Ruby Ray Tangreen Zufelt
We went to Ft. Collins and tried our luck at selling that stuff. And he got me a pair of high-top, old fashioned lace-up shoes. We didn’t have too much luck. We went to Ft. Collins on the bus to work. We didn’t do too good so he took the cases back. He got a job in Ft. Collins on a farm. He hired a truck to move us up to Ft. Collins. It was winter and cold. He, Mother, and Jenny rode in the cab. He loaded what little furniture we had and a couple of quilts on top. We were in the back with those quilts, but it was still cold as heck. I was quite sick when we got there. I vomited and was sick all night. He didn’t know I was sick, and told me I’d better go out and canvas that stuff. We still had the kits at that time, and there were some houses away from where we lived. I went up and canvassed a couple of those and didn’t do any good, so I came on home and went to bed. I came down with rheumatic fever. I was sick for quite while. He didn’t realize how sick I was. He come in and said, “You’d better go to town in the morning and see if you can find a job.” Well, I hobbled over to the neighbors on a broomstick and called an ad that was in the paper for a housekeeper. They said they had already hired a girl. The next morning they called back and the girl hadn’t shown up. They wanted me to come to work. I was quite miserable. My hands and feet were all swollen, and I couldn’t stand up very long. The lady was old, I’d say about fifty or fifty- four, but she seemed old. I had to sit down to wash dishes, and I had to make the bed. Then she helped serve the meals and stuff. I couldn’t lift the coffee pot, because I had rheumatic fever and was crippled. It took me twenty minutes to lace up my shoes in the morning, those high-topped shoes.