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Family y1985 Mom Lillian Hopkins y1975 Autobio Chapter 1 Details Signed Ltr Archive

Family y1985 Mom Lillian Hopkins y1975 Autobio Chapter 1 Details Signed Ltr Archive

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Autobiographical letter from my mother, Lillian Christine Hopkins, describing her farm childhood and early adulthood, immigrating from PEI Canada to Boston.
Autobiographical letter from my mother, Lillian Christine Hopkins, describing her farm childhood and early adulthood, immigrating from PEI Canada to Boston.

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Dear John
Were to begin`???-I guess it is best to start from the beginning
.
It was winter and the snow was falling when
I
made my appearance in the MacKenzie household
.
I would be the third child in the family
. The date was December 2, 1918
. Those present at mybirth was Mother, Dad and a midwife that caused more problems then she was worth. Dad paced
the floor while Mother directed the midwife what to do
. So
I
came howling into the world
. The
room above the kitchen was the place of my birth
. It was the only room in the house that was
warm in the winter
. No central heating in those days in Melville Lot 60, Prince Edward Island,
Canada
. My folks had a name ready, Lillian Christine
.1
was named after my Mother and mygrandmother
. So, here I am
.
My memory is very vague for the happenings of the next three years
. I do remember that when
I
was four years old that a big Collie dog that belonged to the neighbors bit me in the face
. From
that time on a told people that because of the bite
I
started to have freckles
.
One of the highlights for us kids was when our parents would take us to the shore for a clambake
.
I
can remember the fun we had digging up the clams and placing them in the hot water my mother
had prepared
. Of course eating them was the best part
.
Even as small children we had our chores to do. One of the chores was to keep the acres of
potatoes free of bugs. We didn't spray them we picked them of the plants
. Each of us was givena bottle and we would put the bugs into it and when it was filled we would get
aa
penny, The
bottle we used had a narrow neck so the bugs could not get out. We also had to herd the sheep
back to the barn from where they were grazing. Many times they would go off into the woods
and get lost
. We would have to go and find them
. This was very scary because sometimes the
three of us would get lost too
.
The winter that I was seven we had a chimney fire. Fire anytime is scary but when you live wherethere is no help but the family it is scarier. A fire plus a winter blizzard at the same time really issomething to be scared about. My Dad had to climb the ladder while the rest of us organized thebucket line. We did not have running water, each bucket had to be hauled up from the well
.
I
am
still nervous when we have a fire in our stove these days
.
At the start of the Great Depression in 1926 my parents decided it was time to leave the farm andgo to Boston to live
. My Mother's whole family was in the Boston area andshe
had enough of
the hard farm work. Every item that we owned was put on the auction block
. Seeing all thesethings being bought by strangers actually made me ill and frightened. I got so sick that I had tofind a place to lie down
.
My favorite settee was the placeI
chose
. I fell asleep promptly andstarted to dream that
I
was up in the air
.
..
I
awoke to find myself being hoisted up on a wagon,,
settee and all
.
You can imagine how
I
felt, did my parents sell me too/? Everyone was laughingbut I burst out crying; it was no laughing matter to me
.
Before we leave the Island
I
want to mention how we spent each Sunday as
I
remember it
.
During the winter months we went to the old schoolhouse on Sunday for the church service
.
During the summer months we took the horse and buggy to Belfast, a town about 25 miles away
.
The church was an old Scotch Presbyterian Church
.
I can remember learning the children's
version of the Catechism
. When we got home from church and after dinner we would sit in theParlor while my Mother played the organ. We were only allowed in the Parlor on Sunday or on
very special occasions
. Sunday afternoon we would sometimes go visiting neighbors
; we didn't

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