History of Beatrice Carlisle Mitchell
By Lavinia Mitchell Lythgoe, daughter
My mother, Beatrice Carlisle Mitchell, was the eighth child born to John G. Carlisle and Margaret Adelaid [sic] Kewley on April 13, 1882, at the log cabin home in Logan, Cache County, Utah. She was born a tiny baby. Aunt Lilly told us that they put her in a quart cup and put the lid on, just to see how tiny she was.
When she reached twelve years of age she had false teeth. They fit perfectly, for no one knew she had them, not even her husband, until sometime after their marriage. When she was twelve years old her mother decided to send her out to learn dress making. As she made her way to her destination, she often had to rest by the wayside. One day as she sat by the window, sewing, an old Danish woman, who lived next door, tapped on the window and motioned for her to come to her house. She gave her a cup of coffee and a sweet roll. It made her feel better so she could go on sewing the rest of the day. This little woman then tapped on her window each day that she was there, at 4:00 oíclock to come to her house. This started mother drinking coffee. Beatrice had many friends. She belonged in the High Society Group of Logan, Utah, and other groups too. One evening, when she was seventeen, she had a heart attach while dancing at a social event. There was a doctor there who went to her rescue. He said she wasnít to dance anymore. She had to stay home in bed for several months. Her friends visited her often, and took her riding in their fringed surrey around town.
Sister Thatcher was the oldest daughter of Brigham Young. She was a polygamist wife. She lived in a large home there in Logan. She was a very good woman. She was a friend to all the young people in town. They could go to her with their problems any time, and she always knew what to do. Her home was always filled with young girls whom she took in. Beatrice was a friend of these girls and went to this home often. She was always invited to all the parties and socials they had. Whenever new fashions were introduced in the big stores in Logan, Sister Thatcher would buy her girls some and Beatrice was always included. She had many good times at the home of Sister Thatcher. I remember being there a few times as a child.
Beatrice had a very close friend, Lula Curtis, who had a brother, John, that she became engaged to be married to. About this time, Mother and her friend, Gladys, were making themselves a beautiful dress to wear to a special dance, which was coming up soon. Just before the dance, her fiancéís grandfather died, so he told her they couldnít go to the dance. She couldnít see why it was necessary to stay home from the dance, so she and her friend went anyway. So her fiancé cut the engagement. Later he wanted to make up and renew the engagement, but Mother wouldnít do it.
About this time Alfred Mitchell came home to Logan from Oregon. Mother and her girl friend sat in the apple tree and threw apples at Alfred and his girl friend as they sat under the apple tree.
One day Mother was at a dance in the ward and the Mitchell brothers were there, three of them, Frank, Milton, and Alfred. Frank and Milton hunted Mother up and wanted to introduce her to their brother, Alfred, and asked her to please be a friend to him so he would stay home now. So she danced with him, and this was the beginning of their courtship.
Alfred kept asking her to marry him, but she didnít want to; she turned him down. He kept coming to see her and asked her over and over. She always said, "No." Still she said "No!" He always came back. She talked to her father and mother about this and her father said they would pray about it and let her know. So, they said, the answer is yes, marry him.
Before they were married, Mother cooked a dinner all herself and invited him to come. They were married in the Logan Temple on November 19, 1902.
The first place they lived was in "River Heights," just out of Logan. Mother said the little house they lived in was the nicest place they lived in after they were married. Dad had a one-seated buggy with a very spirited nice-looking horse. Dad was real handsome and liked to dress up and look good. He was twenty-three years old and Mother was a very beautiful young lady of nineteen years.
Beatrice was their first child. She was born in "River Heights," on September 5, 1903. Grandfather Carlisle owned a small duplex next to their home. Mother and Dad lived in half of this at the time I was born, on September 13, 1905.
When Margaret was born, on November 3, 1908, we lived on Main Street in an upstairs apartment over John H. Andersonís Mercantile Store. Mother was pregnant with Marg when Dr. Henry Campbell came to town from Missouri. He was a big, fine looking man and a great doctor. He and his wife Ora rented an apartment next to ours. He took care of Mother when Marg was born, and during her pregnancy. He was our doctor from then on. We all loved him. He gave Mother "Twilight Sleep" to bring Marg. When he first saw me, he took me on his lap and massaged my head to get it in place. After the birth I had, it was all out of shape. He said it should have been done sooner. I was two and a half then. Every day he came in and rubbed my head. He got it looking lots better.
