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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 55 interests. Emma could now accompany me to thee social gatherings of my clubs and she joined our evening circle. The household routine was always so arranged as not to interfere with any of my outside interests. Mother enjoyed having me go out and come home to tell her all about it. In our lives and activities she really lived happily those last few years -- in spite of much suffering When Emma came home we dismissed our roomers and the first year we put in a downstairs bathroom. The next year we installed a furnace to replace the big hard coal heather and small stoves which hitherto warmed the house. Gas lights also took the place of kerosene lamps. All these seemed to s luxuries -- and how mother did enjoy them! She used to often say that she had everything she wanted, and I believe she did, for her wants were simple, and she was rich in loving care. So the years slipped by. Sister Mary and Nettie came home on a visit bringing Nettie's first born, a boy named Hoyt. I had many letters from old school friends as well as new friends from Des Moines who had gone away. Each summer my old teacher, Miss Mattice, would pay us a visit. On one of these occasions we inaugurated a picnic in the park where all the old students who could come gathered for a reunion. This became an annual affair. Christmas 1906 passed as usual. We always made it quite a festive occasion, decorating the house and giving and receiving simple gifts. On the morning of the 28th I rose as usual and went about my regular work. Mother had been very restless through the night, coughed a good deal and did not wish to get up. Before noon we realized she was much worse and summoned the doctor. When we were advised to call Emma I knew it was serious. During the afternoon she failed rapidly. Our friend, Jessie Sankey, and the doctor remained with us most of the night. I sat at the head of the bed and when they would raise her to get her breath. I would slip in behind and hold her in my arms. It as thus that mother breathed her last at 5;30 Saturday morning. December 29th. Friends and neighbors rallied around us as they
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 55 interests. Emma could now accompany me to thee social gatherings of my clubs and she joined our evening circle. The household routine was always so arranged as not to interfere with any of my outside interests. Mother enjoyed having me go out and come home to tell her all about it. In our lives and activities she really lived happily those last few years -- in spite of much suffering When Emma came home we dismissed our roomers and the first year we put in a downstairs bathroom. The next year we installed a furnace to replace the big hard coal heather and small stoves which hitherto warmed the house. Gas lights also took the place of kerosene lamps. All these seemed to s luxuries -- and how mother did enjoy them! She used to often say that she had everything she wanted, and I believe she did, for her wants were simple, and she was rich in loving care. So the years slipped by. Sister Mary and Nettie came home on a visit bringing Nettie's first born, a boy named Hoyt. I had many letters from old school friends as well as new friends from Des Moines who had gone away. Each summer my old teacher, Miss Mattice, would pay us a visit. On one of these occasions we inaugurated a picnic in the park where all the old students who could come gathered for a reunion. This became an annual affair. Christmas 1906 passed as usual. We always made it quite a festive occasion, decorating the house and giving and receiving simple gifts. On the morning of the 28th I rose as usual and went about my regular work. Mother had been very restless through the night, coughed a good deal and did not wish to get up. Before noon we realized she was much worse and summoned the doctor. When we were advised to call Emma I knew it was serious. During the afternoon she failed rapidly. Our friend, Jessie Sankey, and the doctor remained with us most of the night. I sat at the head of the bed and when they would raise her to get her breath. I would slip in behind and hold her in my arms. It as thus that mother breathed her last at 5;30 Saturday morning. December 29th. Friends and neighbors rallied around us as they
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