Marie ( Krawczewski ) Jewell May 11, 1899 - Mar 31, 1994
It was summer, and I was about thirteen years old, and quite tall for my age. My busom friend was Stella. She lived next door to me on Canfield Ave. in Detroit. This particular hot day, my mother sent me to the open-air market. Stella had a wicker baby buggy, excellent for transporting groceries. She and I were to purchase a wedge of cheese, two bottles of wine, and a bottle of 55 whiskey. This was the best whiskey, being as it cost fifty-five cents. We of course took along three empty quart bottles, and the buggy. First we got the cheese. Then went across the street to get the whiskey. It was in huge wooden barrels. This day the man suggested Peach and Cherry Wine for the ladies. He must have though we were older, because he offered us a small sample glass. At first I refused, but at the coxing of my dearest friend, I agreed to it. Every thing was fine for a time. Then Stella began to complain about the heat. She would make blowing sounds, wipe her brow, and looked red in the face. She said "Boy, is it hot!" Then said she didn't feel well. I was fine, so I suggested, she get into the buggy and I wheel her home. We must have made an odd appearance coming down the street, because a man called to us to ask if every thing was alright. I said yes and that my friend was very tired. Soon after that I began to feel sorta funny. Too hot, too tired to push Stella any farther. I asked if she could walk now. She could and wondered if I would like to be given a ride the rest of the way home. All I could think of was		how I would look. Long legs dangeling over the edge of the buggy, my feet draging on the ground. That thought was worse than the walk home. As we approched my home, Stella pleaded with me not to tell my mother any thing. I couldnt understand her actions but agreed. When I came into the cool house, my mother asked "What's wrong?" I lied and said "Nothing, its just the heat, think I'll lay down for a while". Feeling guilty about that, but a lot worse about some thing else I couldn't name, I fell asleep. We were sent to do shopping many times after that, but one thing certain, we never did any sampling. Our Mother (Annie) would not allow us to drink raw milk. She pasteurized her own, by heating it to a high temperature, then chilling it quickly to destroy any harmful bacteria. We swept the carpets with a broom. To prevent the dust from rising, we first sprinkled wet tea leaves on the carpet. No vacumn cleaner then.
Marie ( Krawczewski ) Jewell May 11, 1899 - Mar 31, 1994
		I was working at Peoples Outfitting Company, a large Department store, in Detroit, When I was introduced to a young man just out of service. He would be working in out door advertising. He remained, standing around my office door smiling at me, and making me a little uncomfortable. Time passed and eventually we began to date, sorta on the sly. Employees were discouraged to associate with one another. We would leave the office at different times, but would meet for lunch. One day he asked to take me home, I agreed and introduced him to my parents. They liked him immediately. He did enjoy talking to them on all sorts of topics. The next day he called and told me how much he enjoyed my parents, also that they were very young looking, and very hospitable. He was delighted, and spoke of how inviting our home was. I thought he felt all set, and sure enough he popped the question, so we were both in seventh heaven from then on.
Marie ( Krawczewski ) Jewell May 11, 1899 - Mar 31, 1994
His folks lived in Kentucky. He liked being with the family especially now that it was getting close to Christmas time. It was then that he asked me to help him pick out some gifts for his family. We chose a beautiful silver serving tray for his mother. Delicate hand stiched collar and cuffs for his sister, and books for his youngest sister. Well, at Christmas, here comes Urban with some beautifully wrapped gifts. All the ones I chose. He apologized for the pretence, but he did it to please the family. As you can guess, it did. oh, did I mention my gift was a beatiful diamond ring. We were officially engaged. We were married November 15,1922. We had a wonderful life together. When he passed away, we had been married 68 years. I still miss him and think of him every day.