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I attended the Lowell and Longfellow schools. William J. Bradford was the principal of the Lowell school. I had to miss school for a few years because of my mother's illness. She had a bad heart and had a lot of fainting spells. Being the eldest daughter of eleven children, four older and three younger at this time, it was up to me to help mother out. I graduated from the Lowell School with the second highest average in the class. My biggest regret is that I didn't continue on to school. Our family was large and the income limited so I sacrificed in order for my younger sister to finish her schooling because she had remained at home to help mother after I had returned to school.
During school hours we had to march to and from class. One day when I was marching a button broke and my red flannel petticoat, with crocheted lace on the bottom, fell off. Embarrassed, I grabbed it up fast hoping not too many had seen it. Later, a fellow that worked with Val, and had been in my class, told Val he remembered me and the day I lost my red petticoat at school. My childhood was very happy. We enjoyed many family picnics and other
activities. I roamed the hills north of Salt Lake City with my brothers,
sisters and friends. Father used to take us hiking in City Creek Canyon
where we spent many happy hours and had pleasant experiences. Digging Sego
Lily bulbs was a lot of fun for us. I can remember even today what good
eating they were. One Sunday we walked up to 6th Avenue and B Street, Dad
pointed to a spot and said "That is where the State Capital is to be built".
His statement always came to my mind when the Capital was finally built
on that spot. When we lived on 323 H Street, we had a large dog. It was good natured until someome shot it in the ear. During a 4th of July celebration, he was spooked by an exploding firecracker and jumped up on a little girl. Dad was told he had to dispose of the dog so he took him up in the hills and killed him. |