From Mattie's son, Anthony Baker Jr., 1979 Memoir " My Eternal Formative Years"
From Chapter I
Our stay in Sheffield was a highlight in my young boyhood. (read more on Jennie Pearce Prudy website of find a grave) My lovely mother, very handy with horses, would take Marjorie and I for long rides in a one horse buggy. All spruced up in our Sunday best. Now, as I think about those times, I realize just how beautiful mother was and how proud I was of her. I am all warm and teary-eyed just writing this.
From Chapter II
My mother's gun was a long barrel affair with metal wire shoulder piece shaped as a stock. (Out of curiosity, I just looked it up in my 1902 edition of sears Roebuck catalogue.) it was called a "Quackenbush Junior Safety Rifle" listed at three dollars and sixty cents. It used twenty-two caliber bullets. Speaking of this gun reminds me of an incident at the river edge pergola when I had a close call. Carelessly – forgetting my training – I went dashing down the river path to join the family group. I heard shots and wanted to see what was going on. Well, just as I turned into the pergola, my mother fired, and I had run in front of the gun. I remember my mother grabbing me and the situation was quite upsetting for everyone. I know I was sacred to death, both from the explosion under my nose and the impending lecture. Another lesson in woodmanship learned.
Chapter III
Mother was well educated for her day. An exceptionally fine artist and a collector of poetry and prose. Her favorite poetess was "Ella Wheeler Wilcox". I saw the collection some of her drawings when I was older. Marjorie may have some, I don't know for sure.
I mention this, because, Mother instructed us well evidently. I recall when we started school that fall, we were familiar with reading and ciphering and enjoyed our school work.
Chapter IV
But the seemingly endless periods of fun and adventure in childhood can be suddenly interrupted and the realistic confrontations have to be faced.
My lovely mother was suddenly stricken with acute appendicitis. Unfortunately, the proper medical aid was not available and mother was soon lost to us forever. I still remember the event very vividly. I won't dwell on it, only to say, that Marjorie and I were two terribly lost and frightened children. The only other people in the world that we knew and could turn to was our Mom-Pearce and my very own Uncle Jim.
And so, it happened we were to enter a new phase of our lives and begin accommodating ourselves to a whole new way of life and family.
From Chapter I
Our stay in Sheffield was a highlight in my young boyhood. (read more on Jennie Pearce Prudy website of find a grave) My lovely mother, very handy with horses, would take Marjorie and I for long rides in a one horse buggy. All spruced up in our Sunday best. Now, as I think about those times, I realize just how beautiful mother was and how proud I was of her. I am all warm and teary-eyed just writing this.
From Chapter II
My mother's gun was a long barrel affair with metal wire shoulder piece shaped as a stock. (Out of curiosity, I just looked it up in my 1902 edition of sears Roebuck catalogue.) it was called a "Quackenbush Junior Safety Rifle" listed at three dollars and sixty cents. It used twenty-two caliber bullets. Speaking of this gun reminds me of an incident at the river edge pergola when I had a close call. Carelessly – forgetting my training – I went dashing down the river path to join the family group. I heard shots and wanted to see what was going on. Well, just as I turned into the pergola, my mother fired, and I had run in front of the gun. I remember my mother grabbing me and the situation was quite upsetting for everyone. I know I was sacred to death, both from the explosion under my nose and the impending lecture. Another lesson in woodmanship learned.
Chapter III
Mother was well educated for her day. An exceptionally fine artist and a collector of poetry and prose. Her favorite poetess was "Ella Wheeler Wilcox". I saw the collection some of her drawings when I was older. Marjorie may have some, I don't know for sure.
I mention this, because, Mother instructed us well evidently. I recall when we started school that fall, we were familiar with reading and ciphering and enjoyed our school work.
Chapter IV
But the seemingly endless periods of fun and adventure in childhood can be suddenly interrupted and the realistic confrontations have to be faced.
My lovely mother was suddenly stricken with acute appendicitis. Unfortunately, the proper medical aid was not available and mother was soon lost to us forever. I still remember the event very vividly. I won't dwell on it, only to say, that Marjorie and I were two terribly lost and frightened children. The only other people in the world that we knew and could turn to was our Mom-Pearce and my very own Uncle Jim.
And so, it happened we were to enter a new phase of our lives and begin accommodating ourselves to a whole new way of life and family.
