HISTORY OF PEARL LARSEN BARTHOLOMEW
This biography was written by her children. I have abridged it for quantity and to remove some things that were too personal for the internet. Hopefully the reader will seek out the original version.
Pearl Larsen Bartholomew was born Novenber 28, 1893 in Monroe, Sevier County, Utah to Bent Rolfsen Larsen and Lorena Eugena Washburn. Lorena was the second wife of a polygamous marriage. After the Manifesto, Bent could not openly recognize or support his second wife and her children. Because of this, the years before Pearl’s birth, as well as the years she was growing up, were very difficult ones. After she was born, her father never lived at home. He had already served two prison sentences for refusing to give up his second wife. Bent and Lorena finally realized that separation was the only way they could all survive.
Lorena worked long hours as a seamstress to support her family. As the children grew up, each one of them worked and helped support the family with their earnings.
Pearl was the sixth of nine children. Two days after she was born, her father came in the night, bringing another man with him. He told Lorena they had come to bless and name the baby. Word had come that marshals were on their way to Monroe and had been delayed in Richfield on account of storm. Bent told her he was leaving for Arizona before morning. The two men blessed the baby and named her Pearl.
Fasting and prayer and adherence to the other Gospel principles, along with hard work and frugality were their means of survival. Lorena was determined that her children would have an education at any cost. The sacrifice was great. Six of her nine children attended college and became schoolteachers. After seeing the sacrifice and the struggles of her mother to make this possible, Pearl vowed she would never go to college and have her mother struggle and sacrifice this way for her.
Pearl was a happy child, always full of fun. Her Daughter Hettie recalled her mother telling how she and her sisters and brothers would play Christmas. Everyone would take off their shoes. Then someone would tickle the bare feet. The child who could survive the tickling without laughing would get to be Santa Claus. Pearl would usually win because she wasn’t very ticklish.
Pearl learned to milk the cow when she was very young. She liked to go with her brother Enoch, to milk and he let her try many times. One evening Enoch was away. Usually, when the boys were not home to do the chores, the job fell to their mother. This time Lorena had gone on an errand so Pearl decided to milk the cow and surprise her mother. The milking was done, strained and taken care of when her mother came home. Lorena could not believe a girl so small could do such a big job. Pearl thought this was great fun surprising her mother, but it soon became her regular job.
Pearl was a good student in school. She liked to read and she liked athletics.She was on the basketball team in High School. Her sisters, Lottie, Floy, and Ella were all dating about the same time Pearl was. They would spend hours getting ready, washing hair, pressing clothes, lacing up their corsets and making up their faces. Pearl hated corsets. She was neat and clean and natural. The boys liked her and she could have a wonderful time without all the fuss.
In the summer of 1911, Pearl went to Fayette, Utah to help her sister, Ida, who had a new baby. While there she met Floyd Bartholomew. They soon fell in love. After she returned to Monroe, Floyd made several trips there to see her. Usually he brought Ray Bartholomew, his cousin, with him. Ray would go out with Floy or Ella. Lorena would put them up for the night and their horse was put in the corral and fed. The distance of 40 miles each way was too great for one date, and one night, and one horse.
They set the wedding date for December 13, 1911. Two of Floyd’s friends in Fayette decided to get married the same day. They were Ervin MelIor who married a Christensen girl from Ephraim and France Mellor, who married Etta Robinson. Effie,
(Floyd’s sister) tells that a day or two before they were married, the three couples
drove to Manti in a buggy to get their marriage license. The clerk teased them and told them they would have to wait until after the first of January because the books were closed for the year. Etta Robinson ran out saying "I knew it, I knew it". She ran across the street and they had a hard time getting her back. Effie remembers how Pearl laughed as she told about it when they returned. The three couples drove together in a buggy to the Manti Temple to be married. It was a cold winter day, December 13, 1911. Effie also recalls the dance the six newly weds put on in the amusement hall either the night they were married or the next night.
Soon after Pearl and Floyd were married, Pearl had a dream. In the dream she said, a heavenly being appeared to her and asked her if she was willing to have twelve children. She told him she would, then she saw all twelve children. She knew the sex of each one. She counted them, but wasn’t quite sure if there were only twelve because in the distance she thought there was another one, but she didn’t know for sure. She saw this dream over the second time that same night. As each one of the children was born, she knew if the baby would be a girl or boy, that is she knew all but the baby, Pearl, who was the 13th. Floyd said he was awakened the night she had the dream and found her in a cold sweat hardly able to speak. Pearl’s mother, Lorena, always felt that Pearl’s baby, the l3th child, which was also named Pearl, was the one more baby she felt she should have had and didn’t because of the problems resulting from polygamy.
When Pearl and Floyd first got married, they lived in the north two rooms of Archie Mellor’s home. This home was across the street south from the Fayette School House. Not long after, they lived on a farm belonging to Floyd’s father, George M. Bartholomew. The farm was about three miles south of Fayette, under the Fayette Canal. It was a good farm. Effie says they called it the Upper Place. She said there was a little cabin on the farm, two rooms and a lean-to on the back. Effie went there and stayed with Floyd and Pearl a few days and helped top beets one fall. Floyd’s brother, Blaine, says their father and his family owned a sawmill in a Canyon called Hell’s Kitchen northeast of Fayette. Most of the lumber used in the house Floyd and Pearl built in Fayette, was sawed at this sawmill. The lumber used in Floyd’s parents’ new home was also sawed here. Blaine said Floyd and Pearl spent a summer working here at the sawmill and living in a sheep wagon. Dwight was a baby about one and one-half years old. Vera, another daughter, wrote down the following incident the way her mother told it to her.
Mama and Dwight were left in camp to get dinner while the men went to cut down the trees. Unbeknownst to anyone, Dwight followed Papa out to where they were cutting timber. Papa had just sawed through a large tree and moved back to allow it to fall, when they noticed Dwight standing right in line with where the tree would fall. They ran towards him, but it was too late—the tree was already in the process of falling. It was nothing short of a miracle. There Dwight stood, untouched, with the trunk of the tree right beside him and surrounded by branches.
Floyd and Pearl lived in Dover for a while. Dover was an area across the river southwest of Fayette. At one time it was a town with an organized Dover Ward. George M. Bartholomew; Floyd’s father, owned a farm there. Blaine says it was a nice place, a good farm, lots of trees, and a two-story house that was later moved into Fayette. Dwight and Hettie remember the coyote with rabies that came and jumped at the window frothing at the mouth. Floyd and some other farmers tracked it down and killed it. The dogs were tied up and the children were not allowed to go near them. Later they had to be destroyed.
