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Pappa had promised his mother never to lose his membership in the Lutheran Church. Since there wasn't one nearby, Pappa brought us up in the Presbyterian church [one block south, across Talcott Street from Minnie Batey]. He thought God was in charge of all churches. Sunday was always an important day. Mama had baked and prepared food on Saturday. And before the days of running water, the kitchen was turned into a bathroom on Saturday nights. Water from the back porch pump was brought in, heated in big kettles on top of the old wood and coal range. Because of time consumed, two wash tubs were brought in so two baths could be taken at one time. With three boys and five girls, one of each had the privilege of privacy.The author can attest to Fannie's cooking ability because his mother's best friend was Susie Alverson and we were invited to dinners and afternoon tea at the Hegg House in the 1950s. Fred built their home in two sections. The nucleus was at the eastern end of the lot and he doubled it in size for his new children with Fannie. Hegg descendant Diane Marinig, who was born in the house, recalls her joy when visiting there while attending grade school in Sedro-Woolley and especially recalls the exquisite dining room furniture. Descendant Jill Megow also spent a lot of her childhood there as she also attended grade school in town.
Sunday morning was a busy time. Pappa gave the usual orders. The little kids must be ready for Sunday School at 8:45, the older ones ready to attend church with Mama and Pappa at 10:45. The boys hustled upstairs to change into their Sunday suits, best shirts and ties. Shoes must be polished with a high shine. May and I had light blond straight hair and had to report to Mama in the downstairs guest bedroom. The old oil lamp was lit, the curling iron plunged into the sooty glass shade to heat. We both squealed if the iron touched or got too near our ears. We were pleased with the results. Then the girls filed out to the rear of the house where a bush of beautiful yellow roses stood. Each clipped and pinned a rose on our freshly laundered white dress. In wintertime a holly sprig on our coats replaced the roses.
After church service, Pappa and Mama visited outside with their farmer friends. Always inviting a family home for dinner, Mama never got a refusal, being an excellent cook and a warm, friendly hostess. It was always a pleasant day. The guests would leave before sunset and then it was family time in the parlor. Music instruments were brought out. Bill played the clarinet, Pete the coronet, Earl the drums, Mildred the violin. Florence and May took turns on the piano and Evalene and I joined the audience. Everyone felt a part of the whole in the family circle. After the music session we had a supper of Pappa's favorite food. Mama always had a crock of pickled herring made under his directions. He called it something like "sill." The other kids didn't like it but I was known as "Pappa's little Dumpling" and to please him I ate it and eventually learned to relish it. Then he would clap his hands and sing "Pie, Pie, Apple Pie," which was his favorite dessert with a big helping of cheese. We ate the sill with cold boiled potatoes. Other than sill and cold boiled potatoes, anything and everything was the favorite of the other kids.
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One winter a young man came to see Pappa about renting [the Big Lake property]. He had been out of work for months but had been given a job at a mill near the lake. He had a wife and three small children. Pappa thought the young man sincere and worthy of his trust. He rented it to him for a small fee. Two months passed and the mill shut down. The young man was out of work. His family was cold and hungry. He forged a check. The bank wanted to arrest him but Pappa took care of the check and asked not to file charges. He made sure the family had food and fuel and then helped the young man to find another job. The man paid my father back, went on to be successful and with a grateful heart never forgot the compassionate good Samaritan.Twenty years after Frances wrote that tribute to her father, Fuzz's daughter, Patricia Hegg Brown, sent us a clipping she found in her memorabilia box, headed: "Local merchant is a good Samaritan." Sure enough, the facts checked out and the article, which made the benefactor anonymous, ended with this:
When the facts in the case were discovered and the young man seemed to be trying to make good, the Sedro-Woolley merchant paid the Clear Lake store for the money it was out, let his own claim for $45 go indefinitely and personally paid the expense of the marshal to Seattle to save the man from the penitentiary, to give him another chance.Fred was very civic-minded in the best sense. He had no desire to enter politics but he was an active member of the Rotary, the Commercial Club and the Chamber of Commerce, which evolved from the CCs in the 1920s. He also served two decades on the Presbyterian church board. He never actually joined that church per se — perhaps in deference to his mother's wishes that he remain a Lutheran, but he was one of the main benefactors of the Presbyterians and acted as treasurer for the church. Frances Hegg Moody took over bookkeeping for the store once when her sister May, the regular bookkeeper, took a vacation. She discovered that her father made substantial contributions to the church that he did not tell the family or anyone else about. Then the full extent of his contributions came clear when the minister came into the store for his paycheck. She attributed her father's secrecy to his old adage, "never let the left hand know what the right hand doeth."
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