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In Loving Memory &#13;
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Loraine Roof Crowl&#13;
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Born: September 8, 1931&#13;
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Died : July 4, 1975&#13;
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                    <text>Corresponds to Introduction of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl&#13;
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Introduction&#13;
&#13;
The following stories were found following my mother’s untimely death in the summer&#13;
of 1975.&#13;
&#13;
When my father was sorting through some papers, he came across a folder and started&#13;
reading the hand-written pages that he had never seen before. He showed them to all of&#13;
us children, myself and three older brothers, and each of us read them with our own&#13;
responses and questions.&#13;
&#13;
I have compiled these journals in a book form, so that my mother’s dream of someday&#13;
becoming an author can finally come true. I also want future generations of our family to&#13;
know her, and understand our heritage. The original pages will remain with my father. It&#13;
is my hope that they will be preserved somehow, as the pencil writing is already fading.&#13;
&#13;
Throughout the process of reading, re-writing, typing and proofreading these stories, I&#13;
have learned a great deal about the mother I lost at such a young age of 15. She was only&#13;
43 years old, a whole lifetime ahead of her. I have also learned a great deal about myself,&#13;
and my family, and I have a better understanding of why my memories warm my heart&#13;
so!&#13;
&#13;
These stories are true (except for The Kiss, which turned out to be closer to the truth than&#13;
she could have imagined, and Little Runt). It is not known when mother wrote them,&#13;
probably when we were all busy with school and work. Her pencil was her confidant, the&#13;
paper her tool to sort out her thoughts.&#13;
&#13;
It has been twenty-three years since her death. I have always wanted make this a reality&#13;
and I feel that now is the time. Mother confided to me, once, that her fantasy was always&#13;
to become a writer.......... this is my way of making at least one of her fantasies come true.&#13;
&#13;
In loving memory of my mother, Loraine Roof Crowl,&#13;
for my Father, Brothers, nieces and nephew,&#13;
and all those who knew her, and loved her, as much as we did.&#13;
&#13;
by&#13;
&#13;
KAREN SUSAN CROWL BENNETT&#13;
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Chapter One&#13;
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CHILDHOOD MEMORIES&#13;
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“Once upon a time”, “Far, far away’, and “Long, long ago’, were the beginning&#13;
phrases of books and stories I loved as a child. I was a lucky child, in that not only did I&#13;
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&#13;
Sun-filled, warm summer days that stretched into very long days. Fall days filled&#13;
with the tangy odor of burning leaves. Picking the last of the garden before the first&#13;
freeze. Winter days before the coal heating stove, that meant carrying in coal, carrying&#13;
out ashes, freezing (it seemed so in the mornings) while Grandpa stoked the stove and got&#13;
it going again. Cookies on Saturday morning, (only Saturday was baking day). The&#13;
cookies lasted all week. A pie or cake for Sunday dinner; other day’s desserts would be&#13;
home-canned fruit or pudding, sometimes Jell-O if it was cold enough, and there would&#13;
be enough ice in the ice box.&#13;
&#13;
Thanksgiving, and Christmas shopping and gift wrapping; certain drawers not to&#13;
peek in. Finally, Christmas Eve itself, with my parents, brothers and sisters, and&#13;
sometimes an aunt and uncle and cousins. Finally, we could put the tree up. Stockings to&#13;
hang and early to bed; and the next morning, creeping down the stairs barefoot in the&#13;
ice-cold. No one beat us up to stoke the stove and get it going! Stockings could be&#13;
opened, but everything else had to wait until after breakfast. It was always amazing how&#13;
long oatmeal took to cook; the table to be set, and cleared, and the dishes washed! The&#13;
turkey to be put in the oven, the pudding put on to steam. Honestly, if the grown-ups&#13;
could have thought of one more thing to prolong the presents they would have! Finally,&#13;
everyone was assembled in favorite chairs and the gifts were passed out.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
I can't remember learning to read. I can remember learning some words lying on&#13;
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the Civil War. Sunbury had no library then as now. Borrowed books were from&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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four of my grandparents were alive, and there was nothing except a Depression to worry&#13;
about, or trying to convince Grandma I needed a dog - I never got one, or even a cat&#13;
(finally a cat came to stay in the barn) - it seemed a book was always my friend. Reading&#13;
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&#13;
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by piece. First, my cousins went into the army, then my brother; and then, during a visit&#13;
to Aunt Ruth’s house, my grandfather died. The sad trip home, the cousins who managed&#13;
to get home on leave, my brother who didn’t.&#13;
&#13;
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solitude to cry for that which I would always miss, and would only realize years later how&#13;
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time, while life is growing all around you, and everything is green and beautiful, if the&#13;
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following loneliness, then perhaps summer is the time, although never again was summer&#13;
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&#13;
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Chapter Two&#13;
&#13;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY&#13;
&#13;
Jennifer lay on the side of the bed with her little daughter. While Susan closed&#13;
her eyes, finally, and succumbed to the land of dreams, Jennifer’s eyes remained open.&#13;
Not the thinking kind of wakefulness, but the deep, pondering kind of alertness that&#13;
creeps up on one’s self at unexplained moments.&#13;
&#13;
The day of the year had arrived that she had been dreading for months. The first&#13;
birthday of her grandmother since her death months before; if she had lived, she would&#13;
have been ninety-seven. Ninety-seven is such and old, old age, and yet Grandma had&#13;
been younger the previous year at ninety-six then she had been at ninety, and even back&#13;
as far as Jennifer could remember, for all her thirty-one years. Grandma had been sixty-&#13;
five then, she thought. Sixty-five when she had come to live with her at the time of a&#13;
serious illness on the part of her mother. The years -- summers, falls, winters, and&#13;
springs, stretched back through her mind.&#13;
&#13;
She could remember playing with the little china dolls, the “Quints”, who had&#13;
been born on her grandfather's birthday. She could remember pushing her doll buggy up&#13;
and down the sidewalk in the front of the house, the roller skating for hours-on-end with&#13;
the little girl up the street, and, on rainy days, there was the attic with trunks, and books,&#13;
and the small, low window that overlooked the whole world! The 4-H meetings and the&#13;
sewing, and cooking, that Grandma had done for her -- dresses, coats, sometimes made-&#13;
over from something that still had “good left in it” because those were the Depression&#13;
years, and they were on a pension. The box, a whole box, of doll clothes one year for&#13;
Christmas.&#13;
&#13;
Christmas! Christmas with the tree that always touched the ceiling, with the&#13;
lights that had to have all good bulbs or the string didn’t work. During the war years,&#13;
they found that a piece of tin foil from a gum wrapper would fill in for a bulb -- “It’s a&#13;
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“Why now,” she thought, “why can’t I see her face when all these months I’ve&#13;
tried and tried?  Why can I hear her voice and yet she doesn’t speak? Will I always have&#13;
this feeling of guilt when I think of her, and the way I felt?”&#13;
&#13;
Thinking led her to try to find a justification of the way she had felt. With four&#13;
children under ten, one a newborn baby, she surely had not had too much extra time to&#13;
devote to her grandmother’s care. Except when she had been sick that one time. Jen had&#13;
managed to take her to church, but the tears began again when she thought of the many&#13;
times she had not sat with her, but rather in the back of the church, leaving Grandma to&#13;
sit with neighbors and friends. “Even that last Sunday, before she had gone to Aunt&#13;
Ruth’s,” she thought, “I didn’t even go then.” In her mind’s eye, Jen could see Grandma&#13;
walking up the aisle of the church with ten-year old Jerry at her side, to the pew where&#13;
she had sat for so many years. Grandma talked in church, not too quietly either, when&#13;
she wanted to know who the young couple in front of her was, or whose baby was crying&#13;
in the rear of the church. In a small community maybe such things didn’t bother the rest&#13;
of the congregation, but for some reason, still unknown, they bothered Jen.&#13;
&#13;
The words of the minister who had preached Grandma’s funeral came back to&#13;
her, “Like the old oak tree, magnificent and old,” and the way he compared Grandma to&#13;
the old oak tree, Jen’s thoughts continued, “the minister had been one of the very few&#13;
requests the family knew about. I wonder how many requests she wanted to make and&#13;
didn’t. Why, why, why?”&#13;
&#13;
Then, the thought came to her that perhaps Jen wouldn’t have heard if she had&#13;
asked, that maybe she had asked and Jen was too busy to hear. Maybe the times, the car&#13;
was in the drive, but Jen was so busy with PTA, church circles, club meetings, and such,&#13;
maybe Grandma had wanted to ask and was afraid she wouldn’t be heard. “Oh, dear&#13;
God,” she thought, “did she ask? Did she ask, why didn’t I hear? She had all the&#13;
comforts of home; she lived here, in this house that she and Grandpa had bought some&#13;
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attic that had been the scene of so many happy childhood hours. “Not much room there&#13;
now," she thought.&#13;
&#13;
Grandma had had a birthday blouse and a Christmas slip, and, once in a while she&#13;
bought a new pair of hose, and enough stationary to write that weekly letter to her&#13;
daughter. Above this, Grandma had nothing! “Nothing except what we gave her&#13;
perhaps,” Jen thought, “perhaps she thought she didn’t even have our love. I don’t&#13;
remember telling her for so long, how much I loved her. Oh, how I wish I could tell her&#13;
now, how I wish I could say ‘Happy Birthday Grandma. I love you!’, but I can’t.”&#13;
&#13;
The times that Jen had been brusque with her Grandma came back to her, and&#13;
such a terrible wave of remorse and shame swept over her. Most of the community had&#13;
praised Jen, had told her what a devoted granddaughter she was, and had been, of how&#13;
much joy she had given her grandmother -- the words echoing through her mind sounded&#13;
so hollow. “The outward appearance we show others”, she thought, “to cover our own&#13;
shortcomings and guilt!”&#13;
&#13;
In all honesty, Jen could not remember a single time she had been mean, or had&#13;
ignored her needs. Rather, her sins had been of omission, if sins they were. She had&#13;
kissed her good-night, but could not recall when she had told her she loved her. She had&#13;
baked her favorite desserts, pies and cookies, but had never been overly joyful while&#13;
doing them. Never delighted to be doing something, no matter how small or trivial, for&#13;
someone who had done so much for her.&#13;
&#13;
The four years Jen and her family had lived here, there was always a sense of&#13;
tomorrow, never of yesterday.&#13;
&#13;
Jen lay on the bed for a long time, now wide awake, watching little Susan sleep,&#13;
thinking of how Susan’s great-grandmother had loved her, how much she had loved the&#13;
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him so he can understand, how to reason with this inconsolable grief, with his heart-&#13;
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while!” “I don’t know Doug,” she said silently to herself, “why can’t we have her back,&#13;
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&#13;
Jen wiped the tears from her eyes, looked out the window at the bright, October&#13;
sun, one of those rare days in the fall of the year, when the world is all golden. With&#13;
crunchy leaves, and sunshine filtering through the leaves still on the trees, with the softest&#13;
of breezes, with the scent of burning leaves still in the air. “Last year, on this day, we&#13;
had a party for Grandma,” she thought, “last year she was ninety-six; she'll never be one-&#13;
hundred now, there will be no more celebrations with the relatives and friends, no more’&#13;
flowers.” Last year she lay here in this very room, in her casket. The room was filled to&#13;
overflowing with flowers; the church, where Gran had been so faithful, was filled with&#13;
people, even though it was a rainy, winter day. “Uncle Lester said, “Blessed is the corpse&#13;
the rain falls on,” she thought, “and I’ve only taken flowers once. I've never had the&#13;
time.” And then she thought, “That's the only thing I do have -- Time!”&#13;
&#13;
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Chapter Three&#13;
&#13;
MY “OUTSIDE INTEREST”&#13;
&#13;
Do you need an outside interest? “Yes”, say all the magazine experts.  I know,&#13;
because I’ve read this over and over. “Don’t allow yourself to become dull, unattractive,&#13;
boring, all you need is an outside interest to make yourself more desirable to your&#13;
husband, more loving to your children, more anything.” Including weary and exhausted!&#13;
&#13;
Anyway, after reading this for the umpteenth time, I decided maybe I did. So, I&#13;
looked around the living room, at the comparative cleanliness, or neatness, considering&#13;
the fact that school will be dismissed in forty-five minutes, this condition won’t last&#13;
long. I’m not even looking at the doorway that goes into the downstairs bedroom -&#13;
sewing room, den, catch-all room. One of the things about this particular room is the fact&#13;
that it has a door. What Fibber McGee could put in this closet couldn’t begin to compare&#13;
with the things that find their way into this room. So, if I want to say the living room is&#13;
clean, don’t doubt it for a minute! You should see how it looks most of the time (no, on&#13;
second thought, you shouldn’t see it then either!).&#13;
&#13;
To get back to my outside interest. First of all, you should know, I have four&#13;
children. These are three boys, who are older and more babyish than the baby, who is a&#13;
“her”, and is a very grown-up two year-old. Any mother could tell you that boys who are&#13;
eleven and nine, aren’t really eleven and nine. They are somewhere between five and&#13;
fifty, depending, of course, upon one’s actual age, because they always know more than&#13;
their parents, and we're in our early thirty’s! So, they are between five and fifty&#13;
depending!&#13;
&#13;
Now, our six year-old is six. There’s something so reassuring about a six year-&#13;
old, who hasn’t yet started to school, and, so, for the time being, is a c-h-i-l-d. When&#13;
school starts in the Fall, he will be a b-o-y, and soon will be eligible for the “5-50 club”,&#13;
that all boys belong to. He will learn such interesting things - that mothers must not go&#13;
into the bathroom for any reason (like rescuing two year-old sisters from the tub) if he’s&#13;
in there; he'll learn that little boys go to the little boys room, and not to the ladies room&#13;
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with mother, The little five year-old next door is going to be so lonesome, because he&#13;
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&#13;
But, to get back to some of the aspects of the six year-old’s further education.&#13;
He'll learn that the good fairy doesn’t really bring a dime for those teeth that come out,&#13;
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time?"; just in case you see. “And you must be sure to leave a treat for Santa and his&#13;
nine reindeer.” Nine? “Did you forget to count Rudolph?” So far he won’t be at the&#13;
sadistic stage and leave things like “mustard sandwiches”. That will come later -&#13;
probably about the time Susie is four, or five, and quite shocked about the whole thing!&#13;
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parents, or the facts that we’ve told him by the book, but the f-a-c-t-s as told by the first,&#13;
or second, grade authority on such subjects. Every class has one, or more, so his&#13;
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&#13;
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one-half months left in this term. All things being relative, you know, so maybe I will&#13;
have time to pursue an “outside interest”. At least for three and one-half months!&#13;
&#13;
I think there is something close to heavenly about two year-olds. They are big&#13;
enough to need a great big hug, strong enough so they won’t break under such a hug, and&#13;
sweet enough to deserve such a hug on fairly numerous occasions. Of all two year-olds,&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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wears glasses in the delivery room? - and said, "No, I don't think you'd fib, but are you&#13;
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for myself. Well, even with such poor vision and Susie being upside down, she&#13;
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her brothers before being wrapped in the blanket, she didn't resemble them much&#13;
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ounce baby. She had the longest feet, and the scrawniest arms, and legs, and I couldn't&#13;
help but think, "Well thank the Lord, it's a girl. At least we'd love her for being a she!"&#13;
&#13;
I shocked my husband with that remark, the nurses told him that her nose would&#13;
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&#13;
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beamed with parental pride at the praise of our littlest one, while trying to break up a&#13;
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create a feeling of goodwill toward our four year-old so he wouldn't be j-e-a-l-o-u-s of&#13;
the new baby. As I look at her now, she has made remarkable progress since then. At&#13;
two years and five days, she has a very interesting nose (like her mother), hazel eyes &#13;
with brown and green specks (like her mother), straight, brown hair, and not much of it&#13;
(like her mother), and everyone, but everyone agrees she's the image of her father! She&#13;
can only say twenty-five words, but she can talk for an hour in church! Not only talk, &#13;
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as I sit in the back pew, maybe only half the people see her, and then they should be&#13;
listening to the sermon anyway!&#13;
&#13;
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I mean when I say, small community. There couldn't be too many more people than that&#13;
that live in one, and it takes a person who lives in one to know just what I mean. It is&#13;
nice to live in a small community, to know everyone except the last few families who&#13;
have moved into town, and maybe we won't always be such a small community after all.&#13;
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&#13;
11:30 and hubby dear anytime at all, just anytime at all! Somewhere along the line. I&#13;
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the menu, keep it hot, ad infinitum, and exotic, like baked potatoes, steak, shrimp&#13;
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days of this routine, and then!, then I can have a big, noon-time meal. I'll do the baking&#13;
in the morning, we'll eat punctually at 12:05 everyday, all summer (and he had jolly well&#13;
better be here too!) the table will be a work of art, fresh flowers, and all, every day!&#13;
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be completed (beds will be made!). And, after this leisurely 12:05 dinner. I say leisurely&#13;
because did you ever watch members of the club (5-50) eat? It may be leisurely and&#13;
then again, it may not. However, Daddy only has half an hour so we  will have ample&#13;
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hectic morning (and it will be hectic I'm sure), before we will all leave for the pool.&#13;
&#13;
Speaking of the pool, I should get quite a tan this Summer, as little Susie will&#13;
demand, and I do mean demand, full attention this year. For some reason, children think&#13;
the big pool is the same depth as the wading pool, and invariably walk right in the eleven&#13;
foot depth, if someone doesn't tag along every second. I guess I won't even need a new&#13;
suit, the old one will do it I don't get wet, and doesn't look like I'll be getting wet!&#13;
&#13;
Where was I? Oh, yes, my "outside interest". My outside interest last year&#13;
concerned getting over an attack of arthritis. So, the flower beds didn't  get weeded, I&#13;
only canned seventy-five quarts of string beans, instead of one-hundred. Our corn blew over, and then down, and the coons got into it, so I didn't have much for the freezer. We didn't have very nice strawberries, so I did make a lot of jam. By staying up till mid night&#13;
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dress for me as we were dressing to go to the reunion. Considering, though I think I did pretty well!&#13;
&#13;
I feel sorry, I really do, for people who've never lived in a small community. By&#13;
small, I mean around one-thousand to fifteen hundred people - not including dogs and&#13;
cats as some smart -aleck, city slicker will say. There is a sense of security, you know&#13;
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wonderful it is to have a bath. This was our big project last Fall (but I can't call it an&#13;
outside interest", can I?)&#13;
&#13;
My husband and I did all the work ourselves. He'll probably tell you he did it, but&#13;
then being a man, he doesn't know any better. Granted, he tore out the existing wall, he&#13;
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midnight, that's who! Whom? Granted, he built the new partition, using the salvaged 2 x &#13;
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with a blow torch and re-solder them. But, think of the plumbing bills we saved, and&#13;
after all, these modern conveniences do require a certain amount of pampering. We&#13;
didn't have that trouble, of course, with the "path", but, as I said, it was a mighty cold&#13;
winter, and that kind of "outside interest" we can do without , thank you!&#13;
&#13;
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wall as we professionals call it, but who held the end of those big sheets? And then, I&#13;
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                    <text>Corresponds to page 15 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The things that a small-town wife has to learn to do! Wallpapering, sewing,&#13;
taking care of a garden, canning and freezing the surplus and, in between, there is the&#13;
PTA, the Women's Society of the church, the Church Circles, which must be supported&#13;
by attendance and volunteer labor. Then, there is bowling and the Fraternal Orders, but&#13;
the biggest volunteer  group of all in a small town is the Fire Department.&#13;
&#13;
In our town, they are a select group of hard-working, young men! My husband&#13;
would miss anything, I think, except a firemen's meeting, or a fire! It must be difficult&#13;
being a city fireman, and getting PAID for your services! Think where the thrill would &#13;
be if you were at the firehouse when the calls came in, and you didn't have a siren to&#13;
blow. We only live two and one-half blocks from the fire department, and, if he isn't&#13;
there when the siren stops, and it only blows three minutes, it's very upsetting! And of &#13;
course, a volunteer must be ready to serve at a moment's notice, come all the proverbial&#13;
things usually attributed to the Post Office department. they do an excellent job though&#13;
and we are quite proud of them! If that siren just wouldn't blow as we are sitting down&#13;
to eat one of those leisurely meals I was telling you about!&#13;
&#13;
Well, you can see, with all these activities, something is missing from my life,&#13;
and it must be an outside activity - it has to be because I just glanced at another&#13;
magazine, and it reminded me. Maybe during this coming summer I will take up&#13;
painting in my spare time, or how about writing? I can't think of anything else that I&#13;
could do.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Postlude:&#13;
&#13;
The summer's half gone, and it's as good a time as any to sit down and evaluate&#13;
my projects - my "outside interests".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
So far, I haven't gotten outside the house, honestly! Except to plant the garden&#13;
(you see, I didn't have a baby this year and so it was my turn to plant the garden.&#13;
thoughtful, isn't he! ) I have hoed the garden, and oh, those gorgeous flower beds I&#13;
planned last May, in reality turned out to be three envelopes of seeds and I have been&#13;
having zinnias as centerpieces for those leisurely, elegant, half-hour dinners at 12:05.&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
However, at last count, most of them are coming at 12:30, 1:30, or even as late as 2:30,&#13;
and let me tell you, it is no small trick keeping those steaks, mashed potatoes, etc., etc.,&#13;
etc., warm until 2:30. Every once in awhile, I've been throwing in a few peanut butter&#13;
sandwiches, just to keep in practice you know.&#13;
&#13;
I do get "outside" to hang up the wash, because so far, we've had a beautiful&#13;
summer, and I need to exercise. I do get to pick the green sting beans, and yellow wax &#13;
beans, and the golden ears of corn, and the peppers - that were supposed to go with&#13;
tomatoes into homemade ketchup. Only, so far, we've had dozens of peppers, and the&#13;
tomatoes won't be ripe for another two weeks. I have gotten outside to go swimming at&#13;
least four times in the past six weeks, but so far, I really haven't needed that new suit as I really haven't gotten wet.&#13;
&#13;
One thing I forgot to take into account last Spring was Little League Baseball.&#13;
Unfortunately, this has been my first encounter with organized sport activities for the&#13;
younger set. I started off with a bang to make up for it, with a player on one team, and a&#13;
husband coaching another team. So, instead of one practice night and two games a week,&#13;
we have two practice nights, not the same night of course, and four games a week, except&#13;
for the very few times when they play each other's teams. And, of course, they only play&#13;
on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, but lest your arithmetic and mine doesn't agree, let&#13;
me add that to compensate for the fact that they only play certain evenings, and have too&#13;
many games, some of these games are held at another park, (about three miles distant),&#13;
and, since Dad is a coach and has to lug equipment around, Mother can walk. I thought&#13;
the exercise would do me good, and since the mothers sponsor a refreshment stand, because they play two games a night, one should really support such a worthwhile cause,&#13;
shouldn't one? Need I say more?!&#13;
&#13;
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say twenty-eight words now, instead of twenty-five. Her new words are "home", only she&#13;
says "no home", shaking her head contrary wise to indicate she doesn't wish to go there,&#13;
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&#13;
open the kitchen door so she can see it better and never wants to miss a single train. Not&#13;
even the 9:55 PM one! She has almost enough hair for two little pigtails, and is&#13;
quite a water-dog , which is the reason I never get a chance to get in the pool myself!&#13;
&#13;
The six year-old is gradually losing his innocence and is getting taller. With only&#13;
three swimming lesson, he'd learned enough to dive for the "pennies" at the local water&#13;
show, and came up with the "lucky silver dollar".  Much to his brother's chagrin, but&#13;
who do you  think was the most proud?!&#13;
&#13;
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club, with the advent of Little League, as it seems to be not vaguely related to the softball&#13;
we played in High School, lo, those many years ago. I'm sure you all know the line, it&#13;
goes, "But Mother," and "You didn't Have TV?"&#13;
&#13;
All the painting I have done so far has consisted of the woodwork in the upstairs&#13;
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decorating talents!)&#13;
&#13;
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last week when I was shopping for school clothes, and so, I got ten yards of denim, and&#13;
three different pieces of dark-tone cottons, which will be so practical for Fall you know&#13;
I will get at them soon, as soon as I have time.&#13;
&#13;
Oh, yes! the cat was a "she" and blessed us with three darling little kittens. &#13;
When I called the next door neighbor over to show her, she noticed how much the black&#13;
and white one resembled her cat, which of course just happened to be a "him". Maybe&#13;
we can give her all the kittens????&#13;
&#13;
Too bad it's been such a dull summer! After our seven hundred each way, trip&#13;
next month, with all the kids, to the fishing paradise of Canada (his words and he's been&#13;
there three times without me). I'm sure that I will have something interesting to discuss&#13;
at our next club meeting. Of course, I realize some people have camping trailers, or even&#13;
station wagons, but our family enjoys (?) roughing it. So, leaving the cat, and her family,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
and dog at home, we will jump into our late, very late - or is it early - model four-door&#13;
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the trunk is full of very necessary tools, for what I don't know, but we should be able to&#13;
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&#13;
Chapter Four &#13;
IN-BETWEEN DAYS&#13;
&#13;
Today is one of those "in-between" days. In-between winter and spring - with patches of snow and overcast skies promising rain, yet with a few spots of blue that may mean sunshine. The crocuses are blooming, the jonquils are in bud, and the grass looks green on the southern slopes and banks. One of those "in-between" days. &#13;
&#13;
Today I feel sort of "in-between" too. In-between the days when my children were young - toddlers - first graders and non-teenagers, yet still not grown, and the days to come when they will be young men and woman,with the problems of adult-hood still before them. Decisions of life work, life partners, life still ahead of them. &#13;
&#13;
I'm forced to realize that by the insuing statistics, my life is half finished, so as the optimist puts it, half begun! I think I feel more half finished than half begun though. &#13;
&#13;
A few weeks ago, I lost my father. Why is it supposed to be kinder to say he's lost than he's dead? I know to say he's dead has a terrible finality about it, but not as final sounding to me as the words, "She's lost her father". I would think, as Christians, we could not say we've "lost" someone. If we believe in the resurrection, we believe we will meet again, that someday we will all be together. Unless the God above is one of revengefulness - casting souls into the fiery depths for infractions of rules, saving only those passive, good souls who, like sheep, obey without  questioning, who bleat out, "It's not my job! Not my responsibility, my task, my fault! It's your job , your responsibility, etc., etc., etc.".&#13;
&#13;
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husband?  Which were my children? I refuse to accept the theory (how strange it looks&#13;
written - like a willful child stamping her foot, refusing) that families will be separated &#13;
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&#13;
If God is a Heavenly Father concerned over the children he has populated the&#13;
world with how can he bear to be separated with one of these souls?  How could he say, &#13;
"Get thee away I never knew thee!" ? How could he bear the pain of it?&#13;
&#13;
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feel this way. That sounds like a bold, harsh statement; but I believe I mean it. There&#13;
are things they might do that I'm sure would break my heart, but I could not imagine&#13;
casting them out - throwing their lives away as if they had never lived. And, what about&#13;
the worth of man over a swallow or the lilies of the field?&#13;
&#13;
I wish I knew God better. I feel I do know him. Does that sound egotistical?&#13;
You see,  I believe lots of things really. It does sound a little mad - especially in the day&#13;
and age of space flights, submarines, heart transplant, TV, and all the other scientific&#13;
research. It almost sound unfathomable that people could still believe in Jesus of&#13;
Nazareth, a carpenter's son who walked the dusty path of Israel two-thousand years ago!&#13;
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context. Maybe we neglect to be like one of ESOP's Fables, of one of the Grimm&#13;
Brothers' fairy tales. maybe we should update the story.&#13;
&#13;
I find it hard to picture modern day performers in Jesus' parables. Maybe I'm&#13;
speaking heretical, I don't know. Surely questions of the soul are no more sacred, or&#13;
forbidden than considering heart transplants, kidney machines, brain surgery, plastic&#13;
surgery, or whatever.&#13;
&#13;
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of family fortunes behind them, could better play the part of the rich, young leader who&#13;
wanted to be a disciple of Jesus, but could not pay the price of giving up his wealth and &#13;
following him.&#13;
&#13;
Which of our fine white brothers would be anxious to have a Good Samaritan&#13;
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&#13;
care?  Or, reverse the procedure if the reader would be one of the Negro, Mexican, Puerto&#13;
Rican clan.&#13;
&#13;
Maybe this is why the Gospel seems to be losing in its impact on the people of&#13;
today. The other characters of Jesus' time, his best friend - dead in the tomb - Jesus&#13;
calling him forth, the woman who had touched his robes and became well, the lame, the&#13;
blind, all these we have with us today. How do we minister to them?&#13;
&#13;
The "Great Society" has undertaken a project of anti-poverty. Perhaps they&#13;
should remember Jesus' admonition, "The poor you have with you always". Perhaps he&#13;
was talking only of those particular "poor folk", but certainly we have always had the&#13;
poor, the shirtless, the uneducated, the unprincipled, the welfare cases. I'm reminded of&#13;
a quote from years ago, when head lice in small communities was rather a prominent&#13;
thing - "It's no disgrace to have head lice, only in keeping them!";  there should be a &#13;
lesson in this for welfare recipients.&#13;
&#13;
As I said, it's one of those "in-between" days; weather wise, spiritually,&#13;
physically. I'm either half finished with life, or half begun.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Chapter Five&#13;
&#13;
A LETTER TO MR. BISHOP&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Note: the letter was found among the journals contained in this book. It is not known&#13;
whether this handwritten copy is a rough draft, or the original. I have included it in this&#13;
book because it contains information as to the background of family members, and&#13;
feelings that I feel are important to understand just who Loraine Crowl was.&#13;
&#13;
Dear Mr. Bishop,&#13;
&#13;
Along with thousands of people, I caught my breath when I read the account you&#13;
had written about your father's death. I've followed your articles each day&#13;
they've appeared.&#13;
&#13;
The characters in your little story are so true-to-life. One can almost see them.&#13;
And, you've made tears come to my eyes more than once.&#13;
&#13;
Today, when you spoke of the condolences you've received, the same words used&#13;
over and over again, the cards from friends, and the fact that no tear had come&#13;
for you this time, brought back very clearly my father's death, less than a year&#13;
ago.&#13;
&#13;
My dad was the constant story-teller. He had a droll sense of humor at times, but&#13;
told some back-slapping stories, of his many escapes as a child. He grew up in&#13;
a small town, and surrounding countryside in Ohio. The pictures in the old photo&#13;
album show him beside his brother's touring car, surrounded by kids. He taught&#13;
school in a little, one-room, school house, as did my mother, often walking miles&#13;
to, and from school.&#13;
&#13;
Later, he went to work at a bank, and then a factory during the Second World&#13;
War. We lived on a farm, we never went hungry. We always had something to&#13;
eat. My mother baked her own bread; we had a garden. We were kids. While I&#13;
was in High School, we moved to town. Population probably one-hundred fifty to&#13;
two-hundred. We had electricity and gas heat. We got rid of the ice box with the&#13;
dripping pan, and got a refrigerator. In time, we got an electric iron and didn't&#13;
have to heat the irons on the kerosene stove. We never did get a metal ironing&#13;
board. My mother still has the wooden board somewhere.&#13;
&#13;
Anyway, somehow, the year passed, I got married, my brothers and sisters did.&#13;
the grandchildren came; we've contributed four to the grandparent's brag-&#13;
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Retirement came a few years ago to my dad. Retirement for some must be&#13;
wonderful - for him it was pure anguish! By this time, my sister was living with&#13;
them: with her Cerebral Palsied child. My brother, and his two small children&#13;
were there too. My mother, who was in her sixty's was forced back in the role of&#13;
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helped, but they had no money for trips, and my mother's sense of duty wouldn't&#13;
permit her to go, even on trips with us.&#13;
&#13;
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they'd stay, but Social Security checks, in the next couple of months, would&#13;
have allowed them enough for tickets home.&#13;
&#13;
The day arrived when they were to leave. I drove them to the airport, one snowy&#13;
day in March. My dad had a cold - a pretty bad one - and he was subject to&#13;
pneumonia. He walked to the gate for the departing plane. He was short of &#13;
breath when he got there. He carried his new hat with the feather on the side, so&#13;
it wouldn't get wet. He said they might stay until June; wasn't much sense in&#13;
coming back to more of this stuff! We all smiled. My mother gets homesick if&#13;
she's away overnight. We knew she wouldn't stay until June.&#13;
&#13;
W watched the plane taxi around to take off, and then we left the airport. We&#13;
felt it was unlucky to watch it out of sight. A plane took off just as we were &#13;
leaving the parking lot. It flew over us, and we wondered if it was theirs. That&#13;
was on Monday.&#13;
&#13;
On Tuesday, we had the biggest snow of the year. Schools close  in this part of the&#13;
country when it snows like this. In consolidated school districts, the rural&#13;
children are bussed in, and rural roads get pretty bad, with six to eight inches of&#13;
snow. We all agreed it was good the folks were in Florida, where it was warmer.&#13;
&#13;
On Wednesday, the call came. Daddy had been sick when they got to Florida.&#13;
They were to take him to the doctor on Tuesday. They had done that. He took&#13;
tests, and wanted him to come to the hospital on Wednesday for more tests. On&#13;
Tuesday night, he became quite ill. They took him to the hospital on Tuesday &#13;
night. He had a light case of pneumonia. The phone call Wednesday was&#13;
supposed to be reassuring. We knew he had pneumonia before. He'd had&#13;
bronchial infections, etc.; he always got over them. He was our dad nothing&#13;
would happen.&#13;
&#13;
The next phone call said they had found a severe anemia. There was something&#13;
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&#13;
Then the phone calls became more frequent. My mother called, my brother&#13;
called. In between we three girls took turns calling. An operation would be&#13;
needed; he was seventy, but it was needed.&#13;
&#13;
The operation was over before they called again. they found an abscessed&#13;
appendix. We couldn't believe that; yes it was an abscessed appendix! It had&#13;
walled itself off somehow, and, occasionally, leaked its poison into his system.&#13;
His blood had little oxygen in it. No wonder he had been so pale! Oh yes, they&#13;
had found a couple of small tumors, up near the stomach. They were small, but&#13;
malignant. The surgeon thought he got it all, Dad was doing fine. Then he had a&#13;
coughing spell. The stitches tore loose, he had to go back to surgery. He was in&#13;
intensive care. There was no change. No reason for us to go down there:&#13;
nothing we could do, except call.&#13;
&#13;
Easter Sunday came - another operation. He'll be all right. We sent down&#13;
summer things for my mother. She lived at the hospital. She packed her&#13;
sandwich in the morning. My brother dropped her off on the way to work. He&#13;
picked her up in the evening. She sat in the halls if they wouldn't let her in&#13;
Dad's room. She visited other patients on the floor who were sick. She didn't&#13;
need to know them. Anybody sick brought out the "mother " in my mother.&#13;
&#13;
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care. He could do that here. If he stayed there, he probably wouldn't be strong&#13;
enough to come back for several months. They would charter a plane. We were&#13;
to meet them at the airport, with an ambulance, and make arrangements to have&#13;
him admitted to a hospital in Columbus. He would need surgical care again, and&#13;
attention. We wondered how he could fly in such a shape. We met him at the &#13;
airport. My mother looked fine when she got off the plane. It was early, we were&#13;
late! We had also gotten lost. But, she looked fine. Thinner, but our mother. My &#13;
dad was on a stretcher, being transferred from the plane to an ambulance. He&#13;
was old! He was seventy, but looked one-hundred! His face was sunken and&#13;
pale. He fingers were bony. He had left Ohio in March, weighing two-hundred&#13;
to two-hundred ten pounds. He weighed one-hundred and thirty-eight when he&#13;
got home. His eyes were bleary, and darted here and there. His hair was long on&#13;
the sides and curly. He could barely talk above a whisper. Breath seemed like a&#13;
very fragile thing to him. But, he was home in Ohio. He had made it this far.&#13;
&#13;
We smiled and kissed him, and told him he hadn't really had to wait until June,&#13;
and clucked over him. We followed the ambulance to the hospital with misty&#13;
eyes, but we couldn't cry; not yet.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
The next day, he was transferred to another hospital. The rotten abscess kept&#13;
draining. It was ugly stuff, and you wondered how anyone could live with that&#13;
stuff in them. Another operation was scheduled. We all went down. Now it was&#13;
our turn to take Mother back and forth to the hospital. She was still packing &#13;
sandwiches!&#13;
&#13;
The operation did the trick for the time being. He was finally on the road to &#13;
recovery.&#13;
&#13;
We had bought a house. We had lived in the house my mother had grown-up in&#13;
but we found another house; a very reasonably priced one, larger than my&#13;
mother's old house. In the midst of all else, we were painting, papering, etc, etc,&#13;
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would my mother tell him of our plans.  He didn't know how he'd be able to go&#13;
back to the house with the three children, my sister, and my brother. He needed&#13;
to be alone. They needed to be alone; they had not been for nearly forty-seven&#13;
years!&#13;
&#13;
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home Saturday. He'd almost been in the hospital the ninety days Medicare&#13;
allowed. It would be very close. This was Tuesday; Thursday we  moved - four&#13;
kids, a dog, a house-full of furniture and junk -just moved! The rooms weren't&#13;
papered, some of the plumbing was in need of repair; we moved anyway!&#13;
Friday, we moved my mother's things. Only part of them; they were going to&#13;
camp out, so to speak. She would need all her time to nurse my dad, and didn't&#13;
want very much. A sofa, chair, or two, a couple end tables, lamps, a rocking&#13;
chair of my grandfather's was in the attic. We brought it down and polished it &#13;
up. We brought my dad home on Saturday. It was June by this time, and he was&#13;
home. To a house where birthdays, and Christmas', and picnics had been&#13;
celebrated by our family for sixty-three year.&#13;
&#13;
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the car. It didn't seem to bother him. In August, we took him thirty-five miles to&#13;
see his brother, who was celebrating their 50th anniversary. He sat in the car,&#13;
and nieces, and nephew, from New York, Illinois, Pennsylvania, and California&#13;
came to the car to see him. It was a milestone!&#13;
&#13;
The roses that bloomed by the bedroom window, bloomed again. Fall came. He&#13;
was able to drive. He was still stiff, and bent over somewhat. He had gained &#13;
thirty pounds,  and he was getting a "spring" in his step. He was able to eat what&#13;
he wanted. He bought a new suit, and a topcoat. Maybe he could finish that visit&#13;
in Florida next Spring.&#13;
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&#13;
Christmas came and we all trooped up for a very thankful Christmas in the old&#13;
house.  The grandchildren were there. Family get-togethers are like that; movies&#13;
were taken. the traditional poinsettias were bright in the corner.&#13;
&#13;
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it was probably hemorrhoids. They didn't seem concerned. One night, in&#13;
January, it became severe. They thought it best to go to the hospital. He was&#13;
scheduled to go the later part of January anyway. Just to be safe, he'd go early.&#13;
I rode in the ambulance with them. He joked on the way with the driver. I sat in&#13;
the emergency room, and found out how slow waiting can really be. Hours&#13;
passed. Finally, the nurse said he would be admitted that evening. We could go&#13;
up and say goodnight.&#13;
&#13;
Examinations, and tests, showed a tumor, or growth, inside the rectum. A&#13;
colostomy would be performed. He hated the idea. We tried to cheer him up by&#13;
telling him of people we'd heard about. Surgery was scheduled for the next week.&#13;
The next week tests showed his heart wasn't strong enough. They'd wait a&#13;
couple of weeks. We took books, and candy, and flowers. My mother packed her&#13;
sandwiches, and stayed all day again. The twenty-first of February, surgery took&#13;
place. For over five hours we waited. The nurse told us, finally, the surgeon&#13;
would come up soon. When he came, he told us that the surgery had gone as&#13;
expected. The growth had been malignant; it had also spread. Growths were&#13;
present near, and on the aorta. Nothing could be done for that. My sister asked &#13;
about radium. He said they'd have to wait and see. His wasn't strong&#13;
enough of course, and the location would suggest only a few months- six or so.&#13;
&#13;
For the next two weeks, we visited him every day. He was conscience. He finally&#13;
could eat a spoonful of Jell-O. One day, we went down and he had been moved&#13;
to another room. A smaller one, with a very sick man in the other bed. it didn't&#13;
bother my Dad - nothing much seemed to bother him. A few days later, I took my&#13;
mother down. A couple of friends of mine road along. We would go shopping.&#13;
They had brought my Dad's lunch while I was there. A dinner of steak, mashed&#13;
potatoes,  Jell-O, ice cream. He was so weak, he couldn't have lifted six&#13;
spoonfuls. They left the lunch. He had eaten a couple of bites; my mother fed&#13;
him the soupy ice cream. I talked with him a few minutes, kissed him on the&#13;
forehead, and said I would see him in the morning. I left. We talked in the car,&#13;
my friends and I, of the idea of feeding a sick man a dinner like that. Of how&#13;
hospitals keep patients alive, of the agony we knew he'd go through while he was&#13;
adjusting to life following a colostomy, of how little time he'd have before he'd&#13;
start downhill again; of many things. It's the most wonderful thing in he world&#13;
to have understanding friends! That evening, I told the children that Grandpa&#13;
had steak and ice cream for dinner. That he'd sent them a kiss, and said he loved&#13;
them. That evening I told my husband I didn't see how he could live much longer,&#13;
and how I wished he didn't have to suffer so; That night, I cried.&#13;
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&#13;
The next morning, early, the phone rang. the head nurse, on the same floor, but&#13;
different service, said my Dad had taken a turn for the worse, to come down as&#13;
soon as possible. I called my mother, I called my sisters and my brother. My&#13;
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made a bit of difference, my Dad had already died when the nurse called. The&#13;
surgeon met us in the hall. He took us to a consultation room and told us. He got&#13;
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was I. My brother didn't say a word. My mother asked if she could see him. The&#13;
surgeon suggested not - she insisted! My younger sister went with her, I stayed&#13;
in the hall a few minutes, and then went in. He had a look of absolute peace on&#13;
his face, with maybe a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. He'd had a&#13;
heart seizure, or attack. He'd  known nothing of it. He was spared that final&#13;
suffering. In the hall, his clothes were waiting in a shopping bag. The roses, and&#13;
flowers, were on the cart too. We each picked something up and started to the&#13;
elevator: each of us  thinking our own thoughts. In the main floor lobby. I saw a&#13;
friend, Margaret, the nurse. We cried together a few minutes. I tried to comfort&#13;
her. I tried to comfort me.&#13;
&#13;
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home. I stopped at the Post Office, where my husband worked, and told him it&#13;
was over. We went on to Mother's and called relatives, and just sat there.&#13;
&#13;
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was finished, of all the emotions. I think there was one that most described it.&#13;
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how we were, I cried and she knew.&#13;
&#13;
The cousins came again from Pennsylvania, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky. My&#13;
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the country. The funeral director went along with my mother's idea of having&#13;
visiting hours at the house, instead of at the funeral home. And, he wore the&#13;
brand new suit he'd so happily bought and never worn. The bedroom, where they&#13;
had slept, was emptied of furniture. The flowers around the casket literally filled&#13;
the room. And my Dad looked at peace.&#13;
&#13;
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completely empty then. My Dad was gone. Still, I didn't cry then. Nor did I cry&#13;
during the service. I can remember my husband gripping my hand at the same&#13;
instant I reached for his. The service was held at the church. It was very brief;&#13;
the church was full. We walked out an got in the cars to drive to the cemetery. I&#13;
was amazed to discover four folding chairs there; one was for me. We sat there&#13;
in the cold, and heard the minister's words. We left very soon.&#13;
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                    <text>Corresponds to page 28 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl&#13;
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&#13;
Beside my father's grave are my grandparents. Next to it, on one side, is a very&#13;
dear friend. There is room for my mother, and two others. A sign of old age, I'm&#13;
told is when you know more people in the cemetery than you do in town.&#13;
&#13;
At home, after the service, the cousins gathered once more for a tearful farewell.&#13;
The coffee pots bubbled. Cousins  wives, with their hats still on, did dishes so&#13;
everyone could have something to eat before they left for their various homes. I&#13;
think at one time, I counted sixty people. There are only three rooms downstairs&#13;
in that house. My Dad would have enjoyed it! He would  have had a joke to tell,&#13;
a curl to twitch, a remark about someone's hat. He would have teased the&#13;
grandchildren, scolded one of the cousins for not wearing boots. He would have&#13;
enjoyed it. Strange as it sounds, I did. I had tears then; no none now.&#13;
&#13;
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see a man about his age, and his build, with a fringe of white hair, I catch myself&#13;
in time, before I go up and make an insane remark.&#13;
&#13;
When the roses bloomed last summer, beside the bedroom window, my mother&#13;
took bouquets to the cemetery. I've only been a few times. My father is not there;&#13;
I'm not sure where he is. I feel his presence at times. I think about him a great&#13;
deal. I think of my mother, too, who's been alone for almost a year now. And I&#13;
think that, by the very nature of things, I'll be in the same position someday. &#13;
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                    <text>Corresponds to page 29 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl&#13;
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Chapter Six&#13;
&#13;
WHO AM I ?&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The sun rose bright and warm this morning. The sky is that winter blue, the&#13;
evergreen stands still and tall, no breeze is about. The snow crunches under foot. It&#13;
looks cold and quiet and serene. It is cold! Our thermometer says Zero degrees, and, for&#13;
the first day of March, in our area of the country, it is cold! Especially with six, or seven,&#13;
inches of snow on the ground. It's plowed high on the side of the street, so it's hard for &#13;
my little daughter to get around, to be able to cross the street.&#13;
&#13;
Last night seems far away. The shadows, and phantoms, I hope were vanished&#13;
with the sun, but I'm not sure. Maybe, If I put them down in morning light, their&#13;
mysterious power over me will be gone.&#13;
&#13;
I have reached a certain, happy relationship with my pencil and pad of paper.&#13;
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really mean to say, is that I can't compose my thoughts and concentrate on the&#13;
typewriter, keep at the same pace. So, I write in longhand, trusting that sometime, I"ll be &#13;
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&#13;
My biggest  problem is, I guess that I keep everything to myself. I always have.&#13;
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but I couldn't. I never have been able to. This is the reason I write. I picture a time,&#13;
after my death, when he's going through papers, and old reports, and things of that kind,&#13;
and he'll come across the folder of my "manuscripts". He'll pull them out slowly. I&#13;
think he'll read them. I'm not sure, but either way, my purpose will have been&#13;
accomplished. He'll know, at last the silly secrets, and fears. And, if he scorns them,&#13;
then why it really won't matter, because I will be past the point of being able to be&#13;
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&#13;
I've been ridiculed, and laughed at, too long, and it still hurts too badly to expose&#13;
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everyone I love," naming all the relatives, and friends, and then everyone else in the&#13;
world, "and make me a good child!" But, I've always had the feeling that I've deprived&#13;
them of something, in a way. Maybe I've only kept the fears from them, and, if so, I'm&#13;
glad. The fears! Lord, how I've hated those fears.&#13;
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&#13;
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bothers some of my friends, who are always asking, "Did you know that salesperson?", or&#13;
woman or whatever. And then, that puzzled look comes over their faces. It's the same&#13;
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I do love to talk with people. Any people, anywhere. I'm reminded of the by-line&#13;
of one early TV program; "There are a million people in the Naked City, there are a&#13;
million stories. This has been one of them''. I think that, when I drive down streets, and&#13;
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&#13;
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whom, but I feel sometimes as if these layers and layers of reaction, responses,&#13;
impulses, stimuli, must come out. Or does everyone  carry around the muddle of their&#13;
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misinterpreted, would be as bad as saying things and having them misunderstood, or&#13;
ridiculed. Other people seem to have such well-run lines, neat, orderly. Are their minds&#13;
the same? I don't really think so. As I know some of those neat, orderly people. Houses&#13;
always spic and span, children always clean, the blasted ironing always done, and not a&#13;
dirty dish in the house. i can't believe their minds are this tidy. Maybe they have better&#13;
control over theirs than I do.&#13;
&#13;
I've thought of writing this as a story. Changing names, especially mine, and&#13;
trying to palm it off as an imaginary story. My imagination isn't this powerful, but&#13;
maybe someone else would think so. I don't really know what I'll do with it. but, here&#13;
goes - most stories start off with either a very happy, or very unhappy, childhood.&#13;
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remember almost to when I was two, and I can't remember a childhood as such. It&#13;
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few. What happens to the days? I guess I've wished them away -always waiting for&#13;
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&#13;
I could put on a stoic face, and keep the tears of agony to the time when I'm&#13;
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&#13;
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sensation they say a dying man has of seeing things, and scenes pass before my eyes. I&#13;
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husband doesn't. Things are so simple for him. things are black and white - there's no&#13;
middle gray anywhere. He has come to accept some of "gray" in his own life. He's&#13;
learned to accept the fact of "breakdowns" in his own family, and in mine, but not in&#13;
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disconcerting really. He hates to go to funerals. It's all over in his estimation. There's&#13;
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&#13;
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So many things came to mind last night. I can't hardly remember them this&#13;
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strange phrase - Growing Up. It presupposes you are smaller, or shorter, then you grow&#13;
up, straight and tall. We have a lot of strange phrases in the English language. "Grow&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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mittens being knitted, and the bread rising in the pans to be baked in the kerosene ovens.&#13;
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&#13;
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moved to town, it would be a whole new world. It wasn't. It was still the coal stove in&#13;
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and the kerosene stove in the kitchen. Still, the two-piece pad irons, heated over the&#13;
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&#13;
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suppose people went visiting much. One of those fears I had was traveling. I was in Jr.&#13;
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but I can't remember. Things big have always frightened me. I still don't accept this as a&#13;
manner of course. It's still an excursion, still has an element of fear, uncertainty about it.&#13;
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worried about being lost, or being stolen by Gypsies, or murdered in the doorways by&#13;
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&#13;
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could go too. As I grew older, it meant joys without end. This town had a movie house,&#13;
middle-sized stores, sidewalks that were broad enough, and smooth enough, to skate on.&#13;
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carton - full! Ate potato chips and pretzels. Played Ping-Pong. Blissful summer&#13;
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the country. Back to the family I hardly knew. I had lived with them during school terms&#13;
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church. We walked , unless it was terribly inclement. then, my grandfather got out the &#13;
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because he was always late, and she waited on him, or thought she'd be late so he&#13;
waited on her. I never knew. I guess it doesn't make any difference now.&#13;
&#13;
I waited all the time I lived in the country, with a sort of detached aloofness. I&#13;
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ever really does. I think. We spent days together, me waiting for the school bus. She&#13;
doing things around the house. It was winter, so we were living in only part of the house.&#13;
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was anybody's best friend. No one else was as interested in books as I was.  I didn't&#13;
really have to study harder. I had parts in school plays. Went to basketball games. Was&#13;
never elected cheerleader, they always picked someone more petite, and graceful. Had a&#13;
few honors in school. Worked part-time. We'd moved to town by this time; not the&#13;
town where my grandmother lived, but close to it. I could go back and forth on the&#13;
Greyhound Bus. I hated those trips. I was always afraid I'd miss the bus. When it finally&#13;
came around the curve, I'd run to the stop. Then, i was always afraid the driver wouldn't&#13;
stop at the right station. Once one took me ten miles past my destination. I cried and&#13;
cried, called my mother, who sent a neighbor after me, and caught up with me on my&#13;
way, walking back home. It was as hard to accept  a favor then as it is now. I'm always&#13;
afraid it will be an imposition.&#13;
&#13;
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have guidance teachers then. My heart was set on dress design. Some silly, romantic&#13;
kid's idea. I could have gone on to any college of Liberal Arts, and should have. I had&#13;
met my future husband by this time. We enjoyed a friendly, friendship. I suppose, in all&#13;
honesty, I wanted a friend - he wanted a sweetheart. I had fallen madly in, and,&#13;
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&#13;
disillusioned, out of love just before meeting him. I would have followed this first love&#13;
to the end of the earth. Only he didn't ask. He was embarrassed at my overtones of&#13;
affection. He tolerated my playing all these romantic love songs of the day on the piano.&#13;
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both places, close to my husband's work. He came home for lunch, and we played at&#13;
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&#13;
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of twenty years ago are actually centuries ago. Our four children have had their share of&#13;
measles, mumps, chicken pox; not Rheumatic Fever. And, I suppose as a mother, I&#13;
didn't sit down and talk with them either.&#13;
&#13;
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out of our house in the country. Came back and lived with her. We had just the three&#13;
children then. Our little girl came after. Grandma was still cleaning her own room, and&#13;
doing my dishes , when she died. We still live in Grandma's house.It's never been mine.&#13;
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&#13;
or ours, probably, never will. I trim her rose bushes in the spring, transplant her&#13;
tulips, and jonquils, every three or four years. We did plant some trees that are ours. But&#13;
the house hasn't changed that much.&#13;
&#13;
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anyone else. I haven't gotten the nerve to tell anyone to "Go to Hell". or "Jump in the&#13;
lake", and likely never will. If I open my mouth to contradict anyone at a meeting , or to&#13;
voice an opinion, I blush, and my heart pounds. We go to church every Sunday, don't&#13;
miss a one. Only my husband goes too - we usually are the last ones out the door though,&#13;
come to think of it. Same church, same door.&#13;
&#13;
The words of my grandfather come back. "Remember who you are!" Who am I?&#13;
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Chapter Seven&#13;
&#13;
WHERE IS HOME?&#13;
&#13;
I knew then that I would never forget. All my life, I'd waited to hear them . Every&#13;
Fall, my brother would talk of them. Only after the war came, and my oldest brother left&#13;
for the army - only then did they not mention them. I'm talking of the geese of course,&#13;
the wild geese flying down from the North - flying south in the Fall. Flying to the&#13;
warmth, and the sunshine, of the South. Leaving their home in Canada, flying the miles&#13;
over our part of Ohio - going to only they know where, and once I heard them.&#13;
&#13;
I used to dream of it when I was a little girl; dream of the north reaches of our&#13;
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see the towering pines, and the crystal blue lakes, to feel the spray of sun against my face,&#13;
to see only trees, lake and sky, in one broad sweep, with no one else in this panorama.&#13;
&#13;
I saw it once, one early summer morning, many years later, standing on the edge&#13;
of the dock. I felt an aloneness that spoke of the grandeur of nature. The sun had just&#13;
risen, across the lake, the water was so calm, that, after I had taken a picture of this, there&#13;
was a perfect reflection in the water, so that I still wonder which is real and which is the&#13;
reflection. I think I know. I think the picture is real the way it was printed, but I always&#13;
wonder if perhaps the printers may not have made a mistake. It is so perfect that it is&#13;
really hard to tell. I'd never seen a lake so still before, and I've seen one so still&#13;
since. The was picking up a rock, here and there, at my feet as its rays were diffused&#13;
through branches of the pines behind me. I felt suspended in space. It was so still. Not a&#13;
fish rippled the calmness of the lake, and I do not think that ever a bird's song broke the&#13;
stillness of the morning. You can drink beauty; absorb it  through the very pores of your&#13;
being; wrap yourself in beauty. I did that morning in the land where the wild geese fly&#13;
home in the Fall.&#13;
&#13;
Then, things changed. We returned to Ohio from our vacation. the Canadians&#13;
call them "holidays".  I like their word better! You cannot vacate your mind - only your&#13;
place in busy whirl of complex world. For two weeks, or only a week, or even a&#13;
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&#13;
few days, the world that depends upon your presence must  do without you. You are&#13;
vacating that spot. But, the idea of a holiday presupposes you with hope of festivity,&#13;
rollicking good times, a spirit of living free as the birds - rise with the sun, eat when you&#13;
wish, sleep when you like. So a holiday is far more enjoyable than a vacation. Coming&#13;
back to our mundane working world. I brought the peacefulness of that early morning&#13;
stillness with me, wrapped around me like a blanket - protecting me from the coldness of&#13;
the world. The beauty of that morning was captured forever on the film in my camera,&#13;
but also imprinted in my mind.&#13;
&#13;
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after the geese of course. I've never heard them fly North. I wonder, do they sound&#13;
different flying North? Are they going home, home to the blue, blue lakes, the giant &#13;
pines, the serenity of the North Woods? Or, is it like my picture? The reality is in the&#13;
turning Southland. Which way is home, my heart do you know? Or, will you know&#13;
someday? When you've heard the geese once more?&#13;
&#13;
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which is the reality?  Is not the tranquility of the Northland lake reflected in my Ohio&#13;
home life? Just as my reflection is seen in the bountiful lakes of the North. Who can tell&#13;
me which is which? I think I know, but then again, maybe someone has turned the&#13;
negative of my life upside down so I do not know.&#13;
&#13;
The children grow. They grow fast. Time cannot stand still and the season have&#13;
changed many times. I did not know the geese fly North the first time I heard them!&#13;
&#13;
When I heard them, I was standing with my father. He had been so very, very ill.&#13;
He had been in the land where the geese must fly, in the sunshine of the South. He flew&#13;
down, much faster than geese of course! From our spot in Ohio it is a four-hour trip.&#13;
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&#13;
When he came back, he came by plane. The short weeks of this trip had taken a&#13;
toll of years of his life. He was an old man. a man who had lived with pain; had battled&#13;
death, had survived. He needed time for his body to mend from several operations, from&#13;
a foe that had staked a claim on his life. A foe that would be relentless; a foe which is&#13;
Cancer unsuccessful. The ally's name is Heart Disease and Heart Disease cheated&#13;
Cancer for my father's life. I think wistfully if one of them should be the victor for his&#13;
life, I'm glad it was a heart attack. But, of course, when we heard the geese, my father&#13;
and I, we did not know of the coming battle.&#13;
&#13;
It was a night that must be very common in this small town of Ohio, in the middle&#13;
of Fall. Someone in the next house was burning leaves. The smoke you could smell;&#13;
nothing could smell like leaves burning in the Fall! Except of course, leaves burning.&#13;
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lights, our street lights, with automobile headlights. The silence cannot be felt with the&#13;
slamming of car doors and house doors; up and down the street someone's dog is&#13;
barking, some child gives a yell! How to define the yell? Who really knows?&#13;
&#13;
We heard the geese winging their way through the darkness, their leader directing&#13;
their flight in his own manner. Flying South to the warmth, and the sunshine.&#13;
&#13;
I had not heard them before. My father did not hear them again. In the spring,&#13;
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began their nightly sounds - in the spring, my father lost his battle with his foe named&#13;
Cancer, even though the true victor was a heart attack. &#13;
&#13;
The geese flew North again that spring, I'm sure. And many seasons have&#13;
changed since.&#13;
&#13;
Who knows the true home of the wild geese, my heart, do you? And knows&#13;
the true home of the soul? I felt my father's presence - not at the cemetery, not in the&#13;
spot where his monument sits, engraved with the only accounts of any of our lives that&#13;
tells the story of our lives.&#13;
&#13;
Born : January 11, 1896              Died: March 7, 1968&#13;
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&#13;
But, which is the true picture of my heart? Which is the reflection? And, is it like my&#13;
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reality is the reflection? Who knows? I only know my father is not there; not in the&#13;
narrow grave! I do not know where he is! I do not know my heart's destination .&#13;
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miles away. Is the wild goose going home to the North, or going home to the South? Oh,&#13;
I know the scientists know. The bird's home would be the place of his birth, and&#13;
instinctively they return there. Do they take their little holiday then in the North, or the&#13;
South?&#13;
&#13;
Are our lives our "holidays"? do we go "home" when we die, or do we go on a&#13;
great adventure? Instinctively we look forward to a homecoming in the future, a&#13;
gathering of the "class" so to speak. We want to feel that those who have gone ahead of&#13;
us are waiting for us. Much as the leader of the wild geese calls to his followers to&#13;
follow.&#13;
&#13;
I have not heard the geese since that night. But, today I saw them! Flying South&#13;
in a sky that forecasts the winter ahead. Gray, November days, with the ground covered&#13;
with leaves. Soon, we will have snow, and if it is deep enough, you cannot see the graves&#13;
of all who have gone before, only the markers standing.&#13;
&#13;
Today, I saw the geese for the first time. I couldn't hear them, but they were&#13;
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&#13;
Maybe in the spring. I will either hear, or see, them flying North. Only they can&#13;
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 Chapter Eight &#13;
&#13;
MY ROOM &#13;
&#13;
I like my room. It's gold, and brown, and rusty orange. It's like the early&#13;
morning sun, streaming through yesterday's rain streaked, winter windows, before spring&#13;
cleaning. It's the braided rug- reminiscent of days gone by when home-braided rugs&#13;
were means of economy. It's the pattern in the old-fashioned oak rocker-bought at an&#13;
auction years ago, that rocked three babies. It's the green plants growing profusely in the&#13;
window. The ones that make living center pieces at the table, or maybe arranged on the&#13;
piano. They really get around, those little plants from the 10 cent store.&#13;
&#13;
I like my piano. It's funny about my piano. For years I've liked to play. We even&#13;
 once had an old piano, given to us by a former minister's wife. This is a new one. A&#13;
Spinet with warm shades of Honey Walnut. That's a new name. You usually hear Honey&#13;
Maple. But, this is soft Honey Walnut streaked  here and there with the grain of Walnut.&#13;
My piano-a gift of love. Many hours I've spent in the few months we've had it. Playing&#13;
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&#13;
I say my room when it's really everyone's. It invites you to just walk in. What &#13;
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&#13;
Chapter Nine&#13;
&#13;
THE KISS&#13;
&#13;
It was the first time she had seen her husband cry! At least, in public. There had&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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Tonight was the Science Fair. Bill had worked long and hard on his project. He&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Time for mortals has a way of flying, even though the days go slowly, and the&#13;
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much to help them with. Both boys were soon to be married.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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few people had known her from the time she was born. She had grown up with a&#13;
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and taught her to read at such a young age that she just couldn't remember learning. It&#13;
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&#13;
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answer. He had asked her to marry him last night. She knew she would say yes, even at&#13;
nineteen people are sure when they are in love, she thought. Gram had told her that her&#13;
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&#13;
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her mother's birthdate. She scuffed through the fallen leaves, and thought. "&#13;
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Chapter Ten&#13;
&#13;
SO IT GOES IN DREAMS&#13;
&#13;
Every girl, while she is growing up had dreams of the family she will have some&#13;
day.  It starts with naming dolls, and probably because the dolls are usually girl dolls, our&#13;
babies-to-be are girls also. At least in my case they were. In my daydreams, there were&#13;
four little daughters. Stairsteps, always immaculately dressed in frilly, white pinafores,&#13;
with black, patent Mary Jane shoes, white gloves, and crisp little bonnets for church;&#13;
velveteen snowsuits in the winter, and little short sets in the summer. You've seen the&#13;
pictures in magazines yourself. You know what I mean.&#13;
&#13;
I even had these little girl children named, knew their personalities, their clothes&#13;
practically made during these growing-up-days of mine. There would be Sharon - curly&#13;
haired with dancing, brown eyes, pig-tailed Rebecca, with freckles on an up-turned nose;&#13;
Ann and Susan would be composites of the other two, but with their own distinctive&#13;
personality. all would be adorable, beautiful, mannerly little ladies - no resemblance to&#13;
their tom-boyish mother in her younger years. With protruding front teeth, long-legged&#13;
and with the the grace of a knobby-kneed calf instead of the graceful fawn, and with green,&#13;
or rather hazel, eyes - nearsighted too - I would definitely not be expected to have such&#13;
lovely children. So, for the father of these little cherubs, I imagined a husband patterned&#13;
after some of the more famous Greek Gods, and as consolation and tribute to this &#13;
wonderful man, I would produce - after these daughters - a son. For him. the would&#13;
undoubtedly inherit my myopic vision, stumbling feet, and my rather low, alto voice.&#13;
Enough that the girls be beauties. So it goes in dreams.&#13;
&#13;
As I became older, my dreams changed to thoughts of becoming a dress designer&#13;
in a far-distant city, where the streets were paved with gold, and there were penthouses,&#13;
glamorous nightclubs, and my fashions would become the most sought after in the world.&#13;
After tiring of all this worldly fame, and having made my fortune, I would return to this&#13;
little midwest village, and flaunt my hard-won, worldly gains in front of all my girlhood&#13;
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&#13;
would turn just "green with envy" at the sight of my mink-coat, the foreign convertible,&#13;
and of course, the fabulous wardrobe, the reason for my success. So it goes in dreams..&#13;
&#13;
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eyes either, and their temperaments might just become slightly fiery, which would be&#13;
due of course, to their red hair! However, since this love-of-my-life  was quite an athlete,&#13;
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have to be shortened to allow plenty of time, for the planning of six children would of&#13;
course have to be considered.&#13;
&#13;
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trip. For seven wonderful days we toured the East! Over the Skyline Drive in Virginia&#13;
we went to Washington, DC, Atlantic City, and wonder of wonders, New York City!&#13;
Here, I found the widest streets, the tallest buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city.&#13;
From the seventeenth floor of a mid-town hotel, the subways, the automat, Radio City, Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue, riding the subway to &#13;
Long Island to visit a cousin who had made it to the city! All the thrills, all the dreams&#13;
coming true! And if, while riding around the city in a boat, we saw parts of the seamier&#13;
side of any large city, if the apartment shared by my cousin with three other girls wasn't a&#13;
penthouse apartment, and the rooms were smaller than I had imagined - if the stores were&#13;
not any different than Columbus - only larger- certainly none of these reasons were&#13;
enough to justify the sudden tarnishing of the streets of gold! Or was it? Maybe it was, &#13;
because the love-of-my-life was graduating form another school while we were gone, and&#13;
absence does make the heart grow fonder.&#13;
&#13;
Having seen through the tourist eyes, the sights of Washington, from the top of&#13;
the Washington Monument, where the view of the White House also encompassed the&#13;
view of some of the slums; visiting the Senate and the House of Representatives, and&#13;
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&#13;
meeting congressmen in the halls, and watching from the visitor's gallery while these&#13;
elected men, who run our country, as they were actually doing this, somehow, in&#13;
memory's eye, they appear as somewhat weary businessmen who sometimes disagreed&#13;
with each other, and the selfless dedication,  one might suppose, to the service of this&#13;
nation, was overshadowed by a great number of empty seats, and the affairs of state are&#13;
sometimes quite repetitious and boring. Somehow, the majesty and excitement were &#13;
missing, and so went  a dream!&#13;
&#13;
And while we saw the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and even a&#13;
television studio; ate at a hotel dining room, and left the city that never sleeps at 4:00&#13;
am, had  hamburgers for breakfast, somehow the streets didn't glitter nearly so bright at&#13;
4:00  am! "The sunrise over the East River", (or whichever river is mentioned in the&#13;
novels of yesteryear) couldn't be seen for the buildings, and to a simple, small-town girl,&#13;
the lure of seeking my fortune in this city had lost quite a bit of its magnetism. Even the&#13;
river itself smelled mightily of fish - dead, as well as otherwise - and the seagulls flying&#13;
overhead were beautiful, until one considered they were gliding so gracefully to pluck a &#13;
piece of garbage floating on the surface. "Litterbugs" were active in those days too.&#13;
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gone.&#13;
&#13;
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afternoon, in a gown of bridal satin, that I made myself, complete with train and a&#13;
"something borrowed" veil, with flower girls and bridesmaids, and a white Bible - before &#13;
a church, packed with friends and relatives, favorite uncles and aunts, little cousins -we&#13;
repeated the vows that made us man and wife. And, for our honeymoon trip, as in all&#13;
dreams,  we went to Niagara Falls!&#13;
&#13;
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china cupboard - gifts of well-wishing friends and relations. That was the year of the &#13;
famous "Snow-bowl" game between Ohio State and Michigan, and since the honeymoon&#13;
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&#13;
fun! As well as  piling comforters on the bed and snuggling down while outside the wind&#13;
roared and the snow swirled.&#13;
&#13;
Spring came, and with it apple-blossoms in the old orchard, strawberries in the&#13;
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first dream child arrived!&#13;
&#13;
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a little fellow, with an old, wizened-up face, and perfect toes and fingers, and a very loud&#13;
voice. We named him Gerald William. To my husband, who the oldest child in his&#13;
family, with three younger sisters,  a  dream came true!&#13;
&#13;
Two years later, on a hot, summer afternoon, during State Fair week, when traffic&#13;
is at an all time high, Thomas David arrived to keep his brother company, and Rebecca&#13;
left to join Sharon in Dreamland. Back from the hospital we went, to the farmhouse on&#13;
the hill, and if I felt the arm of justice was a little heavy in the other direction, I had only&#13;
to look at the two boys and realize how fortunate I was. So, time passed, and there really &#13;
was so little time then to dream.&#13;
&#13;
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dresses, and the frilly sweaters, and tied them with the ribbon of my dreams, and gave&#13;
them away.&#13;
&#13;
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three very handsome sons. Jerry, the oldest, does have brown hair and eyes, and when he&#13;
was a baby, it was even curly, and with a dimple in his cheek, and a twinkle in his eye, all&#13;
five foot, six inches of him is solid muscle. Since he is only thirteen, I'm sure he will&#13;
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&#13;
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been the one with the dancing feet, but with his "bandy-rooster" spunk, I feel his dancing&#13;
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&#13;
his nose, he stands straight in his choir robe, and looks like all the little cherubic pictures&#13;
of choir boys the world over.&#13;
&#13;
Douglas recently became a cub scout, which has been his burning ambition since&#13;
the days of the den meetings when Jerry was a cub and I was a den mother. With a shock&#13;
of blonde hair, and more freckles than skin, almost, stocky built, and with a grin that&#13;
really does reach from ear to ear, he is at times, the far more serious-minded of them all.&#13;
&#13;
And now, when four men are dressed for church on Sunday morning, with their&#13;
polished shoes gleaming, the bow ties in place, and the cuff links all found, and the&#13;
crease in each trouser leg so straight, my heart contracts as I realize how fast they've&#13;
grown - this family of mine, how long ago the old farmhouse in the country, the time&#13;
when they were small, and how much farther away even the time when I dreamed&#13;
dreams.&#13;
&#13;
And as I pull on my gloves, and straighten the latest "silly" hat, I glance down at&#13;
Karen Susan, our soon to be five year-old. Our "little surprise" from a Heavenly Father&#13;
who knew all the time the dreams of a foolish child who had to learn things like patience.&#13;
&#13;
Susan, in her black patent Mary Jane's, with little white gloves, a tiny purse over&#13;
one arm,  a doll baby usually clutched under an arm she's had the ruffles and the&#13;
pinafores, but the new "shift" fashions some how seem to fit her personality better. And,&#13;
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&#13;
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Susan makes the sun shine brighter.&#13;
&#13;
We now live in an old house, not as big as it once was, in town. And, if once in a&#13;
while the call of the country gets through to the boys, Susan and I maintain we like it in&#13;
town. I'm sure the winter evenings would be far from lonesome anywhere with our&#13;
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&#13;
Maybe someday curly haired Sharon and pig-tailed Rebecca, and little smiling&#13;
Ann, will come to live with us, as did Jerry, Tom, Doug, and Susan. Somehow, I haven't &#13;
thought of my dream children for a long time. For one thing, my heart is too full of the&#13;
real-life children to spend much time thinking of what might have been. Which one of&#13;
my three sons would I not have wanted to have, or could have done without? Not one!&#13;
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them has such a large part of my heart. And, if our "little surprise', our most unexpected&#13;
gift from God, had  not come, I think, in time, I could have tucked all my dream daughters&#13;
away. Tucked them away with a kiss and a sigh, to be sure, but away.&#13;
&#13;
Reality is such an unexpected thing, but when it comes, we thank God for both&#13;
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&#13;
Chapter Eleven&#13;
&#13;
HOLD FAST THESE THINGS&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The very things in life we cherish, are the most fleeting. Who of us has&#13;
not yearned to be an artist, and portray a gorgeous sunset, or sunrise? Who has not&#13;
yearned for the eloquence of a poet to describe a moment of pathos, tenderness, love, or&#13;
hate?&#13;
&#13;
Yet, these moments are the most fleeting of our lives, and very few of us are a&#13;
"Thoreau", a "Shakespeare", "DeVinci!" Most of us are simple folk, leading a&#13;
complicated life, very small ducks in a very large river. How can we hold these &#13;
intangibles - how can we share these unsharable moment of exquisite beauty,&#13;
unquenchable desire, unbearable pain, if we do not first realize that these moments exist?&#13;
When pursuing our every day vocations, we hurry to catch a bus  in the rain, do we miss&#13;
the rainbow in the other direction? With our minds full of "Get that train", "Tote that&#13;
attache case," Lift that toll change", do we ignore the people closest to us? Are we, as&#13;
housewives, fulfilling the creative urge of our children, when we  scrub the floors, walls,&#13;
the window, the clothes? Make the bed and light the light, Daddy will be home at 6:00&#13;
tonight! But, what about the children? Up at 8:00, breakfast, outside to play, clean up&#13;
for lunch, take your nap, outside to play, take your bath, supper and so to bed, sleepy&#13;
head. What a schedule for a pre-schooler - yet school days are not much better. With&#13;
organized baseball, organized football, basketball, cub scout, boy scouts, brownies, girl&#13;
scouts, 4-H, swimming lessons, dancing lessons, and ceramics, choir practice, and youth&#13;
groups, the extra-curricular activities of many a grade school, or high school, student&#13;
leaves no time for such mundane things as daydreaming, exploring attics (who has&#13;
them?). cleaning cellars (who needs them?). Even mowing lawns - a good 50 cent  per&#13;
occupation in my youth has been vanquished by the power mower. Everyone has one of&#13;
those, can't you tell on Saturday mornings?</text>
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&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The frantic hustle, and bustle, of our everyday existence leaves little time for even&#13;
a wish to do something creative! Yet, our whole being cries  out for this. Some mark to&#13;
make upon the world! Some influence felt by others to show - to prove that I exist!&#13;
Perhaps it will never be a beautiful painting as the Mona Lisa, perhaps it will never be a&#13;
Hoffman's Head of Chris, the Angeius. Perhaps not the children's Hour, "The Barefoot&#13;
Boy", "The Ancient Mariner". perhaps not "Profiles in Courage".&#13;
&#13;
How then, can we, you and I, make an impression on the sands of time? Hold&#13;
each fleeting moment of beauty. Guard it well, because it will not come again. This&#13;
sunset will be like no other, and no other will ever be like it. Look out of your window&#13;
some cold, winter  morning, when there is a full moon. The shadows on the snow! the&#13;
gray - blue - black of the sky, the stars are so close, and so large, and so bright! Every&#13;
limb on each  tree wears a  powder-puff of snow. The frost has etched designs on the sun-&#13;
porch windows! Walk outside. The snow glimmers, gleams, shines, crunches under&#13;
foot. Your breath makes a halo around your head, like Santa Claus! Of course, to get the&#13;
whole effect of this winter fantasy, you must get up early, very early, and you must not be&#13;
going home, you must  just have gotten up, because, otherwise, you will be tired and you&#13;
will have seen too much, and done too much. But, in the morning, your mind is clean as&#13;
the snow. You haven't yelled at the kids, fought with your husband, kicked at the dog.&#13;
You have a whole , glorious, God-given day ahead of you! Enjoy it. Make it before the&#13;
dogs start to bark, the cars start to idle, the kids start to yell, before the milkman cometh,&#13;
also by yourself.&#13;
&#13;
Or, take a stroll in your own backyard, in the spring of the year. Come walk&#13;
through  ours with me. See the first violet there on the little bank, in front of the peony&#13;
bushes. Their little stems are so short, too short to pick, leave them there, the fairies&#13;
enjoy them too. The apple, and peach, trees have tight little buds, curled up like a&#13;
mouse's ears. Soon, They will bloom, and the leaf out, with little parasols, the tulip and&#13;
jonquil leaves look like little spears all lined up for battle. Look deep into each little&#13;
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too many times.&#13;
&#13;
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barefoot so the grass can tickle those tired feet of yours. With civilization, and a Bath,&#13;
instead of a "path", all those morning walks in the dew became unnecessary - what a&#13;
shame! Pull a radish form the garden; don't worry about Strontium 90, or whatever,&#13;
wipe the dirt on the backside of your jeans, chew like a bunny until you get to the leaves.&#13;
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eat it. Good! Did you bring the one, big luscious strawberry in with you? Rinse if off,&#13;
dip the end in the sugar bowl, hold it by the leaves and eat; eat it, all by yourself, and&#13;
don't let the kids see you, or you'll have the sugar bowl to wash!&#13;
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These are the things that can instantly conjure up a picture in your mind, can&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Chapter Twelve&#13;
&#13;
A Day Ends, Another Begins&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
A day ended and another day begun. So she had taught herself to look at the&#13;
complexity of this substance called "Life". up at 5:00 am, breakfast prepared for one,&#13;
for two, for three, three more times before the four of them would leave;  her first-born&#13;
on a newspaper route, her husband, the other two boys, the little girl who always&#13;
announced her presence at each day's, "Mommy, here me is!", and with her arms&#13;
outstretched, a little actress beginning each day' performance with a smile on her impish&#13;
little face.&#13;
&#13;
A day ended, another day begun - so has time marched across the pages of&#13;
history, not in decades, generations, centuries, but as day's dawning, and the sun's&#13;
setting, time and time again for all the days of creation, and even into eternity. The land&#13;
that was here, will be here; the sea, the stars, and beyond, and we who are mortals , dare&#13;
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tantrum; kicking, hitting out, being hurt ourselves, and so, to solve our hurts, we seek to&#13;
hurt others more. And, even as the child knows that more hitting and hurting really&#13;
won't make him feel better, he thinks that in hurting someone else, it might.&#13;
&#13;
The tears, so sorely needed by children, and parents of our modern civilization,&#13;
are not allowed to flow. No healing process is allowed.&#13;
&#13;
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coming generation. With each day's downing, and sun's setting, we add to our world's&#13;
problems of housing and food, we add misery to misery. May you, the new generation,&#13;
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incurable, to feed the hungry and house the homeless. As our Lord said, "If you have&#13;
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Chapter Thirteen&#13;
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ONE WOMAN WRITES&#13;
&#13;
Today we all had coffee together. Janet, Verna, and I. Sometimes I feel we're&#13;
the "Three Musketeers". We're not always of the same mind. But I do feel we have a&#13;
kinship. Age, children who are contemporaries,  maybe just three women who met.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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answer is one of hope and promise. The use of seedtime and harvest mentioned in the Old&#13;
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of the parents will be visited, even to the sixth and seventh generation. With all the&#13;
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Advantages, and lack of advantages. But, how to solve the problems? We really wished&#13;
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&#13;
Where is the Utopia we could migrate to, to give our children freedom? Where&#13;
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the world, wanting the same thing for their children!&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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Chapter Fourteen&#13;
&#13;
A LIFETIME IN A SPLIT SECOND&#13;
&#13;
A person's lifetime is but a split second in the passing of time. As a single second&#13;
can change a person's life - either for good, or not so good - so can a person's life change&#13;
the course of the world, although, not the destiny of the world.&#13;
&#13;
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influence others to do good, and in so doing we justify our existence here, and prepare a&#13;
way for ourselves in the world to come.&#13;
&#13;
A person has only to look at the beauty, and glory, of nature to realize that a&#13;
power greater than ourselves, made this world. It was no accident. And, when the world&#13;
is destroyed, again it will be no accident. God has had a plan for this old world of ours&#13;
since it was created, just as a the teacher has a plan for a day's activity in school. As we &#13;
grow older, we realize we cannot slow down the passing of time, and it seems to pass&#13;
more and more quickly. At four,  or five, a day is a year, a week is a lifetime, and it's&#13;
forever until Christmas. At ten, or twelve, it goes more quickly, however, High School&#13;
is so far beyond the grasp of so many children, at that age, that a high school student is&#13;
old! A high school student thinks that twenty-five is practically aged. And, a twenty-five&#13;
year-old mother, or father, of a tiny infant realizes that the cycle is starting over, and that&#13;
they must take the responsibility and raise a child to be an adult. The years go so fast, and&#13;
then the children are grown, the grandchildren come, and then the great-great children.&#13;
&#13;
All of this expires in a time so brief in the passing of time, and centuries, that it&#13;
may well be called a "split-second".&#13;
&#13;
Grown-up adults are always faces with a decision. Parents are faced with&#13;
decisions every day. Not just one either. Usually they are many. It's a difficult thing to&#13;
be able to respond quickly enough to insure the right decision. The time for right&#13;
answers comes but is gone. parents must be always on guard to make sure they answer&#13;
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There are people who spend their entire life being busy at nothing. They are so&#13;
busy all the time, they never have a free moment for anything of pleasure, and still, their&#13;
lives may not have left any impression upon the world. There are others who aren't so&#13;
busy that they cannot take a few  minutes, now and then, to revel in the white fluffy&#13;
clouds, in the clear blue sky to  laugh with a child at the antics of a pup, to listen to a &#13;
baby  gurgling and cooing in a basket, and be thankful for all these blessings. The &#13;
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&#13;
People are so much inclined today to look at the material side of life, and to hurry&#13;
with the hustle and bustle, of the work to gain a material bank account. Then, in a split&#13;
second disaster, it is gone.&#13;
&#13;
We, who live in a powerful nation, militarily speaking, and who blind ourselves&#13;
with our armies, and navies, against the thought of aggression with some other powerful&#13;
nation, are helpless against the forces of nature - hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, etc.&#13;
&#13;
Our weather bureau is doing a fine job of predicting the weather so that proper&#13;
precautions can be taken, to guard against the loss of lives, but  the aftermath of a storm&#13;
still  reveals thousands, and sometimes millions, of dollars worth of damage to homes,&#13;
school, factories, and places of other business. We are helpless against the fury of nature.&#13;
&#13;
In another respect, we are helpless against the love of God. a mother can remember times&#13;
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discover a few minutes later she's said "yes" to request to do something altogether&#13;
different than she thought she had heard. A person can hear God speaking to them&#13;
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minister's sermon every Sunday, and still not realize what they are saying yes, or no, to.&#13;
Until, in some instances, it's almost too late!&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
hair, glasses and dentures. It's a guide for everyday living, right now. Today! There&#13;
may not be any tomorrows for me, it's today I'm concerned with.&#13;
&#13;
The day you open your heart to God, and let  him take over your life, is one of the&#13;
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you just know it is. Indecision may have dogged your footsteps for months, perhaps&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
June, 1956</text>
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CHRISTMAS '64&#13;
&#13;
I did the shopping in the store, with bells and bows and carols in the air;&#13;
I did the tree, did the wreath for the door, wrapped the presents, baked the cookies and more - then, why didn't I find Christmas?&#13;
&#13;
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children's songs, taught the lesson, made the gifts, did all we could, lit the candles, went&#13;
caroling, just like we should - then, why didn't we find Christmas?&#13;
&#13;
Up till three, the night before, Old Santa had nothing on me that night;&#13;
Spent hours, and dollars, on wrappings so bright, sewed each little snap with a thread so&#13;
tight - Maybe this will make Christmas?&#13;
&#13;
Up at seven, the day's begun, the wrappings are littered the room a mess;&#13;
the toys are clattering, clamoring, chattering, hanging, shooting, clanging, hammering;&#13;
TV's blaring , no one caring - Who would even hear Christmas?&#13;
&#13;
The day has ended, thank the Good Lord!&#13;
The relatives have all been visited, the gifts bestowed - deplored?&#13;
The three old wise men, of yore, had nothing on us, with gifts of frankincense, myrrh and&#13;
gold - They started gifts of Christmas!&#13;
&#13;
Now it's all over for another year:&#13;
&#13;
Settle back in your easy chair, let the dishes whirl in a new machine;&#13;
Life is so easy, now, without a care, of pots and pans, all that work - My aren't we glad&#13;
for Christmas?&#13;
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&#13;
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Perhaps it's obvious at your house, with not a creature stirring, not even a mouse - You&#13;
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&#13;
No decoration expensive, with bows so lavish, no tree, no tinsel, no bulbs so bright;&#13;
with only a candle to brighten the night - with only a creche for decoration, on the table&#13;
a Bible - with only these, you had Christmas?&#13;
&#13;
Tell me, my friend, now it's over and done, the New Year's bells are soon to be rung;&#13;
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&#13;
NEVER IS FOREVER&#13;
&#13;
I walk in the silent rooms alone; the dust swirls at my feet;&#13;
The one I loved is gone, Nobody's child am I, My youth, my past is gone.&#13;
&#13;
I walk in the silent rooms alone, the dust swirls at my feet;&#13;
The silence echoes through these rooms, my memories bittersweet.&#13;
&#13;
How many years these walls have seen, Love and laughter linger here;&#13;
Pain and sorrows there have been; The memories haunt and sear my empty heart.&#13;
&#13;
Nobody's child now am I, alone I must go on;&#13;
My youth, my past they fly, and having flown, leaves like the down, my empty heart.&#13;
&#13;
My heritage surrounds me now, My life - by me all they stand;&#13;
My manly sons, my daughter fair, Life's cycle moving , moving still, and I'm alone.&#13;
&#13;
Nobody's child I must remain. Through years of joy and pain;&#13;
Through all of life with memories, never to feel again my Mother's love, her gentleness,&#13;
nor hear her voice, nor see her smile, to feel her kiss, or her caress;&#13;
Nobody's child and I'll forever be.&#13;
&#13;
Alone, I walk these empty rooms, the dust swirls around my feet;&#13;
The silence echoes through the air, my memories bittersweet.</text>
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&#13;
&#13;
HAPPINESS&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Happiness is not a one-way street,&#13;
Everyday there are trials to meet.&#13;
&#13;
When you are weary,&#13;
And things just seem to go wrong.&#13;
&#13;
Just plan to greet it with a song!&#13;
&#13;
Rest and be thankful,&#13;
Count all your blessings,&#13;
Rest and be thankful,&#13;
Count all your joys!&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
A BABY'S SMILE&#13;
&#13;
A baby's smile, a sweet caress,&#13;
Will give you pause for thankfulness,&#13;
So look around you will find,&#13;
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&#13;
A MOTHER'S LOVE&#13;
&#13;
To Susie-Q from Mother (May 6, 1964)&#13;
&#13;
To my daughter - Karen Susan&#13;
&#13;
Today is a lovely spring day - 3 days before your birthday. In 5 days you will be&#13;
4 years old, and in the midst of the lovely, beautiful spring weather, your mother has the&#13;
"blues", so to speak, and will write you a letter, I hope you never get.&#13;
&#13;
You see, in the midst of the beautiful spring, Mother's thoughts have been turning&#13;
morbid (for me) thoughts. I waited so long for you Susie-Q, and do so want to see you&#13;
grow up to become, a beautiful young lady, but sometimes, I get a little scared that I&#13;
won't.&#13;
&#13;
You see Susie-Q, the world today is kind of funny. There are so many accidents,&#13;
have been here in town even, that I never knew about when I was a child, maybe they&#13;
were there and I didn't know, but anymore it seems there are so many accidents, and &#13;
sicknesses, or diseases.&#13;
&#13;
All of these things are not pretty, my sweet, and your Daddy and I keep them from&#13;
your brothers and you, which is how it should be, but sometimes things are too nice, too,&#13;
and a person gets kind of worried , so today, I'm writing you a letter; to tell you how&#13;
much I love you and all your your big brothers, and your Daddy too.&#13;
&#13;
Be the sweet, little girl you are now, all the rest of your life, "punkin"; remember&#13;
how much you are loved, and will be loved in the times to come. Sometime in the future,&#13;
your world of love and security may shake, but it won't fall apart, because the same God&#13;
who made the birds, and the clouds, and the pretty  green grass, and the kitty-kats, will&#13;
still be loving you, and taking care of you, as he's taken care of Mommy and Daddy and&#13;
the boys, and all the people who know, and love, you.&#13;
&#13;
So my little Susie-Q, daughter, be that good little girl. Keep reminding you big&#13;
brothers, and your Daddy, how important love is, and all the hugs and kisses that go with&#13;
it. Don't let them forget. And, next year, on your birthday, I'll write another letter, I&#13;
hope, one you'll never receive, I hope.&#13;
&#13;
With all my love, You Mother</text>
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&#13;
LITTLE RUNT - A  THANKSGIVING STORY&#13;
&#13;
BY DELLA  LUTES&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Note: This story was found among Mother's journals. The name Della Lutes is believed&#13;
to be her "pen" name. My father thought that it would be nice to include it in this&#13;
collection, and I agree. Mother may, or may not, have included experiences and&#13;
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&#13;
Holidays in my childhood, some fifty years ago, in  southern Michigan, were &#13;
celebrated mostly by a foregathering of relatives and the generous consumption of good food.&#13;
&#13;
And so, on such holidays as fell in winter, the men tipped their chairs back&#13;
against the wall of the front room, and swapped local history, while the women swung&#13;
between the parlor bedroom, where they had laid their wraps, and sleeping children, and&#13;
the kitchen, where they fell to and helped.&#13;
&#13;
Thanksgiving was the day of days for intimate family gatherings, and unstilted&#13;
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&#13;
A young sow, once in early Fall, presented herself with a lively litter of thirteen&#13;
husky pigs. All but the 13th! My father brought him into the house, scrawny, unable to&#13;
stand on his little, spindling legs, blear-eyed, and pallid, and laid him on my mother's lap.&#13;
&#13;
"Runt", my father said succinctly. "Though maybe you'd like to put him in a&#13;
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creature suck it off. This he did repeatedly until, satisfied and warmed, he feel asleep.&#13;
&#13;
In a few days, a bottle was substituted for fingers, and in a week, Little Runt not&#13;
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&#13;
grew near, were heard. I became my duty to dump the box, give him fresh straw, and&#13;
see that he had water.&#13;
&#13;
"Fat him up," said my father eyeing Little Runt critically, "and we'll have him&#13;
for Thanksgiving dinner. I've always wanted roast pig for Thanksgiving!"&#13;
&#13;
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state.&#13;
&#13;
He tagged at my mother's skirts when she looked for eggs, and when she fed the&#13;
hens, always sniffing at everything in his path, continually expressing his affection,&#13;
gratitude and general satisfaction in life, with cheerful little grunts, or a high-pitched&#13;
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&#13;
He allowed me to wash and scrub him until his skin was pink and smooth, and&#13;
firm, and made no serious objection to the still-pink ribbon tied about his neck. With his&#13;
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&#13;
My father watched the process of his growth with evident approval. "going to&#13;
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father, early in November.&#13;
&#13;
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Runt  spread out in a dripping pan!  Poor Little Runt! I ran and grabbed him up, and held&#13;
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&#13;
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favor with her as it grew in the approval of my father.&#13;
&#13;
Surprised at her silence, he set his penetrating eyes upon her and said "Huh?"&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
"Umm-mm", my father made pleasant  reminiscent sounds in his throat, "Sage~!&#13;
You picked the sage yet?"&#13;
&#13;
"Yes, " she replied, "long ago. Savory too, and all the herbs."&#13;
&#13;
"Put any onion in it?"&#13;
&#13;
"Yes," said my mother, shortly, "plenty of it!"&#13;
&#13;
And, then all of a sudden, Little Runt took to following my father about, his nose&#13;
close to the heel of the man whose favor he seemed to think it vital that he should gain.&#13;
At first, he was merely tolerated.&#13;
&#13;
"Get out of the way, you dad-rotted, blame little ole fool!" my father would&#13;
exclaim, accompanying the admonition with a thrust of boot, designed to caution rather&#13;
than to harm. But, within a short time, as Little Runt, with porcine stupidity, ignored his&#13;
master's indifference, the companionship seemed to be encouraged.&#13;
&#13;
"Come along then , you old cuss fool." Father would invite lamentably, "you get&#13;
underfoot and you'll get your tarnation nose knocked off!"&#13;
&#13;
And, into my father's voice crept an extra note of bravado when he referred to the&#13;
succulent dish so soon to be served upon his plate.&#13;
&#13;
"You going to have anything besides roast pig?", he asked of my mother, in what&#13;
was intended to be a casual tone.&#13;
&#13;
"Potatoes," replied my mother, "and squash, and boiled onions--."&#13;
&#13;
"I mean any - any other - meat?" He explained in a manner strongly hesitating for&#13;
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&#13;
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fat."&#13;
&#13;
My father's face lightened "Maybe's well," he remarked, carelessly, "When you&#13;
want him killed?"&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Abruptly, my father rose and went outside, where we heard him being&#13;
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tones. My mother smiled with her eyes, but her lips wee tightly shut as she went on&#13;
about her work of clearing away supper.&#13;
&#13;
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approaching. He asked my mother if she was going to put a raw apple, or a cooked one,&#13;
in Little Runt's mouth.&#13;
&#13;
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watched the filling of the cookie jars- gray stone for sugar cookies and a brown glazed&#13;
one for molasses. He sampled each batch of doughnuts as it came from the kettle , and&#13;
said they were not up to Mother's usual standards. He took,  at my mother's  invitation,&#13;
repeated tastes of the mincemeat  under preparation, and, with the  air of a connoisseur,&#13;
suggested the addition of wee bit more boiled cider, just a speck more of allspice, and&#13;
finally, with a tentative glance at my mother's face, just a touch of brandy. Adding and&#13;
mixing and stirring and tasting, together they brought the concoction to, what both were&#13;
satisfied, was a state of perfection!&#13;
&#13;
Two days before Thanksgiving, my father beheaded Old Tom, filled the big brass&#13;
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My mother and I sat close together by the evening lamp, she mending, I playing&#13;
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&#13;
"Where you want him?", he called lustily.&#13;
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"Put him in the cellar," my mother replied, "on the bench."&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
He threw down his napkin, shoved back his chair, dashed through the kitchen, snatched&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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"Thanksgiving for you all right, you fool runt, but hogs don't celebrate it in the&#13;
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&#13;
"Lije," said Uncle Frank, in his absence, "always was a sentimental old fool!'&#13;
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"My Manuscipts"&#13;
&#13;
A  HISTORY OF THE STORIES&#13;
&#13;
I have tried to calculate approximate dates that these journals were written.&#13;
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&#13;
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES: My grandfather, Douglas Gorsuch, died in 1943.&#13;
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&#13;
MY OUTSIDE INTEREST: Mother wrote this story during the summer of 1962.&#13;
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&#13;
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WHO AM I?: This story was written in March, 1966.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
MY ROOM: this story was written sometime during 1968.&#13;
&#13;
THE KISS: This story is fiction. I have spoken with my father about the times that I was&#13;
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&#13;
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brother, Jerry (William) did marry a wonderful woman named Barbara Jo, and they have &#13;
three beautiful daughters, Jessica Loraine, Jennifer Marie and Joslyn Dyann. My&#13;
brother Tom (David)  also married a wonderful woman Barbara Jean, and they&#13;
have two beautiful daughters, Lindsay Anne and Loren Lea. My brother Doug (Patrick)&#13;
married a woman named Kathy and they had a daughter named Amanda Lynn. Kathy&#13;
and Doug later divorced and he re-married. His wife's name is DiAnna, and they have&#13;
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&#13;
HOLD FAST THESE THINGS: This story must have been written in late 1969, or early&#13;
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A DAY ENDS, ANOTHER BEGINS" It is difficult to determine when this was written. The &#13;
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ONE WOMAN WRITES: Mother references in this story that it was written in the late&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
NEVER IS FOREVER: Mother wrote this poem sometime following the death of my&#13;
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THIS BICENTENNIAL YEAR OF 1976&#13;
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In grateful acknowledgement of the sacrifices and &#13;
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perseverance of our forebears; I-DENTITY&#13;
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is dedicated to my children and to Longshore Posterity &#13;
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everywhere.&#13;
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Respectfully submitted &#13;
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by&#13;
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Maxine Longshore&#13;
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[corresponds to page 1 of I-DENTITY]

