♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ MY GRAND AUNT FANNIE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Fannie was the daughter of John C. Owens and his first wife, Mary Roberts. Fannie's parents were both born in Tennessee. Her father was a farmer in Hendricks County, Indiana. Fannie's mother died during the birth of Fannie's younger brother John (he lived). Fannie married Ezra F. Pierce; the eldest son of Edwin F. Pierce and his wife, Delia J. Whipple. Fannie and Ezra were not blessed with children. Aunt Fannie gave me her gate-leg table, lace linens, and my grandfather's silver baby cup (why she had it I do not know) before she went into the nursing home. She was always prim and proper. Her front parlor was only for important guests. As children we stayed on the front porch in good weather, or in a back room off the kitchen in poor weather. When she went into the nursing home my family went to visit her on Tuesdays in the summer (that was my dad's day off of work). We would bring a picnic lunch and wheel Aunt Fannie out by a huge oak tree and eat our food with her. She would tell us children to remember not to say anything in haste to one another; because some day it would be too late to take back our hurtful words. She also told us to work our hardest and do our best in everything we do. When the fall came we would sit in a big day room and visit with Aunt Fannie there. She use to tell us what good manners we had, compared to the other young people who were allowed to run all over the nursing home. My favorite time with her was one day my parents dropped me off to stay and visit Aunt Fannie at the nursing home by myself. My parents and other siblings went to a soap box derby with my two oldest brothers. The nurse fixed a special table by a window in the day room. She brought tea and cookies for Aunt Fannie and I. Aunt Fannie started to cry (I had never seen her sad before). I asked her if she was okay, she smiled. Then she said how wonderful our little tea party was and how if she hadn't been so persnickety in years gone by, she could have made other little girls beam like I was doing just then. I don't know why she said this, because she always made me feel like a special young lady. I can't imagine her being persnickety in the least. Aunts and uncles (who were her neices and nephews) tell of how she would send them with money for ice cream to keep them away from the house when their parents came to visit. They had to stay on the front porch or sit on a bench in the living room if the weather was cold or rainy. They say she wasn't fond of children. I'm glad I knew her in her senior years, she never made us feel unwanted or unloved. Perhaps it was because she had no children or grandchildren of her own. Uncle Ezra had died 3 years before I was born. I know she had gone to live in California near Aunt Eva and her husband Uncle Bill, and Aunt Edna and Uncle Tony who lived in the Anaheim area also. She only stayed a few years. Aunt Fannie returned to Indiana, lived in her house until late 1950's or early 1960's (I was 10-12 years old) when she went into the nursing home. As long as I can remember my family went before Easter and my dad took down the storm windows. Us kids washed the screens, mom washed the outside of the windows, while Aunt Fannie made lunch. After lunch dad hung the screens, the older boys beat rugs on the clothesline, Mom and I polished furniture. When it was time to leave each of us kids got a large bunny cookie decorated with icing and a quarter each for all the work we had done. Usually around Columbus Day we would come and do the same work only this time the storm windows were cleaned and put on the house. Dad also checked out the chimney and coal furnace, so Aunt Fannie wouldn't have a house fire in the dead of winter. Mom's youngest brother's wife, Patti Jo and her neighbors looked after her and saw to it she got to the stores, church and where ever else she needed to go. This was not an easy chore because Aunt Fannie, besides having the usual ailments that came on with advanced years, suffered from dementia. She didn't always do daily tasks the right way and she sometimes forgot who people were. We visited early every December so we could celebrate Aunt Fannie's and my mom's birthdays. Mom would bake a special cake, German chocolate (if I remember correctly), it was Aunt Fannie's favorite. Aunt Fannie would have Dad put a large cardboard box in the trunk of the car, while she and Mom put out Christmas decorations. Us kids were suppose to be helping, not watching our Dad. Aunt Fannie didn't decorate like she use to when my Mom was young; but there was only her and she just liked to put out a few cherished items. She had glass, mouth blown ornaments that were gorgeous. There were long thin pieces of mirror, some rectangular, some round, some squares and some crescent shaped ones; that reflected the light. Aunt Fannie told us stories about every ornament and decoration. Uncle Ezra had made some and others came from her family. She said that Christmas time made her the happiest because she felt the most peaceful. Aunt Fannie was very dear to me; I will always cherish the memories we made and shared. Aunt Fannie was 87 years old when she passed away.
