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This is an article
that I found at the Clinton County Historical Museum. I sent a copy to Fayette to make sure she was the same Fayette
Jorgensen referred to in the article. The following is Fayette's reply:
Hi Richard:
Yes I am in the picture. I must be about seven
or so. That would make this picture's date to be 1941 or thereabout. My face is
in the background between the sailor in front and the bride. My face is the one
on line with his face to his right and above and to the left of the bride. I
have on my glasses though and I'm not sure when I got them. My sister and I
sang in the choir in the church and I was born in a house across the street
just to the right of the park which was directly across from the church. The
house I was born in belonged to my Grandmother Algy Crone, Jorgensen, Booth and
was willed to her by her Father George Crone. My Mother ran the switchboard for
the farmers line from the house and my Father repaired down lines and fixed and
installed phones. My Mother and Father also played in a band about this time.
My Grandmother would take my Sister and I to listen to the music for the first
half-hour or so and then take us home and put us to bed. The fashion for
little girls at that time was to wear long white stockings held up by garters
that were made somewhat like suspenders. Anyway the dance of the era was the
DIP requiring dancers to dip their knees. My Sister and I thought that meant
putting them on the floor as we danced so you can imagine how black our very
nice white stockings became. Low Moor was a great place for children. Roller
skating in the summer and out door movies for 5 cents. Caroling all over town
for Christmas and daring each other at Halloween to approach the spooky house
where a grumpy old man lived. Christmas time in the church was a wonderful time
with all the special music and decorations. It all came to an end too soon with
my parents divorce when I was 8. My Sister and I moved to my Grandmother's
farm and the house next to the park was rented out until my Sister was
married and went to live there. When I came home from California in 1960 I was
able to go inside the house again and it hadn't changed at all. It was in
Low Moor that I had my first chocolate chip cookie. My Aunt Marie (the Aunt of
Arleta & I) came sailing in our front door with these wonderful toll house
cookies one day. Most wonderful taste I'd every had. Well I could go on all
day but this will do for now.
Fayette
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