CHARLOTTE FLORENCE HELLE, 15g (George A. 14, Frederick 13)
b. 20 Dec 1921; Wyoming, IL
m. 10 June 1938 in Donnelson, IA; HARRISON ELROY OSBORN, son of Harrison Elroy and Retta H. (Ryan) Osborn, Sr.
b. 08 Dec 1916; Castleton, IL; d. 10 Oct 2003; Capac, MI; br. Savanna Township Cemetery; Savanna, IL
d. 02 June 1988; Savanna, IL
br. Savanna Township Cemetery; Savanna, IL
CHARLOTTE FLORENCE HELLE, twelfth child and second daughter of George A. and Ida (Kaler) Helle, was nicknamed Miss Chicago by her older brothers because she had a fiery temper, ". . . I had to have so I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. With ten older brothers and a sister, I think I nearly did anyway. I was so tiny people would have missed me anyway except for my big black eyes." Charlotte's early childhood was spent on the family farm northwest of Cuba, Illinois; thirteen children, parents and maternal grandmother-Nancy Paulina (Bayless) Kaler (1844-1935) lived crowded but happy."
When about four years of age, Charlotte was given a lamb which had been rejected by its mother. Bottle-fed by Charlotte, the lamb, named Jimmy, followed her everywhere. When oldest brother, Lloyd, announced that it was time to cut the lamb's tail off, Charlotte refused to allow it and guarded Jimmy zealously. Late in the day she was talking to sister, Ethel, and momentarily distracted. Suddenly remembering, she realized Jimmy was out of sight and she went in search of him but was too late. She completely rejected the lamb and he was put out with the rest of the flock.
Charlotte recalls that her younger sister, June, was the opposite in looks and temperament of Charlotte herself. 'June and Ethel looked more like our Pop, I guess. June was blonde with hazel eyes, Ethel was fair with blue eyes. When I was ten and June was eight, she already weighed about two pounds more than I. June was witty, I had to rely on my temper or stubbornness. Sweet, loveable and cuddly, June made friends easily. I was a daydreamer, June was alert. I used to envy her.
In August of 1932, .... . when June was eight and I was ten, we came down with sore throats and high temperatures. Mom called the nice young doctor in our small town of Wyoming, Illinois. The doctor came every day. We lay sharing a bed with our devoted mother taking care of us. Several times she asked the doctor, 'Are you sure it isn't diphtheria?' The doctor always reassured her.
"Finally, one day we felt better and got up and played with our dolls and little dishes. June finally said, 'I'm tired. I'm going back to bed.' I was frustrated, but she went to bed anyway. She never ever got up again. The next day June was taken to the hospital and died a day later. Her illness had been diphtheria."
Eight years old when the family moved to Bureau County, Charlotte attended grade and high school in Wyoming, Illinois. She married HARRISON ELROY OSBORN in 1938.
Bother, Gail, wrote a graphic account of Charlotte's marriage to Harrison: "She went off one day and came back with this skinny guy as a husband. Now Harrison always blamed me for this. He was looking for a job one day and I told him Dad might be able to use him. I didn't know he was going to join our family, raise those girls and even throw in a boy besides. That was strictly their doings. What a break that was for the Helle Family though. He has not only been a good kind husband and father but he has also been our friend.
'He was devoted to our Mom and took her into his house. He gave her love, kindness, and a 'home,' not just for a while but for almost thirty years. His only reward was her love for him and the respect we all owe him and Charlotte for this unselfish act. Only Harrison Osborn could have shown our mother this type of consideration. Thanks."
Harrison joined the family lumbering and sawmill business, had his own sawmill at one time and in later years worked for Wood Products Co. in Savanna where he and Charlotte reside.
They are the parents of:
CAROL JUNE OSBORN, 16g
b. 23 Dec 1938; Kewanee, IL
SHARON KAYE OSBORN, 16g
b. 29 Jan 1942; Savanna, IL
GEORGE ELROY OSBORN, 16g
b. 11 May 1944; Savanna, IL
CRYSTAL DAWN OSBORN, 16g
b. 17 July 1947; Savanna, IL
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"We Remember . .
