Crystal

April 22 marks the 50th anniversary of the passing of a friend of mine, Crystal Hawker. Our mothers were friends, and consequently we became friends, playing at each other’s house, doing things little girls do. Crystal was ten years old at the time of her death and I months behind her at age nine. Nine year olds don’t have a real strong grasp of death, at least not back then. There weren’t any grief counselors brought in to help us understand and cope. In fact, it was almost as if she never existed; nobody spoke of what happened that caused her death, only that she had been sick. And nobody spoke of what became of Crystal after she died. She went to some mysterious place called Heaven, which was really kind of scary, because while we knew Heaven was supposed to be a good place, none of us wanted to go there and leave our families like Crystal did.

It has been fifty years since she left her dolls and hair ribbons behind and in all that time I never knew how she actually died. Until now. There are two accounts of her lost battle for life, one in The Ripley Review and one in The Westfield Republican. In honor and remembrance of Crystal, I will take a little literary license and combine the stories here.

“Crystal Jean Hawker Ten Years Old Dies After Brief Illness

“Little Crystal Jean Hawker, 10 year-old daughter of Harry and Jean (Pratt) Hawker, of 23 Maple Ave., Ripley, left her fifth grade class at the Ripley Central School only a few weeks ago. She will not be returning to her classroom where she was a bright little student and who loved her school work and was loved by her classmates. Crystal, one of five children of Mr. and Mrs. Hawker, died at 12:30 a.m. on Saturday morning at the Westfield Memorial Hospital after a last minute unsuccessful attempt to prolong her life was made when she was placed at 7 p.m. in the Iron Lung of the Westfield Emergency Corps of the Fire Department.

“Crystal, a pretty little girl with golden hair and a sweet smile, who had been a leading student in the fifth grade class at Ripley Central School, had been ill for about two weeks before she died. At first it was thought that she had pneumonia complicated by pleurisy. Some symptoms indicated polio but the cause of death, according to Dr. R.R. Northrup, was a deep seated rare infection which caused blood clots and the eventual brain hemorrhage which was pronounced as the cause of death.

“Adding to her parents grief was the fact that Friday afternoon Crystal rallied, seemed to be on the road to recovery and was able to sit up without use of the oxygen tent in which she had been placed for most of the hours she was in the hospital.

“Gay and eager to open the cards sent her by many friends, the little girl’s happy state brought her parents their first relief from anguish which they had lived through for several days. Then, suddenly, about 3 p.m. she complained of a headache, seemed to tire and fell asleep. She was placed back in the oxygen tent. Her decline was rapid and at 7 o’clock the iron lung was called for as a last measure to prolong her life.”

Crystal left behind her parents, a sister and three brothers, grandparents and countless cousins and friends. As children we were left to grieve and wonder why. Years later, when I had moved away, every time I came home to visit I would make a trip to Quincy Cemetery to stand at the stone angel that marks her grave, and remember a friend gone too soon. Never having said good bye to Crystal, I will say now, until we meet again my friend.