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June 9 - 1990
When I can't sleep at night I have plenty of time to think, so things from the old days come back to me. Such as when Mrs. Hover, my mother-in-law went to spend a couple of weeks with her oldest son J.B. and his family. She hadn't been there but a few days when she fell and broke her hip and they had to take her to the hospital and have her hip tended to, so as soon as she got out of the hospital she begged to come home but they tried to persuade her to stay over there for awhile where she'd be close to the doctor until her hip begun to heal but she said no, Pearl can take care of me as she knows just what to do. So they brought her home and she just got along fine so we got Dr. J.L. Fountain at Logtown to come ever so often and see about her hip and he said it was healing nicely. But of course she had to have help to get up and down and had to help her get her cloths on and off and many other little things. The only thing, I was three and a half months pregnant and I suppose lifting on her was the cause of my miscarriage. On a Sunday morning I was cooking breakfast and all of a sudden a terrible pain struck me and I started to my room but before I got to my room it was all over. So everything began to turn black and so I made it to my bed and that was the last I knew until the next morning when I woke up and saw my oldest sister Emma sitting by my bed and I said Well, Emma what in the world are you doing here this early in the
A.M.? And she said why; Pearl you've been a sick girl, you've been unconscious since yesterday morning. The doctor and I have been here with you all night, he just left. I said well what happened? But then it begun to come to me about Sunday morning. I was strong those days so in three or four days I was up doing my work. So that was the year of 1931 but the last part of 1931 she (Mrs Hover) went on to be with the Lord. She was only in the bed two weeks before she died. The two doctors couldn't find a thing wrong with her, with exception of her not eating. Her daughters would fix little dainty things that they knew she liked, such as tender pods of okra boiled and a little salt, pepper, butter and vinegar oil and fish also custard as she loved that but wouldn't touch any of it. We'd beg her to just taste it but she'd hold her mouth tight and say I can't swallow it. So your guess is as good as mine as what was the cause of her death.
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