Today’s weather forecast for my “neck of the woods” if for the possibilities of rain and perhaps the threat of severe storms. Ho hum, that has been the forecast for the last several months. We are ahead of the average monthly rainfall for May by 2 inches with a week to go. We are ahead of the year to date average by 13 inches. I am guessing that those figures are pretty much the norm for most of the Eastern U.S. and the Mississippi Valley. Even with all of that rain, we have not had flooding problems where I live. It seems that our rainfall has been at steady rates over a period of time which permits time for runoff at a slow rate, rather than all at once. We do lift up in prayer those who are suffering the loss of homes and lives of loved ones up and down the Mississippi Valley. We especially lift up those folks who are suffering due to the huge outbreak of tornadic activity in the west, mid-west, and the south-east. I am sure there are those that will read this that have been affected and we offer special prayers on your behalf.
As mentioned in past posts, I grew up on a farm in the rural community of Queens Creek. I don’t remember as a child of hearing about tornadoes in our area or areas even close to us. Perhaps they did and those were not important enough news events to keep our attention. I do remember an Uncle that grew up on a wheat farm in Kansas and he would tell us stories about the tornadoes that occurred there. One story that remains in my memory of his talking about the tornado driving wheat straws into tree trunks with such force that they could not be extracted without breaking the straw. I had difficulty imagining that as a child but today I am sure it did happen.
I am assuming that everyone know what a foot log is or was. If not, it was a log that was placed across a creek to permit ones crossing that creek at times of high water without danger of drowning or getting very wet. I looked up the term “foot log” in that great provider of information, Google and Yahoo. The only definition given was that it was a dimensioned timber, so they apparently had never heard of it. Maybe it was a term only used on Queens Creek, and if so it is really nice to have something to claim as an exclusive. The foot log was generally a log with one side hewn flat that permitted a narrow space to walk on while crossing a creek. Some were two logs laid side by side with some short boards nailed across that provided a more expansive area for walking. Some had hand rails attached and others did not which made for a fine balancing act while crossing a raging stream.
Queens Creek was a small stream of about 3 miles length, which had its headwaters in the Eli Workman property area, that provided drainage for the surrounding hills and fields of the farm land situated there. It was a pretty docile stream that contained no water holes to deeps to safely walk through. It was fed by many small dry weather creeks coming out of the hollows or “hollers” as we called them back then. I mentioned it as being docile but let an inch or two of rain fall over a short period of time and it became a raging deluge and “KATIE , BAR THE DOOR”, there went the foot logs. Now, with the foot logs gone, obviously one couldn’t cross the creek, therefore, that meant no school. To say that we, as children, enjoyed that would be an understatement. Sometimes though, our parents would hitch up a horse and ferry us across and our hopes of a vacation would be dashed. It was great fun making paper boats, small wooden boats made from a flat piece of wood, crafting something from the pith in a cornstalk or a corncob, and launching it into the torrent never to be seen again. You might crew it with a bug or some other small creature you had picked from the ground, all the time wishing you could be in its place on the small craft.
If the creek crossed the road near your property, it seemed that it was your turn to replace the foot log when it disappeared in the flood. I only remember there being on bridge on Queens Creek and it was located at the intersection of our farm and the Walter Boys property. It seemed so high and it was such a measure of you bravery and development when you finally “did the deed” and jumped off of it into the sand and gravel bar that was under the bridge. It seemed so high at the time, but in reality was probably no more that six feet.
There were a few culverts, a pipe buried beneath the road to allow for the passage of a small stream without disrupting traffic in times of wet weather. These would usually would get stopped up from leaves, limbs, and other debris and the water would overflow the road anyway.
Some of the larger streams and communities would have swinging bridges to cross their streams. Not such a luxury for us. I am sure that it was impossible to find timber long enough to cross these streams thereby the need for the suspension walkways. This mode of stream crossing is still popular throughout the rural areas of Appalachia. I do recall it being quite fun as a child to trap a couple of girls in the middle of a swinging bridge and begin to jump up and down on it. It would do some pretty violent movements and illicit shrill screaming on the part of the girls. I remember that after moving to Kentucky, I had an occasion to cross an automobile swinging bridge deep in Eastern Kentucky. It was brought about by my taking a short cut to another area and when I came upon the swinging bridge it was simply to late to turn and go back another way. If you ever thought foot bridges were fun, try an oversized on in an automobile.
I mentioned motorcycles in the title of this post and you might wonder what connection it has to the rest. Not much, actually. I do remember seeing a motorcycle only once while growing up on “the creek”. That happened when a couple of guys came up the creek to visit some girls. Due to the rutted and uneven condition of the road, it would have been necessary to have literally walked the bike. For you who rides motorcycles, walking a bike means that you simply put both feet down and travel a few feet at a time, all of the while maneuvering to keep the machine upright and avoiding objects. It can really be tiring. The same thing happens when riding in heavy traffic that is stop and go in which movement is a few feet and then stopping. It gets very tiring and on a hot day really uncomfortable. I don’t remember the young men ever coming back.
