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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 79 many workers present. They all seemed to find inspiration and help in personal contact with the work and workers at Headquarters. In the meantime, what of the home where I had considered myself so necessary? When I went to work in the Library we told Miss Herrick she would have to find another boarding place, which she did reluctantly. For a time we tried to carry on with the help of a colored woman, but it was too lonely for our father. Finally we arranged with my sister Mary to come and stay with us, at least for the winters. As she was living with her daughter Nettie in Chicago she agreed, and this arrangement continued for four years. In the summer we managed with a very reliable colored woman. Mrs. Rider was absent from the Library on account of illness in the spring of 1923. At her request I was placed on the Library pay roll in order to sign correspondence which went out under the franking privilege. This meant that I now drew two salaries one from the American Red Cross and the other from the Library. These were gradually increased as the years went by until my income amounted to Thirty three Hundred Dollars ($3,300.00) per year. The Tenth Biennial Convention of the American Association of Workers for the Blind was held that spring in Janesville, Wis. I went in Mrs. Rider's place and presented a paper on "Hand-Embossing of Braille Books by Volunteers of the American Red Cross." On September 3, 1923, our family circle was again broken by the death of our dear father. He passed away on Labor Day after a brief illness. In ten days he would have been ninety-two years old. Except for some deafness he was in possession of all his faculties. Sister Mary was at home in Chicago. Emma and I took our father back to Des Moines and laid him to rest beside our dear other in beautiful Woodland Cemetery. Old friends rallied around us and the funeral parlor was crowded on that lovely autumn day. One of the Bible Department Professors at Drake University, who had been a neighbor of ours, conducted the service. He spoke feelingly of my father's long life. After visiting
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 79 many workers present. They all seemed to find inspiration and help in personal contact with the work and workers at Headquarters. In the meantime, what of the home where I had considered myself so necessary? When I went to work in the Library we told Miss Herrick she would have to find another boarding place, which she did reluctantly. For a time we tried to carry on with the help of a colored woman, but it was too lonely for our father. Finally we arranged with my sister Mary to come and stay with us, at least for the winters. As she was living with her daughter Nettie in Chicago she agreed, and this arrangement continued for four years. In the summer we managed with a very reliable colored woman. Mrs. Rider was absent from the Library on account of illness in the spring of 1923. At her request I was placed on the Library pay roll in order to sign correspondence which went out under the franking privilege. This meant that I now drew two salaries one from the American Red Cross and the other from the Library. These were gradually increased as the years went by until my income amounted to Thirty three Hundred Dollars ($3,300.00) per year. The Tenth Biennial Convention of the American Association of Workers for the Blind was held that spring in Janesville, Wis. I went in Mrs. Rider's place and presented a paper on "Hand-Embossing of Braille Books by Volunteers of the American Red Cross." On September 3, 1923, our family circle was again broken by the death of our dear father. He passed away on Labor Day after a brief illness. In ten days he would have been ninety-two years old. Except for some deafness he was in possession of all his faculties. Sister Mary was at home in Chicago. Emma and I took our father back to Des Moines and laid him to rest beside our dear other in beautiful Woodland Cemetery. Old friends rallied around us and the funeral parlor was crowded on that lovely autumn day. One of the Bible Department Professors at Drake University, who had been a neighbor of ours, conducted the service. He spoke feelingly of my father's long life. After visiting
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