Elizabeth Lovel Tague

AMERICA THE GREAT MELTING POT

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Elizabeth Lovel Tague    
Born: 10 Mar 1883 Shelby Co, IA

 

   
Married: 28 May 1903 Harlan, Shelby Co., IA

 

   
Died: 30 Nov 1952 Emery Mallons, Keo    

FATHER

Jacob Tague

MOTHER

Peree Poling

HUSBAND

Roy Burtis Rickel

b. 29 May 1876 Cass Co., IA

CHILDREN

1. Orpha Rickel b. 28 Feb 1904

2. Morris Edwin Rickel b. 04 Feb 1907

3. Donald Fredrick Rickel b. 26 Feb   1911

From an unpublished book by Blanche E. Tague LaDue

ELIZABETH TAGUE RICKEL

Aunt Libby. as she was called, was The seventh child born to Jacob and Peree Tague and The fourth to live to maturity. She was, also, the oldest girl and suffered severe deprivation, along with her older brothers, and it left lasting scares on her life. She was only five years younger than my Father and they had a deep understanding and affection for each other.
Aunt Libby married, Roy Rickel, and the union was blessed with three children, first, a daughter and then two sons. I met them all in The summer of 1928 at Austin, Minn., while my Family visited them. I do not know what Uncle Roy did for a living. I know they had a lovely home. My interest was with the oldest cousin, Morris, who was about my age. We had fun seeing places. We went through the Hormel Meat Packing Plant and we went boating on a beautiful lake where I could reach out and touch the white water lilies. Beautiful memories.
There was one thing that happened while at Aunt Libby's home that I wish I could change. At the dinner table. Aunt Libby said she often wondered what happened that caused me to stop writing letters to her and I never answered her inquiry. I don't know why I didn't speak up and, I often wished I had. I never was too good at defending my actions, maybe that's why I didn't answer. My, Father, could discredit my reasoning with such ease.
When I was a little girl of nine or ten, I took great delight in writing to my Aunt Libby and she would answer my letters. I felt very important. One day my, Father, in an ominously tone of voice, said to me, "don't you mail anymore letters to Aunt Libby until after I have read them first." I secretly thought that Aunt Libby must have written to my Father criticizing the poor wording or spelling of my letters. I never wrote her another letter, I felt betrayed somehow. Even though I was by now about 21, I still felt their was a conspiracy between my Aunt Libby and my Father and I wasn't going to let them put me on the spot thus I did not explain why I quit writing to her.
The day we left Aunt Libby's and Uncle Roy's home was July 30, l928 on my 21st birthday. I never saw my Aunt again but I do carry her name "Elizabeth," of which I am most proud.