Idella Smyer: An Uncommon Woman

For every famous or well-known person in the Old West you can find a hundred who were just as God-awful stubborn and resilient but never got their name in the history books. Idella Stephens Smyer (called Aunt Dell by friends and family) was such woman. I ran across her when I read about some local history a few years ago when I lived near Lubbock, Texas.

Idella was born in 1871. Raised by her grandfather who reared her as a boy and strapped her in the saddle as soon as she could sit up good. She took to horses like a duck to water and, when she got a few years on her, started breaking and training them. She often rode as a jockey in races because she was small and light. She didn’t care much for schooling and only went a couple of months a year in the fall after they’d gotten the crops in. I’m not sure why her grandfather raised her. I couldn’t find anything about her parents (Enoch Stephens and Mary Quinn) so I don’t know what happened to them. (The image of the house below is not the Smyers’ home. It’s just one I found. They probably lived in a dugout or soddie. This landscape is similar to Crosby County.)

Prairie House

At the age of 15 she married Henry Smyer in Decatur, TX in 1885. She and Henry moved to her 80 acre farm outside of town. Her grandfather gave her one heifer as a wedding present. That was the start of their herd. Each year they sold the steers but kept all the heifers.

The first of their 14 children, a daughter named Gertrude, came down with malaria. Idella took her everywhere to try to find a cure. Nothing seemed to work until Idella’s brother, Blue Stephens, came to visit. He worked for the huge XIT Ranch in the Panhandle. He persuaded Idella and Henry that the dry climate would cure Gertrude. So they packed up and headed west.

But passing through Jacksboro, Texas, Henry got a job hauling rock for a new hotel. He and Idella bought a tent and lived in the back yard of a woman who let Henry use her corral for their horses. They stayed there three years. That’s where their second daughter whom Idella named John Willie came into the world. How fitting for a woman who lived life so large to saddle her daughter with two male names. I laugh every time I think of this part and imagine some man asking John Willie to marry him. I’m picturing the man introducing her, “This is my wife, John Willie.”

Horse Herd

Idella’s idea of raising children was to make them as tough as she could and able to take care of themselves in any situation. By the time she finished with them, they rode wild horses like the wind, hunted wildcats, wolves, and antelopes. It wasn’t usual for them to camp out alone on the prairie. They, like their mother, were fearless. (By the way, Gertrude survived malaria and died at the age of 93.)

Neither did Idella. When her third baby was born she was all by herself. Like everything else in her life, she tackled the task and did what she had to do. A favorite saying of hers was, “I can battle my way.” And, Lord how she did.

The Smyers made it to West Texas in 1892. They settled into an abandoned one room house in Crosby County and took possession. With wood a scarcity, Aunt Dell gathered up an armful of cow chips and had a roaring fire going and within an hour was baking biscuits. Over the years, the cattle herd got bigger along with the size of their family. To make extra money, Henry took a job as a freighter. That left Idella to run the ranch. She tackled it like everything else in her life—without batting an eyelash.

cattle in blizzard

One day a raging wildfire threatened their house and the herd of cattle. Idella gathered all the children who were old enough, gave them a bucket of water, and sent them out to help battle the blaze. They saved the house and only lost a few cattle. Another time when a blizzard swept across the prairie and caused her cattle to drift, Idella put her children into bed to stay warm. Then she headed out to round up the cattle by herself. But the cattle were contrary and wouldn’t stay together so she managed to get them into a field of maize she was growing. Although the Smyers had meant to take the crop to market, it fed the cows and kept them bunched up. Idella worked for hours in the frigid cold hauling warm water from the well to them. She knew cattle with a full stomach and their thirst quenched would be content. She was right. She didn’t lose one cow whereas her neighbor lost 250 of his herd. And when she finally dragged herself home to thaw out, she found her children up and dressed and a wonderful meal cooked.

There were always horses to be broken and trained on the Smyers’ farm. In true Idella fashion, she let each child select a horse of their own. The only stipulation was that they break it themselves. You know the end of this story—they never failed.

