Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Derek Memories (38th Birthday Edition)

It happened to be birthday 38 when these memories resurfaced. Wendy shared some journal entries from 1981, when we first learned that Derek would be joining the family. An email chain ensued ...

November 10, 1981 announcement (written February of 1982 in retrospect):
Oh my word! I can’t believe I forgot this! It happened on Jennifer’s (11th ) birthday on Nov. 10. (I mean we got the news then). Jenny excitedly opened one of her presents and she read it and started jumping around yelling, “Oh boy! Just what I wanted!!” I kept yelling “What! What! What is it!” Jenny showed me the card and it read, “On May 13 you will have a new baby brother or sister!!!” We passed the card around so everyone could read it and we were all laughing. We hoped for a girl but the amtesase (or however you spell it) (amniocentesis) showed it would be a boy! Oh well! Better, than nothing! We are all excited for him!
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I sure that will make you feel great that you were "better than nothing," ha ha (coming from a 13 girl wanting another baby sister). But in all truth, after everything our family had been through, I doubt any family was more nervous, excited, and thrilled than our family was to be having another baby on the way!! 
A few more... 
June 6, 1982: Derek was blessed today! All of the cousins came to watch. He looked so cute. After the blessing Dad held him up and then Derek lifted up his head and then it fell, kerplunk! Then the cousins came over and ate dinner here. 
October 2: Derek has started learning forward all the time in his swing now, he looks so funny! Twice he fell asleep leaning forward with his head on the tray. He even chews and sucks on the tray.
October 4: Derek’s getting a little more hair now but not much! It goes down on the top of him head and curls up in back, it looks cute. He is starting to laugh now and sounds funny and cute. He makes lots of noises too. (Has conversations with himself) full of goos and gurgles. 

Jen added some memories as well ...

... and these pictures are from my childhood photo album. I might have taken the originals back in the day. I don't believe these are in Dropbox, and I'm wondering if any of you have seen these ones before!

I don't think I was keeping a journal at this age, but I remember this. For quite a while I said Derek was MINE because of this ... I got him for my birthday (just had to wait for delivery). I remember thinking we'd keep him flexible (as he could so easily touch his toes and such) ... but I think baby bodies are just proportioned differently! I remember trying to get him to say his own name properly~

Say "Der"    (he'd say "Der")
Say "Ick"  (he'd say "Ick)

We'd do it a little faster ...

Say "Der"    (he'd say "Der")
Say "Ick"  (he'd say "Ick)

Say Derek ... he'd yell "gigick"

... but of course, then we called him Dunk




Mom added a few more memories ...

Funny! Yes, I do remember him calling himself "gigick" and us calling him Dunk, though I am not sure where that came from. Remember how instead of sucking his thumb, he sucked his middle two fingers? I remember you telling him something like: "Yuck, if you are going to do that, at least wash your hands first!" And Wendy telling you, "Don't tell him that----it is just condoning it!" And remember how he would breathe so loud, if we ever couldn't find him, we would just listen, and find him asleep down in Chris's basement bedroom. We called him "Darth Vador" because that's how he sounded. We got his tonsils out at age 5 to solve the breathing problem and bought "The Little Mermaid" movie for him to watch. (Further tonsil memories ...Scott and Wendy got their tonsils out together and stayed one night at the hospital. Jeni and Shane got their tonsils out together and stayed one night at the hospital. Both times the younger child (abt. age 5) recovered much quicker than the older child.)

Monday, May 4, 2020

A Compilation of Cars



1982 - Silver Stationwagon

Mom: No car seat laws back then. We had a little "hookover" carseat in the middle of the front seat for Jeni. No bucket seats then. We put blankets in the far back behind the back seat for a play and sleep area. We sometimes would drive all night to get here, so that you kids would sleep most of the way---no ipads or DVDs or movies or computer games back then to entertain you kids. So traveling all night (14 hour trip the first years we were there, then with added freeways and highways, it got down to 12 hours) was easier on us in one way (kids asleep), but hard on us to not fall asleep ourselves when driving--I remember Dad taking caffeine tablets to help him stay awake. And I didn't dare go to sleep because I wanted to keep him talking and help him stay awake. Then when we got here and had to face the day with no sleep was hard. I remember my eyes would feel "burny" all that day.


