MORE TIDBIT MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD!

It was about October when I was in high school this particular year, and I had stayed home from school since I had a bad cold. I had gone back to school about a week and one day I woke up and it felt like I had been stabbed between my ribs (it felt that way). Dad thought I had pneumonia as this is the way he felt when he developed pneumonia. He called the doctor and he came out and said that I had bronchitis. I really coughed and coughed. All that winter after this, I couldn't walk out in the cold weather much, as I would get a coughing spell and cough up phlegm.
I suppose this was about as sick as I had ever been growing up. My friends would have to stop and rest awhile with me so I would stop coughing.

As I had mentioned in other writings that my mother and father never argued or fussed at each other. My mother was a happy camper and so was my father. My mother never complained about the work she did. She learned to work very hard early in life and she never knew anything different. My dad was the same way, he was one of the older children in his household and took care of the younger children. After they married, they each had their own set of work to do and never complained.

My sister said that after 1917 when my mother miscarried, they wanted children so badly, that they put their name in to adopt a child. When the child service person came out, my mother went in to the crib and showed the lady that she had conceived and had a child. I didn't know this until just today.

Bad language, lying, and gossiping about others were strictly taboo at out house. This was a rule that was adhered to by our parents. My mother had a no nonsense approach about these rules. If you didn't like it, you just might be in line to get your mouth washed out with soap.

My dad came down to our home the fall of 1954 and saw the World's Series on our television set. He was so happy to see them play on television. He loaned us the money so we could get the television set. He died about a month later and we paid the debt back to our mother.

After my dad died and my mother lived in town, a furnace man came and knocked at her door. He asked if he could check her furnace. She let him in, and he came up after checking the furnace and had convinced her that she needed a new furnace or she would be over come by gas. She needed to decide immediately. She told him that her son took care of her business and she would have to call him in to OK the new furnace. This was in late July or August. My brother stopped what he was doing, and came in. My mother was crying and told him about what the furnace man said. He told them that he would have a local furnace man check it out and if he also said she needed a new furnace, that he would get it from a local dealer.
The first furnace guy was telling her a batch of lies. The furnace was not cracked and wasn't going to gas her. The local man said that she might consider a larger furnace, because the house was in need of a larger furnace for the size of the house. They bought a new furnace from the local dealer, but not because her furnace was broken.

My mother was healthy and didn't take any medicine even in her later years of life. Her feet was the only condition that gave her a lot of aches and pains. She complained about her feet a lot and cramps that bothered her. Her whole body would cramp up. I think it was that she never sat down and was constantly working. When she sat down she would be reading her bible or singing hymns from the hymnal.

Thought--I have only good memories of my childhood. Life was more simple in those days. Our life was no different than others in the neighborhood. A roof over our head, food in our stomach and clothes on our back, and parents that loved us. What more could one ask for?