Life of Elva Lois King Birth to 1986

MY FIRST HOME.
I was born on April 7, 1902, a Monday morning, on the King farm 2 ½ miles southwest of Adaville, Iowa, Section 31, Johnson Township, Plymouth Co., Iowa.  My parents were Warren & Birdie King.  They gave me a name much like my older brother, Elvin Lee, who had died the year before when he was 3 months old.  They didn’t have a  picture of him, so they took me to the Photograph Studio in LeMars when I was six weeks old—nobody had home cameras in those days.

I was the only grandchild on the Poyzer side of the family & got lots of attention.  Grandpa Poyzer’s family lived a mile north of Adaville at that time and Aunt Jean spent many days helping my mother with home work and care of the baby.  Uncle Abe King was farming the 240 acres with my father & living with our family.  He and Aunt Jean Poyzer became very friendly and were married the next spring.

I was the 8th grandchild on the King side of the family, but got lots of attention there, too.

Grandpa Poyzer bought 2 farms near Emporia, Kansas, and moved there in 1903.  Uncle Will was almost 14 years old and Uncle George almost 12, but not quite old enough to help Grandpa with the field work.  So they asked my folks about moving to the 80 acre farm in Kansas and help with both farms.  Neighbors helped my father load all the family possessions—horses, cattle, brood sows, machinery, the dog, furniture into a railroad freight car, and he rode with them to Emporia.  My mother and I rode in the passenger train—just a few months before my sister, Ione, was born.  The extra excitement made her birthday a few weeks before expected.  She was rather small but a strong healthy baby.  The two farms were close together so the families came together often.  Father did not enjoy good health in Kansas—he was bothered with a’gue much of the summer—not enough to interfere with his work but he didn’t feel well.  Maybe a little homesick, too, so he wanted to move back to Iowa.  All the possessions were loaded into a freight car again the next spring, and we moved to the Wilson farm 3 ¾ miles east & north of Adaville, where we lived until 1911.  Uncle Fred King was the partner with his 2 teams of horses and he lived with our family.  Edith Barber was the teacher at the rural school ¾ mile east of us and she boarded with our family, 1904-1907.  Uncle Fred & Edith married (1910) after he had rented the Pemberton farm a mile north of Adaville and Grandma King lived with him.  Edith took me to school with her one spring morning to visit and to become acquainted with the school kids there, as I wo9uld be starting to school in the fall.  I was very anxious to start school and always liked school work, even through high school.  My school mates there at Center School were:  Henry, Simon, Annie Rose and Johnny Lucken; Willie, Fanny, and Henry Weber; Edna, Helen, Royden, and Marie Raber; Mabel, Martha, Lillian Gabel; Clara Buehre; Minnie, Mamie, Myrtle Utech; Chris Herzberg; and Herman Ohlrichs (also sister Ione later.)  Beulah Briggs was my first teacher.  We did not  have an organ but we had 15 minutes opening exercises—quite often this included hymns which I had learned in church (also folk songs); then we repeated the Lord’s prayer which I also knew. 

Nearly all the families attended the German Methodist church ½ mile east of school, or the German Lutheran Church in section 36—which is still active (in 1986); so we were accustomed to the hymns and prayer.  I remember attending the Christmas program at the German Methodist church with my family that first year of school—amazed that it was so like the Adaville church and program in which I had part as far back as I can remember (the candy and nuts treat just the same.) That church was closed soon after and some families living west of the school transferred to Adaville United Brethren Church: Gabel ‘s, Grebner’s, Pausch’s, etc. for a short time.  The others transferred to the Lutheran Church. 