Scott: I thought it was a 1972 Chevrolet Kingswood Estate station wagon with an Oldsmobile 454 engine. I learned to drive in that car. I remember floating over gravel roads out by Dugway (stake ranch) at 90 mph when I was probably 15. I remember the "far back". Never wanted to sit there.


Jen: I did NOT want to learn to drive. To make things worse, I had to both learn to drive, and learn a stick shift ... because we ONLY had stick shifts then. Whereas some parents might bribe their kids with "if you get A's in school, we'll let you get your license and drive the car" our parents had to say "you can't be in any more plays until you get your license!"  Mom would stop the car and get out and force me to drive home. Dad would trick me into turning onto the freeway. I eventually mastered it, although driving has always been an issue with me (and has again become worse in my old age). I never had my own car. Chris went on his mission and I was able to drive his Subaru while he was gone. Grayson and I bought our first car (a little Honda Accord for $2000) the day before we got married.

1989 - Too many cars for the driveway!

We need to get a good picture of the little blue truck. So few miles for its 20+ years. It's been borrowed by many a kid over the years. Just recently (2020), both Keaton and Adria tried out their "stick shift" abilities. 


In 2013 Mom and Dad bought a nice new Lexus. 
Then there was a bad accident. 
It's incredible that they weren't hurt. 
They replaced that Lexus with another Lexus - it had protected them well!


More cars from the Westra past ...


1962 - After the Wedding!

 1963
Mom: When I was a teen, I could name every car make and model on the road, but not anymore! I learned to drive down in Sanpete County when we visited grandparents. Safer because there weren't many cars on the road, but.......there were lots of herds of sheep in the road and you just had to slowly creep your car through them. But I had to learn on a stick shift and trying to slowly make my way through the sheep and me jerking trying to handle the gas, the brake, and the clutch, I was sure I was going to kill several sheep every time!!

Mom and Dad's first apartment on McClelland Street in 1962.
 Dad is standing in the doorway top right. The car is a 1958 Chevrolet.

1968 in Richland


 1971

Two cars at the Hermitage house. 1976.

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Home Snapshots Before Hermitage ...



A look back at some of the places the Westra's called home before Hermitage & Havenmoor


Memories from Mom: This is me in front of mine and Dad's first apt. in the upstairs corner of an 8-plex. We moved to Richland one year later, so this is probably 1962 after we were married on June 29, 1962 or possibly before we moved in June 1963, when I was 3 months pregnant with Scott. On McClelland St. (about 10th East, I think and north of 21st South, in Sugarhouse, east side of the street). Warm weather.

Dad wrote up some recollections earlier, and Wendy included them in the 50th wedding anniversary book she made. Here's a peek ...








Then the move to Washington, and the addition of kids!
Rainer Street in Richland Washington





in Spring

... and in snow.


In 2018 ... Derek and Danielle went to Washington for a wedding. While there, they tracked down these two homes and took pictures. "We found some time to go as a family over to Richland to drive by the two houses that Mom and Dad and the first four kids lived in in WA. Both houses have changed a lot. The red one has a new, pitched roof, but the brick and front of the house are the same. See the photos attached. The other house has been doubled in size since you rented it. I know, because I had this idea to be "hilarious" and to recreate the photo of Chris standing in the window as a toddler (with me as a grown adult) so I knocked on the door and the owner was happy to let me stand there like a baby against the glass - but the glass was too reflective so the photo didn't turn out. :) The new owner had lived there for 50 years and was very excited that someone was taking an interest in his house. He showed me all around and wanted to tell me about all the additions and improvements he had made. :)"


Check out "Home Sweet Norman Home" for Grandma Zada and Grandpa Rex's homes (which includes Mom/Margie's childhood home). A post about the Hermitage and Havenhill homes will be coming as well.

