western US – Novel PASTimes

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Interviewer: We’re here today with Naomi Wolff, whose exciting western American life was full of twists and turns, especially during the Depression. Naomi, what would you like us to know about yourself?

Naomi: Omigosh. My life exciting? I hardly think so! I just did whatever had to be done, puttin’ one foot in front of the other. I was born in Kansas, lived on farms a lot, except when I was livin’ in Ogden with my husband and family for… lessee, about eighteen years. I have been a mother most of my life. So most folks know how that sure takes up your time. It’s not like you get to do much else.

I: To start with, then, how did you meet your husband and what was it like marrying him?

N: I met Frank at a dance in Kansas City. If me and my family went anywhere at all, off the farm, we went to the little bitty town of Turner to buy feed and supplies, or we went to Kansas City for a day sometimes. Now, Frank was not really much of a dancer, but I think he went to these dances to see if he could meet a pretty girl! And I guess that’s what he did.

I: I can see you’ve always had a pretty face.

N: Well, I never had much time to fuss about my appearance. But Frank told me I had a nice face and I heard that from other people. It’s probably on the verge of sinful to brag, so I won’t say any more about that. Frank courted me a bit and then asked me to marry him pretty early on. He was handsome and had a good job with the railroad, so I thought, this is prob’ly as good as I’m gonna get around here and I said yes. I was eighteen and we married in early 1908. I think I loved him and I thought he loved me too.

Now, Frank was a little different once we got married. We were always amorous, if you know what I mean, when he come home from the rails. But he could be… whaddaya call it? Stern, I think. And given he was bringin’ home the bacon, he expected things a certain way… he wanted the kids quiet and his dinner at 6:00. I knew that was my job so I did things how he liked. Mostly.

I: How many children did you have?

N: Ha! A whole lot of ‘em. I had my firstborn, Frances (she was named after her daddy; his name was Frank Joseph and we named her Frances Josephine)… Frances was born in November, 1908. And after that, I had eleven more, plus stillborn twins. That was a sad month for us. And then later on another one after those twelve; she was a surprise.

I: How did you manage a houseful like that?

N: Oh, I knew how to stretch a dollar real far. Plus we grew vegetables and berries… But with that many kids sometimes you gotta use a yardstick on ‘em, else they run roughshod. I never liked doin’ that but you got to. And Frances started helping me early on, as soon as she could fold a diaper or wash a dish. Anita was next, so I was lucky to have girls as my two oldest so they could help with the housework, the cooking, and taking care of the kids who were younger. Frances, I think she resented it a little…

I: How was your relationship with your children?

N: My relationship? I’m not sure what you mean. Did I love them? Of course I did! If you mean did we get along or were we close… well, Frances was her daddy’s girl. He was real attached to her. And since I was the one left home alone, I was the one who had to teach her right from wrong and tell her no. It wasn’t easy for me to see Frank pay more attention to Frances, either. But Anita and I, we were close. She didn’t always get along with her dad and she and Frances, bein’ so close in age, only a year apart, they butt heads a lot too.

My other kids… well, sometimes they maybe didn’t get enough attention. I loved ‘em so much, but things happened in the middle of my life that not everybody understood. So there came a time when I think some of the kids didn’t like me too much. But their dad was no saint. Lot of things he did, not all of ‘em knew about. He was gone so much… that was hard for me.

I: Did you know Francine, who wrote this book about you?

N: Oh, for heaven’s sake. I can’t imagine why anyone would write a book about me. I’m just a mother from the country, like my mother was. But no, I never met Francine. I knew about her but my husband had died so I didn’t have a way to drive out to California to see her when she was born. I met her big sister and brother though; we went out there one time. I got to see a lot of my kids and grandkids. That was a real good time for me… prob’ly around 1941 or’42.

I: Do you want to tell me about the things that happened that people didn’t understand?

N: Oh, no, I’d rather not. If Francine told that story, well, I just hope she told it fair. Frank… he had kind of a mean streak. He put our youngest kids in an orphanage… and I’ll just let people read the book to see why that happened. I have a few regrets in my life but mostly I think things turned out just the way God wanted. You don’t always know in your life how the cookie’s gonna crumble. We had a real hard time around 1929 but things got better.

I: That was the start of the Depression. I’m sure that was mostly what caused the strife in your life.

N: Ha! You might think. But there’s a whole lot more happened that had nothin’ to do with money or the Depression. Nothin’ at all. No, I didn’t have a whole lotta choices in my life, but I made one, changed my life, and the lives of a lotta other people. I guess that’s the story here. Yes, that would be a story worth tellin.’

FRANCINE FALK-ALLEN grew up in northern California, where she still lives. She had polio in 1951 and has lived her life as a disabled person efforting to be a “normie.”

Falk-Allen was originally an art major and later completed her BA in Managerial Accounting, running her own business for over thirty years. She has always sought creative outlets, such as painting, singing, and writing.

She began doing extensive family genealogy research in 1999, and has traced both her maternal and paternal ancestors back to the 1600’s.

Her two books, Not a Poster Child: Living Well with a Disability—A Memoir and No Spring Chicken: Stories and Advice from a Wild Handicapper on Aging, and Disability, have received the Kirkus star for excellence and won other awards.

Her third book is A Wolff in the Family, a riveting early twentieth century saga set in the western United States and based on scandalous family history.

