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Mar. 18-1989
Well, I had a wonderful surprise last Thursday March 16th. Della had gone to the dentist to have some work done on her mouth and I thought I was going to be by myself but not so. A little while after Darline and Della left, in come Mrs. Brealand and she stayed about 25 minutes and just after she left Dora Jane, her daughter Shannon and her 2 weeks old baby and another lady come so they stayed quite a little while and as soon as they left in come Laure Miller and her daughter Scharline, and I was happy to see them as I had known her family ever since I was a littler girl. Anyway I think I have written all about the family in my diary or life story which ever you want to call it. While I was lying down resting awhile ago, this come to my mind. One day 60 years back Willie and I went to Slidell, La., to see the woman who stayed with us so much when she was a young girl. Now she was married and had three children. When she only had two, a boy and a girl, she come to Napoleon and stayed with me when Leah was born July 11th, 1924. So when we got there we got the shock of our lives. She hadn't let us know about the baby we had never seen. He was a spindling little thing and was a sick baby. She told us she had had two doctors with him until they finally told her they had done every thing they knew to do and if she knew any other doctor that she thought could help him to take him and let them see what they can do. So I told her to get things together and go home with us and we'd see what our doctors could do, so she did and as soon as we got there we called Dr. J.Q. Fountain and he come right on and examined the baby from head to foot but never made any comments. So the next morning he brought Dr. Mead with him so the changed his formula and did that the third time but nothing seemed to make any difference. So they were with us 3 weeks when one Saturday night (Horace was his name) he gave up the Ghost. So Willie and his father went to Picayune and got his casket, then sister Laura and I bathed and dressed him then laid him in the little while casket to rest. I don't remember exactly but it seems like he was 3 months old. He had a growth on his little back side the size of a tennis ball. It looked like boil turned wrong side out, it was the most awful thing I had ever seen. None of the doctors knew what it was or at least they would never say. After we got back from the funeral I looked out the back door and there was a line full of his little cloths and it almost killed me but the Lord never puts more on one of His children than
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