There were twelve children in our family. The fifth was drowned at the age of four in the canal in front of the house before I was born and the little black curly haired one died of Typhoid Fever at the age of nineteen. Mother survived my father thirty one years, when she too was laid to rest beside him in May of 1922. Now "Jim", my youngest sister, and my self are the only remaining ones. Adam just passed away a month or so ago at the age of seventy two. Soon those of us left will be gone too. But we had a wonderful life. It was a full and busy life. And how thankful I am that we did live before the age of sophistication and unnatural speed in which the youngsters of today have their environment. Our lives were not discontented as are the lives of the children of today, with all the advantages and comforts we lacked. We lived a contented life here, and hope to live a reunited and far happier one to come.
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