        
                A FORWARD BY THE AUTHOR

        I-DENTITY was written to satisfy the hunger each of us has

to know "who am I and where did I come from?"  Perhaps the 

background will give a sense of direction to the foreground.

        The following is an explanation of the purpose of this work 

and is by no means an apology for it.

        A genealogy is simply an account of family ancestors and rel-

atives with their pedigrees.  No doubt some will find it dull,

dry, boring-while others will think it exciting.  In my

research, I have found references to different families' occupat-

ions, careers, and special projects which are included to add

interest.  Hopefully each Longshore family will find this work

helpful whenever he would like to find out where Great, Great

Uncle Harry lived and what he did for a living, who his wife was 

and how many kids did he have anyway, and why did he leave Ohio

(or wherever) in the first place!  You will not find all the

answers but you may find some valuable clues.  I have carefully

researched and tried to validate all statements.  However, by the 

very nature of the subject, some data has to be based on tradit-

ion, hearsay, and the reliability of someone's memory.  Even the

census takers made mistakes in their recordings of names and

birthdates, partly because at times the respondents themselves

did not know how to spell their names, read, or write and oftentimes

the early census takers themselves were just one step ahead of the

illiterate.  So please take any mistakes in stride and try to

understand how it could happen even among very conscientious

recorders;  and make your own corrections and additions.

        The genuine history student no doubt will thrill as he fits 

his own ancestor into the proper time slot and location, and his

imagination can run riot as he pictures his courageous OWN-striving 

for religious freedom, fighting the wars, clearing the

wilderness, fleeing the Indians, burying their children, strugg-

ling to stave off starvation and other privations.  He can also

envision happy times such as barn dances, family and community

gatherings, games and contests, the plain simple family together-

ness in work and recreation.  Americans have always played, sung

their songs, and danced, and most importantly - laughed!

        Many thanks to each of you who has cooperated so beautifully 

and contributed in any way.  Special gratitude to my father-in-law,

Lester Longshore, who patiently racked his brain to answer my

persistent questions; Harold and Bessie Longshore who drove to

Ohio from Iowa last fall special to bring their data on the Truman

Longshore line, compiled in part by the late Homer Longshore and

Matilda Longshore Rule; Claire Longshore Raybuck who helped me 

read tedious microfilm at the libraries; my husband, Russell, who

tolerated my meanderings in the cemeteries, and my absent-mindedness

while I was focusing on people, dates, and places of yesteryear;

but most of all to my daughter, Janet Nuckles Mallett, who gave 

freely of her expertise and time to photocopy this story.

        I have loved every minute of this experience, especially the

making of new friends.  If in any way, my probings into family 

matters has offended anyone, please forgive.

