A story About Grandpa...
Grandfather told me stories setting on the front porch when I was a young girl. I listened but I didn't store much of it.
He told me about crossing a river in a covered wagon. He told me about settling in Dale IL. and building a log Cabin there. It was still there in 1957 when I was a grown women. He told me about the deaths of his first three children,
Martha, Carrie and Frances. He said he missed Frances the most because he lived longer than the other two. He told me two died of Cholera and one of Milk Fever because Grandma nursed the child when she was overheated from hoeing the garden one hot summer day, I think they had to move from Dale because the River flooded their land. I don't know what year. I loved my grandpa. I loved the way he smelled, I think it was Old Hickory Tobacco. He smoked a pipe. He was a good gentle man. I remember one time in church when he sang a song without accompaniment. It was "I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger, Traveling through this world of woe. Hear there's no sickness, toil nor danger ,in that bright land to which I go. I'm going there to meet my father, I'm going there no more to roam. I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home. It was so moving , There were several verses. I hope he comes to meet me when I go.
I was born after grandma Annie died so I never knew her, but I knew Dora his second wife. I remember where they lived on 12th Street. They were on a corner and they had a brick sidewalk that I tripped on twice and cut my head open in the same place. Had to have stitches. Dora gave me sliced apple sandwiches. She always had food on the Kitchen table with a table cloth laid over to keep dirt and flies off. It always smelled so good in her kitchen and the bath room smelled like Life boy soap. They had a BIG grandfather Clock in the entrance hall that chimed. She had a grown son named Johnny and I was enamored by him. (I think he spoiled me) I was two or three years old.
Clara ,his third wife was another story. I think I saw her once. She must have had a mental problem because she came after grandpa with a knife. She was sent to a nursing home or an institution. I don't know which. Thats when grandpa came to live with us a while. He had a little farm south of the Waltonville Road and he lived alone in a Cabin there. He had two old mares that were named Gee and Haw. They were blind. He raised geese and chickens. The Geese put my brother and I over the fence many times . Grandpa started his baby chicks in the cabin behind the stove until they got feathers. Grandpa hitched up the horses one day and put some hay on a flat bed trailer and came to town and picked up his Grandchildren. My brother, sis and I and as I remember he went up a few blocks and picked up my cousins, I don't know if all of them were with us. We went on a hay ride to the woods and picked Hickory nuts or Persimmons or something like that . It was fun but I never was one for the out doors. Didn't like spiders , snakes or mosquitoes. Still don't!! After my son was born Grandpa used to walk all the way across town to see him from the nursing home he was living in. He said he looked just like my Dad. (Edward his son). He came several times that spring. A cyclone or a tornado hit the Nursing home that Spring. It really shook Grandpa up. One day in March or April, he checked himself in the Hospital and when Dad asked the Doctor what was wrong with him the Doctor said "old age, he came here to die." Dad was there when he passed. Grandpa asked Dad who that was standing in the doorway and Dad looked but no one was there, and he told him that no one was there, Grandpa smiled and said they have come to take me and he laid back and died.That was April 15,1958.
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