In my last two posts, I wrote
about how my grandfather, Lloyd Ballenger, began his 50-year tenure at Reeb’s
Restaurant in Columbus, Ohio, in 1933. I also shared how my grandmother, Nora Belle Eberhard, met and fell in love with him, leading to their elopement on March
30, 1935. I’ll continue their story this week, although it’s a much harder
chapter to tell.
In 1936, the young couple
lived in an apartment at 535 Oakwood Ave. on the near east side of Columbus,
within easy walking distance of Reeb’s. Nora was thrilled when she found out
she was pregnant early in the year. She endured a long, hot summer in the
apartment, chatting with her neighbors in the morning and walking down to the
restaurant in the afternoon, when the lunchtime rush was over. All of the
employees and many regular customers knew she was expecting.
On August 9, 1936, Nora gave
birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Marilyn Sue Ballenger. Lloyd
received hearty congratulations, cigars, and free drinks from his many
well-wishers at Reeb’s. Nora delighted in visits from her sisters and friends. Even
though it was her first child, Nora had a lot of experience with babies from
helping her mother tend her five younger siblings. She knew what to do when
Marilyn fussed.
As the humid days of August
gave way to blue September skies, Nora started taking Marilyn down to Reeb’s on
her afternoon walks, happily pushing the baby carriage in front of her. Her
daughter would nap in the carriage while she talked and laughed with the
waitresses. It was a golden month.
But in mid-October, something
went terribly wrong. Marilyn caught a cold, or so it seemed; she rasped,
wheezed, and cried, and nothing Nora did seemed to settle her down. After a
long day and night with the inconsolable baby, Nora took her to the doctor.
Decades later, she would remember the shock of that Tuesday afternoon as
clearly as if it just happened.
The doctor told Nora that he
was sorry, but something was wrong with little Marilyn’s heart. He couldn’t do
anything for her. There was no medicine, no surgery, nothing that would fix it.
She had the pneumonia now, but even if she got over that, it wouldn’t cure what
was wrong with her heart. The best thing Nora could do was take her home and
love her for the time she had left. He was so sorry.
By Saturday morning, October
17, 1936, Marilyn's struggles were over. She was nine weeks old.
I can’t imagine how
incredibly hard those four days must have been for my grandparents. When she
told me the story, more than fifty years after it happened, Nora couldn’t hold
back the tears. The pain in her own heart was still fresh.
In her grief, Nora realized
she had no photograph, nothing to remember Marilyn by. They didn’t own a
camera. Lloyd found a neighbor with a camera, and his wife helped Nora dress
the baby. The neighbor kindly took a picture of Lloyd and Nora with their
first-born daughter, now laying peacefully in Nora’s lap. It was hard to do at
the time, but the picture brought Nora some comfort in the years that followed.
Marilyn was buried in
Otterbein Cemetery in Westerville, Ohio. She rests today next to Lloyd's brother, Dwight “Smokey” Ballenger, and his wife. Even though her parents are not
there, little Marilyn has plenty of family at Otterbein Cemetery. Her paternal
grandparents Charles and Irene Ballenger, great-grandparents James and Anna
Ballenger, and great-great-grandparents Charles and Rebecca Jane Ballenger are
all there. Her maternal grandparents, Llewellyn and Mary Eberhard, are in a
different section of the historic cemetery.
In writing this, I hope to
preserve Marilyn’s story, and honor my grandparents’ memories. Marilyn’s life
was short, but she was never forgotten. Perhaps this will help ensure she never will be.
--Shelley
Certificate citation: “Ohio Deaths, 1908-1953,”
digital image, FamilySearch (www.familysearch.org: accessed 5 April
2011), death certificate no. 62724 (1936), Marilyn Sue Ballenger; citing
original records, Ohio Department of Health, held at Ohio Historical Society,
Columbus.
© Shelley Bishop 2014
This is the third in a series, “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks,” coordinated
by Amy Johnson Crow at No Story Too Small.
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Well told. I can't imagine the difficulty of having the picture taken.
ReplyDeleteNo, I can't either, Cody, but I know Nora was glad to have it later. Thanks for reading.
DeleteSuch a sad story, beautifully told.
ReplyDeleteIt's one of the most difficult ones I've written, Sue. Appreciate the kind words.
DeleteWell done. It's a sad story that happened all too often. Both of my parents had a sibling who died (not as young as Marilyn but under 2 years old) from things that are curable today.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda. I'm sorry to hear about your parents' siblings, too. Such heartbreak.
DeleteSuch a sad story. Beautifully written - it brought tears to my eyes. Rest in peace Marilyn, you've not been forgotten.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Laura, and taking the time to leave such a thoughtful comment. I hesitated to share this story at first, but it feels right to preserve her memory.
DeleteSuch a sad story. Must have been so hard for Nora and Lloyd, but it's good they did it as an immortal souvenir of Marylin for their later family.
ReplyDeleteYes, Marine, Nora kept the photo in her nightstand and cherished it throughout the years, so it was good they did it. Thanks for reading.
DeleteAlthough a sad story and tragic for your grandparents, this story is a treasure. Your grandparents would be proud of you for writing and sharing this memory.
ReplyDeleteThat means a lot to me, Pat. I really appreciate the kind words!
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