Sharon K. (Osborn) Bearce, daughter
My mother, a special lady, should have been a college professor. I don't think there is a word she cannot spell and she is a walking telephone book. She has lived her life as my grandmother did, with her family as the most important people in her life. She is a pushover. I am afraid the grandchildren have sometimes taken advantage of her generosity. Each of them return her love with obvious devotion.
My dad, the host who makes the coffee, the plumber or carpenter when I need work done, but most of all a kind and tenderhearted man who is also my friend.
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Crystal D. (Osborn) Lovejoy, daughter
I will always remember the Christmases at my parents. The whole family gets together usually around 20-30 and the gifts fill the whole end of the living room. The little children are always a pleasure to watch and grow more each Christmas.
We lived across the road from a cemetery. I will always remember taking water over in jugs to the caretakers and playing hide and seek at night behind the stones with theneighbors and friends and family.
Many evenings my teenage sisters, Carol and Sharon, would bring their friends to our home. My mother would play her baby grand piano, my dad would play the mouth harp and the kids would all sing; popular songs of the day and hymns.
b. 20 Dec 1921; Wyoming, IL
m. 10 June 1938 in Donnelson, IA; HARRISON ELROY OSBORN, son of Harrison Elroy and Retta H. (Ryan) Osborn, Sr.
b. 08 Dec 1916; Castleton, IL; d. 10 Oct 2003; Capac, MI; br. Savanna Township Cemetery; Savanna, IL
d. 02 June 1988; Savanna, IL
br. Savanna Township Cemetery; Savanna, IL
CHARLOTTE FLORENCE HELLE, twelfth child and second daughter of George A. and Ida (Kaler) Helle, was nicknamed Miss Chicago by her older brothers because she had a fiery temper, ". . . I had to have so I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. With ten older brothers and a sister, I think I nearly did anyway. I was so tiny people would have missed me anyway except for my big black eyes." Charlotte's early childhood was spent on the family farm northwest of Cuba, Illinois; thirteen children, parents and maternal grandmother-Nancy Paulina (Bayless) Kaler (1844-1935) lived crowded but happy."
When about four years of age, Charlotte was given a lamb which had been rejected by its mother. Bottle-fed by Charlotte, the lamb, named Jimmy, followed her everywhere. When oldest brother, Lloyd, announced that it was time to cut the lamb's tail off, Charlotte refused to allow it and guarded Jimmy zealously. Late in the day she was talking to sister, Ethel, and momentarily distracted. Suddenly remembering, she realized Jimmy was out of sight and she went in search of him but was too late. She completely rejected the lamb and he was put out with the rest of the flock.
Charlotte recalls that her younger sister, June, was the opposite in looks and temperament of Charlotte herself. 'June and Ethel looked more like our Pop, I guess. June was blonde with hazel eyes, Ethel was fair with blue eyes. When I was ten and June was eight, she already weighed about two pounds more than I. June was witty, I had to rely on my temper or stubbornness. Sweet, loveable and cuddly, June made friends easily. I was a daydreamer, June was alert. I used to envy her.
In August of 1932, .... . when June was eight and I was ten, we came down with sore throats and high temperatures. Mom called the nice young doctor in our small town of Wyoming, Illinois. The doctor came every day. We lay sharing a bed with our devoted mother taking care of us. Several times she asked the doctor, 'Are you sure it isn't diphtheria?' The doctor always reassured her.
"Finally, one day we felt better and got up and played with our dolls and little dishes. June finally said, 'I'm tired. I'm going back to bed.' I was frustrated, but she went to bed anyway. She never ever got up again. The next day June was taken to the hospital and died a day later. Her illness had been diphtheria."
Eight years old when the family moved to Bureau County, Charlotte attended grade and high school in Wyoming, Illinois. She married HARRISON ELROY OSBORN in 1938.
