A Memory of a
Little Boy Growing Up in Ohio County, Kentucky
(Gilbert Cox)
THE TIGER HEAD LAP ROBE
This is a story for the children. One time when my parents came to visit us,
our daughter Amy had a new red plastic cat clock on her wall that her dad had
bought for her. It was called a
“novelty” clock and it was shaped like a cat, with big eyes that moved back and
forth, and its tail swung in unison from side to side. The ears, face, and tail were outlined in
large fake diamond-like jewels that sparkled brilliantly. When my dad, (Gilbert Cox) saw it, he said he
thought immediately of the tiger head lap robe that his Grandpa Smith used to
have at his house when they went to visit family in Ohio County about
1917. My dad was Gilbert Cox. His
grandparents were James Thomas Smith and his wife, Sarah (Sanders), who lived
near Select.
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Grandpa and Grandma Smith used this lap robe when they
went riding in their buggy to keep their legs warm. My source is an audio oral history tape, and
this story is written from my father’s own words:
“When I was a little
boy…I wasn’t very big…I slept on a straw mattress near the fire place at
Grandpa Smith’s house when we would go to visit. They had a fire place twice as big as yours (our fireplace opening is about 36
inches). It took two men to carry
the back log in. When they got up of a
morning, they put a back log on – about this big around (measuring with his
hands) – and shoved it in there. It was
called the back log. They rolled it plumb to the back, too,
and then all the fire was built in front of the back log. That log would be in there when you went to
bed at night. Sometimes it would be
burnt nearly in two, but most of the time, it still wouldn’t be, and that’s
when they banked the ashes all up against the back log.
“But they had a lap
rug made out of a tiger skin, see, and it had a tiger head on it with big white
teeth and glass eyes that they used for a lap robe in the buggy. Well, it was a great big old room with high
ceilings, and I slept on a straw mattress in there by myself. You could just crawl in that straw bed and
mash it down and burrow down in it, you know.
I don’t know what it is about a straw bed, but it would keep popping and
crackling. There was always a mouse or
two making little noises in the wood box.
And the firelight would make shadows dance around on the walls. I would lay there and look at that old tiger
head over there and then the fire would fall down a little bit, and it would
make those old eyes sparkle and flash and nearly scare me to death.
“Because, of course,
I had heard my grandpa and uncles and their friends telling about all kinds of
animals they had hunted in the woods back then – panthers and bob cat
stories. Some of them might have been
so. But that fire would fall down and
them old eyes would sparkle and gleam like Amy’s clock in there, and I would
sink down in that straw mattress just as far as I could get!”
(Dad’s straw mattress was kind of the
equivalent of the sleeping bags our kids use today when they go to visit.)
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by Janice Cox Brown, Tyler, TX
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