Saturday, April 2, 2011

LIFE BEGINS by Doris Zilpha Sisson (September 1924)

As I stated before, I came to Kennedy's to board in the fall of '24.
George Sisson brought me out from town, and I left my suit cases, it being a Saturday, and then went back with him to spend the weekend with Grandma Flodin's. When we got to Kennedy's there were a couple young fellows there who had come in from Kansas.  They were Floyd and Lester Surdez.

I learned when I came back out Sunday night that they would help with stack thrashing, and then pick corn. Kennedy had a threshing machine and they worked for him.
That was really a difficult fall for me--away from home, a school teaching job that really worried me for fear I wouldn't do it well enough. But all the patrons were so nice to me, and cooperative that I needed not have been so worried. The county superintendent walked in on me one day when I was teaching the primary grades the poem, "September," and each day as they learned a verse, we tried to picture it in our minds; then each child drew and colored what he "saw." At teacher's institute a couple weeks later she told the group about it and made generous comment. I got over my fear of a "county superintendent", and she became a very helpful friend.
As before stated, I was engaged to Gerald Tyler at this time, and though I got letters from him regularly, I was lonesome, and homesick at first. Ted kept asking to take me home, so I let him, but we didn't really date. He still was seeing Miss Snyder, who had taught here the year before, and boarded with Kennedy's. She came down just a couple weeks after school started and so Molly Kennedy had a house party (we danced on the enclosed porch) so she could see her old friends and pupils and so I could meet the parents. Clyde Langloss called square dances and I got to dance most of the time. Johnit Erickson was there, just looking on. I thought he was sure a nice looking guy and gave him "the eye", thinking we might get acquainted. But he was too bashful. When lunch time came Snyder and Ted wondered whom they might get for my partner. Then she suggested Oscar Schjodt, so I ate with him. Snyder stayed overnight with me, and she told me about the people and students, and helped me out quite a bit. I liked her very much.
One weekend Ted went to Madison to visit Snyder and while sitting in a rocker visiting with her and her Mother he got a terrible pain in his leg. He had bumped his knee when picking corn and they thought at first that was it. He got so bad that they had him put in the hospital there. The doctors didn't know just what it was, and let his right leg draw-up til the heel touched the hip, and there it locked. Learned later it was polio, but it seemed to be the only case around at that time. One day the Doctors and nurses, after putting him to sleep, forced it out straight and put a cast on him from waist to toes. They had put it out of joint and didn't even know it. The suffering he went through was terrible--and away from folks or relatives, and no money to pay hospital bills. A friend, Royal Siegried, whom he had met down here, since he had worked in the neighborhood, lived up there; that is, his folks lived on a farm near Lake Madison. Royal asked his folks if he could bring Ted there, and they generously said "yes". She told me-later that she wondered if she would ever pull him through. He was out of his head most of the time, and everything she tried to feed him, he just shook his head and said "salty."  She was at her wits end, for she knew he MUST eat. One day she made him some Iemonade, thinking he should have some fluid, and he drank and drank. She said she nursed him back to normalcy on lemonade.  So he was up there all fall, into the winter, and Les didn't go back to Kansas. He stayed and worked for Kennedy.
Christmas time came and Gerald came home and wanted me to go back to Mankato with him and look at apartments, so I did. I stayed at friends of his, the Peppers, and of his brother and wife, Ray and Georgia, who had moved to Clinton, Iowa, that fall. I came back in time to go on down to Kennedy's on Saturday before school was to start again after Christmas vacation. And here was Ted. Les had asked if, instead of taking pay for his work, he could work for his and Ted's board. Ted was still in the cast but could get around with crutches. We all had fun that winter; they played "pitch" and taught me to play, and we played most every night. The neighbors, also, got together for cards, playing "500" which I learned, too. Once in a while someone would have a "house party."  This meant dancing to someone's fiddling. These parties were at Siemonsma's, their cousin's the VanDer Waude's, and a few other places. Josephine started to school that year, and Don was in the 7th grade.  Ted had a difficult time getting a job that spring, because there were some things he couldn't do. However, he painted Kennedy's barn and hauled manure for Oscar Schjodt. Then, that summer he hired out to Baynard Cornue for $3.00 a day for days he could work. He ended up working every day that summer.

In the spring we started dating, and I soon knew it was all off with Gerald, and wrote him so. Ted had a Buick roadster, and took me home week ends, and came after me on Sunday, but not for long for this was only an 8-month school.
I went to summer school at Madison again, Ella Anderson and Esther Lickness, being in with me in light housekeeping rooms. I had bought a Ford coupe through Uncle Ira, and drove it.

4 comments:

  1. I love this. It gives insight into the lives of young people of the time from a firsthand perspective and with a personal familial touch.

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  2. That's what I thought. I feel that Doris was amazingly forthright yet graceful in telling her own story. More to come.

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  3. Just now had a minute to sit quietly and read. I love he story and can't wait to read more!

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  4. The Kennedy's farm is that last relic of old farm greatness on the north end of Skyline Heights on the west side of the road, just before you pass over the interstate.

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