Floyd and Pearl built a two-room, lumber house about a block east of Floyd’s parents’ home in Fayette. His father helped them. Later they added on two more rooms and a pantry.
While they were getting ready to build, Floyd bought shingles and piled them at the west end of the lot next to Grandma Bartholomew’s apple orchard. One night someone stole the shingles. A week or so later a man in town began to shingle his house. They always felt like they knew where the shingles went.
The family moved to Gunnison in the summer of 1922. Floyd worked at the UtahPoultry plant there until it closed down in the early spring of 1923. Then the family moved back to their home in Fayette. Dwight had the job or milking the cow, while they lived in Gunnison. One evening while Dwight was milking, the neighbor lady knocked at the back door. Pearl thinking it was Dwight coming in with the milk and was trying to play a trick on her, called out, "Come in if your nose is clean". You can imagine her embarrassment when the old neighbor lady walked in.
Near1y every summer, after Floyd and Pearl were married they spent at least two weeks at Fish Lake. A time or two they spent most of the summer and Floyd was a guide on the lake. They usually traveled in a sheep wagon. The trip each way took two days. They stopped for the night at a place they called the Half-way house in the mountains above Sigurd. Hettie remembers that the children usually got new overalls for the boys and coveralls for the girls. The girls also got new home-made black sateen bloomers. As they traveled along, Pearl would give the children a handful of dried prunes several times a day. They would see who could make them last the longest.
On one of these trips" Hettie says she was standing on a step on the side of the wagon as they pulled off the road into a campground. She saw something round hanging from a bush, so she reached out her foot and kicked it. The next thing she knew hornets were swarming all over her. The stings were terrible. Floyd rolled her in a nearby stream of water. For a few days she really hurt. She could hardly see out of her eyes. Hettie says they didn't go anymore after she was about 10 or 11 years old. Pearl said it was too hard to tend children in the dirt and live in a tent. She spent all her time cooking over a bonfire and tending children and she would rather do it at home. When Floyd went after this" she and the children did stay home.
One summer while Floyd was a guide on the lake" he caught the biggest Mackinaw that had ever been caught on the lake. Elden remembers crying when they were taking pictures of some of the large Mackinaws his dad had caught. Dwight had hold of one end of the stick and Elden wasn't tall enough to hold his end high enough to keep the fish out of the dirt so someone else got their picture taken with Dwight and the fish.
Vivian says, "The last time our family went to Fish Lake in the Summer, I remember Mama refusing to ride in the wagon along the narrow dugway that used to wind around some or the mountains. The road was only wide enough for one vehicle.
Mama walked behind the wagon. It was my earliest lesson in self preservation".
The first washing machine Pearl had was set up in the work shop just a little south of the house in Fayette. It had a stick or handle on top which had to be pushed back and forth to agitate the clothes. The older children helped do this job. One day while Dwight was helping, he got his finger caught in the Cogs and he lost the end or it. This washer had a wringer which had to be turned by hand also, but it was a great labor saving device. Before Pearl got the washer, all the laundry was done on a wash board. After the electricity came to Fayette and their house was wired for it, Pearl got a new electric Maytag washer. This one was kept in the corner of the kitchen. Wayne describes a typical wash day. The kitchen became the laundry. In many of the places we lived the water was drawn from an outside tap then carried in and heated on the stove. When hot, it was transferred to the old wringer-type Maytag washer, which usually made a sloppy mess on the floor. After the clothes were agitated in the hot water, Suds created with home-made soap, the batch of clothes were run through the wringer into a tub of cold water set on a stool beside the washer, rinsed by hand, then back through the wringer.
I remember Mom had a sawed off ax handle she used to fish clothes out of the hot water. This old handle was as much a part of wash day as the clothes pins. The clothes were then carried outside to the clothes-line where they were hung to dry.
Those were the days of solar energy and woman power. Mom had an old clothes pin bag (looked something like a carpenter's Bail apron) that tied around the waist and held the clothes pins. The clothes line was really the place to get limbered up. The pan or basket of wet clothes was set on the ground and you or she got a couple of clothes pins ready, either in the mouth or one hand, stooped over, got the top article of clothing, gave it a couple of shakes or flips, while straightening up and with one smooth motion would reach overhead and either drape it over the line or pin it to it. This action was continued until the pan or basket was empty. Bend over, straighten up, reach overhead. We went through an exercise similar to this in calisthenics when I was in the service.
When the clothes were dry, the procedure was done in reverse. Reach up, unpin the clothes, fold the article, bend over, and put it in the basket. For those who may not know what a clothes line is or was, it's an apparatus similar to a power company utility line except the poles are shorter. Every back yard used to have one.
I also remember that dirty socks usually got extra attention, and they deserved it. Usually clean socks were not put on every morning as we do nowadays, but maybe once or twice a week. The socks were washed last to get them clean. they were turned inside out after the first time through the washer, then back through the washer the second time. I spent many noon hours turning socks wrong side out as I came home from school for lunch. Then there was the unpleasant task of diapers. The woman who has never raised a family with cloth diapers and a wringer washer and no modern plumbing, will never know the meaning of being liberated.
Then there was the task of draining the washer and rinse tub into a bucket and carrying the dirty water outside, getting the equipment out of the way and swabbing up the mess in time to get things ready for the other activities of the day. I might mention that these were the days before Polyesters and wash and wear clothing, and everything must be ironed or pressed before wearing. This, along with washing and sewing made certain that Mom never wanted for something to do. Also much of this ironing was done with the old cast-iron flat iron heated on the wood-burning cook stove.
This activity went on at least once each week for almost her entire lifetime. In winter, when the weather was miserable and cold, and the clothes would sometimes freeze before the pins were set. In summer when the sun was hot and there was a million other jobs that she would rather be doing like working in the garden or some worthy church assignment. She would say, "I must hurry because I would like to go see how so and so is.
Supper over, dishes done, the children's home work finished for the night, and a bed-time story told, a letter written to relatives or family members who were away, she would say, "I must get to bed, tomorrow I have to churn butter and make bread before going to Relief Society".
Pearl went to her mother's in Monroe for the birth of her first three children so her mother could take care of her, and the baby when the baby came, and for the recuperating time after. Dwight, Hettie and Vivian were born there. Vivian was born just six days before Christmas. Some of Pearl's brothers and sisters were still living at home. She hated the extra work and, inconvenience she was causing the family, especially at Christmas time when parties and friends were so important to young people. These had to be curtailed because the living room had been converted into a hospital room. Pearl decided then that the rest of her babies would be born at her home. She would not inconvenience her family in this way again.