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Home Sweet Norman Home

Grandma Zada Norman and baby Nelva 1939

Rex and Zada got married in April 1938. They lived in Fairview for the first year. Their first apartment was one large room. A small bedroom and a little pantry. Grandma writes in her history that she used to hide behind the kitchen stove to bathe in a round tub.  Nelva was born there March 20, 1939.

Grandpa Rex wrote in his history ~  On July 13, 1938, I went to work for the State Road Commission and a highway survey crew. We were now able to rent us a house of our own in Fairview, for the amount of $5.00 a month. We did have to buy a kitchen range (coal) with a hot water reservoir attached. We lived there until the spring of 1939, at which time our first daughter, Nelva Loy was born. This was on March 20th, and eleven days later we moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah. We now had to pay $15.00 for our apartment. 

Then Rex got a job with Young & Smith Construction Company and they moved out to Thompson, Utah (near Green River). There wasn't adequate housing, so Rex and his father built a little trailer (pictured above) which became home and it was nice to have it on wheels ... as it traveled!

Rex wrote ~ The job was out in the middle of the desert at a railroad junction. There was no housing available there so Dad decided to build me a trailer house. As I had no money to buy material, I made arrangements with a lumber company for the materials and in return gave the trailer house as security for the loan. I went out to the job alone for the first week and lived, ate, slept and did my book work in the car. I came home after about 10 days and Dad had built the trailer except for some painting and the clearance lights. We worked late into the nights getting it ready and able to leave on Monday morning with all our possessions inside. 




After Thompson, they went to Emery. From Emery, they went to Rockville, which is at the entrance to Zions Park. They had lots of company and sometimes would have to eat in shifts in the little trailer.

From Rockville, they moved to Ogden and parked the trailer at Aunt Leolas. Then they moved into a (Zada's history says motel, Rex's says cabin) for a bit while the trailer house was used out at a job by Rex's Dad. The construction company didn't have any work after that, so Rex and Zada went back to Mt. Pleasant and parked the trailer at Rex's parent's house. 

When spring came, Rex had a job with Morrison & Merrill, paid $100 a month. They rented an apartment at 140 Girard Ave in Salt Lake City. Melvin and Berthell got a job nearby, and slept out back in the trailer house and Zada cooked for them. 

The war was on, and Rex was drafted. Zada had two little girls now (Margie born November 7, 1942) and was pregnant again. Zada moved in with Rex's parents in Mount Pleasant.  She ended up renting a house north of the Theater in Mt. Pleasant and Rex was able to come there a few times. That house was sold to become a car dealership, so they rented another house where Zada had a big garden. 

The war ended, and Rex was coming home. The owners of the home they were renting needed it back, so there was a scramble for somewhere new. They looked to Salt Lake and found an immaculate white frame house with red shutters at 4568 Boxelder Street in Murray. They bought it. 




They quickly replaced the old coal stove with natural gas. The school and church was about a mile away (a new church building was built later, which was much closer). There was a root cellar out back with a dirt floor and cement walls, it kept vegetables fresh all winter. There was a wooden play house above the cellar, where the kids would play. 

After Nelva graduated, they bought a lot and Zada's brother Bert built their home at 2665 Spring Hollow Drive. They moved in October 1959. Zada had a decorator from Sears come help get things set up just right.  This was the house that the Westra kids knew as "Grandma and Grandpa Norman's house". 