                                        Respectfully Submitted,
                        
      Maxine  [Mrs. Russell]   Longshore
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[corresponds to page 2 of I-DENTITY]

SOURCES OF REFERENCE

Family members

Delaware County History of 1880 by Baskins

History of Bucks County, Pa. by Davis (1905)

Early Friends, Families of Upper Bucks by Roberts

Memoranda and Diary of Thomas Ellwood Longshore (1835)

1800 Census of Bucks County, Pa.

1850 and 1860 Delaware County Census from Ohio

Delaware County Tax Records of 1812 (Ohio)

Various deeds and wills from Delaware County, Ohio

Delaware County Vital Statistics

Wills from Pa

Books of Tombstone Inscriptions from Delaware County, Ohio and

Muskingum County, Ohio

Delaware County Atlas of 1860

Longshore Reunion Records from 1898

World Book

Richard Skolnik's Great Heritage Books




These various references were found at The Columbus Branch of

The Latter Day Saints Library, Ohio Historical Center, Ohio

State Library, Westerville Library, Columbus Library, Community

Library in Sunbury, Delaware Library, Delaware County Courthouse,

and the Probate Court in Doylestown, Pa., Cemeteries at Sunbury,

Galena, Condit, and Westerville, Ohio
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                &#13;
                Index to the Longshore History&#13;
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1 -11        Possible Pa. ancestry and background&#13;
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12        Introduction of David Longshore, 1806 Ohio Emigrant&#13;
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13 - 16        Early Delaware County History&#13;
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17        Possible Euclydus (II) Longshore descendants&#13;
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18        Introduction to David Longshore's children&#13;
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            and Cyrus Longshore's Will&#13;
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32        Truman Longshore, Cyrus' son&#13;
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32        Edson Longshore, Truman's son&#13;
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32 - 36        William Armanthus Longshore branch (Truman's son)&#13;
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37 - 43        Clem Longshore branch (Truman's son)&#13;
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43 - 45        Dean Longshore branch (Truman's son)&#13;
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46          May Longshore Clevenger (Truman's daughter)&#13;
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47 - 49        Isaac Newton (Newt) Longshore (Truman's son)&#13;
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50 - 51        Milo E. Longshore (Truman's son)&#13;
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52 - 53        Nellie Longshore Clayton (Truman's daughter)&#13;
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56        IC Warner Longshore, David's 3rd child&#13;
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57        Norton Longshore, Warner (2nd) son&#13;
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58        Harriet Longshore Ginn, Warner's 2nd child&#13;
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58        Tammison Longshore Watters, Warner's 3rd child&#13;
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59        Mary Longshore, Warner's 4th child&#13;
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59        Harmon Longshore, Warner's 5th child&#13;
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60 - 61        Warner Longshore (the 2nd), son of Harmon&#13;
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61        ID Rachel Longshore Squires, 4th child of David&#13;
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61 - 62        Longshore Reunion History&#13;
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63        IE Sarah Longshore Carpenter, 5th child of David&#13;
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64        IF Charles Longshore, 6th child of David&#13;
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64        Eugenia Longshore Carpenter, daughter of Charles Longshore&#13;
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64 - 70        Fred Carpenter Branch, son of Eugenia Carpenter&#13;
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                    <text>[page 5]

[corresponds to page 4 of I-DENTITY]

Organization and Numbering

I have endeavored to keep the numbering system simple for

easy, prompt reference.  I will attempt to explain the method.

The generations will start with Pennsylvania emigrant, 

David Longshore.  Since this is a vertical genealogy; that is

each ancestor's descendants follow his introduction, the 

Roman numerals will represent the generations and will be used 

for each family grouping.  A generation is considered to be 

roughly a span of 30 years, but sometimes they overlap in the

larger families.  David Longshore's children will be Generation 

I, and each of his children will have a Capital letter in

order of birth, to set them apart from the later generations.

Following generations will have only the Roman numeral with

an Aramaic numeral to indicate the birth sequence among the

brothers and sisters.  For example:


David Longshore, emigrant from Pa. in 1806

Issue:  I       IA  John Longshore
                
                IB  Cyrus Longshore

                IC  Warner Longshore

                ID  Rachel Longshore

                IE  Sarah Longshore

                IF  Charles Longshore

                IG  David Longshore, Jr.

                IH  Daughter Longshore (?)


Cyrus IB = second child of David (the first)

Truman IIB4 = fourth child of Cyrus

Clem IIIB3 = third child of Truman

William Bryan IVB1 = first child of Clem

Leona Longshore Pratt VB2 = 2nd child of Wm. Bryan

Patti Ann Pratt VIB1 = 1st child of Leona Pratt


The index will tell which page each family group is on, so

the reader can turn immediately to the branch he is particu-

larly interested in at the moment, without having to thumb

through reams of irrelevant material.


It is suggested that corrections and additions be made on

the back of the corresponding sheets so as to keep the book

legible and neat.  Extra sheets can be inserted or added at

the back.



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                    <text>[page 6]

[corresponds to page 5 of I-DENTITY]

Possible Pennsylvania Beginnings of Longshores

Robert Longshore

"Robert Longshore, gentleman"!  With all that this word

connotes, WHY would Robert ever leave his established, secure,

comfortable home in England, to delve into an unknown, untamed 

land?  Perhaps his young blood raced at the thought of making

his mark in America, the land of opportunity!  Maybe he was

simply an adventurous sort wishing to break the bonds of family

and tradition.  Could be, Robert was seeking religious freedom such as the 

Quaker, William Penn, had sought in America.  Whatever

his reasons, the real truth of it will never be known.  It is 

known that many grossly exaggerated stories of America's wealth

and opportunities had floated back to England and enticed folk

there to migrate to the "land of the free".  Consequently, thousands

of Europeans sailed to America shortly after Robert's arrival in

1681.  Most likely Robert Longshore, a surveyor, had already been

commissioned as a deputy surveyor to Thomas Holme before he left

his homeland, which would have assured him a measure of security.

Robert Longshore did help Holme survey and plan the city of Philadelphia 

for William Penn.  This beautiful port city along the

Delaware River became known as the city of Brotherly Love, because

its proprieter ruled it and the colony with fairness and love,

allowing total freedom of worship.  Penn endeavored to treat the

Indians fairly also and did not incur their hatred as leaders in 

other colonies had done.


There were 45,333 square miles in this grant of wilderness

land which had been given to Penn at his request as settlement

of an $80,000  debt owed by King Charles II of England to William 

Penn's father, Admiral Sir William Penn.  William Penn wanted a 

refuge for himself  and his Quaker followers  away from the com-

pulsory attendance to the church of England.  Matter of fact,

since he had been jailed several times because of his rebellion

and religious fervor, he had become a nuisance to the Crown and

an embarrassment to his father; therefore they were relieved to 

be rid of this rebel, William Penn.  Robert Longshore, himself, 

could have been a part of this Quaker movement!


At any rate, this city Robert had helped lay out soon became

a cultural center and prospered.  It rivaled Boston and was the

capital of colonial Pa.  Pennsylvania became a leader among the 

other 12 colonies, namely;  Virginia, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, 

New Jersey, Delaware, Connecticut, Maryland, New York, New Hamp-

shire, The Carolinas, and Georgia and became known as the Key-

stone State because of its location.  Pennsylvania and Maryland

were the only two proprietary colonies, which meant they were 

owned by individuals.


Robert Longshore situated himself in the center of Phila-

delphia on the corner of Market and Front Streets.  In due time,

this founding father of the American Longshores met and wed

Margaret Cock, a daughter of Pieter Larson Cock.  Pieter had 

been among the first Swedish immigrants coming to Pa. in 1641.

He was a collector of tolls, imports and exports, for the 

colonies.  He also served a magistrate for New Sweden and later 

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                    <text>[page 7]

[corresponds to page 6 of I-DENTITY]

Sometime after Robert and Margaret's union, he purchased

500 acres of land in Bristol Township, Bucks County, Pa. and 

settled there.  Robert and Margaret probably were born about 

1660, give or take a few years.  There is no record to show

how many children they presented to their new country but most

likely they did their duty.  A son, Euclydus I, was born about

1690.


Not much is known of Euclydus I, except on Jan. 8, 1715,

he married Alice Stackhouse   (b1699)  when she was but 16.  Alice

was a daughter of Thomas and Grace Heaton Stackhouse, one of

14 children.  Alice's father was a descendant of Thomas Stack-

house, who arrived on the boat "Welcome"in 1682, and her mother,

a daughter of Robert and Alice Heaton of Middletown, Pa.  It is

said that the 1st generation children of the Stackhouses inter-

married with the families of Clark, Stone, Wilson, Longshore,

Copeland, Gilbert, Watson, Plumley, Cary, Haring, Janney, Mitchell, 

Stephenson, Tomlinson, and others and that their descendants are

almost legion --.  Euclydus I and Alice lived in Middletown, Pa.,

where he died in 1764.

 
Issue of Euclydus I  and Alice Stackhouse Longshore:

        Robert                10/13/1716
        Grace                 2/24/1717 - 1726
        Thomas                 9/13/1721
        Margaret         4/21/1724
        Alice                 7/ 4/1726
        Grace (2)         6/18/1728
        Euclydus        12/ 4/1730 - 1732
        Mary                10/30/1732 - 1734
    *   Euclydus II         4/27/1735 - 6/14/1804


This descension shows the high death rate among children

at that time.  Since only five of Euclydus I's children sur-

vived  him, out of nine produced, sorrow was no stranger to

Euclydus and Alice.  At this period in the country's history,

manpower was needed  and so large families were desirable  to help

with the work, usually on a farm where they could raise their

own food;  and to offset  the death toll.  Because of frequent 

childbirth, hard work,  hardships,  lack of medical attention, 

women too fell prey to the grim reaper, and it was not uncommon

at all for a man to have two, three, four wives in his life-

time.


The family line is picked up through Euclydus II and it seems 

he was the most prolific of the Longshores, fathering 22 children,

11 by each wife.  No one could accuse him of showing favoritism!


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[corresponds to page 7 of I-DENTITY]
 
Issue of Euclydus II and Susannah VanHorn who were married 1760

The children's names all started with an "A".  Their religion was

Quaker.

  1 Abner                           b 1762 m(c)1789 Sarah Powers d 1848
  2 Asher                           b 1764 d before [illegible]
  3 Asa                                   b 1766 (c) d before 1804
  4 Anna  (Gilbert VanHorn)           b 1768 (c)
  5 Alice (Isiah VanHorn - Cremer) b 1769 (c) m1.1787 2.?
  6 Abigal (Minor - Scout)           b 1776
  7 A
  8 A
  9 A
 10 A
 11 A

At age 45, Euclydus II on 5/11/1780, married Sarah Gillam, the

daughter of Lucas and Anna (Dungan) Gillam, also a Quaker.

  1 Sarah  d infant
  2 Euclydus III 1781 - 1838  md Sarah Cox 1802
  3 Margaret     1783 - 1855  md       Slack
  4 Abraham      1785         md Rhoda Skelton 1807 md Mary White [illegible]
  5 Mary         1787
  6 Joseph       1788
  7 Grace        1790 - d a young woman
  8 Rachel L.    1792 - 1865  md Valentine Dickinson 	1811
  9 Thomas Canby 1794         md Jane   		Moved-Franklin,
 10 James        1797         md Frances  		1815
 11 _______

The following are copies of the wills of Euclydus I and Euclydus II;

Will of Euclydus Longshore I - 1760

Be it remembered that I, Euclydus Longshore of Middletown, in the

County of Bucks and Province of Pennsylvania ---

Being weak of body but of sound mind and memory and calling to

mind the mortality of this body as also the uncertainity of time

do make my last will and testament touching what temporal

matters it hath pleased Almighty God to bless me withal in manner

and form, following viz:  But first and principally  recommend my

soul into the hands of Almighty God that gave it.  Next my will is

that my body be decently buried at the discretion of my dear and

well beloved wife.  Next my will is that all my just debts and 

funeral expenses be duly paid and discharged by my executors

herein and after named.  Next to give and bequeath unto my beloved 

wife Alice Longshore all that my land and plantation whereon we now

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[corresponds to page 8 of I-DENTITY]

thereof during her natural

life that is to say the said land is to east and as far westward as

the state road and after her decease  my will is the above said

land and plantation descend  immediately unto my son, Euclydus 

Longshore, to whom I give and 

bequeath the sum of  ____(blurred) to be enjoyed by him and his

heirs and assigns forever   also I give and bequeath unto my be-

loved wife aforesaid, the sum of seventy pounds of lawful money

of the province aforesaid to be paid her out of my personal

estate as soon as payable after my decease.  Next I give and

bequeath unto my son Robert Longshore, all my wearing apparel

and to be fully discharged of all my demands against him and

further I give aforesaid unto him my said son Robert the full

sum of four pound lawful money as aforesaid to be paid unto him 

his heirs  or assigns  in two full years after my decease   Next I

give and bequeath my daughter  Margarate Atkinson two acres and

twenty four ____(parcels  or barchos)  of land with the appurt-

enances  thereunto belonging  situate at the northwest corner of

my land adjoining upon N. Jhamba Cook and laid out by a draft

survey by Evan Jonos and the same to be possessed and enjoyed

by her and her heirs during her natural life from the day of my

decease  also my will is that after her decease the same land

and premises descend unto my grandson Isaac Pearson  and the same

to be possessed and enjoyed by him the said Isaac Pearson and

his heirs and assigns forever  Next I give and bequeath unto my

son Thomas Longshore all the residue and remaining part of my

land and premises situate on the west side of the road leading

from Bristol  to Newtown supposed to be about fifty acres  be the

same more or less and the same to be possessed and enjoyed by

him my said son Thomas his heirs and assigns forever provided

he my said son Thomas render and pay unto his sister Margarate

Atkinson aforesaid  out of the value thereof of the full sum of

five pound money aforesaid within the space of two years after

my decease and also to pay aforesaid unto his sister Alice

Lamb her heirs and assigns the sum of forty shillings money

aforesaid yearly and every year for the space of four years after

my decease also I give and bequeath unto my daughter Alice afore-

said her heirs and assigns the full sum of four pound of money

aforesaid to be paid out of my personal estate in two years after

my decease and in order to enable my executors to discharge my 

last will as aforesaid; my will is that my executors hereafter

named do sell all that my house and lot be the same and more or 

less which is now situate  near the four lane ends adjoining 

George Walker's lot and the same to convey to the purchaser or

purchasers as I myself might or could do was I personally present

and the land and money arising therefrom be the same more or less

to be taken from personal estate  Also my will is that if any

remains of my personal estate appears to be after all my debts

and legacies are duly discharged that the same be divided one

____or half part to be paid unto my beloved wife Alice as her

rightful property and the other half to be equally divided amongst 

all my surviving children, son or sons and daughter or daughters

share and share alike  Lastly I nominate constitute and appoint

my trusty and well beloved wife  and my esteemed friend Thomas

Jienks Executor  this my last will and testament hereby revoking and 
disannulling other other and former will or wills heretofore

by me made ratifying this andthis only to be my last will and

as aforesaid.  In witness whereof I have hereforth set my hand

and seal this eighth day of the eleventh month in the year of

our Lord one thousand seven hundred &amp; Sixty
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Signed  Sealed  Published

Declared to be the last will and testament of the testator in

the presence of:  Samuel Sykes, Sam Smith, S___ Cary

Signed  Euclydus Longshore 1760


Will of Euclydus Longshore (ll)

Died 4/28/1804

			  
This twenty eighth day of the fourth month in the year of our

Lord one thousand eight hundred and four

I, Euclidus Longshore of Middletown in the County Bucks and

state of Pennsylvania being of sound mind but through divine

favor calling to mind the mortality of the body and that it

is appointed for all men once to die, do make this my last will

and testament touching the disposal of what temporal estate

it hath pleased God to bless me with in this life recommending

my spirit to God who gave it and my body to be decently buried

at the discretion of my beloved wife and first my will is that

all my just debts and funeral expenses be duly paid and dis-

charged; secondly I give and bequeath unto my beloved wife

Sarah Longshore all that land on the north side of the great

road as it is now laid out likewise that house nearest the house

where we live with about three acres of land on the south side

of said road be the same more or less to be the same length of

chain on the west end as it is; measuring from a large whitoak

stump near the house to the north line formerly Woolstons and

Martins to have and hold and to bequeath while she remains my

widow or if necessity requireth, my will is that she sell the

land or any part of said land that she may make her life com-

fortable while in a state of widowhood,but if she should marry

any other man and be in possession of said land my will is that

the land be sold by my executors and divided amongst my eight

youngest children and my will is that she my beloved wife may

have twenty five pounds in lawful money two feather beds and

bedding drawers, cupboards and the pewter; frying pan  bake-iron

and teakettle with all other articles necessary for keeping

house; likewise that she my wife have ____(blurred) and one

best cow two best hogs and all the poultry with my tin plate

stove and my will is further that my wife have one best frame

barrick (barouche, a 4 wheel carriage) and two loads of hay

likewise that she have one half the grain that is growing and

is gathered, with potatoes for house use; I likewise give and

bequeath unto my son Abner Longshore the sum of twenty pounds

($70.00) to be paid one year after my decease  I likewise be-

queath all the remainder of my estate both real and personal to

my eleven other children namely Anna VanHorn, Alice Cremer,

Aby Scout, Euclydus, Margaret, Abraham, Joseph, Grace, Rachel,

Thomas, and James Longshore, and the same to be sold and equally

divided amongst them as they arrive at age but my will is that

my three married daughters named Anna Alice and Abi have a de-

duction made out of their legacy the amount standing against

them; likewise my will is that my son Euclydus have his legacy

paid at the discretion of my executors;  ---

For the due performance hereof I nominate and appoint my beloved

friends Simon Gillam and James Wildman to be my true and lawful

Exceutor of this will and testament hereby revoking disannulling

and making void all other wills 
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[corresponds to page 10 of I-DENTITY]

heretofore by me made ratifying

and confirming this only to be my last will and testament.

Signed  seal'd  and  declared by the said Euclydus Longshore to

be his last will and testament in the presence of us


John Blakely)

William Gillam)			   Euclydus Longshore


and my will is that if any of my younger children should die

before they arrive to age or the possession of said estate that

the same be divided amonst my last wife's children and likewise

the small account I have standing against my son Abner Longshore

be deducted out of his legacy before mentioned.


Witness present			   Euclydus Longshore

John Blakely

William Gillam			   June 22, 1804	


	It is to be noted that only twelve of Euclydus II's 22

children survived him, attesting again to the high infant mor-

tality rate.  As late as 1900 and beyond, the infant mortality

rate was 50%.  Since most people in the 18th and 19th centuries

had to make the caskets used by their family members, a supply

in different sizes was generally kept made up ahead.  Many infants

succumbed to a disease called cholera infantum; typhoid, malaria,

&amp; tuberculosis also claimed many lives.  Not only did individual

families supply their own coffins, they likewise dug the graves;

so tragedy made a double impact on them in the early days.

According to Thomas Ellwood Longshore, from whom most of

the previous data has come and who supplied many records up

to 1890, the following is from his compilation regarding

Euclydus II's family:

	  Some of Abner Longshore's descendants settled in Ohio

	  Anna Longshore's daughter, Betty Atkinson, lived in

	   Zanesville

	  Margaret Longshore md James Slack

	  Joseph Longshore md Joanna Kelley

	   ch:  Amos and Kelley Longshore

	  Rachel Longshore md Valentine Dickerson

	   ch:  Sarah, William, John, Joseph, Elizabeth, Rebecca,

		Ann Dickerson

	  Thomas Canby Longshore md Jane Gaine

	   ch:  Jane, Maria, Sally

	  James Longshore md Sarah Roberts - owns a candy &amp; con-

	   fectioner's business in Columbus, Ohio

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[corresponds to page 11 of I-DENTITY]
	

	  Abraham Longshore md Rhoda Skelton, dau of Joseph and

	   Mary Carey Skelton, of Salvury, Bucks Co.,Pa. on 3/11/1807

	   ch:	Sarah Ann, Joseph S., Mary, Thomas E., Carey, Isaac S.,

		John Watson, William, Samuel C., Elizabeth S., Mary


	This author wishes to digress at this point from the direct

line to follow a sideline.  Euclydus Longshore II's son, Abraham's

family, had some active, interesting, and distinguished members

whose contributions to society will give some insight to the par-

ticular line this compiler is pursuing.

	
	"Memoranda and Notes of the Longshore Family, Pioneers of

Which Settled in Bucks Co., Pa." is also written by the same

descendant, Thomas E. Longshore, son ofAbraham Longshore, and

was compiled from tradition and the records he had found.  Some

of his data used in this narration heretofore has been paraphased

but this item is verbatim.  It will be of interest to the family

today because it shows how Thomas E.'s grandfather's and father's

families weathered the hard time of the late 1700s and early

1800s when this new country was suffering growing pains follow-

ing its independence.  Suffice it to say that these gentlemen did

not serve in the Revolutionary War probably because they had

such large families to support.  Many of their descendants served

in later wars, proving their patriotism.


	"Euclydus Longshore, our grandfather, from the impression

I have received from different members of the family, was rather

an easy, good-natured man with a kind of dry humor.  He was of a 

light, sandy complexion with light brown hair.  At the time,

Father, (Abraham) was born (11/6/1785), I believe the family was

living in a stone, one story house, north of John Watson's farm,

in Middletown, Bucks Co.,Pa., on the south side of the

	road.  Grandfather was not much of a farmer but things

	drifted anyhow.  The children went to work as soon as old

	enough.  Father went to James Wildman's to live at age 12,

	as a "taken" boy *  He did not get along satisfactorily

	with old Adam Adams, their colored hired man, and refused

	to thresh in the barn with him because of being so abused.

	Father kept a daily diary as proof of his grievances so he

	could be freed from his indenture*.  Euclydus, my grand-

	father, died when Father (Abraham) was 19.  Father borrowed

	$1000. to purchase a farm and it was all he could do to pay

	interest.  We all had to do what we could to save money by

	living poor and dressing in homespun clothing, eating mush,

	rye bread without butter or molasses, and potatoes, no tea

	or coffee, or sugar, or even lard, rye pie shortened with

	smoked pot-skimmings and dried apples so sour we made the

	less of it answer.  Father had gone to school 3 months and

	learned to read, write, and cipher.  He had a good memory

	and could sing 100 songs.  He loved to read, mostly the

	Bible".   (Abraham's father, Euclydus II, died in 1804) 

	*"Apprenticeship in early days was serious business.

Articles of indenture were drawn up with all the care of a

conveyance of real estate and corresponding obligations of

master and apprentice were specifically set forth."  (Taken

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                    <text>[page 13]

[corresponds to page 12 of I-DENTITY]

an early history book).  Many time the master was a tyrant

dictating every breath his servant took, including his morals

and use of his leisure time (what little there was).  *Abraham

was able by virtue of his diary to obtain a hearing and get

out of his obligation to James Wildman.  However, in some in-

stances, apprenticeship served a good purpose when the "indenturee"

was able to learn a trade as well as earn room and board.  There

were no public schools to teach a trade and most of the common

people could not read or write so how else were they to learn!

Too often though the masters abused and exploited the trainees.


Issue of Abraham and Rhoda Skelton Longshore - 11 children

	Sarah Ann (Walker-Taylor)	12/26/1808

	Joseph S.			 9/18/1809 - 1879

	Mary				 8/16/1811 d @ 2 1/2 Y

	Thomas Ellwood			11/11/1812

	Carey				 8/ 1 1814 d 5/24/1888 Langhorne, 

	Isaac S.			 8/ 6/1816 d 5/24/1888 . . Pa.

	John Watson			 5/ 5/1818 d 1839 Rock Is.Ill.

	William				      1820 d infancy

	Samuel C.			11/ 2/1822

	Elizabeth S.			 4/28/1825

	Mary				 4/16/1829


The brothers, Carey and Isaac, died the same day, same hour, and

buried same service at Friends Grounds in Woodbury, New Jersey

Family of Abraham and Rhoda Skelton Longshore Children and Families


	1  Sarah Ann md Holcomb Walker

		ch:  Horace, Linford, Caroline, Anna Mary Walker

	2  Joseph S. Longshore md Julia LaRue; he was an author,

		lecturer, and doctor of medicine; no ch.

	4  Thomas E. Longshore md Hannah E. Myers

		ch:  Channing md Maria Pierce

		     ch:  Elsie and Rudolph Longshore

		     Lucretia md Rudolph Blankenship

		     ch:  Julia Blankenship

	5  Carey Longshore md Matilda Holcomb

		ch:  Elizabeth, single

		     Sallie md Henry Morrell

		     	ch:  Emma and Frederick Morrell
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[corresponds to page 13 of I-DENTITY]



		ch 3:     Samuel md Adella LeCompt

			ch:  William, Marian, Clinton, and Horace LeCompt

	6  Isaac S. Longshore md Mary Burgess

		ch:  Edward md Debora Smith, M.D. - no ch.

		     Rhoda md Benjamin F. Knowles

			ch:  Bertha and Rhoda Knowles

		     Rhoda's I's second husband - George Mason

			ch:  one son, lives in Kansas  ____Mason

		     Rachel md Israel Walton - no ch.

		     Alfred md Mary ___?__

			ch:  Edward, Joseph, Debora, Emma Longshore

	8  William Longshore md ____Hellings, no ch:;  2nd wife ____

		ch:  Abraham md Hannah Whitson

			ch:  Oscar Longshore

		     Abraham 2nd wife, Adeline Howell of N.Y.

			ch:  H. Walker Longshore, lives in L.A., Cal.

			     Elizabeth md Samuel Watson - no ch.

	9  Samuel C. Longshore md Sarah Ann Case - no ch.

	   Samuel's 2nd wife - Rebecca Reynolds - no ch.

       10  Elizabeth S. Longshore md William Burgess

		ch:  Frank C. Burgess md Lissie Baker

			ch:  Stella

		     Frank's 2nd wife, Addie Johnson, no ch.

		     Anna Mary Burgess - b&amp;d 1849

		     Alpheus Burgess (1851) md Ida I. Sheets

			ch:  none

		     Marianna Burgess (1853) unmarried

		     William Watson Burgess (1855) md Mamie Roberts

			ch:  none

             	     Charles A. Burgess (1851) md Mamie Roberts

		     Henry Edwin Burgess (1859) unmarried

	(Of this large family, there was no progeny)

       11  Anna Mary Longshore md Lambert H. Potts

		ch:  Emerson J. Potts (1855) md Flora M. Jamieson

			ch:  William Lambert Potts (1882)

			     Charles Jamieson Potts (1887)
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                    <text>[page 15]

[corresponds to page 14 of I-DENTITY]	

Excerpt from HISTORY OF BUCKS CO., PA. by Davis - published 1905


		Another son of Abraham Longshore

	"Among the prominent sons of Middletown, who live in history,

Joseph S. Longshore, b 1809 d 1879, is entitled to a niche.  He

lost partial use of one leg when a boy and was lamed for life.

Turning his attention to the medical profession, he graduated in

medicine from the University of Pa. at age 24 and practiced

several years at Attleborough (later named Langhorne).  In 1850,

he established a medical College in Philadelphia for women, the

first of its kind in the world.  He was also an ardent advocate

of total abstinence and an active abolitionist, at a period when

it required no little courage to declare oneself."


	Another historical excerpt, this time from EARLY FRIENDS,

FAMILIES OF UPPER BUCKS" by Roberts about a daughter-in-law of

Abraham Longshore.

	
	"Hannah Myers, daughter of Samuel and Pauline (Iden) Meyers,

	born in Sandy Springs, Md., 5/30/1819 d 10/18/1901.

	Graduated from Women's Medical College in Philadelphia, 1851.

	She was a pioneer woman physician, accumulated a modest

	forturn.  Hannah married Thomas Ellwood Longshore 3/26/1841.

	He was a son of Abraham and Rhoda (Skelton) Longshore.  He

	was born 11/11/1812 on a farm in Middletown Township, Bucks

	Co., Pa., died 8/19/1898 in Phil.; he and his wife having

	moved to that city in 1850.  Children:  Channing b 11/24/1842

	md Sidney Maria Pierce; Lucretia Mott b 5/8/1845 md Rudolph

	Blankenship.


	Issue:  Channing Longshore (sone of T.E. &amp; Hannah Longshore)

		Studied medicine and practiced in Sheldon, Iowa

		ch:  T. Ellwood Longshore b 1878 d 1879

		     Hannah Elsie Longshore b 1881 md Howard Garrett

		     ch:  Priscilla and Jane Garrett

		     Rudolph Channing Longhsore b 1883 md Leila ____,

		     lives in Montana

		     ch:  Dorothy

		
		Lucretia Mott Longshore (dau. of T.E. &amp; Hannah

		Longshore) born in 1845 at New Lisbon, Ohio while

		mother was there on a visit to her parents.

		Lucretia was president of Pa. State Suffrage Association

		(1892-1908), 1st vice pres. of General Education of

		Women's Clubs (1912-1914) and a member of the New

		Century Club, Civic Club, etc.  Lucretia md Rudolph

		Blankenship in 1867.  He was one of the originators

		of the Citizen's Permanent Relief Committee and

		visited, as its representative, the famine regions

		of Russia in 1892.  He was active in Reform Politics,

		and was elected as a county commissioner; also

		served as a Reform Mayor beginning in 1911."
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                    <text>[page 16]

[corresponds to page 15 of I-DENTITY]

Again to deviate from the direct line, here is a presentation

from another of Robert's descendants


	GENERAL AND FAMILY HISTORY OF THE WYOMING &amp; LACKAWANNA VALLEYS, PA.  
        Volume I (published 1906)

	
	"Longshore Family, long residents in Pa.  Founder of

	family in Pa. was Robert Longshore, who came from

	England and settled at Front and Market Sts. in Phila-

	delphia; later moved to Bucks Co."


The name of the person who sent in this biography to the previously

mentioned book is not mentioned so there is no way to know which

of Isaish Longshore's grandchildren wrote it -


	"Isaiah Longshore, grandfather, lived at Beach Haven,

	where he kept a hotel and boarding house, died at age 47

	and buried there.  Ch:  A.B. b 1812 and Alfred R.

	Alfred was a justice of the peace, had 3 dau., d age 82 Y.

	A.B. Longshore, M.D. reared at Shickshinny, studied medi-

	cine with his uncle, A.B. Wildon, graduated from Jeffer-

	son Medical College in Philadelphia in 1843 with honors.

	Spoke both English and fluent German, d in 1875, age 63.

	Practiced medicine in mountain region in Wyoming County.

	Practice so extensive he called five of his students to

	assist him in this vast area.  8 ch. - Dr. Wm. R. Longshore

	only survivor."


		"Dr. Wm. R. Longshore, M.D., son of Ashbel B. and

		Maria J. (Righter) Longshore b 9/10/1838 in Beaver

		Meadows, Pa.  Studied medicine at Jefferson Medical

		College and Pa. College of Medicine from which he

		graduated March, 1860.  Worked as assistant in male

		department of Pa. Hospital for Insane under Dr.

		Kirkbride until 1862.  Was Commander's assistant

		surgeon with rank of 1st Lt. in 147th Reg. Pa. Vol-

		unteers in Sept. 1863 and was promoted to surgeon

		and rank of major.  A Mason.  1 child, Harry Carter

		Longshore, d at 14; adopted a dau., Jane Martin, md

		to Wallace Ellerslie Engle and she has a son,

		William Longshore Engle, who resides in Hazelton."


	These historic and biographic passages are used for one

purpose - to show that some of the early Longshores were human-

itarians; vitally interested in their country, in the healing

arts, women's rights, foreign aid, and political reform.  They

were great contributors to their fellow man, be it on a local,

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                    <text>[page 17]

[corresponds to back of page 15 of I-DENTITY, a letter to Mrs. Maxine Longshore]


7224 E.17th St. N.

Wichita, KS 67206

August 11, 1991


Dear Mrs. Longshore:

join the DAR and wrote to two of her father's cousins, one a Davidson

and one a Longshore. She didn't get to join but the letters she re-

ceived were very helpful when I started my research. Incidentally,

the Longshore cousin she wrote to was James C. who was loving at 1201

Hamlet St. in Columbus at the time. I don't know what year he died 

but he was elderly at the time-79-and only he and his sister Sarah 

were still alive.

	The reason that you don't find a complete list of the children 

of Euclydus and Susannah Van Horn is that they were married out of

meeting. All of the children of that first marriage had names beginning 

with A. When Euclydus returned to the Quakers he took what children he 

could back with him and his son Abner was one of the witnesses at his

marriage to Sarah Gillam. I was told recently by one of my earlier

correspondents that another lady had told him that the David Longshore

who married Elizaneth Warner was the son of Cyrus Longshore, who was

marred to Mary David and waws the son of Thomas Longshore and Joanna

Vance.

	Thomas Longshore was the son of euclydus Longshore and Alice

Stackhouse and was born the 13th day of the 9th month 1721. He was

married to Johanna Vance on the 10th day of the 4th month 1742 at the 

Middletown Monthly Meeting (LDS film 20403, pp.308-9).  Thomas' will

is file # 1162, Bucks Co., PA. It is dated 11 Jan 1777 and proved 13

Feb 1777. Johanna died between the writing of her will dated 22 d 4m 

1792 and the probate date of 14 June 1794 and is file # 2535 Bucks. Co.

Her parents are as yet unknown but she has a sister, Jane McLear.

the first child of Thomas and Johanna was born less than nine months

after their marriage and Thomas became angry with the reprimand of

the Quakers. In his will, thomas mentions his wife Johanna, his sons

Thomas, cyrus, and euclydus and his daughters, elizabeth Hunter and 

Margaret Wiley. I found deeds dated 14 Apr 1784, filed 27 Sept 1785, 

of Cyrus and wife mary and euclydus and wife Jane. They mention that

the land came from their father, Thomas. Johanna in her will mentions 

her sister, Jane McLear, her son Euclydus, her daughters, Elizabeth

Hunter (wife of Andrew) and her daughter Margaret Wiley, her grandson

Amos (the son of thomas who later married Ann cox) and her granddaughter

Jane (the daughter of Cyrus who later married Aaron Cox). These are

known facts and I have written to the lady in Iowa to find out the

facts on which she bases her conclusions. The death date given for 

David Longshore is 3 Nov 1859. The 1800 Tax list for Middletown Twp.,

Bucks Co. shows him as a single man.  20 Jan 1802 david Longshore

of Middletown m. Elizabeth Weber/Warner, Isaac Hicks, J.P. then 1810

Tax list in delaware Co., 67A., Range 17, Twp 4, Section 1 and the same in

1814. I will let you know when I hear on what the lady has based her 

conclusions.

	Can you suggest any of the other descendants of the branch of

David Longshore-Elizabeth Warner to whom I could write to bring other

lines down to the present? Is it possible to secure copies of wills, 

obits, and the other pertinant data? I would pay copying costs if

that would help.

Sincerely, 

Elizabeth



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                    <text>[page 18]

[corresponds to page 16 of I-DENTITY]

To get back on the track -


	The Ohio progenitor of the Longshores is David Longshore.

There is data to prove he came to Ohio in 1806; to Del. Co. with

his brother, Euclydus (III), in 1808; purchased land in Delaware

County in 1811.  Many clues link David to the line of Robert,

Euclydus I, Euclydus II; but actually there is no record found,

as of this date, to prove a David Longshore, born Jan. 1779,

was born to this line or any other line!  This author is still

researching on this puzzle and if additional information is ever

unearthed, it will be attached at the end of the story.  It is

the considered opinion of this compiler that the "missing link"

can be theorized as follows:  Perhaps[underlined] David was the youngest

child of Euclydus ** and ____Cox Longshore and possibly his

mother died at his birth or shortly thereafter.  In the con-

fusion, his birth was never recorded.  This thought is based

on his birthdate of Jan. 25, 1779; the fact Euclydus II remarried

on May 1780; and his first child by the second wife, Euclydus III,

was born in 1781.  Since all of the children by Euclydus II's first

wife had names beginning with an "A", it could be that David did

not like his "A____" name, whatever it was, and decided to use his

other given name and change his image when he came to Ohio.  At

any rate, there is no hint of the "A" in any of his legal papers.

	The following excerpts are from biographies submitted by

one of David's children (Charles) and one of his daughter-in-laws

(Margaret) will bear out the fact David did come from Pa. in

1806 and settled in Delaware County, Ohio in 1808.

From Baskins 1880 HISTORY OF DELAWARE COUNTY


	"Charles Longshore, farmer:  P.O. Condit; is a son of

	David and Elizabeth (Warner) Longshore; his father

	was born in Pa. and came to Ohio in 1806, settling in

	Berkshire Township, west of Sunbury, on the farm now

	owned by Mrs. Grist, where he lived until his death;

	it was then a dense forest, there being but one house

	between Delaware and Johnstown, and that where George

	Gibson now resides; the only neighbor for some time was

	a brother; their first nights were spent in the woods

	around a fire, with a friendly Indian as company."


	"Margaret Longshore, P.O. Condit; was born July 2, 1804,

	a daughter of Christian and Sallie (Linderman) Young;

	her father settled in Ohio about 1816, and farmed near

	Galena until his death in 1838.  She was married June

	22, 1826, to Cyrus Longshore, by whom she has had six

	children, four are now living; her husband was born

	Nov. 24, 1804, in Muskingum Co., *Ohio, and came with

	his parents to Delaware Co. about 1808, settling west

	of Sunbury on a farm now owned by the Landon Brothers,

	and in 1836 on the farm owned by Mrs. (Margaret) Long-

	shore; he died May 3, 1870."




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                    <text>[page 19]

[corresponds to page 17 of I-DENTITY]

* There is a discrepancy about the place of Cyrus' birth;

the 1850 and 1860 Delaware County Census, also his death record,

state that he was born in Pa.  It is possible David stopped in

Muskingum County in 1806 where other relatives lived, on his way

to central Ohio.  This biography states he came to Delaware

County in 1808, which is entirely plausible.  Somewhere else

there is a reference to David's having lived in Sunbury Township

before purchasing his farm in 1811 in Berkshire Township.

	David Longshore was born three years after the birth of

the United States of America, and ten years before George

Washington became president in 1789.  He arrived in Ohio during

the term of Thomas Jefferson, and in Delaware County in time to 
['Del. Co. in 1808' handwritten in margin]

see Delaware City laid out in 1811, Columbus in 1812,

and Sunbury in 1816 and just four years before the War of 1812.  At that time

Ohio was considered the Crossroads of the Nation.  A big busines

boom existed immediately following that war.  The schedule of

prices shown here will show the prosperity that lasted until 1819

when prices slid back to pre-war levels.


	Pre-war Prices				Prices 1812 - 1819

	hogs	-	$1.50 per 100#		hogs	-	$4.00 per 100#

	oats	-	  .50 per bu.		oats	-	 1.00 per bu.

	corn	-	  .50 per bu.		corn	-	 1.00 per bu.

	flour	-	 1.00 per 100#		flour	-	 4.00 per 100#

	hay	-	10.00 per ton		hay	-	20.00 per ton 			


	Some prices nose-dived to below pre-war values, such as;

corn sold for 10-12 cents per bu.; potatoes - 12 cents bu., etc.

Rigid economy was practiced by all grades of society - even the

wealthy drank rye coffee and distinguished men dressed in blue

linsey pantaloons for a time.  In 1820 in Columbus, Ohio, over

one hundred parcels of real estate were advertised in one ad-

vertisement of sheriff's sales!  Gradually though the nation

recuperated from the recession.  One blessing for the white

man was that he never again was bothered by the red man in

these parts after 1812.  David and Euclydus (III) purchased

their 134 acres in Range 17, Twp. 4, Lot 4, from

Thomas Brown for $268.67 1/2.  The 1812 Tax record values it at 67 1/2 cents

an acre!  In 1816, it seems they sold half of this same land -

67 7/16 acres - for $400., tripling their money.  Perhaps this

is a further example of the inflation of that period.  Later

however, in 1819, a quit claim deed is recorded whereby Euclydus

(III) and Sarah, of Muskingum County, transferred the east half of

134 7/8 acres for the sum of $202. to David Longshore.  Reference

to David, in Charles' biography, states that David lived on the

land he settled until his death in 1858.  At the time this farm

was purchased in 1811, there were only 2000 people in the entire

county!  By 1850, there were 1557 persons in Berkshire Township

but this dropped to 1392 in 1860.  Nevertheless, it was not over-

populated at that time.

	Following is a copy of the original land purchase by

David and Euclydus and their wives.  (Euclydus is spelled 2

different ways in this same deed) -



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[corresponds to page 18 of I-DENTITY]

Thomas Brown

Deed to

E. &amp; D. Longshore	"Know all men by these presents that I

			Thomas Brown of Berkshire in Delaware

			County &amp; State of Ohio in consideration

of two hundred &amp; Sixty eight dollars eighty seven and an half cents

paid me by Euclydus &amp; David Longshore both of Sunbury in the

county of aforesaid the receipt whereof I do hereby acknowledge

do hereby give  grant  sell  &amp; convey unto the said Euclydes &amp;

David a certain tract of parcel of land lying &amp; being in the

first quarter of the fourth Township in the seventeenth Range

of U.S. Military land in the State of Ohio &amp; more particularly

distinguished as the north part of lot no. eight in the western

Tier of lots in the aforesaid quarter agreeable to a sur-

vey thereof made by Joseph Eaton in 1806 reference thereto being

had &amp; to extend South from the whole length of the North line

of the aforesaid lot so far as to contain one hundred and thirty

four acres &amp; seven eighths of an acre  To have and to hold the

afore granted premises to the said Euclydus &amp; David &amp; to their

heirs &amp; assigns to their use &amp; Behalf forever &amp; I do covenant

with the said Euclydus &amp; David &amp; their heirs &amp; assigns that I

am lawfully seized in fee of the afore granted premises that

they are free of all emcumbrances that I have good right to sell

&amp; convey the same to the aforesaid Euclydus &amp; David &amp; that I will

warrant &amp; defend the same premises to the said Euclydus Longshore

&amp; David Longshore &amp; to their heirs &amp; assigns forever against the

lawful claims of all persons.  In witness whereof I the said

Thomas Brown &amp; Betsey, my wife in token of her assent &amp; release

of dower in the premises have hereunto set our hands &amp; seals

the fourth day of Sept 1811
	_____________________________________

In presence of				Thomas Brown

Sophronia Brown				Betsy Brown

Mary Thurston		Be it remembered that on the 11th day

of Feb., 1812, personally approved

State of Ohio		Thomas Brown &amp; Betsey his wife who being

Delaware, County	examined separate &amp; apart from her hus-


band the each acknowledged the foregoing instrument to be their

free act and deed --  In Witness whereof I have hereunto set my

hand &amp; seal the day above written  Soloman Jones   J P

Received and recorded the forgoing deed this 14 day of Feb 1812

				   Mert Reuben Lamb, recorder

				   Delaware County


(Note)  The preceding document was all hand written, of course,

with no punctuation or abbreviation except that "and" was

always written "&amp;".
      
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                    <text>[page 21]

[corresponds to page 19 of I-DENTITY]

From the description in this deed and comparison with a

map of this area in 1811 and 1860, it is pretty well determined

that David's farm lay west of Sunbury, beginning at the corner

of St.Rt. 37 and Twp. Rt. 72, running along the southside of County

Rt 72 as far as the Henry Beaver farm.  At the corner of RT. 37,

in more recent years, this area was known as the Burt Cornell

farm, and the old brick house about 1/8 mile west of Rt. 37 on Co. Rt.

72 was the homestead.  Remnants of this house still lay there

up until about 10 years ago, when a new ranch-style house was

built by that grove of trees, and some of that farmland was

portioned into building lots.  Jon-Jon's Restaurant is on the

corner now of Rts. 37 &amp; Twp. Rt. 72.  David's son, John, owned

land in this same territory which partially adjoined his father's

and that land is now owned by the V.M. Green heirs.  Before it

came into the Green ownership, the land in the general area was

owned by Griste and Landon families.  The original land purchase

passed from Longshore hands before 1860, probably at the time of

David's decease in 1858.  Coincidentally, before he had any know-

ledge of where his ancestors had first settled, a descendant of

David's, Russell Longshore, purchased an acreage across the road

from the original plot and built a house on it 17 years ago (1959)!

	At the turn of the 19th century, the land where David took

up abode could scarecely be seen for the trees; now the land can

scarcely be seen for the houses, shopping center, and commercial

buildings:  Super highways have replaced the scenic byways and

the accelerated pulse of modern civilization - even in this rural

area - has supplanted the leisurely heart throb of nature and its

wonders.  But then, that's progress!  Everyone enjoys the modern

conveniences but they want the slower pace, and somehow oil and

water just don't mix.

	"Despite technological advances, inventions, and explor-

ations that would have seemed miraculous to our grandparents;

indeed, that even seem miraculous to us, people are still people.

Go back in time - or forward - ten years, a hundred, or a thousand -

you'll find people loving, hating, desiring, and fearing the same

things as thoday.  You'll find people valuing the same things -

success, status, comfort, friendship, love."  An excerpt from

THE MASTERY OF PEOPLE by Auren Uris.

	In this bicentennial year, it is popular to look back to

"the good ole days" and see only the good part; especially when

the TV announcer comes on with his "and this is the way it was,

200 years ago"  accompanied by a fife and drum playing their

version of "Yankee Doodle".  A little tingle goes up the spine

and one feels a yearning for the peace (?) of bygone days.  It

is easy then to forget the hardships the pioneers faced each day.
 
It is doubtful if anyone of this generation could accurately define

a pioneer hardship because no one nowadays has experienced it; so

"starvation", "privation", "Indian massacre" are just words in today's

vocabulary.  But then, possibly, the pioneer could not define the

words of this day, such as:  "mugging", "freak-outs", "spaced out",

"murder contracts", et cetera.


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[corresponds to page 20 of I-DENTITY]

Possible Eucyldus III Family Connections:


Muskingum Co. Marriage Records (1804-1835)


	Longshore, Amos md Lydia Hopkins	 4/13/1834

		(Brushcreek Twp)

	Longshore, David to Sarah Ellen Butt	 2/14/1826

	Longshore, Thomas to Effie Boyd		 4/  /1830

	Longshore, Elizabeth to Benjamin Berry	 1/24/1830

	Longshore, Elizabeth to Morris Worstall	12/19/1833

		(Brushcreek Twp)

	Longshore, Ruth to Benjamin Crane	 1/ 4/1831

___________

	Longshore, Perry d 1865 A 20 Pvt Co B of 159th O.N.G.

		(Everhart's History of Muskingum Co.) publ 1882 p.308

___________

	"Bethel Cemetery, Newtown Twp, Muskingum Co., Ohio"

In the book was the notation, "sons of Euclidus &amp; S.E. Longshore",

but it was not clear which names were the sons.


	David Longshore b 3/4/1804 d 3/5/1873

	Mathilda Scott Longshore b 2/2/1817 d 7/28/1896

	Burzellaw Longshore d 1/21/1895 age 26Y 11M 9D

	John W. Longshore d 11/4/1865 - 1Y12D

	Thomas Longshore 10/10/1807 d 10/12/1886

	Effie Boyd Longshore 3/6/1803 d 4/30/1885

		(Daughter of Robert Boyd, Revolutionary War soldier)


Other Longshore researchers have additional information on this

line, so it would be possible to follow through on this line, if

interested.

		    ________________________

	And so it has been established that David and Elizabeth

(Warner) Longshore emigrated to Ohio in 1806, and came to Del-

aware County by 1808, lived in Sunbury (had to be township),

and then settled on the farm west of town by 1811.  Soon three

more boys and three girls were added to the score making a total

of eight.

	
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                    <text>[page 23]

[corresponds to page 21 of I-DENTITY]

Zada Longshore, widow of Gail Longshore, contributed the

following chart which had been given to Gail by Seth Longshore

when Gail was asking him one day about the family history.

	"David &amp; Sara* Longshore came from Vermont* 1806.  Gail's great,

great grandfather settled in brick house west of Sunbury."

Charles:  Eugenie (Carpenter)

Warner:   Harriett (Ginn),     	Norton, Allen
	  
	  Allie (Foster)       	Albert, Noah, Edith
				
	  Minnie (Budd)		
	
	  Elmine (Youman)	Veo, Otis, Gail


Cyrus:  Truman, 	Isaac Newton,  Charles, Jonathan, Harlow
	
	May	Clem	Seth		David

	Nell	Edd	Mark		Minor

	Dean	Will			Sid

	I.N				Molly Jane

	Milo				Dell

(This chart noted that David I had 3 daughters-;

in major points it agrees with this

compiler.)


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                    <text>[page 24]

[corresponds to page 22 of I-DENTITY]

Family of David Longshore

LONGSHORE DAVID	b 1/25/1779  d 11/3/1858  Age 79Y 9M 8D md about

		1802 to Elizabeth Warner (1/22/1783 d 8/8/1840

		Age 57Y 6M 17D  They emigrated from Pa. to Ohio

		in 1806 Settled in Del. Co. Berkshire Twp 1808

		Issue:  I


		I A	John		1803-1877	b Pa.

		I B	Cyrus		1804-1870	b Pa.

		I C	Warner		1807-1892	b Ohio

		I D	Rachel		1810-1852	b Ohio

		I E	Sarah		1816-		b Ohio

		I F	Charles		1818-1904	b Ohio

		I G	David Jr.	1822-		b Ohio

		I H	Girl		____		b Ohio	


	Since this compiler has no data on the third girl, at

present, all the descendants hereafter mentioned will stem

from one of these seven children of David and Elizabeth's.

	After the first Elizabeth's death in 1840, David married

another Elizabeth (Betsey Benton) and she survived him.