On September 12, 1925 Pearl wrote to her folks in Monroe. "Dear home folks, A lovely baby girl came at 3 o'clock this morning. I feel pretty good. Floyd's Pa just died a little while ago about 6:30. I'll stop now. I hope you are all OK. The baby weighed about 10 lbs and had lots of black hair. This was the first baby pearl had had at home without hiring a girl to do the work. Her two older girls did the work of the hired girl. The girls thought they had done a pretty good job, but the day Pearl got out of bed and walked into the kitchen she saw all the things the girls had overlooked. The cupboard doors were open, and the house was full of flies. September was the worst time for flies anyway. The girls felt let down because they thought they had done a great job, but forever after they understand what clean really is and became great housekeepers.
In Feb. 1927 the children got the measles. Eight of them were all down at once and Pearl was 6 months pregnant. The weather was cold and snowy.
Some of the children coughed until they vomited, some cried all night with earache.
Hettie cried so much she lost her voice. When she wen t back to school the teacher sat her right in front of his desk because she couldn't speak above a whisper. It took several weeks breathing steam several times a day before her voice was back to normal.
While the children were down with the measles, washing had to be done. Miriam was still in diapers. It was too wet and cold to dry the clothes outside so Floyd strung lines around the house to dry the clothes. Grandma Bartholomew came up. She was really upset. She told Pearl that she would kill all the children, they would all get pneumonia from the dampness of all the wet clothes in the house. Pearl to1d her that she had no choice, the baby and the other children had to have clean clothes. When night came the coughs were all much looser, the children seemed better. Pearl was convinced that the steam and dampness in the air was good for colds and coughing. This was a terrific ordeal, but she pulled all the children through in good shape with the Lord's help.
Pearl was very close to her family. They showed a great deal of affection for each other and often expressed their love for their mother and for each other. Floyd was good to pearl's mother and her brothers and sisters too. They were good to Floyd's mother also. They always saw that one of the children stayed with her at night and. one of them milked her cows and took them to the pasture. Pearl was always sending farm produce to help with the family.
Pearl had great faith. Fasting and prayer was a way of life for her. Whenever there was illness or trouble, the family united in fasting and prayer. Floyd was called upon to exercise his Priesthood to administer to Pearl or the children whenever they were very ill.
Vera tells of an experience that happened in our home in Fayette. As children, we felt very secure in mother's faith. All things were prayed over and we relied on her faith for blessings. Her faith caused all fear to vanish. One day mother was busy making crepe paper costumes for a Children's Primary festival. Owen was the baby and sat on the floor playing by the sewing machine. His toy consisted of a homemade rattle, which in reality was an emptied spice can containing buttons of various kinds and some long sharp staples that made very pretty sounds when the can was shaken. Quite unnoticed, the lid came off, and as one-year olds do, Owen began to eat the pretty buttons and staples from the can. They became lodged in his throat and he began to choke and turn blue. Hettie was sent running barefoot down the dusty lane to Charley Pickets to phone the doctor who was six miles away in Gunnison. Owen was soon in Mama's arms. While she patted and shook Owen, she prayed and asked our Heavenly Father to came to the rescue. Hettie, (realizing she had forgotten her shoes) stopped a second and heard someone call to come back. The staples and the coverall buttons had become dislodged and Owen had recovered his natural color.
Mama's faith had been rewarded, as it so often was.
Blaine, (Floyd's Brother) recalls that Pearl baked bread for an old man who lived alone in Fayette, who lived alone, Old Joe Pine. He did the janitor work at the church. Blaine said the church furnished the flour and Pearl made his bread. Sometimes he would come and cut wood to repay her.
The family always had a few chickens. In this project Pearl was always overseer.
In a letter to her mother she gave her a run down of income from this project. She said her chickens had laid 1675 eggs in one year, or 139 dozen and 7. They had averaged 40 cents per dozen bringing $55.60. It cost $10.00 to feed them. She thought they had done pretty good. In the same letter she said, "I have all my soap made now. I have made 20 boxes of lye into soap".
The year of 1929 was a good year. Work was plentiful and people were doing pretty well. Floyd and Pearl mortgaged their home to buy sheep that fall. By spring, 1930 the depression hit. The sheep were worthless. There was also a drought that year and the crops were a failure. There was no work to be found. So in the fall, Floyd and Dwight went to Springville and found some work on the farms. They helped harvest sugar beets and onions, picked apples, and peaches, and anything else they cou1d find to do.
In a letter dated December 10, 1930 Pearl wrote to her mother. We are worse off for money than we ever were, but I am very thankful we have things to eat and wear and plenty of wood to keep us warm. Floyd and Dwight have been hauling wood for more than a week, some to sell and that will help.
In another letter dated December 1930 she wrote, well Ma, I have inherited crying from you. I cry over every little thing. I am a boob I guess, or else I am full of sympathy for myself. Sometimes I think I cannot stand another pain in my life. When it is all over, I feel like all I will need is to see you, but we don't need you to help with any work, but to see you is what I call the cure for all aches and pain. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time.
Early in the spring of 1931 Merrill and Rex Mellor and their father went to Ephraim and paid off the note for the money that was past due which Pearl and Floyd had borrowed when they mortgaged their place. The Mellors did this without their knowledge. Merrill and Rex's father received a Black Hawk War pension and was one of the few people with a little money. When Floyd and Pearl learned of this they decided to move to Springville. Someone else owned their home, and Floyd and Dwight had been there working in the fall and knew a few people. Floyd's brother, George, had moved to Springville, a year or two before. This probably had some bearing on their decision to go to Springville.
The move was started around the first of April. It took several trips before all the belongings and all the family were moved. Vivian and Hettie stayed with Grandma Bartholomew to finish out the school year. Floyd had taken the horses and wagon loaded with farm tools and things first. He rented a house at 554 East, Center Street. Someone cared for the horses and he borrowed his brother George's truck and made several trips with it before the moving was completed. Elden and Wayne walked and drove the cows as Floyd drove along with them in the truck loaded with belongings. Wayne remembers how their Dad would drive ahead a little way and wait until they caught up with him. Then he would drive ahead again. He had lunch ready for them at lunch time. Elden says, we got to Levan the first night. Dad had made arrangements for a corral and same hay from one of the farmers.
