Memories from the Birthplace House #1
The following passage comes from MEMORANDA: Being a Statement by an Engineer, Theodore J. Hoover, 1939
Another place we were all fond of visiting in the summertime was the Cedar River. It was the nicest plan to take one of my mother’s excellent lunches in baskets, and get some well-beloved family of neighbors or relatives to go the same day. My father was very fond of this diversion, and I have in mind fragmental memories of at least three such excursions. I remember my sister May was present once and on two occasions my brother was there. His memory of one occasion should persist very clearly. We had stopped for lunch in the edge of the natural forest which borders the river on each side for perhaps a mile, and we were all seated around the cloth, which was spread on green grass. My small brother wandered off to conduct researches which were of interest to him; whether he found what he was looking for I know not, but a nest of blue and yellow hornets found him, and they planted a stinger or two in the top of his fuzzy head. He was soon suffering from a complaint which he gets occasionally even now, like everyone else, but on this occasion he was vastly interested in the remedy my father applied, which was a large handful of soft yellow clay; and I remember as if it were yesterday a tear-stained, fuzzy-headed, little boy sleeping peacefully after a period of great emotion, with a large pyramid of mud drying in his hair. This happened within a hundred feet of an old abandoned mine prospect hole, said in those days to have been a silver mine, so that this was the initial grief connected with a mining proposition. Father showed me the silver mine, and held me so that I could look to the bottom, and I satisfied myself by inspection of the fundamental principle that a mine is a hole in the ground; it was some years later that I learned that all holes in the ground are not necessarily mines. So we went onto the river, where Uncle Benijah and Cousin George had preceded us the day before and had caught several of the beautiful, speckled, river catfish of those streams, and of which they had an ample supply for our dinner.