Memories from Jen: I remember the steep side slope on the West. We'd run down it going so fast! There was a covered cement patio with cushy chairs where we'd spend many evenings with family. Grandpa had a barbeque grill tied-in directly to the gas line, I hadn't seen that before, all other BBQs needed a propane tank. There was a peach tree and raspberry bushes. There was an elementary school nearby that we'd go play at when we visited. I remember the laundry chute ... dropping things down it to someone waiting below. There were poles down the stairs, and we kids would run down the stairs and grab the bottom pole and swing around. All except one of the cousins (Emily?) whose arm would pop out of socket if she did it. Sometimes some kids would stand on one side, and some on the stairs on the other side, and we'd pretend we were in jail. The old sewing machine with the foot pedal was there in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. The family room downstairs had some of Grandpa's deer heads/antlers hung on the wall. I remember Grandma's glass table in the living room ... I was always a little afraid someone was going to fall on it and break it! She had a lot of little breakable knick-knacks around too. I remember a little glass swan I loved to look at. Grandpa had collected rocks and polished them, and he had a nice arrowhead collection too.

Memories from Wendy: As a child, going to Grandma’s house always meant wonderful, delicious meals. I will never forget her wonderful home-made rolls! She filled a little blue bowl with home-made strawberry jam to spread on the piping hot rolls. Grandma had the most wonderful garden and we loved to pick raspberries at her house and fruit from her fruit trees. I’ll always remember how immaculate Grandma’s house was with everything in its place. I remember Christmas parties and family gatherings and playing with our cousins in Grandma's back yard. I remember rolling down the hill on the side of Grandma's house, blowing bubbles through spools, and bowling with milk jugs on her back porch.

... more memories? Send them to blackhambunch@gmail.com and I'll add them!

Monday, April 27, 2020

English 1010 - Keaton Writing Self-Portrait


College courses, English 1010 ... one assignment Keaton had (that I was aware of because he asked to brainstorm it with me, and it was during Covid when courses moved online and I was a little more in-tune with classes) was to write about HIS writing. There were several interesting examples (one gal wrote about her love of lists, another on limited communications during a river run). As we've featured the creative writing of several of the Westra/Norman clan, here's a peek at Keaton's final draft (originally written in MLA format but adjusted here) with some additional memorabilia at the end  ...

 Reviewing My Writing

My mother is heavily involved in reading and writing every single day. She reads nearly 200 books a year and writes reviews for each one. Voluntarily. For fun. She records her day-to-day happenings in a journal, sends out monthly email updates to extended family and writes frequent blog posts. My brothers and I did NOT inherit this same passion. I took this class (English 1010/Intro to Writing) because it was required. I’m writing this self-portrait, because it is required. As I reflected on my writing and gathered samples of my work to study, I realized that “required writing” has been a theme throughout my life. Writing was almost always an assignment aimed at a particular audience, not something I did for myself. Of course school required writing, but my mother also encouraged (well, forced) me to write a weekly journal entry or letters to my brother who had left home for two years. As mentioned above, my mother keeps a blog; on that blog I was able to find these journal entries, letters, and samples of my writing that she had saved. Aside from the obvious “assignment” issue, I noted trends in style, tone, punctuation and humor. These patterns running throughout my writing over the years is what I’ve been assigned to write about, so here goes …

I prefer writing in first person, using a casual/conversational tone often aimed at my anticipated audience, which was usually my mom, family and friends. Often I would use some unique words, terms or jargon that only family and friends would understand, like “Maga” (the name we call my grandma) and “Blackham-standard time”. My writing often comes across as if I was speaking to someone, telling them a story. While this is a traditional approach for a journal entry (Artifact 1) or a blog post (Artifact 3), essays and speeches are easier for me to write when I can just be myself. This presentation isn’t always acceptable for school assignments though. I had samples of my writing that were more formal, but I didn’t feel like including and analyzing them. My preference in writing style even affected which artifacts I chose to examine for this assignment. While one of my selections (Artifact 2) IS a school assignment, it is not a serious/formal one, as you will soon see.

