Spouse:
Troy Milton Rosinbaum 1923-2003
Md: Jun 24 1942
Children:
Jesse Eugene Rosinbaum
Spouse:
Arthur Andrew Bengtson 1915-2009
Md: Nov 28 1982 in McKinney, Collin Co, TX
1973 MEMORY FLASHES
DEDICATED TO: MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
TO CHARLIE: (the oldest) For his sense of responsible toward the family.
TO NANNIE: I remember her in the kitchen cooking, cooking something good--like homemade doughnuts.
TO OLIVE MAE (Dick) For keeping my hair cut and doing my sewing.
TO JESSE: For his caring in small ways, like giving me .25 cents when he came home from the C.C. Camp and feeding me crushed ice while they were removing my appendix.
TO THE OTHERS: For just being themselves.
"UNLOADING THE WAGON"
As we listened we could hear the horses feet going clop, clop as they crossed the wooden bridge, the rattle of the wagon coming down the road.
Papa and our neighbor, Gilbert Adams were returning home from town. The wagon was loaded with groceries and supplies. They only made about two trips a year to the only town of any size near us. So many sacks and boxes to peep into and always the surprise of a sack of store bought candy. Papa did the best he could by us eight children, it being during the depression and him being sick a lot.
Unloading the wagon had an extra thrill for me this time. Gilbert called out to me, "Here Lucy, this is for you". As he threw me a sack, my heart beat fast, as I caught it. It was print material for a new dress. He knew that all the other girls in my class at school were talking about how their mothers were making new dresses for our class picnic. Our teacher was planning to take us to the piney woods. None of us had hardly been out of the county before, so we were looking forward to the trip, besides she was buying candy and fruit for all the class, which was a thrill in it's self for me.
What lingers in my memories most is the surprise of the present for me, and knowing the thoughtfulness and understanding of our neighbor, for we learn by the example that are set for us.
"FALLING DOWN"
As you know, back in early days the country people didn't get into town often. If you had an illness, the country doctor came in his horse and buggy to see you.
I had a long illness and he came every day for days and days. It seems he gave me Castor Oil in orange juice every day for days. I can still smell the Castor Oil today when I drink orange juice. The high fever left my legs weak and I continued to have trouble with my legs given way and I would fall down.
At school I would often fall down and would have to be carried home. Of course we walked to school, across the wheat field and through Uncle Dave's orchard. Many days Jesse would carry me home piggy back. Some days I might make it all day and almost home, before my legs would give way.
The doctor never knew what caused the high fever. Of course this was before the days of antibiotics.
I have had a hearing problem all these years and Dr. Shea, the famous ear specialist, says it was caused from a severe illness, probably this one.
"THE EMPTY CHAIR"
Among my fondest memories, are those of walking toward home, always looking far ahead, into the sunset, to get a view of the chair and Papa. My Mother, my youngest sister Sybil, and myself often walked to the neighbors and returned at sunset. Papa was always setting on his chair, on the long front porch, awaiting our return.
One rainy November day we took his cold body to the grave yard for burial. I had just had my 10th birthday in October, so it didn't register on my child's mind, just what had happened to Papa.
As we approached the house on our return home from one of our visits, my eyes lingered on the empty chair. Than and only than did the lost of Papa register on my mind. So the sight of any old farm house, with a long front porch and an empty chair, brings back that lonely feeling, that only a 10 year old would understand.
So the experience of loosing a loved one at any early age, has left my heart more tender toward others in their times of great sorrow.
"PRECIOUS MEMORIES --- HOW THEY LINGER, HOW THEY EVER FLOOD MY SOUL ---"
Written by: Louise McCool Rosinbaum Bengtson
Given to: Carleen Ferguson
Troy Milton Rosinbaum 1923-2003
Md: Jun 24 1942
Children:
Jesse Eugene Rosinbaum
Spouse:
Arthur Andrew Bengtson 1915-2009
Md: Nov 28 1982 in McKinney, Collin Co, TX
1973 MEMORY FLASHES
DEDICATED TO: MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
TO CHARLIE: (the oldest) For his sense of responsible toward the family.
TO NANNIE: I remember her in the kitchen cooking, cooking something good--like homemade doughnuts.
TO OLIVE MAE (Dick) For keeping my hair cut and doing my sewing.
TO JESSE: For his caring in small ways, like giving me .25 cents when he came home from the C.C. Camp and feeding me crushed ice while they were removing my appendix.
TO THE OTHERS: For just being themselves.
"UNLOADING THE WAGON"
As we listened we could hear the horses feet going clop, clop as they crossed the wooden bridge, the rattle of the wagon coming down the road.
Papa and our neighbor, Gilbert Adams were returning home from town. The wagon was loaded with groceries and supplies. They only made about two trips a year to the only town of any size near us. So many sacks and boxes to peep into and always the surprise of a sack of store bought candy. Papa did the best he could by us eight children, it being during the depression and him being sick a lot.
