We are Cold Springs Rancheria

My memories growing up in Cold Springs during the 50s and 60s. It was a beautiful time now that I can look back with grown up eyes. Going to church on Sundays played a big part in our lives. Mr. and Mrs. Williams were our Sunday school teachers. They came up with miss Tucker and Mrs. Johnson who were our missionary for many years, after church we would head to our swimming hole at sycamore creek which had water most of the time. Sometimes we would help Grandma Mary make her acorn biscuits down the creek we would take a can of corn beef or tuna or some kind of canned meat to eat with our acorn. Grandma would take a few of her large tortillas wrapped around some beans and chow down. On the way home we could hear our uncles and relatives playing some kind of game, whatever was in season. Mostly basketball. Grandma Mary had 12 children so you could hear them a mile away. We made a lot of noise. They also would play different card games now going by the old place it’s all quiet just memories left there. I would look over by franks house next door where the old bull pine once stood giving us a lot of pine nuts and shade, we would make sourberry juice with our pounding rocks also the pinenuts went into the homemade candy we would make and throw peanuts into it. Yum Yum!!  (continued….)

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The old pinenut tree is gone now, torn down to make room for the new houses they built. Time went on, the war broke out, everyone went to school or started their new family. One Memory always gets my heart. It was the time Elvis was the rage. “Nothing but a Hound Dog.” It was popular. Our uncles wanted us to teach them how to Bogie-Wogie or swing. They would practice on grandma’s new linoleum floor, which we left a worn-out spot by the stove. When they went off to war we would look over at the spot and smile remembering them dancing to “Hound Dog” Grandma would smile too. Always coming over the hill in springtime was like Gods little acre of beautiful wildflowers. Spots of redbud here and there knowing that one of our people would make beautiful baskets out of them. It was always a good feeling to come home. Couldn’t wait to drive in your driveway to see your family waiting or you at the end of the road sure miss them days. So may “God” be with our little community keep it safe for all our generations to come. I have 19 granddaughters and 17 grandsons. The kids call me Granny Goose.