From the journal of Nellie Elida Hunt Collings, Nelda's mother.
"On bright sunny days I took little Nelda out in the baby buggy. She seemed to feel better, but she breathed so jerky. I couldn't sleep when she breathed hard, but if she got to breathing easier I would jump up and feel of her to see. . .
"Ralph got a job working on a sawmill down in the Buckskin Mountains, and wanted me to go. So I told him to see what the doctor said. Dr. Clark said he thought it would be all right.
"Traveling over those awful roads, through heat and sand, with that poor little thing in my arms, I sure thought of the pioneers. When we reached Panguitch, Ralph took her to Dr. Clark, a brother to our doctor at home. He said that she had leakage of the heart. We went on with her in a few days, but we, the children and I, stayed in Kanab. We went up to the sawmill for a few days, but I was there three days before I knew that I was in Arizona. We returned to Kanab and was there about three weeks when on the 2nd of June, 1913, she died (Nelda). We buried her in a strange land, but oh, the people there were wonderful, and her grave was covered with flowers. The day she died I was out walking in the yard, and right there on the path was the little blue ribbon they had taken off her hair. There was no one to pick it up and hide it for me, so I did as I have always done, tried to help myself, so picked it up and put it in my own pocket!
"On bright sunny days I took little Nelda out in the baby buggy. She seemed to feel better, but she breathed so jerky. I couldn't sleep when she breathed hard, but if she got to breathing easier I would jump up and feel of her to see. . .
"Ralph got a job working on a sawmill down in the Buckskin Mountains, and wanted me to go. So I told him to see what the doctor said. Dr. Clark said he thought it would be all right.
"Traveling over those awful roads, through heat and sand, with that poor little thing in my arms, I sure thought of the pioneers. When we reached Panguitch, Ralph took her to Dr. Clark, a brother to our doctor at home. He said that she had leakage of the heart. We went on with her in a few days, but we, the children and I, stayed in Kanab. We went up to the sawmill for a few days, but I was there three days before I knew that I was in Arizona. We returned to Kanab and was there about three weeks when on the 2nd of June, 1913, she died (Nelda). We buried her in a strange land, but oh, the people there were wonderful, and her grave was covered with flowers. The day she died I was out walking in the yard, and right there on the path was the little blue ribbon they had taken off her hair. There was no one to pick it up and hide it for me, so I did as I have always done, tried to help myself, so picked it up and put it in my own pocket!
From the journal of Nellie Elida Hunt Collings, Nelda's mother.
"On bright sunny days I took little Nelda out in the baby buggy. She seemed to feel better, but she breathed so jerky. I couldn't sleep when she breathed hard, but if she got to breathing easier I would jump up and feel of her to see. . .
"Ralph got a job working on a sawmill down in the Buckskin Mountains, and wanted me to go. So I told him to see what the doctor said. Dr. Clark said he thought it would be all right.
"Traveling over those awful roads, through heat and sand, with that poor little thing in my arms, I sure thought of the pioneers. When we reached Panguitch, Ralph took her to Dr. Clark, a brother to our doctor at home. He said that she had leakage of the heart. We went on with her in a few days, but we, the children and I, stayed in Kanab. We went up to the sawmill for a few days, but I was there three days before I knew that I was in Arizona. We returned to Kanab and was there about three weeks when on the 2nd of June, 1913, she died (Nelda). We buried her in a strange land, but oh, the people there were wonderful, and her grave was covered with flowers. The day she died I was out walking in the yard, and right there on the path was the little blue ribbon they had taken off her hair. There was no one to pick it up and hide it for me, so I did as I have always done, tried to help myself, so picked it up and put it in my own pocket!
"On bright sunny days I took little Nelda out in the baby buggy. She seemed to feel better, but she breathed so jerky. I couldn't sleep when she breathed hard, but if she got to breathing easier I would jump up and feel of her to see. . .
"Ralph got a job working on a sawmill down in the Buckskin Mountains, and wanted me to go. So I told him to see what the doctor said. Dr. Clark said he thought it would be all right.
"Traveling over those awful roads, through heat and sand, with that poor little thing in my arms, I sure thought of the pioneers. When we reached Panguitch, Ralph took her to Dr. Clark, a brother to our doctor at home. He said that she had leakage of the heart. We went on with her in a few days, but we, the children and I, stayed in Kanab. We went up to the sawmill for a few days, but I was there three days before I knew that I was in Arizona. We returned to Kanab and was there about three weeks when on the 2nd of June, 1913, she died (Nelda). We buried her in a strange land, but oh, the people there were wonderful, and her grave was covered with flowers. The day she died I was out walking in the yard, and right there on the path was the little blue ribbon they had taken off her hair. There was no one to pick it up and hide it for me, so I did as I have always done, tried to help myself, so picked it up and put it in my own pocket!
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