Next morning we got up and Dad cooked our breakfast on a campfire then we started driving again. We had a little more traffic to contend with the second day (traffic from California). It came from the west of Levan on through to Springville.
Wayne says, That night we camped at a ranch south of Santaquin. The rancher let us corral the cows for the night and we slept in a beet rack. They made it to Springville the third day. When school was out Floyd went back to Fayette and picked up Hettie and Vivian.
About the end of May, Hettie went to Orem with her cousins and several other girls from Springville to pick strawberries. The girls stayed in a large barn that had been converted into sleeping quarters for about thirty girls. Girls had come from several towns in the State. After about a week Hettie got very sick and had to go home. Her illness turned out to be Small Pox. She must have got the germ from one of the girls in the barn. Right away all the rest of the family were vaccinated and quarantined. Some of the vaccinations did not work and were repeated. Elden's never did work, even though it was repeated 3 times, and he didn't get the Small pox. Floyd and Dwight stayed completely away from Hettie and were allowed to go to work.
It was June and the weather was hot, and Hettie was very miserable with pocks between her fingers and toes and everywhere. Finally she was better. The home was fumigated and cleaned thoroughly. The bedding and clothes were washed and the quarantine sign taken down. Then Owen came down with the dreadful disease. It was July now. The weather was still warmer. Owen was pretty sick and really miserable.
Finally he was better. The fumigating, cleaning and washing was repeated again.
After this was all completed, Wayne broke out with pox. He wasn't very sick like the others had been, so a bed was put in the shed right behind the house and he slept and stayed out there So all the fumigating and cleaning could be confined to the shed instead of the whole house.
It was nearly the end of August before Wayne was over the disease. The family was finally out of quarantine in time for school.
In Feb, 1932 there was an epidemic of Scarlet Fever in Springville. One of the children brought it home and in just a few days eight of the children were down in bed and very ill. Vera tells about it this way, "Those were pre-penicillin days" days when relying on our Heavenly Father's blessings had no alternative. Eight of us were in bed with the disease at the same time. The living room was turned into a hospital ward and Mama was head nurse. It was several weeks before we were able to get out of bed and get dressed.
It was a real trying time for Pearl. She would stay up all night long tending sick children, cook, sew, and wash all day, and I know she did a lot of praying.
It is to be remembered that there was no indoor plumbing. Pearl was taking care of all the nursing 24 hours a day, bed-pan duty for eight, trying to bring down high fevers, bringing drinks of water, bringing in the food and taking back the dishes for Ora to wash, washing clothes, holding the sick baby, comforting the other sick children. Only through a mother's love for her children could a woman ho1d up for three or four weeks going at this pace.
Before summer the family moved to a home on First North and Third west. Dan was born there, January 3, 1933. Pearl had a very difficult time when Dan was born. She was in hard labor many hours.
Hettie was the first of the children to marry. She married Arthur Lavell ostler August 15, 1933. Floyd was working with the CCCs on camel pass and walked over the mountain to attend the wedding reception. The family rented several other homes before they bought a lot and built a house of their own. They rented a big house on the corner of First East on Seventh South, it was the first home the family had ever lived in with indoor plumbing. They lived in the Oliver Johnson home between
Second and Third West on First North and the Boyer home on Fourth South about three blocks west of the railroad t racks. Then they moved to the Cragun home at about 700 North Main, and then to a house across the street on the east side of the road. They were living here when they built the basement on the lot they had bought from Jacob Felix at 592 East on Seventh South.
Gail says 'While we lived in Johnson's home, Pop bought a piece of ground from Jacob Felix at 592 east Seventh South in Springville. (Johnson's house was about
1/2 mile from the fish hatchery north of Springville.) We used to walk up to the lot and plant a garden and work on the house he was building. The walk was about three to four miles. Our parents taught us how to work, play, and have fun. I know we all appreciate it now. Pop dug the basement of the house with a horse and a fresno. That's an iron scoop with two wood handles. It had a hitch and you hooked it up to a horse or a team of horses and you got behind the fresno to scoop out the dirt from the basement hole. It's operated in the manner of a horse-drawn plow. We helped Pop on the basement to get it finished so we could move into it. As I remember there were eight chi1dren and Pop and Mom living in the basement. I remember the first telephone Pop got for our new home. Dan and I used to race to it to see who would get to answer it.
World War II broke out and it was an honor for Pop and Mom to have four children in the service at once. I remember we had a small flag that hung in the window that had four stars on. One star for each member. Pop worked at the defense plants at Kearns, Fort Douglas, Wendover and Tooele. They were all in Utah.
When Pop had any free time, he worked on the top part of the house. We helped as much as we cou1d.
We finally moved into the rest of the house Pop and the family built. It started with the basement, then a ground floor and then it had two rooms upstairs. Mom and Pop finally had their own bedroom. They sure sacrificed for their family.
The thirteenth child, a little girl they named Pearl, was born while the family lived in the Cragun home on North Main Street. Little Pearl was born with a heart problem. She was never very well. She had a poor appetite and wasn't very big. On July 6, little Pearl died. She got a bad cold and it turned to pneumonia. Pearl wrote in her record book that little Pearl had brought extreme joy and thankfu1lless to all the family and especially to her mother. The family really missed this sweet little girl, especially those who were living at home and had helped care for her.
Pearl was President of the Relief Society in the First Ward in Springville from December 12, 1943 to August 17, 1947. Her counselors were Mary Clegg and Edith Clayton. Two Secretaries and Treasurers served with her, Thelma Carter and Alice
Ence. She walked over the ward many times to visit the sick and the members. When she first became President, the ward boundaries took in what is now the 20th Ward, the lst, l2th, 14th and l5th and part of the llth ward. The wards were divided in January 1944, but she still had a large area to cover. She visited every home and invited sisters to come to Relief Society who had never been there before. When sisters were ill, she rolled up her sleeves and went to work doing anything that needed to be done. She took food and flowers many, many times to the sick, the lonely, and the down hearted. Floyd was willing for her to share. He often kidded about Pearl giving away half the deer meat or half the pork meat when they butchered a pig.
Gail says ''Mama was Relief Society President for many years. I used to take Mama in the old red pickup to do her visiting. We would leave early afternoon, Some days in the morning. I would drop her off and she would visit all the sick and many others, and work her way home. She would get home late in the afternoon. Some days I would pick her up. I would take her some days way out south of town near the cemetery, let her off them to visit.
