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Edith Marie Lowe
1925 - 1941 (16 år)-
Namn Edith Marie Lowe Födelse 4 Maj 1925 Blackfalds, Alberta, Canada 
Kön Kvinna Död Okt 1941 Lacombe, Alberta, Canada Person-ID I3875 Alfsvåg-Sehlberg Senast ändrad 4 Feb 2018
Far Rudolph Olous Lowe, f. 4 Jul 1886, Fort Ransom, North Dakota, USA d. 30 Apr 1965, Edmonton, Canada (Ålder 78 år) Mor Ida Alice Eritsland, f. 18 Jan 1903, Nassau, Minnesota, USA d. 25 Okt 1966, Red Deer, Alberta, Canada (Ålder 63 år) Vigsel 30 Jun 1923 Leslieville, AB, Canada - Marriage certificate dated June 30, 1923, record # 23-08-401748. Witnesses Aron Eggen of Blackfalds, and Agnes Eritsland of Leslieville. Parents of bride Lars Peterson Eritsland, Anna Marie Hansen. Groom's mother listes as Gertr ude Gjesme. Certificate # 61508. (Don Lowe, email April 2002)
Familjens ID F1084 Familjeöversikt | Familjediagram
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Födelse - 4 Maj 1925 - Blackfalds, Alberta, Canada 
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Noteringar - Betty Lowe Wulff (who was 7 when her sister Edith died at age 16) writes, "Edith had just begun grade 10 in Lacombe and was 'working for her board and room' for a family there. I heard later that she became unusually tired, very tired one weekend while she was home, so off they went to the doctor. She was diagnosed with rheumatic fever, kept in hospital for months of rest --- seemed like years -- while she just got worse and worse, until her heart was greatly enlarged, feet and legs swollen, etc. etc. She died of rheumatic fever. Ironically, a few months later penicillin was developed--a quick cure for such ailments. I recall Mama running outside shouting, crying, 'They have invented a new medicine that would have saved Edie! ! ! Tooo late, tooo late!' ... Edie was like a mom to me, fussed over me and primped me up, cut my nails, washed my hair, and tried to get me to quit sucking my fingers. She ta ught me to ask, 'Whadyanojoe??' whereupon she would answer, 'Idononothin!' and we would laugh. It was a popular saying around that time, I think--a hit song. Anyway, we could not enter the hospital to visit her at bedside during those days, so we had to visit through the screened, second floor window. Edie would call to me, "What do you know Joe?' and I would answer, "I don't know nothin." and we would laugh at that. While hospitalized, Edie wrote a po em about a robin she witnessed on the hospital lawn. Mom sent it off somewhere and it was printed, I think in a farm newspaper. "
Here is Edith's poem, "From my Bed" [provided by brother Don Lowe]:
Out on the green of the hospital lawn
A quiet fat robin bounces along.
From my bed by the window I watch as he hops --
But now, with a jerk, he suddenly stops.
Tail braced, listening, head cocked to one side,
Bright eyes, fixed intently, having suddently spied
Some moving thing. In an instant he dives
And brings up a worm which he swallows alive.
This is repeated oft times in my sight:
I sigh for the worms who [are] in such a plight.
I shudder to think of Rob's murderous zeal --
But Redbreast's now chirping, he's finished his meal.
[--Edith Marie Lowe, age 16]
- Betty Lowe Wulff (who was 7 when her sister Edith died at age 16) writes, "Edith had just begun grade 10 in Lacombe and was 'working for her board and room' for a family there. I heard later that she became unusually tired, very tired one weekend while she was home, so off they went to the doctor. She was diagnosed with rheumatic fever, kept in hospital for months of rest --- seemed like years -- while she just got worse and worse, until her heart was greatly enlarged, feet and legs swollen, etc. etc. She died of rheumatic fever. Ironically, a few months later penicillin was developed--a quick cure for such ailments. I recall Mama running outside shouting, crying, 'They have invented a new medicine that would have saved Edie! ! ! Tooo late, tooo late!' ... Edie was like a mom to me, fussed over me and primped me up, cut my nails, washed my hair, and tried to get me to quit sucking my fingers. She ta ught me to ask, 'Whadyanojoe??' whereupon she would answer, 'Idononothin!' and we would laugh. It was a popular saying around that time, I think--a hit song. Anyway, we could not enter the hospital to visit her at bedside during those days, so we had to visit through the screened, second floor window. Edie would call to me, "What do you know Joe?' and I would answer, "I don't know nothin." and we would laugh at that. While hospitalized, Edie wrote a po em about a robin she witnessed on the hospital lawn. Mom sent it off somewhere and it was printed, I think in a farm newspaper. "