot in the
world. Logging roads were never level or straight; it seemed we were going
upgrade, downgrade or around a curve all the time.

At the camp, in the shade of four
giant trees, was a pine board platform, where men with a fiddle, banjo,
mandolin, and two guitars waited for the dance to start. There was a stand with
big jars of lemonade. A man labored over the crank of an ice-cream freezer,
growling because the cream wouldn’t freeze. There was an old-fashioned doll
rack, and to me, the greatest attraction of all, a circle swing pulled by a
mule.

I was one of seven children being
fed and clothed by a father who graded lumber for $1.45 a day. That morning I
left home with four nickels tied in the corner of my hanky. Before noon I spent
one nickel to ride the swing. Later I spent another for a wad of cotton candy
on a stick, and before starting home I bought a package of popcorn with a small
folding fan attached with a rubber band.

I arrived home with one nickel
still in my hanky and knew the pleasure of having money of my own for several
weeks.

Mrs. Mary F. Brown
Aurora, Missouri


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