Pearl was President of the Primary in Fayette from February 1918 to June, 1923. Ora, Elden and Wayne were all born while she served as President. Blaine (Floyd's youngest brother) says, All the kids liked her. She had a way with the kids. 'when I was in Primary, we went to her house and made a stool. We padded and covered it and gave it to the ward to be used to kneel on to bless the Sacrament. That stool was used for years and years. Those days we had lots of parties. They would make ice cream. We always had an ice house and Floyd and Pearl had cows. They always made ice cream for the parties.
The day she was released as Primary President in June 1923, she was sustained a counselor in the Relief Society to Charlotte Bartholomew, her sister-in-law. She served as Relief Society counselor until June, 1926. Vera and Miriam were both born during this time. From September, 1927 to September 1928, she was President of the Young Ladies M. I. A. She was a natural, gifted teacher. She taught many young people in Sunday School. In Springville First ward, she had a class of 24 boys once. One of her methods of discipline was taking hold of the hand of a rowdy student. She held it as she talked. If the boy talked or disturbed she would squeeze his hand. If he kept on, she would squeeze a little harder. When his hand began to hurt he would straighten up real fast. The kids all loved her though.
Gail tells about being. in her class. Mom taught Sunday School many years. I think she taught most of us boys. I think she just taught classes of boys. She probably could handle them better than other teachers. When the kids talked in class, mama would reach over and pull their ear or get a hand full of hair. That worked every time.
Mama always had parties for her Sunday school classes. At Christmas time, she always gave the kids a Book of Mormon or something special.
Miriam says Mama was an obedient servant. She did all the Lord asked of her and most of the time more. One of her callings was washing the Sacrament glasses. She had this responsibility in Fayette and also in the Springville Third Ward. Mama knew the meaning of the Sacrament and how important it is, so she fulfilled the calling with much devotion and reverence and dedication.
Mama taught her children to be obedient and accept all the callings asked of them. When we were young she wrote the 2 1/2 minute talks we were to give. Then she worked with us until we had them memorized. When we gave the talk it was a talk not a read. People told Mama many times how well we did.
The Fun and good times
The fun and good times of the family can best be remembered by the comments of the children. Each one remembers things a little different and things were different because of the wide span in their ages.
Hettie remembers/Christmas time was fun at our house. When I was small it seemed there was magic in the air. We always had a Christmas tree. It may have been a Cedar from the sand hills, but it always looked beautiful to me. It was decorated with red and green rope and pop corn on a string and homemade chains of red and green paper and clip-on candles. The dolls Santa brought were always hung in the branches of the tree.
The 4th and 24th of July were big celebration days too. We usually got new clothes for the 4th. The day began with dynamite blasts in the foothills. A parade early in the morning consisted of a couple of hay wagons decorated with red, white, and blue bunting and paper. All the small children in town would ride up and down the streets on these wagons and feel very important and patriotic. There was a program in the amusement hall at 10 A.M. At 2 o'clock, games and races for all ages. "We always had homemade ice cream and root beer and company for dinner, usually Aunt Fern's and Uncle Will's families. "I don't remember much about the games and races I ran, but Mama always won every race she ran whether it was running or carrying an egg in a tablespoon.
Our parents always helped us have good times. Our mother would go outside and play games with us, Run Sheep Run, Hide and Seek, and Fox and Geese in the winter time in the snow. Our Father liked inside games in the winter time like Rook and Checkers.
Vera says "some of my first recollections are of family food traditions. Home-made root beer was always brewed for the 4th and 24th of July. A freezer of ice cream was often made on Sunday. Grandma Bartholomew had a shed they converted into an ice house. In the winter, ice from the canal was cut into chunks and stored in the shed packed in sawdust for summer use. On the Fourth of July we always made ice cream and had a glorious time with the fire works. Papa used to sleep outside with the children, and he often made chop suey. Wild goose and duck often graced our table.
Miriam Remembers, "I think about Easter Saturday as a child. This was a great day, and we planned for weeks. Mama packed a picnic lunch for each one of us in a sack. The little ones, too little to walk, were put in the wagon and from wherever we lived, we walked to Fourth North, then east to where Theron Hall lived, about 7th East. Mama and the little ones visited with Mrs. Hall and the rest of us hiked up Round Peak and ate our lunch. We made several trips as a family to the fish hatchery. We all enjoyed this as most of our family loved to fish. Mama loved all her children and when we were small we did many things as a family. I am sure they were all planned by Mama and papa.
Mom used to play games with us. She roasted corn and potatoes on a bonfire with us and on winter evenings she read to us. We read many books this way. She helped me cut out paper dolls from the catalog and showed me how to sail them down the ditch in a pie tin.
Gail remembers that Mama used to take us to visit Mrs. Talmage. She had a large room and it was always dark in there. One day Mrs. Talmage let us go in and see what was in there. I think Mama, Dan and I all jumped 3 feet off the floor when she opened the door. It was just like being in a jungle with wild animals all over. One thing they were all stuffed.
Dan says, "I remember one morning around the 4th of July, Wayne made a thing out of a mouse trap, a string, a match, and a fire cracker. We had an out-door outhouse or toilet and Wayne tied the string to the door and fixed the trap with a match and fire cracker so when the door was closed the door pulled the string, it set the trap off and it lit the match and the match lit the firecracker. Well, Pop was the first one out of the house that morning and out to the outhouse he went. The door went shut and then a Bang! Well, you can imagine what went on.
Elden comments, Of course, I remember the fun times when I was a small child. The 4th and 24th of July, Thanksgiving, the home-made pies and ice cream, and root beer. The 4th and 24th were always special. The chicken, sweet potatoes wild goose, pumpkin pie and all the relatives for Thanksgiving. Christmas time with all the songs, candy pulls, and pop corn balls. We'd save all the colored paper we could find to make decorations for the Christmas tree, then we wou1d be anxious and worried for fear we wouldn't get a tree. The Fayette ward would have a party every Christmas eve which consisted of a program and the kids would get a little present.
Oral says "Our mother was a woman of many talents and truly she was. She did all the sewing for the large family until the girls were old enough to help. During the depression years most of the clothes were made over. The socks were always darned. Some times they, too, were made over.
Vera recalls -Anything that was worn out in the knees or the seat was recycled to make a dress or pair of pants for someone smaller. When it was worn out again, it was cut into pieces for quilts and the smaller pieces sewn into rug rags. Nothing was wasted.
Miriam adds that Mother was an excellent seamstress. She made all our clothes, under pants, slips, dresses- and coats and was a good quilter. She crocheted, wove her own rugs. One time she even made a mattress for her bed.
