9-27-87

known as "Barron's Saw Mill", there was a two room shack, living room - bedroom combination and kitchen; built of a material very common in those days at the turn of the century and later, known as pickets. White oak or red oak logs were cut and boards, or pickets, were riven from the log using a pioneer tool called a froe, and a wooden mallet. 

    These pickets were then used to build the walls of the house, being assembled and nailed horizontally in the manner called "shiplap" .

    To this house, where lived a nephew of my father, and his wife; Will and the Zema Gurganiers, came my family in the spring of 1932.

    My mother  being bedridden at the time, could not be attended by my father at home, if indeed we had a home. Therefore my cousins dear wife had offered her bed and home for the care of my mother and her family. In this humble abode, with "greater love hath no man,"  shown for our family and others by this lady, my mother lay dying. 

    Now comes the event that has been etched in my memory as with a branding iron, and will stay there throughout the balance of my life. As my mother lay there at death's door, the swelling in her abdomen getting worse and worse; since there was no medical treatment for the disease; the local doctor was called in. 

    My memory fails me as to how he came. Whether by car, or by horse, or buggy. I do remember however, the mysterious black bag and the black coat and hat of the doctor. Giving him the distinct appearance of the Angel of Death. His medical procedure was to make an incision in the stomach long enough to insert a small rubber tube and through this tube he drained into a number 3 washtub, approximately 4 gallons of yellow liquid.

    In retrospect a more humane procedure or treatment would have been to give her enough morphine or similar drug to enable her to due in peace, since the operation did nothing except only to prolong her suffering. At this period in her illness she had been suffering for at least two years. This attested by the fact that my youngest sister was born September 15th, 1930, and at the age of 3 months was given to my half brother Joe and his wife Ada for care and rearing.

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Note:

At this time an interruption must necessarily occur in my narratives to provide time and space for recording my thoughts and experiences during a trip that we have won and will be shortly taking to the Virgin Islands. 

Yes, we won it this year 1987; by selling a quota of Snapper Law Mowers. We will leave here early in the night of Sept 28, drive to New Orleans,take a plane to Miami and then on to San Juan, Puerto Rico where we will embark on a luxury cruise liner called the Cunard. Princess, for four days visiting the Virgin Islands.


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