Fannie was the daughter of John C. Owens and his first wife, Mary Roberts. Fannie's parents were both born in Tennessee. Her father was a farmer in Hendricks County, Indiana. Fannie's mother died during the birth of Fannie's younger brother John (he lived). Fannie married Ezra F. Pierce; the eldest son of Edwin F. Pierce and his wife, Delia J. Whipple. Fannie and Ezra were not blessed with children. Aunt Fannie gave me her gate-leg table, lace linens, and my grandfather's silver baby cup (why she had it I do not know) before she went into the nursing home. She was always prim and proper. Her front parlor was only for important guests. As children we stayed on the front porch in good weather, or in a back room off the kitchen in poor weather. When she went into the nursing home my family went to visit her on Tuesdays in the summer (that was my dad's day off of work). We would bring a picnic lunch and wheel Aunt Fannie out by a huge oak tree and eat our food with her. She would tell us children to remember not to say anything in haste to one another; because some day it would be too late to take back our hurtful words. She also told us to work our hardest and do our best in everything we do. When the fall came we would sit in a big day room and visit with Aunt Fannie there. She use to tell us what good manners we had, compared to the other young people who were allowed to run all over the nursing home. My favorite time with her was one day my parents dropped me off to stay and visit Aunt Fannie at the nursing home by myself. My parents and other siblings went to a soap box derby with my two oldest brothers. The nurse fixed a special table by a window in the day room. She brought tea and cookies for Aunt Fannie and I. Aunt Fannie started to cry (I had never seen her sad before). I asked her if she was okay, she smiled. Then she said how wonderful our little tea party was and how if she hadn't been so persnickety in years gone by, she could have made other little girls beam like I was doing just then. I don't know why she said this, because she always made me feel like a special young lady. I can't imagine her being persnickety in the least. Aunts and uncles (who were her neices and nephews) tell of how she would send them with money for ice cream to keep them away from the house when their parents came to visit. They had to stay on the front porch or sit on a bench in the living room if the weather was cold or rainy. They say she wasn't fond of children. I'm glad I knew her in her senior years, she never made us feel unwanted or unloved. Perhaps it was because she had no children or grandchildren of her own. Uncle Ezra had died 3 years before I was born. I know she had gone to live in California near Aunt Eva and her husband Uncle Bill, and Aunt Edna and Uncle Tony who lived in the Anaheim area also. She only stayed a few years. Aunt Fannie returned to Indiana, lived in her house until late 1950's or early 1960's (I was 10-12 years old) when she went into the nursing home. As long as I can remember my family went before Easter and my dad took down the storm windows. Us kids washed the screens, mom washed the outside of the windows, while Aunt Fannie made lunch. After lunch dad hung the screens, the older boys beat rugs on the clothesline, Mom and I polished furniture. When it was time to leave each of us kids got a large bunny cookie decorated with icing and a quarter each for all the work we had done. Usually around Columbus Day we would come and do the same work only this time the storm windows were cleaned and put on the house. Dad also checked out the chimney and coal furnace, so Aunt Fannie wouldn't have a house fire in the dead of winter. Mom's youngest brother's wife, Patti Jo and her neighbors looked after her and saw to it she got to the stores, church and where ever else she needed to go. This was not an easy chore because Aunt Fannie, besides having the usual ailments that came on with advanced years, suffered from dementia. She didn't always do daily tasks the right way and she sometimes forgot who people were. We visited early every December so we could celebrate Aunt Fannie's and my mom's birthdays. Mom would bake a special cake, German chocolate (if I remember correctly), it was Aunt Fannie's favorite. Aunt Fannie would have Dad put a large cardboard box in the trunk of the car, while she and Mom put out Christmas decorations. Us kids were suppose to be helping, not watching our Dad. Aunt Fannie didn't decorate like she use to when my Mom was young; but there was only her and she just liked to put out a few cherished items. She had glass, mouth blown ornaments that were gorgeous. There were long thin pieces of mirror, some rectangular, some round, some squares and some crescent shaped ones; that reflected the light. Aunt Fannie told us stories about every ornament and decoration. Uncle Ezra had made some and others came from her family. She said that Christmas time made her the happiest because she felt the most peaceful. Aunt Fannie was very dear to me; I will always cherish the memories we made and shared. Aunt Fannie was 87 years old when she passed away.