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Varsell LaVell Christensen

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Varsell LaVell Christensen

Birth
Preston, Franklin County, Idaho, USA
Death
17 Jul 1945 (aged 3)
Mink Creek, Franklin County, Idaho, USA
Burial
Mink Creek, Franklin County, Idaho, USA Add to Map
Plot
Section: A Row: 32 Plot: 8
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When Varsell was about a year old he got a bad cold. We were afraid he would get pneumonia. We could hear his lungs starting to rattle. It was cold outside, and the wind was blowing, the ground was covered with snow. The only way out was in a sleigh. We did not have a phone. The nearest phone was at Dad Christensen's about three miles down the creek. What should we do? It was to cold to risk taking the little boy out for help. Only one thing to do, was to ask our Heavenly Father for help. Allen carried in plenty of wood and water. He left to milk the cows and feed the livestock. I listened for that still small voice as I put Donald and Dee Virile to bed. I put extra wood in the stove, the house was warm and pleasant. At last Allen was finished with the night chores and came in to help take care of our baby. We sat in front of the open oven door and tended our baby. I made a mustard plaster and placed on one on the baby's chest, and one on his back. As soon as his skin became pink I removed the mustard plaster and rubbed his back and chest with olive oil. We wrapped him in a blanket and let him sweat for a little while. Allen and I took turns holding him and then about two o'clock A.M. Varsell started breathing easier and fell asleep. I changed his damp clothes and we laid him in his bed. We thanked our Heavenly Father for answering our prayers.

July 1945 was sad day in our life. Allen was returning a borrowed truck as he was backing up Varsell ran to be with his dad and was accidentally ran over him and Allen just screamed. It was very hard for Allen to except Varsell's death. He blamed himself for not be more careful. Pearl wondering what she should do, heard a voice say to her "you have had him as long as you can" She then knew that Varsell had finished his mission and had been called back home. She needed to help Allen because Varsell had a habit of taking his father a drink of water while he was milking. The other boys didn't do this and Allen was a long time getting over Varsell's death. However, it helped having twins in the spring of 1946.
When Varsell was about a year old he got a bad cold. We were afraid he would get pneumonia. We could hear his lungs starting to rattle. It was cold outside, and the wind was blowing, the ground was covered with snow. The only way out was in a sleigh. We did not have a phone. The nearest phone was at Dad Christensen's about three miles down the creek. What should we do? It was to cold to risk taking the little boy out for help. Only one thing to do, was to ask our Heavenly Father for help. Allen carried in plenty of wood and water. He left to milk the cows and feed the livestock. I listened for that still small voice as I put Donald and Dee Virile to bed. I put extra wood in the stove, the house was warm and pleasant. At last Allen was finished with the night chores and came in to help take care of our baby. We sat in front of the open oven door and tended our baby. I made a mustard plaster and placed on one on the baby's chest, and one on his back. As soon as his skin became pink I removed the mustard plaster and rubbed his back and chest with olive oil. We wrapped him in a blanket and let him sweat for a little while. Allen and I took turns holding him and then about two o'clock A.M. Varsell started breathing easier and fell asleep. I changed his damp clothes and we laid him in his bed. We thanked our Heavenly Father for answering our prayers.

July 1945 was sad day in our life. Allen was returning a borrowed truck as he was backing up Varsell ran to be with his dad and was accidentally ran over him and Allen just screamed. It was very hard for Allen to except Varsell's death. He blamed himself for not be more careful. Pearl wondering what she should do, heard a voice say to her "you have had him as long as you can" She then knew that Varsell had finished his mission and had been called back home. She needed to help Allen because Varsell had a habit of taking his father a drink of water while he was milking. The other boys didn't do this and Allen was a long time getting over Varsell's death. However, it helped having twins in the spring of 1946.


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