Ada came to Oregon from Michigan in 1908 with her parents and siblings, she married Andrew Redifer in Roseburg, Oregon July 13, 1913. They moved to Curtin in 1945-1947 after living a time in Drain and Coquille . Ada and Andrew ran their farm in Curtin until 1962 and then moved to Cottage Grove.
I remember grandmother canning tomatoes and the pressure cooker blew up, hot tomatoes covered her from head to foot, she calmly put fresh lemon juice all over herself and never had any scars from the mishap. I always remember her being so stoic in tough times, she never complained and was always there to help anyone . You could never enter her home without being sat at the kitchen table and fed all that wonderful food.
I used to sneak into the pantry and cut little slices of pie off, "hoping no one would notice the pie slowly getting smaller and smaller " it was so good! Grandma made jam one time and cooked the frozen jam recipe by mistake,( it was only to be warmed till the sugar melted ) when you stuck the spoon in the jam you had to tug to get it out, it would leave a long string of jam from the jar to the spoon, it was really good tasting though and we all laughed every time we ate it, although impossible to spread on toast, but we had great fun eating it.
There was a feather mattress in the attic, also gunny sacks full of dried prunes, warm in the summer time and just right for eating all you wanted and falling asleep on the soft mattress. Grandpa built a fruit cellar and it always had mostly apples and some pears, they always tasted better back then.
Grandma canned spring and summer, the pantry was always full, jars of every kind of fruit and veggies you could ever want, the green beans were canned with bacon, tomato juice and peaches were my favorites , they also canned venison, I find it hard to recall a time when they weren't cooking and canning.
My grandmother didn't speak very often about the two children that she had lost. I'm sure it pained her to talk about them. A baby boy Ralph, from her first marriage, lost before he had a chance to become a young man, and her beloved little Naldi Joyce, I can still remember the pain in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she spoke of Naldi Joyce.I never heard her speak of baby Ralph, not once.
Her brother Lloyd later named a son Ralph in memory of her baby boy.
Grandma was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother, she taught me many things for which I thank her.I love and miss you grandma.
By JMB
I remember grandmother canning tomatoes and the pressure cooker blew up, hot tomatoes covered her from head to foot, she calmly put fresh lemon juice all over herself and never had any scars from the mishap. I always remember her being so stoic in tough times, she never complained and was always there to help anyone . You could never enter her home without being sat at the kitchen table and fed all that wonderful food.
I used to sneak into the pantry and cut little slices of pie off, "hoping no one would notice the pie slowly getting smaller and smaller " it was so good! Grandma made jam one time and cooked the frozen jam recipe by mistake,( it was only to be warmed till the sugar melted ) when you stuck the spoon in the jam you had to tug to get it out, it would leave a long string of jam from the jar to the spoon, it was really good tasting though and we all laughed every time we ate it, although impossible to spread on toast, but we had great fun eating it.
There was a feather mattress in the attic, also gunny sacks full of dried prunes, warm in the summer time and just right for eating all you wanted and falling asleep on the soft mattress. Grandpa built a fruit cellar and it always had mostly apples and some pears, they always tasted better back then.
Grandma canned spring and summer, the pantry was always full, jars of every kind of fruit and veggies you could ever want, the green beans were canned with bacon, tomato juice and peaches were my favorites , they also canned venison, I find it hard to recall a time when they weren't cooking and canning.
My grandmother didn't speak very often about the two children that she had lost. I'm sure it pained her to talk about them. A baby boy Ralph, from her first marriage, lost before he had a chance to become a young man, and her beloved little Naldi Joyce, I can still remember the pain in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she spoke of Naldi Joyce.I never heard her speak of baby Ralph, not once.
Her brother Lloyd later named a son Ralph in memory of her baby boy.
Grandma was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother, she taught me many things for which I thank her.I love and miss you grandma.
By JMB
Ada came to Oregon from Michigan in 1908 with her parents and siblings, she married Andrew Redifer in Roseburg, Oregon July 13, 1913. They moved to Curtin in 1945-1947 after living a time in Drain and Coquille . Ada and Andrew ran their farm in Curtin until 1962 and then moved to Cottage Grove.
I remember grandmother canning tomatoes and the pressure cooker blew up, hot tomatoes covered her from head to foot, she calmly put fresh lemon juice all over herself and never had any scars from the mishap. I always remember her being so stoic in tough times, she never complained and was always there to help anyone . You could never enter her home without being sat at the kitchen table and fed all that wonderful food.
I used to sneak into the pantry and cut little slices of pie off, "hoping no one would notice the pie slowly getting smaller and smaller " it was so good! Grandma made jam one time and cooked the frozen jam recipe by mistake,( it was only to be warmed till the sugar melted ) when you stuck the spoon in the jam you had to tug to get it out, it would leave a long string of jam from the jar to the spoon, it was really good tasting though and we all laughed every time we ate it, although impossible to spread on toast, but we had great fun eating it.
There was a feather mattress in the attic, also gunny sacks full of dried prunes, warm in the summer time and just right for eating all you wanted and falling asleep on the soft mattress. Grandpa built a fruit cellar and it always had mostly apples and some pears, they always tasted better back then.
Grandma canned spring and summer, the pantry was always full, jars of every kind of fruit and veggies you could ever want, the green beans were canned with bacon, tomato juice and peaches were my favorites , they also canned venison, I find it hard to recall a time when they weren't cooking and canning.
My grandmother didn't speak very often about the two children that she had lost. I'm sure it pained her to talk about them. A baby boy Ralph, from her first marriage, lost before he had a chance to become a young man, and her beloved little Naldi Joyce, I can still remember the pain in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she spoke of Naldi Joyce.I never heard her speak of baby Ralph, not once.
Her brother Lloyd later named a son Ralph in memory of her baby boy.
Grandma was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother, she taught me many things for which I thank her.I love and miss you grandma.
By JMB
I remember grandmother canning tomatoes and the pressure cooker blew up, hot tomatoes covered her from head to foot, she calmly put fresh lemon juice all over herself and never had any scars from the mishap. I always remember her being so stoic in tough times, she never complained and was always there to help anyone . You could never enter her home without being sat at the kitchen table and fed all that wonderful food.
I used to sneak into the pantry and cut little slices of pie off, "hoping no one would notice the pie slowly getting smaller and smaller " it was so good! Grandma made jam one time and cooked the frozen jam recipe by mistake,( it was only to be warmed till the sugar melted ) when you stuck the spoon in the jam you had to tug to get it out, it would leave a long string of jam from the jar to the spoon, it was really good tasting though and we all laughed every time we ate it, although impossible to spread on toast, but we had great fun eating it.
There was a feather mattress in the attic, also gunny sacks full of dried prunes, warm in the summer time and just right for eating all you wanted and falling asleep on the soft mattress. Grandpa built a fruit cellar and it always had mostly apples and some pears, they always tasted better back then.
Grandma canned spring and summer, the pantry was always full, jars of every kind of fruit and veggies you could ever want, the green beans were canned with bacon, tomato juice and peaches were my favorites , they also canned venison, I find it hard to recall a time when they weren't cooking and canning.
My grandmother didn't speak very often about the two children that she had lost. I'm sure it pained her to talk about them. A baby boy Ralph, from her first marriage, lost before he had a chance to become a young man, and her beloved little Naldi Joyce, I can still remember the pain in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she spoke of Naldi Joyce.I never heard her speak of baby Ralph, not once.
Her brother Lloyd later named a son Ralph in memory of her baby boy.
Grandma was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother, she taught me many things for which I thank her.I love and miss you grandma.
By JMB
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