I can remember when Marg was born. Mother was sitting up by her bed and Dr. Campbell sent a big platter of food for her to eat. I stood by her and watched her eat it, wishing I could have some, but al she gave me was a little piece of banana. Later, she had a nurse come to take care of her and baby. I was wanting to get in bed with Mother, but the nurse wouldnít let me. She picked me up and said, "Look at the new baby laying by your mama." I shut my eyes and wouldnít look at her. I was three years old then. While Mother was in bed, Beasie, five years old, told me my prayers as I kneeled by her knees.
I never would look at Marg or pay any attention to her until she was six months old. I can remember looking at her then. We were all going with M. some place. We were all ready and waiting for M. Aunt Lill was holding the baby. She had a bonnet and jacket on and was smiling, and I went up to her and loved her. I can remember how she looked to this day. I remembered thinking how very cute she was, and I didnít know what to do about it!
I remember when Marg was six or eight months old, Dad took Mother and baby on the train to Salt Lake City to visit his married sister, Ella Burton. She hadnít met M. before. They didnít receive a very good reception, so M. never cared much for Aunt Ella. Before they took off for Salt Lake, Aunt Lill, Motherís sister, an old maid, came and took Beasie and I over to Grandma Carlisleís and took care of us while they were gone. Aunt Lill slept in a large bed in Grandmaís front room. Beasie and I slept with her that night. When they were arranging for this, I heard Grandma say to Mother, "Do you think Vinnie will be good and go to sleep in a strange bed?" Mother said, "Oh yes! She goes to sleep the minute her head hits the pillow!" So, that night, when Aunt Lill had us ready for bed, we were to kneel at the side of the bed and say our prayers. Beasie kneeled and said hers to herself without saying a word or moving her lips. So I did the same thing. I kneeled there as long as I thought it took Beasie, said "Amen" and got up (Beasie was five and a half years, and I was three and a half years). Well, Aunt Lill put me in bed first, so I remembered that I went to sleep when my head hit the pillow. I shut my eyes, and laid there waiting, and pretended to be asleep. Pretty soon Aunt Lill and Beasie got into bed. But I wasnít asleep. Soon I began squirming and had poor Aunt Lill up half the night, up and down, putting us on the chamber and getting us a drink of water. Mother, Dad and baby came home the next night and I remember feeling so bad because we had to go home so soon.
Dr. Campbellís wife, Ora, had her first baby, and [the] only child she ever had. His name was ĎCecil,í a strong, good-looking boy. At this time they moved out north of Logan a ways in a little house of their own. As we grew older, Beasie and I and Marg walked over to visit them in their new house.
Before our first brother, Alfred, was born, Beasie and I decided we just could not have a brother, because he would fall down the stairs! I was five years old when he was born. The day he was born I remember going with Aunt Lill to town to get something they needed. We stood at the crossing waiting to go across, I held tight to Aunt Lillís hand, and thinking how smart I was, and important, because I was five years old and I had a baby brother!
Our baby brother didnít fall down the stairs, it was Marg who did. I canít remember how old she was, but Mother had been away and Marg must have heard her come in and start up the stairs, for she ran to the top of the stairs. I was right behind her, but couldnít stop her. She tried to get to Mother and fell! Mother was just starting up the stairs, saw her coming, and sat down on the stairs and caught her as she fell! Neither one was hurt, just shook up! After that we kept a ladder across the top of the stairs.
When Alfred was nine months old (his birthday is June 20, 1919, so it was spring), Dad sent Mother, baby and I to a little town out of Logan a ways (I canít remember the name of it) for a visit to Aunt Lula. She was a very dear friend of Motherís. Her name was Alan [maybe her husbandís name?]. She had two girls, but only one at this time, her name was Millie. She was a year older than me and a year younger than Beasie. They lived on a farm. We went on the train one morning near the last of March. It was a bright sunshiny day! Aunt Lula met us at the depot in a one-seated buggy with one horse. She took us to her home, a little ugly looking house built near the street, but all alone with no near neighbors. I can see it in my mindís eye. There was a step leading to the front door, with dry weeds growing close to the house and for miles around.