Unloading the wagon had an extra thrill for me this time. Gilbert called out to me, "Here Lucy, this is for you". As he threw me a sack, my heart beat fast, as I caught it. It was print material for a new dress. He knew that all the other girls in my class at school were talking about how their mothers were making new dresses for our class picnic. Our teacher was planning to take us to the piney woods. None of us had hardly been out of the county before, so we were looking forward to the trip, besides she was buying candy and fruit for all the class, which was a thrill in it's self for me.
What lingers in my memories most is the surprise of the present for me, and knowing the thoughtfulness and understanding of our neighbor, for we learn by the example that are set for us.
"FALLING DOWN"
As you know, back in early days the country people didn't get into town often. If you had an illness, the country doctor came in his horse and buggy to see you.
I had a long illness and he came every day for days and days. It seems he gave me Castor Oil in orange juice every day for days. I can still smell the Castor Oil today when I drink orange juice. The high fever left my legs weak and I continued to have trouble with my legs given way and I would fall down.
At school I would often fall down and would have to be carried home. Of course we walked to school, across the wheat field and through Uncle Dave's orchard. Many days Jesse would carry me home piggy back. Some days I might make it all day and almost home, before my legs would give way.
The doctor never knew what caused the high fever. Of course this was before the days of antibiotics.
I have had a hearing problem all these years and Dr. Shea, the famous ear specialist, says it was caused from a severe illness, probably this one.
"THE EMPTY CHAIR"
Among my fondest memories, are those of walking toward home, always looking far ahead, into the sunset, to get a view of the chair and Papa. My Mother, my youngest sister Sybil, and myself often walked to the neighbors and returned at sunset. Papa was always setting on his chair, on the long front porch, awaiting our return.
One rainy November day we took his cold body to the grave yard for burial. I had just had my 10th birthday in October, so it didn't register on my child's mind, just what had happened to Papa.
As we approached the house on our return home from one of our visits, my eyes lingered on the empty chair. Than and only than did the lost of Papa register on my mind. So the sight of any old farm house, with a long front porch and an empty chair, brings back that lonely feeling, that only a 10 year old would understand.
So the experience of loosing a loved one at any early age, has left my heart more tender toward others in their times of great sorrow.
"PRECIOUS MEMORIES --- HOW THEY LINGER, HOW THEY EVER FLOOD MY SOUL ---"
Written by: Louise McCool Rosinbaum Bengtson
Given to: Carleen Ferguson
Spouse:
Troy Milton Rosinbaum 1923-2003
Md: Jun 24 1942
Children:
Jesse Eugene Rosinbaum
Spouse:
Arthur Andrew Bengtson 1915-2009
Md: Nov 28 1982 in McKinney, Collin Co, TX
1973 MEMORY FLASHES
DEDICATED TO: MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
TO CHARLIE: (the oldest) For his sense of responsible toward the family.
TO NANNIE: I remember her in the kitchen cooking, cooking something good--like homemade doughnuts.
TO OLIVE MAE (Dick) For keeping my hair cut and doing my sewing.
TO JESSE: For his caring in small ways, like giving me .25 cents when he came home from the C.C. Camp and feeding me crushed ice while they were removing my appendix.
TO THE OTHERS: For just being themselves.
"UNLOADING THE WAGON"
As we listened we could hear the horses feet going clop, clop as they crossed the wooden bridge, the rattle of the wagon coming down the road.
Papa and our neighbor, Gilbert Adams were returning home from town. The wagon was loaded with groceries and supplies. They only made about two trips a year to the only town of any size near us. So many sacks and boxes to peep into and always the surprise of a sack of store bought candy. Papa did the best he could by us eight children, it being during the depression and him being sick a lot.
Unloading the wagon had an extra thrill for me this time. Gilbert called out to me, "Here Lucy, this is for you". As he threw me a sack, my heart beat fast, as I caught it. It was print material for a new dress. He knew that all the other girls in my class at school were talking about how their mothers were making new dresses for our class picnic. Our teacher was planning to take us to the piney woods. None of us had hardly been out of the county before, so we were looking forward to the trip, besides she was buying candy and fruit for all the class, which was a thrill in it's self for me.
What lingers in my memories most is the surprise of the present for me, and knowing the thoughtfulness and understanding of our neighbor, for we learn by the example that are set for us.
"FALLING DOWN"
As you know, back in early days the country people didn't get into town often. If you had an illness, the country doctor came in his horse and buggy to see you.
I had a long illness and he came every day for days and days. It seems he gave me Castor Oil in orange juice every day for days. I can still smell the Castor Oil today when I drink orange juice. The high fever left my legs weak and I continued to have trouble with my legs given way and I would fall down.
At school I would often fall down and would have to be carried home. Of course we walked to school, across the wheat field and through Uncle Dave's orchard. Many days Jesse would carry me home piggy back. Some days I might make it all day and almost home, before my legs would give way.