From Mattie's son, Anthony Baker Jr., 1979 Memoir " My Eternal Formative Years"
From Chapter I
Our stay in Sheffield was a highlight in my young boyhood. (read more on Jennie Pearce Prudy website of find a grave) My lovely mother, very handy with horses, would take Marjorie and I for long rides in a one horse buggy. All spruced up in our Sunday best. Now, as I think about those times, I realize just how beautiful mother was and how proud I was of her. I am all warm and teary-eyed just writing this.
From Chapter II
My mother's gun was a long barrel affair with metal wire shoulder piece shaped as a stock. (Out of curiosity, I just looked it up in my 1902 edition of sears Roebuck catalogue.) it was called a "Quackenbush Junior Safety Rifle" listed at three dollars and sixty cents. It used twenty-two caliber bullets. Speaking of this gun reminds me of an incident at the river edge pergola when I had a close call. Carelessly – forgetting my training – I went dashing down the river path to join the family group. I heard shots and wanted to see what was going on. Well, just as I turned into the pergola, my mother fired, and I had run in front of the gun. I remember my mother grabbing me and the situation was quite upsetting for everyone. I know I was sacred to death, both from the explosion under my nose and the impending lecture. Another lesson in woodmanship learned.
Chapter III
Mother was well educated for her day. An exceptionally fine artist and a collector of poetry and prose. Her favorite poetess was "Ella Wheeler Wilcox". I saw the collection some of her drawings when I was older. Marjorie may have some, I don't know for sure.
I mention this, because, Mother instructed us well evidently. I recall when we started school that fall, we were familiar with reading and ciphering and enjoyed our school work.
Chapter IV
But the seemingly endless periods of fun and adventure in childhood can be suddenly interrupted and the realistic confrontations have to be faced.
My lovely mother was suddenly stricken with acute appendicitis. Unfortunately, the proper medical aid was not available and mother was soon lost to us forever. I still remember the event very vividly. I won't dwell on it, only to say, that Marjorie and I were two terribly lost and frightened children. The only other people in the world that we knew and could turn to was our Mom-Pearce and my very own Uncle Jim.
And so, it happened we were to enter a new phase of our lives and begin accommodating ourselves to a whole new way of life and family.
From Chapter I
Our stay in Sheffield was a highlight in my young boyhood. (read more on Jennie Pearce Prudy website of find a grave) My lovely mother, very handy with horses, would take Marjorie and I for long rides in a one horse buggy. All spruced up in our Sunday best. Now, as I think about those times, I realize just how beautiful mother was and how proud I was of her. I am all warm and teary-eyed just writing this.
From Chapter II
My mother's gun was a long barrel affair with metal wire shoulder piece shaped as a stock. (Out of curiosity, I just looked it up in my 1902 edition of sears Roebuck catalogue.) it was called a "Quackenbush Junior Safety Rifle" listed at three dollars and sixty cents. It used twenty-two caliber bullets. Speaking of this gun reminds me of an incident at the river edge pergola when I had a close call. Carelessly – forgetting my training – I went dashing down the river path to join the family group. I heard shots and wanted to see what was going on. Well, just as I turned into the pergola, my mother fired, and I had run in front of the gun. I remember my mother grabbing me and the situation was quite upsetting for everyone. I know I was sacred to death, both from the explosion under my nose and the impending lecture. Another lesson in woodmanship learned.
Chapter III
Mother was well educated for her day. An exceptionally fine artist and a collector of poetry and prose. Her favorite poetess was "Ella Wheeler Wilcox". I saw the collection some of her drawings when I was older. Marjorie may have some, I don't know for sure.
I mention this, because, Mother instructed us well evidently. I recall when we started school that fall, we were familiar with reading and ciphering and enjoyed our school work.
Chapter IV
But the seemingly endless periods of fun and adventure in childhood can be suddenly interrupted and the realistic confrontations have to be faced.
My lovely mother was suddenly stricken with acute appendicitis. Unfortunately, the proper medical aid was not available and mother was soon lost to us forever. I still remember the event very vividly. I won't dwell on it, only to say, that Marjorie and I were two terribly lost and frightened children. The only other people in the world that we knew and could turn to was our Mom-Pearce and my very own Uncle Jim.
And so, it happened we were to enter a new phase of our lives and begin accommodating ourselves to a whole new way of life and family.
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