Blanche Fell fell and broke her arm

I hadn’t heard of anyone washing and ironing for a neighbor until I discovered, while going through Grandma Leora Wilson’s 1959 diary, that she had blessed her next-door neighbors with just that. 

Leora Wilson and daughter Doris Neal in Leora’s kitchen, 1970. Doris is near the kitchen window that looks out on Fell’s back door.

Blanche and George Fell lived in a small house on the corner north of Grandma’s house when I was a girl. They attended the same church, as did Great Grandmother Laura Goff when she could. Blanche and Leora were deaconesses at the same time, and Fells gave Leora rides to church, especially during the winter.

According to the Guthrie Center Times, which published local hospital notes, Blanche Fell had been discharged from the hospital in early September, 1959. But a month later, she fell and broke her arm. 

Her neighbor Leora, age 68, was busy that month–washing and installing storm windows, helping with a funeral, raking leaves, digging gladiolas and cannas, caring for her own mother (Laura Goff, age 91), taking bouquets of flowers from her garden to church, and patching at the hospital. But she made time to help her neighbors by doing the Fells’ washing, hanging it on the line, and doing up their ironing.

A few years later, in March, 1966, Leora took a pink hydrangea to Blanche who was in the hospital. Then on November 11, 1966, Blanche had a bad heart attack and was in the Guthrie County Hospital until her death at the end of December. She was only 73.

Leora and her mother Laura Goff are in front at the left. You can see Fell’s house next to Leora. The awning is over Leora’s back door, which faced Fell’s back door. (This is a reunion of Laura Goff’s children, from Omaha and California, in 1957.)

Leora collected 50-cent donations from neighbors for flowers and ordered a yellow potted mum for the funeral and a memorial for the church. Leora not only attended the funeral, she helped with the dinner for the family.

Blanche Fell was born in 1893, just three years after Leora. I wish I had a photo of Mrs. Fell. I vaguely remember Grandma’s good neighbor lady.

George Fell 

I don’t remember George Fell (1892-1978) at all, but he was a Guthrie County Supervisor during the 1930s. According to Small and/or Abandoned Cemeteries, Guthrie County, Iowa, by the Guthrie County Genealogical Society, he provided key local landmark and cemetery/grave data used by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) historical records.

By the late 1950s and into the 1960s, he transitioned into municipal leadership and served as the Mayor of Guthrie Center, overseeing major local infrastructure developments like municipal water surveys, paving projects, and river routing improvements.

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Thanks to Dave Miller for locating George Fell’s obituary and trying to find one for Blanche. From George Fell’s findagrave page we learn that Blanche’s first name was Eva and that they had no children to remember them.

505 N. 4th Street, Guthrie Center. Grandma’s house.

After Grandma Leora’s death in 1988, her house was sold, along with the one on the corner that Fell’s had lived in. The new owner of both properties tore down the one on the corner and expanded Grandma’s little house. You would never recognize it today.

How the house looks today. The original “picture window” is at the left.

And all of this because I discovered that Grandma had washed and ironed for her next door neighbors after Blanche Fell fell and broke her arm.

4 comments

  1. Oh, Joy. Thanks for all of this. What a meaningful morning treat. Grandma Leora was such an amazing woman on so many levels…always leading with kindness. Not waiting to help others — just doing what needed to be done, including pitching in and doing the washing and ironing for the Fells. ❤️
    Your sweet post reminded me of a “neighbor lady” back in Ohio. After I was born, Sue really struggled keeping up with household stuff and caring for Lisa and then me—arriving just 18 months later—and a dear lady named Hope stepped in to help Sue with the laundry. Just because. Sue spoke of her fondly for years after. Hope was there when people needed help…just like Leora.
    ❤️Thanks for always stirring up the good stuff, my friend! ❤️

  2. Having broken my arm recently, I know how wonderful good neighbours are. Food kept arriving from across the hall and offers of rides, grocery shopping, whatever we needed came from church friends. Of course, my Doug was doing the necessary things already, but we both felt the love of God.

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