A new home
Scott Mclean
Here we go again folks
My time in the house on Cox road was approaching its end. Besides the open space, we had such wonders as a 41 Plymouth and a 32 International that had been converted to a tractor to play in. There was also the barn and a rock butte to catch lizards on.
One day I ran into the house and told everyone a rattlesnake had come towards me. Uncle Gingo said it was probably a bullsnake and laughed at me. When he went out he found it was indeed a ticked off rattlesnake. We had never seen one around there so they came up with the theory that it had ridden down underneath my Dad’s Jeep. I guess they were burning the dump when the adults were hunting at Trout Lodge and they thought it possibly crawled into the undercarriage of the Jeep. I can’t see that having happened so I think it probably just wandered from an area they were more common.
The Tieton place was owned by my Mom and her siblings jointly. My Aunt Barb had a place near Seattle and Uncle Stan had one in Selah. My folks bought the place on Summitview from my Aunt Joy and Uncle Joe.
The three siblings with property signed over their interest in the place to my Uncle Gale. Two of his sons still live on the property. I was 7 when we moved to the new place.
It brought new adventures with my brother and I wandering up and down Cowiche Creek and all over Cowiche Mountain.
At the time, Tieton and Cowiche had separate elementary schools. I rode with my older sister on the high school bus and switched at the high school to a bus going to Tieton. That allowed me to spend 3rd grade with my Tieton classmates and not start at Marcus Whitman Cowiche until 4th grade.
New neighbors and friends. The new place also came with its own ghost.
More on that later.