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44 UNFOLDING YEARS Des Moines. In the spring mother, father and I went to Des Moines and stayed with sister Mary while father superintended the building of our new home. A lot had been purchased in University Place, a suburb in northwest Des Moines. This lot fronted on the campus of Drake University. When school closed Emma joined us and we all remained in Des Moines until midsummer when we returned to Vinton to pack and make ready to move. It was after all quite a break for we had many good friends in Vinton and they crowded around us -- regretting our departure For me there were no regrets. I was thrilled at the thought of the new life opening up to me. I heard my mother tell someone that they were going largely on my account, believing that I might have better opportunities in the city. A farewell church social was held at our home to which all out friends came. Having rented the house we were ready to leave. The day arrived when a friend from the country came with his wagons and teams and conveyed our household goods to the station for shipment. Early in September of 1892 Emma departed for her new teaching position and we for our new but unfinished home in Des Moines. When I visited Blanche that fall (1887) I found her much interested in Christian Science, and for a time it intrigued me. However, we both soon found it inadequate as a religion and dropped it. Blanche went on to other cults, social an religious, and as we shared each other's thoughts I became interested in them also. Blanche recommended many books to me some of which I read, such as "Robert Ellsmere" "Comparative Religion." and others. These made very little impression on me for I felt the lack of spirituality in all of them. In the end I came back to my simple faith in which I have remained ever since. Not so with Blanche. The closing years of the nineteenth century found many of our scholars and writers turning to socialism, evolution and higher criticism, the latter the forerunner of modernism. Blanche was caught up in this new trend and swept along with it. This seemed to make little difference in our friendship fo as she said: "We love the same things but
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44 UNFOLDING YEARS Des Moines. In the spring mother, father and I went to Des Moines and stayed with sister Mary while father superintended the building of our new home. A lot had been purchased in University Place, a suburb in northwest Des Moines. This lot fronted on the campus of Drake University. When school closed Emma joined us and we all remained in Des Moines until midsummer when we returned to Vinton to pack and make ready to move. It was after all quite a break for we had many good friends in Vinton and they crowded around us -- regretting our departure For me there were no regrets. I was thrilled at the thought of the new life opening up to me. I heard my mother tell someone that they were going largely on my account, believing that I might have better opportunities in the city. A farewell church social was held at our home to which all out friends came. Having rented the house we were ready to leave. The day arrived when a friend from the country came with his wagons and teams and conveyed our household goods to the station for shipment. Early in September of 1892 Emma departed for her new teaching position and we for our new but unfinished home in Des Moines. When I visited Blanche that fall (1887) I found her much interested in Christian Science, and for a time it intrigued me. However, we both soon found it inadequate as a religion and dropped it. Blanche went on to other cults, social an religious, and as we shared each other's thoughts I became interested in them also. Blanche recommended many books to me some of which I read, such as "Robert Ellsmere" "Comparative Religion." and others. These made very little impression on me for I felt the lack of spirituality in all of them. In the end I came back to my simple faith in which I have remained ever since. Not so with Blanche. The closing years of the nineteenth century found many of our scholars and writers turning to socialism, evolution and higher criticism, the latter the forerunner of modernism. Blanche was caught up in this new trend and swept along with it. This seemed to make little difference in our friendship fo as she said: "We love the same things but
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