Miss Briggs lived in LeMars but boarded at Herzberg’s, who lived across the road from school, then went home for the weekend—her brother  drove his team both times.  Otilla Backeberg was my next teacher, the Aunt Edith (Barber) King, who lived with my family as she taught my last 6 months at that school before we moved to the Johnson farm 1 ¼ miles west and north of Ruble.  She boarded at Ralph Stinton’s family the last part of that year, then arranged to teach Ruble School the next year—again living with my family.  Anna Anderson was teaching Ruble School when we moved there.  She had 15 minutes opening exercises with an organ for accompaniment.  I learned several new songs there and can still play the tunes which I tried out on the home organ, also some of the verses.  I had played some songs from Sunday School and Church by ear since I was about 5 years old—my mother correcting where I made errors.  This was a detriment when I started music lessons from a teacher.  I liked the tunes much better than the scales or the technique. Emily Way, my first teacher, drilled me on those missing parts where I was out of balance.  Miss Way lived in Akron and drove out in her car to a neighbor’s house once a week, the students had a certain hour to come there for their lessons (one hour long for 50 cents per lesson.)  I was the first one—quite early in the morning, so she would phone when ready to start from home and I was there waiting at the corner for the ride with her to Muir’s house.  I didn’t mind walking home after the lesson.  I had 9 lessons that summer—then had to call time out when my health failed.  Ruth Brown was my teacher the next summer—8 lessons at 75 cents per lesson; that concluded all my supervised music training except what my mother would help me with problems as they came up.  One of my trends was that I played too fast (that still remains in 1986.)  Aunt Evah suggested that my folks trade the home pedal type organ for a piano which she knew was for sale, which we bought and kept it until it burned in the house fire of 1921.  All of my sisters and brother learned to play music on that one.  I bought a violin from Montgomery Ward with my first teacher’s check in 1920 (for about $25) and learned to play it with the instruction book; but it burned in the house fire, too.  I played organ at church for Sunday School part time when I was 13 years old—and piano later.

I was assistant pianist for church a few years before I was married—played occasionally for funerals, etc. later.  Then I had no instrument at home until 1933 or so when I bought a bass accordion for about $20.  Then two more were 48 bass and finally 120 in 1955 or so which I gave to Pamela and Jill (granddaughters) in 1961 when we bought the first used Baldwin organ.  The present (1986)  Baldwin Orgasonic was bought in February 1962 and is one of my best sources of entertainment—much is memory playing.  Harry (my husband) often asks  me to play the organ while he had to stay in the house with health problems.  His two favorite songs were “How Great Thou Art” and “It Is No Secret.”  He never wanted the boys to take up music.  A neighbor family had several boys who were natural musicians and well trained instrumentalists and were gone from home often.  Then they didn’t care about the farm work, so Harry didn’t want our boys to get involved in music—even if I would help them.  I played accordion at church evening services.  To go back to Ruble School, Edith Brock taught there after Aunt Evah, then Estel Williams started the term in the fall of 1913 but stayed only two months.  No new teacher was available for a couple of months.  Being without a teacher for a while wasn’t all bad—school kids were home to help pick the extra good corn crop.  Ione and I went to the field with our father—mostly afternoons and learned to pick corn.  Ione, with a husking peg (like Father) and I with a husking hook—which both of us used for many years even after we married.  A new teacher still had not been found after corn was picked, so our folks arranged with the Adaville school to have us 3 King girls go to school there—Ione staying with Grandma King who was living in a house next to the school and boarding Hazel Deviney, the teacher.  Ferne and I stayed with Uncle Fred and Aunt Edith King with ¾ mile to walk.  After one week a new teacher (Lorraine Onstott) was ready to take Ruble School, although she wasn’t qualified.  She had some high school training but no teacher traning and too young for the required age of 18.  So the King girls moved back home and so glad to be there. The new teacher did so very well.  School mates were:  Ben and Matilda Muir; Rose Anderson; Marian, Ellen and Clara Ruble; Lillian and Pearl Jeffers; Alma, Leonard, and Emma Miller; Otto, Amanda, Lillian, Willie and Ella Kallsen; Frances Kallsen; Charles, Eugene, and John Russell; Bernard, Alma, and Frieda Borchers; Abe, Eilert, and Bert Miller;p Henry, Chris, Hans, Charlie, and Willie Kluver; Ruth, Kate, Irene, Mary and Joe Johnson—Otto, Francis, Charles, Eugene and Bernard were teenagers who hadn’t attended school for several years but decided to come for the winter months after corn picking.  The school was almost over-crowded.  They tried some tricks, which exasperated Aunt Evah, the teacher, toward the Holiday season and she reported them to the School Director who promptly expelled them.  The last trick was hooking rides with neighbors who came by on the way to the Ruble Store at noon for supplies and were late when school was called.  They were breaking the rules anyway of leaving the school grounds without permission.  The regular school kids were glad to have them out!