Aunt Dell was the ideal rancher, both in mind and body. The stout woman could brand, rope, and bulldog. She could tail up a weak cow or dose a sick one. She could do anything with a horse and the majestic animals were dearest to her heart.

The woman who always used her own brand of language—decent but strong—had a merry laugh and a great sense of humor. But there was a steely glint in her eye that promised she could hold her own against anyone. Idella Stephens Smyer died on October 27, 1953 at the age of 83. (She outlived Henry by 14 years.) She had no complaints. She’d lived a full life and accomplished everything she ever wanted to do.

Idella Smyer gravestone

 

Does anyone in your family tree bear a resemblance to Idella?

For me, my mama comes to mind. She was the strongest woman I ever knew. I’ve seen her roof a house; fix a car; wipe away tears; kill a chicken, pluck, and cook it; pick and hoe cotton. There was nothing my mother couldn’t find a way do. She was my hero and my friend. I’m just really, really glad though that she didn’t name me John Willie! Thank you, Mama.

Click HERE for a link if you’d like to read more about her.

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Idella Smyer: An Uncommon Woman — 4 Comments

  1. Wow! Again! Your posts cause me to say that a lot. What a woman she was. I hope that her family have honored and kept her strong spirit alive along with the stories down through the generations. Our mom and Aunt Evelyn were the strongest women I ever knew. I still think you and I need to write that story! Great post, sister. Love you!

    • Hi Jan……Thanks for coming. So glad to see you. I’m glad you liked reading about Idella. The family seems to have a better job than most at keeping her story alive. She lived there by Ralls in the small town of Lorenzo. I learned so much about people in that area when I lived there. People who were larger than life. Yes, Mom and Aunt Evelyn were true pioneer women and very, very strong. They just did whatever they had to.

      Yes, we do need to write that story! Absolutely. We should get started on that. And I think I told you I’d send you what I had written before when I started that book I was going to write. I should send that to you.

      Love and big hugs, sister! See you in a few days.

  2. Linda, this is a wonderful account of a woman who could have been lost in history. In comparison to her grandfather who raised her tough and taught her to be strong and self-sufficient, today’s kids have everything candy coated and politically correct. I wasn’t raised quite as tough as Della, but my sister and I did learn self-reliance and how to manage on our own.
    Ohmagosh, what an awful thing to name your daughter–John Willi. I did know a beautiful young women whose name was Jimmy (with a Y) and my best friend whose name is Jerri.
    I never really knew my paternal grandmother because she died before I was born, but she was an activist for women’s suffrage. My maternal grandmother was tough. She and her 2nd husband built their own house including plumbing and electricity. She gardened, raised and killed chickens herself, and was full of energy. She did not work a ranch on her own the way Della did and, sorry to say, she was not a very nice human being, but she did work hard.
    The thing I loved about this piece was how Della raised her kids to be independent and industrious. How wonderful that, after taking care of those cattle successfully in the blizzard, she came home to a warm house and a cooked dinner. I cannot even conceive of kids doing that in this modern society. Today Della would have come home to a cold house, no dinner, kids with their faces in TV or other devices whining for her to make their dinner. Makes you wonder, where are we going wrong?
    An excellent article, Linda.

    • Hi Sarah……Great to see you. Thank you for coming. Your maternal grandmother sounds she was cut from the same cloth. I’m sorry that she have Idella’s cheerful disposition. I guess she was too busy to spend time smiling. My mama always wore a smile. She loved her life even though it was hard and she never had enough.

      I agree about Idella’s children. She raised them right and instilled deep values in them. But with 14 kids you couldn’t afford to have them run amuck! Yes, kids today would’ve been whining and begging her to take them to McDonalds. A world of difference in those times and now and I keep shaking my head at all we’ve lost. I hope and pray we don’t have another Depression or these kids won’t know what to do. They haven’t been taught much. Very sad.

      I’m glad you enjoyed my post. Have a great day, pretty lady!