She (Caroline Webb) is tatting a table cloth for me (Emily Esther Sperry); she says she wants to live to finish it. November 16th, she was well enough to return home. Pearl (Eva Pearl Sperry) came down from Logan for a week to take care of her. November 24th she went to stay with Jeanette (Jeanette Sperry) for the winter. Jeanette had a lady to take care of her. Mrs. Bailey comes in three days a week and Lillian (Lillian May Sperry) goes down there three days a week. Mother is getting her strength back quite rapidly. On Christmas Eve, Mother seemed almost normal again. In the evening, she sat in a big chair in front of a stand on which had been placed a small Christmas tree all trimmed and lighted with fancy candles. Karl (Karl Farnsworth) and I went down for an hour or two and while we were there, they all opened their Christmas gifts – it seemed to Mother as if almost every-other one was hers and she was thrilled through and through. The following Friday, Mother complained of pain in her side. She said to Jeanette when she returned from work, “I guess this is the end.” She was reminded of how many times she had made that same remark, she said “Yes, I guess I have said it a good many times”. On Sunday, December the 29th, Mother took a sinking spell. Karl and I went down in the afternoon and found her very weak. Art (Arthur David Sperry) came while we were there. Art and Karl administered to her. In the prayer Art said, “We pray that you will be blessed according to your desire”. After they had finished, she said “I want to get well”. She was lying with her head at the foot of the bed (they had placed her that way after they had brought her from the bathroom thinking it would be handier to care for her). She asked a time or two to turn her around, so after they had all left, Jeanette and I turned her around and she said, “That feels better”. She dropped off to sleep, waking only once during the evening. When she called to Jeanette, she asked, “What time does President Roosevelt (Franklin Delano Roosevelt) talk tonight?” Jeanette said, “He is talking now.” Mother said, “Oh!”…and she went back to sleep without hearing him.
I stayed there all night, as Oscar (Alfred Oscar Lunt) works at night. Mother had been in the habit of waking Jeanette several times during the night, but this Sunday night she didn’t call at all so Jeanette got up at a quarter of four and found Mother sleeping like a baby, so she didn’t disturb her until five a.m.
Mrs. Daly stayed with Mother on Monday. She slept all day, taking very little nourishment. When I returned to Jeanette’s Monday evening, Mother opened her eyes as I entered the room. I said, “Hello, Mother, how are you?” She said, “Hello, who is it?” I answered, “It’s Esther, don’t you know me?” she said, “Oh, of course I do, it is a little dark in here and I couldn’t tell.” She dropped off to sleep again and her breathing was regular, but a little quicker than usual, so we decided not to go to bed but just curl up in the big chairs in the room where she was. We opened our eyes with every move she made. She didn’t wake up all night. Earlier in the evening she mumbled that she was hungry, so Jeanette gave her a spoonful of gruel. The last mouthful she could hardly swallow. She said there was a lump in her throat which made it hard for her to swallow. Before settling for the evening we noticed she looked uncomfortable, so we stirred her pillows and moved her more toward the center of the bed. We found her pillow to be quite wet. After we changed it getting her comfortable she looked contented and happy though a little blue around her mouth.
To Be Continued…