And Vera says Mama had several sizes of shoe lasts for mending and soling shoes. (A shoe last is a block or a form shaped like a person's foot used by shoemakers in building or repairing shoes and boots) The soles or heels or whatever needed mending was cut from a piece of leather and tacked on. At times a sharp point of a tack would work its way through to the inside of the shoe and give the wearer a few pricks on the foot until we could get Mama to get out the shoe last. And hammer and pound down the point of the shoe tack. Sometimes a piece of cardboard was placed inside a shoe with a hole worn through, Which protected our feet if the weather was dry.
We went barefoot a lot in the summer while growing up. One pair of shoes and a Sunday pair was all we had at a time. Santa Claus usually brought us a new pair of shoes and the 4th of July was celebrated with a' new dress.
Pearl made her own washing soap all her married life. Vera tells of the soap making. All cooking fats were saved until enough had accumulated to make a "batch" of soap. A fire was made outside and a pot was hung over the fire, or a tub was set on stones so that it was higher than the fire. Then the soap was cooked all day. Lye was added to the fat to break it down and the right amount of water was added, also. Mama could tell when it was done by letting it drip from the wooden spoon or by pouring a little onto a board to see if it would set up when cool. When it was done, it was poured out into a low container and cut into chunks when it was cool enough.
Gail remembers how he and Dan had a part in the soap making. They helped collect the grease for the soap. Mama would have Dan and I go to town to the restaurants and pick up the used grease. We went to Senior Cafe. It was the worst place to get the grease. We had to pick it out of the cigarette butts and napkins. We took our own gallon buckets to put the grease in. Mama would melt the grease, strain out the bits and pieces. She would save some of the grease for washing soap and sell the rest at the store. They used grease for ammunition for the war.
Pearl was a good cook. Even when she didn't have a lot to cook with, her food was delicious. Gail says, "Mama was the best cook ever. People would ask her for a recipe and she did not have one. She would say she used a dab of this, a dab of that, and a pinch of that and adds so much of this and etc. She made whole wheat bread and baked two or three times a week. She had a pan that held 8 loaves at once. Mama could make the best pies and cakes and plum pudding. I just loved her squash and mince meat pies. Her squash pies tasted like pumpkin. We always put whipped cream on them and man were they ever good.
Vivian recalls candy making was a talent Mama excelled in. She began making candy weeks before Christmas. Her fudge, fondant, and divinity was prized. She had a way of kneading or working her fudge and fondant that is a lost art today. She gave candy gifts to many friends at Christmas.
Miriam remembers her bread and her large bread pan. She would mix 12 loaves in one batch and do all the mixing herself. Miriam says her mother cooked on a coal or wood stove until 1943.
Gail says "Mama would fix us a lunch and wrap our sandwich in newspaper. When we had no wax paper, she used that. The sandwich tasted just as good either way.
When she used wax paper, she would have us fold the wax paper and bring it home with the sack for the next day. I guess it rubbed off. I still fold the wax paper up and use it two or three times. It saves money.
Hettie wrote "Our mother was a gifted story teller. She always told us stories in the evening and when we worked in the garden. As we worked in the garden we would have to work fast to keep up with her so we could hear the story. One of her favorite stories was the story of Archie, a little boy who cried for everything he wanted. Another favorite was the Turkey who stole her nest away.
From Oral, "Mother was the best story teller. She could keep any group spellbound, from oldest to the youngest. And Vivian recalls when we were very young, living in Fayette, after her long, hard day, in the evening Mama used to read us the classics. Occasionally she would drift off to sleep while reading. We would awaken her and want her to read on but it was time for bed.
Pearl was a Gardener
Pearl had a special talent for gardening, both in Fayette and in Springville, She had the best garden in the neighborhood.
Vera tells about the garden. The vegetable garden was the main source of our nutritional needs and was an excellent beginning to teaching us how to work. Squash grew especially well in Fayette. Speaking of thrift, the ashes were saved from the stoves to use to kill the squash bugs and also to destroy the bacteria in the outside toilet. The preservation of our vegetables for the winter supply was mainly in the "tater hole", a dirt cellar with a wood and dirt roof. Stores of potatoes, carrots, cabbage, squash were stored to sustain us until the following spring.
Vivian describes the flower garden. In Fayette, "Mama's flower garden was special. She knew how to grow things. Flowers too, were important. She had a number of Moss Rose bushes. (As I remember, the stems were soft and velvety like moss.) Every summer, every family in town got a bouquet of roses or flowers. It was special to be the one to deliver the bouquet. Occasionally the recipient gave me a nickel or dime.
Oral tells how his mother shared her garden with others. "We always raised our winter supply of food, and Mother was in charge of this project. Many times this became the object of our disputes. We raised not only enough for our own needs, but neighbors as well. We would load produce into our little red wagon and then I would spend all afternoon pulling that wagon with Mother as we delivered all that produce. She did more for o1d people than anyone I have ever known.
When Gail and Dan were small boys, many garden vegetables were sold to help supplement the family income. Gail tells about it. About 3 times a week Mama got Dan and I up early in the summer to go sell fresh vegetables right out of the garden. We would help pull them and get them washed, tied in bunches and loaded on Dan's little green wagon. We sold the bunches, 3 for l0 cents. You would get 10 to 20 in each bunch. We sold corn by the dozen, maybe 20 cents a dozen. We sold carrots, onions, red beets, peas, corn and many other garden vegetables. The wagon would be loaded with as much as we could get on it. Then Dan and I would be off to sell what we had. We had a route we went on each time. We sold our load just about every time.
Mother was so compassionate of everyone, says Oral. During the Depression, when I was 8 or 9 years old, there were so many bums on the railroad, going from one place to another to find work (we lived down by. the railroad track) that there were transients around all the t1me. It seemed as if mother was feeding most of them, and we began to think that they had put some kind of sign on the gate: FOOD HERE, so many of them came to ask for a handout. All of us kids took turns looking for the sign on the gate.
Pearl did the disciplining of the children. The fact that she could out run any of them helped at times. Some of her children have commented on her disciplining. Elden says, "We had a big garden that mother kept planted every year with all the vegetables, peas, beans, corn, onions, cabbage, carrots, cucumbers, and squash.
Mother would have us kids help her keep it weeded. Of course, as kids will do, we used to start fooling around, fighting with one another, but mother, in her wisdom, would pick up a good clod and we could expect to be hit any place in the seat of the pants or back of the neck, and believe me she didn't miss.