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ MY GRAND AUNT FANNIE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Fannie was the daughter of John C. Owens and his first wife, Mary Roberts. Fannie's parents were both born in Tennessee. Her father was a farmer in Hendricks County, Indiana. Fannie's mother died during the birth of Fannie's younger brother John (he lived). Fannie married Ezra F. Pierce; the eldest son of Edwin F. Pierce and his wife, Delia J. Whipple. Fannie and Ezra were not blessed with children. Aunt Fannie gave me her gate-leg table, lace linens, and my grandfather's silver baby cup (why she had it I do not know) before she went into the nursing home. She was always prim and proper. Her front parlor was only for important guests. As children we stayed on the front porch in good weather, or in a back room off the kitchen in poor weather. When she went into the nursing home my family went to visit her on Tuesdays in the summer (that was my dad's day off of work). We would bring a picnic lunch and wheel Aunt Fannie out by a huge oak tree and eat our food with her. She would tell us children to remember not to say anything in haste to one another; because some day it would be too late to take back our hurtful words. She also told us to work our hardest and do our best in everything we do. When the fall came we would sit in a big day room and visit with Aunt Fannie there. She use to tell us what good manners we had, compared to the other young people who were allowed to run all over the nursing home. My favorite time with her was one day my parents dropped me off to stay and visit Aunt Fannie at the nursing home by myself. My parents and other siblings went to a soap box derby with my two oldest brothers. The nurse fixed a special table by a window in the day room. She brought tea and cookies for Aunt Fannie and I. Aunt Fannie started to cry (I had never seen her sad before). I asked her if she was okay, she smiled. Then she said how wonderful our little tea party was and how if she hadn't been so persnickety in years gone by, she could have made other little girls beam like I was doing just then. I don't know why she said this, because she always made me feel like a special young lady. I can't imagine her being persnickety in the least. Aunts and uncles (who were her neices and nephews) tell of how she would send them with money for ice cream to keep them away from the house when their parents came to visit. They had to stay on the front porch or sit on a bench in the living room if the weather was cold or rainy. They say she wasn't fond of children. I'm glad I knew her in her senior years, she never made us feel unwanted or unloved. Perhaps it was because she had no children or grandchildren of her own. Uncle Ezra had died 3 years before I was born. I know she had gone to live in California near Aunt Eva and her husband Uncle Bill, and Aunt Edna and Uncle Tony who lived in the Anaheim area also. She only stayed a few years. Aunt Fannie returned to Indiana, lived in her house until late 1950's or early 1960's (I was 10-12 years old) when she went into the nursing home. As long as I can remember my family went before Easter and my dad took down the storm windows. Us kids washed the screens, mom washed the outside of the windows, while Aunt Fannie made lunch. After lunch dad hung the screens, the older boys beat rugs on the clothesline, Mom and I polished furniture. When it was time to leave each of us kids got a large bunny cookie decorated with icing and a quarter each for all the work we had done. Usually around Columbus Day we would come and do the same work only this time the storm windows were cleaned and put on the house. Dad also checked out the chimney and coal furnace, so Aunt Fannie wouldn't have a house fire in the dead of winter. Mom's youngest brother's wife, Patti Jo and her neighbors looked after her and saw to it she got to the stores, church and where ever else she needed to go. This was not an easy chore because Aunt Fannie, besides having the usual ailments that came on with advanced years, suffered from dementia. She didn't always do daily tasks the right way and she sometimes forgot who people were. We visited early every December so we could celebrate Aunt Fannie's and my mom's birthdays. Mom would bake a special cake, German chocolate (if I remember correctly), it was Aunt Fannie's favorite. Aunt Fannie would have Dad put a large cardboard box in the trunk of the car, while she and Mom put out Christmas decorations. Us kids were suppose to be helping, not watching our Dad. Aunt Fannie didn't decorate like she use to when my Mom was young; but there was only her and she just liked to put out a few cherished items. She had glass, mouth blown ornaments that were gorgeous. There were long thin pieces of mirror, some rectangular, some round, some squares and some crescent shaped ones; that reflected the light. Aunt Fannie told us stories about every ornament and decoration. Uncle Ezra had made some and others came from her family. She said that Christmas time made her the happiest because she felt the most peaceful. Aunt Fannie was very dear to me; I will always cherish the memories we made and shared. Aunt Fannie was 87 years old when she passed away.
