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MRS. THOMAS (RHODA) VAUGHN


Mrs. Vaughn lived behind me
For some years
Where I lived was the
Vaughn's fruit orchard before
Looking out Northwest
She has a lovely life in Pendleton
Often I think of her
For telling me to
Count my blessings
When I feel defeated
She and Thomas
Were the best neighbors
Because all of it used to be their
Land up there on the South Hill
She knew the history and
Would tell me of the histories
Of Pendleton Oregon...
...When calling cards were in style
With foyer's having 12-foot ceilings
Little tables with a basket on top
For guests to leave their cards
The Vaughn House was built
Between 1850-1899
(By Thomas Vaughn's grandfather
Who was a dentist
Back so long ago)
1867, I think
Sleeping there before
In Rhoda's bed
The cars on Southwest Thirteenth
Hitting the gravel on those cold
November days crackled up
To the front bedroom there
On the second floor
Awakening me
Twelve-foot-high-cove ceilings
With trim at nine feet up
Then wallpapered ceilings
Above that
White shag carpet
A spiral staircase
A main staircase
Balconies off most rooms
Window seats in the dining room
With a beautiful white fireplace
There to warm your bones
The wrought-iron fence with lion heads on it
The water-radiator-heating system throughout the house
Old lilac trees along the
Long walk to the front porch
100-year-old-black-locus trees twisted into the sky
Some it seemed 70 foot high
Flowers of all kinds by season
Purple violets on-the-ceiling wallpaper
In a girl's room with a poster bed
Covered with a crocheted while top
French Provincial Bedroom Set
Eye-lid window in a master closet
Tapestry on the living-room wall
Of the gondolas in Venice
Expensive-silk-wall covering of the late 1800's
Old antique couch
Rocking chairs of wicker on the side porch
African violets in the kitchen window
The Gold Cadillac Seville Mrs. Vaughn drove
With leather-ladies gloves on
Her delicate hands
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Gracious woman
Who left me to feel
Mrs. Vaughn
I love her real.


5/19/2014 0400 cj

The Vaughn House will always be
THE VAUGHN HOUSE to me
It's yellow structure sits
Between Goodwin Lane and
Goodwin Place and Thirteenth Street in
Pendleton, Oregon, USA
After Dr. Carrington owned the house
A lady and her son own it
They have destroyed much of the
Precious old of the house
(Locus trees, tapestry in LR, etc)
Mrs. Vaughan died 1/5/2015
I just found out today 12/6/2015
Glad have a memory of her.
http://www.pioneerchapel.com/obits/obituary.php?id=521630




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