Millie didnít like it because I was there without Beasie. She wanted me to go to Primary with her. They were having a party of some kind at the little park down the street from where she lived. I didnít want to go, but I started out with Millie. She handed me a sack with a little something to eat in it. We came to the park, she went in and I stopped, threw my sack to her and went back to her house. As I ran to the front door, I saw Mother standing inside the screen. She said, "Oh, Vinnie, kneel down and pray for me quick! Iím going to die!" So I went down on my knees and prayed for her. After this I remember sitting with Mother in the front room, watching Baby Alfred learn to walk around the couch. Mother seemed all right (after we got home I heard Mother telling different ones how I saved her life). We were to stay two weeks at Aunt Lulaís but we stayed one week! I wanted to go home so bad! One reason was I couldnít wait to tell Beasie what I had been doing there. Next thing I remember was, we were riding in Aunt Lulaís buggy to the depot. Aunt Lula was trying to get me to change my mind and stay a while longer, but I wouldnít give in. Soon we were home. Aunt Lill was there with Beasie and Margaret. They were getting the apartment all cleaned up, because Dad was giving a party. Mother knew nothing about it. She was hurt when she found out. We arrived home just in time to stop it. Dad called it off. Beasie and Marg didnít like us getting home in time to stop the party. They wouldnít talk to me nor let me tell them anything I did.
One day about this time Dad brought home a small phonograph. Clara Jensen (a good friend of Motherís) brought us a record to play. She played it for us. One side was "Over the Waves," the other side was a woman singing. Clara asked us which side we liked the best, Mother, Beasie and me. I liked "Over the Waves" best and the others liked the lady singing best. I still love that song to this day. In fact I have "Over the Waves" to play on my stereo now.
I remember when Beasie and I were little kids, and Margaret too, on a Sunday afternoon, when we lived in Logan, in an apartment on Main Street. Mother put clean white cloth on our round dining table, waiting for Father to come home. Mother had nothing to eat for us. Dad came in and saw nothing ready to eat and was angry at Mother for not having anything. He got a sweater for Beasie, Marg and I, and said, "Come on, weíll go down town and eat." He didnít tell Mother to come, so I wouldnít go. Beasie and Marg put on their sweaters and walked out with Dad.
One night a fire broke out in the apartment next to ours. Dad smelled the smoke and saw the fire, called the fire department, then woke us all up, told us to dress and pick one of our belongings to take with us in case the fire got worse. Dad pulled his trunk out by the door (it held all his important papers). I could not decide which of my things to take, I loved them all! My books, my drawings and crayons and paper, or my dolls. Fortunately we didnít have to choose, for they got the fire out in time. It was sort of disappointing though, not to be able to live some place else!
When I was a little girl, I remember two different incidents wherein Mother pushed the baby in a buggy and Margaret and I walked, Beasie was in school then, for it was in the daytime, down to Grandpa and Grandma Carlisleís. This, the first incident, as we walked through the gate and up the walk to the front steps, we could see Grandpa sitting by the front window and he didnít move or turn his head to see us. Mother ran quickly in the house and into the kitchen cupboard, got a small bottle of brandy. She pried Grandpaís mouth open and got some of this under his tongue and brought him out of it! He was in a coma. The second incident that I remember, we went around to the back door, and Grandpa was standing by the well in a coma. I remember Grandma and Aunt Lill being there, too. Mother went rushing in the house and came out with something which she gave to Grandpa and brought him out of it. Grandpa Carlisle was a tall, well-built man, and as I remember him then, he had a lot of white hair.
Soon after this, Grandma took very sick with pneumonia. She was expected to die. When Grandpa saw this he gave up, and went to bed beside her. He laid there dying while Grandma was recuperating from her sickness. Mother took us children down there one evening to see him and saw goodbye before he died. Aunt Lill was very sick at that time too, they expected to lose her, too. I remember crying a lot because I didnít want Aunt to die, she was like a second mother to me.
When Mother was a little girl she had a lot of toothache[s], she found comfort by sitting on her fatherís lap. When she was twelve years old, they had all her teeth removed. She waited quite some time for the new set. When they were ready, they put the full set in all at once. That night she went to a party and ate what she wanted. She never had a bit of trouble with them. Dad didnítí know she had false teeth until long after they were married, and she didnít have her teeth changed for twenty years after marriage.
