Eda's maiden surname was originally Hague, but was Americanized to Hauge. Her parents were from Norway, but came to the USA and settled in Dakota Territory in pioneer days.
Eda studied voice for a time. She was President, for 13 years, of the Seatle Fruit and Flower Mission (Seattle Milk Fund); and the first president of the Mothers' Club of Lowell School; and the Vice-President of the Music and Art Foundation. She was President of the Seattle Camp Fire Girls' Council; and was a member of the Seattle League of Women Voters.
Eda wrote the following poem on July 4, 1916:
When Nellie first came into the West,
How little she thought how she’d be blest
By relatives big and relatives small
By relatives short and relatives tall.
But she started a movement that can’t be suppressed--
So here’s to Nellie, the wayfarer for the rest.
Then came John, for no particular reason,
But fate was callin’, fate was teasin’.
It seems so strange, it seems so funny,
To think that here he found wife and money.
The lure of the West caught Ervin halfway.
He came to Spokane, but refused to stay.
After wandering around from town to town
It truthfully can be said, he settled down.
His wife he’s stuck to through thin and thick,
Tho’ he was very young when he took his pick.
For many years Frank avoided the West
Like smallpox, scurvy or any other pest.
He finally caught it, but very lightly.
It took several trips to fasten it tightly.
Like a magnet, he drew the gold, at least,
But the lady he loved came from the East.
Dear Joe was wedded to Broadway,
So he sent his sons to make the hay-
Arthur came first, and he’ll not be Boulton.
He’s made us laugh till our sides we’ll be holtin’.
From Harvard Sidney came and stayed.
He won us all, then he won a maid.
Old New York is but a memory dear,
For the place for them is right out here.
Today, we have our very dear friends,
Who come to the West again, and again.
Who know but some day they’ll all get the bug,
That caught us and held us in a tight bunny hug.
A minister we’ve added to our happy clan.
A Fisher of men’s souls is he, a very jolly man.
Also Adele has come to stay
In all our hearts for aye and aye.
May we always be their own folks,
If we cannot be their home folks.
May our sons and daughters be ever blest
(The rest of this poem was lost.)
Provided by FAG contributor #4886444 on 9-15-2017
Eda studied voice for a time. She was President, for 13 years, of the Seatle Fruit and Flower Mission (Seattle Milk Fund); and the first president of the Mothers' Club of Lowell School; and the Vice-President of the Music and Art Foundation. She was President of the Seattle Camp Fire Girls' Council; and was a member of the Seattle League of Women Voters.
Eda wrote the following poem on July 4, 1916:
When Nellie first came into the West,
How little she thought how she’d be blest
By relatives big and relatives small
By relatives short and relatives tall.
But she started a movement that can’t be suppressed--
So here’s to Nellie, the wayfarer for the rest.
Then came John, for no particular reason,
But fate was callin’, fate was teasin’.
It seems so strange, it seems so funny,
To think that here he found wife and money.
The lure of the West caught Ervin halfway.
He came to Spokane, but refused to stay.
After wandering around from town to town
It truthfully can be said, he settled down.
His wife he’s stuck to through thin and thick,
Tho’ he was very young when he took his pick.
For many years Frank avoided the West
Like smallpox, scurvy or any other pest.
He finally caught it, but very lightly.
It took several trips to fasten it tightly.
Like a magnet, he drew the gold, at least,
But the lady he loved came from the East.
Dear Joe was wedded to Broadway,
So he sent his sons to make the hay-
Arthur came first, and he’ll not be Boulton.
He’s made us laugh till our sides we’ll be holtin’.
From Harvard Sidney came and stayed.
He won us all, then he won a maid.
Old New York is but a memory dear,
For the place for them is right out here.
Today, we have our very dear friends,
Who come to the West again, and again.
Who know but some day they’ll all get the bug,
That caught us and held us in a tight bunny hug.
A minister we’ve added to our happy clan.
A Fisher of men’s souls is he, a very jolly man.
Also Adele has come to stay
In all our hearts for aye and aye.
May we always be their own folks,
If we cannot be their home folks.
May our sons and daughters be ever blest
(The rest of this poem was lost.)
