When I was in grade school at Graham Annex we lived at 1115 N. Perkins Street and I remember Mother putting a 12 by 13 inch card in the window to notify Darby Green, the farmer who owned the farm at the end of East 11th Street. He was a dairy farmer who delivered milk in quart bottles (also as Nancy Wager Oster reported). Also there was a truck that came by periodically to deliver ice and all the kids in the neighborhood ran to get ice chips which was a treat.

I was never aware of any differences in lifestyle when the stock market crashed. I was used to turning off a light when leaving the room. We never phoned long distance unless it was a dire emergency.

My mother was a wonderful cook as well as my Richmond grandmother who came to live with us when she was widowed. This happened when I was ready for fifth grade and necessitated our move to 611 N. Harrison Street where my dad grew up. He bought the home from my grandparents, Charles and Lillie Mauzy, who bought the house next door south. So I became a Belle Gregg student and my sister Judith became an Indiana University co-ed. It was also the first time we had “live-in” help, a high school student from out in the county, since Mother was so busy being a homemaker plus serving as one sharing the job as organist with Miss Mary Dean at Main Street Christian Church.

It was also at the time when Harrison Street became paved and one of my pleasures was biking up on 11th Street which was the longest paved street.

It was a truly big time when fellow students Jomyla Bradley, Doris Crum and I would meet on the corner of Seventh and Harrison to walk to the jr. high on N. Perkins Street every a.m. and alphabetically seated in the huge assembly. It was awesome!

Going to the Princess Theater, to the Greek’s for chocolate nut sundaes and going to our basketball games at Memorial Gym were our social activities. We had tremendous respect for our teachers, Pop Taylor (who so often quoted “the time that was about to arrive has arriven” when we were given a test), Margaret Morton, Maude Jones, Miss Ball, Florence Madden, Helen Matlock, Janet Dean, Madeline Gullion, to name a few, and of course Don Meyers, our wonderful band director, who married Mildred Landis, one of the home economics teachers.

When we were seniors, college representatives visited and five of my crowd (and our parents) decided on Stephens College in Columbia, Mo. I was fortunate to be given a P.E.O. scholarship of $50 – the tuition was $775 which included everything particularly since I majored in music!

Referring to the Depression years, the result was the closing of the Mauzy Company Department Store in 1940 and my decision to get training in Medical Technology at the Northwest Institute in Minneapolis, Minn., receiving a certificate and returning to hometown Rushville in 1941 and getting employed by two of the finest family Md.’s, first Dr. Roy Shanks, and following his death in 1952, Dr. Davis W. Ellis until my retirement in 1981.

Since retiring as organist of Main Street Christian Church in 1991 I have always felt I’ve had a most satisfying life in the world of music and medicine in Rush County!