I Remember When . . . .
Great Stories about growing up in the Horntown, Oklahoma area!


Sorghum Molasses

   About 1943 my folks planted a sorghum field on a neighbors’ acreage, about a mile from our 80 acres, on the northwest side of the road leading to the Fairbanks home.  It was fall when they began harvesting the stalks.

   My Dad and Mother were in the field, feeding the stalks into the gristmill, being pulled by Fairbanks’s mule.  One day coming home from Moss School, I found a note telling me where they were.  So after a biscuit and glass of milk, I found my young horse, Bess, and rode bareback down the road to watch.  Bess was a shiny blood red mare.  Not too well broken.  The old field was an area that had a house recently torn down.  As I rode into the field, a large piece of wallpaper came flying across the field and landed flat against the mare’s side.  Mom was yelling all the while, for fear the horse would bolt.  She didn’t.

   They made syrup and boiled it down, that evening.  We shared it with the Fairbanks.

    Dad went after the milk cows that evening, riding Bess.   As they came down the hill to the plowed potato field, he gigged her in the flanks to get her to run.   She took a short run and planted her front feet in the ground and lowered her head, off went Dad. Fortunately into the softened plowed ground.  They would not let me ride for quite a while after that.  

    Every time sorghum molasses was mentioned around my Uncle Roy, he would proceed to tell the story on Dad, who was the youngest child of the family, how one Sunday Dinner, when company had come, Dad was seated on the molasses can, due to lack of enough chairs.  Being about 6 or 7 years old Dad did a bit of squirming on the can, and as Dad said, “In front of God and everybody, the lid gave way and he sank into the molasses.” Sunday clothes and all.   Time period here would have been about 1905.

Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.