One interesting thing I recognized in my writing was my unusual use of several forms of punctuation. Take parenthesis for example. I used parenthesis a lot. My use of parentheses goes along with the conversational tone I use. The things included within the parenthesis are quick explanations or asides, just like I would do if I was talking. I also appeared to really like exclamation points, especially in my younger years.. Writing some words in all caps is another thing I tended to use in my texts. In today’s digital age, all caps generally comes across as yelling. My usage was more for emphasis. I guess I could/should use italics, but I never have. I used ALL CAPS. I noticed that I would often include quotes in my writing, quoting myself much of the time, trying to capture the actual words I had spoken. Sometimes I would use quotation marks for emphasis, “air quotes” to make a point, and other times in the usual way, around titles in the text. In my younger years, I’d also use punctuation to make simple similes and such … this was in the olden days before emojis were a thing. My journal entries showcase some of these trends.

Artifact 1 - Journal Entries

I went ahead and labeled my youthful uses of punctuation, just in case anyone might have missed those exclamation points, especially in the final two samples. Beyond that, my journal entries fit into the other noted patterns: assigned writing, first person, casual/conversational tone. Humor is another thing I found in most of my writing. I feel like these journal entries show how I include humor when I write, but Artifact 2 does a better job of spotlighting that.

Artifact 2 - Poetry School Assignments


I’m not a writer of poetry, and that’s not even something my mom would make me do. This was a school assignment for my Language Arts class. Although I struggled at first, I ended up writing two different poems. I had just been through an allergy experience, and I used that recent situation for inspiration. Although it wasn’t funny at the time (okay, it actually was funny once I was a little drunk on Benadryl) humor is my go-to in life, and in writing. I like to make it fun for people reading, and I think it makes it more fun for me writing it too. Although humor is what is showcased best in this sample, it has a couple uses of my trending punctuation (an exclamation point and quotes) as well.

I probably wouldn’t have been able to find my poems if my mom hadn’t memorialized them on the family blog. A blog is a good way to keep track of not only personal histories, memorabilia/memories and of course, writing samples. Generally it’s my mom who writes the blog posts, but after I was the only one in our family to go on a trip to Disneyland with my cousins/aunts/uncles and Maga, she asked me to write up a recap of the trip. While this was a request (assignment), I was more than willing to do it. I sat at the computer and wrote, and wrote and wrote. This vacation has a special place in my memories, and I’m glad I have this recorded. Looking over the blog post, I was able to notice the patterns of punctuation, humor and tone in this more recent writing. I’ve included a small sampling below.

Artifact 3 - Blog Post/Vacation Memories
  • Clay was hoping to leave by about 7:30 and what that means to us Blackhams is 10:00 basically (yes, 10:00 is bright and early). Maga wanted to drive and wouldn't back down on the possibility of her grandson taking over (until later, muahaha).
  • And so began our journey of 14 hours on I-15 with frequent steps on the brake, and history lessons on the legends of Gordy, how Maga's life was growing up in California, and my pa when he had hair (which I believe to be a myth).
  • So, the first day we headed into Disneyland and immediately went to Indiana Jones. I was really excited because I've never been on in even though I've been to Disneyland at least two other times before. Aidan and Amare are excited because it's INDIANA JONES!
  • Everyone was pretty sore from walking all about the day before and Liv and I had the idea that we can use Joyce's wheelchair for Maga (that she so kindly laid out for us for this specific reason. Maga has been struggling with hip pain). Maga refused saying she can walk just fine. Yeah, sure Maga. We said we'll bring it just in case *wink wink.*
  • Turns out, you get into Disneyland a lot faster with a wheelchair so it was awesome! Blew by the line to get in, and everyone waiting in their normal people lines are like, "awww look at that! Grandson pushing Grandma so cute." And me and Maga are like, "muahahahahahaha suckas!"
  • I first went with Clay's family to Smuggler's Run, the new Star Wars Millennium Falcon ride and I (a Star Wars nerd) geeked out at about everything I saw (video here).
  • A GIANT corn dog later, Clay, the kids and I went on Pirate's for our last ride and then we get pictures, souvenirs, last moments and head home to sleep before the long drive back the following day.
  • Maga thought our hotel was absolutely treacherous, and she was right. But it was just for one night (bless Joyce's heart).
Writing for the blog post (Keaton Goes to Cali), and gathering artifacts from it for this assignment, I like the addition of pictures and even video (note the video link included in the bullet list above) along with written text. It is said “A picture is worth a thousand words” and as much as my mom likes reading and writing, she loves pictures too! One of my favorite pictures of all time was taken on this Disneyland trip.


