Accidentally

            Here is the third (and last) installment about my great-grandmother, Dana Gage Humphrey.

Lizzie was too tired to wash so we went to dentist as our teeth needed trimming a little.  We did quite a little running around got 2 bu pears and called on Mrs. Clark.—October 11, 1937

            Lizzie, my dear little sister, married late to Henry but in time to bear one child, Harry.  Lizzie, who sometimes needed spurring on but was a good, hard worker nonetheless.  My, we were inseparable in those hard years, working hard together every day, sharing the load of cleaning, cooking, washing, sewing, doing our Christian charitable work.

            Lizzie and Henry loved to go to the country and fish.  They would bring home great catches to feed us for days.  I did try not to say anything when they would leave me in hot Tulsa; sometimes, it seemed like they planned their expeditions for when I was too ill to accompany them.

            There was the time I did not see the wire gate and fell over it and sprained both wrists.  Yes, that was when Gipsy Smith, Jr. came to our church to preach a few Sundays.  He was marvelous.  I never did see the need to be undignified in worship like the Church of God down the block.  Why, when they had their “Old Fashioned Revival” they would keep us awake at night, shouting, dancing, clapping their hands until after 10 P.M.

            My knee gave me so much trouble in those days.  I tripped over a chair once, and it bothered me for weeks.  It was about to get better when I placed a box of quilt pieces on my chair at the machine while I cut out a piece of goods.  I sat down on it and when I thought it was Bob [the pet dog], I got up with the help of my hands and how I hurt my knee.  No one was in the house and I cried for a moment or two.  I don’t remember when any thing hurt so.

            Gage and May and the children came for a visit during that time and I hurt my knee still worse.  All of us went to Sunday School.  May, the three girls, and I went into church for the opening exercise.  Edith sat in one seat, then Hazel got into the seat with her.  Because that  was hurting Edith, I tried to lift her up when something in my knee gave way—it popped, how it did hurt.  The next day I could scarcely stand the pain.  But once May rubbed the knee and leg, it gave me some relief, though I could not step on the left leg or foot rather.

            Too bad I cannot say the same about my false teeth.  They must be trimmed ever so often so they will stop hurting.