The King family moved back to the King farm in the spring of 1914.  Ione, Ferne and I walked the 1 ½ miles to the school in Liberty township if we didn’t cut across the pasture or field—which we did most of the time.  Aunt Evah was teaching that school at that time—walking 2 ½ miles from Grandma King’s house beside Adaville School when weather was favorable.  Otherwise she boarded at George Beaulieu’s across the road from school.  Mary O’Brien from LeMars had the school the next year (Aunt Evah was married in the summer.)  John Bogenrief and I finished the 8th grade that year.  The local teachers gave the final exams at school along with the regular classes for the other school kids.  The County Superintendent mailed the examination tests and the teacher mailed or took the book of tests to the superintendent that weekend—no corrections, etc., and no suggestions or helps allowed; (can’t risk that now days.”)

School mates at Liberty No. 3:  Mamie, Dora, Florence, and Clarence Talbot; Allison and Marie Bauerly; John, Francis, and Douglas Bogenrief; Gladys and Bernard Beaulieu; Geneva and Erma Taylor; Ray and Clarence Hoffman; Nona DeRocher.

My mother sewed a lovely white voile dress trimmed with lace, and pink ribbon, for graduating dress.  Then she drove Flory, the work horse (because Father was using the driving team) the 18 miles to LeMars so that I could attend the County Graduating Exercises at the High School for all the 8th grade grads of the county.  Some did not attend and received their diploma by mail.  Mother rather liked for me to see the High School as she was very anxious that I would attend High School—so different from the one room schools in the country.  I don’t suppose that even half of the graduates did go on to high school in those days.  Mother had attended high school and Western Union College (now Westmar) to earn her teacher’s certificate and was determined that all of us five children would have at least high school education; one big reason she strongly objected to moving out to the Northwest county of South Dakota, where 5 of the King brothers had homesteaded or bought farms.  A new country with very few settlers and all were ranchers with some acres broken up for farming each year.  Small towns were far apart—schools and churches were scarce.  Uncle Abe’s and Uncle Blaine’s families (also Uncle Vern King) did move out there and built houses and small barns in 1910.  Uncle Blaine built their house with sod—which they never replaced.  He died in 1942 and the family scattered soon after.  Uncle Vern stayed the few years in his little shanty that was required for ownership, then moved back to Iowa.  Uncle Abe could not support his family from his small farm and worked part time at International Harvester Co., in Aberdeen.  He had worked for IHC in Sioux City, Iowa, before - so qualified for a good job.  Aunt Jean and the girls, Vila and Cleo, moved to Aberdeen in the fall of 1912.  (Velma had died that summer of cholera morbis at 5 years of age.)

Father and Uncle Fred bought farms in the very near vicinity later and Uncle Blaine farmed the land which had been broken up and pastured cattle on the rest—prairie.  Uncle Blaine was the only one who stayed and kept his farm.  The others let let their farms be taken back for taxes not paid—NOT a good deal.

I was always rather shy and my folks wondered about my being away from home to go to high school—I would have stayed in town.  Aunt Jean offered to have me stay at her house with her family and go to Aberdeen High School; so that was the arrangement.  Vial had stayed at our house during the summer so we were well adjusted to each other; Aunt Jean had been my close aunt since I was a baby.  All went well and I had my first year of high school in a big school—98 students in 9th grade.

Vila and I rode the Northwestern Railway train from Merrill to Aberdeen where Aunt Jean met us—no changes on the trip.  I came home for Christmas vacation of only a few days as I had contracted small pox and not out of quarantine until vacation was almost over.  So glad to get home, yet ready to go back for the last semester.  I went back to Northern Normal in Aberdeen for the winter 3 months in 1920 for teacher’s training requirement, and stayed with Aunt Jean again.  I walked the long distance from 404 Lincoln (north) down to Normal in favorable weather but rode on the street care (one block away) all the way when it was not.  We had school Tuesday through Saturday, so I was home on laundry Monday to help Aunt Jean with her big washings—she had roomers in all 4 upstairs bedrooms and washed sheets and pillow cases from them—hand powered washing machine so she was glad for help (Vila and Cleo were in school on Mondays.)

