Wednesday, July 19, 2017

More things my mother kept

Doesn't everyone keep old 1952 driver's licenses?  I see by the address that this was the time we moved to Kansas City and didn't stay long at all, perhaps a month or two.



This is a letter from my mom's doctor, probably from the time Daddy's fingers and toes froze; he was the hired man on an Iowa farm, and chores had to be done, no matter how cold.  His frozen toes caused him difficulty the rest of his life.


This is a card that accompanied money the church collected for my parents while my dad was laid up with frozen fingers and toes...


...and on the back of the card are the names of all who contributed to the total $10.00.  Times were hard, and folks were poor.


A pair of sandals I wore when I was probably a year old.


This is a letter from my first schoolteacher, Mrs. Eighmy, written to me after my parents and I had moved back to Missouri.  I had to laugh out loud when I got to the words I have underlined, because that pretty well sums it up for everybody; Cliff and his sister laughed when I read it to them.  

I wonder if that was her diplomatic way of saying I was a brat.

OK folks, there you have more things my mom considered collectable.  There will likely be more coming.

I'm adding this fact I just learned from a few notes written in the baby book Mother kept for me:  At age 2 1/2 I could carry the tune to four songs, and I knew forty nursery rhymes and poems.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Things my mother kept

My mom kept about anything that held a memory for her.  Most of her keepsakes were contained on one sort of paper or another, so over the years many of them have deteriorated badly.  For instance, she kept diaries from 1930, perhaps earlier, up to 1932.  All this stuff was kept in boxes and chests, usually in the attic if we had one.  My parents moved often, but her stuff went with her everywhere she lived until she went to the nursing home.  Unfortunately, many items were lost to leaky roofs, nesting mice, or simply from being folded and re-read too many times.  I was looking at some of her keepsakes today and decided I'd better take pictures of some of them and blog about them or they'll be lost.  Probably nobody would miss them but me, but at least I will have some things catalogued.

All that remains of her diaries is one cover and a few random pages.  When I was a child I'd go upstairs, dig out the diaries, and read parts of them.  Sometimes I'd read something that sparked my curiosity and I'd go downstairs and ask her to tell me more because, as I've said before, she was a story-teller and I loved stories.   


This is the cover that remains.  It looks to me like battery acid got to it, the kind of batteries you use in flashlights, probably.  


Here are all the pages that remain, from 1932.  My parents got married in December of that year. 

Sometimes I rummage through these things and wonder why anybody would keep such souvenirs, but when I look back, I've kept some equally hum-drum things because I wanted to remember a time.





  
So many ration books, and there are more of them somewhere with my name on them.  Mother told me that, on the car they were driving during ration times, the steering wheel kept shedding pieces so that by the end of the war, the round outside of the wheel was totally gone and they were steering with the little sticks that went from the center to the nonexistent wheel. 


Awards she got for books she read during the school year.  Mother loved school, and wanted to continue her education, but her father felt high school was too "worldly" and wouldn't allow her to go; so she took 7th and 8th grades over again before she left grade school.  


A post card she sent to her grandmother as a child.  I imagine it was given to her after her grandmother died.  


This is a letter to Mother from my Uncle Paul that is special to me, because I was "the big girl" he was asking about.  It's dated September 6, 1944; I was born in July of that year.  He was in the thick of things in Germany.

I'll stop with all this for now.  I'm doing these entry chiefly for myself. but perhaps somebody else will find it of interest.  I hope to get some more of my mom's keepsakes in another entry or two later on.