Chapter 9
Toward the end of 1932 the
depression was so bad that a lot of people were moving together. That's what we
did. Papa had very little income and I could hardly make a living, so it was
decided that we would move home to the East Main Street house. The rent we
would pay would help my parents. Ada and I used the former kitchen and had the
former dining room for our living room. We had a room upstairs for a bedroom.
Papa made a kitchen for themselves, upstairs out of the bedroom above our
kitchen. They used the rest of the house.
I can find no record of how
long we lived there but it must have been until the spring of 1934. That would
have been a little over a year.
Our first baby was born in
this NEST on April 20th, 1933. We named him Jay Donald. He uses the name Jay D.
Weaver. He was delivered at home by Dr. Anderson.
One day Jay became ill and
we called Dr. Fake to see him. The doctor was a big fat Pennsylvania Dutchman. I remember that, as he was sitting
on our davenport, he dropped his thermometer case to his feet. Instead of
picking it up himself, he looked up to me and said, "Du bischt dei
dinscht." (You are the thinner.) I picked it up for him.
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