South Dakota required 9 months of teacher training while Iowa required only 3 months, so I didn’t get enough school work done.  My only new studies were Didactics, or Methods and Art.  The others were review of the grade school subjects which weren’t really new to me. I hadn’t planned to look for a school to teach (rural) until summer, but I had been home only a few days when Mrs. Frank Gabel phone to ask if I would take over Center School, Johnson Township for the last 2 months of the school year.  She knew I was home from School, as I was in church the Sunday before.  The regular teacher was planning to be married soon and married teachers were not permitted to teach in those days—she would be moving away anyway.  So without even a certificate (as I had not taken the Teacher’s Examination yet) and not quite 18 year old, I took over—with the County Superintendent’s sanction.  Teachers were very scarce.  Only with 8 weeks left, I took the Teacher’s Exam at the superintendent’s office in LeMars on a Saturday (only one taking it) and received a Provisional Certificate from the state at $100 per month, then, after exams in summer, regular certificate at $115 per month, while I taught May School.  Four different pupils attended school in the 8 weeks at Center, but never that many any one day; the older 8th grade boys stayed out when field work started.  Twelve beginners in that class there and every grade had 2 to 8 students.  May School with 13 seemed so small—then Lonesome Hollow School, southeast of Millnerville, for 2 months the next fall with 27 seemed large again.  Geneva Taylor was signed up to teach that school but was not permitted to start because she wouldn’t be 18 until Nov. 5, so I was almost drafted—I hadn’t planned to teach that year at all.

My last three years of high school were taken at Merrill, Iowa, where I graduated in 1919.  I boarded and roomed at Fred Hammond’s (across the corner from the school) the first year, then Ione was ready for high school the second year.  We had two upstairs rooms about 4 blocks from school at $10 per month.  We did our own cooking on a little kerosene stove and brought our food from home on weekends, same as Ione, Ferne and Freda did later.  We did get a half gallon syrup pail full of milk from Kale’s Restaurant for 10 cents, if the milk from home soured in the warm weather—no refrigerator. 

One of my biggest failings was my shyness so I always did better school work in writing rather than reciting (and never overcame that weakness.)  I was inclined to speak so fast and not loud enough and the teachers gave up on me, maybe!  I still marvel how folks can speak, sing, etc., in public so easily.  So—we had no Valedictory address at the high school graduation as we always had done before and since.  Then Merrill merged with LeMars and valedictory addresses were eliminated.  Richard Milner, William Moist, Elvera Hodapp and Florence Denler were the other members of my graduating class.  I did have a major part in a class play once.

My folks took me to Adaville church when I was almost 4 weeks old—and it is still my church (1986.)  I missed services when I was in Aberdeen and Kansas, of course.  So far as I know, I am the one with longest membership still attending. Several became members in the same class but have moved to another church.  I have lived in 8 different houses but always in driving distance.  Alice (Brown) Bryant was the first Sunday school teacher that I can remember.  We received small sized cards with a picture and a Bible verse on it each Sunday, then, brought them back when we got a collection of 5 to exchange for a larger and nicer one: 5 of them were exchanged for a still nicer one.  I had saved them but lost them in the house fire.  I was included in Christmas, Easter, and Children’s Day programs as far back as I remember, too, until I was promoted to the Juniors class same as all of us; but I can’t remember a Sunday school recitation alone—always in dialogue or singing with at least 2 others, Ione and Ferne were usually the other two.  All of us in the group singing didn’t bother me, but I never out grew the fear.  Ione, Ferne and I were part of a big class of our age group, who joined the church in April 1915.  Mrs. Varce, our minister’s wife, was really a promoter.  Besides working with the young people, who were regular attendants, she went to families in the neighborhood, especially one with young people and invited them to church and the several activities—especially Sunday evening services, and well managed entertainment.  Among them were the Hawkins (Harry, Lela, and Hazel), Dreezens (Bryan, Arch, Tom, and Bernice), (Blanche, Clyde and Donald Zellers), (Lowell, Marvin, Clarissa Burket), who became very active in church work and attendance along with our regular young people.

We did not have regular heated church during the week, so much of the week day affairs were held in homes.  Even weddings were mostly held in homes in earlier days.  Funerals were about the only public affairs, and I remember the first funeral that I attended before I started to school—it was in the home. Mrs. Gowan had died.  My father, mother, Uncle Abe and Aunt Jean were the quartet who sang, so I sat on a chair beside Grandma King.  I thought the casket looked like a big sewing machine.

