When I was about ten, Dad sent me from the barn to the house to get the dog. Some stray cattle and a bull had wandered in and Whuskey would chase them away.
I was running down the hill with the dog, and I tripped and fell. My shoulder hit on a rock, and it became dislocated. So PAINFUL!
We were fifty miles from a doctor at Williams Lake, and short of money, for gas and to pay the doctor. Eventually dad was able to put my shoulder “in””. The vertebrae in the back of my neck never did get back where they belonged, causing considerable pain through the years.
When we lived in Beaver Valley, we didn’t have any radio, nor electricity. We used “Coal oil” lamps (Kerocene) and sometimes the Coleman lamp that used mantles… It burned much brighter, but was only used at special times as it cost more to burn.
I loved being around horses, and always wanted to take a ride on one of the work horses. One day Clendon unhitched the team at the woodpile in the back yard. The house sat up on a little hill. The Beaver Valley road to Horsefly went past the front, at the bottom of the little hill. There was a road up to the house on one side, and it carried on back down on the other side., rejoining the “main” road down near the barn.
Of course I wanted to ride to the barn, even though they just had harnesses on. Clendon rode Dick and I was on Baldy. Clen gave me a bit of an extra ride by circling the house before going to the barn. As we came back up to the yard he had to duck under the clothes line that was hanging loosely. He tossed it over my horse’s head, but I wasn’t quick enough, and it swept me right off of Baldy’s back, down over his rear end… I was so embarrassed, but I got back on and completed the ride. I got teased a lot about that!