A newspaper article AS I REMEMBER HER by George H. Irwin, printed in Dec. 1938
"Auntie Ferguson" to many people it doesn't mean a thing, but to those who knew her it brings a picture of a little old lady, somewhat stooped, wearing a black dress, and with the kindest expression on her face, always trying to help somebody. Her distinct Scotch brogue, to me as a child, was very interesting, because, at that time, there was none her like it. Her word was truth. Anything she said was never questioned because "Auntie Ferguson said it was so".
As was customary at that time, she visited for a few days at a time with friends. Father and mother were two of her friends. it was a treat when she came to our house for that visit. One of those visits was always in the early fall at "Apple butter making time." The apple butter was made in a large copper kettle hung on a heavy board out in the yard. Because of the intense heat, the apple butter had to be stirred with a long handled wooden stirrer. I remember one time when we had gotten things ready and the kettle began to boil. Auntie Ferguson said, "I am not tall enough to see over the edge. I'll have to stand on a block of wood."
One day when the work was done, father hitched the horse to the hack--one of the first such luxuries in the country, and I, about nine year old, took her and her apple butter home. The size of her house impressed me and I remarked, "How low the ceiling is." But I guess it's high enough for a little woman.
She could always find something to do. Her specialty was making quilts. Today in our family is one of those quilts and worn as it is, it is a reminder of a most wonderful woman--little old, cheerful, the personification of kindness and goodness. That to us that knew her was "Auntie Ferguson".
"Auntie Ferguson" to many people it doesn't mean a thing, but to those who knew her it brings a picture of a little old lady, somewhat stooped, wearing a black dress, and with the kindest expression on her face, always trying to help somebody. Her distinct Scotch brogue, to me as a child, was very interesting, because, at that time, there was none her like it. Her word was truth. Anything she said was never questioned because "Auntie Ferguson said it was so".
As was customary at that time, she visited for a few days at a time with friends. Father and mother were two of her friends. it was a treat when she came to our house for that visit. One of those visits was always in the early fall at "Apple butter making time." The apple butter was made in a large copper kettle hung on a heavy board out in the yard. Because of the intense heat, the apple butter had to be stirred with a long handled wooden stirrer. I remember one time when we had gotten things ready and the kettle began to boil. Auntie Ferguson said, "I am not tall enough to see over the edge. I'll have to stand on a block of wood."
One day when the work was done, father hitched the horse to the hack--one of the first such luxuries in the country, and I, about nine year old, took her and her apple butter home. The size of her house impressed me and I remarked, "How low the ceiling is." But I guess it's high enough for a little woman.
She could always find something to do. Her specialty was making quilts. Today in our family is one of those quilts and worn as it is, it is a reminder of a most wonderful woman--little old, cheerful, the personification of kindness and goodness. That to us that knew her was "Auntie Ferguson".
A newspaper article AS I REMEMBER HER by George H. Irwin, printed in Dec. 1938
"Auntie Ferguson" to many people it doesn't mean a thing, but to those who knew her it brings a picture of a little old lady, somewhat stooped, wearing a black dress, and with the kindest expression on her face, always trying to help somebody. Her distinct Scotch brogue, to me as a child, was very interesting, because, at that time, there was none her like it. Her word was truth. Anything she said was never questioned because "Auntie Ferguson said it was so".
As was customary at that time, she visited for a few days at a time with friends. Father and mother were two of her friends. it was a treat when she came to our house for that visit. One of those visits was always in the early fall at "Apple butter making time." The apple butter was made in a large copper kettle hung on a heavy board out in the yard. Because of the intense heat, the apple butter had to be stirred with a long handled wooden stirrer. I remember one time when we had gotten things ready and the kettle began to boil. Auntie Ferguson said, "I am not tall enough to see over the edge. I'll have to stand on a block of wood."
One day when the work was done, father hitched the horse to the hack--one of the first such luxuries in the country, and I, about nine year old, took her and her apple butter home. The size of her house impressed me and I remarked, "How low the ceiling is." But I guess it's high enough for a little woman.
She could always find something to do. Her specialty was making quilts. Today in our family is one of those quilts and worn as it is, it is a reminder of a most wonderful woman--little old, cheerful, the personification of kindness and goodness. That to us that knew her was "Auntie Ferguson".
"Auntie Ferguson" to many people it doesn't mean a thing, but to those who knew her it brings a picture of a little old lady, somewhat stooped, wearing a black dress, and with the kindest expression on her face, always trying to help somebody. Her distinct Scotch brogue, to me as a child, was very interesting, because, at that time, there was none her like it. Her word was truth. Anything she said was never questioned because "Auntie Ferguson said it was so".
As was customary at that time, she visited for a few days at a time with friends. Father and mother were two of her friends. it was a treat when she came to our house for that visit. One of those visits was always in the early fall at "Apple butter making time." The apple butter was made in a large copper kettle hung on a heavy board out in the yard. Because of the intense heat, the apple butter had to be stirred with a long handled wooden stirrer. I remember one time when we had gotten things ready and the kettle began to boil. Auntie Ferguson said, "I am not tall enough to see over the edge. I'll have to stand on a block of wood."
One day when the work was done, father hitched the horse to the hack--one of the first such luxuries in the country, and I, about nine year old, took her and her apple butter home. The size of her house impressed me and I remarked, "How low the ceiling is." But I guess it's high enough for a little woman.
She could always find something to do. Her specialty was making quilts. Today in our family is one of those quilts and worn as it is, it is a reminder of a most wonderful woman--little old, cheerful, the personification of kindness and goodness. That to us that knew her was "Auntie Ferguson".
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