An excerpt from the memoir "ME" by Hazel A Aslakson, 22 May 1930 that pertains to Marcella:
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In the spring of 1920... Our home was under a peculiar strain Photo during that entire summer as my sister - Marcella was ill. She had not regained her strength and health since the winter before when she suffered from flu-pneumonia while at the Red Wing Ladies Lutheran Seminary. Mother and Dad were continually worrying as they realized as I didn't,the seriousness of it all. Doctors and specialists were visited and consulted, and finally Mother and my sister went to the Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. and there they were advised to go west for her health. The middle of August brought a decision to the family for a decided change. The farm was to be sold, and we were to leave for Phenox (sic), Arizona about the middle of September. Mother's sister - Aunt Ingeborg who was then a masseuse in Chicago, Illinois, came home and decided to drive out with us. There was assorting and packing to be done and a lot of it for Mother and Dad had lived in the same house since they were married in 1895. Boxes and trunks were packed and placed for storage.
On September seventh a public auction was held. Here everything which we did not wish to keep was to be sold. Hundreds of people gathered from miles around to bid on and to buy cattle, horses, farm machinery, even to household utensils and furniture. Early in the morning people began to gather, and not until long after dark did they disperse. All these people had to be fed, and large basket fulls of sandwiches and boilers full of hot coffee were used. Gradually things were precious to us all found new owners. We had all been busy making preparations for this day, and like a dream it was all over. For the next two days people came and went, taking with them their newly acquired possessions, and leaving that premises bare and forlorn where my earliest childhood had been spent.
We spent a few days with relatives and friends, and finally left with all the worldly possessions which here could be claimed by us, packed on our old open- air Jeffrey Car. Early one bright September morning - Sunday it was - we started out and were accompanied to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, by several cars full of neighbors and relatives. After a big picnic dinner in a park there we left them and started for the West. We traveled along very leisurely and it should have been a nice trip had we all been well, but Marcella's health kept failing, and when we came to Garden City, Kansas she had to be taken to the hospital there, where she passed away October seventh, 1920, from heart trouble. We returned to Manitowoc at once, and the funeral took place at the family burial grounds at the Gjerpen Church...
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In the spring of 1920... Our home was under a peculiar strain Photo during that entire summer as my sister - Marcella was ill. She had not regained her strength and health since the winter before when she suffered from flu-pneumonia while at the Red Wing Ladies Lutheran Seminary. Mother and Dad were continually worrying as they realized as I didn't,the seriousness of it all. Doctors and specialists were visited and consulted, and finally Mother and my sister went to the Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. and there they were advised to go west for her health. The middle of August brought a decision to the family for a decided change. The farm was to be sold, and we were to leave for Phenox (sic), Arizona about the middle of September. Mother's sister - Aunt Ingeborg who was then a masseuse in Chicago, Illinois, came home and decided to drive out with us. There was assorting and packing to be done and a lot of it for Mother and Dad had lived in the same house since they were married in 1895. Boxes and trunks were packed and placed for storage.
On September seventh a public auction was held. Here everything which we did not wish to keep was to be sold. Hundreds of people gathered from miles around to bid on and to buy cattle, horses, farm machinery, even to household utensils and furniture. Early in the morning people began to gather, and not until long after dark did they disperse. All these people had to be fed, and large basket fulls of sandwiches and boilers full of hot coffee were used. Gradually things were precious to us all found new owners. We had all been busy making preparations for this day, and like a dream it was all over. For the next two days people came and went, taking with them their newly acquired possessions, and leaving that premises bare and forlorn where my earliest childhood had been spent.
We spent a few days with relatives and friends, and finally left with all the worldly possessions which here could be claimed by us, packed on our old open- air Jeffrey Car. Early one bright September morning - Sunday it was - we started out and were accompanied to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, by several cars full of neighbors and relatives. After a big picnic dinner in a park there we left them and started for the West. We traveled along very leisurely and it should have been a nice trip had we all been well, but Marcella's health kept failing, and when we came to Garden City, Kansas she had to be taken to the hospital there, where she passed away October seventh, 1920, from heart trouble. We returned to Manitowoc at once, and the funeral took place at the family burial grounds at the Gjerpen Church...
