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Y. Plain vanilla is my favorite. And made from pure cream from the ranch — well, it's terrific! Incidentally, turning that freezer takes some muscle. Last year, Penny, my secretary, and I were up there and we made ice cream several times — each taking turns at the crank." Ginger's days at the ranch run about the same. They definitely aren't spent the way you'd imagine a movie star would use her time. "I arise around eight a.m." Ginger remarked. "I eat-.a good breakfast of juice or fruit, cereal, eggs, toast and jam, and coffee. Then I go down to the barns to see how things are going. I've even been known to milk some of the (tows, but at such, times I get up much earlier than eight. Once in a while, I accompany the foreman on his rounds. If there isn't too much for me to do, I sit around in the sun. Sometimes I take a picnic lunch and go to the river to fish all day. I also like to take long walks over the quiet roads and paths in the late afternoon. Because I'm out during most of the day.T eat heartily at every meal. I never give a thought to such movie things as diets when I'm up there. In the evenings, I usually curl up with a book by the fire. Not a particularly eventful day and yet a busy one, a wonderful one." Of course, owning a ranch isn't all glory. There are difficulties to contend with, and Ginger's is not the exception. But all in all, she's been quite lucky. "The only real trouble we've had has been in getting water all over the land," Ginger said. "It had previously been tenanted by share croppers, and when we took it over, the willows and choke cherries had over-run the fields. We inaugurated a three year program at once to feed and build up the land, and as a result the ranch has had some very successful crops. Every year we have more and more land under cultivation because we make new ditches, get more water on the land — and oh yes, keep up an alert fight against the willows. With this constant care, we've never had a crop failure. "We did have a bad flood up there a couple of years ago, though. This could have been disastrous for it might have taken all the top soil with it. But the quick thinking of my foreman saved the day. He held the water in and then let it out gradually, thereby salvaging the top soil." Nothing could ever take away Ginger's enthusiasm for the place. There are too many wonderful memories that linger in her mind. Each has had its own special thrill or suspense. Of them all, two seem to stand out most vividly. I think the most memorable experience was Christmas of 1941." Ginger said softly. "Mother was already up at the ranch, and I went up with a couple of friends. I was looking forward to it so much because I had anticipated a white Christmas. When we arrived, there wras no sign of snow. My heart sank. During dinner and the rest of the evening, I kept looking out the window, hoping to see some soft flakes of snow' start to come down. But nothing happened. Finally, discouraged and disappointed, we went to bed. Then, in the morning. I opened my eyes and saw a scene I shall never forget. The valley was covered with a white blanket and the trees were shining. Between the naked branches of the trees, we could see from our house on the hill that the Rogue River was like a steely streak /through the valley. It was the greatest holiday I ever spent." The ranchers near Ginger don't look upon her as a star. She is neighbor. They aren't even interested in Hollywood and seldom, if ever, ask her questions about the film city. They have their own little world, and it's quite sufficient. I|j "There are, of course, a good many people in show business who have ranches up in that vicinity," Ginger continued. "Florence Rice, George Murphy. Nigel Bruce, Thomas Mitchell, and Clark Gable all own property nearby. My other neighbors aren't at all impressed .with my work. They are well up in their own rights, especially my rancher neighbors such as the John Days and the William Grants. We bought part of the ranch from Mr. and; Mrs. Belts, who had owned it for thirty-five years. They ..are sweet people, typical western land farmers. They knew the land before the highway was put through, and Pete Betts helped to build the roads through that part of Oregon. They are typical Oregonians. "All the people there are conscious of a certain tradition that part of the country has in American history. Our ranch, for instance, is thirty-five miles from Jacksonville where the first Protestant church was built. When the first covered wagons came from AVestport, Missouri, over the Oregon trail, they stopped at Jacksonville. Then there is Grants Pass near our ranch, the site of General Grant's famous fight with the Indians." Since the country is more or less on the wild side, animal life is abundant. Pheasant roam about freely and deer are so tame that they come quite near Ginger's house. Then there are birds and large numbers of quail. Rabbits and squirrels are also plentiful. "I have two special pets on the ranch," Ginger remarked. "One is a dear little squirrel that lives in the tree outside my bedroom window and says, 'Good morning' to me every morning. Then there is a little mongrel dog we call 'Foxy' who came to us quite uninvited. When we couldn't discover to whom he belonged, we kept him. Or rather, we couldn't have let him go because he wouldn't leave us. He's such an affectionate pet." Ginger paused and then concluded wistfully, "I do hope I can get up to the ranch more often now. I want to spend as much time with my husband there as possible — and we're bofh going to see to it that we become more the rancher 'type.' There is no life like it. The quietude of the ranch, the feeling of privacy, the contentment it brings, the enjoyment of the simple things — and the pride in watching it grow and progress. Such are the thrills of this kind of existence. In this hectic world we live in, it's a chance to go back to a life that is unhurried, a life that is honest and real. Her* home 70 ScREENLAXD