The Sequential History of How Tanglewood Came To Be – Part Eleven

The Sequential History of How Tanglewood Came To Be – Part Eleven

The old farrow cow stil gave enough milk to cream our Red Root tea. This was our fair until our first deep snow fell. Just then came the sad disappointment. The long expected $800 payment that was due on the old farm that we sold back in the old Buckeye state was all lost in a law suit we had in court back there. Only about one bushel of soft corn left to work on. So Bro David just lit right out with the gun and sold it for a low price and bought corn. And in about three weeks we traded a dry cow for corn. I suppose it is not necessary for me to say that by this time we were gladly willing to come to corn bread and Red Root tea with a faint supply of pork to mix in occasionly. This was our full fair during the winter of 1853. An other $800 came due on the old Ohio homestead that we had sold before coming west. We got that alright. And we very soon had two yoke of oxen with covered wagon on the way to Muscatine for a supply of provisions. In about ten days the old ox wagon rolled up with 20 hundred (sic) lbs of flower, 376 lbs dried apples, one keg of sugar, one keg of molasses. One sack of coffee and I’m sorry to say we had to have a keg of tobacco. But I’m glad to say that I have long since quit the practice. So ended our hard times. Red Root tea and corn bread went by the board. I just thought I never would get tired of wheat bread and good store coffee.

Now I want to just say that we were all cheerful and happy through it all. It looks worse to me now when I look back over that event than it did when we were in the midst of it. My mother always cheered us up by saying when we had hard fair the Lord gave us a good appetite. I want to say with respect to my mother, while she was blind or nearly so, she was always cheerful and happy and somehow she always inspired the whole family with the same spirit.,

Experience of R. J. Laughlin (Robert John)


This is the end of Robert’s Journal, and the end of Robert. There is more to the Tanglewood story and my Great Grandfather, David William– the American Civil War, time spent at recovering from a gunshot wound at Jefferson Barracks, and then venture into No-Man’s Land, the area where the Border War Occurred in unison with the Civil war. The following chapters will require more research, and more time.