Finally Dr. Campbell told Dad he had to get his family out of that upstairs apartment before we all got sick, for we needed the sunshine and fresh air more than we were getting. So Dad put a down payment on a house that was being built, and while it was being built we moved in with Grandma Carlisle and Aunt Lilly. Francis was the baby at that time, and nine months old. Grandma would go in her room and shut the door when she got tired. When Mother got dinner ready she would say, "Tell Grandma to come to dinner," and Francis would crawl as fast as he could to her door. He would sit against her door and call, "Ma! Ma! Ninna!" and she would come. He was so cute! We loved living there with Grandma, all but Mother. She didnít because Dad and Aunt Lilly didnít get along. For instance, one morning Dad came in the kitchen with a gunny sack of grain. Mother said something to him and he hit her on the back with the sack of grain and knocked her down. Aunt Lilly came rushing in and grabbed Dad around the neck and dug her fingernails in until the blood came. Aunt Lilly went back into her bedroom and stayed there and "us kids" were given strict orders not to go near for we might get hurt if we did! I remember feeling so bad to think I couldnít go near her, my own dear Aunt Lilly! Finally I did get to her side and tried to love her better. After this Mother had a floating kidney, according to Dr. Campbell.
While we lived here, which was nine months, we had chicken pox. Beasie had it the worst. The doctor said it was as near like small pox as it could be! She was very sick, they quarantined her in the back bedroom and only Mother could go near her! One day Dad came home for lunch, Mother wasnít home, I was! It was a sunny day in June. I stood in the front door when Dad came home. He saw I had one pock mark on my forehead, in my hairline. It didnít hurt and I wasnít sick. Dad made me go to bed and stay there. He said I had the chicken pox. I felt so bad to think I had to go to bed in the middle of the day, when I wasnít sick. I thought he was the meanest dad in the whole world! I was eight years old.
Finally our house was ready to move into. It was a nice house and we liked it. Dad brought home a gunny sack full of hard rolls from an eating place in town. Us kids were always chewing on these rolls. We didnít have much to eat in those days. I remember that Mother wanted Grandma C., her mother, to visit her in her new home. She kept at her and at her, until she finally gave in and came to visit her. Grandma never went anywhere. It was hard for her to walk. She visited with us only a few minutes and went back home. Mother was quite disappointed, and never asked her to come again.
Grandma Carlisle was among those pioneers who left too late to get here before the snows fell. She came with a handcart company who had a hard time to get here. Most of them died. Grandma was one of those found freezing in the mountains. One man went ahead of the posse, sent by Brigham Young to bring them in. He arrived on a big white horse, brought them some food, and doctored them. This was when Grandma had her frozen toes cut off. This was the reason she had a hard time walking. Grandpa Carlisle was one of the posse sent by Brigham Young to bring these people in. Grandma Kewley was very young and needed care. Brigham Young told John Carlisle to marry her, which he did. He was twelve years older than she was.
At our new home, we soon had plenty of friends to play with. Up to now I hadnít gone to Sunday School or Primary without Beasie. One Primary day Beasie didnít want to go, and I wanted to so bad that I went by myself. I was very proud of myself for having gone without her. But it would have been better if I hadnít wanted to either, because there was one girl there who was found scaling from scarlet fever and wore globes to hide it. So the president of the Primary put everyone there under quarantine for two weeks. I was so unhappy because I had to miss school. As a result of this, we all had scarlet fever. Beasie and Alfred had it the worst. Poor Mother had to stay home and take care of five sick children. Dad was quarantined out. To top it all off, she was pregnant. She had morning sickness so bad she couldnít eat anything but tea and toast.
This was the time that Mother taught Beasie and I to tat. It was fun for us and kept us busy.
Mr. Murdock, a friend of Mother and Dad who owned Murdockís Candy Kitchen on Main Street in Logan, talked Dad into going to Lewiston, Utah, to supervise a new Candy Kitchen which he was building and wanted Dad to be the manager of it. So Dad went and took little four year old Alfred with him while he was overseeing the building. When it was ready to move into, Dad came home and broke the news to Mother that we were moving to Lewiston! Mother being pregnant made it real hard for her to move again, but she did it.
In Lewiston there were two large two-story homes built exactly alike, next door to each other. They belonged to a polygamist who had two families. The second wife lived with her grown son in the second home. So she and Dad got together and decided to exchange homes; she would go to Logan and live in our home and we would move into her home, which we did. Mother had fruit, jam and jelly put up for winter which she left there, thinking it would be safe until we got back. When we did, it was all used up. This woman had fruit, jams and jelly in her basement too, but Mother didnít use hers. She wanted to very much but didnít think she was supposed to. Well, we lived in Lewiston about two years.
