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                        MY LIFE IN KAMPSVILLE
                                  1919 to 1930
                            by Virginia Day Fritscher
                      hand-written September 1980, age 61

             I  was  born  July  12,  1919,  on  my  Mom  and  Daddy’s  eighth
             wedding anniversary, in this little town of about 200 population,
             named Kampsville, in Calhoun County, Illinois, the only county
             in the United States without a railroad. Most everything came
             in by boat and things were very expensive. In order to get out
             of  the  county, you had to cross the Illinois River by ferryboat
             or  go  to  Hamburg,  Illinois,  where  my  Daddy  was  born  and
             my parents lived the first few years of their married life, or cross
             by ferryboat over the Mississippi.
                My mother was Mary Pearl Lawler Day, born in St. Louis,
             October 2, 1888–December 6, 1972. My father Bartholomew was
             born in Michael, Illinois, October 17, 1887–February 13, 1954.
             Because my mother’s former fiancee, Francis Devine, threatened he
             would kill her on her wedding day, my parents married in a secret
             ceremony in St. Louis in 1911 on July 12 which date in 1919 also
             became my birthday, and in 1938 my wedding anniversary.
                In later years the State did build a bridge at Hardin, Illinois,
             about nine miles south of Kampsville, where one could cross the
             Illinois River, and which many times we and others would use as
             sometimes there was a little wait to get on the ferryboat because
             Kampsville was also a summer resort, with a lovely beach, cottages,
             and dance pavilion which was jammed in the summers I was a girl
             by people dancing the Charleston, come up from St. Louis and
             surrounding other little towns.
                One of my first recollections of living in this little town was
             the back porch on the house we lived in (in the south end of town
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