From Elsie Burton’s diary

That September we were still living in Tranquility. I was six years old then and now going to school. I remember being overwhelmed with my new status of being a school child. I had just gone to school for two complete weeks. It was a Friday and I had gone through the process of getting a book checked out of the library when one of the older cousins came in to get me. He informed the teacher we were moving. I had to give back the book and I still remember the disappointment.
The situation had become hopeless, I guess. Mother had developed inflammatory rheumatoid arthritis and was pregnant again. There were already four small youngsters who needed caring for and father could not care for the family and work too. He gave up the venture.