	Apparently David did not leave a will but following is an

inventory or schedule of his property, which evidently was done

room by room:

	David Longshore - Oliver Stark Administrator

	Dec., 10, 1858

	12 month support ($200.) to widow

	Appraisal - 1 set of dishes, 2 chairs, 2 bureaus, brass

	clock, 1 stand, 1 lott of carpenting, 1 table &amp; oil cloth,

	1 pair andirons, 1 tar bucket, 1 cubboard, 1 bedquilt &amp;

	old carpet, 1 kettle, 1 iron kettle, 2 iron kettles, 1

	small brass kettle, 1 feather bed, 1 small brass kettle,

	1 feather bed, 1 small brass kettle, feather bed, 1 bed-

	stead, 1 coverlid, 2 blankets, 2 bedquilts, 2 bedquilts,

	4 bedquilts, 3 bedquilts, 1 bedstead, 1 chest of drawers,

	1 looking glass, 1 lott of carpeting, 1 looking glass, 1

	set of harness, 1 fanning mill, 1 saddle, 1 cream mare


	Sarah Carpenter	(Fester Utley, Roswell F. Fowles,

			 Norman Detrick, appraisors)

	Appraisal of all chattels &amp; goods

	Schedule of personal property belonging to widow not

	accounted for:  1 bed &amp; bedding, 1 table, 6 knives &amp; 6

	forks, 6 plates, 6 teacups &amp; saucers, 12 spoons, 1 cook-

	stove, all clothing of widow &amp; deceased, 6 chairs, library

	not to exceed $50., 1 family Bible, all ornaments of

	widow.


	Notes:  S.Carpenter -$23.20; George Benton - $20.00

		Personal property sold on Jan. 6, 1859

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                    <text>[page 25]

[corresponds to page 23 of I-DENTITY]

Sarah Carpenter, Alfred Benton, Norton Longshore, Cyrus

	Longshore, Alex McD Wlaker, J.D. Wilcox, Wm. McDaniel,

	David Longshore, J.W. Longshore, John Longshore,Charles

	Longshore

	Betsey Longshore received year allowance of $200.

John Longshore, first child of David


I A	John  b Pa in 1803 d 3/18/1877  (death due to a tumor) A 74

	Clarinda ____ (b 1807 d 1871 b in N.Y.) d A 64 bd Sunbury,O.

	Issue:  II

	1	David b 1827

	2	Aaron b 1829 d 1855 A 26Y

	3  	Hannah b 1842 d 1864 A 22 Y


I B	Cyrus b Pa in 1804 d 1870 of dropsy  age 66 bd Trenton Cem.

	Margaret (Young) md 6/22/1826.


To give a clear idea of Cyrus and Margaret's life, her biography

is repeated here, although it was used earlier.

	"Margaret Longshore, P.O.Condit; was born July 2, 1804,

	a dau. of Christian and Sallie (Linderman) Young; her

	father settled in Ohio about 1816, and farmed near Galena

	until his death in 1838.  She was married June 22, 1826,

	to Cyrus Longshore, by whom she has had six children,

	four are now living; her husband was born Nov. 24, 1804,

	in Muskingum Co., Ohio, and came with his parents to

	Delaware Co. about 1808, settling west of Sunbury on a

	farm owned by Mrs. (Margaret) Longshore; he died May 3, 1870"

	
	Issue:  11   six sons  all born Ohio

	1 - Jonathan Longshore		1827 -

	2 - Minor Longshore		1829-1856

	3 - Charles Longshore		1830-1921

	4 - Truman Longshore		1833-1913

	5 - Harlow A. Longshore		1835-

	6 - Isaac Newton Longshore	1839-1920


Cyrus farmed east of Sunbury, between Condit and Vans Valley,

on what is now State Route 605, on a farm now known as the 

Ted Gray farm.  In the 1860 

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                    <text>[page 26]

[corresponds to page 24 of I-DENTITY]

Census, his worth was listed as

$5775 Real Estate value and $1000 personal property, which

compared to other listings was quite prosperous for farmers

in the area.  Tradition has it that an old Indian used to stop

to visit Cyrus and to trade items for whiskey.  The tavern

was just about a half mile away where the Zieschang house is.

The Indian told that there was a silver mine in that are

but none was ever found.


	Cyrus Longshore's will follows:

	Will of Cyrus Longshore


	In the name of the benevolent Father of all

	I Cyrus Longshore in view of the certainty of Death

	and the uncertainty of life do make and publish this

	my last will and testament

Item 1	I direct that after my decease all my just debts and

	funeral expenses be paid by my Executors out of my

	estate




Item 2	I direct that my beloved wife Margaret Longshore have

	the entire use and controll of all my estate boath

	real and personal during her natural life

Item 3  I direct that should the rents and incomes of my said

	estate be not sufficient for her maintainance and

	support in the style in which we are now living that

	said estate be sold and so much of the proceed as may

	be necessary used for her support as aforesaid

Item 4	I direct that at the death of my said wife my estate

	that may be remaining be equally divided among my heirs

	as follows

	To wit my sons Charles Truman Harlo A. and Isaac

	Newton and the heirs of my deceased son J.W. Longshore

Item 5	I hereby nominate and appoint my wife Margaret Long-

	shore and my son Truman Longshore my Executors of this

	my last will and testament

	In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and

	seal this twenty fourth Day of April A.D. one thousand

	eight hundred and seventy

		
			Cyrus Longshore (his own signature)


	E.H. Dent

	John Sinkey

		We E.H. Dent and John Sinkey hereby certify

		that Cyrus Longshore signed the foregoing

		instrument in our presence as his will and

		that we signed the same in his presence as

		witnesses


						E.H. Dent

						John Sinkey

This document was done in beautiful handwriting, with the

punctuation (mostly by spacing), capitalization, and spelling

popular in that period)
_______________________________________________________________

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                    <text>[page 27]

[corresponds to page 25 of I-DENTITY]

IIB 1	Jonathan Longshore - sone of Cyrus - b 1827 d ____ Born

	in Ohio md Clarissa Lewis 1852 (3/1) Delaware Co.,b 1833

	Issue III

	1 - Volney L.	b 1853

	2 - Truman D.	b 1855

	3 - Miles N.	b 1857

	4 - Ida B. 	b 1859

	5 - Ada		b 1859


IIB 2	Minor Longshore - son of Cyrus -b 1829 d 6/15/1856 A 27

	md Sarah Clark in 1854 (11/16) in Delaware Co., Ohio

	Issue:  III

	1 -  Harold


IIB 3	Charles Longshore - sone of Cyrus - b 11/30/1830 d 3/19/1921

	bd Marysville, Union Co., Ohio; he was a Civil War Veteran,

	lost a leg in the war and wore a wooden leg.  md

	Susan Tracy (b Muskingum County, be Marysville).  Susan

	was a dau of David Tracy


II B -	3 Family of Charles Longshore (sone of Cyrus)

	Issue:  III

	1 - Sidney Longshore

	2 - Mary E. Longshore

	3 - Jane Longshore

	4 - Bertha Longshore

	5 - Minor William Longshore

	6 - Molly Longshore

	7 - Annie Longshore

	8 - David Longshore


Note -	Glen (grandson of Minor (Tine) and his wife, Cheryl

	Longshore, of Salem, Oregon, are also researchers.

	They sent the information on the Charles (Cyrus' son)

	Longshore family, also the following pictures of Minor

	and Janetta Longshore and their young family.

	Glen's father, Irven Longshore, remembers his grandfather,

	Charles' wooden leg and the fact his father, Minor Wm.

	(Tine) played at Murphys's Hill near Sunbury, Ohio, as

	a boy.  (The Murphys and Trenton Twp. Longshores lived

	on farms in the same community.  It was always said the

	two families emigrated to Ohio about the same time.


	Although one of Charles' children was born in Ill. in

	1858, and possibly the family lived there at that time,

	the family was listed in the Ohio 1860 census with

	Charles as a farmer worth $7200 real estate and $1000

	personal worth; this rated as very prosperous at that

	time in the Delaware County farming community.  His

	father's worth at that time was

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                    <text>[page 28]

[corresponds to page 26 of I-DENTITY]

 estimated to be $5775.

	At any rate, it is known that Charles was married and

	a father at the time of the Civil War.

	
	Issue:  III

	1 - Sidney - no info on this

	2 - Mary E. - b 1857

	3 - Jane    - b 1858 in Illinois md Sivey (1) &amp; Arts (2)

	4 - Bertha  - b ____    md Raymer

	5 - Minor Wm.-b 1861 (more about him later)

	6 - Molly   - b about 1856 d A 46 4/2/1903 (Longshore

		      Reunion Book) md Jaunt Grandstaff.  Molly

		      d in Magnetic Springs, Ohio

	7 - Annie   - b 1871 in Harlem Twp. d A 46 on 11/9/1916

		      md David Gilbert (Bert) Meddles (d 1921)

	8 - Bert    - b ____ died age 14

IIB  3	Family of Charles Longshore (son of Cyrus) continued

	through Charles' son, Minor Wm. Longshore


 	IIIB 5	Minor William (Tine) Longshore b 6/9/1861 in Union Co., O.

		d 3/29/1943 in Hardin Co., Ohio md Janetta Hites (dau.

		of Benjamin and Margaret McGinnis Hites - b 8/26/1870

		d 4/6/1898 md Janetta in Richwood, Ohio and both Minor

		and Janetta are bd at Roundhead Cemetery, Roundhead, O.

		Janetta b McDonald Twp., Hardin Co., Ohio  Minor was

		md before and his lst wife's and child's names are

		unknown but they are bd in Sunbury Cemetery.  It is

		thought they were either typhoid or TB victims.

		Issue:	IV  8 children

		     1	Florence May b 2/6/1899 d 7/8/1937 in Ridgeway, O.

			d Russell Point, O.  Md Truman Dunn Herring

			in 1918

			Issue:  V  Minor, Joan, Russell, Bob Herring


		     2	Sidney Ray Longshore b 4/28/1902 in McDonald Twp.

			Hardin Co., O. md Cloa Orth 12/24/1923 in Kenton, O.

			Issue:  V  Melvin Longshore

	
		     3  Carl Clayton Longshore b 5/9/1904 McDonald Twp

			spent a year in Kansas where he found his wife

			and brought her back here.  At one time her

			family had lived in a sod house in his yard for

			exhibition.  As a consequence, there was a big

			write-up about it in a Sunday Columbus Dispatch

			a couple years ago, and sightseers go to see it.

			Prospect, Ohio commissioned him and a crew of men

			to build one for display in the Park as a bicentennial

			exhibit.  He built that one in 11 days.  Carl md

			Florence Opal Symonton on 9/17/1927 in Colby, Kansas.

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                    <text>[page 29]

[corresponds to page 27 of I-DENTITY]

Family of Minor William (Tine) Longshore continued
________________________________________________________________________

			Issue:  V - Vinita, Ralph, and Carlyne Longshore

			     1	Vinita b 1928 md Earl Tillman

				Issue:  VI

					1  Larry Tillman b 1948


			     2  Ralph Longshore b 1931 md Helen Oathodt

				Issue:  VI
					
					1  Randy b 1966


			     3  Carlyne Longshore b 3/24/1938 md Garry

				Massie  No ch.


		     4	Ethel Longshore md Crew Ferguson

			Issue:  VI

				Robert, Blanche, Dwight, Fred Ferguson



IIIB  5  -  	IV
		   
		     5  Unnamed Boy d age 10 da either 1907/08

        	     6  Irven Roscoe Longshore b 9/19/1909, McDonald Twp,
	
			Hardin Co., Ohio md Vivian Mary Thomas on 6/11/1939

			Glendora, Calif.

			Issue:	V

			     1	Glen Longshore b	Lives in Salem, Oregon

				md Cheryl Frad

		     7	Juanita Gertrude b 8/29/1911 in Huntsville, Ohio

			md Wilbur Barnhart

			Issue:  V  Patricia, Lester, Richard Barnhart


		     8	Perry Elwood Longshore b 5/1/1913 md June Harraman

		  	Issue:  V

			     1	Harold Eugene Longshore b 9/28/1938 md

	
				Issue:  VI

				     1	Cheryl Ann Longshore b 6/21/1958

					in Kenton, O. md 5/14/1976 to

					Darrell Wampler (11/15/1956) son of

					Eugene and Doris Wampler


				     2	Linda Lee Longshore b 5/10/1960 in

					Marysville, Ohio

					
				     3	Gary Eugene Longshore b 12/11/1962

					in Kenton

				     4	David Neil Longshore b 8/3/1964 b

					in Richwood

				     5	Harold Eugene Longshore, Jr. 7/28/1968

					in Sunbury, O.


			     2	Barbara Longshore md Clifford Conley

				Issue:  Timothy Wayne b about 1965, (adopted

					when an infant) Conley


			     3	Nancy Longshore md Bud Yoakam

				Issue:  VI  Mike, Tony, Penny Yoakam


			     4  Jeannie Longshore md Bob Hildreth

				Issue:  VI  Ricky and Robin


			     5  Minor LeRoy d infancy

			    
			     6	Gary Lee Longshore died in infancy

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                    <text>[page 30]

[corresponds to page 28 of I-DENTITY]

The Family of Cyrus (IB) continues.
_________________________________________________________________________

Truman Longshore is the fourth son of Cyrus and should

come next but because his line is so prolific, it seems best

to skip him for the moment and compile his two younger brothers

now.  
_________________________________________________________________________

II B	5	Harlow A. Longshore, fifth son of Cyrus, b 1835 d ____

		He married Massa Linnabary ( b 1843) on 2/8/1864

		According to deed transfers at Del. Co. C H in Ohio,

		Harlow and wife, Massa, purchased land from Sarah E.

		Longshore (probably Mrs. David Jr.) in 1866 and in

		1870 sold this same land to Cyrus Longshore, his father.

		Evidently they then moved from the area and no further

		trace has been found to date, by this compiler.  In the 

		1860 Census, he was age 25, living in his father's 

		house, farming.


II B	6	Issac Newton Longshore b 6/14/1839 d 5/11/1920 bd Trenton

		Md Angeline T. Bourne (1840-1936) on 11/23/1865.  In

		the 1880 HISTORY OF DELAWARE CO. by Baskins, it says

		that I.N. Longshore was very active in the Christian

		Union Church (Bethel, in Licking Co.), of which he was

		an Elder and Superintendent of Sunday Schools.  The

		biography also states he once carried mail from Johns-

		town to Newark daily for one year, worked as a carpen-

		ter for years, but mostly he farmed.  Angeline was

		born in Ohio just one year after her parents, Almerian

		and Elizabeth (Jewett) Bourn who were born in Mass.,

		came to Ohio in 1839.  "After marriage, I.N. and Angeline

		settled on the old homestead where their resident still

		is (in 1880).  (This is where the Harvey McElroy farm

		now is on Ross Rd., Trenton Twp.)  In May of 1880, I.N.

		sold his farm for $1000.  cash and soon after bought one

		of 47 acres at $60.00 an acre from A. C. Bowers; he

		also worked 83 acres of his mother's (Cyrus' and Margaret's)

		farm."  In late years he retired to a house and lot in

		Condit across from the schoolhouse and cemetery.  His

		son, Seth, then took over the farming.

		Issue III: Alvey Seth and Mark

		1 - 	Alvey Seth b. 1867 died 1953 md Estella M. (1872-1952)

			both buried in Trenton Cemetery, Condit, Ohio. Seth was a farmer.

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[corresponds to page 29 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the family of Isaac Newton, the 6th child of Cyrus, Seth and Estella 
Longshore family
________________________________________

		Issue IV  Eva, Von, Fern, and Iva Longshore

		1 -	Eva Longshore b 1891 on 10/26/1923 md Grover

			Gorsuch (d 1/28/1971)

			Issue  V:

			1 -	Ceeta Gorsuch b 12/4/1927 md on 12/23/1951 to

				Lawrence J. Sillan live in Newark

				Issue  VI:

				1 -	Robert Emory Sillan b 9/1952

				2 -	Diane Sillan b 1957


		2 -	Von Longshore b 1896 md Clifton Feasel 10/19/1922

			live in Condit, Ohio  no ch.

[obituary: Lucile Bailey]


		3 -	Fern b 1893 d 1979 md. Harry Cornell on 6/19/1913

			Harry died 1963 from effects of a paralyzing stroke

			a few years earlier.  He was a school bus driver

			and later a railroader.  They had lived in Trenton

			Twp., Mt. Vernon, and in late years during his

			invalidism, they lived with son, Alva, in Cincinnati,

			where Fern kept house for him and his motherless

			daughters.  Harry died there.

[obituary: Fern Elizabeth Cornell]

			Issue:  V: Lucille Cornell and Alva Clay Cornell

			1 -	Lucille Cornell b 4/20/1914 md Dale Bailey

				10/10/1934
					
					 They live in Trenton Twp. Dale Bailey

				recently retired as Landmark County Manager

			Issue:  VI-	Marvin, Joan, Mary Lou

				1. Marvin Bailey b 8/20/1935 md Gwendolyn

					in 1955  Marvin is an employee of Landmark

					Inc.  They live in Delaware, Ohio

					Issue: VII Bruce, Keith, Steve Bailey

					1 - Bruce Bailey b 9/3/1956

					2 - Keith Bailey b 9/5/1958

					3 - Steve Bailey b 1/29/1960


				2 -	Joan Bailey b 5/20/1937 md Richard Moore on

				5/29/1955, Richard farms near Johnstown

			Issue: VII	Don, Carolyn, Dianne, Linda, Connie Moore

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[corresponds to page 30 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the family of Isaac Newton, the 6th child of Cyrus-Family of
 
Seth and Estella descendants.
____________________________________________________________________________


[obituary:  Forest Dale Bailey]


					

			3 -	Mary Lou Bailey b 1/17/1940 md Ted C. Harper

				They live in Columbus

			Issue  VI-

					1 - Kenny Dale Harper b 4/23/1964
	
					2 - Lee Orva Harper b 8/23/1965



II B	6			V 2 - 	Alva Clay Cornell b 9/26/1917 md Ruth McKenzie

(III 1)			      	on 2/19/1943

				Issue  VI-

				1 - Charles David Cornell b 1/16/1944 to Ruth

				Alva and Ruth divorced

				Alva md Iola Frye (d in 1961)

				2 - Alice Jean Cornell     b 5/29/1953
				
				3 - Phyllis Marie Cornell  b 5/29/1953
				
				Alva md Bina Von Bolborth on 1/3/1969
				
				No children.  They live in Cincinnati, Ohio
				
				IV 4 	Iva Longshore b. md Harold Bailey on 9/30/1920
				
				He farms.  They live on Trenton Rd. in Harlem Twp.
			
				Delaware County, Ohio
				
				Issue V- Marcella Bailey
				
				1 -	Marcella Bailey b 5/9/1921 md Forrest Earl
				
					Edwards in 1937 Divorced
					
						Issue VI Forrest LeRoy (Jack Edwards b 

						11/19/1937
					
					Marcella md2 George Lynn in 1942 and live Trenton

					Twp. Delaware County, Ohio
					
					Issue  VI  Carolyn Sue Lynn and Peggy Lorraine 
				
					1 - Carolyn Sue Lynn b 5/29/1947 

					md Robert Smith in 1965
					
					    
					    Issue VII:					    
   
					    1 - Bobby Smith
					    
					    2 - Jodie Smith
					    
					    3 - Shelly Smith
					    
					    4 - Jennifer Smith
					    
					    
					2 - Peggy Lorraine Lynn b 9/28/1950 
					
					    Md Robert Berridge live in Harlem

					 Twp. Delaware County
					    
					    Issue  VII:
					    
					    1 - Valerie Berridge
					    
					    2 - Patricia Berridge

Issue III - Mark b. 1868- There is a great mystery in connection with Mark. As a young

man, he suddenly decided to take a trip; later writing an affectionate letteer from

Wisconsin to his parents expressing regret as to necessary for the trip but still not

explaining it. He was never heard from again. His grieving family and fiance could only

believe he had met with foul play somewhere.

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                    <text>[page 33]

[corresponds to page 31 of I-DENTITY]

	Carlyle once said that "History is the essense of innumerable
	
	biographies".  An appropriate follow-up might be a statement
	
	by Longfellow in which he said, "We judge ourselves by what
	
	we feel capable of doing, while we judge others by what they
	
	have done."  Oft times later generations can be inspired by the
	
	achievements of those gone on before or be put on guard by their
	
	failures.  We cannot rest on the laurels of our ancestors; neither
	
	are we held to account for their deeds; we can rise above or sink
	
	below their character, but the fact remains we are a composite
	
	of our ancestors and that is why Susie may "take after" Aunt Mary
	
	or Johnny after Uncle Joe or Granddad.  Strange how the genes
	
	work

_______________________________________________________________________________


	After the death of Truman's 2nd wife, Lucretia, in 1881, Truman brought
	
his motherless children back to Ohio and he never went out west again.  The

children were taken in by various family members until old enough to go on their

own.  Since Harriet (Longshore) and her husband, George Ginn, only had one child,

Elmine, at home they took 14 year old Milo into their home.  One day when Milo

was near 18 years of age, he went downtown to get a loaf of bread for his aunt.

Two years later he returned and tossed a loaf of bread on the table, saying,

"Here's your loaf of bread!"

	The 2nd time he left he kept in contact with them.  The Ginns also had been
	
in Iowas for three years but George become so homesick they came back to Ohio.

This was prior to Truman's tragedy.
			

		  	   
	When Clem Longshore, along with his parents, Truman and Lucretia and their
	
family were traveling out west from Ohio, they used a flat bed wagon.  They

had a team of horses, two cows, one sow, and a dog.  On the wagon was a bed,

dresser, and two stoves.  The womenfolk rode on the wagon and drove the team

while the father and sons walked.  When they came to a cabin, it was customary

for that family to provide accommodations for the travelers.  They fed the

family and livestock.  The men of the house went outside and slept under the

wagon with the traveling men while the women all slept inside the house.


	When the Longshores arrived at their destination, they turned the horses
	
out to pasture.  The horses ran off toward home with the dog.  The dog made it
	
on home but the horses stopped at the "big river".  Later the horses were found

beside a large river (which lay on the homeward route) which evidently they

were reluctant to cross. A postcard informed the

Longshores of the horses' whereabouts.  Truman took a train to retrieve the

horses.





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                    <text>[page 34]

[corresponds to page 32 of I-DENTITY]

	YOUR NAME
		       
	You got it from your father,
	
	   It was all he had to give,
		
	So it's yours to use and cherish
	
	   For as long as you may live.
	   
	   
	If you abuse the watch he gave you,
	
	   It can always be replaced,
	   
	But a black mark on your name,
	
	   Can never be erased.
	   
	   
	It was clean the day he gave it
	
	    And a worthy name to bear,
	    
	When you got it from your father
	
	    There was no dishonor there.
	    
	    
	So make sure you guard it wisely, for
	
	    After all is said and done,
	    
	You'll be glad the name is spotless
	
	   When you give it to your son.


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                    <text>[page 35]

[corresponds to page 34 of I-DENTITY]

Truman Longshore

Fourth Son of Cyrus Longshore II B4

	The Truman Longshore line is being recorded out of sequence of Cyrus'

sons because his family seemed to be more prolific, plus the fact he and most

of his Ohio ancestors and their descendants remained or still live in the

particular area where this compiler lives. Therefore, information is more

accessible as well as personal knowledge and contact with the subjects and

availability of resource material gives more insight to this line. Every effort has

been made to research the other lines and all submitted material has been

appreciated and used. Consequently an abundance of data follows: possibly Job

14:1-9 expresses what he may have felt at times: "Man is born of woman, is of

few days, and full of trouble."

	Truman was one of the four, out of six, sons who survived his father,

Cyrus; Jonathan and Minor having died before 1870. He and his mother, 

Margaret were executors of Cyrus' will. Truman was sort of a jack-of-all-trades,

having farmed a great amount, he was a competent teamster, operated a 

sawmill and tile mill, et cetera. He must have been somewhat of an adventurer

considering that he got around considerably for that day of poor traveling 

facilities. The railroad came to Delaware in 1851 and it was called the "Big Four"

since it ran through Cleveland,  Columbus, Cincinnati, and Indianapolis, and

Truman could have used its accommodations some of the time. At any rate, get

around he did, whether by horseback, carriage, stagecoach, covered wagon, or

by rail. To travel by any of these methods required super desire, courage, a

strong constitution, and perseverance! Truman may have been enticed to

pursue greener pastures by the lectures of Horace Greeley who was a journalist

and politician who went around over the country lecturing with the clarion call

"Go west, young man!" hinting of riches and acclaim that lay just beyond for

the going and claiming. It is known that some of Truman's Longshore cousins

also answered this call and went West; perhaps forming a wagon train.

Rumblings from some of the wives' grumblings are still being heard of, such as;

"Haint no sense to it at all!" The women were content with their lot in life right

where they were. The gold rush of 1849 (although Truman at 14 was too young

to embark at that time) may have had some appeal although there is no record

of any Longshore having found gold! Some of the Longshores must have found

something they liked in Illinois and Iowa because some went and stayed. Most

of them eventually came back to Ohio and their roots here.

	It is known that Truman found his first wife, Larusia Bouier, in Peoria,

Illinois in 1859. Most likely he lived out there farming before and in the early 

part of his marriage. His son, Clem, many times told the story of his father's

second move out to Illinois. They went by covered wagon. In the late fall, they

turned the horses out to open pasture as was the custom there. The horses and

dog must have been homesick because they ran off toward Ohio. Later the

horses were found beside a large river (which lay on the homeward route)

which evidently they were reluctant to cross. The dog left them (as compared to 

Ohio's at that time) and said that one time he harrowed corn all day and didn't 

get over the field.

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                    <text>[page 36]

[corresponds to page 35 of I-DENTITY]

It is thought that the first three of Truman's children

were born in Ohio and the other five in Illinois.  It is re-

corded that Will was born in Ohio and that Clem was born in

a log house on his grandfather Cyrus' farm - possibly the tenant

house, in 1865.  Truman was back in Ohio at that time and also

in 1870 at the time of his father's death.  Larusia had died

the year before at age 35.  She is buried at Condit, Ohio.  In

1871, Truman married Lucretia [underlined] Peters.  A copy of her father's

biography follows:  Also taken from Baskins 1880 Delaware County

History  --

	Daniel H. Peters, farmer and stockraiser; P.O. Green,

	Licking County, Ohio is a son of William and Sarah

	(Bashford) Peters; his father was of English descent,

	and born in Maryland; his mother of Irish descent;

	her father was from Cork, Ireland.  Mr. Peters's father

	emigrated to Ohio about 1816, and his grandfather came

	to America in 1808, and served awhile in the War of

	1812.  Mr. Peters was born Jun 26, 1820, in Pickaway

	County, Ohio and came to Licking Co., in April, 1822.

	Nov. 27, 1842, he was married to Miss R. Iles; she

	was born in Licking Co.; they had nine children -

	Sarah J., Lucretia, James W. Effie, Oliver, Emma,

	William P., Melissa, and Martha.  His wife died Oct. 6,

	1863; she was a member of the M.E. Church.  Daniel

	was again married, in 1864, to Mary A., daughter of

	Edward and Mary Lake, by whom he had six children;

	five living - Rose D., Frank J., Milton H., Mark M.,

	William S. and John M who died Nov. 21, 1869.  He

	(Daniel) lived, after marriage in Licking Co. four

	years and then rented his present farm of 124 acres,

	which he bought two years afterward.  About 1859,

	he learned the carpenter's trade, and has thus been

	enabled to make his own farm improvements; in 1864, he

	commenced dealing in Spanish merino sheep, which he

	supplies to those wanting at fair prices; he has

	filled his share of the township offices, and is now

	a member of the Christian Union Church, as are also

	five members of his family.  He has served as Supt. of

	Sunday School for 25 yrs, and many years as Elder.

	This church now has membershp of 100.  He is a 

	member of Sparrow Lodge, No. 400, A.F.&amp; M.


According to a granddaughter, Daniel Peters score of children

reached 17!


(Daniel H. Peters:  June 26, 1820 - Aug 23, 1900 Mary I. Iles:  Jan. 17, 1840 - 

Nov. 10, 1900 b d in Wapello Cemetery, Iowa 


	After 1871, Truman and Lucretia moved to Ill. with his

family of three sons:  William, Edson B., and Clem.  Soon Dean,

Mae, Newton, Milo, and Nellie joined the throng.  But again

tragedy struck when Lucretia died in 1881 at age 36.  A broken

man returend to Ohio with a ['covered' crossed out] wagon load of motherless

children.  Will, the eldest at 21, returned to the West and was

married that fall.  It is thought that he kept 2 year old Nellie

and Newt, age 7. It is not known what 19 yr old Edson did but

Clem at age 16 was old enough to do a man's work so he lived

with his father's uncle, Warner and Cordelia and daughter, Mary,

on the farm.  Cordelia passed away in 1882 so then the spinster

daughter, Mary, kept house for her father and Clem.  Warner's

daughter,

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                    <text>[page 37] 

[corresponds to page 36 of I-DENTITY]

Harriett and her husband George Ginn, having only one (at home)

child, Elmine aged 9, took five year old Milo to raise.  Mae,

who was eight went to live with a sister of Lucretia's in Mich.

It is not known where Dean, aged 9, stayed, but when he turned 18

he went to Iowa where he settled.  So, compassionate relatives

"took in" the children and it was such a commendable thing to do.

Everyone did the best they could  but still the family circle was

broken.  However the family, though scattered hither and yon,

remained close in spirit and all kept in touch, visiting each as

often as possible.  Most of them eventually settled in Central

Ohio.  Truman did not set up housekeeping again until Mae was

old enough to keep house for him.  He then purchased a place

in Olive Green in 1886.  At that time a Doc Foster and Truman

became business partners in a tile mill.  All went well until

Doc decided to shoot himself dead in a tile kiln.  Just one more

upheaval in Truman's life.  He lived to age 78 and died in 1913.

All of his children lived long lives except Nellie, who died

at 35.  The others averaged out to over 78; Clem lived to be

the oldest-passing on at age 90 in 1955. 

	Reading of the trauma that went on in these families' lives

reminds one of Elizabeth Akers Allen's poem:

			Rock Me to Sleep

	Backward, turn backward, O Time in your flight,

	Make me a child again, just for tonight!

	Mother, come back from the echoless shore,

	Take me again to your heart as of yore;

	Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,

	Smooth a few silver threads out of my hair;

	Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;--

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!


	I am so weary of toil and of tears;

	Toil without recompense,

	Tears all in vain;

	Take them, and give me my childhood again!

	I have grown weary of dust and decay, -

	Weary of flinging my soul wealth away;

	Weary of sowing for others to reap; -

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!

Elizabeth Akers Allen's poem, "Rock Me to Sleep"

3rd verse


	Tired of the follow, the base, the untrue,

	Mother, O Mother, my heart calls for you!

	Many a summer the grass has grown green,

	Blossomed and faded, our faces between;

	Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain,

	Long I tonight for your presence again.

	Come from the silence so long and so deep; -

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!


	Over my heart in the days that are flown,

	No love like mother love ever has shown;

	No other worship abides and endures,

	Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours;

	None like a mother can charm away pain
	
	From the sick soul, and the world-weary brain,

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                    <text>[page 38]

[corresponds to page 37 of I-DENTITY]

Slumber's soft calm o'er my heavy lids creep; -

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!


	Come let your brown hair, just lighted with gold;

	Fall on your shoulders again, as of old;

	Let it drop over my forehead tonight,

	Shading my faint eyes away from the light;

	For with its sunny edged shadows once more,

	Happily will throng the sweet visions of yore;

	Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep; -

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!


	Mother, dear Mother, the years have been long

	Since I last listened your lullaby song;

	Sing, then unto my soul it shall seem

	Womanhood's years have been only a dream;

	Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,

	With your light lashes just sweeping my face,

	Never hereafter to wake or to weep; -

	Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!


This poem was found in McGuffey's Fifth Reader Revised.  It

is familiar to the scholars of that era.  Many committed it

to memory.


The data on the Truman Longshore line was supplied mostly by

Harold Longshore, son of Homer, and his mother, Bessie, who

live in Wapello, Iowa.  They have come to the Longshore reunions

throughout the years whenever possible and every year recently.

They have contributed greatly to the over-all effort to "keep

in touch".

The Family of Truman Longshore

Fourth Son of Cyrus Longshore


IB II 4 Truman Longshore b 11/6/1835 d 1/16/1913 md in 1859 to

Larusia Bouier (from Peoria Ill.- b 1834 d 2/20/1869 A 35) both

bd Trenton Cemetery, Condit, Ohio

Issue  III:

	1 - William Armanthus Longshore

	2 - Edson B. Longshore

	3 - Steven Clement Longshore


	III-	2 Edson B. Longshore b 11/6/1863 d 7/19/1944 md Jane

		Ham in 1909 Jane died 7/22/1913 No issue

		Edson married Edna Ward on 8/21/1918 Edna d 8/4/1967


		No issue

Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus line, William Armanthus Longshore Branch.

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III-1	William Armanthus Longshore (Will) b 10/6/1860 d 10/14/1934 

		Age 74 settled in Minnesota

		Most of his descendants live in that 

		general area of Albertlea, Minnesota.

		md Amy Jane Peters (b 5/19/1862) on 10/6/1881

		Will was a tall, big broad shouldered man It is thought that they kept his sister, 
		Nellie and brother, Newt, for awhile.  Will was a farmer; the first to

		raise field corn in the state of Minnesota.Prior to that,

		Minnesotans raised caffer corn. Will kept visiting Ohio and taking back samples of

		Ohio corn seed until finally he got a crop started

		there.

		Issue	IV: - Earl Francis, Louella May, Esther Longshore

		   1 -	Earl Francis Longshore b 12/17/1885 d 7/26/1954

			Md Merry Christmas Miller (b 12/25/1885) on

			Christmas Day, 1905

			Issue	V: - Beverly Elise, Lois, Miller,

				William Miller, and Rondald Longshore

				V-1  Beverly Elise Longshore b 3/8/1907

				md 9/29/1925 to Victor James

				Christensen (b 4/4/1907)

				Issue:	VI - Jeanne Marie, Lloyd

					LeRoy, Leslie James, Dale

					Lincoln Christensen

				VI - 1	Jeanne Marie Christensen b

					4/29/1927 md on 2/14/1945 to

					Carl B. Matthies (b 6/1922)

					Issue	VII: - Steven Carl and

						Wendy Jeanne Matthies

					VII - 1	Steven Carl Matthies b

						10/15/1945 md on 4/9/1966

						to Mary Bruder

					      2-Wendy Jeanne Matthies

						b 2/18/1950 

 VI - 2	Lloyd LeRoy Christensen b 7/13/1930 on 9/19/1954

	md Geraldine Bogan Schutz (b 11/10/1934)

	Issue	VII-	1 - Brian Scott Christensen b 9/7/1955

			2 - David Loyd Christensen  b 6/7/1959

			3 - Mark Allen Christensen  b 5/7/1962


      VI-3	Leslie James Christensen b 7/13/1930  on 12/31/1950

	md Yvonne Marie Amlet (b 7/6/1930)


Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus line, William Armanthus Longshore Branch


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	Issue:	VII	Cynthia Yvonne, Beth Ann, Leslie Jane,

			and Donna Ranae Christensen

		VII-1	Cynthia Yvonne Christensen b 9/30/1951

	            2	Beth Ann Christensen       b 7/17/1953

		    3	Leslie Jane Christensen    b 10/25/1958

		    4	Donna Ranae Christensen    b 8/15/1962


  VI-    4	Dale Lincoln Christensen b 9/4/1934 on 8/6/1955 md

	Martha Judith Bruder (b 6/28/1936)

	Issue VII	Dean Dale and Dianne Lynn Christensen

		VII-1	Dean Dale Christensen   b 12/23/1956

		    2	Dianne Lynn Christensen b 5/12/1958


 V-2	Lois Miller Longshore b 4/29/1915, on 10/19/1933 md

	Luther LaVern Dillavou - live in Albertlea, Minn.

	Luther LaVern Dillavou (b 3/4/1906)

	Issue VI:	Romelle Mae, Sandra Sue, Lois Geraldene,

			and Earl LaVern Dillavou

		VI-1	Romelle Mae Dillavou b 5/18/1936, on 5/28/1960

			md Ernest H. Enderson (b 7/14/1931) - Romelle

			md her first husband, George Flattum on

			7/18/1954, dv in 1957 - 2 children adopted

			by Ernest Enderson

			Issue	VII -	Gary Alvin, Constance Mae,

					Tomothy Ernest, and Patricia

					Jean Enderson

				VII-1	Gary Alvin (Flattum) Enderson

					b 4/29/1955

				    2	Constance Mae (Flattum) Enderson

					b 7/2/1956

				    3	Tomothy Ernest Enderson b 1/20/1961

				    4	Patricia Jean Enderson b 4/3/1962


		VI-2	Sandra Sue Dillavou b 8/5/1937 on 12/26/1955

			md Orin Roisen (b 3/8/1935)

			Issue VII-	Julie Gayle, Donna Lee, David

					Orrin, and Roger LaVern Roisen

				VII- 1	Julie Galye [Gayle] Roisen b 7/10/1956

				    2	Donna Lee Roisen b 12/1/1957

				    3	David Orrin Roisen b 1/1/1959

				    4	Roger LaVern Roisen b 4/1/1962

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[corresponds to page 40 of I-DENTITY]

Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus Longshore, William Armanthus Longshore Branch

continued

______________________________________________________________________________


V 2	Clifford C. Hammer b 10/21/1920, on 12/10/1921 md Betty Jean 

	LaValle (b 12/10/1921)

	Issue  VI

	  1 -	Annette Rae Hammer b 8/5/1941, on 6/9/1959 

		md Roger Alden Walberd (b 9/28/1939)

		Issue VII

		    1 - Richard Roger Walberd b 12/10/1961

	  2 -	Suzanne K. Hammer b 1/17/1948

	  3 - 	Charles C. Hammer b 3/4/1951


Third child of Wm. A. &amp; Amy J. (Peters) Longshore

IV - 3	Esther Elma Longshore b 1/1/0/1893, on 7/18/1908 md

	Alonzo Wilson Cram (b 9/19/1888 - d 9/11/1955)

	Issue	V: - Raymond Alonzo, Alma Beatrice, William Earl,

		    Amy Jane, Cleon Forrest, Clayton Clair, and

		    Marlene Rea Cram


	    V - 1  Raymond Alonzo Cram b 11/26/1908, on 12/20/1933

		   md Esther Alvira Anderson (b4/5/1914-
		 
		   d 7/30/1968)

                   Issue  VI:

		   	1- Lonene Cram b 10/11/1936 on 8/6/1957

		  	 md Vincent Novak (b 1/11/1934)
	
			2- Jack Cram b 6/30/1938, on 11/29/1958

			 md Mary Alice Pearce (b10/7/1941)

      
	    V - 2   Alma Beatrice Cram b 1/4/1911, on 3/19/1929

		    md Manly M. Olson (b 5/13/1909)

		    Issue VI - Doreen, Richard, Arlan, Karelyn

				Olson

				1 -  Doreen VonDell Olson b 9/8/1930

				     on 7/29/1950 md Clifford H.

				     Plaisance (b 9/8/1929)

				     Issue  VII

					  1 -	Kim Clifford Plaisance

						b 8/18/1951

					  2 -	Angelesque Dee Plaisance

						b 12/2/1954


				2 -  Richard Olson b 12/11/1931

				     on 8/9/1952 md Florence Young

				     b 10/10/1931

				     Issue  VII

					 1 - Cynthia Louise Olson b

					     7/27/1953

					 2 - Karen Ann Olson b

					     5/13/1956

					 3 - Julie Ann b 7/25/1958



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                    <text>[page 42]

[corresponds to page 41 of I-DENTITY]

Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus line, William Armanthus Longshore Branch

through the family of his daughter,Esther, his third and last child.

_________________________________________________________________________
Issue VI cont.

3 -Arlan Craig Olson b 8/25/1936, on 6/8/1957

	md yla Abbott (b 1/24/1937)

	Issue	VII:

	    1 -	Lisa Marie Olson b 4/11/1959

	    2 - Dayne Lynn Olson b 1/6/1961


     4 -Karelyn Kay Olson b 12/2/1938, on 8/3/1958 md

	Keith Alan Porter (b 6/8/1937)

	Issue 	VII:

	    1 -	Kristie Kay Porter b 7/2/1959

	    2 - Keith Alan Porter, Jr. b 1/14/1961


 V - 3	William Earl Cram b 12/15/1915, on 9/22/1934 md

	Hazel Torgerson (b 10/13/1914)

	Issue  VI:

	    1 -	Lonna Byll Cram b 5/28/1937 d 3/12/1971

	    2 - Kath E. Cram b 10/7/1954

 V - 4	Amy Jane b 5/13/1920 d 2/19/1926

 V - 5	Cleon Forrest Cram b 6/11/1922, on 10/16/1942 md

	Harriett Christenson

	Issue	VI:

	    1 - Marc A. Cram b 3/12/1946

	    2 - Todd A. Cram b 9/11/1947

	    3 - Carol Ann Cram b 7/7/1954


 V - 6	Clayton Clair Cram b 9/25/1929, on 9/26/1950 md

	Marlys Evenson (b 9/20/1930)

	Issue VI:

            1 - Nancy Jo Cram b 11/8/1951

	    2 - Jane Louise Cram b 11/1953


 V - 7	Marlene Rea Cram b 7/7/1935
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                    <text>[page 43]

[corresponds to page 42 of I-DENTITY]

Line of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus continued
_________________________________________________________________


	The Longshore train comes back to its Ohio source for a time and visits

with the third son of Truman's, Clem Longshore. Depot - Sunbury, Ohio and 

nearby areas.

	Clem's three sons all live rural route Sunbury and their children have 

about all settled nearby.  Clem Longshore was born in Ohio; at age 16, he came

back from Illinois with his family as the result of his stepmother, Lucretia's 

death.  He lived with his Uncle Warner's family in Trenton twp., Delaware

County and worked on the farm there.  Later he purchased the farm and 

remained there the rest of his 90 years.  The farm is now owned and operated 

by his son, Lester, who have lived on it all of his 76 years.

	Clem was a slightly built man, rather short in stature. Always in good 

humor.  He was a devoted husband caring tenderly for his wife Ella, during her invalidism

several years,before her death.  He was a widower for 24 years.  He 

enjoyed traveling.  His daughter-in-laws were as fond of him as his sons as he 

treated them with respect.  His grandchildren adored him.  On his 77th birthday 

he ice skated on the creek (in February) on his farm (this creek was and still is 

the recreational spot for the whole family).  

	His grandchildren loved to fish but did not want to clean the small fish 

so they would give them to Grandpa and he would clean them and fry them

crisp and crunch them, bones and all!  Although he visited each of his sons 

every day, he never caused any trouble because he never interfered in their 

business or took sides in any disagreements.  Everyone loved to see him come.  

	When his Great grandson, Jim, was born, Clem walked out across the 

plowed field (in May, 1954) to where his son, John, was working and 

announced, "Today I am a rich man" and then told of the birth of his first great 

grandson (with the Longshore name).  This was when he was 89 and he could

still get excited over the birth of a child!  

	He enjoyed doing favors for people and many is the time he took 

someone to the doctor for regular treatments or took someone on an errand.  

He seemed to enjoy his retirement because he could and did make himself 

useful.  

	In his late years, his granddaughter, Betty and her husband, Sam Watts, 

lived with Clem keeping house for him and caring for him when he needed it.  

His life after age 16was somewhat serene and certainly more settled than his 

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                    <text>[page 44]

[corresponds to page 43 of I-DENTITY]


Family of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus continued
____________________________________________________________

Steven Clement Longshore

The third son of Truman Longshore


III - 3	Steven Clement Longshore b 2/22/1865 in Trenton Twp,

	Delaware County, Ohio - d 10/27/1955 at him home at age 90.

	On 5/28/1895, md Ella Watts (b 8/2/1862 - d 2/21/1931).Ella 

	was born in Genoa Twp. Delaware County, Ohio, daughter of John

	and Lavina Ginn Watts, one of eight children.  (Ella's Great Great

	Grandfather (on her mother's side) was killed by the Indians, as 

	well as his wife, daughter and 2 sons during the Revolutionary 

	war.  One son, Ella's Grandfather, was released by the Indians so 

	he could tell the sad news.)



			Obituary of Clement Longshore

	"Steven Clement Longshore was born Feb. 22, 1865 in Trenton 

	Township.  He was the son of Truman and Lurusia Longshore.


	On May 28, 1895, Clem was united in marriage to Ella Watts.  

	To this union four children were born:  William, Bryan, James

	Lester, and John Glendon.  One child died in infancy.  His wife, 

	Ella, preceded him in death.  She died in 1931."



	"Clem was a farmer for his active lifetime. He was member 

	of Vans Valley Methodist Church more than 50 years.


	He passed into the life eternal on Oct. 27, 1955 leaving 

	to mourn his departure his 3 sons, 14 grandchildren, 6 

	greatgrandchildren and a host of other relatives and friends."


Issue IV:  William Bryan, James Lester, John Glendon

	    1 -	William Bryan Longshore b 7/20/1896 Trenton Twp., 

		Delaware County, Ohio on 9/2/1922 md Inez Born 

		(b 3/9/1894 d 2/15/1985)  Bill worked for 35 years as a 

		foreman in Hamilton Milk Plant in Columbus.(later 

		owned by Borden's) until retirement. Has lived most of 

		his married life in Berkshire	Twp., Delaware County, 

		Ohio

	IV 2	James Lester Longshore b 4/23/1900 Trenton Twp., 

		Delaware County, Ohio On 10/10/1921 md Ina Lillian 

		Adams (b  11/25/1904 - d 4/10/1943).

		Ina was a daughter of Frank and Mary (Morrison) 

		Adams, b in Ohio.


		Issue:	V

		    V - 1 - Ruth Evelyn Longshore b Columbus, Ohio

			    b 8/1/1924  works as an accountantlives in 

			    Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.</text>
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                    <text>[page 45]

[corresponds to page 44 of I-DENTITY]

Family of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus, James Lester and Ina (Adams)

Longshore family
______________________________________________________________________
	
		    V - 2   Leona May Longshore b 7/25/1928 on 3/8/1949 

			md John Eli Pratt (b 11/2/1927) Mgr. of General 

			Tire Store West in Columbus.  they live in Hilliard, 
		
			Ohio.

			Issue VI:

			    1 -	Patti Ann Pratt (b 9/14/1959)

				Patti will be a senior at Hilliard High and 
			
				recently (from a scholarship test) rated in 

				the upper 2% of students in United 
	
				States.

			    2 -	Pamela Ruth Pratt b 8/27/1961

		Leona and Ruth both were born in Columbus but

		moved to Berkshire Twp. in 1930.



IV 2	James Lester Longshore b 4/23/1900 d 10/31/1988'Trenton Twp.

 	Ohio. On 10/10/1921 md. Ina Lillian Adams (b 11/25/1904

	d 4/10/1943 Ina was a daughter of Frank and Mary (Morrison) 

	Adams, b in Ohio.

	Issue	V:	7 children - Betty Ellen, James Russell, Violet 

			May,Kenneth Lee, Dorothy Lurusia, Margaret Darlene, 

			and	Phillip Bruce Longshore.


			Lester md Beatrice (Glass) Goings (b 4/9/1918) on

			6/9/1950 Beatrice had 3 children:  

			Margaret Louise Going b 4/28/1938, in Pagetown, West

			Virginia, md Donald McGlothlin 12/5/1955 - dv in 1970 - 

			Margaret md2 Jim Fish in 1972,Delaware

				Issue:  Donald McGlothlin Jr. b 11/29/1956

					1 - Donald md Teresa

						Issue:  Delisha Dawn McGlothlin

					2 - Drema Jean McGlothlin b 12/16/1965


			Marjorie Carol Goings b 9/8/1939 md Delano Walker

			(b 4/10/1937) on 10/5/1955 - live on a farm near

			Condit in Trenton Twp.

			Issue:	William LeRoy Walker	b 1956

				Bart Walker		b 1960

			
			Nancy L. Goings b 7/19/1942 md Elmer Clayton on

			9/5/1958 - dv 1964

			Issue:	Linda, Michael, and Lisa Clayton

			Nancy Clayton md Eduardo  Quijada 

			Issue:	Lisa (Clayton) Quijada b 2/5/1965

				adopted by Eduardo

				Eduardo Quijada, Jr. (Sonny) b 1/25/1968

				This family lives in Delaware, Ohio.

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[corresponds to page 45 of I-DENTITY]

Line of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus, Family of Clem and Ella Watts

Longshore--Lester and Ina Adams Longshore family continued
________________________________________________________________________________


IV 2 V  1 -	Betty Ellen Longshore b 11/7/1922 in Trenton Twp. md

		Charles (Sam) Watts (b 4/16/1919) on 3/17/1942

		Sam Watts works for Nestle's Inc. and Betty for The Sunbury 

		News.  They live north of Sunbury on a farm.


		Issue:	VI

		    1 -	Steven Bruce Watts b 3/17/1951 Trenton Twp.

			Steve is a physical education teacher. He works Works with 

			Columbus Parks &amp; Recreation centers.Lives in Columbus, 
			
			Ohio.

		    2 -	Linda Rene Watts b 7/2/1954 Trenton Twp. md Larry

			Arthur DeMint on 4/28/1973 Larry is a brick mason 

			contractor. Rene works for Farmers's Bank, Sunbury


Issue:  V 2-	James Russell Longshore b 5/25/1925, on 3/26/1950 md

		Maxine (Linnabary) Nuckles (b 9/15/1919)

		Issue	VI;	Ina Claire, James William, and Craig Thomas Longshore

		Maxine had three children by a previous marriage:

				Charles Allen, Janet Carole, and Cheryl Lynne Nuckles


			VI -  1-Claire Longshore b 5/3/1951, on 8/5/1972 md John

				Kenneth Raybuck (b 11/19/1949)

				John is employed by Nationwide Insurance in 
			
				Columbus. Claire teaches 2nd grade in Gahanna Elementery.