Dadís new place of business was "Murdockís Candy Kitchen." They sold candies, sandwiches, drinks and ice cream. It had a dance hall in back of the kitchen. In the middle they had small, round tables with chairs so customers could sit down and have ice cream or sandwiches, etc. A woman by the name of Lula Telford, who lived next door to the place, helped Dad in the Candy Kitchen. Beasie and I went to school and on Saturday Beasie also helped in the kitchen.
I started school in the fall. When winter came it was so cold and so much snow I got tonsilitis and was so sick for so long that Dad wouldnít let me go to school any more that year.. So I got to help Mother. Francis was two years on September 17th. Mother didnít feel well, so I had the job of taking care of him. He was so cute and so good! He had a language all his own. When he watched the rain come down on the outside of the window, he would say, "Voo, dee a niney down dee!" He called water and anything to drink, Dee a niney, and niney meant food. One day as he was looking throught he window he saw a motorcycle go by. He said, "Voo, a bumble bee buggie!"
Alfred was four years old. One day when Beasie and I were tending the little kids while Mother went to the Candy Kitchen to help Dad for a little while, Alfred got angry over something and said he was going to the Candy Kitchen to find Mother. We followed him out to the gate, trying to stop him, but we couldnít the snow was as deep as he was tall. He had no coat on, and he fell on his face in the snow every other step. We watched him until we couldnít see his head bobbing up and down in the snow.
One day Mother was resting in her rocking chair and Beasie was at school. There was a door which opened into the room where Mother sat which led upstairs to the bedrooms. All at once there was a big noise and a bump against this door. It frightened and upset Mother, being pregnant and not well. (I ran to Motherís side, thinking I would comfort her and tell her not to worry, that I would take care of everything!) When I got to her I said nothing. I opened the door and there was a mattress and quilts off the beds all against the door. It didnít fall out when I opened it, but we couldnítí get up the stairs. Alfred had gotten them off the bed and pushed them down the stairs. He said we were going to move back to Logan. Every day he would play the couch was a wagon. He piled all the chairs and anything else he could on top of it, and he would sit on the arm as the driver, saying, "We are moving to Logan." At Christmas time Grandpa and Grandma Mitchell gave Beasie, Margaret and I each a small trunk to keep our dollsí clothes in. Margaretís was red, Beasieís was green and mine was gold. Well, Alfred went upstairs and opened a window and threw Margís trunk out of it.
During that cold winter, every night for supper we ate large slices of Motherís homemade bread and butter with raw onions, white, crispy and juicy, and a glass of creamy milk! We ate a whole hundred-pound sack of onions that winter.
Dad moved Motherís bed down from the upstairs bedroom into the front room, which was the parlor, and made her bedroom there. So Francis couldnít sleep by Mother any more. So they made a bed for him in a small room which was in the turn of the stairs. I had to lay by him and get him to sleep every night.
It was time for Mother to have her baby. Dr. Campbell was sent for. He came and canceled all his appointments and left word with his office that he was not to be disturbed on any consideration. He stayed at our house and at Motherís side until Clara was born. All the anesthetic he could give Mother was a little brandy because of her heart. She had a very bad time. Clara was a long time coming because the cord was wrapped many times around her neck. She would get to the opening and then be flipped back again. When she finally made it, they wrapped her in a blanket and weighed her. She weighed three and a half pounds. There was one thing wrong with her, one little finger ended at the first knuckle. Then came the raising of her, and it wasnít easy! Mother did an excellent job all by herself with Heavenly Fatherís help, and without whom she never could have made it. Clara was fed with a dropper. Her mouth and throat were so small, Mother had to be so careful or she would choke. Sometimes while being fed she would choke and turn blue all over! Mother would call us all to come and kneel down and pray for her. Then the Lord would bring her back. Mother said, so many times, she thought sure she was gone. All the clothes she had for Clara were so big! So Mother had me take a piece of flannel and cut a nightgown to fit her and sew it up by hand. Then Mother cut some smaller blankets and I hemmed them. Beasie was going to school and working for Dad at the Candy Kitchen. I crocheted a bonnet for Clara, which I still have.
