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The Fletcher Family Story

Page Five

As Told by Mattie Tucker

Written by Pattie Carter

In those days we made our own toys to play with. I played with what we

called rag dolls. I would make a whole family of htem and make a house and furniture

too. I just had a ball playing by myself. My brothers would tie ropes to long handled

hoes and they called them horses or donkeys and they would ride them just like

horses. They would nail four pieces of wood together about four inches long and

stand them up, they also made good horses to play with.

My mother made Bud, Cub's and my shoes out of canvas. She used the

old cotton sacks. They were nice shoes and we were proud of them. I wish I had

kept a pair. My mother could do anything that she set her mind to doing.

We also had what we called play parties. Someone would give a party,

especially on the weekends. The yard would be so full of kids that you couldn't

stir them with a stick. Our parents never let us dance, but they would let us play

a game called 'Snap". This game was just for fun of course, a boy and a girl would

hold hands until they were caught. Maybe like London Bridges. Alot of times we

would play spin the bottle. Momma would let us have kids over anytime we wanted.

Sometimes three or four of the kid's parents would come over and talk with Momma

and Papa while we played. We would have these parties until eleven o'clock or even

midnight. There was times we would play a game with chairs, we would give everyone

a number. If I was in the middle and called your number. You would have to get to

another place before I beat you. Kinda like Duck Duck Goose, but not quite the same.

These are just some of the games we played. I can't remember them all.

Cub and Bud was playing with a big box, using it for a wagon. They had

a team of horses and on their way to town. I guess they were cussing their horses

and did not realize momma had snuck up behind them. I would guess they would not

ever want to cuss again because momma paddled their rear ends pretty good.

In the winter time we would go into the woods and the canyons to gather

wood to burn. Momma and Papa would but cactuses, burn the thorns off and feed it

to the cows. Son and Clyde cut the firewood and Bud and Cub too turns bringing in

the wood chips to build the fire every morning. One time Bud forgot to get the kindling

before dark, someone finally noticed that it had not been done yet. He had to go out in

the dark alone to the wood pile. Son and Clyde grabbed two sheets and wrapped up in

them and got behind the wood pile and started making noises and sounds. When Bud

looked up and saw them, wood chips went everywhere and Bud headed for the house

screaming. Son and Clyde were laughing and laughing. We all had fun and didn't know

that we were poor as an ol' church mouse.

When Bud was young he was scared of everything. One night Momma

was holding him trying to get him to sleep. She made up an old song about a black

dog, Hoop-ee. She was singing this song to him and Bud just happened to look at the

window and saw our dog Coaley looking in. Bud screamed like he was dying. He was

so scared. Of course the rest of us thought it was funny and we laughed and laughed.

My mother had an organ that she brought with us from Oklahoma. Most

every night she played and all us kids would stand around her and we sang. We had to

leave it in that adobe house there in Colorado. She also left two big trunks of stuff. She

left a big picture of her and dad when they first got married.

When we went to school, we would sometimes take a team of horses with

a wagon and keep them there all day so we could get home. Sometimes when it was

cold we would have to cover the wagon to keep the cold out. When the school moved

closer to us and when it was not wet, cold or snowing we could either walk or ride a

horse. I actually learned to ride a horse just a well as the boys. We all walked about

three miles to school in those days and the boys would tease me. One time they had

killed a snake and hid it beside the trail and waited for me to get there. They ran me

the rest of the way home with it saying they were going to wrap that snake around

my neck. The next morning I got up and went to school an hour early, I was so scared

of that snake. I never saw or heard of that snake again.

Something else that my brothers would tease me about, was James

Durrett. James was alot younger than I was and I was so timid. I was afraid of my own

shadow. I had said something about James one time and they all started saying,

"Mattie says Buster has big ears!" Buster is what we called James, I never said that

about Buster, but he did have big ears.

Our little school house had a great big wood stove that kept it warm in the

winter. A teacher would come in or a girl, and we would all go to school. I waded in

snow three feet deep getting to school and then again getting back home many a days.

There was about 30 of us kids that attended school there when we were able. Some of

them were of course us Fletchers, the Durrett kids, The Lopez kids, The Oatney kids,

and The Bailey kids. There were more that I can not remember. I've had teachers to tell

people that I was one of the girls that never cried. We always played with the boys, and

when I got hurt, I never cried. If I did cry, my brothers would of had a fit.

I got a whipping at school one time when I stood up with my brothers. Son

and clyde were in trouble for doing something to the teacher. They put something in

her desk that she did not like. So I stood up and told the teacher that I was right there

with them, and I was just as guilty as they were. The teacher made the boys go get the

switches. Son and Clyde both said, " Were not going to cry, Mattie, and don't you cry

either!" She did not hit me very hard, but she did switch me. I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

My brothers told me not too, they didn't cry, so I didn't either.

At home, Momma blistered our back ends with a board. I never did get

very many whippings. My dad never hit me a lick in all my life that I can remember. He

said I never needed a whipping. He whipped the rest of them tho. When momma told

you to do something, you had better get to doing it. When Son was little, momma was

going to give him a whipping. I don't remember what he had done. She started to whip

him and he ran away. He took off down the hill and he was gone for quite some time.

When he thought momma had forgot about wanting to whip him, he come home. When

he got into the house, momma never said a word to him. She got ahold of him and she

wore his britches out, he never run from her again when he was in trouble. Son when

he was little he cried about everything. Momma would tell him when he started to cry,

"You go to the barn, if you are gonna cry, you go to the barn!" As he got older, when he

started to cry, he would pull his britches up and head out to the barn. Momma never

had to say a word

On Saturday night my father wanted us all home. We couldn't stay the

night anywhere. He us all home on Sunday mornings, I suppose to make sure we was

in church. Then the same thing for Sunday night, he wanted us all home on Monday


A Peacher had come by one time and made a talk on sunday morning. He

was telling us about when boys were away from home. Son had been away for awhile.

He got mad one day and left, he had just gotten back home. The Preacher said, "That

boy right there, when he's gone away from home. He'll get down in the dumps and

think about his dad!" Son said under his breath so the Preacher would not hear him,

"When I'm away from home, I don't think about my dad, I think about my momma!"

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