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so I took the deal and I taught her the finger exercises, notes and a few little pieces of sheet music which I had first learned to play while at St. Joseph's Academy. The mother superior called it the Convent. We called her mother Saint Rose. She was a wonderful person. Always so kind and gentile with us girls. 40 some odd girls. When any of us girls would do anything against the rules she'd take us into a private room and sit down and explain why we had rules to go by and how we should appreciate everything our parents were doing for us and how they had to sacrifice to give us an education and etc, & etc. Anyway when Ola used to stay with me I'd leave her to entertain Willie my (husband to be) while I'd get dressed. She and I on Sunday afternoons would play the organ, cut up and carry on until we'd hear him blow his siren whistle and then I'd run to get ready and leave her to entertain and he told me after we married what a little lady she was and could entertain as good as a grown up. So the after we married was when Mr & Mrs. Miller moved away but it never stopped her from coming and staying two and three weeks at a time with us. Then when she and Adam Steiber were married she still would come and spend a few days with us. After she had two children a girl and a boy, Betty V & Adam Jr., she'd come and stay three and four weeks at a time. As she and Adam were separated at one time but went back to him and had another boy (Horace) he was sick from the time he was born until the day he died. I think he was three months old when he left this world. Willie and I had gone over to Slidell to see them and found the little fellow sick and she said they had two doctors treating him but he kept getting worse instead of better, so I told her to come go with us and we'd try our two doctors, Dr. J.Q. Fountain and Dr. Mead. So she did and I called the doctors and they came right on. They changed his milk, powdered milk, three different times but to no avail. He had a growth on his little seat as large as a tennis ball and it was turned wrong side out and was the awfullest looking thing you have ever seen. It was the terriblest color. I think he lived two weeks. So on a Sunday morning he went to be with his Heavenly Father. Ola had washed all of his little cloths the day before and had a long cloths line full and when we started to take his poor little body to the cemetery Ola said Sis you can have his cloths for your next baby and when I came home and started to gathering his clothes off from the line it broke my heart, that was the first time I had shed a tear. I had even helped sister Laura to bathe him and lay him out. Sister Emma was there and she, Ola and Adam sat on the back seat of our car and she and Ola held the
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