Francine facilitates a writing group and volunteers on her town’s Americans with Disabilities Act Accessibility Committee. She loves the outdoors, swimming, gardening, movies, well-written literature, being with friends and sharing British tea and a little champagne now and then. She resides in San Rafael, California, with her husband, Richard Falk.

Tell us something about where you live:

I was born and raised on a 160-acre farm in central Illinois, about fifteen miles north of Bloomington. My parents built a modest farmhouse, where I grew up reading dime novels in my loft bedroom and dreaming of a life of adventure. When I was ten years old, my father died, and my uncle came to live on the farm. I helped him build a cabin and furnishings from timber off the farm. After he died at Shiloh, I used his cabin as my private retreat, where I continued reading adventure stories and imagining having my own adventures one day. When I was seventeen, my mother died, and I set off to see some of the West. While I was away, the farmhouse and barn burned down, but my uncle’s cabin survived. Today, the farm lies fallow, and I live in the cabin, when I’m not off somewhere on an adventure.

Is there anything special about your name? Why do you think you were given that name?

Jubilee is not a common name, but it is not one I’m ashamed of. I don’t mind being called Jubilee, but most people call me Jubil. I’ve seen a similar name spelled Jubal, but I’ve never known anyone else named Jubilee. My parents named me with the intent of the word in mind—an event for celebration. My mother had a very difficult time while she carried me and a difficult delivery that meant I would be their only child. They named me Jubilee to celebrate my successful birth and my mother’s survival.

Do you have an occupation? What do you like or dislike about your work?

I am in the outfitting business. On my first trip West, I made travel money by working part-time at Warner and Company Outfitters in Council Bluffs, Iowa. I struck up a good relationship with the Warners and agreed to open a new store in my hometown with Mr. Warner’s son, Luke. The Council Bluffs store caters to overland travelers and army posts, but Luke and I cater to travelers in the age of the railroad. My passion for adventure and my acquaintance Major John Wesley Powell, a family friend, has brought expedition outfitting into our business. I very much enjoy testing out our products by using them in the field and helping my partner create improved versions. I don’t mind helping customers select products or the general labor of operating the store, but the recordkeeping and money-handling aspects I leave in Luke’s more capable hands.

Who are the special people in your life?

My parents and my uncle will always be in my heart. As my best friend, Nelly Boswell, and I have grown up together, our relationship has become more complicated. I am hopeful that our relationship will continue to deepen, but my desire for a life of adventure and Nelly’s independent nature make our future together unclear. Nelly’s family has treated me like one of their own for as long as I can remember. Her twin brothers, as troublesome as they may be sometimes, help Luke and me with our store. I owe the Warner family a great deal, for having such confidence in me and encouraging me to live my dreams. And Luke Warner has become for me the brother I never had. I also befriended a Pawnee scout named White Dog during a wagon-train trek across the plains. I hope that friendship grows.

What is your heart’s deepest desire?

To marry Nelly and have a family. But the world is full of adventure and beauty, and I want to experience all of it. I hope to somehow have both a life of adventure and be happily married to Nelly, even though I recognize these desires might not seem complementary. I’d also like to expand my reputation as an adventurer and make my business with the Warners more successful. And of course, I want to make all the people close to me proud.

What are you most afraid of?

Living a lonely, tedious life. Growing up, I honored my father and mother and never complained about life on the farm, but I knew the life of a farmer was not for me. The routine of the chores, the dependence on the weather for success, and the solitary existence all go against my nature. But a man who is too restless to stay at home and be a good husband and father may be destined to spend his time alone. This is not what I want for myself, but I have to be true to my nature.

Do you have a cherished possession?

My parents’ farm is my only remaining link to them, and although I have no interest in farming the land, I have no interest in selling it either. My saddle horse, Star, who I do not think of as a possession so much as a family member, was my father’s until he died. I can’t recall a time when she was not with me. I treasure my father’s Henry rifle, one of the first models made. It is as true and reliable as he was. My mother’s ruby ring is one of the few luxuries she owned and one I hope to someday place on Nelly’s finger. White Dog’s medicine bag is also a treasured keepsake. He gave it to me for saving his life, and it holds spirit tokens that supposedly wield the power to protect me from danger.

What do you expect the future will hold for you?

I hope that Nelly will continue to tolerate my restless spirit and even love me as more than a friend, in the way that a wife loves a husband. The outfitting business suits me well, but I hope to contribute to America’s settlement by being involved in the exploration of the last remaining wilderness areas in our great West.

What have you learned about yourself in the course of your story?

As I grew up daydreaming about a life of adventure, I was concerned that my nature was too meek and commonplace to withstand the demands of a life of danger. But I have learned that being honest, hardworking, pleasant with people, and calm in the face of danger are traits that make me valuable to bolder men who need reliable helpers to succeed where most men can’t.

Is there anything else you’d like people to know about you?

I am unlikely to ever be a problem drinker. While I enjoy an occasional glass of wine, my time with Major Powell in the Grand Canyon cured me of ever developing a taste for whiskey.

Tim Piper is retired from a long career in Information Technology and has been a lifelong hobbyist musician. In his earlier days he was an avid hiker and backcountry camper, but his adventures these days are less strenuous and more comfortable. He lives in Bloomington, Illinois, with his cat, Maggie, who is no help with his writing, but is a stellar companion. He began his education at Illinois State University as an English major, but life circumstances put him on a more pragmatic path, and he graduated with a BS in Business Admin, a degree he finds appropriately named. You can stay in touch with him at www.timpiper-author.com