Not many of the old time church familes have descendents living in the area now—almost no Stintons, Fletchers, Moreheads, Kanagos, Hamiltons, Bristows, Hauswalds, Taylors, Attrills, Lias’, Poyzers, Johnsons, Robertsons, Andersens, Grebners, Gabels, Burrills, Hermans, Husteds and Kings.  Lowell Baldwin and family still attend (in 1986) the Adaville church.  Practically all the Browns are of the Charles Brown branch and are still the strong arm of the Adaville church.  I am the only King (also Poyzer) of my generation and Lorvan and boys (James, Jeffrey, and Bruce) of the next generation.  Cleo, Eva, Marjorie and their families of the Gabels.

Until the last several years, we had opening exercises first thing of our Sunday school services at church.  The Sunday School Superintendent would open with a song and then prayer, reading the Scripture lesson and another song before we went to our several graded classes.  Then after we gathered together back in the main room after classes, the secretary would read the attendance record and amount of the collection, anyone who had a birthday during the week before and contributed the number of cents, according to his or her age, to the glass bowl encased in a metal frame with a slot for the coins on top.  Occasionally, a rather elderly person who had a birthday would use small coins and make quite a noise as they dropped into the bowl.  Small kids were so proud to announce their new birthday by the pennies.  Sunday school ended with a closing song while the church choir members lined up for the service.  Sunday evening services were well attended especially in summer weather.  No air-conditioning and the church would be much too warm, but the Senior Christian Endeavor class had their lesson in the main room.  Young people were in the class room; later the Junior kids had their own room after the church was remodeled.  I was instrumental in organizing the Junior Christian Endeavor.  The Pledge was printed on a large placard and always hung on the south wall of the church; it’s reading was part of our evening opening exercises.  I played my accordion for several years in the song service preceding the sermon at church Sunday evening services (along with someone playing the piano); often I played a solo in the half-hour song service.

The young people gathered together during the week after supper at a planned location—the parsonage more often than any other and had a social time then lunch.  Several couples eventually married after choosing their partners there.  Harry and I  were one of those couples, only we started dating after a singing lesson for all of us young people, if we wanted to come.  The social gatherings were very well attended.  Others were:  Earl Orr and Ethel Husted; Harvey Herman and Mabel Gabel; Elmer Philips and Martha Gabel; Tom Dreezen and Blanche Zellers; Willaim Philips and Irene Johnson; Nelson Brown and Esther Philips; Elmer Brown and Gertrude Morehead; Reuel Brown and Bernice Dreezen.  New Years was a special date for the Adaville church folks.  They gathered at a volunteer home that was big enough to accommodate them for a potluck dinner.  Usually it was Herb Johnson’s, occasionally Ed Stinton’s (the largest kitchens.)  Each family brought good things to eat plus extra dishes and silverware and the ladies were very busy after they arrived.  The kitchen table (nobody had a dining room) was stretched out to the limit, white table cloth was spread, all the company silverware and dishes, fancy sugar-creamer sets, glass butter dish, toothpick holder, fancy pickle dishes, etc, as were needed.  The kids were all sent to a room—probably a bedroom to play under supervision of an older girl, so they would not bother the busy cooks in the kitchen.  Dads or Grandpas cared for the babies mostly.  The men were served dinner first, then the kids.  The ladies were last and did not rush to leave the table.  They were tired and ready for a good visit.  Plates, silverware, etc, were washed and boxed up ready for the next time. If weather was nice, the kids and men went outdoors after dinner for games, or looked over the livestock, new machinery, etc., at that farm yard.  Everybody went home before chore time, which was late afternoon—days were so short.  The last New Years dinner that I remember was in Charles Brown’s new house (Merlin and Cleone’s big house now) in 1914.  Freda and I were at Uncle Fred’s house with Uncle Vern and Bertha—rest were in Kansas for Christmas and New Years.

