My three sisters were all home in the care of my father and a nurse. They all had the whooping cough which was later given to me, a three weeks old infant. Dr. Lewis, our country doctor, came in a one-horse sleigh over the Brodtville hills to help my mother through her ordeal of bringing a fourth baby girl into the world. I'm sure that my father was groaning in his disappointment at having another female in the family when all along he had wanted sons to help him on the farm. My father had to shovel a pathway to the door for the doctor to enter.
Grant County is in the south western corner of the state of Wisconsin.
It is noted for its large fertile farms, its wooded areas, its green pastures and rolling hills. I was born on a farm in a huge rambling house surrounded by lovely shade trees and low rolling hills. My parents, John Scott Moore and Aurelia Bertha Curtis were kind, thoughtful parents making my child-hood years very precious in my memory. Now when I look back it seems so many years and yet time has a way of flying faster and faster as the years go by. My child-hood days were happy ones on the farm, going to a rural school, playing with sisters and brothers and cousins and neighbors children.