Fannie was the daughter of John C. Owens and his first wife, Mary Roberts. Fannie's parents were both born in Tennessee. Her father was a farmer in Hendricks County, Indiana. Fannie's mother died during the birth of Fannie's younger brother John (he lived). Fannie married Ezra F. Pierce; the eldest son of Edwin F. Pierce and his wife, Delia J. Whipple. Fannie and Ezra were not blessed with children. Aunt Fannie gave me her gate-leg table, lace linens, and my grandfather's silver baby cup (why she had it I do not know) before she went into the nursing home. She was always prim and proper. Her front parlor was only for important guests. As children we stayed on the front porch in good weather, or in a back room off the kitchen in poor weather. When she went into the nursing home my family went to visit her on Tuesdays in the summer (that was my dad's day off of work). We would bring a picnic lunch and wheel Aunt Fannie out by a huge oak tree and eat our food with her. She would tell us children to remember not to say anything in haste to one another; because some day it would be too late to take back our hurtful words. She also told us to work our hardest and do our best in everything we do. When the fall came we would sit in a big day room and visit with Aunt Fannie there. She use to tell us what good manners we had, compared to the other young people who were allowed to run all over the nursing home. My favorite time with her was one day my parents dropped me off to stay and visit Aunt Fannie at the nursing home by myself. My parents and other siblings went to a soap box derby with my two oldest brothers. The nurse fixed a special table by a window in the day room. She brought tea and cookies for Aunt Fannie and I. Aunt Fannie started to cry (I had never seen her sad before). I asked her if she was okay, she smiled. Then she said how wonderful our little tea party was and how if she hadn't been so persnickety in years gone by, she could have made other little girls beam like I was doing just then. I don't know why she said this, because she always made me feel like a special young lady. I can't imagine her being persnickety in the least. Aunts and uncles (who were her neices and nephews) tell of how she would send them with money for ice cream to keep them away from the house when their parents came to visit. They had to stay on the front porch or sit on a bench in the living room if the weather was cold or rainy. They say she wasn't fond of children. I'm glad I knew her in her senior years, she never made us feel unwanted or unloved. Perhaps it was because she had no children or grandchildren of her own. Uncle Ezra had died 3 years before I was born. I know she had gone to live in California near Aunt Eva and her husband Uncle Bill, and Aunt Edna and Uncle Tony who lived in the Anaheim area also. She only stayed a few years. Aunt Fannie returned to Indiana, lived in her house until late 1950's or early 1960's (I was 10-12 years old) when she went into the nursing home. As long as I can remember my family went before Easter and my dad took down the storm windows. Us kids washed the screens, mom washed the outside of the windows, while Aunt Fannie made lunch. After lunch dad hung the screens, the older boys beat rugs on the clothesline, Mom and I polished furniture. When it was time to leave each of us kids got a large bunny cookie decorated with icing and a quarter each for all the work we had done. Usually around Columbus Day we would come and do the same work only this time the storm windows were cleaned and put on the house. Dad also checked out the chimney and coal furnace, so Aunt Fannie wouldn't have a house fire in the dead of winter. Mom's youngest brother's wife, Patti Jo and her neighbors looked after her and saw to it she got to the stores, church and where ever else she needed to go. This was not an easy chore because Aunt Fannie, besides having the usual ailments that came on with advanced years, suffered from dementia. She didn't always do daily tasks the right way and she sometimes forgot who people were. We visited early every December so we could celebrate Aunt Fannie's and my mom's birthdays. Mom would bake a special cake, German chocolate (if I remember correctly), it was Aunt Fannie's favorite. Aunt Fannie would have Dad put a large cardboard box in the trunk of the car, while she and Mom put out Christmas decorations. Us kids were suppose to be helping, not watching our Dad. Aunt Fannie didn't decorate like she use to when my Mom was young; but there was only her and she just liked to put out a few cherished items. She had glass, mouth blown ornaments that were gorgeous. There were long thin pieces of mirror, some rectangular, some round, some squares and some crescent shaped ones; that reflected the light. Aunt Fannie told us stories about every ornament and decoration. Uncle Ezra had made some and others came from her family. She said that Christmas time made her the happiest because she felt the most peaceful. Aunt Fannie was very dear to me; I will always cherish the memories we made and shared. Aunt Fannie was 87 years old when she passed away.
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