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<DIV>I surely miss those times Walt We had some fun in our family too, tho mom
was not one to go to camp outs in those days, but we did go to some woodsman
camps where the guys and families had fun in the summer, around the 1950's I was
too young to remember the details, but I remember we had fun with food , music
and stories.</DIV>
<DIV> I was at one house raising where the men pre built all
the walls ant pulled them up with ropes, I remember one was the wrong size and
they let it back down to make changes, every one made an * awwww* in a manor
that made the builders laugh so hard they almost dropped it.</DIV>
<DIV>Dan M = from Medford</DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
title=or-roots@sosinet.sos.state.or.us
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, November 23, 2004 12:14
PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> [or-roots] Joab Powell ( from
Aunt charlotte's book)</DIV>
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<DIV>Joab Powell was at that Camp Meeting. He thought himself quite a singer,
maybe he was. I thought so anyway. He had a big, big voice that fairly made
the woods echo. One of his favorite songs was "I yield, I yield, I can hold
out no more to the pleadings of Mercy etc." He sang through his nose and I
thought he said: "ienal, ienal," etc. and I could not find out what it meant.
He sang another that went something like this: "Escape for life, with horror
then my vitals froze." I thought he said: "Scrape for life, with horror then
my victuap forze." I sang it with him as loudly as I could till Mother heard
me and made me stop.I remember going to one Camp Meeting. Uncle Abram Garrison
was the preacher. In those days, preachers were nearly always very poor, few
of them had even a home, though land was to be had for the staking of it, and
material for a cabin grew on the land, itself. Everybody was willing and glad
to come to a "house raising" and there would be a home quite as good as anyone
else had. But most of the preachers traveled about from settlement to
settlement and stayed wherever night overtook them. That was not true of Uncle
Abram, he was a farmer and an unusually thrifty one.</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"><B>Walt
Davies<BR>Cooper Hollow Farm<BR>Monmouth, OR 97361<BR>503 623-0460
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