Bother, Gail, wrote a graphic account of Charlotte's marriage to Harrison: "She went off one day and came back with this skinny guy as a husband. Now Harrison always blamed me for this. He was looking for a job one day and I told him Dad might be able to use him. I didn't know he was going to join our family, raise those girls and even throw in a boy besides. That was strictly their doings. What a break that was for the Helle Family though. He has not only been a good kind husband and father but he has also been our friend.
'He was devoted to our Mom and took her into his house. He gave her love, kindness, and a 'home,' not just for a while but for almost thirty years. His only reward was her love for him and the respect we all owe him and Charlotte for this unselfish act. Only Harrison Osborn could have shown our mother this type of consideration. Thanks."
Harrison joined the family lumbering and sawmill business, had his own sawmill at one time and in later years worked for Wood Products Co. in Savanna where he and Charlotte reside.
They are the parents of:
CAROL JUNE OSBORN, 16g
b. 23 Dec 1938; Kewanee, IL
SHARON KAYE OSBORN, 16g
b. 29 Jan 1942; Savanna, IL
GEORGE ELROY OSBORN, 16g
b. 11 May 1944; Savanna, IL
CRYSTAL DAWN OSBORN, 16g
b. 17 July 1947; Savanna, IL
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"We Remember . .
Sharon K. (Osborn) Bearce, daughter
My mother, a special lady, should have been a college professor. I don't think there is a word she cannot spell and she is a walking telephone book. She has lived her life as my grandmother did, with her family as the most important people in her life. She is a pushover. I am afraid the grandchildren have sometimes taken advantage of her generosity. Each of them return her love with obvious devotion.
My dad, the host who makes the coffee, the plumber or carpenter when I need work done, but most of all a kind and tenderhearted man who is also my friend.
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Crystal D. (Osborn) Lovejoy, daughter
I will always remember the Christmases at my parents. The whole family gets together usually around 20-30 and the gifts fill the whole end of the living room. The little children are always a pleasure to watch and grow more each Christmas.
We lived across the road from a cemetery. I will always remember taking water over in jugs to the caretakers and playing hide and seek at night behind the stones with theneighbors and friends and family.
Many evenings my teenage sisters, Carol and Sharon, would bring their friends to our home. My mother would play her baby grand piano, my dad would play the mouth harp and the kids would all sing; popular songs of the day and hymns.
Charlotte with baby Sharon and Carol with kitten
Harrison, Crystal, and Charlotte
Crystal, Harrison, Charlotte and Carol
THE TWELFTH BY CHARLOTTE HELLE OSBORN
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sharon k. bearce wrote:
Hi Cousins,
I would like to share with you a little article that my mother , Charlotte Helle Osborn, wrote. Mom would have celebrated her 78th birthday on December 20th. We lost her at the young age of 67, June 4th, 1988. Sheldon asked Mom to write this and had it printed in his book so some of you may have already read it. If so, just ignore.... But it tells some of my mother's life growing up in the George & Ida Helle family. Sharon Bearce
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I was nicknamed Miss Chicago by my older brothers because I had a fiery temper, but think I had to have one so I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. With ten older brothers, I think I did anyway. I was so tiny people would have missed me except for my big black eyes.
I really was blessed. I grew up with my first years on a farm, the twelfth child of George and Ida Kaler Helle. Above me were Lloyd, Royle, Joe, Delbert, Don, Ethel, Walter, Sheldon, Verle, Gene, Gail, then me, Charlotte. Tagging along... the thirteenth was my sister June.
As we often tell our mates, our parents didn't have to correct us often, even tho' we were so many, "because we were good kids." Needless to say, we're not always agreed with.
I was asked, just for the record, to write about some of the things I remember about myself and my family as I grew up. Well, when you've grown up in as terrific a family as mine, I could write a book, because we had the best parents in the world, and also I had the best brothers and sisters.
As I write this, I've had fifty-seven years to enrich our relationship and they've only grown better throughout the years. They've deepened as we've experienced joy and sorrow, births and deaths, marriages and a few divorces along the way.