An excerpt from the memoir "ME" by Hazel A Aslakson, 22 May 1930 that pertains to Marcella:
...
In the spring of 1920... Our home was under a peculiar strain Photo during that entire summer as my sister - Marcella was ill. She had not regained her strength and health since the winter before when she suffered from flu-pneumonia while at the Red Wing Ladies Lutheran Seminary. Mother and Dad were continually worrying as they realized as I didn't,the seriousness of it all. Doctors and specialists were visited and consulted, and finally Mother and my sister went to the Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. and there they were advised to go west for her health. The middle of August brought a decision to the family for a decided change. The farm was to be sold, and we were to leave for Phenox (sic), Arizona about the middle of September. Mother's sister - Aunt Ingeborg who was then a masseuse in Chicago, Illinois, came home and decided to drive out with us. There was assorting and packing to be done and a lot of it for Mother and Dad had lived in the same house since they were married in 1895. Boxes and trunks were packed and placed for storage.
On September seventh a public auction was held. Here everything which we did not wish to keep was to be sold. Hundreds of people gathered from miles around to bid on and to buy cattle, horses, farm machinery, even to household utensils and furniture. Early in the morning people began to gather, and not until long after dark did they disperse. All these people had to be fed, and large basket fulls of sandwiches and boilers full of hot coffee were used. Gradually things were precious to us all found new owners. We had all been busy making preparations for this day, and like a dream it was all over. For the next two days people came and went, taking with them their newly acquired possessions, and leaving that premises bare and forlorn where my earliest childhood had been spent.
We spent a few days with relatives and friends, and finally left with all the worldly possessions which here could be claimed by us, packed on our old open- air Jeffrey Car. Early one bright September morning - Sunday it was - we started out and were accompanied to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, by several cars full of neighbors and relatives. After a big picnic dinner in a park there we left them and started for the West. We traveled along very leisurely and it should have been a nice trip had we all been well, but Marcella's health kept failing, and when we came to Garden City, Kansas she had to be taken to the hospital there, where she passed away October seventh, 1920, from heart trouble. We returned to Manitowoc at once, and the funeral took place at the family burial grounds at the Gjerpen Church...
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In the spring of 1920... Our home was under a peculiar strain Photo during that entire summer as my sister - Marcella was ill. She had not regained her strength and health since the winter before when she suffered from flu-pneumonia while at the Red Wing Ladies Lutheran Seminary. Mother and Dad were continually worrying as they realized as I didn't,the seriousness of it all. Doctors and specialists were visited and consulted, and finally Mother and my sister went to the Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. and there they were advised to go west for her health. The middle of August brought a decision to the family for a decided change. The farm was to be sold, and we were to leave for Phenox (sic), Arizona about the middle of September. Mother's sister - Aunt Ingeborg who was then a masseuse in Chicago, Illinois, came home and decided to drive out with us. There was assorting and packing to be done and a lot of it for Mother and Dad had lived in the same house since they were married in 1895. Boxes and trunks were packed and placed for storage.
On September seventh a public auction was held. Here everything which we did not wish to keep was to be sold. Hundreds of people gathered from miles around to bid on and to buy cattle, horses, farm machinery, even to household utensils and furniture. Early in the morning people began to gather, and not until long after dark did they disperse. All these people had to be fed, and large basket fulls of sandwiches and boilers full of hot coffee were used. Gradually things were precious to us all found new owners. We had all been busy making preparations for this day, and like a dream it was all over. For the next two days people came and went, taking with them their newly acquired possessions, and leaving that premises bare and forlorn where my earliest childhood had been spent.
We spent a few days with relatives and friends, and finally left with all the worldly possessions which here could be claimed by us, packed on our old open- air Jeffrey Car. Early one bright September morning - Sunday it was - we started out and were accompanied to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, by several cars full of neighbors and relatives. After a big picnic dinner in a park there we left them and started for the West. We traveled along very leisurely and it should have been a nice trip had we all been well, but Marcella's health kept failing, and when we came to Garden City, Kansas she had to be taken to the hospital there, where she passed away October seventh, 1920, from heart trouble. We returned to Manitowoc at once, and the funeral took place at the family burial grounds at the Gjerpen Church...
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