I turned ten years old on September 13 before Clara was born. (By the way, Clara was born on January 12, 1916.) On my birthday Mother gave me a dress she made me out of some pink material that Grandma Mitchell gave Margaret for Christmas. Mother started making it for Marg and I made tatting to go around the neck and sleeves; but when she got it made it was too big for Marg and it fit me. I dressed up in it and went with Beasie to the Candy Kitchen because they were going to have a dance. Beasie was staying for it and Dad said because it was my birthday, I could come too. I was all excited about it! After they got everything ready for it, something happened, I didnít know what, and they couldnít have it! Beasie and I walked home alone in the dark.
While Mother was still in bed from having Clara, Dad brought the woman home one night with him to introduce her to the family. Her name was Lula Telford. She was the one who helped him in the Candy Kitchen. Dad asked Mother if she would give her consent for him to marry her in polygamy. She said she would not! And none of the family wanted it either, and Francis, who was next to the baby, wouldnít have a thing to do with her. So Dad just took her home and said no more about it.
At Thanksgiving and Christmas time we arranged for Aunt Lilly to come to Lewiston. We enjoyed having her so much! I remember Thanksgiving dinner. We had a nice big goose which Dad got somewhere, and Mother cooked it, and it was delicious! Mother was a good cook. She had everything that went with a Thanksgiving dinner. Beasie and I were so full we laid on the floor and rolled! We had a very nice Christmas too. We had a big Christmas tree, trimmed beautifully, like it was every year. We each got something very nice. I got a new doll. Christmas morning I found a china doll sitting on our little rocking chair by the tree. Its head and body were china. Its legs, arms and head turned. It was so beautiful I didnít know what to do with it! It had a beautiful face, its eyes were big and blue and moved, its eyelashes and eyebrows and hair were black and the hair was curly. It had a beautiful dress and underthings. I had never had one like it before. I felt sorry for my old doll, which had long red hair and a cloth body. So I played with my old doll all day and once in a while I would stop and take my new doll on my lap and look at it a while, then put it back and go on playing with my old doll. Aunt Lill went home soon after Christmas. We hated to see her go.
Finally the people in our house in Logan wanted to move back to their home in Lewiston. We were so happy to get home again! Dad told Mother if she wanted to stay in Logan she would have to find a place to rent because we had to give up our new home, because the owner, Bro. Gabrilson, was putting us out, I guess for lack of money. Mother was determined to find something. She hunted every day for a place, but to no avail! Finally, she talked to Bro. Jacobson, who was a druggist in town. He agreed to let us live in his house which he had just had built for his wifeís sake because she was sick of living in her old brick home. We couldnít see why because it looked so nice on the outside. It was next to the new house, in back of it, with a driveway between them, and a fence between. This house we moved into was new and beautiful, had a nice lawn around it, a fence all around it. It also had a front porch all across the front and a nice big window. I remember how we all loved it! After we moved in, Dad bought a player piano, with some beautiful records to play. When Dad got it home, we all wanted to play it. No one knew how, but Alfred, our little brother, who was five years old! Even Dad couldnít start it. Alfred came along, got down and opened it up, underneath, and opened the front and showed us how to do it. I was playing a record on evening, and when it was over, I got up and heard a lot of clapping out on the porch. I looked out and found some boys my age out there. They wanted me to play more. They thought I was playing it by hand! They had never seen a "player piano" before.
In this house we lived on the corner and across the street was the ward house. It was the 6th Ward. We loved it. We lived here less than a year when we had to move. So we moved over on the next street, about the third house from the corner. It wasnít a very nice house. It had an upstairs in it. I turned eleven years in this house. Mother gave me a party, the first one I had. I had a wonderful time! Here I had my first date. George Russell, age twelve, invited me to go to a movie in town one afternoon. Mother let me go. ĎTwas Saturday afternoon, and they always had three shows together for 10 cents. Charlie Chaplin was in one of them. We liked it. George bought us each a bag of peanuts.