Every birth is rejoiced by all and believe me, this family has grown and grown. Every death is shared sorrow by all. But the love, the closeness are still there. We're all kicked a little by the same mule.
We all write some. Many of us dabble in poetry. There's lots of music in the family. I remember my childhood on the farm. Thirteen of us kids, Mom and Pop, and my maternal grandmother. We all lived, crowded, but happy. Pop was a German, probably one of the most loving pop's in the world. Thirteen of us, and he never spanked a one of us - but then, "We were good kids." Mom always kept a couple of switches in the corner. I always hoped I'd never get one used on me, but occasionally I did.
Mom and Pop must have had cast iron nerves. We had a long dining room table. It had to be to seat fifteen of us. My youngest sister and four or five brothers and I used to play "Bear around the table". We chased around that table, whooping and hollering. One was always the bear chasing the rest of us. It was a noisy game, but it usually tired us out to where we went right to sleep at bedtime.
I remember tramping the farm with my brothers. They told me an empty tank in the pasture had little men living in it. If I'd watch it, I'd see them come out. I watched for hours one day. They never showed up. I think I was gullible for anything.
As a young man, my brother Royle took up magic tricks. He showed me how he could swallow a ball bearing, then pull it out of this neck. I watched him for a while, then told him I knew how he did it. So he gave me the ball bearing. I swallowed it, then tried to pull it out of my neck. It just didn't come. I think Royle quit doing magic tricks after that. Mom was pretty mad.
I was given a lamb to raise when I was a bout four years old. Its' mother rejected it. I named him "Jimmy" and raised him on the bottle. He grew and followed me everywhere. One day Lloyd said, "Charlotte, we're going to cut Jimmy's tail off today." I absolutely refused to allow it. All day I guarded him zealously. Late in the afternoon, Ethel and I walked down to the yard, sat in the shade, and I dragged Jimmy along. We got to talking and momentarily I forgot Jimmy. I remembered and jum
I realize today that it had to be done, but I had nothing to do with Jimmy again ever. I completely rejected him. So he was put out with the older sheep and eventually sold. I must have been a stubborn little kid.
I started first grade when I was five years old. We walked about a mile away to a little red brick school house. I walked with my older brothers. One day Gail and I were lagging about a hundred feet behind as we started out. A neighbor came by and passed us and picked up the older boys. I turned around and went back home. Gail was always a good kid. He went on to school. That day I found out why Mom had a switch. She whipped me several times, trying to get me to go on to school, but I ref
These little gems show I was always stubborn. I didn't realize that then. It's no wonder today my husband tells people I'm stubborn. Well I guess I'm too old to change today.
When I was about six years old, my cousin Mabel and I used to walk around cow pastures and tramp in the fresh manure barefoot. We thought it was lots of fun.
June was just the opposite of me. She and Ethel looked more like our Pop I guess. June was blond with hazel eyes. Ethel was fair with blue eyes. When I was ten and June was eight, she already weighed about two pounds more than me. June was witty, where I had to rely on my temper or stubbornness. June was sweet, loveable and cuddly, two and a half years younger than I, she made friends easily. I used to envy her.
I was a day dreamer. After we left the farm and moved to town, we walked to school. I walked along, day-dreaming, and walked across just ahead of a train coming. June, alays alert, waited for the train. After that Mom used to tell June, "Take care of Charlotte so she doesn't get run over." Needless to say, that went over real big. June was in the second grade and I was in the fifth.
On Valentines Day I got a normal amount of valentines, but by this time two little boys were in love with June. One named Tommy...one named Melvin. After school, in our doorway, we found two valentines to June from Melvin, then and hour later two from Tommy. The next day three from Melvin and a little later three from Tommy. This went on for about three days. Finally, Melvin brought a whole shoe box full of valentines and deposited at our door, "To June from Melvin". That ended the war. I d
Grandma had a fatty tumor on the nape of her neck. Cold winter nights, June and I, who slept with Grandma, used to take turns warming it with our hands.
