it begins
One night about midnight (April 24, 1904) a little blue-eyed tow headed girl was born to Charles Milton Steele and Harriet Virginia (Hattie) Robert. The night a weasel got into the chicken coop and ate all mothers’ little chickens up. This was in a two-room adobe house in Kirtland, New Mexico on the 24 of April. And as you read this book you will find disaster followed me where ever I went and it began with the poor little chickens.
will relate the memories of my childhood on the San Juan River, as I remember them, but not in order because I don't remember them that way. My earliest memories are riding back and forth in a wagon bed on some straw. Papa always got up before daybreak to get ahead of the heat to go down on the San Juan River on a homestead and build a rock house.nearly trampled
"Kate, I am going to put Charlie in the front yard and I want you to watch him. I will put him in this horse collar," mother said. As I was sitting there watching him, the dogs took a calf and low and behold here came the dog toward me and Charlie and the cow right after him. I run, the cow jumped over Charlie and mama come a running. "Kate, I told you to watch that baby." Well, she picked up the crying baby. Papa called the dogs back and every thing settled down.
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