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Eve Drewelowe autobiographical writing, 1980s
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Birth [illegible] Although all the other members of our family before and after me had been duly documented, my birth has not been recorded in the Chickasaw County, Jacksonville Township Courthouse of New Hampton Iowa. Inadvertently omitted, Dr Landon had failed to file the report. My Mother Mary Margueritha Martin however, in her beautiful Script announced the event of my emergence, all in consecutive order with the other children, in the old family Bible. It likewise [is? am?] recorded [teneted?] in the baptismal document of the Lutheran Faith. I -the eight child- was born the fifteenth of April, 1899 in my parents large white clap board house in an eastern bay windowed room where we lost our father to death when I was but eleven. The house situated in rural Iowa on the rolling undulating terrain of South East Iowa as it gently slides creeping slowly to the Mississippi. Our home centered on a generously [par?] of groomed picture perfect yard punctuated [climaxed] by fir & white pine, hemmed to the east by black walnuts and maples, spread to gardens, orchards and berry patches. A cement walk circled the house and extended southward-all sensitively and harmoniously landscaped into a singing whole. An exclamatory pointed pine thrust decorative spurs to the northwest. It was my favorite climbing tree You see, I was a regular Tomgirl who, like a monkey, loved to climb. I do recall however once miscalculating,which resulted in a jarring fall! I dared to do; which was good; immature pitched judgment, lost however, which bad. however, But we learn by trial & error and changing which emphasizes the positive. My parents as outreaching benevolent citizens. It was not an unusual [also written: uncommon] occurance at our home to bed someone other family down for the night; nor was it uncommon to [illegible] add another place setting at mealtime. There always was plenty of wholesome, balanced fare. My mother loved children and much of her thinking revolved on our baby generations. I who declared "I wouldn't know what to do with a child" was regarded as a monster.
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Birth [illegible] Although all the other members of our family before and after me had been duly documented, my birth has not been recorded in the Chickasaw County, Jacksonville Township Courthouse of New Hampton Iowa. Inadvertently omitted, Dr Landon had failed to file the report. My Mother Mary Margueritha Martin however, in her beautiful Script announced the event of my emergence, all in consecutive order with the other children, in the old family Bible. It likewise [is? am?] recorded [teneted?] in the baptismal document of the Lutheran Faith. I -the eight child- was born the fifteenth of April, 1899 in my parents large white clap board house in an eastern bay windowed room where we lost our father to death when I was but eleven. The house situated in rural Iowa on the rolling undulating terrain of South East Iowa as it gently slides creeping slowly to the Mississippi. Our home centered on a generously [par?] of groomed picture perfect yard punctuated [climaxed] by fir & white pine, hemmed to the east by black walnuts and maples, spread to gardens, orchards and berry patches. A cement walk circled the house and extended southward-all sensitively and harmoniously landscaped into a singing whole. An exclamatory pointed pine thrust decorative spurs to the northwest. It was my favorite climbing tree You see, I was a regular Tomgirl who, like a monkey, loved to climb. I do recall however once miscalculating,which resulted in a jarring fall! I dared to do; which was good; immature pitched judgment, lost however, which bad. however, But we learn by trial & error and changing which emphasizes the positive. My parents as outreaching benevolent citizens. It was not an unusual [also written: uncommon] occurance at our home to bed someone other family down for the night; nor was it uncommon to [illegible] add another place setting at mealtime. There always was plenty of wholesome, balanced fare. My mother loved children and much of her thinking revolved on our baby generations. I who declared "I wouldn't know what to do with a child" was regarded as a monster.
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