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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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62, UNFOLDING YEARS out of my wits on this occasion, and did not sleep a wink through the night that followed. Mr. Campbell returned to Des Moines with us and spoke at two or three gatherings previously arranged for him. He stayed at our home and with the Howards -- and made many friends. That same spring Eva and I, accompanied by Amelia and Kathryn, went up to Vinton for Commencement and our Alumni meeting. Although I did not know it then -- that was to be my last visit to my Alma Mater. Events were moving swiftly-- unfolding more and more the strange pattern of my life. The Des Moines Pension Agency, where my sister Emma had now been employed for nearly ten years, was one of eighteen such groups scattered throughout the forty-eight states. A rumor was now afloat that these were all to be consolidated at Washington D.C. At first it was just talk, but in 1913 it became a reality. The clerks were given the opportunity to go to Washington, if they so defeated. It was a somewhat difficult decision to make. Emma had been steadily promoted and liked her work. It meant making a drastic change -- leaving our comfortable home and all our friends for a new life in strange surroundings. My father was past eighty but in good physical condition and he was quite willing to go anywhere with his "two girls." For me it meant the greatest change of my whole life! It meant leaving my native state; all the old friends; and all the many and varied associations of my early life. It also meant giving up the work for the blind which I had helped to inaugurate. Above all -- it meant separation from my dear friend, Eva. She would gladly have gone with us, but it seemed that not well spare both of us. We had already purchased a building and were hopeful of opening the Home in a short time. If all went well and the Home once got underway, then perhaps Eva would come to us in Washington; at least she and I comforted ourselves with this thought. In February 1913 Emma left with the rest of the office force to try it out and see how she liked it. Her
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62, UNFOLDING YEARS out of my wits on this occasion, and did not sleep a wink through the night that followed. Mr. Campbell returned to Des Moines with us and spoke at two or three gatherings previously arranged for him. He stayed at our home and with the Howards -- and made many friends. That same spring Eva and I, accompanied by Amelia and Kathryn, went up to Vinton for Commencement and our Alumni meeting. Although I did not know it then -- that was to be my last visit to my Alma Mater. Events were moving swiftly-- unfolding more and more the strange pattern of my life. The Des Moines Pension Agency, where my sister Emma had now been employed for nearly ten years, was one of eighteen such groups scattered throughout the forty-eight states. A rumor was now afloat that these were all to be consolidated at Washington D.C. At first it was just talk, but in 1913 it became a reality. The clerks were given the opportunity to go to Washington, if they so defeated. It was a somewhat difficult decision to make. Emma had been steadily promoted and liked her work. It meant making a drastic change -- leaving our comfortable home and all our friends for a new life in strange surroundings. My father was past eighty but in good physical condition and he was quite willing to go anywhere with his "two girls." For me it meant the greatest change of my whole life! It meant leaving my native state; all the old friends; and all the many and varied associations of my early life. It also meant giving up the work for the blind which I had helped to inaugurate. Above all -- it meant separation from my dear friend, Eva. She would gladly have gone with us, but it seemed that not well spare both of us. We had already purchased a building and were hopeful of opening the Home in a short time. If all went well and the Home once got underway, then perhaps Eva would come to us in Washington; at least she and I comforted ourselves with this thought. In February 1913 Emma left with the rest of the office force to try it out and see how she liked it. Her
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