One sad Fall, when June was eight and I was ten, we came down with sore throats and high temperatures. Mom called the nice young doctor in our small town of Wyoming, Illinois. The doctor came every day. We lay sharing a bed with our devoted mother taking care of us. Several times she asked the doctor, "Are you sure it isn't diphtheria?" The doctor always reassured her.
Finally, one day we felt better. Maybe I'm the one who felt better, but we had been down so long. We got up and played with our dolls and little dishes. June finally said, "I'm tired. I'm going back to bed." I was frustrated, but she went back to bed anyway. She never got up again. The next day she went to the hospital and as near as I can remember, as I was only ten, she only lived one day.
Those two little boys who sent her valentines would come as far as the yard, but they didn't come to see their little friend laid out in the parlor in her pink chiffon dress. Her illness had been diphtheria.
Walter married about the time of June's death. Lloyd, Royle, Joe, Delbert and Ethel were all married previous to this time. This left the five younger boys and Don at home as well as me. The folks moved into a house they bought at the west end of Wyoming.
Mom never got over June's death. I don't believe Pop ever did either. I guess even after twelve kids, the baby of the family has a special place in peoples hearts, and June was special. She was so bright and loving that I'm sure she as a favorite with all of the family.
I have to admit there had been some times in her eight short years that I had felt envious, but I missed my little playmate. Yet today, I realize many years have passed and I'd have had a much richer life if she'd lived with her beautiful spirit.
Gail, who was eighteen months older than I was, and I were very close. We went to high school together. Gail was always gentle and loving. Gene was too. As little girls, June and I often declared we were going to marry Gene when we grew up.
Verle was one of those dashing, handsome young men. Black eyes, gay and charming. A little more of a temper than Gail and a little more yet than Gene. Verle had a good friend, Bus White. They were always playing jokes, never any harm done, a gag here, a joke there. I was always proud of my brothers.
Sheldon married Hazel Hendrick. Don was married about the same time too. Verle and Hazel's two brothers had a band or orchestra. Verle and Bob Hendrick played violins. Verle a mouth harp along with the violin, and Elmer the drums. Bob was a good kid. Verle and Elmer were mischievous. We always say Verle was led astray by Elmer, but Hazel says it was vice versa. Really they never got into trouble... Just had clean fun.. sometimes funny.
Well Gail married his high school sweetheart. I married Harrison Osborn. Verle and Gene went into the service. World War II started. Eventually Gail went too. All three came back, although Pop passed away in 1843.
Our childhoods were over... Very memorable childhoods; eating eggs by the dozens at Easter; homemade root beer in the basement; Pop trading lumber fo sorghum; homemade clothes; hair put up in rags for curlers; going barefoot on the farm; milking cows; Dad on the threshing runs; big meals by the women for the threshing crew; homemade ice cream; listening to Joe Lewis prize fights on the car radio with the brothers and friends; chivalry when Don got married; the friends we made throughout our scho
Yes... It has been a grand life and a great family. Today, 1979, I've lost, besides June, two beloved brothers, Don died in 1961 in a tragic accident and Royle died in September 1979. We've lost several nieces and nephews, and yes our childhood is over, living only in our memories, where they still burn bright. Even Mom is gone, but as long as some of us are still here, they all are in our hearts and our memories.
Charlotte Helle Osborn
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sharon k. bearce wrote:
Hi Cousins,
I would like to share with you a little article that my mother , Charlotte Helle Osborn, wrote. Mom would have celebrated her 78th birthday on December 20th. We lost her at the young age of 67, June 4th, 1988. Sheldon asked Mom to write this and had it printed in his book so some of you may have already read it. If so, just ignore.... But it tells some of my mother's life growing up in the George & Ida Helle family. Sharon Bearce
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I was nicknamed Miss Chicago by my older brothers because I had a fiery temper, but think I had to have one so I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. With ten older brothers, I think I did anyway. I was so tiny people would have missed me except for my big black eyes.