				They live in Gahanna, Ohio. Claire b Trenton twp. John

				born in Reynoldsville, Pennsylvania but grew up in

				Painesville, Ohio 

					ch:  Jennifer, Joshua, Betsy


			     2-	James William Longshore b 5/17/1954 in Trenton 

				Twp. Delaware County Employed by Cellar Lumber Co., 

				Westerville.


			
			     3-	Thomas Longshore b 6/15/1960 in Berkshire Twp.

 				Delaware County, Ohio. Attends Big Walnut High 

				School in sunbury

	
		Russell formerly farmed but is now a Landmark employee

				Russell's step-children: --


			     1	Charles Allen Nuckles b 6/8/1938 md in 1958 to

				Barbara Jane Satterfield (b 8/1942)

			     	Reside in Simi, Calif. (near Los Angeles)

				Charles employed at Rocketdyn Aircraft 

				Charles b Trenton Twp. 



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[corresponds to page 46 of I-DENTITY]

Line of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus, Family of Clem and Ella Watts

Longshore-- Russell and Maxine (Linnabary) Longshore family continued
___________________________________________________________________________________

				Issue:  Dennis Ray Nuckles and Denise Kay Nuckles

					B 10/18/1958 in Sunbury, Ohio


			     2	Janet Carole Nuckles b 5/1/1943 in Sunbury md.

				Bradford Leo Freeman in 1961 dv 1969

				Issue:	Jeffrey Allen Freeman b 11/13/1961 in Sunbury

					Angela Eileen Freeman b 8/28/1964 in 

					Westerville

				Janet md 2 Charles E. Mallett (7/11/1946) on 9/5/1975 -

					 Live in Westerville


			     3- Cheryl Lynne Nuckles b 4/14/1946 in 1962 md

				Lawrence Hancock dv 10/1963				

				Issue:  Gina Louise Hancock b 2/4/1963

				Cheryl md 2 Edgar Belford 10/10/1964 dv 1970

				Issue:  Gina Belford (Ed adopted Gina Hancock)

					Michael Charles Belford b 11/5/1968

				Cheryl md 3 Robert Harold Morgan (b 3/25/1945)

					Live in Whittier, California

V 3	Violet Mae Longshore b 2/13/1927 Trenton Twp, in 

		1946 md Howard (Andy) Cline (b 9/24/1919) He is 

		employed by Limbach Mechanical Contractors.  This family 

		lives in Lewis Center, near Delaware, Ohio

		Issue	VI:	Jerry Neal, Robert Dean, Larry Edward, Sandra Sue, 

				Ronda Lou, Douglas Wesley				
				

			1 -	Jerry Neal Cline b 4/26/1947 on 10/12/1968 md

				Jeanne Beale (b 7/28/1949) Jerry employed by PPG.

				Issue VII

					1 - Jessica Jeanne Cline b 12/17/1974

					2 - Jason Nathaniel Cline b 7//1976


			2 - 	Robert Dean Cline 5/24/1949 on 8/2/1969 md

				Sharon Karshner (b 12/29/1949) They live in

				Westerville, Ohio and Bob is employed by Ohio

				Harvestore


			3 -	Larry Edward Cline b 12/22/1958

					Attends Olentangy High School 
	
			4 -	Sandra Sue Cline b 4/2/1964		student

				md.

			5 - 	Ronda Lou Cline b 4/2/1964		student

			6 -	Douglas Wesley Cline b 3/26/1969	student



	V 4	Kenneth Lee Longshore b 9/16/1932 Trenton Twp., on

		11/17/1957 md Julia Keller (b 9/19/1938)  

		They live in Trenton Twp. where Kenny farms.

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[photo: Clem Longshore Family]

L-R - William (Bill) and wife, Inez

John and wife, Frances]

Lester and 2nd wife, Bea


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[corresponds to page 47 of I-DENTITY]

Line of Truman Longshore, son of Cyrus, Family of Clem and Ella Watts

Longshore-- Kenneth and Julia (Keller) Longshore family continued
_______________________________________________________________________


		Issue  VI
			
			1 - Peggy Jo Longshore 4/7/1960 attends B.W.

			High School

			2 - Karen Lyn	       10/28/1962 attends B.W. High

			School


	V-5	Dorothy Lurusia Longshore b 4/12/1934, Sunbury, Ohio

		On 8/2/1953 md. Howard Hale (b 5/19/1931 - 9/13/1969) 

		Howard was a farmer in Trenton, where his sons are

		presently farming his farm.  Dorothy is an employee of Dollar

		Federal Loan in Sunbury.

			Issue VI:

				1 - Howard Wayne Hale b 11/18/1955 student at 

				O.S.U.

				2 - David Lee Hale b 9/25/1958 will attend O.S.U. 

				this fall David recently received a unique 

				honor when he was selected as one of four

				Outstanding Young Citizens in  Ohio. He was

		     		honored at a ceremony at which Archie Griffin

		    		received a similar honor for Outstanding Adult

		    		Citizen in Ohio

				3 - John Allen Hale b 4/24/1961  student at B.W. 

				High




V-6	Margaret Darlene Longshore b 9/20/1938, Sunbury, Ohio 

	Rt #1 On 7/21/1956 md. Robert Kean (b 2/18/1937)

	Robert is an employee of PPG in Delaware.Darlene is

	employed by a Delaware bank.  The family lives on

	Longshore Road in Trenton Twp.

	Issue VI:		

		1-	Debora Marie Kean b 5/1/1957 An employee of

			Penney's Ins. Co.

		2-	Diana Esther Kean b 2/16/1960

			A student at B.W. High


	V-7	Phillip Bruce Longshore b 4/17/1941 in Trenton Twp.

		On 7/18/1959 md Judy Barr (7/18/1942)

		Phil is a deputy sheriff for Delaware County

		Judy works for the Delaware Unemployment Bureau

		This family lives in Trenton Twp.

		Issue VI:

			1-Bruce William Longshore b 5/7/1960 

		       	2-Todd Allen Longshore b 2/11/1961

		       	3-Sherri Lynn Longshore b 10/5/1963

		       	4-Heidi Lee Longshore b 1/4/1965

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[corresponds to page 48 of I-DENTITY]

IV 3	Third child of Clem and Ella (Watts) Longshore

		John Glendon Longshore b 4/26/1904 Trenton Twp, on 

		6/26/1931 md Frances Simms (b 10/31/1907) A farmer 

		presently. In early marriage, lived in Columbus and drove a City Transit

		Bus.  He then moved to Trenton Twp. and farmed but after he

		sold his dairy cows, he worked as a custodian for 

		Gahanna School System.  He has now retired and resumed farming full

		time.  This family also lives on Longshore Road in Trenton

		Twp., neighbors to his father's farm.


		Issue:	V	Donald, Shirley, Carole, Robert, Randy 

			1-	Donald Wayne Longshore b 8/29/1933 on

				7/22/1963 md. Diana VanderHout in Milwaukee.

				Donald is employed by Allis chalmers. This family 

				now lives near Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

			2-	Shirley Ann Longshore b 2/9/1936 on 8/22/1959

				md William Mertel (b 10/12/1935) live near 

				Cleveland, Ohio. Bill is an Art teacher in a Jewish 

				school. Shirley is a temporarily retired kindergarten 

				teacher.
	
			

				Issue	VI:

					1  Lori Lynn Mertel b 5/17/1966

					2  Lisa Ellen Mertel b 10/21/1969

					   Students


			3-	Carole Lynn Longshore b 6/28/1938

				
	 			On 10/8/1966 md Melvin Bell (b 6/18/1939)

				Melvin's employed by Columbus &amp; Southern Ohio 

				Electric. This family lives near Columbus, Ohio 

				(Gahanna)

				Issue	VI:

					1-	Lisa Ann b 12/19/1968


	  		4-	Robert Lee Longshore b 8/3/1942

				Bob farms in Trenton Twp


	  		5-	Randy Allen Longshore b 4/5/1952 on 6/8/1973 

				md Kathy Ann Fuller (b 5/10/1955)

				Randy is an employee of Landmark, Inc.

______________________________________________________________________________________


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[corresponds to page 49 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of Truman &amp; Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line Jmaes Dean and

Nancy Elizabeth (Ryan) Family

________________________________________________________________________________


III	Descendants of Truman &amp; Lucretia Peters Longshore

	Issue 	IV:	James Dean, Estella May, Isaac Newton,Milo E. &amp; Nellie V.

			 Longshore

		 1-	James Dean b 1/16/1872 d 4/7/1952 Age 80

			After age 18 settled in Iowa Born Delaware County, Ohio

			On 10/30/1894 md. Nancy Elizabeth (Ryan)


This is a copy from a clipping out of the Wapello, Iowa newspaper sent to the

	Longshore Reunion secretary at the time of Dean's death.


					Obituary

				James Dean Longshore


			   Born Delaware County, Ohio January 26, 1872.  At age 18

			went to Iowa to farm.  Married on October 30, 1894 to Nancy 

			Elizabeth Ryan. Children:  Mattie Melissa, Homer Russell, Ernest

			Cecil, Bertha May, Mabel Dean, Paul Marion, Lela Valentine, 

			James Vernon, Rollo Raymond, and Leslie Lewis.  Elizabeth, his

			wife, died June 24, 1930.  Son of Truman and Lucretia (Peters) 

			Longshore.  Lived with Paul.  Three sisters and two brothers

			preceded in death.  Survived by two sons,Homer and Paul, and 

			daughter, Mrs. Mabel Murray (Oakville).  Survived by two 

			brothers, Milo of Keokuk, Iowa and Clem Longshore of Sunbury, 

			Ohio.  Died April 7, 1952.


	Issue	V:

		1-	Mattie Melissa Longshore b 12/13/1895

			d 12/18/1909 d age 14

		2-	Homer Russell Longshore b 7/3/1897 d 

			9/21/1971 md Bessie E. Wilson (b 3/18/1906) 

			on 7/3/1927 

			Issue	VI:

			Harold Dean Longshore b 3/7/1929

			LiveS in Wapello, Iowa

			Both Homer and Harold worked for the state

			Highway Dept.

		3-	Ernest Cecil Longshore b 9/20/1898

			d 12/8/1927 on 6/28/1921 md Lela May Gunnells

			b (5/1903)

			Issue	VI:

				 1 	Nellie May b 5/12/1922 d 7/11/1923


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[corresponds to page 50 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of Truman &amp; Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line James Dean and

Nancy Elizabeth (Ryan) Family
__________________________________________________________________________



			2-Marjorie Jean Longshore b 1926

			Marjorie was just a little past 1 year of age

			when her father died, so her aunt adopted her

			More about this later.


			4-Bertha May b 5/11/1903 d 8/13/1923 on 

			2/1/1922 md James J. McKinney 

			b 12/4/1890 d 12/11/1927) No issue:


			5-Mabel Dean Longshore b 10/20/1904 on 

			6/14/1922 md Ben Murray (b 2/28/1903 

			d 6/19/1975)

			Issue:	VI

				 1- Marjorie Jean Murray (adopted 1930

					from Lela (Gunnel) Longshore

					Marjorie Jean Murray b 10/21/1926,

					on 11/3/1944 md. Allan Gerst

					(b 3/30/1923) dv 1966.

					Issue	VII:	Marlan Allan, Karen Dean, 

					Janice Marie, Lynette Kay Gerst

					1-Marlan Allan Gerst b 9/12/1947 

					md 3/7/1970 to Phyllis Jean

			 		Hinrichs(b 8/22/1950) 

				2- Karen Dean Gerst b 11/1/1949 

				on 3/20/1970 md Ronald Humphrey

			 	(b 7/8/1947)

				3-Janice Marie Gerst b 9/29/1951 

				on 12/20/1969 md Robert V. 

				Hutchinson (b 12/5/1949) 

				Issue VI: Children
				
					Nancy b 7/4/1970

					Trudi Ann b 12/24/1973
								      
				4-Lynette Kay Gerst b 2/16/1954 


	Marjorie Jean (Murray-Gerst) md2 John 

	Humphries (b 6/18/1924) on 9/22/1966

	
	6.Paul Marion Longshore b 3/15/1906 

	d 3/12/1970 md on 11/28/1928 to Margaret

	 Ellen Merrick (b 6/1/1903) Paul d age 64

		Issue	VI:	Helen Pauline and Robert LeRoy 

				Longshore

			 1	Helen Pauline b 1/19/1930 on 2/23/1952 

				md Richard W. Kenyon (b 6/1/1929)











		











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[corresponds to page 51 of I-DENTITY]

Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line

Dean Longshore branch- Family of Paul Marion Longshore family
___________________________________________________________________


Issue	VII:

	1- Paula Michelle Kenyon b 8/13/1956

	2- Richard Bruce Longshore b 4/15/1958


2-Robert LeRoy Longshore b 11/3/1933 

 On 6/23/1957 md. Mary Lou Hutchcroft

				

	Issue	VII

					
	  1-Kathleen Ann Longshore b 10/20/1958

	  2-Karen Michelle Longshore b 5/16/1966


	7. Lela Valentine Longshore b 2/14/1908 

		d 2/21/1933 md Ernest Clayton (her 1st cousin)

		 on 12/30/1926 (More on this later) d age 25 -

		 Children: William D., Verlee, &amp; Cecile

	8. James Vernon Longshore b 11/16/1910 d 6/24/1929 Age 19

	
	9. Leslie Lewis Longshore b 1/28/1916 d 1/29/1916

      
       10. Rollo Raymond Longshore b 4/13/1918 d 4/14/1918


	(Note-	This completes the Dean &amp; Elizabeth Ryan Longshore Branch)

		
	10 children:  namely - Mattie Melissa, Homer Russell, Ernest Cecil, Bertha May, 

	Mabel Dean, Paul Marion,Lela Valentine, James Vernon, Rollo Vernon [sic Raymond] Longshore

	This family saw much tragedy as 2 died in infancy; 2 died as teenagers; and 3 in

	their 20's.

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[corresponds to page 52 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line

IB III
__________________________________________________________________________________


IV	2 Estella Mae Longshore b 5/20/1873 d 9/24/1949 

	md 8/18/1897 to James C. Clevenger (b 3/31/1874 

	d 5/2/1947)

		Issue V: Perry T., Carl C., and Eva Louise Clevenger

			1 Perry T. Clevenger b 12/19/1898

				d 3/22/1924 of TB md 7/23/1921 to

				Everetta Weaver

			
			2 Carl C. Clevenger b 9/23/1902 md 7/4/1923 d 1988 to

			Ruth Hazelet (d 7/17/1926)

			Carl md2 Lois Drutchell (b 1904) 8/20/1927

			Carl and Lois formerly lived in Condit, Ohio and

			moved about 15 years ago to Marysville Carl worked 
 
			many years as a house painter. He is now retired and

			the family lives in Marysville, Union Co., Ohio.He is a

		        tall slender man.

			Issue VI: Bernard, Donna &amp; Norma

				1 Bernard Clevenger b 3/12/1928  on

				12/16/1950 md Mildred VanLoon dv
				
				Issue  VII:
			
					1 James Edward Clevenger

					b 6/11/1952
					
				Bernard Clevenger md2 Frances Pruett

				Dowis

				Issue VII:

			 		2 Carla Ann Clevenger b 9/30/1960


				2 Donna Mae Clevenger b 3/24/1930 on 

				8/21/1949 md Lee Crawford b

				12/29/1953

				Donna owns and manages a Nursing Home 

				in Marysville.  Lee Ann is a college student.

						
				3. Norma La Vonne Clevenger b about 1932
 
				Norma has an office job in Columbus,

				Ohio, lives in Marysville.


			3 Eva Louis Clevenger b 12/10/1910 d 1/28/1934

				of TB md on 7/22/1930 to Sherman Walter Weiser.

				
It's been said that Jim and Mae clevenger were wonderful people.  The kind who

were always on hand when a family or neighbor crisis arose; to comfort the 

bereaved or ailing and to help in a physical sense.  "Uncle" Jim always had a bit 

of candy for the children; endearing himself to them.



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[corresponds to page 53 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line 
Isaac Newton

(Newt) and Susan (Roberts) Longshore family
______________________

IB III		3 Isaac Newton Longshore b 9/15/1874 d 11/4/1944

		At age 70 on 10/1/1897 md susan C. Roberts (b 5/6/1876

		d 7/3/1917)  Newt was a slightly built man, known as a 
                good hostler

		and driver of horses; also farmed in Trenton Twp, then 
                moved to

		Galena where he worked for the Bennett Lumber Co.

			
	Issue IV: Edward B., Ellen W., Alonzo J., Matilda May,William H,

		Charles, and Mary Frances Longshore.

		1 Edward B. Longshore b 2/17/1898 on 12/20/1927

		md Letha Huse (b 2/17/1898 d 1/26/1971)

		No Issue.


		2 Ellen W. Longshore b 2/20/1900 on 8/20/1918 md Osco

		Green (b 12/1/1893 d 12/10/1960) Lived in Mansfield.

		Issue V:  Pearl Louise, Harold Edward, &amp; Beulah Mae Green

		1 Pearl Louis Green b 4/8/1921 on 6/6/1942

		md Clell Spearman

			Issue VI:

			1 Joseph Allan Spearman b 8/27/1947

			2 Kay Ellen Spearman b 11/22/1953
	
			3 Betsy Jane Spearman b 10/17/1954		

			2 Harold Green b 2/3/1924 on 6/30/1946

			md Martha Young (b 8/21/1928)

			Issue VI:

			1 Roger Allan Green b 10/27/1947

			2 Ralph Edward Green b 8/24/1949

			3 Randy Lea Green b 11/9/1956

		        4 Robby Lynn Green b 8/23/1958					


			3 Buelah Mae Green b 4/5/1926 on 12/15/1953

					
                           md Clare Tucker

				Issue VI:

				1 Thomas Randal Tucker b 12/18/1955		

				2 Jerry Eugene Tucker b 12/13/1961

						

		3 Alonzo J. Longshore b 6/6/1902 d 5/6/1960 on 10/3/1923

		md Zella Downing (b 5/9/1903) Lived in Mansfield area.
	                 
		Issue V:

			1- Neland J. Longshore b 6/14/1924 on 9/1/1946

			md Marilyn Ryner [sic Kyner]


		4 Matilda Mae Longshore b 2/8/1905 on 6/12/1930 

		 md Clyde Ruhl (b 10/12/1896) Lives in Mansfield, Ohio

	Issue V: Dale Arnold Ruhl, Robert Eugene, Ruth Irene, Ralph

			William, and Jean Ruhl

			1-Dale Arnold Ruhl b 2/24/1933 d 3/25/1933</text>
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[corresponds to page 54 of I-DENTITY]

			
Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line Isaac Newton

(Newt) and Susan (Roberts) Longshore family
______________________________________________________________________________

			2-Robert Eugene Ruhl b 7/14/1934 d 8/4/1934

			3-Ruth Irene Ruhl b 3/9/1936 on 1/6/1956 md

			Ronald Dean Brubaker (b 7/17/1936)

			Issue  VI:

				     1-Michelle Lynn Brubaker b 3/4/1962

				     2-Cynthia Kay Brubaker b 3/9/1963

				     3-Donald Douglas Brubaker b 6/14/1966


			4-Ralph William Ruhl b 8/20/1939 on 4/29/1961

			md Shirley Ludwig (b 12/18/1944)

			Issue	VI:

				1 Teresa Marie Ruhl b 8/12/1961

				2 William Eugene Ruhl b 5/8/1966


			5-Barbara Jean Ruhl b 2/3/1941 on 12/28/1963

			md Donald L. Queen (b 10/15/1941)

			 Issue  VI:

				1 David Harold Queen b 12/19/1966

				2 Dianna Kay Queen b 4/27/1971


	5 William H. Longshore b 1/20/1909 d 2/18/1930 d age 21

	6 Charles Newton Longshore b 5/11/1912 on 11/4/1937 

	md Nellie DeBolt (b 10/23/1913) Always lived in Galena.

	Issue	V: Juanita Louise, Robert Eugene, Norma Jean,

		James Lawrence, Charlene, Betty Longshore

		1 Juanita Louise (Peggy) Longshore in 1958

		md Norman Patrick Lafferty (b 11/21/1937)

			Issue VI:

			     1	Leslie Diane Lafferty b 2/25/1959

			     2	Judy Marie Lafferty b 10/7/1960

			     3	Michael Patrick Lafferty b 11/2/1961

			     4	Steven Edward Lafferty b/26/1972


		2 Robert Eugene Longshore b 2/3/1946 

		d 9/14/1948 age 2 1/2

		3 Norma Jean Longshore b 2/4/1948 

		on 11/26/1968 md John Barrick Bowmar 

		(b 11/1/1943)

		4 James Lawrence Longshore b 4/7/1949 

		on 6/18/1972 md Julia Silvers (b 9/15/1948)

		5 Charlene Nancy Longshore b 1/14/1952 

		Died 12/24/1956 age 5
		
		6 Betty Ann Longshore b 3/6/1955 on 

		12/14/1974 md Armando Munoz (b 8/27/1952)
	
		Issue VI:

	   	   1 Genaro Carlos Munoz b 1976





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[corresponds to page 55 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line Isaac Newton

(Newt) and Susan (Roberts) Longshore family
____________________________________________________________________________


	7 (7th child of Isaac Newton &amp; Susan Longshore)

	Mary Frances Longshore b 4/4/1914 on 2/24/1946 

	md Arthur Zimmerman (b 4/8/1911)

	Issue V:

		1 Yvonne Sue Zimmerman b 6/18/1947

		2 Garry Thomas Zimmerman b 10/28/1948

		3 Carl Richard Zimmerman b 3/10/1951

Isaac Newton (Newt) Longshore md2 Eva Penin Green 11/27/1920

d 1/26/1938

	Issue V:Earl Dean Longshore b 7/12/1921 on 11/4/1942 

		md Glenda Murray (Eva Green had 7 children by 

		her previous marriage;  William, Jessie, Ray &amp; Roy,

		Ruby, Edison, and Almont Green)

On 2/14/1940, Newt md3 Mildred White Bennett


IB II4

	III 4 Milo Ernest Longshore 4th child of Truman &amp; Lucretia

		B 5/8/1867 d 6/17/1954 (A 87) bd Wapello Cemetery, Iowa 

		On 12/10/1902 md Susan F. Wilcox (b 9/16/1881 d 5/14/1926)

		Issue IV: Leo H., Wilma Lucille, Hallie Rex, Dorothy Marie	

		IV	Longshore

		     1	Leo H. Longshore b 12/5/1903 d 10/8/1966 age 63 on

			11/10/1926 md Sara Hoffman (b 8/7/1907)

			Issue V: Elva Jean, Wilma Maxine, Leo H., Jr., Bethene 

				Audray Longshore

				1 Elva Jean Longshore b 2/27/1930 on

				 3/27/1949 md Richard Hedrick (b 8/27/1928)

					Issue VI:

					     1	Lynn Diann Hedrick b 10/20/1956

					     2	Gail Ann Hedrick b 11/15/1957


		     		2 Wilma Maxine Longshore b 10/3/1931 on

				4/30/1950 md Don Harmon (b 9/14/1929)

				Issue  VI:

			    		1 Rebecca Ann Harmon b 5/8/1951

					2 Dale Harmon b

				3	Leo H. Longshore, Jr. b 4/27/1937 on

					8/30/1958 md Patricia Fritzmoser (b 6/6/1938)

					Issue VI:

					1 Nugent Michael Longshore b 7/22/1959

					2 Patrick Douglas Longshore b 7/23/1961

					3 Theresa Ann Longshore b 5/5/1963

				4 Bethane Audray b 5/17/1939

2- Wilma Lucille Longshore b 3/11/1908 d 2/6/1909</text>
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                    <text>[page 58]

[corresponds to page 56 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line Milo and

Susan (Wilcox) Longshore family
_________________________________________________________________________


	3- Hallie Rex Longshore, 3rd child of Milo &amp; Susan

		b 11/21/1912 d 8/6/1941 on 4/24/1932 md Irene

		Knight (b 8/29/1910)

		Issue V:  

		1-Marrye Ann Longshore b 2/5/1933 on

		8/27/1950 md Billie D. Hootman

		  Issue	VI: Billie D., Dana Marie,Deanna Lynn,

			&amp; Erin Hootman

			1- Billie C. Hootman, Jr. b 1/25/1952

				d 1/27/1952

			2- Dana Marie Hootman b 6/27/1953

			md Patrick Bryan Conner on 5/5/1973

			3- Deanna Lynn Hootman b 6/27/1953 on

			6/5/1971 md Dennis Hess

			4- Erin Hootman b 8/25/1960


	2- Linda Irene Longshore b 6/1/1939 on 

		3/17/1962 md Clifford Eugene Barrett  (b

		4/27/1931)

		Issue VI:

		     1- Shawn Lee Longshore Barrett b 9/1/1959 

		     2-Kelley Joe Barrett b 7/7/1962

		     3-Stacie Lynne Barrett b 11/22/1963


	3- Rose Marie Longshore b 1/1/1942 on 6/12/1963 

		md Allen Neilsen

		Issue VI:

		     1-Rex Allen Neilsen b 6/12/1965

		     2-Jacalyn Suzette Neilsen b 9/27/1969

	
	4- Hallie Rex Longshore, Jr. b 6/11/1940 on 

	6/11/1967 md Bonnie Lynne Gorrell

		Issue VI:

		     1-Joseph Carl Longshore b 1/16/1969

		     2-Jacob Longshore b 11/4/1970


Hallie Rex Longshore, Jr. was ordained into Zion Lutheran Church at Hiawatha,

Iowa on 6/12/1966.

	
	5- Dorothy Marie Longshore b 5/7/1919 in 1935 

	md Richard Paul Walker, dv

		Issue VI:

	             1-James Walker b 7/20/1937 d 12/5/1984

		     2-	Sharon Kay Walker b 10/31/1940 on 2/7/1959

			md William Brenner  
	
			children Wm. Kent (Rocky) b 12/31/--
			
				Rocky md Carol Lynn Hart 3/17/1989 in

				Indiana

			- Anita Louise b 8/4/1962 

			- Brigitte Ann</text>
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                    <text>[page 59]

[corresponds to page 57 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Lngshore line through Milo

and Susan (Wilcox) Longshore family--Dana Marie Walker and Robert Browning

cont.
_________________________________________________________________________________


	3- Dana Marie Walker b 8/24/1939 md

	   Robert Browning 

            Children: Kathleen b 11/30/58,Margaret (Peg) b 59

	      Thomas Oliver b 8/2/62,Jeannine Helene			

	     (Neena)				

						 

	4- Vernia b 8/24/1942 (Janis Marie Mezykowski)

	   md Frank F. Banicki 

	   Children:	1- John Joseph b 7/16/1960 md Margaret 

			Barbera

			Children: Michael, Melissa

			2- David Alan b 9/30/1961 md Margie 

			Schrump

			Children: Jennifer, David Jr.

			3- Ronald Stanley b 4/15/1963 md Kim

			Children: Matthew
						
			4- Sharon Guadalupe b 7/9/1964 md 

			James Critchlow

			Children: Jason, James Jr.
				       
			5- Barbara Jean b 7/17/1967

			6- Thomas Michael b 9/6/1969 md Alma

			Children: Amanda

			7-  Daniel Edward b 10/22/1971

			8- Ann Marie b 9/1978

	md2 Coy Winters in 1948 dv 1952

		Issue VI 5: Susan Winters md Phillip 

		McClain

		Children Kellie, Kristie
	
	md3 Lawrence Cole in 7/28/1958

		Issue VI:

		6 - Martha Ann Cole b 10/6/1959 d 4/22/1989

		    3Children


		7 - Lawrence Joseph Cole, Jr. b 1961


All the Walker children were born in South Bend, Indiana. Dorothy md Mr.

Winters in 1948 and divorced in 1952. She married (2) Mr. Cole in 1958,he died

in 1983.
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                    <text>[page 60]

[corresponds to page 58 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line
________________________________________________________________________


III V:	Nellie V. Longshore - 5th child of Truman &amp; Lucretia Longshore

	Nellie V. Longshore b 11/16/1879 d 7/4/1914 on 3/17/1898 md

	Virgil D. (b 12/14/1875 d 1955)

	Issue IV: Fred, Ethel, Ernest, Harvey, Dave, Forrest,Iva Maude 

		Clayton

		
	1-Fred Clayton b 4/16/1899 d 12/16/1918 age 19

				
	2-Ethel Mae Clayton b 7/30/1900 d 1918 age 18

	md William Evans in 1917

	Issue:  one daughter who died

	3-Ernest T. Clayton b 2/15/1902 d 7/16/1979 on 

	12/20/1926 md Lela V. Longshore --daughter of Dean &amp; 

	Nancy Longshore--(b 2/14/1908 d 2/21/1933 age 25)

	Issue V: William D. Clayton, Verlee Clayton,

		Cecile Clayton

		1-William D. Clayton b 4/10/1928 on 6/27/1959 

		md Isabelle Mae Belt (b 11/7/1930)

		Issue VI:

		  1 - Anita Marie Clayton b 8/28/1960 

		 md Glenn Hunt 3/10/79

		  2 - Rebecca Diane Clayton b 6/27/1961

		  3- Tayna [sic Tanya] b 8/18/77



	2a- Elizabeth Verlee Clayton b 11/10/1930 on 

	 10/21/1945 md James D. Lance III, Jr. div

	Issue VI: James, Linda, Donald Lance

	1- James Daniel Lance III b 1/5/1947 

	md 7/2/1966 to Marilyn Holbrook

	b 12/5/1951

	Issue VII:

		1 -Troy DeWayne Lance b 1/12/1967

		2 -Samantha Ann Lance b 7/13/1971


	2- Linda Lou Lance b 1/16/1948 md

	10/15/1961 to Ernest Stanley Gayhart,Jr. 

	(b 6/28/1944)
						
	Issue:  VII

		1-Diana Sue Gayhart b 1/20/1964

		2-Brenda Kay Gayhart b 5/15/1965

		3-           Gayhart b 4/18/1969


	3 - Donald Eugene Lance b 10/9/1949 md

	 2/14/1970 to Pamela Raley (b 2/5/1952)

	Issue  VII:

		1-Donald Eugene Patrick Lance b 11/1/1972


2b (Elizabeth)	Verlee md2 Grady N. White on 9/2/1951 
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                    <text>[page 61]

[corresponds to page 59 of I-DENTITY]

Issue:	VI

					     4	Michael Timothy White b 11/2/1951

					     5	Lilli Kathleen White b 8/29/1957

					     6	Grady Edward White b 10/15/1958

					     7  Tommy Dean White 9/26/1959


['* ch:

  * ch:' handwritten in left margin]


[page 67]

[corresponds to page 53 of I-DENTITY]

Truman &amp; Lucretia Longshore Line (II)

III  Nellie V. Longshore Clayton (5th child)

	
Issue:	IV	3

		Cecile Viola Clayton b 1/8/1933 on 5/6/1951 md

		Robert P. Ahr

		Issue:	Robin Pauline Ahr b 4/21/1955

			Charles William Ahr b 4/24/1956

			Ted Anthony Ahr b 9/8/1972


IV	4  	4th child of Nellie V. Longshore Clayton

		Harvey Clayton b 1/31/1905 d 6/24/1973 md on 2/28/1928

		to Vergie Hubbard

		Issue:	V	Irene and Giles

				Letha Irene Clayton b 2/7/1929 md 9/18/1945

				to Paul Poe

				Issue:	VI

				     1	Donna Jean Poe b 3/3/1946 d 8/4/1962

					(killed in auto accident)

				     2	Dale Poe b 10/8/1947

				     3	Eddie Poe b 1/5/1949

				     4	Garry Lee Poe b
			

[photograph: unidentified]

				Giles Raymond Clayton b 5/20/1932 on 12/1/1952

				md Jeane Law

				Issue:	VI

				     1	Ronda clayton b        md

					Issue:  VII

				     2	Randy Clayton  b

				     3	Sherry Clayton


				Harv md Louise Wilson of Iowa in 1935, no ch., dv.

				Harvey md Cora Hess (b 10/9/1914) on 5/12/1937

				Issue:  V  Elmer, Arbutus, Merle, Ruth, Kathy Clayton

		
				     1	Elmer Clayton b 7/7/1938 on 9/5/1958 md Nancy Goings dv

					Issue:  VI

					1  Linda Sue Clayton b 12/6/1959

					2  Michael Clayton b 9/5/1961

					3  Lisa Sue b 2/5/1965 (later adopted by Eddie

					   Quijada) ['- Nancy's 2nd husband' handwritten)
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                    <text>[page 62]

[corresponds to page 60 of I-DENTITY]


Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore  

line - family of Harvey and Cora (Hess) cont.
_______________________________________________

     2- Arbutus Clayton b 1/6/1940 on 10/25/1964

      md Everett Swackhammer, a minister

Issue VI:  

Eddie L. Swackhammer


     3- Merle Clayton b 3/9/1942 md 8/16/1963 to 

     Janet Harris

       Issue VI:

    1 -Brenda Kay Clayton


 4- Ruth Clayton b 7/30/1945 on 4/27/1964 md 

    Roger Ingmire

   Issue VI:

    1- Michelle

    2- Melissa

    3- Roger Allen


 5- Kathy Clayton b 5/1/1951 md David Murphy


     IV 5 Fifth child of Nellie Longshore and Virgil Clayton

  Dave Clayton b 1/29/1907 on 12/20/1933 md Nellie 

  Hubbard 

  Issue V:     

  1- Erwin Edward Clayton b 6/7/1937 on 5/5/1961 

  md Mary Elizabeth Miller (b 8/13/1938)

  Issue  VI:

   1- Dennis Edward Clayton b 12/5/1965

   2- David William b 6/5/1967

   3- Denise Leanne b 12/5/1969


  2- Janet Carole Clayton b 10/12/1938 on 11/9/1953

  md William Callan (b 8/29/1938 d 2/18/77

    Issue VII:

    1- Deborah Lee Callan b 12/5/1954 md 

    Gregory R 	2/11/19


   2- Robert Eugene Callan b 1/20/1958 md 

   Diana Moss 5/28/1975

  IV 6 Sixth child of Nellie Longshore and Virgil Clayton

   Forrest Alvy Clayton b 3/12/1909 d 7/16/1963 on 

   9/15/1934 md Erma Alberta Wilson- 12 children

Issue V:  Foresteen Alberta, Martha Joan, Doris Marie,

Elva Elaine, Lola Mae, Patsy Lou, Ralph

Franklin, Nancy Beth, Minnie Lea, John

Delbert, Forrest Alvy, Jr., Shirley  Louise

1- Foresteen Alberta b 7/22/1935 

d 7/22/1935

2 -	Martha Joan Clayton b 7/18/1936 

d 3/28/1937
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                    <text>[page 63]

[corresponds to page 61 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Truman and Lucretia (Peters) Longshore line - family of

Nellie Longshore and Virgil Clayton
________________________________________________________________________________

		3- Doris Marie Clayton b 9/8/1937

		4- Elva Elaine clayton b 11/20/1938  

		d. 4/1974 on 6/8/1957 md Donald Fry 
		
		(b 8/20/1938) 

		Issue: VI

			1 - David clayton Fry b 5/3/1960

			2 - Stanley Clarence Fry b 7/28/1965

			3 - Donald Edward Fry II b 10/7/1966

			4 - Sheldon Fry

		5-Lola Mae b 12/3/1939 on 12/18/1957 

		md Pet Evans (10/3/1931)

		Issue VI:

			1 - Foresteen JoAnne Evans 
			
			b 10/7/1958
	
			2 - Carolyn Marie Evans b 4/10/1963

			3 - Harvey Allen b 6/10/1969

						
		6 - Patsy Lou Clayton b 4/8/1941 on 

		11/19/1961 

		7 - Ralph Franklin Clayton b 5/4/1942 on 

			5/4/1942 md Barbara Stevens 

			Issue  VI:

			1- JoAnne Elizabeth Clayton b 2/8/1962

		8 - Nancy Beth Clayton b 4/25/1944 on 

		1/26/1961 md Tommy Perkins (b 3/4/1941)


		9 - Minnie Lea b 11/18/1945 on 11/1963 

		md David Behrens

		10 - John Delbert Clayton b 4/22/1948 on 

		10/17/1969 md Cathy Reichert

		11 - Forrest Alvy Clayton Jr. b 9/11/1949 

		12 - Shirley Louise Clayton b 11/13/1950 


Note - These tabulations complete the Cyrus and Margaret Young

       Longshore line.

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[corresponds to page 62 of I-DENTITY]

		Warner Longshore

The Third Child of David and Elizabeth Longshore


IC		Warner Longshore b 10/18/1807 d 1/1/1892 age 84. Warner was born in

	Ohio and is buried beside his two wives in Sunbury Memorial Park, Sunbury,

	Ohio.  He settled on a farm east of Sunbury in Trenton Twp, Delaware County,

	Ohio.  This farm is still owned by a Longshore.  Lester farms it at present, and

	his father, Clem, farmed it before him.  

	The farm is situated on Longshore Road.  Warner was quite active in the Vans 

	Valley Methodist Church in his community and was a trustee there.  His name 

	appears on the church deed.  His family of seven children all took part in the 

	work of the church.  He and his wife, Cordelia,"took in" his brother Cyrus'

	grandson, Clem, (Truman's son) at the time of Clem's stepmother's death.


	Warner and Mary Ann Buxton Longshore (b 11/24/1811 d 2/20/1846)

	Issue II:  Norton, Elizabeth, Allen, Harriett, Tammison


	After Mary Ann's death, Warner md Cordelia Searles (b 1810 d 1882)

	on 6/1846 Cordelia was from New York. She died of heart disease

	Issue II: Mary and Harmon.


	II 1	Norton Longshore b 9/9/1832 d 2/2/1893 age 60 of pneumonia bd

		in Trenton Cemetery.  Norton farmed on a farm located on what is now Meredith

		St. Rd. and it is still owned and occupied by a family member, Zada Longshore.

			Issue III: Edith, Noah, and Albert Longshore

		     1 - Edith H. Longshore b 7/3/1859 d 6/25/1864 age 5
	
		     2 - Noah D. Longshore b 1866 d 1890 bd Trenton

			 Cemetery d age 24 taught school and worked in a

			 nearby sawmill. He lived on what is now the Charlie

			 Lane property North Old 3C Hwy. in Trenton Twp. 

			 He was killed in a saw mill accident. His leg was cut off

			 and he bled to death.  They had no children.

		    3 - Albert Longshore b 1857 in Illinois d 1921 a 64

		        md 8/28/1878 to Emma E. Wright (b 1859) She died

			of malarial fever bd. Trenton Cemetery.

			Issue IV: Otis (reared by his grandparents)

			     1- Otis H. Longshore b 1880 d 1927 never md

				lived in Cols. was a foreman for many 

				years at Tellings-Mt. Vernon Ice Cream

				Plant in Columbus, working up until his 

				death of a heart attack at age 46.
		
	Albert Longshore md2 Lizzy Curry on 11/20/1884 

(d 3/16/1926)</text>
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                    <text>[page 65]

[corresponds to page 63 of I-DENTITY]

continuation of the Warner Longshore line - Norton and Zada Longshore family.
_____________________________________________________________________________

	Issue IV: Gail Norton Longshore b 9/30/1907 d 1961

		following a few days' illness from a stroke. In 1919

		md Zada Freas.  Gail was in military training in

		Columbus for WWI when war ended. He always

		lived on and farmed the home place.

		  Issue V:

		     1 Erma Louise Longshore b 2/25/1921 md Don

		       Scott,(b 9/14/1919) from McConnelsville, OH.

		       He was a paratrooper in England during WWII 

		       for 2 yrs.  He was a school superintendent at a 

		       Cleveland, Ohio school until his recent

		       retirement.Erma taught Commercial subjects

		       at Northfield High in Ohio at that time.

		       They now live in Johnson City, Tenn.

		       Issue VI:	

			1- Randy Scott b 7/24/1949 b at

			Kirkersville, Ohio, md on 3/1/1969 to

			Carol Cooper

			Issue VII:

			      1-Stephanie b 6/22/1970

			Randy Scott was a Marine and served

			in Japan for 2 yrs.  He now lives in

			Memphis, Tennessee and works for the 

			Naval Intelligence Corps.

			 2- Linda Scott b 11/3/1953 at Wooster,

			 Ohio.  Now teaches kindergarten at 

			Northfield Elementary, near Cleveland,

			Ohio.


The foregoing information was solicited from Zada Longshore
_____________________________________________________________________


II 2	Elizabeth Longshore b 1834 d 3/3/1905 md Isaac DeWitt in

	1855 (No further information on her.)

II 3	Allen Longshore b 1837 d 12/28/1863, age 28 yrs. 11 mo in

	1858 md Martha Forwood (b 1831 d 1863 age 32)

	Issue III:

	     1-Ella A. b 1859 d 1863, age 3, died 3 wks after father

	All this family were victims of typhoid fever.</text>
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                    <text>[page 66]

[corresponds to back of page 63 of I-DENTITY]

				EZEKIEL BROWN

	Ezekiel Brown was born March 13, 1760 in Orange County, New York and died

April 23, 1841, in Delaware County, Ohio at the home of his daughter, Nancy Brown

Leonard. He was married to Jane Smith, Feb. 26, 1786. She was born Sept. 15, 1766 and

died Aug. 19, 1821. In 1808 he came to Berkshire Township and settled on land a little 

northeast of where Galena now is. He came from Lycoming County, PA, where he had

been elected to Congress for one or two terms.

	In 1776 he enlisted in the Revolutionary Army and joined the forces under

Washington, just after the Battle of Trenton. He participated in several engagements.

Two years later, while on a furlough to visit his home, then in what is now Lycoming

Co., PA, he was unfortunately captured by the Indians. The incidents, as related by his 

daughter, Nancy Brown Leonard, are as follows.

	There had been numerous Indian alarms and the neighbors had gathered at

Ezekiel's father's house; a strong, hewed log cabin, which was easy of defense. Here

they awaited the onset of the savages, but they did not make the attack when expected.

Instead they kept secreted in the neighborhood for days until the settlers, lulled into a

false sense of security, went into their homes. As soon as the savages saw their plans

succeeding, they rushed in upon the unsuspecting and defenseless settlers, and

commenced their work of butchery. Ezekiel's father, mother, and sister's husband

were ruthlessly murdered, and himself and sister with her seven children were carried

into Indian captivity. The mother was separated from her children, and the children from

each other. Ezekiel was forced to pass through the forms preceding adoption into the

tribe. Three times during the journey to the main town of the Cayugas, near where

Scipio, N.Y. now stands, he was forced to run the gauntlet. The first time, he received a

severe wound from a tomahawk. The second time, less fortunate, he received a terrible

blow from a war club which felled him to the ground in a fearfully mangled condition.

His life seemed ended, but he finally recovered and proceeded with his captors to their

destination, where, after another trial, he passed through the fearful ordeal unharmed and

was adopted by a family who had lost a son in the war. He was afterwards taken to 

Canada where he found his sister, and a clue to the whereabouts of her children. He 

managed to become employed by a trader and bought his freedom,but the ties of kindred

were too strong for him to leave his sister in captivity. He at once set about securing her

release and that of her children. He had secured all of her seven children but two, when

one boy came up with the Indians and claimed his mother, but she told him she was not

his mother. He had changed so much and was so dirty she could not own him. She asked

him if he had any brothers and he said he had and told their names and said he had an

uncle, Ezekiel. Then she had to own him. They now had all the children but one boy

twelve years old. It was nearing the time when Ezekiel hoped to return to his friends, that

he learned a party of Indians with this boy was about to start for a distant point to hunt. If

this should occur, he despaired of ever seeing the child again, and determined to kidnap

the boy. Calling the Indians into the trader's cabin, he treated them to liquor. When they

became drunk he pushed them out and the boy in, then barred the door and waited the

issue. This treatment was not relished by the savages. The resented it by kicks and more

forcible attacks upon the door. There were no signs of it yielding, so they had to leave

the boy behind. But the lad had become enamored with the wild life of the woods and

longed to be with his Indian friends. One day while out playing he saw his opportunity

and his Uncle Ezekiel saw him running with all his might to regain his friends. With

sinking heart and almost in despair, he started in pursuit. The boy was recaptured and 

with the whole family returned in 1783 to their friends in PA., after five years of Indian

captivity. Seven years later, Ezekiel Brown moved to Ohio and in 1808 to Berkshire

Township. Ezekiel Brown was my grandfather and your great grandfather. 
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                    <text>[page 67]

[corresponds to page 64 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Warner Longshore line - Harriet Longshore Ginn family
__________________________________________________________________________


II 4	Harriett Longshore (1839-5/28/1918) d age 79, bd Galena

	md George Ginn (1839-11/11/1888) d age 49, This couple 

	raised Milo, Truman's son, along with their three daughters.

	Issue:	III	Elmine, Minnie, Allie, and Greddie [Freddie] Ginn

		Elmine Ginn b 1867 d age 89 md in 1903 to Bert C. Youman

		(1868-1923) age 55

		Issue IV: Zora Elizabeth Youman b 9/3/1904.  Zora lived in

Westerville, OH.  Was educated at Otterbein College,rec'd a degree for teaching

but graduated during the depression when there was no market for teachers.

She then took a business course and became a secretary at Westerville High. As 

she says, a career she immensely enjoyed as it put her in touch with the school	

personnel as well as the students and she often was a confidant of these

teenagers.  Zora recently retired from her position as sec'y to the principal.	

She never married.

	2. Minnie Ginn (1862-1933), d age 71 md 

	Inman C. Budd (1865-8/6/1929), d age 61.

	bd Galena 

	Issue IV: Madge Barrows (7/27/1920)

        3. Allie Ginn (1850-1927), d age 77, md 

	William Foster

	Issue V:  Anabel and Mike Daugherty

        Burr Foster md Grace Dill

	Issue V:  Dorothy Foster md Floyd Fickle

	4. Freddie Ginn (12/1869-2/23/1871) d age 1 yr 2 months bd Galena


	II 5	Tammison (Tammy) b 1846, md in 1865 to Isaac Watters 

		Issue  III: Will Watters, Frank Watters (d 1915) in Toledo, Ohio,

			Eva Watters, Gertie Watters, Clinton Watters, Destimona

			Watters (d 1926)

		
Mary Ann (Buxton) Longshore died in 1846. Warner married Cordelia Searles in

1846.


	II 6	Mary Longshore (1847-9/28/1926),bd in Sunbury Cemetery  She

never married, kept house for her father and Clem Longshore,her cousin, in

the house where she was born.  After Clem and Ella were married, she

maintained an apartment within the house.

     	II 7	Harmon Longshore (1851-10/8/1898) died age 46 of typhoid 

		fever, md Abbie Ross (1852-4/4/1939) </text>
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                    <text>[page 68]

[corresponds to page 65 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Warner Longshore line - Warner and Cordelia (Searles)
Longshore family
_________________________________________________________________________


Issue III: Wilbur, Bertha, Warner (II), Clarence,Florence, and

	Elsie Longshore; Florence, Warner, Clarence were

	 born in Iowa.

		  1-	Wilbur Longshore (1874-5/7/1948) married in 
	
		      	1900 to Edna Mann, dv. md2 Nettie Smith 
		
			(2/20/1940)

		Issue IV:  Abner Ross Longshore (4/21/1903-

			   7/1930) died age 27

		  2 -	Bertha Longshore (1875-1952), d age 77, md 

			George Reiselt (1856-1934)

			Issue IV: Howard Harmon Reiselt (7/1/1897) on 

			3/17/1917 md Sylvia Mae Huff

			Issue V:  Bernard, Marjorie Jane, Barbara, 

				Kenny,and Hilda Reiselt

				1- Bernard Reiselt md Edna Mitchell, 

				ch:  Ronald,Clifford, Richard, &amp; 

				Edward Reiselt

				Issue VI:

					1- Ronald Resielt md Nancy 

					Overturf, ch  David &amp; Kevin

					2- Clifford Reiselt md Sharon 

					Grice, ch  Bart Reiselt

					3- Richard Reiselt md Mary 

					Smith ch:  Cindy Reiselt

					4-Edward Reiselt md Sharon 

					Grimes, ch:  Jeff &amp; Craig

					5-Marjorie Jane Reiselt md 

					Carl Harrington ch:  Brenda

					Harrington md Myron 
	
					Burdg, ch:  Sarah,Julia, and

					Jason Burdg

					6-Barbara Reiselt md Eugene 

					Cahill, ch:  Barb (Moller)

					and Linda (Scheiderer), ch:  Tiffany

					7- Kenny Reiselt md Charlene 

					Armston, ch:  Leslie Reiselt

					md Charleve Armston, ch:

					Leslie Reiselt md Susie Kandel

					8- Hilda Reiselt md Carroll 

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                    <text>[page 69]

[corresponds to page 66 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of Warner Longshore Line - Warner and Cordelia (Searles)
Longshore Family
_____________________________________________________________________

			3. Warner Longshore -2 (1876-3/1/1940) md in 1899 to

			Alice Miles (1873-1/13/1928) Warner was a rather short,

stocky built man, he worked as a log hauler, railroader, and lastly on the State Highway 

in Ohio. He lived in and around Galena most of his life.