Early on in this post I used the term, “Katie, bar the door.” I have heard it used all of my life and you probably have also without giving it any thought. It simply means, “look out, something is going to happen and it probably ain’t good” . I decided to look up the origins of the saying and went again to the all-wise Google and Yahoo. There seems to be no agreement on where or how it originated but it seems to be widely used in the south and in Appalachia. I am including below some of the things that I liked and perhaps you will also. To wit:
This phrase is little used outside the USA. It may or may not have originated there. The first known use in print of Katy bar the door with the meaning of ‘trouble is in store‘ is in James Whitcomb Riley’s poem When Lide Married Him, 1894:
When Lide married him – w’y, she had to jes dee-fy
The whole poppilation! – But she never bat’ an eye!
Her parents begged, and threatened – she must give him up – that he
Wuz jes “a common drunkard!” – And he wuz, appearantly.
Swore they’d chase him off the place
Ef he ever showed his face
Long after she’d eloped with him and married him fer shore!
When Lide married him, it wuz “Katy, bar the door!”
Riley’s work can’t be the origin of the expression though as his readers would have had to have been familiar with it in order to make sense of the poem.
One suggestion as to the origin of the phrase is that it comes from the traditional Scottish folk-song ‘Get Up and Bar the Door‘. This was published by the Scottish song collector and editor David Herd, in his collection Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, etc., 1776. The basis of the song is the stubbornness of a husband and wife who disagree about who should lock the door to their house and make a pact that whoever speaks first should do it, thereby allowing ‘two gentlemen’ to enter the house uninvited:
It fell about the Martinmas time,
And a gay time it was then,
When our good wife got puddings to make,
And she’s boild them in the pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north,
And blew into the floor;
Quoth our goodman to our goodwife,
“Gae out and bar the door.”
Then by there came two gentlemen,
At twelve o’clock at night,
And they could neither see house nor hall,
Nor coal nor candle-light.
“Now whether is this a rich man’s house,
Or whether is it a poor?”
But neer a word wad ane o them speak,
For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black;
Tho muckle thought the goodwife to hersel,
Yet neer a word she spake.
Then said the one unto the other,
“Here, man, tak ye my knife;
Do ye tak aff the auld man’s beard,
And I’ll kiss the goodwife.”
“But there’s nae water in the house,
And what shall we do than?”
“What ails thee at the pudding-broo,
That boils into the pan?”
O up then started our goodman,
An angry man was he:
“Will ye kiss my wife before my een,
And scad me wi pudding-bree?”
Then up and started our goodwife,
Gied three skips on the floor:
“Goodman, you’ve spoken the foremost word,
Get up and bar the door.”
The points against this being the phrase’s origin are that it doesn’t mention Katy and it isn’t American, although the latter point could be explained by the emigration of many Scots to the USA. It does, however, correspond with the meaning of the phrase, i.e. it links the failure to bar the door with impending trouble.
Another suggestion is that the phrase originates with the story of Catherine Douglas and her attempt to save the Scottish King James I. He was attacked by discontented subjects in Perth in 1437. The room he was in had a door with a missing locking bar. The story goes that Catherine Douglas tries to save him by barring the door with her arm. Her her arm was broken and the mob murdered the King. The ‘lass that barred the door‘ – Catherine Douglas, was henceforth known as Catherine Barlass. The story, although in it is the full Sir Walter Scott romantic history style, is quite well documented from contemporary records and the descendants of Catherine Douglas still use the Barlass name.
The event was commemorated in Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s poem The King’s Tragedy, 1881. The full poem is 173 stanzas, but this selection shows the possible links with Katy bar the door:
Then the Queen cried, “Catherine, keep the door,
And I to this will suffice!”
At her word I rose all dazed to my feet,
And my heart was fire and ice.
…
Like iron felt my arm, as through
The staple I made it pass:-
Alack! it was flesh and bone – no more! 570
‘Twas Catherine Douglas sprang to the door,
But I fell back Kate Barlass.
Which, if either, of the above explanations is correct is uncertain. The Kate Barlass story appears to have the stronger claim.
Finally, referring back to motorcycles. I am leaving tomorrow on a motorcycle trip to upstate WV to do a few days of regional riding, picture-taking, eating, and just plain relaxing. Upon returning on Tuesday, May 31st. I plan to travel to Tolsia High School to present the FGHS Memorial Scholarship to a lucky young graduating student. In that we keep this as a surprise the name will not be revealed until after the award is made. The Tolsia HS awards is a pleasant event to attend. If you are in the area, the affair begins at 12 noon on Tuesday, May 31 in the gym of the high school . You would be most welcome and I think you would find it rewarding to view the group toward which our scholarship efforts are directed.
TO ALL, HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND. PRAYERS FOR TRAVEL MERCIES FOR THOSE WHO ARE OR WILL BE ON THE ROAD…..ABOVE ALL, PRAY FOR OUR BRAVE SOLDIERS, SAILORS, MARINES, AND AIRMEN WHO ARE LAYING THEIR LIVES ON THE LINE EACH DAY TO PROTECT OUR FREEDOM. ESPECIALLY PRAY FOR THE FAMILYS WHOSE LOVED ONES HAVE MADE THE SUPREME SACRIFICE, NOT JUST IN THIS CURRENT CONFLICT, BUT IN ALL OF THE CONFLICTS THAT OCCURRED IN THE CAUSE OF FREEDOM.
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