The doctor never knew what caused the high fever. Of course this was before the days of antibiotics.
I have had a hearing problem all these years and Dr. Shea, the famous ear specialist, says it was caused from a severe illness, probably this one.
"THE EMPTY CHAIR"
Among my fondest memories, are those of walking toward home, always looking far ahead, into the sunset, to get a view of the chair and Papa. My Mother, my youngest sister Sybil, and myself often walked to the neighbors and returned at sunset. Papa was always setting on his chair, on the long front porch, awaiting our return.
One rainy November day we took his cold body to the grave yard for burial. I had just had my 10th birthday in October, so it didn't register on my child's mind, just what had happened to Papa.
As we approached the house on our return home from one of our visits, my eyes lingered on the empty chair. Than and only than did the lost of Papa register on my mind. So the sight of any old farm house, with a long front porch and an empty chair, brings back that lonely feeling, that only a 10 year old would understand.
So the experience of loosing a loved one at any early age, has left my heart more tender toward others in their times of great sorrow.
"PRECIOUS MEMORIES --- HOW THEY LINGER, HOW THEY EVER FLOOD MY SOUL ---"
Written by: Louise McCool Rosinbaum Bengtson
Given to: Carleen Ferguson
Troy Milton Rosinbaum 1923-2003
Md: Jun 24 1942
Children:
Jesse Eugene Rosinbaum
Spouse:
Arthur Andrew Bengtson 1915-2009
Md: Nov 28 1982 in McKinney, Collin Co, TX
1973 MEMORY FLASHES
DEDICATED TO: MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
TO CHARLIE: (the oldest) For his sense of responsible toward the family.
TO NANNIE: I remember her in the kitchen cooking, cooking something good--like homemade doughnuts.
TO OLIVE MAE (Dick) For keeping my hair cut and doing my sewing.
TO JESSE: For his caring in small ways, like giving me .25 cents when he came home from the C.C. Camp and feeding me crushed ice while they were removing my appendix.
TO THE OTHERS: For just being themselves.
"UNLOADING THE WAGON"
As we listened we could hear the horses feet going clop, clop as they crossed the wooden bridge, the rattle of the wagon coming down the road.
Papa and our neighbor, Gilbert Adams were returning home from town. The wagon was loaded with groceries and supplies. They only made about two trips a year to the only town of any size near us. So many sacks and boxes to peep into and always the surprise of a sack of store bought candy. Papa did the best he could by us eight children, it being during the depression and him being sick a lot.
Unloading the wagon had an extra thrill for me this time. Gilbert called out to me, "Here Lucy, this is for you". As he threw me a sack, my heart beat fast, as I caught it. It was print material for a new dress. He knew that all the other girls in my class at school were talking about how their mothers were making new dresses for our class picnic. Our teacher was planning to take us to the piney woods. None of us had hardly been out of the county before, so we were looking forward to the trip, besides she was buying candy and fruit for all the class, which was a thrill in it's self for me.
What lingers in my memories most is the surprise of the present for me, and knowing the thoughtfulness and understanding of our neighbor, for we learn by the example that are set for us.
"FALLING DOWN"
As you know, back in early days the country people didn't get into town often. If you had an illness, the country doctor came in his horse and buggy to see you.
I had a long illness and he came every day for days and days. It seems he gave me Castor Oil in orange juice every day for days. I can still smell the Castor Oil today when I drink orange juice. The high fever left my legs weak and I continued to have trouble with my legs given way and I would fall down.
At school I would often fall down and would have to be carried home. Of course we walked to school, across the wheat field and through Uncle Dave's orchard. Many days Jesse would carry me home piggy back. Some days I might make it all day and almost home, before my legs would give way.
The doctor never knew what caused the high fever. Of course this was before the days of antibiotics.
I have had a hearing problem all these years and Dr. Shea, the famous ear specialist, says it was caused from a severe illness, probably this one.
"THE EMPTY CHAIR"
Among my fondest memories, are those of walking toward home, always looking far ahead, into the sunset, to get a view of the chair and Papa. My Mother, my youngest sister Sybil, and myself often walked to the neighbors and returned at sunset. Papa was always setting on his chair, on the long front porch, awaiting our return.
One rainy November day we took his cold body to the grave yard for burial. I had just had my 10th birthday in October, so it didn't register on my child's mind, just what had happened to Papa.
As we approached the house on our return home from one of our visits, my eyes lingered on the empty chair. Than and only than did the lost of Papa register on my mind. So the sight of any old farm house, with a long front porch and an empty chair, brings back that lonely feeling, that only a 10 year old would understand.
So the experience of loosing a loved one at any early age, has left my heart more tender toward others in their times of great sorrow.
"PRECIOUS MEMORIES --- HOW THEY LINGER, HOW THEY EVER FLOOD MY SOUL ---"
Written by: Louise McCool Rosinbaum Bengtson
Given to: Carleen Ferguson
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