			Issue IV:  Dellena Wave, Kelley Miles, Clyde, Harold, Pearl,

			and Ralph Longshore

			1-Dellena Wave Longshore (b &amp; d 1904)

			2- Kelly Miles Longshore (11/9/1905) about 1938 

			md Gertrude Davison.  He was a railroader until 

			retirement.  They live in Tuscon, Arizona, 

			no children

			3- Clyde Longshore (1908-1975) md Soophia [Sophia] Miles 

			on 12/6/1933;settled in Cardington, Ohio,

			where he farmed, ch: Marilyn Jean and James

			Longshore

			Issue V: 

				1- Marilyn Longshore (4/28/1938) md Richard
 
				Shoemaker, ch:  Tony, Larry, and Cindy 

				Shoemaker

				2- James Longshore (6/8/1946)

			4- Harold Longshore (1910) md Leota Millins [Mullins] in 

			1931. They live Rural Route Galena, retired from 

			North American Aviation.

			Issue  V: Harold Richard, Donna, Linda, &amp; Larry Longshore

				   1 -	Harold Richard Longshore (8/22/1932) md

					Jackie Marshall in 1952, dv., ch:  Steven

					(10/29/1955) and Janet Longshore (2/6/1957)

					H. Richard Longshore md Dee ___, live in

					Dayton, Ohio, ch:  Harold Richard, Jr. (5/3/1958),

					James (10/23/1960), and Penny Sue (9/3/1962)

				   2 -	Donna Longshore (2/8/1938) md Andrew Gallick

					(7/18/1955), live Huntsville, Alabama, ch:

					Mark (3/31/1963), and Sheryl Gallick (1/16/1965)

				   3 -	Linda Longshore (2/16/1944), on 9/13/1963 md

					Ray Downing (10/23/1943), live in Wash. C.H., Ohio

					ch:  Kevin (4/27/1965) and Karin (12/19/1967) Downing
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                    <text>[page 70]

[corresponds to back of page 67 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Warner Longshore line - Warner and Cordelia (Searles)

Longshore family through Harold &amp; Leota (Millin) Longshore family

____________________________________________________________________________


	4. Larry Michael Longshore (3/27/1951) 

	in 1970 md Debbie Hunter 
	
	(8/30/1955), live near Westerville

	ch:  Gary Longshore (7/4/1970)

III 6	Elsie b about 1884  md Roy Burnett dv  

	She Lives in Cols.  Also made her living as a

	seamstress in downtown stores in Columbus. Elsie,

	much later, md a Mr. Luminais, dv

	Issue IV:  Frances Burnett b._ _ _ _ _  not married


This completes the Warner (I) Longshore line

       ___________________________________________

			Rachel Longshore

The Fourth child of the founding father David Longshore 

			(and wife, Elizabeth)



I D  There is not much evidence to support the fact Rachel Longshore was a

child of David's, except it is known they had three daughters; that Rachel was

born in the same age bracket;and in the Vital Statistics in Delaware County

Library archives, a Rachel Longshore in 1836 md Tallman Squires.  The Squires

always knew there was a family connection, even though they were not able to 

trace it down,and in the early days of the Longshore Reunion, which began in 

1898, they attended regularly.


___________________________________________________________



A history of how the Longshore Reunion all began follows:
___________________________________________________________

The Longshore Reunion idea was conceived on September 4,1897 at Condit,

Ohio in the home of Mrs. Ida Longshore (widow of David's son, Charles). Her

daughter, Eugenie Carpenter invited some folks into their home to celebrate

Ida's 80th birthday.  It was then the well-wishers present decided to organize an

annual get-together beginning the next year, planning to have the first meeting 

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                    <text>[page 71]

[corresponds to page 68 of I-DENTITY]



president was Seth Longshore, Secretary Burr Squires.  The reunion date later

was changed to the 2nd Sunday in August.  (The old-timers frowned on social

activity on Sunday)  The reunion has met every year since, making this the 78th 

one.

	This Reunion has been a large factor in holding the families together, 

forming a nucleus, sort of.  Although it was always held in central Ohio, since

that is the scene that the emigrators picked way back in 1808; family members

in various years have come from Iowa, Illinois, Indiana and Minnesota,as well

as distant points in Ohio.  For many years, the annual affair was held in 

different private homes; then in Galena Park where Charlie Longshore so

faithfully reserved the tables for the picnic; then it met a few times in Mt. Vernon

Municipal Park to be nearer the Mt. Vernon, Marion, and Mansfield contingent,

but for the past 15 or so years, the group has voted to meet in the beautiful

Centerburg Park facilities.  It has shelter houses, horseshoe courts, basketball 

court, and playground equipment in a lush setting beside a little stream. It has 

been a tradition to serve ice cream in the afternoon following the business 

meeting.  Although everyone is stuffed to the brim with the abundance of good 

food these excellent cooks turn out, there is always room made for this extra

treat.  In these days of deep freezers, et cetera, ice cream is not the thrill it once 

was, but yet the youngsters, who by then have run off their calories, look 

forward to this part of the program, and yes, even the oldsters enjoy it!


	Speaking of program, most likely everyone present can recall having 

taken part in it in one way or another.  The program through the years has taken on 

every aspect in the entertainment field, and as one One that stands out is

Bob Cline telling us "That's Good; That's Bad" well --- and Jim Longshore's tale 

about "No More Squoles".  In this annual "talent show" there have been 

reminiscences by the senior members; guitar and accordian playing; trios and

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                    <text>[page 72]

[corresponds to page 69 of I-DENTITY]

	Some of the young adults remember fun things in their play; such as

walking the logs at the Galena Park, or the annual dousing someone's sure to

get in the babbling brook at Centerburg Park.  Those on the Park Reserve

Committee could tell of some near fights over the saving of the shelter houses - 

times when they have had to spend the night lying or sitting on one of the 

tables in order to keep it!  It is on a first-come-first-served basis for the early 

bird gets the shelter house.


	Best of all is the visiting and renewing of old acquaintances and the 

making of new firends among relatives.

	"Auld Lang Syne", "Till We Meet Again" !


There were 43 present in that first select group, 19 of them, Longshore by name, 

but all related or family connected:


Mrs Ida (Charles) Longshore 			Charlie Longshore, Richwood

Mrs Eugenie (Longshore) Carpenter  		Mrs. Harriett Gin, Galena	

Mrs. Della Carpenter		   		Miss Elmine Ginn	  

Mr. &amp; Mrs. Fred Carpenter	   		Mrs. Minnie Budd	  

Chelsea, Clyde, Kenneth		   		Madge Budd		 

&amp; Frank Carpenter		   		Mrs. Wm. Foster,Sunbury

Mr. &amp; Mrs. Seth Longshore, Johnstown		Zora, Burr, Wilma Foster

Eva,Von, Fern, Iva				John Squires, Chesterville

Mr. &amp; Mrs. I.N. Longshore, Sunbury		Burr Squires		  

Mr. &amp; Mrs. James White	Eden			Mr. &amp; Mrs. Arton Squires  

Miss Mary Longshore Vans Valley			Mr. &amp; Mrs. Ervin Squires  

Mr. &amp; Mrs. Clement Longshore	   		Mr. &amp; Mrs. James Clevenger

Bryan Longshore			   		Mrs. Abbie Longshore, Galena

Florence, Elsie, Clarence Longshore

						

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                    <text>[page 73]

[corresponds to page 70 of I-DENTITY]

			Sarah Longshore

	The Fifth child of the founding father David Longshore

			(and wife, Elizabeth)

I E Sarah Longshore b 18116 - on 1/28/1836 md Hiram Carpenter in Delaware, Co. Ohio

	The 1840 census shows the family had 2 children 1 boy, and 1 girl



			Charles Longshore

		The Sixth child of the founding father David Longshore

			(and wife, Elizabeth)

	
I F Charles Longshore b 1818 d 8/1894  a 76, in 1840 md Ida Sharp (b 1817

d 8/23/1901 d a 83) three years afer the birthday party in her honor which 

start the Longshore Reunion.  Ida had a very tragic life, having borne 5 children,

three of whom died as young men and one as a small boy. Only the daughter 

survived.  (See preceding biography)

	Issue II:

	     1- Cyrus Clinton Longshore b 1845 d 10/3/1848 age 3

	     2- Jasper W. Longshsore b 1842 d 3/10/1867 Co 96 Reg OVI 

		Served in the Civil War

	     3-	Robert Clark Longshore b 1843 d 7/18/1868 age 25

	     4-	Eugenia Longshore b 1846 d 1920 d age 74

	     5-	James Seth b 1852 - d 3/26/1867 age 15


	Charles, of course, shared in all this sadness.  He farmed all his life

	near Condit in Trenton Twp. on N. 3C Hwy.


	4- Eugenia Longshore b 1846 d 1920 bd Trenton 

	   md Johnson Carpenter b 1836 d 1870 bd Galena. 

	   He was in the Civil War 3 years serving as a Cpl. in Co. C of

	   the 32nd Inf.

	   Eugenia was a widow 50 of her 74 years, and lived with her

	   parents, on the farm she later owned.  In her late years, she
 
	   moved to Maryland with her son, Fred, and died there. She

	   is bd in Trenton Cemetery.

	Issue III: Fred and Frank Carpenter

			2 - Frank died at age 26 of TB, md but no children.

			1 - Fred b 1868 d 1950 md Cora Fox dv. d age 82


			Death Notice of Fred Carpenter

	"Fred A. Carpenter, son of Eugenia and Johnson Carpenter.

	Born Trenton Township, Delaware County 1/15/1868 

	d 2/8/1950 at Kilbourne.  Married Cora Fox 2/25/1892.

	Survived by 3 sons and 2 daughters:  Clyde,Kenneth, Elmer, 

	Beatrice, and Florence. Chelsea, Frank, and Earl preceded in 

	death. Survived by 23 grandchildren and 25 great grand-

	children."


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                    <text>[page 74]

[corresponds to page 71 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Charles &amp; Ida (Sharp) Longshore line


Fred was a railroader and in later working years lived in Maryland, taking his 

mother, Eugenie, and son, Chelsea to live with him.  During his retirement years,

he lived in Kilbourne.  He was a mathematical "whiZ" as he could add several 

columns of figures at once in his head.


	Issue IV: Chelsea, Clyde, Frank, Kenneth, Earl, Beatrice, 

	Elmer, Florence


	IV 1 -	Chelsea Carpenter b 1890 d 3/1926 age 36 

		md Aline Scott,lived in Cheshire, Ohio.  At age 

		7, he went to live with his grandmother, 

		Eugenie Carpenter, and at age 17 moved to 

		Maryland with her to live with his father.

		Issue  V:

		     1 - Helen Ruth Carpenter b 10/16/1916 md 

			Ralph Alton on 6/1937.  After his death 

			she married a Mr. Jolly. They live in

			California.

		     2- Merle Scott Carpenter b 1918 d   ,

			killed by a fall from a silo, which caused 

			a skull fracture.

		     3- Cecil Carlyle Carpenter b 1/20/1921

		     4- Albert Lincoln Carpenter b 6/14/1923, 

			lived with his grandmother, Cora 

			Carpenter, after his father's death when 

			he was 3.  The other children were sent 

			to the Children's Home.

	IV  2 -	Clyde Carpenter b 1893 d 8/1950, md 

		Helen Updike

	    Issue V:

		    1-	DeWitt Carpenter

		    2-	Bob Carpenter


	IV   3 - Frank Carpenter (#2) b 1894 d 6/9/1938 

		(according to his sister, Bea Barcus, as she 

		says he was age 44 at death - there is a)

		discrepancy here).  He died of a stroke and

		heart attack, is bd in Trenton Cemetery 

		md 7/3/1915 to Nellie Nash (1897 d 1976) 

		Issue  V: Hilda, Frances, George E., Mary, 

			  Juanita Jane.

			1- Hilda Carpenter b 1916 md Ernest 

			Bennett 1/1938  live in Columbus.

				Issue VI:</text>
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[page 75]

[corresponds to page 72 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Fred and Cora (Fox) Carpenter line

		Emory Bennett b 11/25/1942 md.

		Dianne Whitehead - no children


	2- Frances Carpenter b 1918 on 6/20/1937 md

	 Lauris Bennett (b 8/4/1901)

	    Issue  VI: Patricia, Donna, Larry Curtis, and

	Suzanne - all born Galena where

	they have always lived


     		1.Patricia Bennett b 11/27/1938, in 

		1956 md Ellis Adkins, Jr.

		Roy, Randolph, Liza Jane, Sarah Marie.


		Issue VII: 

		1  Roger Adkins b 12/24/1958

		2  RoseMary Adkins b 6/2/1960

		3- Judith Ann Adkins b 10/5/1966

		4- Ellis Adkins III b 1/20/1964

		5- Roy Adkins b 5/14/1966

		6- Randolph b 3/14/1970

		7- Liza Jane b 8/27/1972

		8- Sarah Marie b 8/21/1975


	This family lives near Bristol, Virginia


		2-Donna Bennett b 8/22/1940 on 

		3/17/1960 md George Hogg 

		(b 11/24/1938).  George is post-

		master in Galena, Ohio.

			Issue  VII:  5 adopted children

			1- Troy Hogg b 4/18/1954 

			   md Patricia

			2- Eugene Hogg b 11/30/1961

			3- Eugenia Hogg b 11/30/1961

			4- Michael Hogg b 1962

			5- Richard Hogg b 12/13/1962


		3- Larry Curtis Bennett b 1/3/1943 

		md Phyllis Cookson (b 3/27/1945)

		on 9/5/1964

			Issue VII:

			1-Jerry Lee Bennett b 6/8/1866

			2-Curtis Allen b 12/8/1970

			3-Rebecca Lynn Bennett 

			b 10/22/1972

			This family lives in Galena


		4-Suzanne Bennett b 9/5/1947 on

		11/1968 md Richard Alexander 

		(b 5/22/1944)</text>
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                    <text>[page 76]

[corresponds to page 73 of I-DENTITY]



		Issue  VII:

		1-Tammy Sue Alexander 

			b 6/7/1970

		 2-	Richard (Ricky) Alexander 

			b 9/11/1973


		V 3- George E. Carpenter b 12/9/1920 the third

			child of Frank and Nellie Nash Carpenter

			d 1/1965 of a heart attack age 45 md Bonita

			Grove dv

			Issue VI: Raymond Carpenter by #1 

				Debora Carpenter by #2

				1- Raymond Carpenter b 3/1940 

				md Carol Brinkman (4/19/1938)

				Issue VII:

					1-  Gordon Earl Carpenter b 11/17/1960

					2-  Kristy Kay Carpenter b 9/9/1962

					3-  Dana Lynn Carpenter b 12/18/1963

					4- Brian Henry Carpenter b 2/8/1965


				This family lived in Greenwood, Ind.


		V 4- Mary Carpenter b 1925 md. Harold Fetter, Jr.  

			Issue V:

			     1- Christine Fetter

				VI - suzie

			     2-	Sallie Fetter

			     3-	Julia Fetter

			     4-	Franklin Fetter

			     5-	Jennifer Fetter


		V 5- Juanita Jane Carpenter b 1928 md1 

			Robert Newberry md2 Lester Murray

			Live in Columbus, Ohio.

				Issue V:
'
			     	1- Robert Newberry  

				2- Theresa Newberry 

				
	IV -4	Kenneth Carpenter- Fourth son of Fred Carpenter &amp; Cora 

		Carpenter b 1895 d 1976 age 80 md Grace Bennett

		on 6/4/1917  dv  later md2 Iris ____ (d 1963)  

		Kenneth was a Sgt. in the Army during WWI and was in France 1918 &amp; 1919.  

		He was quite versatile in his occupations: having worked as a blacksmith, 

		carpenter, schoolbus driver, driver on a bus for Buckeye 

		Stage lines and in later years was guard at the Ordinance Plant in Marion, Ohio.

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                    <text>[page 77]

[corresponds to page 74 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation of the Charles Longshore line through daughter Eugenia, family 

of Fred and Cora Carpenter
____________________________________________________________________________


			Issue V:

			     1-	Viola Carpenter b 1921

			     2-	Gladys Carpenter b 1923


			V-   1  Viola Marie Carpenter b 2/11/1921, on 

				3/9/1939 md Webster (Bud) Potts

				Issue VI:  David, Dora, Joyce Elizabeth, Velma

				Nadine, Verle Potts

					1-David Potts b 1940 md Marjorie 

					Hubbard on 5/1960

					Issue VII:

					     1-	Kevin Wayne Potts b 2/26/1961

					     2-	Kimberly Wynne b 6/17/1963

					2-Dora Potts b 4/14/1942 md Tom 

					Stockdale 8/29/1964

					Issue VII:

					     1-Anna Louise Stockdale b 4/8/1967

					     2-Alice Lynn Stockdale b 4/8/1968

					     3-Jason Lloyd Stockdale b 9/17/1969


					3-Joyce Elizabeth Potts b 11/11/1944 

					md Harold Harris on 12/21/1963

					Issue VII:

					     1-Karen Marie Harris b 8/17/1964

					     2-Gregory Dean Harris b 5/22/1967

					     3-Christina Lois Harris b 10/22/1969

					     4-Kelli Nadine Harris b 3/15/1972

			 		4-Velma Nadine Potts b 10/19/1949 md 

					Marshall Hicks on 12/24/1970

					Issue VII:

					     1-John Marshall Hicks b 12/22/1973

					     2-Rebecca Adele Hicks b 3/9/1975


					5-Verle Potts b 3/7/1951 md Kathy Cook 

					on 2/21/1970

					Issue VII:

					     1-Jill Kimberly Potts b 9/8/1970

					Verle was in the Marines during the Vietnam War

			V 2 Gladys Marguerite Carpenter-second daughter of Kenneth &amp;

				Grace Carpenter - md Coy Green, 1948, dv

			Issue VI: 1-Coy Green, Jr. b 1949

				Gladys m2 Strader

			Issue VI: 2- Patricia Strader (b 1957)   

				  3- Marguerite Strader (b 1965)
					               

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                    <text>[page 78]

[corresponds to page 75 of I-DENTITY]

Continuation Charles Longshore line --Earl Carpenter Family

IV 5 -Earl Carpenter b 1900 d 1/1/1936 md 4/10/1924 to

		Ruth Powless

		m2 Bernice Rush Earl was killed in a truck accident on New

			Year's Day

		Issue V:   

		1 Betty Jean Carpenter md ____ Biggs, lives in Delaware

		(She is Earl and Ruth's child)

		     2	Minnie Margaret

			Ted Carpenter

			Loyce Carpenter

			(These last three, Earl and Bernice's children)


IV 6-	Beatrice Carpenter b 1903 md Norman Barcus 1921

		Lives in Sunbury

		Issue V:

		     1- Leonard Gale Barcus b 1923 md Magdalene Skaggs

			in 1950.  They live in Hilliard, Ohio.  Gale recenlty retired

			from Westinghouse, Inc. and will soon become an

			ordained Methodist minister.  Magdalene works for the

			DynaTrol Corp.

			Issue VI: Vivian, Norman, Leonard Barcus

			     1-Vivian Barcus b 1951 md LeRoy Gaines

				Issue VII:

				     1	Michael Gaines

				     2	Shawn Gaines

				     3	Shannon Gaines


			     2	Margaret Irene Barcus b 8/1/1925 md Meade Faye

				Irene and Meade live in Newark

				Issue VI:

				     1	Earl William Faye not md., lives in Cleveland, OH
					
				     2	Robert Eugene Faye b----    works at New Hope

					Boys' Ranch, Reynoldsville, Ohio

				     3	Caroline Sue Faye b----   md Steven Cramer

					Issue VII:

					     1-	Regina Lynn Cramer b 1974

			     3	Jean Marie Barcus b 4/21/1930 md William Klick

				Now live near Sunbury, Ohio; formerly lived in San

				Diego, California.

				Issue VII:

				     1-	Karen Klick (adopted) md John Helms II

					Issue VII:

					     1-John Helms III b 1976

			     4	Arthur Milton (Jake) Barcus b 11/24/1932 d 10/1968

				 md Phyllis Tucker

				Issue  VI:

				     1	Cathy Jo Barcus b 1959

				     2	Cindy Leigh Barcus b 5/27/1962</text>
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                    <text>[page 79]

[corresponds to page 76 of I-DENTITY]

		3-John Charles Barcus b 7/6/1966

Continuation Charles Longshore line -- Beatrice (Carpenter) &amp; Norman Barcus family
__________________________________________________________________________________


			5-Donald Cloise Barcus b 7/27/1934 md Betty Brown dv 1974
		
			Issue VI:

			     1	David Barcus b 1956 lives in Florida

			     2	Danny Barcus b 1959

			     3	Terry Lee Barcus b 8/1966

			     4	Carman Barcus b 11/

				Donald md2 Janet Bullock in 1976  He is a retired Navy Career

				man, and now lives in Doylestown, Pennsylvania

	
		IV 7 Elmer George Carpenter - the seventh child of Fred &amp; Cora Carpenter 

			Elmer George Carpenter b 5/3/1905 d 4/9/1967 age 62

			md to Lila ----

			Issue V:

		     	1- Elmer William Carpenter b 6/1923

		     	2- Floyd Carpenter b 8/24/1927, was in WWII, died during the

			   war from measles contracted while in Japan.

		     	3- Allen Carpenter b

		    	4- Peggy Carpenter b    in San Diego, California



	The following is the death notice of Elmer G. Carpenter from a newspaper clipping:

	
	"Elmer G. Carpenter, Croton died Doctor's Hospital, Columbus, Ohio

	of heart attack 4/9/1967.  Retiree Naval Career (electronics); Veteran WWII,

	Police Reserve Officer in Security.  Retired 10/31/1966.  Survivors:  wife Lila of 

	Croton, 2 sisters, Beatrice Barcus and Florence Huffman, 2 children -

	Peggy Carpenter of San Diego, Calif. and Allen Carpenter of Mt. Vernon,

	Ohio.  Military funeral Service Wednesday Snyder-Melick Funeral Home

	Interment East Lawn, Centerburg."


	Elmer had spent his last years in Texas and San Diego and had moved to Croton, Ohio 

	just 2 weeks before his sudden death.

	
		IV 8 Florence Carpenter -Last child of Fred and Cora (Fox) Carpenter

		b 7/1/1907 in Galena md Homer Huffman 1926; they recently

		celebrated 50 years of marriage. They live in Centerburg.

		Issue V:

		     1- Clark E. Huffman b 3/10/1928

		     2	Mabel Beatrice Huffman b 3/26/1933 md Bob Pruett

			Issue VI:

			    1	Cheryl Pruett

			    2	Michael Pruett

			    3	Cathy Pruett


This completes the Charles and Ida Sharp Longshore Branch (Charles was the 6th child

of David and Elizabeth (Warner) Longshore

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                    <text>[page 80]

[corresponds to page 77 of I-DENTITY]



			David Longshore, Jr.

The Seventh child of David and Elizabeth (Warner) Longshore



IG  David Longshore, was born 1823 in Ohio md Sarah Shannon

	Issue

	     1-	Augusta Longshore b. 1849

	     2-	Mary Longshore b. 1850

	     3-	Serepta J. Longshore b. 1853

             4-	Frank Longshore b 1860

For additional information by Judy (Longshore) Campbell see Addendum

_____________________________________________________________________


			Girl (Unknown name) Longshore

	The Eighth child of David and Elziabeth (Warner) Longshore


IH  The eighth child is a daughter, ----, and so far there is  no data on her.

     Perhaps she was not number eight in the "line-up" but it seems best to put her

     in that sequence, since no date has been found by this compiler.

______________________________________________________________________
	


Note - 	This completes the tabulations of the David and Elizabeth (Warner) Longshore line 

	by this compiler.  Every effort has been made to keep the lines

	straight but if some should have crossed, it is because sometimes there

	were so many Davids, Charles', et cetera, most without benefit of I, II, Sr.,

	Jr., or whatever.  It was the custom to have namesakes in the early days,

	more then than now, and so babies were named not only after parents

	and grandparents but also after aunts, uncles, etc., so again a confusion

	develops - and there's no one to ask in most instances!


	Also much of this information has been gathered via telephone so again

	there is a greater margin for error in that type communication. And I may 

	as well admit it - sometimes I "goof" just for no reason at all! Seriously 

	though, all of this compiling has been done with the best of Intentions, 

	and no slights or errors intended.
	
	So now, you know "who's who" among the Longshores!

						-Maxine
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                    <text>[page 81]

[corresponds to page 78 of I-DENTITY]


Note - The following material is included because this writer feels it can be fit into the

family history somewhere,although she has not been able to find the "hook-up" as of

now.(1976)  It was submittted by Curtis Longshore of Johnstown, Ohio last October at

his home when this compiler visited him there as he was recuperating from surgery. 

He died a few months later.


From the CENTENNIAL BIOGRAPHICAL HISTORY OF FRANKLIN CO - 1901


"Isaac Longshore, resides in Blendon Twp, born in Zanesville, Muskingum Co., 

Ohio 10/17/1844.  His parents being Thomas &amp; Mary A.(Evans) Longshore whose

6 children are:  William H., a farmer Pawnee Station, Kansas; George W., a fruit

grower in Grand Junction, Colorado; Isaac; Charles, a resident farmer of 

Missouri; Thomas H a businessman in Kansas City, Missouri; and Margaret A.,

wife of Martin Brown of Ft. Scott, Kansas.


Thomas was born in Pennsylvania in 1811, son of Amos.  Thomas, with his 

father,came to Ohio during early childhood where his family settled on a farm 

in Hocking Co. where Thomas was reared to manhood. In Muskingum Co.,

Thomas and Miss Evans (b 1817).  Thomas took up abode in Zanesville and

operated a sawmill and sale of lumber until late 1850s when he purchased a

farm in Perry Co.,Ohio, 6 miles east of New Lexington, until 1884; sold farm and

went to Kansas making his home with his children, residing there in his 89th

year, well preserved at this time (1901). Thomas is a staunch republican, served 

as a J.P. and township trustee several years; deacon in Baptist Church.  Wife died

in 1892 at age 75 (wife of Thomas)


Isaac bought the homestead from his father, Thomas.  House was over 100 years

old.  He later married Elizabeth Driggs and moved to Morgan Co., purchased 80

acres of land near Beavertown. He operated the farm there until 8 years later

and then came to Blendon Twp., corner of 161 &amp; 3C.  Isaac's 5 children:

Jeremiah W. (Cincinnati Railway mail service); Archibald A.(1882-1902),

agriculturist (broom manufacturer) delivered brooms to penitentiary, wife

Minnie Buck; Josephine M., wife of Rev. R.W. Kohr; Edward md Lulu Buck; ---- [Cora] M.

at home."


Amos Longshore 17----

Thomas  1811

Isaac  1844 - 1930 (couldn't serve in Civil War; 

couldn't bite cartridges with false teeth.)

Archibald C.  1882 - 1962 (Isaac's son)

Curtis      -1976 Archibald's son



1/2/1962

LONGSHORE

A.C. Longshore, age 91,

Johnston, Ohio. Survived by

daughter, Mrs. Dwight Smith;

son, Curtis L. Longshore, 

Johnstown; sister, Mrs. Josephine

Kohr, Pasadena, Calif. Brother,

Edward Longshore, Johnstown,

Service Thursday 2 p.m.

Crouse and Son Funeral Home.,

Johnstown. Entombment in 

Otterbein Cemetery Mausoleum, 

Westerville, Ohio. Friends may call

at the funeral home...

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                    <text>[page 82]

[corresponds to unnumbered page 79 of I-DENTITY]


			Additional Longshore Information

			 by Judy (Longshore) Campbell

David Longshore (I) lived in Middletown, Bucks County, Pennsylvania. In

the 1800 Bucks County Census, he is listed with the unmarried men. He

and Elizabeth Weaber were married by Isaac Hicks, J.P. on January 20, 

1802 in Middletown Twp., Pennsylvania. Elizabeth is listed as a spinster.

(She was 19). Her name on almost all Genealogical records (including, 

LDS records) is Warner. Her mother's maiden name was Warner and I

believe that she took that as her own maiden name after her marriage.

The tombstone of David Longshore says that he came to Ohio in 1806. It

also states that he was 79 years 9 months 8 days old. Later census 

records say that he came from Pennsylvania. After his wife Elizabeth

(Warner) died on August 8, 1840 he married Elisabeth (Betsy) Benton on

June 20th 1842. Betsy and her husband lived on a farm next to the 

Longshores.


David and his brother, Euclydus bought land together in 1811 and 

David lived in the same place the rest of his life.


			Family of John Longshore

			first son of David (1)

John Longshore b. 10/9/1802 d 3/18/1877 married Clarinda Benedict b.

about 9/7/1807 died 12/2/1871


After the family came to Ohio. John spent his whole life in Delaware

County and later owned a farm next to his fathers.

Children:

	1. David C. Longshore b. 3/16/1827 died 9/05/1907 on 3/12/1851

	md Fannie Bailey daughter of James and Eve (Kitts) Bailey.

	Fannie was born 3/12/1829 and died 6/11/1901. David fought in

	the civil War for Iowa and moved there to live in 1861. He lived in

	Valley Junction (Polk County, Iowa), the rest of his life.

		Children:

		1- George b. 1853, Ohio died May 26, 1912, Iowa

		m. Rosaline

			1 daughter - Bessie b 1874 d 12/20/02

		2- Julia b 1856, Illinois lived in Iowa

		3- Alice b 1/12/1858, Illinois on 1/11/1883 md William

		Youngerman. She died 10/3/1884 and is buried in Iowa

		4- Henry Lee Longshore b 7/26/1860 d?





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                    <text>[page 83]

[corresponds to unnumbered page 80 of I-DENTITY]


	on 9/5/1888 md Anna Bell (Drury) b12/1865

	Children:

	1- Hazel L. Longshore b 11/19/1890

	2- Edith Blanche b 6/5/1892

	3- Gladys b. 9/1894

5-Infant b. 2/15/1863*

6-Infant b 4/1867*

7-Edwin Asa Longshore b. 8/21/1868 d 4/21/1935

  on 8/21/1890 married Minnie Grace Chittenden

  (b 12/3/1870 d 3/8/1931)

	children:

	1- Cecil A. Longshore b. 11/21/1891 d 12/4/1971

	never married

	2- Blanche Marie b. 8/26/1893 d 10/17/75

	never married

	3- Harold Longshore b 10/12/1898 d 5/28/1960 on

	10/12/1929 married Clista Davis (b 6/9/1908)

	d 4/21/2002)

		children:

		Jacqueline md Sam Genovese

		Harold Jr. - never married

	4-Russell Eldon Longshore b 8/18/1901 d 11/30/1973

	never married

	5- Ellwyn Edwin Longshore b 2/4/1904 d 10/3/1995
 
	on 7/1/1934 md Audrey Lavona Burk

		children: Judith Elaine

			  David Edwin


2. Aaron Longshore b Apr. 5. 1828 d 1/30/1855 on 10/21/1852

md Lucinda Powell

	1 child Phebe who married Noah Coons


3. Hannah Longshore b. 7/8/1842 d. 10/31/1864 on 8/29/1861

md Nathan T. Stanley. Nathan was in the Civil War and away 

from home when Hannah died.
	
	children:

	1- John E. Stanley

	2- Charles Lee Stanley


	Note: After Hannah's death, her boys lived with their

grandparents John and Elisabeth. John's Will says that James Lampman

will be guardian of John E. Longshore (Stanley) and that his son, David

Longshore (in Iowa) will be guardian of Charles Lee stanley. Charles</text>
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                    <text>[page 84]

[corresponds to unnumbered page 81 of I-DENTITY]

Stanley and Edwin Longshore married Chittenden sisters. ---My brother -

in-law is my cousin?

			The Family of David Longshore, Jr.

			    The 7th child of David (1)


	There is more to be told of this family than will be told here. David, 

Jr. lived with his parents. The rules by which he would take care of them

in their old age and thereby inherit their land was written in deed form.

After the death of David Sr., David, Jr. sued all his brothers and sisters

for the right to the land. In this suit is evidence that Rachel Squires is a

sister of this Longshore family. David Jr, sues her children, since she was 

already dead.

	David Jr. served in the Civil War. His records show that he enlisted

at the end of the War so he wasn't in very long. He served with an Ohio

group.

	David was born about 1822 d 9/5/1871 and on 4/13/1848 married

Sarah Ellen Shannon. (b 2/06/1824 d 10/26/1895)

	Children:

	1- Agusta L. b 4/9/1849 d 10/11/1882 on 11/11/1867 md

		Edward D. Lunt (b 7/11/1844)

		Children: Charles E., Frank P. Emma L., Inez L.

		(After her death, Charles remarried and moved to Wapello, Iowa)

	2- Margaret Louisa b. 1850

	3- Serepta J. b 1851

	4- Frank M. b 10/1855

*David Jr. and David, son of John, both ended up living just miles apart in

Des Moines, Iowa. They are both buried in the same cemetery in a plot

purchased by David Longshore. There is no indication which David. The

infants buried there simply state infant of D. Longshore. It cannot be

certain which David Longshore family they belong to.


After David Jr's death, Sarah lived with her daughter Mary and family.

They went west in the late 1800's and she died and is buried in Mountain 

Home, Idaho.


		Mark Longshore, son of Isaac Newton


Mark Longshore, son of Isaac Newton, was found by this researcher by

using the Ancestry.com database. He died in 1945. His death certificate is 

from Contra Costa County in California. (This includes the San Francisco

area. It verifies that Isaac and Angeline (Bourne) were his parents.

According to the certificate, he had lived in California for 30 years. At

time of death he was working as PBX operator at a San Francisco hotel.

