The Adventures of the Woman Homesteader by Susanne George Bloomfield

Author:Susanne George Bloomfield [George, Susanne K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-8032-7399-3
Publisher: Nebraska
Published: 2014-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Elinore continued her vigorous activities, gardening, milking, and helping with the ranch work, until she had a serious accident in the fall of 1927. For nearly six months, she could hardly raise herself out of bed; she never fully recovered from her injuries. She unburdened herself to Mrs. Coney’s daughter, perhaps the only person to whom she wrote as herself, not as The Woman Homesteader, and the one friend to whom she revealed the truth of her life.

Oct. 17, 1927

Burntfork, Wyo.

Dear Florence E. Allen.

Your letter is kind of late getting started to you this year and is going to be a regular bore now that it is started. This one must be so personal, tedious and trivial.

But it will be the last of that kind and I am sorry to have to unload all my troubles on your frail shoulders. I have worried you. I know that and I am sorry. Thanks to you, we now think we will not go under, but before we go into all that I want to set your mind at rest about my self and the accident.

I had gone out with a team and a mower to cut some alfalfa for the hogs. I had driven the horses all summer, done all the mowing all through haying. Having no fear, I was perhaps careless. Anyway, I was driving leisurely along looking out for the tallest second cutting so as not to have to waste time with short hay.

Suddenly an owl flew up from almost under the horses and struck against the head of one of them. They leaped forward and struck a small ditch with such violence that I was thrown from the seat, I held the lines, ofcourse, and my fall jerked them so that the horses backed the mower over me.

They were thoroughly frightened but they turned in the way they should have had they been mowing but that brought the eight hundred pound mower back over me and one of the horses stepped on me. I had to let go the lines and was having great concern to stay off the knife. As soon as the horses found the lines free they ran to the house where Clyde was just starting out with the binder to cut grain. Clyde and Jerrine came out to the field and some way got me home and in bed.

Then followed ten days of entense mysery—(that word don’t look right!) I was unable to help my self at all. I knew that wouldn’t do, Jerrine must go on to school and to her brothers who had gone on before that. I was so uncomfortable in bed too, I could only lie on my back, so one morning I caught the bars of the head of the bed and so managed to get up. I was in less pain by getting up and by sitting frequently and by sleeping in a rocker I was able to get Jerrine to go.

After she was safely away we had the real examination.

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