On their 25th wedding anniversary, Valentine's Day 1907, all the children were home. The girls cut out hundreds of red valentines and the boys strung them all through the house. They had an 'open house' with friends coming from the town and country.
Ann played "Florence Nightengale" to the whole town of Pelican Rapids, Minnesota. Anyone who was sick could call on her. Her good Scottish friend, Dr. Rae, called on her when someone needed care. She always had a whimsical outlook on her cases. On one occasion, she and Dr. Rae had been with a woman that had given premature birth to twins. Ann told the family that the doctor had said, "Now we might save these babies if we had an incubator, but now . . ." So Ann warmed up the stove's oven, put the two babies in, and kep them alive. She could never understand it when her children would show fear about death. "Oh! What's so different and awful about dying?" she'd ask. "At birth you're just coming in to one world, and at death you're just going in to another. No," she'd add, "don't be afraid of the dead. It's the living you have to keep your eye on." She made a little extra money with her nursing, but most of it was just charity.
On their 25th wedding anniversary, Valentine's Day 1907, all the children were home. The girls cut out hundreds of red valentines and the boys strung them all through the house. They had an 'open house' with friends coming from the town and country.
Ann played "Florence Nightengale" to the whole town of Pelican Rapids, Minnesota. Anyone who was sick could call on her. Her good Scottish friend, Dr. Rae, called on her when someone needed care. She always had a whimsical outlook on her cases. On one occasion, she and Dr. Rae had been with a woman that had given premature birth to twins. Ann told the family that the doctor had said, "Now we might save these babies if we had an incubator, but now . . ." So Ann warmed up the stove's oven, put the two babies in, and kep them alive. She could never understand it when her children would show fear about death. "Oh! What's so different and awful about dying?" she'd ask. "At birth you're just coming in to one world, and at death you're just going in to another. No," she'd add, "don't be afraid of the dead. It's the living you have to keep your eye on." She made a little extra money with her nursing, but most of it was just charity.
Bio by: Darlene Athey-Hill
Gravesite Details
Buried: 5/27/1938, Source: City of Colo Spgs cemetery data 3/17/09
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