		
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 A  LITTLE GIRL&#13;
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When Our Mother Was A Little Girl&#13;
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Part 1&#13;
&#13;
"What are you thinking about, Jack?" said Grandma. "I'm not Jack. I'm&#13;
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George Washington: and I'm thinking about Indians. Tell me about when you were  &#13;
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a little girl and the Indians came."&#13;
&#13;
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"Ah!" said Grandma, "George Washington saw more Indians in his day than I&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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"For birds' nest?" said Jack.&#13;
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&#13;
'No, indeed; they are for guns. At these the men would stand and fire, and&#13;
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the women down below would cling together, and the children would cry: and outside,&#13;
&#13;
the Indians, all covered with paint, would yell and dance and fire their arrows.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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curious kind of cradle. It was made of a blanket, with each of the four corners&#13;
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"Why, there are baby Indians, as well as big Indians, and they call them&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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with his poker in the cabin doorway.  The Indians, armed and painted, came&#13;
&#13;
nearer and nearer; but when within a few yards of the house they stopped and&#13;
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&#13;
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for seats, perhaps with a chair  for some old grandmother, formed the procession,&#13;
followed often by men on horseback with their wives behind them. They had no &#13;
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and all the people mourning a great man. But I have never seen anything that&#13;
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But Grandma is thinking her own thoughts and has wondered far  away from her&#13;
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&#13;
Now I will tell you one more and then we will light the lamp and get ready &#13;
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to me when I was a child. Tall and erect, with black hair and eyes so keen, no&#13;
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hunting shirt of striped flannel, with fringe around the bottom. His powder horn &#13;
and shot-bag were slung across his shoulders, and his hunting knife was in his &#13;
belt. There never was a doubt in our minds about his being able to protect us, and &#13;
I think there never was in his, for he was a man of courage. And so this morning&#13;
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saw a large party of Indians approaching the house. Father went out to meet them,&#13;
and they made signs that they wanted breakfast. Friend or foe was always made&#13;
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&#13;
"O, give it to them! I don't want to eat after red dogs!"&#13;
&#13;
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bread, which he had perfectly understood. No, we never were afraid when father &#13;
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ground;  that was a long journey and he was away several days. One stormy night  we&#13;
were sitting 'round our fire enjoying its warmth and comfort."--&#13;
&#13;
"Just like our fire, Grandma?"&#13;
"No, not very much like ours. That fireplace was three times as large; and&#13;
instead of brass fire-irons they had great black stones; called "nigger heads", and&#13;
on these were piled logs, so large and heavy, it took two  men to role them in,&#13;
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build the fires. When the family went to bed the blaze was carefully covered with &#13;
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to 'borrow' a brand or a shovelful of coals. Well, we were sitting 'round  one of&#13;
these great fires. Mother was spinning flax at her little wheel, the older girls&#13;
were knitting, and the children were listening to stories of Wyoming and mother's&#13;
childhood, when the door suddenly opened and in walked two big Indians. Indians &#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 4 of When Our Mother was a Little Girl]&#13;
&#13;
"We were very much frightened and huddled close together, but mother rose&#13;
from her wheel, and without a sign of fear, asked them what they wanted. They&#13;
made her understand, by motions, that they expected to spend the night. She&#13;
could not refuse them, it was more dangerous to send them away than it was to keep&#13;
them, so she placed chairs for them before the fire and made them as welcome as&#13;
she could.  They were not pleasant to look at as they sat in our midst wrapped in &#13;
their blankets, silent and motionless.  The more we looked at the them, &#13;
the more frightened we became, and mother was glad to take us into the next room (we had&#13;
two rooms) and put us in our beds. Then she covered the fire and told the Indians&#13;
that they could go to sleep when they liked.&#13;
&#13;
"They made ready to by lying down on the floor, with their heads to the fire&#13;
and their tomahawks for pillows, while their guns were placed carefully by their &#13;
sides. Our fears were  soon forgotten, but who can tell what our mother thought&#13;
and felt during the long hours of that winter night. She was up early in the morn-&#13;
ing and gave them their breakfast, and they were gone before the children were&#13;
awake, and even now,  I can scarcely convince myself that it was not all a dream. &#13;
&#13;
"Perhaps they were thankful to my mother. I know some Indians once re-&#13;
turned after receiving a kindness and brought baskets to the children, and one of&#13;
them gave my sister an Indian nose-ring. It was, in shape and size, very much &#13;
like the bowl of a large spoon, and would have hung over the mouth in the most in-&#13;
convenient manner. The gift seemed of no consequence to us, but when my sister&#13;
sold it a peddler for a silver dollar, we realized its value and envied her &#13;
accordingly. Fifty cents was a large sum of money  to possess in those days and&#13;
Sophronia never thought of spending it, but rubbed it bright with vinegar and&#13;
ashes and put it carefully away in a box, bringing it out as a great treasure when&#13;
our cousins and the neighbor children came to visit us.&#13;
&#13;
"And that reminds me of a piece of money I had given to me when I was a&#13;
little girl, and all the trouble it made me."  "Money don't make me trouble,"&#13;
said Jack. "But I'm not a girl. Tell me about it.  "There was no hotels in&#13;
Kingston in those early times, and travelers were obliged to depend on the hospi-&#13;
tality of the settlers, and it soon became known far and near that anyone stop-&#13;
ping at Abram Rosecrans' would be certain of  a place to sleep and something to eat,&#13;
so it was no unusual thing  to see a stranger riding up and hear him ask if&#13;
he could spend the night. Father had always one answer - "You must take care of &#13;
your own horse. There's the stable and plenty of feed. And if you go before&#13;
breakfast, you'll have to pay but if you stay to breakfast, I shall not charge you&#13;
anything."  Of course the traveler, whoever he was, stayed to breakfast, and of&#13;
course, father never took any pay for his entertainment. And father's answer was&#13;
considered by us all a most excellent joke.&#13;
&#13;
"I was very fond of horses then , as I am now and when a fine horse came, it&#13;
was my delight to lead him to the trough and water him and sometimes, to steal a&#13;
ride upon his back. I liked that much better than helping mother get supper. And &#13;
although my sisters cut the bread and set the table and turned the griddle cakes,&#13;
I was always the favorite, and it was to me that one of these travelers, on going&#13;
away, gave a silver quarter of a dollar.&#13;
&#13;
"I think I must have been the first child in the family to receive money, or&#13;
my brothers and my sisters would not have treated me as they did. Or, perhaps I&#13;
was proud, and as you say, 'Took on airs'. - I no sooner received that money than &#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 5 of When Our Mother was a Little Girl ]&#13;
&#13;
she said she had rather wash them alone; that rich folks didn't need to wash&#13;
&#13;
dishes. And when I joined the twins, who were picking up chips, they went off on&#13;
&#13;
the other side of the woodpile and left me alone. I did not care about the work,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
"That afternoon Uncle Jake's children were coming over and we were going for&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
nothing else for a week. Mother had made us each a linen bag and had woven tape&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
the bonnet, for Mrs. Princes dress had answered for us all. The silk was changeable,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
envied, when the six of us rode to church in the wagon, three on a seat. No, my sisters&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
happy to keep it.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I had put it for safety under one of the stones on the hearth; but every time I&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I had a wretched night, very early heard my mother stirring in the kitchen. I am&#13;
&#13;
an old lady now, but that sound comes back to me -- our mother, in the half darkness,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
How easy it was. Now the girls would love me just the same and everything would&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
me singing and said, What makes you so happy this morning?&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Oh, I have given away my money, that's what makes me happy.&#13;
&#13;
Don't you like money? he said, laughing.&#13;
&#13;
No, I don't, and I hope I'll never have any more.&#13;
&#13;
But you have had money, said Jack.&#13;
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Yes, but none that ever caused me so much trouble as that silver quarter; and&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 6 of When Our Mother was a Little Girl ]&#13;
&#13;
Part II&#13;
&#13;
The driving sleet beats against the window, and the pine trees outside are&#13;
&#13;
heavy with snow. Long icicles hang from the piazza roof, and the little stone dog&#13;
&#13;
that guards the  door lies in a bed whiter than himself. The lake roars like the&#13;
&#13;
ocean, and the wind whistles wildly around the house. On a night like this, two&#13;
&#13;
years ago, a little bird came and knocked at our window, asking as plainly as a&#13;
&#13;
bird could ask, to be let in. Its feathers were sodden; its wing was wounded, and&#13;
&#13;
it scarcely fluttered as we warmed it in our hand, and nursed it into life. It&#13;
&#13;
seemed to trust us. But, alas! friends at night were enemies in the morning, in&#13;
&#13;
the eyes of that little bird, and it flew away without a chipper gratitude.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
grateful bird.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Jack has had a trying day, for the precincts of a house are a contracted&#13;
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&#13;
been all day on the chase and his legs are tired going up and down in quest of&#13;
&#13;
game. He has had a frightful time with a growling bear in a cave under the bed.&#13;
&#13;
He had tracked the deer to their salt licks in the kitchen, and has killed the owl&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
"Grandma, I killed a bear today. Did you ever see a man before that killed&#13;
&#13;
a bear?" and Jack elevated his small figure and put on a look of great fierceness.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
with him, we had bear steak for supper, I wonder if your bear's meat will be&#13;
&#13;
as tough as ours was! Sit down in your little chair and I will tell you about it.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
"It was a winter evening, though not so cold as it is to-night; we were&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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"We heard the report of the gun, and, the next minute, father's call for the&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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"One day I lost my dinner, and how do you think it happened? It was a warm&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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immense black snake! Its head was in my basket, and it was eating my dinner with&#13;
&#13;
great satisfaction. Oh, how we ran! -- the teacher and all. The school-house was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
"One summer's day we were gathered in the school-house, studying and recit-&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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and then the rain fell in torrents. I cannot tell how long it lasted, but when&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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sure indeed! I had no basket, but what could be better than a sun-bonnet! I&#13;
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filled it full, tied the string together for a handle, and hurried on to show&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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be walked on! It was almost wicked.'  No, there was no furniture or carpets to&#13;
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"But I was going to tell you a little story about a visit to Uncle Isaac's.&#13;
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One day, as a special favor, father said I might take the gray mare and ride over&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 10  of When Our Mother was a Little Girl ]&#13;
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&#13;
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the poor little calf, had not mother called the children and told us to scream, all&#13;
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"The men had wolf-pens all through the woods. These were made of logs with&#13;
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'We were quite excited, at one time, about a large gray wolf that prowled for &#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 12 of When Our Mother was a Little Girl ]&#13;
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Part III&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The sun shone bright and clear the morning after the storm, and Jack looked&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
"Women have to take care of men; don't they, Grandma? They can't fight and&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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"No, they don't  wear uniforms, and don't generally fight. But I know one&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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Yes, my grandfather came from "Wyoming Flats, too. He owned a good farm&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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with a man's hat upon; her head; and her constant companions were three big black &#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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coldest weather. His shirts were made of calico, a little open in the front and &#13;
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"I was a large girl before we had any church building. but meetings were &#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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and again when I was a little girl. Toney was a favorite with the children, and&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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"No , we could live and spend very little money.  The taxes were the greatest&#13;
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A Brief History of the Patrick Family.&#13;
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Land in Champaign Co., Ohio known as the Darby Plains was purchased by parties&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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Smith surveyed the crowd around him and rendered his decision - If this was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Saturday afternoons, staying until midnight, terrifying the people with their&#13;
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demoniacal yells, fighting and running horses on the street.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
 India, where his father Miles was a Methodist &#13;
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News  from Our Files&#13;
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Fifty Years Ago - 1863&#13;
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February 25, 1927&#13;
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Sixty four years ago on the 18th day of February in the little village of Woodstock,&#13;
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Warren Cushman, Dayton; and Frank, Julius and Jared Cushman of California.&#13;
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Samuel, Mark, Miles, Josephine and Julia Augusta. In 1863 Julia&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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Apollo Quartet&#13;
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Great-Gradfather Stanish in the Center&#13;
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William Henry Blake, my grandfather came to Milford Center sometime in the 1800's&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 and sister, Great Aunt Hattie Parthamore. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Revolutionary War. This I learned from &#13;
&#13;
research a distant cousin had done on the&#13;
&#13;
Parthamore family tree. Great Grandma &#13;
&#13;
Wetzel lived to be 100. The picture is of&#13;
&#13;
her birthday party at the Blake home in &#13;
&#13;
Milford Center in 1919, My mother had three sisters, Carrie, Bertha, and Alice. Her &#13;
&#13;
Two brother Henry and John served World War I.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Margaret, Robert Henry, William Howard, Bertha Lucille, Julia Virginia, Verna&#13;
&#13;
Louise then Susan who lived only a few days, having been born with a heart defect.&#13;
&#13;
Josephine Martha was next and then the three little boys as we called them when&#13;
&#13;
referring to them collectively, Charles Blake, John Franklin and Arthur Garfield.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
It was a very happy childhood for all of us. My father was firm but fair. The boys&#13;
&#13;
were kept busy with chores and work that went with his occupation. He worked for&#13;
&#13;
the railroad and also had a large tract of land for truck farming. The soil in that &#13;
&#13;
area was a rich black loam which with know how and hard work grew very good&#13;
&#13;
crops. He raised all kinds of vegetables for sale as well as providing a wonderful diet &#13;
&#13;
for the family. His hot beds in the early spring were the source of plants for most &#13;
&#13;
of the gardens in town.  Nearly everyone had a little plot.  Also tomatoes were&#13;
&#13;
canned in the W. G. Lincoln factory. He not only raised many of the plants for the&#13;
&#13;
farmers who grew them but he also produced several acres of them himself. I must&#13;
&#13;
not forget to mention the green beans. that is where we girls came in. I didn't &#13;
&#13;
mind it so much unless swimming and a picnic had been planned for the day the&#13;
&#13;
beans needed to be picked. then I would pray for rain, which was a little&#13;
&#13;
shortsighted of me, because if it rained we wouldn't be going on the picnic anyway.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
money and some of our clothes.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
would first ask Mom. She would say that we'd have to ask Pop.  All in all we were&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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I stared to school in 1920. Broshes, Clark, Conner, &#13;
&#13;
Corbett, Cushman. That was the order of seating in &#13;
&#13;
the first row in my class, grades one through 12. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 same in the village also. For the most part the &#13;
&#13;
inhabitants were four or five generations from the &#13;
&#13;
early settlers.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
 Office, 2 banks, 3 groceries, hardware, drugstore, &#13;
&#13;
restaurant, 2 garages (one in the livery stable of days&#13;
&#13;
 gone by), a Taxi Service (consisting of a Model T &#13;
&#13;
Ford Coup), Pennsylvania R.R. Station,  grain elevator, &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
school and later electric shop and furniture store.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
of thinking just about the best place on earth! I &#13;
&#13;
wouldn't have changed a thing. I knew  everyone I &#13;
&#13;
would  meet on the streets and where they lived. But&#13;
&#13;
alas, an event over which no one had any control occurred in 1933 that was to be the&#13;
&#13;
beginning of the end of the town as we knew it. President Roosevelt declared a&#13;
&#13;
moratorium on the banks. Ours closed and never reopened. In due time the villages&#13;
&#13;
nearby were to profit by the commerce which formerly was done in Woodstock. The&#13;
&#13;
loss of the bank combined with the times of the depression resulted in business&#13;
&#13;
failures. After a time not even a grocery store was doing business there.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Verna in Grade School]&#13;
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[bottom left photo: 1929 Back row left to right: Bill, Robert, Bertha, Mom, Julia, Pop, Verna, Elsie &#13;
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I remember the oldest inhabitants fondly. A few of them still wore the lace trimmed&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
of course that was the reason for our visit.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
farming full time. My sister Elsie moved to Columbus where she went to Ohio State&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
my uncle's house. He and my father listened and reported to us what was going on.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Illinois, Robert threw off a note tied to a cake of soap as they went through&#13;
&#13;
Woodstock on the Pennsylvania Railroad. One of the section hands would find it&#13;
&#13;
and bring it to our house. That created much excitement in our little town. Robert&#13;
&#13;
nicknamed "Shrimp", wrestled in the lightest weight class. Even if it appears that I&#13;
&#13;
am bragging, I must say he won most of his matches.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Bill also went O.S.U. One of his courses was in Forestry. He and a friend decided &#13;
&#13;
to go to Montana to work in the fire season as a lookout. They did that for two&#13;
&#13;
summers coming back home for the winter quarter. Always an outdoors person,&#13;
&#13;
hunting and fishing, he decided that Montana was where he wanted to hive. He&#13;
&#13;
worked for many years in the Forest Service taking courses in winter at the&#13;
&#13;
University in Missoula. He was married there and returned to Ohio only occasionally&#13;
&#13;
for a visit.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Bertha studied Horticulture. She also worked at Ohio Bell when she was in school.&#13;
&#13;
Julia and I came along in 1930 and 32 when the depression was a big factor in&#13;
&#13;
everything one might want to do. College was put on hold for us. After a time both&#13;
&#13;
of us married. I forgot my hopes of becoming a teacher. Josephine went to business&#13;
&#13;
school in Columbus. Charles, upon graduation left the next day for Ft. Bragg, N.C.&#13;
&#13;
as a Second Lieutenent in the Army. The year was 1942. John was starting his&#13;
&#13;
second year when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He left school and enlisted in the&#13;
&#13;
Marines. Arthur was the youngest and the only one at home helping run the farm.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 manage. Art was off serving as paratrooper in the 101 st Airborne.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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And now I must go back to my high school days. I always liked school and all my &#13;
&#13;
teachers. One I especially admired was my Music Teacher, Adah Madden. Every&#13;
&#13;
spring she conducted an operetta wherein all the students participated in one way or&#13;
&#13;
another. If not chosen for a major roll, she made chorus seem very important to the&#13;
&#13;
production. She knew how to get the best out of all of us. Our high school girls&#13;
&#13;
sextet was called upon to sing for many occasions. The one I shall never forget was&#13;
&#13;
a funeral. It was for a young mother who died and left six children. The funeral was&#13;
&#13;
held in the little tenant house where they lived. The oldest girl, about twelve, sat&#13;
&#13;
holding the baby. There didn't seem to be any other family members present only&#13;
&#13;
the distraught father and a few neighbors. Rather than sing, I felt more like crying.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
who were usually so happy go lucky.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
substitute, I wore the bloomers and middy blouse that were handed down through&#13;
&#13;
the years. My oldest sister, Elsie, then Bertha and finally Julia had worn them before&#13;
&#13;
me. That year new suits were purchased for the first team. Julia's team was the first&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
to appear in the "shorts". They came to the knees but after being so fully clothed&#13;
&#13;
they seemed downright risque. How important it was to look one's best out on the&#13;
&#13;
floor! We rushed home from school on Friday, washed our tennis shoe strings and&#13;
&#13;
curled our hair with a curling iron. The iron was heated by inserting it in the&#13;
&#13;
chimney of a coal oil lamp. Woe to the blonde girls who turned the wick up too&#13;
&#13;
high!  She could count on a few black streaks.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
graduated. Then we were the first team!  My younger sister Josephine also played&#13;
&#13;
basketball. soon after she graduated, all the county schools dropped girl's basketball&#13;
&#13;
from the curriculum.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo:The Woodstock girls&#13;
&#13;
Leah B. Lincoln of North Lewisburg loaned the Citizen this &#13;
&#13;
photograph of the Woodstock girls basketball team in&#13;
&#13;
their 1931-32 season. With some married names added,&#13;
&#13;
the first row, seated, are from left Mary Rhodes Stittings,&#13;
&#13;
Mildred Lucas, Verna Cushman Bergandine, Ruby &#13;
&#13;
Lucas, Harriet Lincoln West and Darlene Westfall &#13;
&#13;
Seaver.  The second row from left are Winifred Clark&#13;
&#13;
Raff, Leah Broshes Lincoln, Coach Willis Pond, Erelene&#13;
&#13;
 Westfall Simpson and Mary Connor Tackman.]&#13;
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In the summer the favorite pastime was swimming. Brush lake, located two miles,&#13;
&#13;
from town was the place to go. there were no swimming pools until &#13;
&#13;
later, consequently the young people from towns around were there &#13;
&#13;
frequently. We knew many of them from seeing them at events where&#13;
&#13;
our schools competed in sports. At any rate that was the highlight of the &#13;
&#13;
week when we could spend Sunday afternoon at the lake.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One Sunday when I was still in high school, Julia and I met these two &#13;
&#13;
fellows from Marysville, Bob Orahood and Frank Bergandine. Julia and&#13;
&#13;
Bob were married in 1932.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank's family lived in Union Co., starting with his Grandfather, Samuel&#13;
&#13;
Bergandine where in the mid eighteen hundreds he bought a farm in&#13;
&#13;
Allen Township.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Jesse, Frank's father, was born there and married Myrtle Burroughs.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
was three years old, they left the farm and moved to Marysville.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank's mother's family also settled in that general area. His great&#13;
&#13;
grandmother Holycross lived to be 104. I didn't &#13;
&#13;
know Frank's father. He died in 1930.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Brush Lake - 1929  Bert, Judy, Josephine, Verna]&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: School Picnic at Darby Creek - 1930 Verna, Julia]&#13;
&#13;
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[bottom left photo:  My Last Day of School]&#13;
&#13;
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 middle right photo: Woodstock High School]                                                  ]&#13;
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Frank had graduated from Marysville High in 1929. A fine athlete, he &#13;
&#13;
especially liked playing basketball. In his Junior and Senior years they &#13;
&#13;
won the district Championship. Jobs were hard to come by at that time.&#13;
&#13;
It so happened that the Plant Manager for the Nestle Co., Mr. Grout was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
boys. Frank applied at the Milk Plant and Mr. Grout found a place for him.  &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
That summer Julia and I would be waiting with sandwiches when the boys came&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
keepers where we fished, but it was great fun.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As neighbors we borrowed not only the proverbial cup of sugar from each other but&#13;
&#13;
anything else we needed that the other one had. I used her food grinder as often as&#13;
&#13;
she did. When Frank and I later moved  to Sunbury, she presented me with a gift,&#13;
&#13;
a food grinder, a cherished possession which I still use from time to time even&#13;
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though I have a more up to date food processor.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Annual Commencement&#13;
&#13;
Woodstock High School       May 19, 1932&#13;
&#13;
Reflections From The Operas   Huffer  Orchestra&#13;
&#13;
Invocation  Mrs. Hulda Kimball&#13;
&#13;
The Old Refrain  Kreisler  Girls Senior Sextett&#13;
&#13;
Objectives of Education&#13;
&#13;
Health and Fundamental Processes&#13;
&#13;
Worthy Use of Leisure  Winfred Clark&#13;
&#13;
Citizenship  Mary Lininger&#13;
&#13;
Vesper Bells Are Ringing   Van Norman   Boys Senior Sextette&#13;
&#13;
Santus  Schubert  Junior High School Chorus&#13;
&#13;
Vocations  Leah Broshes&#13;
&#13;
Character and Home Membership  Mary Connor&#13;
&#13;
Nightfall In Granada  Bueno  High School Chorus&#13;
&#13;
Listen To The Lambs   Dett Nash   High School Chorus&#13;
&#13;
Goodbye Old Hi   Moore  Boys Senior Sexette&#13;
&#13;
Presentation of Class Memorial   Clarence Barnette&#13;
&#13;
Acceptance of Memorial   Harriette Lincoln&#13;
&#13;
Out of Dusk to you   Zamenik   Girls Senior Sexette&#13;
&#13;
Presentation of Diplomas   W. V. Pond&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Frank - 1926]&#13;
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&#13;
Bertha's husband, Dr. Henry W. Katter of Dublin.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
recovery. Not so with Frank.  After surgery and for over a week &#13;
&#13;
following he continued to hemorrhage. We later learned that the &#13;
&#13;
excessive bleeding was caused by an abnormality known as &#13;
&#13;
Von Wilobrandt's  Disease. Of our eight children, all but two of&#13;
&#13;
 them also have  that tendency.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The Doctor came to the house many times to try and stem the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
loss of blood that it was nearly a month before he was able to be up.&#13;
&#13;
Had it occurred today, he would been in the hospital and would&#13;
&#13;
have been given transfusions. With his throat so sore from all the &#13;
&#13;
stitches, about the only thing he could swallow was jello. Small wonder&#13;
&#13;
that from time on he didn't care much for jello. Luckily, Julia and Bob&#13;
&#13;
were close at hand to see us through the ordeal and help with taking &#13;
&#13;
care of Anne.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Uncle Henry came to the same address in Sept. 1937, and delivered Susie.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
By this time Frank was working in the Research and Control Laboratory&#13;
&#13;
where they were experimenting with a new product, Nescafé. By 1939&#13;
&#13;
they were trying it out in the Sunbury Plant and  before the year was over,&#13;
&#13;
were producing it there. Frank had been driving back and forth from&#13;
&#13;
Marysville. In April 1940 we moved to 185 Letts Avenue.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[upper right photo: Anne, 7 months Old, West Second Street Marysville, &#13;
&#13;
Ohio - 1936] &#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[lower left photo: Anne and Susie - 1938]&#13;
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My first trip to Sunbury was very reassuring. It would be pretty hard to get a&#13;
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negative impression of the town when one of the first things I saw was the old Town&#13;
&#13;
Hall. Chuck Nettelhorst was the first person I met when he came to the house to&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Louise Sheets had just opened "The Little Shoppe". When doing other errands, I&#13;
&#13;
would stop in for a visit with her. The shop was full of so many interesting things.&#13;
&#13;
Anne and Susie noticed the pretty earrings she always wore. Seeing the case full of&#13;
&#13;
them, they asked if she put on a new pair everyday and then put them back in the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Luretta Day welcomed the little girls when I took them to the Methodist Sunday&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Anne started School in the fall of 1941. Susie, age four, missed her very much. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
our neighbor, was putting sidewalks in front of our house. She spent the day&#13;
&#13;
watching. He later told me that she had announced to him a coming event. She was&#13;
&#13;
wearing a pair of blue coveralls that had been Anne's. She told him she was  saving&#13;
&#13;
hers for the brother.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In April 1942 Uncle Henry came to the house once more and delivered a baby girl,&#13;
&#13;
instead. We named her Barbara.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
During Anne's first year in school she was having tonsillitis often. In the summer she&#13;
&#13;
had a tonsillectomy and was hospitalized for bleeding. Frank and my sister Elsie&#13;
&#13;
were the same blood type  as hers. She had a pint from each of them. My blood went&#13;
&#13;
to replace a pint in the hospital blood bank.  That was before the  Red Cross started&#13;
&#13;
the blood donor program.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Susie suffered the same fate as Anne when she  had a tonsillectomy the following year&#13;
&#13;
and also needed transfusions. Same blood type, same donors. After that we decided&#13;
&#13;
enough was enough with tonsils.  Somehow the others survived the sore throats&#13;
&#13;
without going through the ordeal with surgery.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In  Nov. 1943 , it was Dr. M. W. Livingston who came to the house and this time&#13;
&#13;
delivered the "brother", John Franklin.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
This year the Sunbury Plant received the Army Navy E. Award given for outstanding&#13;
&#13;
accomplishment  in the war effort. Nescafé was packed in the K Rations of the&#13;
&#13;
armed Forces.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The company, feeling the need for increased production, purchased an old Brewery&#13;
&#13;
in Granite City, Illinois, and converted it into a coffee plant.&#13;
&#13;
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Mr. E. C. Teut was the plant manger here.  He left in February to start up&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
children and to help get us settled.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I had not seen the house at 215 N. Kansas St. before the day we arrived. I&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
could have asked for.  Grade school within the block, the Presbyterian &#13;
&#13;
Church two doors from us and neighbors who soon became good friends.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After leaving Julia at the train in St. Louis to return home,  we didn't see&#13;
&#13;
anyone from home for more than  a year, with gasoline rationing. The&#13;
&#13;
first Thanksgiving we invited all the Nestle "strays" who had moved &#13;
&#13;
there from other places and were unable to get home to be with their families&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Charlie joined our little group in Feb. 1946.  He was born in St. Elizabeth Hospital, &#13;
&#13;
Granite City.  Arriving about a month before he was expected, Charlie was&#13;
&#13;
the smallest of the children weighing in at 5 lb. 5 oz. He was more interested&#13;
&#13;
in sleeping than in taking in nourishment. I worried about his slow weight gain. &#13;
&#13;
By the time he was a month old  he was awake more and hungry. He just needed&#13;
&#13;
a little more time to  get caught up.  By Christmas he was pulling himself up and &#13;
&#13;
walking around the play pen,&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Grandma Bergandine with Susie, John, Anne, and Barbara at 185 Letts Avenue Before We Moved To Edwardsville, Illinois - 1944]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[ bottom left photo: Visit to Ohio in Summer of 1946]&#13;
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&#13;
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Santa had brought John a little tool box containing saw and hammer.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the opening for his get-away. When I found him crawling around outside&#13;
&#13;
the pen, I confiscated the saw and pushed the pen against the wall on the side&#13;
&#13;
where the damage was done.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
To this day John is very good with the saw. His hobby is working with wood. &#13;
&#13;
He has turned out some beautiful pieces of furniture. One of them, a little &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
next to our driveway. It sits in my living room.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1948, Mr. Teut left to start Nescafé production in another plant, and Frank was&#13;
&#13;
made Plant Manager.  About that time he discovered that he was diabetic.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
insulin.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
go there occasionally for some entertainment and shopping.  The children&#13;
&#13;
enjoyed the zoo.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo:  John in Wooden Jeep Made During Wartime - 1947]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[middle right photo:  A trip to St. Louis for Barbara, Susie, Anna, B Orahood,&#13;
Dick Orahood, and John]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo: Charlie at Christmas - 1949]&#13;
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[bottom right photo: Grandma Widicus with Charlie, John, Barbara - 1947}&#13;
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Three times during the school year, the Jr. High went by bus to hear the St Louis&#13;
&#13;
Symphony. Susie wanted to be first getting her money in so she would be sure to &#13;
&#13;
get a seat on the bus.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In summer the Municipal Outdoor Theatre at Forest Park put on some very &#13;
&#13;
good  light opera.  Ice Hockey with the St. Louis Flyers and the Cardinal Baseball &#13;
&#13;
team  were two special attractions.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At the 8th grade picnic,  Anne fell and injured her leg.  The bone was bruised, an &#13;
&#13;
osteomyelitis developed. She was on penicillin and crutches for most of the &#13;
&#13;
summer.  When she was able to walk without the crutches, she wanted to see&#13;
&#13;
the Cardinals play. She knew Billy Southworth in Sunbury. He was manager of&#13;
&#13;
the Cardinals.  Before he left home for Spring Training he would stop for her &#13;
&#13;
when he was taking Carole to school.  She and Frank waited by the dugout. It &#13;
&#13;
was quite a thrill for her when Billy emerged and talked to them.  He was a&#13;
  &#13;
thoroughly likeable person.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When Barbara was about six years old, she and her friend &#13;
&#13;
Virginia Kinsman were fascinated with weddings.&#13;
&#13;
Virginia's father was minister of the First Presbyterian &#13;
&#13;
Church.  He would permit the girls to quietly &#13;
&#13;
observe the&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Virginia Kinsman John Barbara - 1945]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: John, Barbara - 1947]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Barbara with the New Look. Gone Are the Braids. Her &#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
ceremonies from the balcony. They took it very seriously in their Sunday&#13;
&#13;
best, wearing white gloves, their Easter bonnets and carrying their pocketbooks.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
burying her husband. I called the florist and told him the  flower was not intended&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
that Rev. Boergadine would know her.   I finally convinced him that the Bergandines&#13;
&#13;
lived at this address, not the Boergadines.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The itinerants passing through town found our door with a certain degree of&#13;
&#13;
regularity. One man we particularly came to expect on Christmas morning. On this &#13;
&#13;
occasion and in the spirit of the day, I came up with ham and Swiss Cheese&#13;
&#13;
sandwiches and a few goodies that I wanted to share. It finally dawned on me the&#13;
&#13;
reason they knocked on my door instead of the neighbors, they too thought it was&#13;
&#13;
the parsonage.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In September 1950, Jim was born in St. Joseph Hospital, Alton, Illinois. The&#13;
&#13;
other children all brought their friends home to show him off. Charlie's little&#13;
&#13;
friend Jamie Kinsman knocked on the door and asked if she could see the &#13;
&#13;
baby. Jamie was a little younger than Charlie, and he sometimes treated her &#13;
&#13;
as if he were a little superior. After hesitating he told her she could come in &#13;
&#13;
but she was not to touch the baby because he was sterilized. She was used &#13;
&#13;
to Charlie's rebuffs. If he told her he didn't want to come out and play, she &#13;
&#13;
would go home and come back the next day.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Charlie, Jamie Kinsman, Jim, John&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
old brick Victorian house that sat way back from the street surrounded by &#13;
&#13;
a wrought iron fence. Once when Suzanne and Linda Marks with Susie &#13;
&#13;
and Barbara were playing house under one of the large evergreens, &#13;
&#13;
sweeping the pine needles and sending the dust flying, Susie had an &#13;
&#13;
attack of asthma. That night she could scarcely breath. We called the &#13;
&#13;
doctor. He came and gave her a shot of adrenalin and left a syringe for &#13;
&#13;
another dose. He recommended that we take her next day to a specialist in St.&#13;
&#13;
Louis which we did and also at regular intervals for about six months. The treatment&#13;
&#13;
worked and she has not been bothered by asthma since. The Marks girls came to&#13;
&#13;
our house to play when there was a funeral going on across the street.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Back Row:&#13;
 Anne, Susie, Linda Marks, Barbara &#13;
Front Row: &#13;
Suzanne Marks, John Across the street at the Mark's in 1946]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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Susie&#13;
Charlie&#13;
Barbara&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
 French Horn which she liked all &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
horn to and from school. The &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
going into high school her interest&#13;
&#13;
 was in choir. In the tryouts, she was &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
 abilities to cope. First of all in&#13;
&#13;
 January on a beautiful crisp Sunday&#13;
&#13;
 morning, snow on the ground, I &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
ready for Sunday School and informed&#13;
&#13;
Anne she would be in  charge until Frank  &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
they came home. In a few hours, Frank &#13;
&#13;
called home and Anne was  able to tell &#13;
&#13;
them that they had a a new baby brother, &#13;
&#13;
Robert Steven.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In March Frank was to leave us for a  &#13;
&#13;
time once more. The company decided &#13;
&#13;
rather than do a complete overhaul on&#13;
&#13;
the boilers in the old building in &#13;
&#13;
Granite City, they would close the plant. &#13;
&#13;
Frank returned to the Sunbury Plant. It &#13;
&#13;
being Anne's senior year we planned to &#13;
&#13;
wait till June to move.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On morning in April, Susie came down &#13;
&#13;
stairs with a persistent pain in her side. &#13;
&#13;
The doctor suspicioned  appendicitis and &#13;
&#13;
told me to take her to St Joseph &#13;
&#13;
Hospital. He was right. She had &#13;
&#13;
surgery that afternoon. All week while&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Linda Marks, Barbara, Charlie, Jim - 1951]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom  right photo: Charlie, John , Barbara, &#13;
Bob, 4 Months, Verna, and Jim&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
the next few years to make it seem like home. It was on the corner of High and&#13;
&#13;
Harrison Sts. and yes, John got his wish. There were boys in the neighborhood. The&#13;
&#13;
boys soon found way to occupy their time. The girls missed their friends, and the&#13;
&#13;
routine they had left behind. We bought our first television set which added a new&#13;
&#13;
dimension to their summer.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
evenings and on Saturdays.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Anne started college at Otterbein only nine miles away, but after leaving her there&#13;
&#13;
we faced the realization that for the first time she wouldn't be coming home with us&#13;
&#13;
and we would just have to get used to it.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Anniversary on Christmas Day 1953, with all of their ten children and their spouses.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
 pattern seemed to be that it took just so long for the bleeding to stop no matter what&#13;
&#13;
 measures were taken. What a relief&#13;
&#13;
 it was when finally there were no&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
come home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
nto the swing of things. With all &#13;
&#13;
the familiar faces at P.T.A., church &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
as if we had never left Sunbury.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Anne took a summer job at Lazarus, &#13;
&#13;
leaving town each morning on the &#13;
&#13;
Greyhound Bus to &#13;
&#13;
Columbus at 7:00 &#13;
&#13;
and returning in the evening at 6:30. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
neighborhood &#13;
&#13;
knew when they heard &#13;
&#13;
the Nestlé whistle that it was 12:00,&#13;
&#13;
 time for them to be home, hands &#13;
&#13;
washed and ready for lunch when &#13;
&#13;
their father would be home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[left top photo: Golden Wedding - 1958]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Mom and Pop - 1942]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: In Marysville at Aunt Judy's - 1953 &#13;
Bob is 6 Months]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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In December  Frank celebrated his 25th year with the company. He and I left by train&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
on business, but this was my first trip and what a grand time of year to see the City!&#13;
&#13;
To say that it was decorated for the holidays was an understatement.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Dept. who frequently visited the Sunbury Plant, and each day another couple, acted &#13;
&#13;
as our hosts to show us the city. The first day we visited the United Nations, then&#13;
&#13;
had lunch at the Rockefeller Plaza looking out at the skaters and the huge decorated&#13;
&#13;
Christmas Tree. The view of the city from the top of the Empire State Building&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
seated at a table near us, recognized the couple who was with us and had a bottle of&#13;
&#13;
Champagne sent to our table with his compliments. After we saw the play,&#13;
&#13;
"Can Can" with the original cast. Guy Lombardo was celebrating his 25th year&#13;
&#13;
playing at the Roosevelt Grill. We dined and danced to his music with the Warren&#13;
&#13;
Bullocks and Harold Colvins. The last evening we were in N.Y. we attended the&#13;
&#13;
Annual Christmas Party at Glenn Island Casino. It was a large affair with 600 guests,&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
the office staff and their spouses. We were seated next to the President, Mr. Dan&#13;
&#13;
Notion. It was than that Frank was recognized for his 25 years of service and&#13;
&#13;
presented with a gold watch.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
stayed with the children so that I could go with Frank and also Julia who took Bob,&#13;
&#13;
who was not quite two years old.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
fall she started at Ohio University. By the end of the first semester she was  &#13;
&#13;
disappointed in the the music program. She came home and the following year &#13;
&#13;
enrolled at O.S.U.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
whose name escapes me, died. the previous summer when he was sitting on his&#13;
&#13;
 porch, Jim and Bob would go over and talk to him. I answered Jim's questions about &#13;
&#13;
the funeral and burial and also added that his soul went to heaven. Later I heard Jim &#13;
&#13;
explaining it all to Bob who didn't understand about how he was to get to heaven. &#13;
&#13;
Jim  gave it some serious thought and then said, "They just take the gravity off." Bob said, "Oh".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We lost two of our family members in 1956. Grandma Bergandine died in August,&#13;
&#13;
having lived to be 78 years old. She was in a wheel chair the last few years. always&#13;
&#13;
a joy to be with, the children loved it when she came to visit. In spite of all the&#13;
&#13;
commotion that was ever present, ours was the place she enjoyed the most.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
My sister Elsie Bowerman died the 26th of December. She was 52 years old. She&#13;
&#13;
had been wanting ice skates and found a pair under the tree that Christmas. She  and&#13;
&#13;
her two daughters, who were students O.S.U. went to the skating rink the next&#13;
&#13;
evening. She had no sooner started skating when she fell to the ice and was gone &#13;
&#13;
almost immediately of an aneurysm in the brain. Elsie was a Phys. E. Major in &#13;
&#13;
college and always excelled in sports. She was captain of her basketball team and&#13;
&#13;
was an excellent swimmer. Our holidays ended on a very sad note.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Sisters  Bertha, Julia, Verna, Mom, Josephine, Elsie &#13;
 Memorial Day -1955]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Barbara went with members of the Big Walnut Choir to a summer camp at Westminster &#13;
&#13;
Choir College in Princeton, New Jersey. She returned home to find that another brother &#13;
&#13;
had taken up residence with us. Jeffrey Miles was born on August 5th, 1957 , at White &#13;
&#13;
Cross Hospital.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank had scarcely returned home from White Cross when it was necessary to take &#13;
&#13;
Susie to University Hospital. She had had a wisdom tooth pulled several weeks before. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
done as this was most unusual. Finally they did remove the clot and a day after Frank &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Frank was glad to have us all around the kitchen table after eight days&#13;
 &#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I laid Jeffrey on the davenport when &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
a half at the &#13;
&#13;
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 to check on Jeff several times while we were&#13;
&#13;
 having lunch. He was fascinated with the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
center of attention.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Jeff Gets a Bath on Christmas Morning - 1957]&#13;
&#13;
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[middle left photo: Bob, John, Jim, Charlie - Christmas 1957]&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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[middle left photo: Bob, First Grade]&#13;
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[top right photo: The Boys in New Christmas Sweats - 1959]&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
daily newspaper of the extreme cold in Columbus, Ohio - 25 degrees below zero.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Barbados. Always when we went ashore the natives greeting us with music from their&#13;
&#13;
 steel bands.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
ideal for both roses and people.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
were. He was right!&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mr. Hay showed Frank some of the Nestlé facilities. Our stay in Kingston went very&#13;
&#13;
fast and next we were driven about 3 hours to the northern shore to Ocho Rios&#13;
&#13;
where we stayed three more days at the Plantation Inn. One thing I noticed on all&#13;
&#13;
the islands where we had dinner, it was always served in the open under the stars.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
mosquito which always seem to want to share in the fun on our outdoor events here.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
The Surgeon General of the United States came on T.V.  with the long awaited&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
my friends had smoked for years, but I had had no desire to try it. Smoking was&#13;
&#13;
never spoken of as being harmful to health. At least people now are fully informed&#13;
&#13;
about why they should not smoke.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It took two weeks before I didn't want a cigarette. I started new projects that would&#13;
&#13;
keep my mind and hands occupied. Frank's battle with kicking the habit required&#13;
&#13;
much more strength of character as he was surrounded by smokers everyday.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Charlie was next to graduate from high school. The following February on&#13;
&#13;
Valentine's Day, he was struck by a car on the square in Galena. He had stopped&#13;
&#13;
his car and had gone around behind it when a classmate thinking to give Charlie a&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
executing the prank was faulty to say the least.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
bouquets and would look for just the right glass to hold their little short stems!&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[upper right photo: Mom at Her 80th Birthday Party April 16, 1964]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Digging the Basement at 217 High Street - August 1966]</text>
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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[top left photo: Anne - '53]&#13;
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[top middle photo: Susie '55]&#13;
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[top right photo : Barbara '60]&#13;
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[ middle left photo: John '61]&#13;
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GRADS&#13;
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[middle right photo: Charlie '64]&#13;
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[bottom left photo: Jim '69]&#13;
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[bottom middle photo: Bob '71]&#13;
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Blue Chip Profile&#13;
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Sunbury Executive Heads Two Organizations&#13;
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Frank D Bergandine heads up two large organizations in nearby  Sunbury, Ohio: his family &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Bergandine, 63, has been Nestle plant manager since 1953. He stands as Sunbury's leading &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
1929 that he took a  factory job at Nestle's plant in Marysville. He had &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Bergandine went there as assistant plant manger, becoming manager in 1947.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Four of the Bergandine children are graduates of Ohio State &#13;
&#13;
University and fifth is a  junior there now.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
THE NESTLE Co. has owned the plant since 1918, when Nestle's only &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Marysville Nestle plants and was an industry first.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Bergandine said the facility, in 1939, started the first successful, commercial &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 War II, and its instant tea was probably first in the industry.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
and fills containers with some products shipped from other company plants.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Coffee beans for the plant come from abroad. But Bergandine gets questions about &#13;
&#13;
producing his own. A seven-foot tall coffee tree, given to him as a seedling by an &#13;
&#13;
employee, is nearing the ceiling of his paneled office. (R. N. Moore) &#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo: F. D. Bergandine]&#13;
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In Retirement&#13;
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[middle right photo: Nestlé Quarter Century Party 1976]&#13;
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Jeff was off to O.S.U. where he made the Marching Band and had the thrill &#13;
&#13;
of playing at the Rose Bowl. We were off to Europe on a three week tour which &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
visit to the U.S. and they spent several days in Sunbury. They were very &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
their home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
the end of our stay, I jokingly said to Patricia that I thought the English had taken&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Frank and Patricia managed a game of golf. Neither Don nor I are golfers so we&#13;
&#13;
dropped them off at the Country Club and with their six year old son, Adam, he and&#13;
&#13;
I toured a couple of very old churches in the country side near by. One of them was&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo inserted into article: Frank D. Bergandine]&#13;
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Nestle Plant Manager Retires After 46 Years of Service&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank D. Bergandine, who has been plant manager of The Nestle  Company's soluble &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Nestle a total of 46 years and during that time became involved in the production of many &#13;
&#13;
Nestle's " firsts" which have positioned the company as a major soluble coffee and tea &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Bergandine started as a general factory worker in 1929 at Nestle's Marysville plant which &#13;
&#13;
at the time made condensed and evaporated milk and milk powders. In 1935 he joined&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
at the Sunbury plant, which had been built in 1939 for the first manufacture of Nescafe.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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500 years old, made of stone and still in use. The graveyard was interesting with the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
entertaining.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
and then took us to dinner. The next evening he and his wife accompanied us to&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
awfully tired but I thought the chance that I might pass that way again was nil and&#13;
&#13;
I just had to see as much as I possibly could.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Another evening we went to the Lido for dinner and saw a show that was a real&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
opened with cowboys riding horses racing down the center stage for a wild west act.&#13;
&#13;
Then the floor changed to ice and the skaters put on a show. A desert scene with&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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him that he was definitely a Spaniard and he was looking for someone. When our&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
a letter from Juan saying Carmen had  died of cancer. Although our&#13;
&#13;
acquaintance with them was of short duration they lift a lasting impression with us.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
many important travelers. On leaving we were presented with a book from the hotel&#13;
&#13;
containing pictures and signatures of many of them.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
day.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
places of interest.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
people.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
And Miss Hunter, whenever you are, I do thank you for whetting my interest in&#13;
&#13;
Rome with your stories. I enjoyed seeing the Old Colosseum and could picture in&#13;
&#13;
my mind all the events that took place when Julius Caesar watched from the stands.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Veni, vidi, vici - We left for home with the feeling that I came, I saw, I conquered.&#13;
&#13;
As I write this account of our trip I like to remember all the wonderful sights we&#13;
&#13;
enjoyed and the hospitality that was shown us where ever we went.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
And now back home in Sunbury with the laundry and mail caught up I decided I had&#13;
&#13;
better go see Dr. M. W. Liningston about why I wasn't feeling just right.  He took an&#13;
&#13;
Electrocardiogram. He told me I had had a heart attack and that I should go home&#13;
&#13;
and do nothing.  Frank took over with the house hold chores. I went in for tests at&#13;
&#13;
regular  intervals and  by April the Electrocardiograms showed much improvement and&#13;
&#13;
there didn't seem to be any damage to my heart.  As soon as possible I started&#13;
&#13;
walking and have continued ever since. It has become so much a part of my early&#13;
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&#13;
morning routine that I hate it when the weather is bad.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Annette Roberts comes along at 6:30 and our route takes us about 2 miles. When&#13;
&#13;
Judy Morris was living she joined us on Greenbrier and the three of us solved many&#13;
&#13;
of the world's problems in our discussions as we walked along. We both lost a dear&#13;
&#13;
friend.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
of Homes sponsored by the Community Library Friends.  Six homes were open to&#13;
&#13;
the public as a fund raiser on May 16, 1976. From 1 to 6 p.m. over 500 signatures &#13;
&#13;
were recorded in the guest book at our house.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
in my life experience. From the time we were children old enough to walk from the&#13;
&#13;
church to the cemetery, we formed lines behind my father and Uncle Charlie. With&#13;
&#13;
flowers handed us by the women of the church we followed up the hill and hunted&#13;
&#13;
a grave with the little American flag on it to lay them on. My father, after seeing to&#13;
&#13;
it that no soldier's gave was missed, led us to the spot where one of our leading&#13;
&#13;
citizens would tell us why we should always honor our men who served their country.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The band that played as we started out in step to the cadence of the drum beat&#13;
&#13;
consisted of three old men playing fife, bugle and drum. To this day when I hear&#13;
&#13;
the music  of  a drum and bugle corp I fancy myself in my best summer dress and&#13;
&#13;
black patent leather slippers - bouquet in hand.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
With the exception of the years when I had children in the Big Walnut High School&#13;
&#13;
Band, I have always gone "Over home" for Memorial Day. During World War II&#13;
&#13;
with the railroad running along beside the cemetery, the speaker and special music&#13;
&#13;
always had to stop and wait for trains to to pass, sometimes twice what with all the&#13;
&#13;
hauling by rail for the war effort.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
A large monument stands in the Woodstock Cemetery since 1895. It was built by my &#13;
&#13;
great uncle, Warren S. Cushman to commemorate the family and all the men who&#13;
&#13;
volunteered in the Civil War from Woodstock. Names of 140 soldiers are etched on&#13;
&#13;
 a scroll on one side where above them the sculptor's profile is shown with his bugle.&#13;
&#13;
He was the company bugler.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On the base of the monument are carved the three main branches on the family tree-&#13;
&#13;
Cushman, Hewitt and Gifford. On one end is Julius Cushman, brother of the artist &#13;
&#13;
in a military fatigue uniform. He was the first Woodcock soldier to die in battle.&#13;
&#13;
Beside the scroll of names is the third brother, Charles Anthony, one of the first to&#13;
&#13;
enlist in 1861. Warren stands beside the family history on the other side. Members&#13;
&#13;
of Woodstock families who have long since moved away come back to see their &#13;
&#13;
soldiers names carved on the monument.  Time and weather have not been kind to &#13;
&#13;
the Portland Cement from which it was made. It has required constant repair to fill &#13;
&#13;
the cracks by the artist's two great grand daughters. A few years ago my brother &#13;
&#13;
and cousin Bailey Cushman replaced the time worn names in the cement with&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
to his credit.  He studied at the Corchoran Art  Gallery in Washington, D.C. His&#13;
&#13;
portrait of President Rutherford B. Hayes was hung in the Nation's capitol. He&#13;
&#13;
exhibited "Spanish Dancing Girls" at the World's fair in Chicago in 1893. The &#13;
&#13;
painting later sold for $10,000.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Each year at the cemetery on Memorial Day half of the people I see are relatives&#13;
&#13;
although none of them reside in Woodstock anymore.  There are only two houses&#13;
&#13;
where I can name the residents.  My sisters and I join my brother in Mechanicsburg&#13;
&#13;
for a potluck at noon.  In July there is a much larger reunion at Goshen Park and&#13;
&#13;
this year we will celebrate Robert's 90th birthday. He is the Patriarch of the family.&#13;
&#13;
The tradition of reunion started with the first families of Cushman, Hewett and&#13;
&#13;
Gifford. Now it is only the Cushmans who are within  range and some of them come&#13;
&#13;
from quite a distance.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1979 we attended Frank's 50th High School alumni Banquet in Marysville.   His&#13;
&#13;
class was one of those exceptional classes of students that produced several good&#13;
&#13;
athletes as well as many strong ties of friendships that continued through the years.&#13;
&#13;
His High School Principal, Miss Fern Mills was present, ninety years old at the time,&#13;
&#13;
and his baseball coach, Whitney Dutton. It was quite a party that prompted Miss&#13;
&#13;
Mills to comment that she was gad to see that nothing had changed their behavior.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1982. I had another slight heart attack and this time was advised to have an&#13;
&#13;
angiogram. It showed a complete blockage of a small artery and also evidence of the &#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Cushman, Hewitt, Gifford Monument in Woodstock Cemetery]&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
one suffered in 1975 on a main artery. Medication was  prescribed which I have&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
performed not one of them had ever bled. Well, he can't  make that statement&#13;
&#13;
anymore.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank was scheduled to go home the same day but just before he was to be dismissed&#13;
&#13;
his bandages and bedding were soaked with blood.  They kept him overnight. The &#13;
&#13;
hemorrhaging continued with at least one episode per day for several days.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When it was the night of my 50th High School Alumni Banquet he didn't want to run &#13;
&#13;
the risk of having to make a sudden exit so Susie drove us to Delaware where  we left&#13;
&#13;
Frank in the good hands of Nurse Barbara.  Susie had the "pleasure" of&#13;
&#13;
accompanying me to the party where she met all my classmates about whom she had&#13;
&#13;
heard stories through the years.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank got along through the evening with no problems, but about 2 a.m. we were up&#13;
&#13;
changing the dressing. As with the tonsils the little one inch incision at the elbow&#13;
&#13;
finally healed.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Our annual family Christmas party  fell on the 20th of December this year, our 48th &#13;
&#13;
wedding date. The children surprised us with a wedding cake, presents and all the&#13;
&#13;
trappings of a golden wedding celebration. It was our last one. On June 26th, 1983&#13;
&#13;
Frank died suddenly.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At that moment for me the whole world seemed to have stopped. Disbelief and&#13;
&#13;
numbness finally gave way to the thankful realization that he did not suffer an&#13;
&#13;
extended illness. While I didn't fail to count my blessings for the 48 years of&#13;
&#13;
happiness with Frank the wonderful memories made my loss harder to accept.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
That is where my children came in to help me through this period that I can't&#13;
&#13;
imagine facing without them. He had taught well by example. They were there &#13;
&#13;
with help, many times even before I would think of needing it. Surely I have been&#13;
&#13;
blessed. With eight children, fifteen grandchildren and thirteen great grandchildren&#13;
&#13;
there is always a happening taking place. Birthdays, graduations, weddings, new&#13;
&#13;
babies and all sorts of important occasions in between. We never lack for reasons&#13;
&#13;
to celebrate. Frank lived to see all but one grandchild, Jim's daughter, Amy. Our&#13;
&#13;
first great grandchild, Susie's granddaughter, Brooke Elizabeth was born in 1986.&#13;
&#13;
Frank was denied the privilege of knowing any of the great grandchildren. Until last&#13;
&#13;
July it was six of one and half dozen of the other. Anne's granddaughter, Olivia&#13;
&#13;
Lucille was born in Dearborn, Mi., making it 7 girls and six boys.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
It was exciting when we set forth on the trip. I filled the Coleman Cooler with ham&#13;
&#13;
sandwiches, potato salad, cake and fruit. We stopped at a rest area just east of&#13;
&#13;
Indianapolis. It was over half way to journey's end, a good time to let the little ones&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
about the fun they had at Knightstown, Indiana.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the trip home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
our get-away. By then the girls, also John  and  Charlie, had summer jobs. After they &#13;
&#13;
were married some of them moved out of state. We visited them which took us to&#13;
&#13;
N.  Carolina, Michigan, Virginia and New Mexico.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
riding for what seemed to him like a very long time, he looked forward to a swim in &#13;
&#13;
the pool. Also, he pointed out all the Golden Arches that he spied up ahead. And &#13;
&#13;
many times during these trips, we heard the question, "Are we almost there?"&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After the children had all left the nest, Frank and I spent a couple of weeks in&#13;
&#13;
Florida each winter. That was as long as we cared to stay. Even with the snow and&#13;
&#13;
cold, Ohio was the place we wanted to be.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Frank was the last surviving brother-in-law. After he died my three sisters and I &#13;
&#13;
spent time together at Siesta Key. Long walks on the beautiful, white beach was how &#13;
&#13;
we started the day with sunning and swimming till noon. Evenings we played euchre.&#13;
&#13;
Josephine, not an avid card fan, would have no part of bridge which was the game three &#13;
&#13;
or us enjoyed playing: so euchre was a compromise.  By the time our two weeks were up,&#13;
&#13;
we were caught up on family news and much of the past had been gone over. Mostly&#13;
&#13;
about people and events that took us back to Woodstock. The next year we would start&#13;
&#13;
all over again.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We do not go to Florida any more, but each spring the four of us plan something&#13;
&#13;
together closer to home. If it is any distance, we have drivers who are willing to see&#13;
&#13;
that we get there intact. Susie and Carolyn, Bertha's daughter, are willing to listen&#13;
&#13;
to the same old stories and our arguing about events being discussed as to whether&#13;
&#13;
it was this way or that. Otherwise Josephine is the "designated" driver. She has&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Spring Break 1990 in Siesta Key,  Florida  &#13;
Josephine, Julia, Verna, Bertha]&#13;
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come many times and driven us to Indiana to her house and brought us back&#13;
&#13;
home. She being the youngest of the four, we absolutely forbid her to get old.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We were saddened by the loss of two of our young men when accidents&#13;
&#13;
claimed their lives. On April 16, 1988, Scott, Charlie's son, met with death on&#13;
&#13;
his way to work in his truck. He was not far from the Golf course where he was &#13;
&#13;
working when he failed to make the turn.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
at Honda when he was crossing a seldom used railroad with inadequate marking.&#13;
&#13;
A train came along at a fast rate of speed and carried his car down the track.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
2 years old. Scott was just through school and on his first job which he liked very &#13;
&#13;
much.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
ourselves of the joy that they had brought into our lives. They are always with us when &#13;
&#13;
we think of the smiles and winning ways of two handsome, tall, blond young men who &#13;
&#13;
were very dear to us.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Life does not always go along as planned.  Divorce results from marriages which were &#13;
&#13;
probably not meant to have been. It is never an easy time when that seems to be the only &#13;
&#13;
solution but somehow life  goes on. Five of my children found themselves in this &#13;
&#13;
unfortunate situation. Four of them have since remarried.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Charlie and Karen Stevens, from Ostrander, bring Natalie and Angie Stevens into our &#13;
&#13;
family. Jim married Debra Winters of Delaware and have a daughter Amy.  John and &#13;
&#13;
Darcie Dunzwiler  from Zanesville married last summer, and Susie and Steve Churchill of &#13;
&#13;
Columbus were just married June 15th. Steve has two children, Susan and Steve III.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Anne also is divorced and living in Rockwood, Michigan enjoying her children and &#13;
&#13;
grandchildren. When my children are happy, I am happy for them.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As I bring my story to a close, it occurs to me that there is a side of my personality&#13;
&#13;
that I haven't mentioned. and that is the need I have always had to create&#13;
&#13;
something with my hands. I wasn't until the children were no longer young before&#13;
&#13;
I could find the time to pursue my interests.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Perhaps if I had been content to stick to one thing, I could have achieved more&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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[top left photo: Out to Lunch on my 74th Birthday - 1988 Judy Morris, Betty Jo Guidotti and Me]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: 75th Birthday Party at Lindeys - 1989]&#13;
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&#13;
[middle photo: My 80th Birthday Party  &#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: Sisters Julia, Verna, Josephine At My 80th Birthday Luncheon At Barbara's 1994]</text>
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However, I always finish what I start. A hooked rug or crocheted lace tablecloth&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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			         Table of Contents	

Rachel's Story
	My Childhood  ..............................................    1
    	Maple Syrup Making at the Murphy Woods  ....................    7
    	Condit Presbyterian Church  ................................    8
	Other Childhood Memories  ..................................    9
	Rachel's School Days  ......................................   12
	More Childhood Memories  ...................................   20
	Threshing and Silo Filling Rings  ..........................   21
	Memories of Dad ............................................   22
	Memories of Mom.............................................   24
	Tom Enters My Life..........................................   27
Tom Buxton..........................................................   29
	Jerry Edwards...............................................   31
	Tom's First Florida Trip....................................   32
Marriage............................................................   34
Children.............................................................  35
Family Homes
	Thomas Buxton House.........................................   36
	Rex and Joy Buxton's House..................................   39
Vacations...........................................................   40
Medical History
	Rachel's Medical History....................................   43
	Tom's Medical History.......................................   48
	Cancer in My Family.........................................   50
Memorable Moments in Our Family.....................................   50



                                    Appendix 


Other Papers by Rachel
	Program for Friendly Club ...................................  51
	My Great Uncle Lovett .......................................  54
By Other Murpheys
	Lovett Taft Murphy  ......................................  56
	What May Be Done to Improve the Social, Moral and Intellectual Condition
	     of the Farm by L.T Murphy  ............................   59
	Ella Murphy's Tape  ........................................   62
	Letter from Abram and Mary Ann Adams to Linnie Murphy ..... 72	
	Letter to Melinda Ball Murphey  ...............................73
	Abram and Mary Ann Adams Epilogue .............................75
	Grace Chadwick Murphey's Memorial Service .....................76
	Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow by Velma Murphy McCall Creech ...84
	Lovett Murphy: A Step Back in Time ...........................101
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Rachel Murphy's Ancestors ............................................... 103
Murphy Family Tree ...................................................... 105
       My Ancestors ..................................................... 106
       The Murphy Tree by Grace Chadwick Murphy ......................... 107
       Murphy Family History ............................................ 111
       Farrah Murphy's Papers ........................................... 127
           History of Trenton Township by Farrah Murphy ................. 129
           Scenes from My Childhood by Farrah Murphy .................... 134
       Farrah C. Murphy by Ella Murphy Taylor ........................... 135
Chadwick and Loren Family Tree .......................................... 138
       Loren History .................................................... 139
       Loren History by Grace C. Murphy ................................. 140
       Chadwick Family History .......................................... 143
       Chadwick Family for Sunbury Bicentennial ......................... 144
Carnes and Olmsted Family Tree .......................................... 149
       Emmitt and Melissa Carnes Family History ......................... 150
       Joe Carnes ....................................................... 156
       Maple Crest Farm ................................................. 158
       Olmsted Family History ........................................... 159
Willis Buxton Family .................................................... 163
       Marvin Buxton's Descendants ...................................... 164
       Buxton Family History ............................................ 165
       Buxton Family Photos ............................................. 167
John and Mary Jackson's Descendants ..................................... 169
Jackson and White Family History ........................................ 170
Thornton and Neal Family History ........................................ 171
Green Family History .................................................... 173
Callan Family History ................................................... 174
Wayne Buxton ...................................................... 175
Lucille Buxton .................................................... 181

 
       
   
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     My Childhood

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Home of Rachel Murphy Buxton 140 acres on the north side of road
105 acres on the side of road is 50 acre wood and 55 acres farm land 
only the house, garage and chicken house behind the house remain in 2005 

      I, Rachel Leola Murphy, was born Feb. 26, 1933 at home in the 1st house on 

Murphy Road where I lived all my childhood.

      I was a happy child at home, never getting angry except I hated to be teased.

The kids on the school bus would call me "Little Art" as looked like Daddy.        

Another time my brother, Lovett, teased me and I chased him around our house with a  

butcher knife. Mother was afraid I would fall on it as I was pigeon-toes. 

I had to wear shoes to correct it. They were always kept under the bed in the tiny 

downstairs bedroom in the southwest corner of the house.

    I loved to clean so many times I was sweeping the stone around the back porch,

where the eaves ran down, to make them look neater. One time I found some old 

money (Indian heads) while sweeping.

    We had a fenced in chicken lot to the north of the house which had the 

chicken house, fruit orchard, and the back house in it. The back house had

two holes, one large and one small.  This was our only toilet until we had an

inside toilet put in Sept. 1944 with one stool upstairs and a small bathroom

downstairs out of the little bedroom.
         
    I loved to sickle the weeds in the chicken lot as I didn't like the 

looks of the big nettle weeds which liked to grow there. Dad only cut 

the bull thistles.  One day I was sickling too hard and ran the 
    
point of the sickle into the side on my left knee. I also had trouble

going to the toilet in the back house as the roosters and cross 

ganders would always chase me when I was little so I always had to 

get someone to walk with me.

   I remember when they had to have our chickens vaccinated for cocidiosis. 

It took a long time to catch every chicken to vaccinate and put a leg

leg band on them.  We always fed the chickens boughten oyster shells besides our 

own ear corn which we had to shell. We had to carry ear corn from the corn crib

across the road south of the house clear up the long yard and down the path to

the chicken house each day. 

   We had a large yard with the house sitting at the top of a big even rolling 

bank going

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Rachel Leola Murphy

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south down to the road and then real sharp, short banks going up to the the road.  

We would stand in the road and let the lawn mower go down the hill and then pull it

back up. We would repeat this on the bank clear across the south side of the yard.

It took us three kids all day Saturday to mow the yard and we took turns pushing the 

hand lawnmower around the big rectangle patch that we mowed.

    We had a old day bed with wire springs that we played on while out folks milked.

We would also go round and around a pole in the milking parlor. I never learned to

be a good hand miler as I was too young. I remember helping Daddy with the milking 

after my sister, Velma went to Cadet Nurses' Training in 1945 at Muskingum College

and Bethesda Hospital for 3 years.  We used the 2 five gallon stainless steel 

buckets with the De La Val milking machine.  Dad and I would carry 2 or 3 milk 

can, strainer and the 2 milk buckets down the hill to milk.  We would put the

strainer pad in the strainer, set it in the milk can and start milking.  Dad

always squeezed the milk out of the dirty strainer pad and fed the barn cats

milk when we were done milking.  Then we had to carry all the cans and equipment 

back up the hill to the milk house.  We rinsed the milkers with cold water at

night but they had to washed with hot water and soap each morning. The full 

ten gallon milk cans were hard to carry up the sharp rocky path to the milk 

house and then set them into the cement water tank to cool before the milk man

picked them up each day.  Later we got the ice bank milk cooler to cool the 

milk. It was hard to lift the cans in and out of the cooler ever though

the milk cooler was set lower in the cement floor of the milk house.

     I used to sing all the while we milked as I always listened to the hit parade

on the barn radio.  I knew all the popular songs by heart many sang by Frank 

Sinatra. Sometimes Dad would help me with my homework especially algebra if I had 

a problem, while milking. 

     We put a pail full of ground feed, using an old 5 gallon calf a pail, into 

each of the six wooden stanchions.  We would call the cows each in separately to 

milk two cows at a time.  The cows knew their names and came in in the same order

each milking. There was a long cutout place in the cement on the floor back of 

the cows that we called the gutter to catch and hold the cow manure.  Each morning

I swept the milking parlor floor which we limed and cleaned the gutter out with a

scoop shovel.  The walls of the milking parlor were white-washed every year or two

especially if the milk inspector ordered it done.