This house had a turn landing on the stairs. On this landing I had a large pasteboard box that I kept my drawing paper and pencils and crayons, paste, scissors and anything I needed to make things. I would slip away whenever I could and sit up there and make things for the other kids, and when Mother went shopping or visiting her friends, I would have what we called a "fish pond" for the kids to amuse them. I had a long string with a safety pin on the end. The children would take turns holding the other end and throw the pin over the sheet and I would pin their gift tot he string and they would pull it over and take it off and hand it to the next one. It kept the children interested and busy. Some tings I made that I remember were, I drew and painted and cut out of paper and pasted on cardboard and cut that out around it and put a flap on the back so it would stand up, it was a foot high. Another thing I remember making was a team of horses and a wagon. That thing I made, a foot high, was Charlie Chaplin.
Dad decided one day to buy an old house and fix it up. It was Sister Tarbetís old house. Her husband had died and she had built herself a new one somewhere else. Next to her old house was a vacant piece of ground, which her married daughter was building a new house on. Every afternoon she would push her baby boy over in a buggy so she could superintend the building. Of course we all went over to see the baby. We learned after that her baby was coming down with scarlet fever. We were all exposed to it.
There was a grade school across the street that Margaret and Alfred went to. Beasie went to high school a little farther away. I was in the sixth grade at Woodruff school.
Dad raised only potatoes in his garden. They did well. He dug them and sacked them all and stored themin the basement, or cellar.
They all came down with the scarlet fever except Margaret and I. Mother had us play outside very day to keep us from getting it. When they were all well, I came down with it! Margaret never did get it. Mother had to stay home and take care of all of us herself. Beasie and I had it the worst. The health officer came out and put a bright yellow flag on our house. When people saw that they ran across the street, they wouldnít even walk past our house, they were so afraid of it! No one came near to offer Mother any help of any kind! Relief Society or anyone! Except Aunt Lill!
When we moved in this house, a young, single man lived in one large room. He had a small stove in there to keep him warm in the winter time and cook on top of it. He moved out and left his stove in there. Beasie and I slept in a big bed together in this room. This was the only stove Mother had in the house.
When the apples were on, Aunt Lill walked up the hill carrying a white sack of apples over her shoulder. She couldnít even come in the yard. We had a fence and a gate across the front of our place. She would dump the sack of beautiful red apples over the fence on our lawn and we would all scramble to get the prettiest and biggest. None of them were ever wormy! I got to save four; they were too pretty to eat. I saved four of the best apples, put them high up so the little kids wouldnít get at them. I never got to eat one because Alfred got them all and ate them. He loved apples! Aunt Lill would talk to us a while and then walk back home. She was like a second mother to us.
Then one day this man came and took his stove! Mother got hold of Dad some way and he came and brought a big pot belly stove and made a fire in it to keep us warm. It had a place on top to put a tea kettle or a pan to cook in. All Mother had to cook was potatoes. She cooked them different ways for us to eat on top of that stove. She used all her flour, so she couldnít make bread any more. When Beasie was recuperating from scarlet fever, her eyes were so bad that Mother was afraid she would be blind! So she got hold of Dad and he brought his father, Grandpa Mitchell, over and he brought some alcohol and stood at the foot of Beasieís bed and threw some alcohol from his hand into her eyes. Her eyes got better.
One night when I was sick, I was out of my head with the fever, I jumped out of bed and went running through the house screaming, "Iím in heaven! Iím in heaven!!" Mother came running out of her bed, from the back porch. I jumped up on her. I donít know how Mother stood it all! She never got cross or mean with any of us. She was always kind and loving.
Then at last, one day, here came the "health officer" to take down the flag! We were so happy! He looked us all over, except me. I stood close to Mother, hoping he wouldnít. He asked to see everyoneís hands but mine! I was scaling on my hands, which is the last place you scale with scarlet fever. Mother kept me home until I was all over it. It was the night before Thanksgiving Day, and Grandpa Mitchell came over and left us a 50 pound sack of flour and a large turkey! We were so happy for now Mother could bake some bread again!
Thanksgiving morning we were all up early. Mother made her wonderful dressing for the turkey. Then she got ready and loaded the turkey in our baby buggy and went down to Grandma Carlisleís to bake it! We all wanted to go too, but Mother wouldnít let us. I canít blame her, for it was the first time she had been off the place for such a long time, and I think she wanted to get away from us kids for a rest.
"I never heard mother complain nor speak a cross word, I donít know how she stood it!"
We watched for Mother to come back with the turkey all day! Finally we saw her coming, and were so happy! Then of course we all went in and ate! I donít know where Dad was that day, nor why he wasnít with us.