This is Oral's comment: "Mother was a person who demanded honesty. Many times when we came home from the store with one cent too much change, we would have to take it back. She did not like swear words, and many times I had my mouth washed out with soap. She always expected us to do as we were told, and when I was rebellious I was sent to get a willow, which she did not hesitate to use. Since mother happened to be a very fast runner, one soon learned to hurry when she called because if she couldn't catch you, she'd pick up a rock and throw it at you and she never missed.
From Dan, Mama was the dominant person in the family as I knew it, For whatever reason, I don't know. Perhaps necessity. Discipline--she was strict. Her favorites were to make us get our own switch, wash our mouths out with soap or to bed with no supper.
Pearl doctored her children with home remedies mostly because of necessity. The remedies usually worked.
Gail and Elden tell of some of them. Mama had her home remedies to cure our illness. Once Owen and I were coughing at night and we couldn't stop. Mama got up and got the lantern to get some coal oil out and in a spoon with sugar and gave me some. I swallowed mine and when she gave it to Owen he put it in his mouth and he spit it out. Some one had put turpentine in the lantern. Mama went and got an egg and beat it up and gave it to me so it would make me throw up. Mama used Pine Gum for slivers or infection, Mustard Plasters to take a fever away, coal oil and sugar to stop coughing; hop tea in the spring to purify the blood; black pepper for cuts; salt pork wrapped around the neck to keep mumps from going down; Epsom salts and castor oil was a must; and last but not least, a teaspoon of soda to cure anything.
Someone told mother aspirins were made mainly of baking soda so that was a cure all. Hettie said, "if none of these worked, an enema was sure to do the trick".
Vera was married while she was in the service of our Country (the waves) on 23 Feb. 1945 to John Stokes. They were later divorced.
In March, 1946 Vivian left Russell and came home with her four children. Her twins were about 2 years old. Russell died a short time after. Floyd and Vivian's brothers helped Vivian to build a house of her own about a block away from her folks.
In the meantime, she lived with her folks. Vivian worked. Her mother and Miriam tended her children.
Wayne was married 19 April 1947 to Margaret Schoenstra. Vera's husband, John, was on a mission in the East Central States and in October 1947, Vera joined him and served the last six months with him. She was the first in the family to serve a mission. Her mother and Miriam took care of her little son, John David, who was nearly two years old.
January 15, 1948 Miriam was married to Albert Mitchell, and Oral was married to June Ann Warner June 1, 1949.
Vivian decided to move her family to Mesa, Arizona where the weather was drier and warmer. She had rheumatism and was very miserable in the stormy, cold weather. Floyd helped her move and helped her build a house in Mesa.
In February 1950 Owen went on a mission to Western Canada. Pearl had a bad stroke that frightened and shocked the family and it completely changed her personality. Gail tells about it. "It left her so she couldn't remember anything. Just before that, a couple of months, I had most of my teeth pulled. After the stroke, mama would keep telling me something was wrong, that I had a hole in my head. That's all she could remember so I would explain that I had my teeth out. I felt very sad for mama, she had been so active, always busy doing things around the house and for others. I really did not understand just what had happened to her, only that she was very ill. I will always remember the night she had the stroke. Owen was on his mission, Oral had been married only a short time. Mama, Papa, and Dan and I were all that lived at home. Dan slept downstairs and mama let me sleep upstairs in the front room because of my teeth being out. Papa came in all excited and woke me up. He said mama was gone and to call the doctor. Between the two of us, we called Dr. Orton. He was the family doctor. He came as soon as he could. By the time the doctor arrived, mama was breathing. We were relieved.
The doctor checked her and told us she had a stroke and she would have to take it easy for a long time. That would be real hard for mama, she had been such a hard worker. When mama started to improve she could not remember anything. Mama could remember how to comb her hair, sweep the floor, how to get dressed, nothing more it seemed. She would go around, worrying all the time, saying, "I don't remember how to do this or that". Mama said she would not go to church because people would talk about her, the way she dressed or the way she looked. Everyone fasted and prayed for mama to get better. Miriam told me a year later why mama hung on for so long. It was because every one had prayed and fasted for her to get well.
Mama died in 1955, the year I was in the service in Japan, and by the time I received word, it was the day they buried her.
Dan recalls -Mama suffered a heart attack when I was in the ninth grade. I did not understand what was happening. panic. That's what I felt. Thanks to Miriam I found some stability. When I was in the eleventh grade, Mama suffered a stroke from which she never recovered. Time--she couldn't remember time. From then on she changed. However, those qualities which guided her life remained intact. After Pearl had the stroke, she wasn't able to keep house. She just couldn't remember how to do anything. After some time Floyd took her to Arizona to Vivian's hoping the warm dry climate would help her, but this was only worse for her. Nothing was familiar to her and she just wanted to come home. Floyd was working there so LaVell and Hettie went dawn in May and brought her home. From then until she died, she made her home mostly with Vera. Sometimes she would go to Hettie's and Oral's, or some of the others for a week or two, but mostly she stayed at Vera's.
Dan was married June 6, 1953 to Lois Lowe. Owen was married to Jacqueline
Martin September 12, 1955 about two months after his mother died and Gail was married October 6, 1957 to Shirley Louise Clegg. Vera married Joseph Boswell 12 Feb. 1970
Pearl died of a heart attack June 15, 1955 at Vera's home on Fourth East. The many, many people who came to the mortuary and the funeral and brought flowers certainly was a tribute to her. People remember her for her kind deeds, her friendship and love to all she knew.
Pearl's children said this, of their mother
Vera -I, Vera, seventh child of Floyd Bartholomew and Pearl Larsen, am grateful for my heritage. I cannot thank my Heavenly Father enough for my parents, my ancestry, this great land in which we live, and the children He has entrusted in my care. I realize more each day what is owed my wonderful parents, and Pioneer ancestry who made it possible for me to enjoy life and the Gospel.
Father and Mother gave birth to thirteen children, twelve of which they raised to maturity. We were raised in very humble circumstances, for which I am grateful, for we were taught to have faith and to rely on the Lord. The blessings of the Lord were poured out upon us and our prayers of faith were answered continually.
Mama and Papa lived in Fayette the first eighteen years of their married lives.
During this time, they had eleven children: Dwight, Hettie, Vivian, Ora, Elden, Wayne, Vera, Miriam, Oral, Owen, and Gail. Papa had ill health much of the time.
Means to sustain life were meager, subsequently, there were many trying times.
