"That Awful Lull"

In the summer of 1937, Mother and I went back to Murchison to spend our summer with Mama and Aunt Lura.

Soon after we got there in June, Aunt Lura and I were listening to the radio on a Thursday evening, June the 10th. The “Hit Parade” was our favorite.

Aunt Lura had been hoeing in her vegetable garden and was reclining on the couch. They sang “There’s a Lull in My Life.” Auntie said, “Oh, that awful lull,” and died.

I tried to lift her so that she could breathe better, but it was too late.

She was only 48.

Mother sent me running to Aunt Nan’s Hotel to call the doctor, but I knew it was too late.

How I did love her, and how I did miss her. She was a stabilizing influence for Mother and that was gone.

Soon after that Mama started to live with Aunt Eva part time and Aunt Sister part time, and with Mother some summers.