Washday At Cliffside

      

Great-Grandma Cram (Nancy Garner) was small in stature.  She wore long dresses and bound her hair in a tight bun.  Though she worked hard managing things at the big, seventeen room house by the river, she didn’t toil the way some pioneer women in the valley did, for the Crams had servants.  Fong was the Chinese cook, and an Indian woman from the Serrano tribe in the foothills came to help with the washing, which was heavy work in those days.  
            The house was located near the banks of the Santa Ana, which changed course in the flood of 1882, and moved farther to the south.  But in the early days, the river ran right in front of the house, and it ran all year.  My Grandfather said it was six feet deep when he was a boy, and the cottonwood trees overhung the water and made shade along the banks where the seven boys and one girl fished and swam.

The Baptism

When my grandfather was a young man, before he decided to follow his father’s lead and grow oranges, he took his wife, Kitty, and his children, Fred and Bess, to the desert to mine for gold.  They lived in a tent in a mountainous area near the present Palm Springs until my father was eight years old and my grandmother insisted that it was time for him to attend regular school.

When they moved back to Highland, the minister of the Congregational Church, a Reverend Hartshorn, reminded Kitty that young Fred had never been baptized.  He added that it was a serious offense to neglect securing your child’s place in heaven.

Mama was a Lady!

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