Elzina Ruth Bradshaw
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Mom was an absolute sweetheart. You always knew that Momma loved you. There was never any question about that.
She was about five foot seven or eight inches tall. She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. In my eyes, my mother was beautiful. Her pictures seem to say the same thing; she was a pretty lady. Momma was the first child of thirteen in her family. She said, “I never remember the day that I was not holding a baby in my arms.” The thirteenth was my aunt Anita, and she was born three years after Mom and Dad were married. My uncle Eddie was the same age as myself. Momma loved all those thirteen kids. She was secretary of the Sunday School. She also served in the presidency of the Primary. Then when she got older, she was one of the recorders down at the temple for baptisms for the dead. She went down there about two or three hours nearly every Saturday. Nobody ever knew she was pregnant till she was eight months along. She was a big lady—I mean a big framed lady—and so she was gone for two or three weeks and came back carrying a baby. Everybody said, “We didn’t even know you were going to have a baby.” By her son, Lloyd Reed Ellsworth.
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