It was interesting to gather these “textual artifacts” from my personal history. To look them over, analyze and try to find patterns. To reflect on my memories of how I felt when I was writing, of where I was writing (all three of these took place on the computer in the front family room), examine my writing process (I’d just sit in front of the computer and do it in one go) and how I feel looking back on them now. I also interviewed my mother, gathering her memories and observations (as she was always close by, to provide inspiration... or enforcement). I think my writing has evolved and improved from my journal entries written over four years ago, but I still saw some of the same patterns in the blog post which was written more recently (a few months ago), and they even appear in THIS essay written today!



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A couple years later, Cooper would take an English 1010 class (concurrent, while he was a senior). He received a very similar assignment (personal literacy narrative - link to his HERE).

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As Keaton and I had brainstormed and located visuals (or "artifacts" as required by his assignment), not all of them made it into the final draft. Here are a few more picture peeks into the writing life of a young Keaton Blackham.



Back before the kids all got their own laptops, the front room computer was the main place to work. If there happened to be a kitty on the chair, the children would NOT make him move but would instead squat or kneel to work at the computer (Mom would move him!)




I loved when the schools had the kids write up "journal" pages ...
original artwork and handwriting is a treasure!



Keaton and I remembered him being part of a special writing class at Columbia.
They "published" a book featuring the kids from the school district.



... and another featured on the family blog.

The boys loved to write little "books". When Keaton created this one, I needed a little help from him to interpret exactly what he meant (he knew!). I included the "translation" to the side ;)   




Sunday, April 12, 2020

Easter 2020

 

Easter was on April 12 in 2020.  It was Covid Easter! This was still pretty early on, but the big family party was definitely off, as group gatherings were discouraged. Derek's crew came out and did a little Easter egg hunt (see the picture of Grandma with the eggs/basket).  Scott's family, with Mitch and Kemery, and Taylee and Alyssa surprised the folks with a "Happy Easter" poster and a Calla Lilly plant. They visited in the yard. Turkey had been the Easter dinner for them, and for Shane's family. They also came out, bringing back the truck they'd borrowed, some left-overs and gluten-free Monster cookies. Again, they did the 6' apart visiting.

Wendy has more Easter pictures from her family on her blog (Easter 2020). The Blackham Bunch donned the bunny ears and recreated the ol'Westra tradition of  boxes of cereal for Easter. This is the last year Callahan would be home, as he'd be getting married and moving into his own home in a couple months. Stalking Alicia's Instagram, photos of the Linden Westras decorating eggs were discovered.

Jen was busy blogging last year, so it's easy to look back at all the past years when we had big celebrations in the Westra backyard. Check out the EASTER label for 2019-1996 and even earlier!



Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Quarantine!

Mom received an email from Cousin Nikki ...


Hi Margie and LaMar, I hope you are doing well during all this craziness. You might find this interesting. Years ago I went to Grandma and Grandpa Norman's house and they let me scan a bunch of photos in their albums. I remember Grandpa telling me about a time when their family was quarantined because they had caught an illness. He remembered being stuck at home for a while and he and his brother weren't allowed outside of their yard. Here is the picture of them during this time. Notice the cross in their window. He said that let people know the family had been quarantined. I think it was most likely the Spanish Flu. It seems like the math works out on the years.