Another big event was the annual picnic after all the farmers were finished with oats, wheat, and barley threshing in August, and before school opened.  Three of the church families had ice houses—Ed Stinton, Wilbur Morehead, and Harry Attrill. So the picnics were held at one of those three farms usually.  The church men had an ice bee in winter when ice was at its best in the creek near by.  They cut ice blocks about a foot square, hauled them to the ice houses, packed straw between each block in the ice pit under a gable roof cover and filled the top space with straw.  The Adaville store had a large ice house, too.  Certain farmers got a block of ice early in the morning of picnic day and made a freezer full of home made icecream to take to the picnic. Ice was used to keep the big stone jar of lemonade cool for the day and the lemonade was rather watery by late afternoon.  When soft drinks became available in stores, some strongly was the voice of the older parents, women especially, who did not want anything like that at a CHURCH picnic under any circumstance.  Likewise, the United Brethren Church denomination opposed the use of soft drinks.  The Evangelical rules were not quite so strict but so far as I know, nobody even brought any soft drinks as long as I attended the picnics anyway.  We merged with the Methodist denomination in the late 40s and early 50s and electricity was available for cooling advantages, and the eats committee for the stand got ice cream already frozen (from Well’s Dairy in LeMars) and other frozen or refrigerated goodies for the stand.  I don’t remember my mother ever tasting a bottled soft drink or permitting any of us 5 children to do it.  (I haven’t done so to date-1986.) Also coffee—Mother did not drink coffee herself and I haven’t finished my first cup yet—revolting taste and smell, especially when pregnant.  I do make coffee for anyone who wants it.  Harry always had coffee for breakfast and dinner but only one cup at a time—he did not care for more.  We always served coffee whenever anyone else came for meals, etc.  Mother served cocoa for breakfast for herself and us kids; then coffee for Dad’s breakfast and dinner but tea for supper.  I like tea for breakfast now—only one cup which is enough for the day. 

To go back to the picnic, each family brought food for a community dinner after we had the basement added to the church; the picnic was held in the grove of trees across the road.  My father was one of the early workers in the stand and Harry later took over for many years.  Of the stand committee crew, we lived closest to LeMars and got the supplies from Wells in LeMars; we also took the freezer barrels, left over’s, etc, back to Wells after the picnic.  Baseball games were the big attractions after dinner—held in some pasture near by.  Pasture is hard to find now; not many cattle or horses in the area and the present herds are confined to feed yards mostly—hogs and cattle both.  Stephen Brown has a herd of cows with calves yet, but pastures them away from home in summer.  We engaged a speaker for the after dinner program for a few years, but that has been marked off.  Races among the kids are one attraction in the afternoon for the folks who don’t care to go to the ball games.  Very interesting variety sometimes.  The picnic is a once-a-year time for former residents of Adaville vicinity to get together at the home church.  Most of our young folks have left the home vicinity, so ball players are made up from a variety of ages.  We had 10 boys born in 1956 (and only 2 girls) and a predominance of boys over girls most of the years.  A pot luck dinner then a very interesting program for retired folks in the county, and well attended.  The records are good authority for reference.  Ferne was secretary for many years.  The men studying for the ministry at Westmar came out to Adaville at least once a year on a Sunday morning by previous arrangement and took over the church service.  One of the senior class men had the sermon, a male quartet sang a few songs for specials—all very good and serious about their work.

Herb Johnson was probably the best Adaville church man to do public speaking—sermons when the regular pastor was at conference or not able to preach—even extemporaneously.  He had not attended schools above rural school very much but was well-educated from his own collection of reading material at home and visiting speakers in the neighborhood.  When prohibition movements came into the area, he became an avid supporter and really got excited!  Andrew Andersen also—he and his family lived 2 ½ miles northwest of Adaville church and he was Sunday School Superintendent for many years. He also was well-educated by his own efforts.  Born in Denmark, he always had a strong Danish tinge in speaking, but did not let that stop him from voicing his opinions; he was a very good Bible scholar, as was Herb Johnson.  Mr. Andersen taught men’s Sunday school class.

A neighbor boy embarrassed Herb one day—Herb was not feeling well and was taking doses of Tan-lac, a popular invigorating tonic bought from the drug store.  The boy asked Herb if he like Tan-lac and was it good for him.  Herb replied, “Best that he had ever felt.”  The boy asked if he had ever read all the label on the bottle—Herb hadn’t.  So when he took the next dose of tonic he read the label: A high percent alcohol! Herb threw the bottle out! Embarrassed—so opposed to anything with alcohol.

End of Elvie’s writings about herself. From here she went on to the Life of Harry Hawkins, which she wrote in 1980-1981.

[Transcribed and submitted by Linda, the eldest granddaughter/grandchild of Ferne King Jones Tindall, who was Elva King Hawkins sister.

Elva Lois King (Mrs. Harry Hawkins)
Born: 07 Apr 1902
Died: 23 Jul 1996