In the thirties the neighbours were very poor. Every time she'd cook her meal, like meat and potatoes, she'd save the pot liquor for the next door neighbours, because they didn't have anything. Times were pretty poor in the thirties. On six cents a day!

When she gave them the pot liquor, she also gave them a pan of homemade bread to put in the liquour to soak it up. Youngsters used to come there, with no inside clothes, just a pair of pants on, and bare feet. We don't know how many pairs of socks she knit and gave to the youngsters. She was very charitable.

I mean, we all went through poor times, but I never saw any hungry times. We always had lots of vegetables and meat. We always had a cow to kill, and we had hens, and eggs, fresh butter and milk. But there were people who never had any of that.

The youngsters used to like her because she was great with them. She used to tell them stories, tell them about how they were born. Perhaps it would all be made up, but they enjoyed it. She would tell the little ghost stories to the youngsters. They were always in awe of her because she was such a big woman.

There were some other midwives around, but I would say she was the most popular one in her day.

God Bless Mrs. Ida.