I really was blessed. I grew up with my first years on a farm, the twelfth child of George and Ida Kaler Helle. Above me were Lloyd, Royle, Joe, Delbert, Don, Ethel, Walter, Sheldon, Verle, Gene, Gail, then me, Charlotte. Tagging along... the thirteenth was my sister June.
As we often tell our mates, our parents didn't have to correct us often, even tho' we were so many, "because we were good kids." Needless to say, we're not always agreed with.
I was asked, just for the record, to write about some of the things I remember about myself and my family as I grew up. Well, when you've grown up in as terrific a family as mine, I could write a book, because we had the best parents in the world, and also I had the best brothers and sisters.
As I write this, I've had fifty-seven years to enrich our relationship and they've only grown better throughout the years. They've deepened as we've experienced joy and sorrow, births and deaths, marriages and a few divorces along the way.
Every birth is rejoiced by all and believe me, this family has grown and grown. Every death is shared sorrow by all. But the love, the closeness are still there. We're all kicked a little by the same mule.
We all write some. Many of us dabble in poetry. There's lots of music in the family. I remember my childhood on the farm. Thirteen of us kids, Mom and Pop, and my maternal grandmother. We all lived, crowded, but happy. Pop was a German, probably one of the most loving pop's in the world. Thirteen of us, and he never spanked a one of us - but then, "We were good kids." Mom always kept a couple of switches in the corner. I always hoped I'd never get one used on me, but occasionally I did.
Mom and Pop must have had cast iron nerves. We had a long dining room table. It had to be to seat fifteen of us. My youngest sister and four or five brothers and I used to play "Bear around the table". We chased around that table, whooping and hollering. One was always the bear chasing the rest of us. It was a noisy game, but it usually tired us out to where we went right to sleep at bedtime.
I remember tramping the farm with my brothers. They told me an empty tank in the pasture had little men living in it. If I'd watch it, I'd see them come out. I watched for hours one day. They never showed up. I think I was gullible for anything.
As a young man, my brother Royle took up magic tricks. He showed me how he could swallow a ball bearing, then pull it out of this neck. I watched him for a while, then told him I knew how he did it. So he gave me the ball bearing. I swallowed it, then tried to pull it out of my neck. It just didn't come. I think Royle quit doing magic tricks after that. Mom was pretty mad.
I was given a lamb to raise when I was a bout four years old. Its' mother rejected it. I named him "Jimmy" and raised him on the bottle. He grew and followed me everywhere. One day Lloyd said, "Charlotte, we're going to cut Jimmy's tail off today." I absolutely refused to allow it. All day I guarded him zealously. Late in the afternoon, Ethel and I walked down to the yard, sat in the shade, and I dragged Jimmy along. We got to talking and momentarily I forgot Jimmy. I remembered and jum
I realize today that it had to be done, but I had nothing to do with Jimmy again ever. I completely rejected him. So he was put out with the older sheep and eventually sold. I must have been a stubborn little kid.
I started first grade when I was five years old. We walked about a mile away to a little red brick school house. I walked with my older brothers. One day Gail and I were lagging about a hundred feet behind as we started out. A neighbor came by and passed us and picked up the older boys. I turned around and went back home. Gail was always a good kid. He went on to school. That day I found out why Mom had a switch. She whipped me several times, trying to get me to go on to school, but I ref
These little gems show I was always stubborn. I didn't realize that then. It's no wonder today my husband tells people I'm stubborn. Well I guess I'm too old to change today.
When I was about six years old, my cousin Mabel and I used to walk around cow pastures and tramp in the fresh manure barefoot. We thought it was lots of fun.
June was just the opposite of me. She and Ethel looked more like our Pop I guess. June was blond with hazel eyes. Ethel was fair with blue eyes. When I was ten and June was eight, she already weighed about two pounds more than me. June was witty, where I had to rely on my temper or stubbornness. June was sweet, loveable and cuddly, two and a half years younger than I, she made friends easily. I used to envy her.