Provided by FAG contributor #4886444 on 9-15-2017
Eda's maiden surname was originally Hague, but was Americanized to Hauge. Her parents were from Norway, but came to the USA and settled in Dakota Territory in pioneer days.
Eda studied voice for a time. She was President, for 13 years, of the Seatle Fruit and Flower Mission (Seattle Milk Fund); and the first president of the Mothers' Club of Lowell School; and the Vice-President of the Music and Art Foundation. She was President of the Seattle Camp Fire Girls' Council; and was a member of the Seattle League of Women Voters.
Eda wrote the following poem on July 4, 1916:
When Nellie first came into the West,
How little she thought how she’d be blest
By relatives big and relatives small
By relatives short and relatives tall.
But she started a movement that can’t be suppressed--
So here’s to Nellie, the wayfarer for the rest.
Then came John, for no particular reason,
But fate was callin’, fate was teasin’.
It seems so strange, it seems so funny,
To think that here he found wife and money.
The lure of the West caught Ervin halfway.
He came to Spokane, but refused to stay.
After wandering around from town to town
It truthfully can be said, he settled down.
His wife he’s stuck to through thin and thick,
Tho’ he was very young when he took his pick.
For many years Frank avoided the West
Like smallpox, scurvy or any other pest.
He finally caught it, but very lightly.
It took several trips to fasten it tightly.
Like a magnet, he drew the gold, at least,
But the lady he loved came from the East.
Dear Joe was wedded to Broadway,
So he sent his sons to make the hay-
Arthur came first, and he’ll not be Boulton.
He’s made us laugh till our sides we’ll be holtin’.
From Harvard Sidney came and stayed.
He won us all, then he won a maid.
Old New York is but a memory dear,
For the place for them is right out here.
Today, we have our very dear friends,
Who come to the West again, and again.
Who know but some day they’ll all get the bug,
That caught us and held us in a tight bunny hug.
A minister we’ve added to our happy clan.
A Fisher of men’s souls is he, a very jolly man.
Also Adele has come to stay
In all our hearts for aye and aye.
May we always be their own folks,
If we cannot be their home folks.
May our sons and daughters be ever blest
(The rest of this poem was lost.)
Provided by FAG contributor #4886444 on 9-15-2017
Eda studied voice for a time. She was President, for 13 years, of the Seatle Fruit and Flower Mission (Seattle Milk Fund); and the first president of the Mothers' Club of Lowell School; and the Vice-President of the Music and Art Foundation. She was President of the Seattle Camp Fire Girls' Council; and was a member of the Seattle League of Women Voters.
Eda wrote the following poem on July 4, 1916:
When Nellie first came into the West,
How little she thought how she’d be blest
By relatives big and relatives small
By relatives short and relatives tall.
But she started a movement that can’t be suppressed--
So here’s to Nellie, the wayfarer for the rest.
Then came John, for no particular reason,
But fate was callin’, fate was teasin’.
It seems so strange, it seems so funny,
To think that here he found wife and money.
The lure of the West caught Ervin halfway.
He came to Spokane, but refused to stay.
After wandering around from town to town
It truthfully can be said, he settled down.
His wife he’s stuck to through thin and thick,
Tho’ he was very young when he took his pick.
For many years Frank avoided the West
Like smallpox, scurvy or any other pest.
He finally caught it, but very lightly.
It took several trips to fasten it tightly.
Like a magnet, he drew the gold, at least,
But the lady he loved came from the East.
Dear Joe was wedded to Broadway,
So he sent his sons to make the hay-
Arthur came first, and he’ll not be Boulton.
He’s made us laugh till our sides we’ll be holtin’.
From Harvard Sidney came and stayed.
He won us all, then he won a maid.
Old New York is but a memory dear,
For the place for them is right out here.
Today, we have our very dear friends,
Who come to the West again, and again.
Who know but some day they’ll all get the bug,
That caught us and held us in a tight bunny hug.
A minister we’ve added to our happy clan.
A Fisher of men’s souls is he, a very jolly man.
Also Adele has come to stay
In all our hearts for aye and aye.
May we always be their own folks,
If we cannot be their home folks.
May our sons and daughters be ever blest
(The rest of this poem was lost.)
Provided by FAG contributor #4886444 on 9-15-2017
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