Late May, 1914


It's been decided. Maarie will go to live with Aunt Ruth and Aunt Fannie. School is almost out and they will both be at home with her all summer. Belle has her hands full trying to take care of her brothers and Mildred and Uncle Henry, and Maarie is just too little. I heard Mama and Aunt Jane talking about it. Aunt Jane is going to help them for a while and she thought it best that Maarie go with Claudie's sisters.

Aunt Claudie died. Grandma S and Aunt Jane were here for more than a week, taking turns staying with her while the other one stayed down here with us. Mama couldn't help much because she has her hands full with our little baby.

She got sicker and sicker and Baby James who came to their house last month was sick, too. He died three days after Aunt Claudie. We've all been so sad. Belle and Mildred and Maarie cried and cried. Daddy cried and asked when it would all end, Grandma J and his sister Dollie dead before I was born and Uncle Rube and now sister Claudie, all dead of consumption. Daddy makes us go outside and play in the sunshine when Aunt Claudie's children are here. He said Dr. Cousins says it's safer for us in the sunshine and fresh air.

No comments:

A Fictive Account -- In Her Words -- If She Had Blogged