|Birth: ||Nov. 27, 1889|
|Death: ||Jan., 1954|
From Kansas in 1895 my grandmother traveled with her family on the last covered wagon train to Oregon City in the Northern part of Oregon. She was five and walked much of the way as there were six children in the family, everyone had to take turns walking. When it was her turn to ride her brother Andrew was driving, he spotted a bird and shot it for food, the bird landed right in my grandmother's lap,and as a young child I'm sure this really scared her.
After she and grandpa Craig married they lived on the family homestead just north of Drain Oregon. Farming was not easy in those days,but they managed. I remember Grandma during canning season, putting every thing into jars, peas, carrots, corn, beans, pears, apples, berries, rhubarb and so many other fruits and veggies that would taste good over the long winters.
I remember picking black walnuts, we had black hands for days afterwards until the stain wore off.
Grandma was a very stern and religious woman, she believed that there was only one way to do things,that was " the right way".
She would have my brother Dale and I churn the cream into butter, and some days it was a lot of fun and we would argue over who got to run the churn that day, and other times we would argue over who had to do the job.
My grandparents lived just across the road from the railroad track and there were often homeless men who came to the house for food. Grandma had chores for them to do before they could get a meal, but she never turned anyone away. There was always wood to be cut and stacked, or work in the barn to be done.
When my brother Dale and I were small we spent each weekend with our grandparents. Grandma always prepared macaroni and cheese for dinner on Saturday evening. To this day, I'm not sure if I like it or not.
One day Dale and I were by the pasture where the bull was kept and although we were not teasing it , we were scaring ourselves by saying it was going to get up and charge us. Will it did get up, not sure it charged us because we were running away so fast, I tore my thigh on a barb wire fence, and grandma immediately cleaned it and put a soothing salve on the injury, I now sport a scar from it. We never went near the bull again.
Both my grandparents were very active in the Methodist church and it was the center of our recreation. Grandma served with the Lady's Aid Society, helping people as needed.She also served with the Women's Society of Christian Service, which helped with local as well as foreign aid. Our grandmother never sat quietly, she was always sewing or crocheting and creating beautiful doilies and tablecloths.
She had serious heart and blood pressure problems , she was unable to have salt on any of her food.
She prepared grandpa's breakfast and while waiting for him to finish shaving she sat in her favorite rocker and crocheted , he found her there, she was only 65 years old. We all knew she was ill, however we never expected her to leave us so soon.
Contributed by Doris Craig Rhodes "Granddaughter"
Jacob Haldeman Redifer (1843 - 1930)
Lydia Emaline Tedlock Redifer (1849 - 1925)
Floyd Oscar Craig (1889 - 1962)
Floyd Odell Craig (1918 - 2010)*
Elbridge Walson Redifer (1872 - 1963)*
Robert Luther Redifer (1877 - 1952)*
Andrew Chilton Redifer (1880 - 1974)*
Ira Vernon Redifer (1882 - 1969)*
Flora May Redifer Sumner (1886 - 1972)*
Virgia Alice Redifer Craig (1889 - 1954)
Note: It's called the Old Drain Cemetery off Old Highway 99 going North out of Drain.
Created by: Juliane Montgomery Burba...
Record added: Jul 08, 2010
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