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1922 - 1928 (5 years) Submit Photo / Document
Has more than 100 ancestors but no descendants in this family tree.
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Name |
Fay Maurine Greaves |
Birth |
30 Oct 1922 |
Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
Gender |
Female |
Initiatory (LDS) |
Not Needed |
FamilySearch ID |
K2WD-RPN |
Death |
5 Feb 1928 |
Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
Burial |
5 Feb 1928 |
Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
Headstones |
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Person ID |
I21989 |
mytree |
Last Modified |
25 Feb 2024 |
Father |
Oliver Eames Greaves, b. 6 May 1883, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States d. 13 Oct 1971, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 88 years) |
Mother |
Caroline Louise Petersen, b. 16 Dec 1893, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States d. 23 Feb 1983, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States (Age 89 years) |
Marriage |
1 Sep 1916 |
Logan, Cache, Utah, United States |
Family ID |
F10646 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
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Notes |
- I thought she died of cancer. It wasn't cancer, it was a very sore throa t . Her glands were swollen. The doctor was called to examine her. He to l d my parents since the neighbors had scarlet fever she should be vaccin at ed against it. My dad said no because when his cattle were sick he wou ldn 't vacinate them. But the doctor was so sure she would get the diseas e an d die that they allowed him to give the vaccination. She never recov ered . Olive said she can still rememberer Mother and Dad lying on the co uch h olding each other and crying.
Mom had Fay's childhood dishes and kept them in the buffet where I cou l d look at them. I asked if I could play with them, but Mother would no t l et me. I was sure Fay would not mind if I played with them. I now hav e th em in my buffet. I crocheted a little doily that Iput under them . I als o have her baby cup.
Olive said she was the fairest of the children with tiny features and c u rly hair.
The farmers would help each other with the harvesting of the grain an d i t was Dad's turn to have the help. They had been working all day outs id e in the heat. It was a dusty, dirty job. Mother called them in for di nne r (the noon meal). She set a big pail of water for them to wash in ou tsid e. Fay loved this time as she'd take their hats and hide them and la ugh a s they tried to find them. She used to tease the men a lot .
Dad would tell me how Fay would follow him around a lot as he worked out s ide. One day he heard her callling, really she was yelling for him. H e st opped his work to go find her. She had her head stuck between two fe nce p oles and couldn't get out. Dad went over and showed her how to ge t her he ad through. He laughed when he told me this story .
One day Mother asked her where she had been. "Oh, not very far. Just t o W yoming." Dad had taken her to the pond for a horse ride.
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