Mom's Response~ Thanks Nikki! Ive never seen the first picture and the explanation of the cross on the door! Yes, on the terrible Spanish Flu in 1918, when Rex would have been about 3 and Gordon 18 months younger.  I remember when my Grandma Norman (Louella) told me that she and Herb were too sick to even care for the boys. And that it was the members of the Oddfellows and Rebekahs service organization that stepped in to help and care for them and their two little boys. Grandma said she doesn't know what they would have done without that help. So Grandma and Grandpa became members of the organization their whole life, as I remember, and held offices.

Taken from Herbert Lavar's Autobiography ...
That fall, along in November (1918) I took the flu. There was a terrible amount of flu then. There were many, many people dying with it. They took me home from work. The doctor got there and told the fellow who took me home to get me to bed and take care of me. They fixed me up and asked me if we had any liquor in the house. Mother (Louella) said she didn't know what it was, but I had just purchased a case of something for Fred Rassmussen. He got me part of that, and he rubbed me with it. He then made a "hot toddy" for me. The Odd Fellow's Grand Noble got a nurse who stayed for three hours. Then he got another one, and she stayed for a couple of hours. That is the way it was for two or three days. At least they had someone there to take care of me night and day. I went unconscious, and the doctor asked Mother if we had any relatives around. She said the nearest was in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. He said she had better get them because I couldn't live. That was an awful thing to tell her. 

The girl that was at the depot came and got the two boys and took them down to her house to take care of them. They were homesick and lonesome so she brought them back the next morning, and they had the flu. Mother was still up and going. I was unconscious for thirteen days, and when I became conscious I had a hemorrhage. I bled the washbasin nearly full of blood. They got the doctor to our home, and he packed my head in snow (there was snow on the ground because it was just a little before Thanksgiving). He finally got it stopped. Mother asked what she should do if I had another one.He said to get him and get him fast. About an hour and a half later I had another one. They finally got a hold of him, and I was still bleeding when he got there. He finally got it stopped and shook his head. He told Mother she had better get the folks because I could not make it. She asked what she should do if I had another one. He said I couldn't survive another one. That made Mother feel awful bad. I could hear what they were saying, but I couldn't say anything. An hour or two later, I had a third hemorrhage. They got the doctor and he came in a hurry. When he came in and took care of me, he said to Mother, "Mrs. Norman, if he can make blood as fast as he has been making it lately, he will be well." He said I was in better shape than when he first came down. It had turned red instead of black. That was the last hemorrhage I had, but I laid there and couldn't do anything. I got to feeling better so was able to sit up in a chair. We still had the nurses there, and Mother came down with the flu. She was expecting another baby, and it was quite a turmoil. 

When I got so I could go out, I went to pay the nurses because I felt they were the first ones who should be paid. I asked each nurse how much we owed them, and each one replied , "Nothing". The Odd Fellow's Lodge had taken care of all the expenses including the coal we had to buy from the lumber yard. I always maintained if it hadn't been for the Lodge, I wouldn't be here today. I paid them back. I couldn't do it all at once, but I did it as fast as I could. I figured if they could do that much good for me, they could do that much good for someone else. 



From Grandpa Rex Norman's History (this would have been a later quarantine)...
I was the oldest. I started school at the age of six. I can remember when my brother and sister both came down with Scarlet Fever. We were quarantined for over a month. The kids would bring my schoolwork home and place it on our fence for me. Dad had to live away from home during that period of time. I remember after about four weeks the doctor came and examined them and going over their bodies he found a couple of scales and kept us in for another week. We were sure mad and we called him Dr. Quack. We then had to fumigate the whole house. We had to stuff all the cracks and openings with rags and would do part of the house at a time.

(More from Mom) I remember when we were little kids on Boxelder St. and had measles and mumps, etc., how the county health dept. (?) came and put up a quarantine notice on your front door. I don't know when that practice was discontinued. We'll all have to do some research on those interesting times.