We depended on the Lord for so much. His influence was always there to assist in time of difficulty. We were pretty independent fifty years ago--we had to be! But with hard work, and with faith and trust in our Heavenly Father, blessings always came our way.
Vivian -It has often been said Mama was a "born storyteller". I believe that people must develop their talents. Mama developed hers in storytelling. In my view, had she been affluent and able to purchase craft material that is so readily available today, she may not have taken the time to develop this talent. Her resources came entirely from within and I believe influenced many children for good.
Gail -It seemed that all the time I knew mama, she was the same age. I never remember her as a young mother. She wasn't a fancy dresser, never used make up. Maybe a little powder and rouge. Mama told me when I was in school that I wasn't any better than anyone else. We called a girl in school stinky, and mama let me know the girl was a person too. She always told me when I went to a dance to dance with all the girls, that no one was better than the other. She said especially dance with the girls who sat on the side most of the time.
When we were growing up mama always mended our stockings and other items of clothing. Mama kept the house clean as well as us. Mama used to heat the water on the stove for our bath water, before we had hot water heaters. She would put the old bath tub on the floor, fill it with water, and Dan and I used to take turns bathing. We bathed once a week, on Saturdays, so we would be clean for Sunday.
Mama told us about the birds and the bees once. She explained about why we put a rooster in with the chickens. That was my sex education. Pop never explained anything to me either.
Oral -No matter how hard it was, mother always abided by the counsel of the
General Authorities, and knew many of them well enough to talk to them. She served in the Church in many capacities--Primary, Sunday school, and Relief Society. Also attending sessions at the Temple as often as possible. She could milk the cows, made butter, cheese, and the best ice cream that could be had. She could cure meat, kill and clean chickens, make mincemeat, bake bread, and make a mustard plaster if anyone had a cold on the chest. She was a great believer in home remedies and used many that had been passed down to her from her mother. She put everything she had to good use. Mother believed in dreams and she would often relate them and tell what she felt her dreams meant. Then she followed, or "lived by" her dreams.
Wayne -Mom was a rare individual. She spent most of her life helping others.
When times were very hard, to survive was a tough job. Even though she always had more than enough to do at home, she was always concerned and gave help to anyone in the community who needed for the necessities of life, or who needed help in time of sickness or other difficulty, or who just needed cheering up. She thought nothing of walking across town to visit someone sick or homebound.
She believed in and practiced her religion and encouraged her family and all she knew to do the same. She lived by faith, prayer, cheerfulness, and work. For an example of a day in her life, she woke up early, usually the first out of bed, kindled a fire in the old-wood-burning cook stove, started breakfast and got us all up. Before we sat down to eat, we always had family prayer and the blessing on the food. After breakfast dishes were soon done.
Dan -Pearl Larsen Bartholomew. A woman who is and was held in saintly esteem by many people who knew her. A woman who followed her beliefs and never deviated from them. A woman who believed she had a destiny and filled that destiny. A religious woman who put her religion first in her life. An untiring worker and provider. This was my mother.
Pride--a source of self-satisfaction and self-depravation. Mama had a great deal of pride. She was always thankful for gifts of any kind often stating these gifts were answers to prayers. She would struggle to make ends meet, be deprived of supposed necessities or work unnecessarily hard, but never would she ask for "charity". Some of this I could never understand.
I never remember her just doing nothing as I like to do. Occasionally she would sit and read in the evening, but mostly it was work. She was an early riser as there were many things to do with a large family. An example was 16 loaves of bread every other day or was it three times a week. I can't remember for sure. Thanks to Mama I was able to take piano lessons. She and I picked beans at Bartletts to earn the $22.50 needed for 3 months worth of lessons. I believe she did this sort of thing for years so I could continue with music lessons.
Mama had a dream. This dream formed her destiny. Children, thirteen of them.
As I look at my brothers and sisters today I see Mama, in her own way, fulfilled her destiny.
Elden -I remember mother most for the time she tried to spend with each one of us, for the love and concern she had for each of us. She had no thought of herself, what she had to wear or her own comforts.
I remember her for her stories and how we would gather around each night and listen to the Bible stories that she would bring to life.
I remember mother for her prayers and her faith. Mother loved friends and relatives. She had empathy for everyone, especially the poor and down trodden.
Even with her large family, mother could always make room for a dozen more at any meal given fifteen minutes, and our relatives were always welcome. If any neighbor, whether she knew them or not, was having problems or heartaches, she was the first one there with a hot loaf of bread, flowers, or whatever she had to give them comfort. I had no idea the friends she had that loved her until long after she had passed away, when many people asked if I knew Pearl Bartholomew, telling me things she had done for them.
She was respected and loved for her straight-forwardness, honesty, and dedication. We can all be very proud of our dear mother and hope that we can live worthy to be in her presence through the eternities. She was one of the choicest of all women.
Hettie --I have never known anyone who could make friends as easily as mama could. She was a good singer. I always felt proud to sit by her in Church and hear her beautiful voice, sometimes above all the rest. I never saw mama going around the house without her hair combed and fully dressed. She combed her hair and dressed first thing when she got up in the morning.
When we were children, if we began to quarrel or fight, Mama would begin to sing 'Let Us All Speak Kind words to Each Other" or "Love at Home". Through her Bible and Book of Mormon stories and her teachings to we children, at a young age a testimony of the Gospel was kindled within me.
She truly lived a Christ-like life. Through all her life, she tried to live the way the Savior taught, that giving of one's self and doing things for others was more important than gaining wealth, worldly possessions and social status. I know our parents worked and suffered and were deprived of many things for us, especially our mother. I am very proud to be a member of this wonderful family.
Miriam --Mama and papa taught us to work and we learned early from them the gift of giving and of love for others. We all worked hard from the time we were very young. We gave to the family most of what we earned. I feel this was a great blessing and learning experience and I received back (not in material things) ten times more than I gave.
Mama loved her family, her brothers and sisters, her father and mother. I never heard her say anything mean or ugly about any of her family. She was always worried and concerned about their welfare.
Mama always worried about everyone she knew and was doing something all the time for someone else. One time when a family that she knew, was about to lose their home because their little girl had Leukemia and they had medical bills that were enormous, Mama went to all her children and asked for money and gave it the family so they could make their house payment.
Mama never thought of herself. She was the most unselfish person I have ever known. Mama loved her children. I know she suffered much because she couldn't give us material things we wanted. She told me many times she wished she could give us things we wanted and couldn't afford. I am very proud of my parents. They were a great example for me. I am most grateful that they loved and wanted each one of us.