The Autobiography of Ruth Tagg Caley

They say time is a wonderful healer. It was about a year and a half after her death that Iwrote to my mother and told her that we were going to have an increase in our family again. AndI said in my letter, "Mother my dear, I couldn't do half as good as you have done. You see youthhad 2 pair of twins.” Well in Jan 5 , 1944 I had twin girls. I was so tickled that I couldn't go tosleep in the hospital. I named them Marjorie and Marguerite. It was so cold that winter and thecold never seemed to let up. Mrs. Bradshaw said we better go to her house for a week or twountil I got stronger.John called an ambulance to get us from the hospital. But they never even heated up thecar and we all got awfully cold. As they drove in the wrong direction. I was cold for three hoursafter. After two weeks we went home and the babies got cold again. Marguerite got sick andcouldn't keep anything down on her stomach. We changed milk but that didn't help. She wasfive weeks old. A husky looking little girl, she was the biggest of the two and had a goodappetite. Marguerite passed away on Feb 11, 1944. She was taken to the hospital but graduallygot weaker. I looked at her. She was a sweet little girl and she was the one I saw that nightlaying at her sister Winifred's feet. We buried Marguerite by Winifred and since that time I havenever dreamed of Winifred being lonesome. She got her little sister she always wanted. I thinkWinifred must have known that before she died that some day she would have a baby sister. Itwas a cold winter day we buried our baby girl.The next door neighbor came over and said she would take Marjorie and care for herwhile we came up to Salt Lake to the funeral. I sat in the back seat of the car with Mrs.Bradshaw. I held a tiny white casket across my lap. Marguerite like her sister had a pale pinkdress on. When we drove into the cemetery the wind started to blow cold. I was shaking andchilled. After it was over we went to the car and started home. Mrs. Bradshaw told us that herson while on his mission wrote home often. When she told him about having twins at hismother's home he had written back and said he knew it as he saw it in a dream that one of themhad to go.When God gathers flowers from his garden. He doesn't always take those in full bloom,how true.When we landed home I thought my life was empty. I was so petrified with emotions Ididn't care whether I lived or not. A knock came on the door and the neighbor placed in my armsmy baby Marjorie. I had totally forgotten the Lord had blessed me with two.Young son John was not used to young babies as Esther was now six years old. Whenever I would look at son John and smile and say come on John look at the baby, isn't she cute?He would run outside so shy like or ducked his head down and go into the other room. WhenMarjorie was big enough to sit up by herself she was on the bed one day when John R. came inlooking for something under his bed. I think it was his bow and arrow. He looked and couldn'tfind it. Just as he came up from the floor off his knees. Marjorie gave him such a sweet cutesmile and after that he sure noticed her and played peek a boo with her until she laughed outloud. They got acquainted fast after that.Ruth Tagg Caley pg 41