Memories

By Loretta Smith Phillips

She accounts for a time when farm lifes daily routines impacted a persons ability to survive through hard work. Todays machinery, and or items of convenience, were not available. This account is laced with pieces of gold. These are topics of personal experience, which affect the heart that center around the dreams people have, while they are growing up and after they are adults. Many of the memories are wonderful but some are not. This book is about a time that has been almost forgotten and as a result, almost unknown.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496918437

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© 2014 Loretta Smith Phillips. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 09/19/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-1845-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-1844-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-1843-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014910652

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Contents

My Background

The Stroke

Art Renewed

A Recipe For Happy Children By: Loretta Phillips

This Book

Church & Sunday Afternoons

Christmas

Going to Town on Saturday Evening

Sledding

Earliest Memories of My childhood

Milking

Baby Farm Animals

Riding Topsy, The Old Pony

Work Horses

The Granary

The Coal Furnace & Hygiene

Spring Cleaning

Wash Day

Dad & His Tractor

Dad’ Spring Work & My Adventures

The Swing Tree

Aunts in Flowered Dresses

Plummer’s Woods

Family Reunions

The Life & Times of My Mother,

The Life & Times Of My Dad

Electricity

The Garden & Orchard

Meat

Supper Time

Killing Rats and ground hogs

The Antics of Dad and his brothers:

School

The Strong Schoolhouse- by my

mom, Dorothea Cress Smith

Jefferson Township School

The Windmill

Barn Raising

The Depression

World War II

Farm Ownership History

Richard Paul Smith & Friends

Family History

Smith Children Marriage information:

Doc’s Family from Fort Wayne, Indiana:

Edith Pearl Newman & Charles Cress

The Newman’s settled in Miami County.

Relatives

My Home

Dad’s Funeral-Paul Solomon Smith

Mother’s Funeral

A true Love Story Discovered

School Lifelong Friendships

Letter to Paul Smith

Family Photos

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About the Author

Memories

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Me and my dog Buster

I am writing a book!

This is a book of memories and happy times, and not so happy times. It is about things I remember regarding my dad and my mom, and their relatives and times of the past. It is also a book about my experiences, some good and some not so good. I hope I don’t leave anything out, although I probably will.

Memories of Yesteryear

This is a collection of the memories of Loretta Phillips, from a time long ago, and a time not so long ago

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[Memory]

Memory is a wonderful thing, for with it, the best is never past.

We carry the thoughts of home in our hearts, to live in, forever, though time has passed.

Unknown

Laertes to Shakespeare’s Hamlet

This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day. Thou canst not then be false to any man.

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Edith and Charles Cress-grandparents of the author, Loretta Smith Phillips

My Background

During my entire life, I have drawn, painted and worked in arts and crafts, as a passion fulfilled in the field of art. Most of my paintings have been canvas paintings made with oil and acrylic paints. I have art work located in several states throughout the U.S. and in France as well.

I was born in a house in Rochester, Indiana and I was raised on a farm just north of Mexico, Indiana. When I was born, I could not breathe, and they thought I was dead. The doctor held me upside down and pounded my back, until I cried. Thank goodness, he never gave up and did everything he could, until I took my first breath of air! I just realize that all of my family would not exist, if Doctor Yokem had not taken those extreme measures.

At the age of 15, I had my first job. I worked as a telephone operator with a switchboard that had numerous cords and slots for connecting calls from the caller to the person being called. In those days, there were party lines. Each person on the party line had a special ring pattern that let them know that the call was for them. The bad thing about a party line was, there was no security. Anyone on the party line could pick up the phone and hear any conversation on the line. Everyone on the line heard the phone ring, even if it was not for them.

The party line, however, was better than not having a phone line. I worked after school three days a week from 3:30 PM until about 9:00 PM and made about 50 cents an hour. I was considered rich. There weren’t that many jobs for school kids.

Aunt Katie would bring me supper every night I worked. She lived about two blocks from my office. She was my favorite aunt, and she could really cook!

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This is what my switchboard looked like and I used the phone ringer to the right to ring the person receiving the call.

The lady who ran the telephone service lived in the house that had the switchboard. This was a 24 hour service. When she wanted to get away from the business, she would simply close the door to the switchboard service.

I got married at age 17, in 1956. I helped pay family bills by getting a job in manufacturing, which is where I spent a large number of years working on assembly lines, primarily in the field of electronic assembly. After retiring, I spent more time painting on almost anything that did not move. I painted primarily on canvas, but saw blades, trowels, slate roofing, glass blocks, other objects, and old furniture were also mediums that I enjoyed. I also painted murals, and have several on the walls on my home.

The Stroke

On April 15, 2008, I had a stroke. At that time, I was retired from manufacturing and was an artist, house wife and home maker. I also helped my husband occasionally, by driving, when he had to deliver parts to our customers. He produces close tolerance machined parts.

Even though the stroke was, and is, a terrible thing, it could have been worse. I was scheduled to drive, while

Reviews for Memories

[junipersun · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Perfect for someone interested in Napoleon Bonaparte, time travel, and psychiatrists. That isn't me, however, so I'm giving this away after getting halfway thru. That was a good stopping point to have ended the book. Mostly I just don't like the concept of getting a current-era psychiatrist to try to treat the megalomania of a future person before he messes up history while experimenting with time travel in Napoleon's era. But the current & future times are so messed up already it's hard to see how they can be much worse. And the psychiatrists all have so many hangups you wonder how they can be much use to anyone else.I like the quotes that open most chapters.