“There was still one thing that we hoped and prayed for more than anything else – a daughter”
This section of Augusta’s memoir begins just before the birth of her daughter in 1909, and takes us through a period of relatively carefree prosperity towards the beginning of the Great Depression.
October 21, 1964
I shall continue with the story of my life. I am now 91 years old, and am living with my daughter and her husband in Hamilton, NY. Read more