I was a day dreamer. After we left the farm and moved to town, we walked to school. I walked along, day-dreaming, and walked across just ahead of a train coming. June, alays alert, waited for the train. After that Mom used to tell June, "Take care of Charlotte so she doesn't get run over." Needless to say, that went over real big. June was in the second grade and I was in the fifth.
On Valentines Day I got a normal amount of valentines, but by this time two little boys were in love with June. One named Tommy...one named Melvin. After school, in our doorway, we found two valentines to June from Melvin, then and hour later two from Tommy. The next day three from Melvin and a little later three from Tommy. This went on for about three days. Finally, Melvin brought a whole shoe box full of valentines and deposited at our door, "To June from Melvin". That ended the war. I d
Grandma had a fatty tumor on the nape of her neck. Cold winter nights, June and I, who slept with Grandma, used to take turns warming it with our hands.
One sad Fall, when June was eight and I was ten, we came down with sore throats and high temperatures. Mom called the nice young doctor in our small town of Wyoming, Illinois. The doctor came every day. We lay sharing a bed with our devoted mother taking care of us. Several times she asked the doctor, "Are you sure it isn't diphtheria?" The doctor always reassured her.
Finally, one day we felt better. Maybe I'm the one who felt better, but we had been down so long. We got up and played with our dolls and little dishes. June finally said, "I'm tired. I'm going back to bed." I was frustrated, but she went back to bed anyway. She never got up again. The next day she went to the hospital and as near as I can remember, as I was only ten, she only lived one day.
Those two little boys who sent her valentines would come as far as the yard, but they didn't come to see their little friend laid out in the parlor in her pink chiffon dress. Her illness had been diphtheria.
Walter married about the time of June's death. Lloyd, Royle, Joe, Delbert and Ethel were all married previous to this time. This left the five younger boys and Don at home as well as me. The folks moved into a house they bought at the west end of Wyoming.
Mom never got over June's death. I don't believe Pop ever did either. I guess even after twelve kids, the baby of the family has a special place in peoples hearts, and June was special. She was so bright and loving that I'm sure she as a favorite with all of the family.
I have to admit there had been some times in her eight short years that I had felt envious, but I missed my little playmate. Yet today, I realize many years have passed and I'd have had a much richer life if she'd lived with her beautiful spirit.
Gail, who was eighteen months older than I was, and I were very close. We went to high school together. Gail was always gentle and loving. Gene was too. As little girls, June and I often declared we were going to marry Gene when we grew up.
Verle was one of those dashing, handsome young men. Black eyes, gay and charming. A little more of a temper than Gail and a little more yet than Gene. Verle had a good friend, Bus White. They were always playing jokes, never any harm done, a gag here, a joke there. I was always proud of my brothers.
Sheldon married Hazel Hendrick. Don was married about the same time too. Verle and Hazel's two brothers had a band or orchestra. Verle and Bob Hendrick played violins. Verle a mouth harp along with the violin, and Elmer the drums. Bob was a good kid. Verle and Elmer were mischievous. We always say Verle was led astray by Elmer, but Hazel says it was vice versa. Really they never got into trouble... Just had clean fun.. sometimes funny.
Well Gail married his high school sweetheart. I married Harrison Osborn. Verle and Gene went into the service. World War II started. Eventually Gail went too. All three came back, although Pop passed away in 1843.
Our childhoods were over... Very memorable childhoods; eating eggs by the dozens at Easter; homemade root beer in the basement; Pop trading lumber fo sorghum; homemade clothes; hair put up in rags for curlers; going barefoot on the farm; milking cows; Dad on the threshing runs; big meals by the women for the threshing crew; homemade ice cream; listening to Joe Lewis prize fights on the car radio with the brothers and friends; chivalry when Don got married; the friends we made throughout our scho
Yes... It has been a grand life and a great family. Today, 1979, I've lost, besides June, two beloved brothers, Don died in 1961 in a tragic accident and Royle died in September 1979. We've lost several nieces and nephews, and yes our childhood is over, living only in our memories, where they still burn bright. Even Mom is gone, but as long as some of us are still here, they all are in our hearts and our memories.
Charlotte Helle Osborn