     In 1962 when Dad was sick in the hospital with his cancer, the man hired to 

milk tried to drive the cows into the milking parlor to milk.  The hired man had 

so much trouble I got all the names of the cows from Dad and I called them in and 

helped milk Dad got home. Cows habits are hard to change.  We had one cow who would

take her tongue and lick open the sliding barn door that fastened with a metal 

ring that hooked over a bolt sticking out of the cement sidewall. One very cold day

her tongue froze to the metal ring.  She never tried to open the door to eat feed

again.

     I have many happy memories of helping Daddy milk as loved the cows and made 

pets out of all the heifer calves that we raised.  We always had calves to feed. We 

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Rachel with pet calf in front of coal house in the backyard

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mixed water with the dry calf feed called Calf A for the little calves in place

of milk which we fed the calves as soon as we could sell their mothers milk. The

mother's milk was fed to the newly born calves which contained colustrum for the 

first four to six days after freshening.

     We kids took turns in the summer time walking the cows down the long lane to

the woods for the day. It took about a half an hour to do this.  Then at night we

would turn the cows across the road from the barn into the pasture field north west

of our house after we milked.

     I never liked to watch the cows in the clover field west of the barn when it

was in hay.  We had to watch them usually an hour.  There were no fences at the 

east end of the field so we and to sit and wait while the cows ate they would not 

get out and into the cornfield across the barn lot.  One taste of corn and you 

could not keep them in the clover field.

     In the winter we had to throw down the loose straw from the straw mow in the

barn above the cows to bed the cows.  Then we had to throw down the loose hay from 

the hay mow to feed them in the manger and also had to climb the ribbed wooden silo

rings and shovel out silage into a cart.  Then push the cart in front of the long

row of stanchions along the north wall of the barn.  We would pitch a shovel silage

in for each cow along with hay we had carried over to the mangers.

      The cows were kept in the barn all winter this made a lot of manure mixed

with the straw to haul out in the manure spreader to spread on the fields.  Dad

Pitched the packed manure into the manure spreader with a 4-tined pitch fork. 

We each got a bottle of homemade canned root beer when we helped Dad pitch a load

of manure.  It meant a lot in later years when a neighbor, Charles Chamberlin, 

was paid to load the manure spreader with his tractor with a manure bucket in the

front as Dad might have 100 loads of manure to haul in the spring.

      We ate a lot of rabbits and squirrels during the hunting season. Many times 

we had chickens when they were killed on the road as cars would pop over the hill 

from the east and hit them.  The hill in the road was widened and the hill lowered

in 1996. We butchered a beef each year sometimes a hog.  We rented a food locker

in Delaware, Ohio, and then later rented a locker in Sunbury after one was built 

there.

      We had a grocery man who came every two weeks.  We would order our sugar,

salt, flour, spices, vanilla, cocoa and peanut butter.

      My sister , Velma, liked to help mother can food and cook while I liked to

work in the garden and clean.  When we had to clean our rooms each weekend, I 

would have mine done early and Velma always waited until she had to do it.  When

Velma would cook and bake and make lots of dirty dishes I would wash the dishes 

and clean up the kitchen.

      I remember staying Grandma Murphys on the hill.  I liked to sort the funny

papers (we didn't get a paper) out in their old northeast unfinished store room

on the ground level.

      Grandma always liked to work crossword puzzles and study the Bible.  In 

later life she became a Christian Scientist.

      One time I stayed while the rest of our family to the Coney Island as I 

had to go to much to take on a trip.  Grandma and I lay down one afternoon for 

a nap and she said, "Let's see who can go to sleep first." Of

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Grace Chadwick Murphy, 1930]

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[corresponds to page 4 of Pages of Our Lives]

course it was me.  As a family we always went to Delaware once a month

to get our meat from the locker, have an ice cream cone on the way and

maybe see a movie at the Strand Theater.  In late years we went to Dorsey

Theatre in Johnstown.  I always had to sit in the end seat so I could go

to the restroom with disturbing everyone during the movie.  I couldn't go

to Centerburg movies as they didn't have a restroom.

     We picked always picked up hickory nut each fall in our woods as a 

family.  In the spring we went to the woods to see the spring flowers and

gather pawpaws to eat.  In the summer we went our wood s to pick black-

berries for mom to can and later years to sell.

     Mother had an electric Maytag washer and used a big square metal tub

sitting on a small wooden table to rinse the clothes in.  This same rinse

tub was used for our weekly bath when we were little.  We all used the 

same water, just adding hot water as it cooled down.

     We had lots of pets when we were young, I remember 2 dogs, Bobbie and

Bingo which were both small black and white, short haired dogs. Lovett had 

some coon dogs and a pet crow.  I also had a pet lamb and pet mouse. We had

no pet cats as we just had what we called barn cats.  I especially remember

Mary Ellen who lived to be 25 years old with not teeth but still had kittens

every year.

     When Wilma Carnes, my second cousin, and I played, one day in the sand pit

at the bottom of the hill, we had slid down it so much on our seats we decided 

to wash our panties in the water tank in the milk house.  I don't remember Dad 

ever scolding me for it.

     When us 3 kids would climb the ladder up to the haymow from the barn floor 

my legs were too short and I had a hard climbing the steps when we came to the 

big beam with no steps, but I never fell.

     As children, my sister, brother and I were not allowed to have a bicycle

since our neighbor on 605, Charles Barton, was killed on his bike in an automobile

accident. 

     We played games with Ted Gray, our neighbor who also lived on 605.  He was a

year older than my brother.  We played hide and seek, and Velma and Lovett got to

ride his bike and horse in our yard.  I didn't get to do as many things since I was

the baby being 5 yrs. younger than Velma and 2 years younger than Lovett.

    One time time I went with Lovett to check his traps and he caught a skunk which

we carried home.  Mother made us change our clothes in the backhouse we smelled so

bad.

    Every day when I got home from school I'd run upstairs and listen to my radio

shows.  I also loved to listen to Let's Pretend on Saturdays.

    I never got to stay all night with classmates except two times. Once with Nancy

Williamson and once with Mary Lou Forgraves.  they both lived in Sunbury.  Mary Lou

then got to stay at our house one night.  I still remember how afraid she was of our

chickens as she had never been in the country before.

     Our family never ate out so one time when I got to buy my lunch at school in 

downtown Sunbury with Joan Crowl it was very special. I had never had a boughten 

hamburger or milk shake before.

     I also remember of being in our Church's Prince of Peace speaking contests

in the 8th and 9th grades.  It was a 10 minute speech we memorized and spoke up

front in a contest held at

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I remember getting burned with my first permanent which was given like this. I was 
in the 5th grade.
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                    <text>[page 8]

[corresponds to page 5 of Pages of Our Lives]

Condit Church. My 9th grade speech I remember getting a mid-calf, black

flaired skirt to wear for the contest. Mother made most of my skirts so this

was special. I did not win but enjoyed being in the contests.  The skirt length

was in complete contrast with my 4th school year when the 8th grade girls across

the school hall wore mid-thigh length dresses.

     I was very little as a child until I started to gain weight rapidly after

the 2nd grade.  By the time I was in the seventh grade I weighed 152 pounds and

was 32" around my waist. I was so tired of being called "Chubby", "block buster",

etc., that I made up my mind to lose wight that summer. I ate less and  touched

my toes 200 times a day.  When I started back to school in the 8th grad I had 

lost 20 pounds and 6" around the waist which vowed never to gain back.

     I still enjoy exercising and have exercised daily since the early 1970's

when I first started running and doing  floor exercised.  I changed to at least

15 minutes daily walking nightly floor exercises.  I never missed the floor 

exercises but did miss walking when it was too cold before going to Florida 

in the fall. When we had our 2 siamese cats for 16 years, I never missed a night

as they would wait for me to do the floor exercises so I would hold them for a

few minutes.  In 1995, I added weight lifting.  I started slowly with 3 lb.

weights which I lifted in seven different motions increasing to 20 times each

way. Then I slowly added 5 lb weights, then 8 lb and sometimes I even use my

10 or 11 lb weights but it seems to take too long so I very seldom us the 10

or 11 lb. weights.  I have 2 sets of 3, 5 and 8 lb. wights so I have one set on

the bathroom counter and the other set in the motor home.  I look forward to 

Listening to Deliah on Sunny 95 radio when I lift weights in the bathroom and watch
 
T. V. when I lift weights in the motor home.

     My junior year I went Y-Teen Camp for a week.

     As children Dad always played rook, carrom, checkers and later euchre with

us especially in the winter evenings. We were not allowed to learn to play poker

as this was considered a gambling game.

     I never liked to read like my sister, Velma did. In the 4th grade I read the

reading circle books only to get the certificate.  I was so disappointed one 

Christmas when  Aunt Ruth and Uncle Raymond Chadwick gave me a book for Christmas 

that I cut a circle around the pages of the book.  Sometimes in the 1980's, my 

daughter, Tina gave me some Harlequin romance books and I enjoyed reading them. 

Then I read "Ashes in the Wind" by Kathleen Woodsworth about the Civil War.  

This got me interested in reading good books that I enjoyed and felt I also learned

something.  I now have many authors which I enjoy reading their books.  I usually

read 15 or 20 long books the four months each winter when we are in Florida. 

I find the thicker, best selling books are usually very good.

     We had a lot of sledding and ice skating parties on Grandpa's hill and pond

in the pasture field. I din't learn to ice skate until I got my new shoe skate my 

freshman year in high school in 1948.  The slip-on skates that you put on your 

shoes did not give any ankle support.

     I remember how us kids used to hunt for our Christmas gifts early.  One year 

we finally found them in the back of the piano.  I remember how pleased I was when 

our gas man's, Nick Nichol's wife , made me a little cloth divan and chair with 

lift up lids for Christmas.  One year we bought a live Christmas tree in a ball of 

dirt.  It was not very well branched but we made it look nice by decorating in the 

holes between the branches. This





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[corresponds to page 6 of Pages of Our Lives]

odd-shaped tree is still growing in front yard of our home place on Murphy road.  

     The road going east past our house was lined on both sides with locust trees

which touched together in places smelling so good when they bloomed.  We had to walk

up to the bottom of the hill to get our mail each day.  I loved the walk up the road

at night as it was so pretty.  I also like to walk and climb up the big hill in the

pasture  fields east of the pond at night and sit and look at the stars and the

moon shining on the pond.

      We three kids each had our room upstairs.  Velma had the east room, Lovett

had the northwest room and I had the southwest room where the stairway came up

in it.  We liked to walk around the ledge around the stairway.

     Sometimes we would play in what we called the poke hole closet with its door

just to the right of the top of the step upstairs.  This closet ran along the

west side of the southwest room with very little width space. It was so hard to 

walk as you had to bend over and it was dark as there was no light except the light

from the door opening.

     We got our first T. V. when I was a freshman in high school in 1947. 

     Emmie Van Sickle, an older second cousin we often visited when I was young,

lived on a mud road near Sparta, Ohio.  Several times, my folks got our car stuck 

on this road. I'm still afraid of muddy places.

     Emmie had always been sickly until she had her gall bladder out.  She made

this beautiful hair picture when bedfast for 2 years with rheumatic fever at age

13 years.  It was made with horse, human and baby hairs wrapped around fine wires to

form different flowers which were attached to a red velvet background.  It is housed

in a deep two foot square wooden glass frame. I received 1st place on this picture

at the Hartford Independent Fair at Croton, Ohio.

      Our family ate our meals together sitting around a round table in the west end

of our big kitchen.  The table was covered with an oil cloth with a big clear 

double-handled sugar bowl in the center we always talk about everything during our 

meals.  We even talked about the boys I had dated.

      Our family exchanged Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner with Aunt Ernistine and 

and Uncle Darrel who lived just north of Sunbury off route 61.  Aunt Ernistine 

always made her three-layered square hickory nut cake with a hickory nut, sugar and 

cream thickened filling and topped with confectionary sugar, butter and vanilla 

frosting which always ran over the sides of the cake. Later when we three kids were 

married, we had our  Christmas dinners at my sister's, Velma and Allan McCall's 

house in Delaware.

      Our last Christmas eve, Dec. 24, 1960, before Dad died we were at the home

place waiting for Dad to get done milking so the kids could open their presents. We

didn't know Dad had cancer and why it took him so long to do the chores.  My father

got us a nice step-stool which we still have and I wore a black and white corduroy 

skirt which I also still have.

      We usually had our Murphy reunions in the summer outside some where often at

uncle Darrel's Woods or by a creek where the kids could swim and men could fish.  We

always had so much fun when all the cousins got together.

      when us kids were older we made a lot of candy.  We sometimes had taffy pulls 

and then would put the pulled taffy on the buttered marble dresser top of Mom's 

Jenny Lynn bedroom suite in the enclosed back porch bedroom.

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                    <text>[page 10]

[corresponds to page 7 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Arthur and Ethel Murphy's 25th Wedding Anniversary and Annual Picnic
At Darrel Murphy's August 29, 1948
Allan McCall, Darrel C. Murphy, Grace L. Murphy Farrah C. Murphy
Harriet Vogelsang, 
Erma McCall, Rachel L. Murphy, Ethel I Murphy, Mary Ell Murphy, 
Arthur B. Murphy, Mary Carnes, 
Ernistine Murphy, Ella L. Taylor, David Taylor holding Grace Taylor
Children in front are John Taylor, Jon Carnes and Ralph Murphy

Maple Syrup Making at the Murphy Woods

(about 1938-1950)

     My sister's and brother's and my birthday are on Feb. 24,25, and 26.

This time of year always marked the beginning of maple syrup making season. 

Some seasons were much longer than others.  The weather played such an 

important role in syrup making. When the weather turned warm for several days

and night freezing ceased, the maple buds came on the trees and the sap would

have a budding taste and the sugar making season was over for another year.

     All the sap buckets and spiles were stored in the granary over the

milking parlor.  They had to be washed and taken to the sugar camp which was

a clearing in the woods with a small wooden structure housing the necessary

equipment to make maple syrup.  This structure was located at the northwest

section of the woods, closest to our house which was less than a mile away.

The firewood, which had been cut during the winter, was stored near the camp.

The wood was used to keep the fire burning under the three big evaporating

pans.

     Next the sugar maple trees in the woods had to have a small hole bored,

with a brace and bit, into the bark about four feet up from the ground and a 

spile tapped into the hole. A spile was a hollow piece of wood or metal later

which formed a trough to allow the sap to come out of the tree into the pail.

Real big trees could have two or three spiles in them.  The cleaned sap 

buckets were then hung on the spiles.

      The next job was to hitch two horses onto the double tree attached to 

the sled which held the deep round gathering tank.  The horses pulled the 

two-logged bottom sled through

     

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[corresponds to page 8 of Pages of Our Lives]

the muddy, rutted path in and around the tapped trees so the pails could be

dumped into the gathering tank.  The sap would again run through the spiles

and drop, drip by drip, into the pail after the next freeze and thaw.  The 

sap had to be gathered every day or it could sour.  The filled tank of sugar

water was parked on the higher hillside on the northeast side of the sugar

camp.  The pout was let down and the sap would run down through pipes to the

evaporating  pans inside the sugar camp.  Then the fire under the pan was

started.  the steam would roll up and out of the opened sided roof as the sap

boiled down.

     When the sap in the first pan got to a certain degree of sweetness it was

syphoned into the next pan until it reached the finishing pan.  Then a special 

test was done with a hydrometer tester which was floated in the sap. When it 

tested right the boiling maple syrup was run through a thick, dense wool-filled

bag into the new square one-gallon maple syrup cans Dad bought and put his name

labels on before he sold them.  The caps were screwed onto the hot syrup-filled

cans.  Mother would top off the cans at the house before they were sold as the cans

were not sealed.

    It took between 40-50 gallons of sap to make one gallon of maple syrup so a

lot of fire wood was needed.  As a season got nearly done the finished maple 

syrup would be darker in color and get a budding taste.  This syrup we would keep

and not sell.  dad would start a a batch early in the morning after milking the

cows and it might not be finished until midnight. He would get 6 to 8 gallons

per batch.  The sweetness of the sap affected the length of time per batch and

amount of work. We kids like to have parties at the sugar camp.  We often roasted

potatoes and meat in the hot ashes and boiled eggs in the sap. We have a picture

of the Condit Presbyterian Sunday School class party held at the sugar camp

taken about 1938.

     When I was in the second grade in 1940 I broke my left wrist during recess

at the Sunbury grade school.  The school called my Grandpa Murphy as they had a

phone.  Grandma blew her big couch shell to let Dad know to come home.  It could

be heard clear down at the woods from up on the hill where Marv Monroe now owns.

Dad came to house and got the message.  He took me to Sunbury so Dr. Spiro could 

set my arm bones when I placed it behind the screen.  The set was O.K. so I got

to go home after the cast was on it.

      We also made a lot of maple syrup candy by just boiling maple syrup to

soft ball stage (when a teaspoon of hot syrup would just go under in a cup of

cold water and float our of teaspoon.)  Many time we added peanut butter to the

syrup before beat it and put it in a buttered glass square pan.

      Boughten candy was a treat.  One time when Wilma Carnes and I were at

Grandma Carnes East Liberty home, we were playing in their bedroom and found

a box of candy.  We each ate a piece of a candy and never told Grandma.

                      Condit Presbyterian Church

       My parents never went to church because my father was forced to go to

church until he was 21 years old and he said he was not going to church after 

he was married.  Mom did not go by herself and I was not going to do the same 

when I married.

       As a child I started going to Sunday School with Grandpa Murphy and 

continued as I grew older.  I also remember going to the Guild meetings at the

church with grandpa.

      As a child I remember being in the big west Sunday School room and each

class sitting in their row.  We got a cupcake for our birthday. I remember

Grace Condit and Mable
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[corresponds to page 9 of Pages of Our Lives]


Comstock, "Doc" McOwen and wife, Mary McOwen and Jim Wilson as teachers.

     When I was in high school, Wendall Days picked me up for choir practice so

I got to sing in the choir.  I was never very good at singing part but one time

Faye thorn and I sang a duet for church.  I ended up singing the melody and Faye,

the alto as I could't stay on the alto part of "In the Garden".

     I went Wooster Church Camp which really was a high light in my life.  I still

remember our last nigh communion and all walking back to the dorm, singing "Only

Believe".  Then I gave a camp report at the Condit Presbyterian Church where

I was a member.  When I was about 16 years old, during the Easter Church service,

the minister asked if anyone wanted to join the church and I stood up. I remember

the Elders taking to me before I was baptized and joined the church.  Another 

special day was the day I was ordained as an Elder.  I especially remember how 

heavy all the other Elder's hands were on my head during the laying on hands 

service.

     Our Youth Fellowship was led by Wayne and Jerry Reppart.  It was very 

special as did so many things I had never done before.  We did roller skating

and swimming parties so I learned roller skate and swim.

[photo]

[photo caption]
Rachel - 16 years old

     I joined the church in 1949. Tom went to church with me once in awhile after 

we were married in 1952 but often I went alone.  After our kids were born, I

took them and my brother's children every Sunday and often taught Sunday School.

I was pleased when Tom joined our church in 1996 after Ted Gray invited him to

join.

     I started teaching Sunday School when Tina was 3 years old by helping Mildred

Morton teach her class.  I moved up with Tina until she graduated.  Then I taught in

Perry and Rex's classes.  I also lead the group opening for Sunday School for 

several years.

     Our women's group started meeting at the Rest Home and helping with crafts when

Mrs. Crawford had her rest home in Berkshire.  We then went Morning View Care Center

in Condit after it was built. I helped with crafts one day a week for several year.  

Then changed to bingo as more patients could join in.  Ann Ross and Grace Wilson 

also helped as it takes several to help the patients play.  Then we have a cover-all

and the winner gets a $1 bell.  Ann Ross, her sister, Louise, and I had bingo 

several years for the patients.

      The church had always been very important to me my whole life. I enjoy going

to Sunday School and church, singing in the choir, attending our day sewing and

study circle, going to our working group called "The Friendly Club", working on

different committees, and helping with Bible School and church meals and teaching

Sunday School.

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Rachel Buxton and Velma McCall for Church's 150 Celebration in 1986
     
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[corresponds to page 10 of Pages of Our Lives]


                      Other Childhood Memories

      Lovett and I both had pink eye when Mom was in the hospital. Helen

Williams and baby son, Dickie, took care of us.  We had to soak our eyes

open in the morning and get the burning medicine of argeral put in them

every day.

     I always loved to sew.  I started making doll clothes in the 4th grade. 

By the 8th grade I made myself a full, pleated skirt on a dropped hip line

top.

     I remember the pride I felt when Mother let me wall-paper the pantry

by myself and it looked so nice when I got done.

     I remember staying all night at Grandpa and Carnes and his new wife 

Harriett Vogelsang, when Mom was in the hospital.  I must have played in 

the dirt as Grandma told me to wash my feet in a pan of water before supper.

While I was washing my feet, Grandma went outside to call Grandpa in for

supper. I remember her yelling when she found Grandpa dead hanging from a 

rope  in the barn.  I was sent immediately across the road to the neighbors

where I stayed all night until Dad could get me the next day.

     I shelled corn by hand for the chickens.  O remember getting to shell

corn on Grandpa Murphy's corn sheller that he used for shelling corn for his

shelling his corn for his sheep.  It was so much fun to put an ear of corn

in the font hole, turning the handle and the corn come out the bottom and

the cob out the other side.

     When I was in Sunbury grade school, each morning all the classes lined 

up by the flag pole with the 8th grade first going down to the first grade.

The eighth graders seemed so old and grown up to the younger kids. I remember

Terry Day play taps on his bugle for the flag rising before went to our rooms

to start our day.  The first eight grades were in the western part of the old

Sunbury school house.  We went to high school in the east side of the same

building.

     My 1951 class went to the Sunbury High school building for our senior year,

which included Sunbury and Galena but was called Big Walnut. In 1952 the Big 

Walnut High School including Sunbury, Galena and Harlem and the students got

to use the new Big Walnut high school building.

     All twelve years of school my brother, sister and I rode the school bus.

We were on of the first kids to get on the bus in the morning and last ones

of at night.

     I was always anxious for school to start.  I went to Sunbury grade school

and Sunbury High School.

     Mr first grade teacher was Miss Tathem. We enjoyed our gold fish we had

at school in the back of the room.

     My 2nd grade teach, Miss Bond, was very strict and we learned a

lot.  She had divided reading classes. I was in center reading class. There

were six in 1st class. We were sent to the black board in small groups and 

had to stay until we knew our words.  We also had to count to 200.

     My 3rd grade teacher, Miss Love, let the kids who got their work done 

play a lot.

     My fourth grade teacher, Miss Hogue, was strict but when we got our

work done we could play in the back room making things out of orange crates.

I worked hard on reading books to get my reading certificate but did not

enjoy reading like my sister Velma did.

     My fifth grade teacher, Miss Beatty, was an older woman but made us work.

I enjoyed having a speaking part in a musical play that 4th, 5th and 6th grade

kids were in.  

     My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Grumlick, was an excellent teacher and we

learned our parts of speech well.  It was in this class when we heard World 

War 2 was over in 1945.
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    My 7th grade teacher, Mr. Crawford, tried hard but always got along better 

with the girls than the boys.  We traded some classes with the 8th grade and

our class always beat the 8th graders in parts of speech in English.

     My 8th grade teacher, Mr. Neilson, was an excellent teacher and really

made me work.  He was very patriotic.  Every morning we sang patriotic songs,

pledged allegiance to the flag, repeated memory verses and had a prayer.

     I was excited I got to be Aunt Polly in a Tom Sawyer play we put on.  I also

remember my beautiful wool long sleeved green dress I got for our first class

party. We also enjoyed our last day trip of school Oshonasee  Dam.  We took a 

packed lunch and just had fun all being together. My biggest trouble was I liked

to talk too much and ask too many questions.

     Our memory verses I still remember. (1) There Are Bridges to Cross and the

Way Seems too Long.  (2) For when the one Great Scorer Comes to Write Against

Your Name. I was the only one who memorized the long poem, The Ship of State,

and recited it for the class.

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     I was born on my fathers farm near Condit on February 26, 1933.

     Because I was the youngest of three children my brother two years

older and my sister five years older, they both liked to tease me and make 

me cry.  Even though they did tease me  we also had fun together especially 

in winter because we have a very high hill to slide down and a large pond to

skate on.

     At the age of six I started to Sunbury school. In the second grade I 

broke my arm running on the cement walk in front of the school building,

where we were not supposed to be playing. In the third grade since I and

some others were good students we were permitted to build articles out of

orange crates.  We also gave a play using the articiles we made. In the fourth

grade I was once caught copying spelling words, after getting a good bawling

out I never copied again. In the seventh grade I was Mr. Crawford's secretary.

When Mr. Nielson


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taught the seventh grade English I was his secretary too. Then in the eight

grade I was vice president.  I had a part in both of the plays which were put

were put on by Mr. Neilson. In the Christmas play I had the part of Faith. In

our commencement play I had one of the leading parts. The play was "The

Adventures of Tom Sawyer". I had the part of Aunt Polly. In the eighth grade state

test I was fifteenth in the county in all my subjects and first in the county in

science.

     I am news reporter for the Condit Presbyterian church's  West Minister 

Fellowship. It's lots of work but also fun. When the West Minister Fellowship

went to Glengary on a swimming party I learned to swim. When we went to Rollerland

on a skating party I learned to roller skate. I am also learning to ice skate on our 

pond since we got the dam fixed last summer.  We again have many ice skating parties

on the pond.  This year I have learned most of the rules for baseball and football.

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more about basketball too.  I like very much to go to the football, baseball

and basketball games of our school.

     When I was ten my cousins and I went Youngtown [sic] with our great aunt.

there we saw may steel pants but what I liked seeing much better was the huge

rock garden which we drove around in the car.  This rock garden was simply

beautiful with all it's different colors and designs.  I  have also been to 

New Concord, Zanesville and Akron seeing my sister who is a cadet nurse.  When

she was taking her college work at New Concord she took me over the college grounds.

It really took a lot of energy because the college is all located on hills.  When

she was on her affitiation [sic] in Akron I went up on the bus and stayed with her

on her day off.  I had a grand time while I was there.  I soon made friends with 

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                    <text>[page 18]

[corresponds to page 15 of Pages of Our Lives]


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to talk to cadet nurses from other states.

      In the summer I usually get three or four days vacation from helping

milk twenty cows night and morning at some of my relations.

      When I visited my Aunt and Uncle in Delaware we went swimming, downtown ect. 

[sic] but when I visited my Aunt and Uncle near Berlin I took care of their little

boy while they milked, put up hay ect. They were both though quite a change from 

what I had been used to doing.

      This summer when my sister got her vacation form nursing school we had so much

fun together.  We baked a grand anniversary cake for our parents wedding 

anniversary. Besides basking it we also frosted and decorated it to a T. I like 

sewing just as  well as cooking though.  When I see something in a magazine I like 

real well that isn't too hard to make.  I cut the pattern of paper then</text>
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                    <text>[page 19]

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material and sew it up.

     My hobby is nature and science. I especially like to catch insects and

mount then [sic] on cotton. I have another hobby which is singing that is when  

I haven't got a cold. I like to sing with my sister and brother. Sometimes we

harmonize real well. 

     I have quite a tan from helping make hay, mowing our 1/4 acre lawn, 

weeding our garden ect., Besides out door work I also like to help my Mother 

with in indoors work such as cooking and cleaning house.  when Mother went 

on a weeks vacation in Toledo I did all the cooking for my Father and Brother

besides the house cleaning and school work.

      I am now a freshman in Sunbury High School working hard for the future.

                                    By Rachel Murphy

      My freshman year was so exciting. I took Home Ec., Latin, algebra, 

English and Science. My sophomore year I too World History, Typing, Hygiene, 

Biology and</text>
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                    <text>[page 20]

[corresponds to page 17 of Pages of Our Lives]

             My Short but Enjoyable Vacation

    My Vacation was when I went to Akron visiting my sister who is a 

cadet nurse, she was on  affiliation in Akron. Velma called us at my 

grandparents, since we didn't have a phone, but their phone was out so

she had her girl friend Darlene Woodburn call up her boy friend 

Doniven Justice. It was on Sunday night at ten o'clock that Mr. Justice 

came over and said Darlene called and said I was to come to Akron on the

bus the next day at eleven-thirty o'clock.  That morning I got up at five-

fifteen to go milk.  After eating we washed the dishes and milkers. I then

start the washing. We got done with the washing at ten-thirty that gave

me forty five minutes to get ready.  I was ready and waiting for Daddy at

eleven ten.  He was painting on the barn roof.  Finally we were on our way

to Sunbury to meet the bus.  We got there at eleven thirty. The bus came

in ten minute so I din't have long to wait.  The seats on the bus were full

so I stood up. A lady near me got off after about three miles so I got

a seat.  At Wooster we had a rest period.  The bus station was real nice

there. when I go to Akron a girl said are you Rachel and I said yes.  It

was Dorthy Hostetler a cadet nurse in Velma's group who happened to be

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[corresponds to page 18 of Pages of Our Lives]

walk to the hospital grounds. The girls Nursing Home is right beside the 

hospital joined by a hall. That night I had some time learning how their

cafeteria system worked. After supper five of us girls went to see the show

called "The Husters" I thought the show was good but I liked Wild osker better.

He was the man who played organ while you sing words which were written on the

screen. Later that night Velma, Darlene, and I went to a little cafe near the

hospital for milk shakes, sundaes, and donuts. Because Velma and I talked till 

two-thirty I didn't get up until ten-thirty that day.  I did nothing but read and

rest all day.  That night Vel and others walked to bus station with me. Dad and

Mom were waiting for me at Condit so I soon got home.

                                             By Rachel Murphy

     
      My junior year I took English, History, Typing and Public Speaking. I got a

C in typing as we could not type any time except class time and I felt so bad my

folks got me a Royal typewriter for Christmas.  My senior year I took Senior Math,

Problems of Democracy, Chemistry and English and Civics.

      I graduated from Big Walnut High School in Sunbury, Ohio, In May 1951 2nd in    


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my class of 42 students. I loved to study, tutor other kids and wanted to 

get good grades.

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Rachel Murphy class of 1951 Salutatorian

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First Big Walnut Graduating Class  
Graduation Program, Class of 1951

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41 Grads Receive First Big Walnut Diplomas

     "Choose ideas to fit you the best. Do not follow the crowd. Go your

individual way to accomplish something of purpose," the Rev. Homer E. Felty 

of Ironton told the first Big Walnut High School graduating class at com-

mencement last Thursday evening.

Win High Honors

      Normand Townsley won highest honors in the first Big Walnut graduating class

with a four year average of 3.89.  Rachel Murphy was second with an average of

3.78.  Normand is the son of Mayor and Mrs. Cecil Townley and plans to attend

College.  Rachel is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Murphy and will enter 

White Cross School Nursing in the fall.

       Normand Townley presented the valedictory and Rachel Murphy the salutatory.

Supt. Marvin Miller presented certificates to graduates placing high in state

scholarship tests.  Principal Hylen Souders turned the class over to Owen Meredith,

school board president who congratulated the forty-one graduates and presented

diplomas.

       A large crowd attended commencement in the school auditorium here.  Music was

furnished by the school band and mixed chorus.
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                    <text>[page 23]

[corresponds to page 20 of Pages of Our Lives]

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More Childhood Memories

     Us kids used to play and dress up in Dad's baseball clothes and great aunt 

Lynn's tiny high button shoes which were kept in a dresser drawer upstairs.

     When I was 11 years and cousin Mary Ellen Murphy was 13 years old we went back

to Youngstown with Great aunt Goldie to visit.  Then came home on the bus. Another

summer we went to Aunt Ella Murphy Taylors. After the first night Aunt Ella wouldn't 

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                    <text>[page 24]

[corresponds to page 21 of Pages of Our Lives]

us sleep together as we giggled and talked all night but we still had a

big time.  They were building their house themselves when we were there.

We enjoyed listening to Aunt Ella play the piano and Uncle David his 

violin together.

      My brother, Lovett, and I went to Robbins lake one summer. We swam

out to the raft. I had a hard time swimming back as the raft had drifted out 

farther into the lake.  I had to rest floating several times to get back to

shore.  We slipped in under the fence as we really were trespassing.

      My sister always wanted a big wedding.  She planned a lawn wedding but

changed her mind and was married in Condit Presbyterian Church.  It was a

lucky change as it poured down rain all day the day of the wedding.  We had

to run into the church. Jane Lattimer, Velma's girl friend who lived just

up the road, was maid of honor.  Mary Ellen Murphy and I were brides maids.

Velma had a very nice long satin dress with a long train.

       We just replaced the sidewalk on the north side of our church in 2005.

I remember when this was install in 1948 after my sister's June wedding. I

jumped over the mud, as it rained so hard that day, when I ran into the church

to get my bridesmaid dress on before the wedding.

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Velma Victoria Murphy and Robert Allan McCall's Wedding June 6, 1948


Threshing and Silo Filling Rings

     My father, Arthur Murphy, was in the neighborhood threshing and silo 

filling rings.

     In the summer when the wheat was about ripe, Dad would cut the wheat

with a binder.  This machine could be pulled with horses or tractor.  It

cut the wheat with a sickle cutter which bunched the stems of wheat together

to make a a bundle called a sheave.  The sheave was tied around the center with

binder twine and then was pushed and dumped on the ground. The next job was to 

shock the wheat sheaves.  You would shock one sheave cut side down on the ground

and put sheaves around it in a circle.  Then bend one sheave over your arm to crease 

it and place it on top to help the rain to run off the top of the shock until the

wheat was dried and ready for threshing.  When it was your turn to thresh, wagons

were used to load the sheaves. One man would pick up the sheaves from the shocks 

in the field and pitch the sheaves to a man on the wagon to load.  The loaded

wagons were brought to the

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[corresponds to page 22 of Pages of Our Lives]

threshing machine usually set up near the barn so the straw could be blown into 

the upper barn mow.  A man had to pitch each sheave into the threshing machine

with a fork making sure the wheat heads were headed the correct way.  The wheat

came out one side to be bagged in cloth grain sacks and the straw was blown into

the straw mow or into a pile on the ground when the mow was full.  The straw was

used to bed the animals in the barn during the winter months when they were shut

in.  Threshing was a very dirty, dusty job.

     In the fall when the corn was about milk stage, the silo filling would begin.

The groups of men would take big wagons to the field and a forage cutter cut the

corn stalks off close to the ground, and ground the whole stalk and ear up and 

shot it back into the forage wagons.  The wagons were then taken to near the silo 

base where the silage was dumped slowly into a silo blower which carried the silage

to the top of the silo.  It was dangerous to get into the silo to level off the

silage after a day or two as orange gases would form which would kill you if

breathed, so the blower had to be run to clear the air before entering the silo.

     Both of these rings, as we called them, would have around 12 men who would go

from farm to farm until all the work was done.  The women had a big job as the men

worked hard and had a big appetite for the noon meal which the women prepared. I

remember Mother and Aunt Martha Elroy cooking for these meals.  The table had to

be set and lots of meats, mashed potatoes and pies.  Then there were all the dishes

and pans to wash as no paper products were used.

     I also remember helping with the unloading of loose hay as a child. The hay was

moved with a mowing machine, then raked with a hay rake. The rows of hay were loaded

with a high hay loader which was pulled behind a flat bed wagon for the hay to fall

on to. The loaded wagons were taken to the side of the tallest part of the barn a

metal track was attached.  A double-pranged harpoon fork with a long heavy rope

attached would follow this track to different parts of the barn, and the rope was

tripped to dump the batch of hay in the mow. My Grandfather Murphy would set the 

fork in the loose hay on the wagon, and my brother would drive a team of horses 

outside the barn pulling the rope to pull the bunch of hay up from the wagon 

through the barn window and across the barn where my father would trip the hay 

and spread out the dumped batch of hay with a pitch fork.  It was my job to pull

the rope back to the edge of the barn so it would not be so hard for Grandpa on

the wagon to pull the rope all the way back to reset the fork for the next dump

of hay.  I remember my brother, Lovett Murphy, got $.10 a load , and I only got

$.01 a load.  There would be several batches to dump in each load.

                                Memories of Dad

      Dad enjoyed his hunting, fishing and trapping. He belonged to the Sunbury

Hunters' club.  I remember helping to hold the hind legs of the muskrats and

minks as Dad skinned them. Then he would tack them a a special flat board to

dry before he sold them.

      I also learned how to clean squirrels and soak them in salt water over-

night before cooking them.  Dad shot a snow goose one winter and we dressed

it in the house.  Feathers went everywhere but it was good eating.
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                    <text>[page 26]

[corresponds to page 23 of Pages of Our Lives]

      Dad also loved his baseball games.  He played baseball when he was a

freshman in college with the Cincinnati Reds.  Every Sunday afternoon he always

listened to some kind of ball game on the radio so Mother and I would go to

great Aunt Hal and Great Uncle Grant Murphy's many times on Sundays up Murphy

road about a mile east and way back a long lane on the south side of the woods

and gather hickory nuts in the woods.  Many a winter night Dad would hold Mom's 

old flat iron upside down between his knees and crack hickory nuts with a 

hammer for Mom to pick out.  Dad would also play Rock (a card game) with us kids

as we were not allowed to play euchre as it was considered a betting game.  Mother

and Dad like to play euchre with Pearl and Nick Nichols,  Virgie and Alvin Horn, 

and Emogene and Sig Pugerud.  Dad also played checkers and carrom with us kids

using his big wooden board with checkers on one side and carrom on the other side.

It had four webbed corner pockets to catch the putts.

[Photo]

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Arthur Bradley Murphy May 1902 - 10 months

[Photo]

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Arthur Murphy 2 years old - 1903

     Dad had a nut bowl and he liked to crack pecans, nigger toes, and other mixed

nuts with hand cracker.  Dad loved his cream and always used cream on his cereals,

bananas or strawberries.  He enjoyed his weekly pies, many of them with whipped 

cream on top of them.  He always ate mayonnaise on his fresh tomatoes.  He like to 

dip his little green onions from the garden in salt before eating them. He like 

limburger cheese on his crackers. He loved his ripe bananas so he would come home

from the store with a big bag of cheap ripe bananas at $.10 a lb.  We had many a

meal of ripe bananas of strawberries and homemade bread.  We used skim milk as the 

cream was saved for Dad or for whipping or to make butter cheese. Dad's worst habit

was smoking cigarettes all his life. He rolled his own for several years. Sometimes

he chewed tobacco when we went to Delaware. I remember when he spit out the front 

car window, we would get tobacco juice in the face in the back seat.  We had no 

car air conditioner so the windows were all open in the summer.  We kids would fight 

over had sit behind Dad.

     I can only remember Dad getting angry twice.  The one time when my brother

Lovett put water in Dad's knee high slip on gum boots that he wore with moccasins

to the barn. Lovett said I put the water in his boots! Of course, I said I didn't 

do it.  I said Lovett put the water in the boots so we both got spanked with Dad's

slipper. The other time was when Grandma Harriet Carnes (second wife of Leonard)
 
slept with my sister, Velma. They were taking Velma's east upstairs bedroom.

Lovett and I both got spanked again with Dad's slipper as we were told to quit 

talking and  to sleep but kept talking anyway as Velma and Harriet were still talk-

ing. I slept in the southwest bedroom and Lovett slept in northwest bedroom 

upstairs. Mom and Dad slept in the little downstairs southwest bedroom until it was

made into a bathroom in 1944.  Then the north back porch was enclosed and used as

their bedroom.  My folks also had a bed in the garage as with the high grounds

on the east side wall of the garage it was much cooler in the summer time. Mom and

Dad lived on Murphy road for 39 years when he died of cancer at 61 on Oct. 1, 1962.

He found out he had cancer in Riverside Hospital on Feb. 26, 1962. He had his bone

morrow
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                    <text>[page 27]

[corresponds to page 24 of Pages of Our Lives]

test the day John Glenn went into space. Dad stayed at home seven months until

he died.  He had glandular glaucoma and took no treatments since it was wide-

spread. My sister and I stayed the last two weeks with Mother before Dad died.

He stayed in bad all the time and had a catheter for his urine but was able to

go to the bathroom once a day.  The last day he went to the bathroom he started 

to hurt so bad he called for Velma to give him a shot for pain.  He died before

she could get the needle boiled.  His pain tolerance was high as he never com-

plained of any pain before.

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Arthur Bradley Murphy Spring 1919 - 18 years

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Arthur Murphy's Graduation from Sunbury High School - Class of 1919

                             Memories of Mom

     Each morning Dad would get up early to take the ashes out of the kitchen cook 

stove and kindle the fire before he went to the barn to milk.  The cook stove would 

them be hot for Mother to cook our oatmeal of pancakes for breakfast before we went

to school when they were done milking.  We had a path that went to the barn through 

the weeds as Mom always took us to the barn night and morning while the hand-milked

as high as 21 cows. She never left us alone at the house.

      Mother and Dad always raised a big garden besides their large fruit orchard.

They had permanent plants of rhubarb, asparagus, goose berries, ground cherries,

currents, Logan berry, big red raspberry, black raspberry, black berries big white

white grapes, blue grapes, huckleberries and elderberries.

      In their orchard were several apple trees including yellow transparent, 

jonathan northern spy, winter apple, sweet apple and crabapple. Other trees in 

the orchard were sweet cherry, sour cherry, pear, three apricot, black walnut, 

chestnut, green gage plum, blue damson plum, white peach and yellow peach.

      In their garden they raised potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage, 

lettuce, carrots, peas, all kinds of beans, corn, peppers, pumpkin, squash, onion,

beets, spinach and strawberries. Mother always canned 100 qt. each of several 

fruits especially peaches, cherries, and black berries.  She always baked several

pies each weekend as Daddy loved his pies.  Mother also churned butter, made 

cottage cheese, lye soap, catsup, root beer pop, sweet and dill pickles, 

mincemeat, homemade bread and canned meat.

      Mother did a lot of sewing and mending.  she made Aunt Martha's (Dad's sister)

school clothes for the first grade the first year she and Dad were married and lived

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                    <text>[page 28]

[corresponds to page 25 of Pages of Our Lives]

parents up on the hill. Mother made about all of Velmas's clothes when when

started first grade in the fall of 1933 as Velma was such a big girl for five

years of age.  She also made a lot of my skirts in grade school.  They were 3

tiers gathered onto a belt.  Mother also enjoyed crocheting.  She did some

quilting, too as I have one quilt she made.  Mother was a good homemaker and

cook.  she later cooked at the Sunbury Restaurant for about a year.  One winter

when she and Dad went to Florida, Mother cooked at Mullet Key Island now

called Fort DeSoto Park since the spur from the Sunshine Highway made a road

to it.  After Dad died she cooked one winter for a man in Delaware, OH.

      Mother washed clothes on Monday, ironed on Tuesday and mended on Wednesday 

and baked pies on Fridays.

      My mother, Ethel Carnes Murphy loved flowers. These are the flowers and 

bushes in our yard on Murphy Road when I was growing up.

1. White lilac tree                 1.  Tiger lilies

2. Pink lilac bush                  2.  Bleeding heart

3. Snow ball bush                   3.  Tulips

4. Hydrangea                        4.  Hyacinths

5. Passion vine                     5.  Peonies (white, pink, and red ones)

6. Weigela                          6. Amerillis

7. Trumpet vine                     7. Morning glory

8. Forsythia                        8. Hen and chicken

9. Flowering almond                 9. Bee balm

10. Dwarf white hard rose bush     10. Yucca

11. white spirea (little tiny white flowers ) 11. Lily of the valley

12. regular spirea                 12. mock orange

14. Wisteria                       13. Holly hocks

15. Rose of Sharon

16. Spice bush


     In Oct. 1963, Mother at age 54 years married Val Anderson from

Florida.  The lived in St. Petersburg, Fl.,


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Val and Ethel in Florida-1964

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Ethel and Val in 1976

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                    <text>[page 29]

[corresponds to page 26 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Val Anderson making nets by the big oak tree

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Ethel Anderson 1979 - age 70 

[Photo]

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Ethel and Val Anderson's Florida home of 5th Avenue and 43rd Street in St. 
Peterburg  Mother Lived here 23 years from 1964 till her death in 1987

for 23 years until died in Aug. 1985 after being unconscious for two weeks

in a rest home. Mother continued to live with a renter the last two years because

she was afraid to stay alone.  She had such fear of being alone or being in a 

rest home.  She died Feb. 1,1987. We were glad we were in Florida when Mother 

got sick and died within three days.  Tom and I had gone camping in our motor home 

over the weekend at Venture Out (B's RV Camp) near Clermont, Fla. where we joined

the membership campground system.  The following Wednesday night, Mother, her 

renter (Ken Adams) and Tom and I went to my nieces, Alice and Kurt Schusters in

St. Petersburg for supper.  Mother seemed to be feeling all right then. Thursday

morning when I came into the house from our motor home she had a temperature and

her lower back hurt so bad.  I gave her aspirin every four hours to keep her

temperature down.  She was not any better on Friday and we took her to the doctor.

The Doctor could not find anything really wrong except her temperature was still

high as her back pain was gone.  The Dr. gave her medicine for temperature and an

antibiotic.  Friday night she fell off her kitchen chair by the table.  It took 

Tom and Ken both to get her up.  Sat. morning she fell out of bed and seemed so 

stiff that I called an ambulance.  She didn't want to go to the hospital so I had

to sign for her to be taken. My sister, Velma, came from Dade city.  Velma, Mother's 

brother, Wilbur Carnes who lived next door and Tom and I stayed with Mother at the

hospital all day.  We kept cold compresses on her head as her high temperature

continued.  We had not been home very long when the hospital called at 10:00 P.M.

Saturday night that she had died.

      It was hard to believe as she did not seem that sick.  Mother's funeral plans 

to be cremated were all plnned and prepaid.  We bought her urn of ashes home from 

Florida to Ohio. On May 5, 1927 we had planned a memorial service at the Condit

Presbyterian Church and a grave side service at the Trenton Cemetery at South 

Condit, but the weather was so wet

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Died Feb 1, 1987

[Photo]

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Ethel Irene Carnes Murphy Anderson

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                    <text>[page 30]

[corresponds to page 27 of Pages of Our Lives]

and cold we had all the service at the church.  Tom took her urn of ashes to

the cemetery for burial on her grave site beside her first husband, Arthur

Bradley Murphy.  A very nice dinner was served for everyone in the church

basement following the service.

     My sister, Velma, and I were co-executors of Mother's Living Trust. It

took us four years to finish it as we could not get Mother's house in St.

Petersburg sold.  It was costing us $200 a month to keep it so we had even

made plans to give her house to the St. Petersburg Presbyterian Church. The

4th realtor finally got it sold for $20,000. It had been appraised for

$45,000 in 1987 but no one who wanted it could get a loan.  We felt lucky

that the church had bought Mother's lots next to the church and the renter's

in Mother's trailer in Dade city bought her trailer.

     Velma, Tom and I worked several weeks getting everything sorted. Mother

was a keeper and liked a full look.  She enjoyed having knick-knacks, pictures,

etc. We filled up our brothers station wagon, Velma's station wagon, and our

Toyota pick-up truck to bring to Ohio. We sold furniture to neighbors, gave

her clothes to the church and sold to an antique dealer.  Then we had a sales

barn come in and they got 3 big van loads that they sold in boxes at their

Auction Barn for a percentage of the sales.

                            Tom Enters My Life

      In the spring of my senior year, the night of my best friend, Mary Alice

Richardson's father's funeral, mother and I were doing the dishes and were

crying and talking about the funeral and someone knocked at out door.  This 

boy asked if he could take me out for supper the next night.  I didn't know 

what to say so said "yes"  This was my first date with husband, Tom Buxton.

We went together all summer.  We ate out, went to movies, went square dancing

and went swimming. By August we were in love.

      I will never forget when Tom and I were going together.  We were so proud

of the big bull frogs that we had caught in our pond that we took them into the

garage to show them to Mom and Dad, they slept there when summer temperature was

high.  A frog got loose and jumped into bed with them.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Rachel and Tom August 1951

[Photo]

[Photo image]

Rachel Murphy and Tom Buxton 1950

     My sister, Velma, was a cadet nurse during World War II the last class to

graduate after the war ended and I wanted to be a nurse, too.

     Tom gave me my engagement ring the day I left in September 1951 for nurses

training at White Cross Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, now called Riverside. I could

not wear my ring due to regulations and after the first weekend could not go home

but Tom could call on Wednesday night.

      I stayed in Henderson Hall.  We had classes daily and hospital floor duty

either 7-9 morning care or 7-9 night care.  I really enjoyed my training and had

a nice roommate from
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                    <text>[page 31]

[corresponds to page 28 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Image]

[Photo]

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Rachel in nursing uniform at White Cross Hospital Fall 1951

Willard, Ohio, Margene Buckingham (now Mrs. James Harper). We started out

with floor duty in the hospital from 7-9 morning care or 7-9 nite for

evening care of patients besides our daily classes.  We had such good

hospital food with many fruits and vegetables which I really enjoyed. Our

teachers were strict but we learned.  Mrs. Matson, 6 mo. pregnant, was our

health nurse and Miss Shoemaker taught how to make a bed and Miss Owens had

our microbiology and counted off on tests for any misspelled words.  Rev. 

Johnson was our chaplain.  I got good grades and enjoyed my studies and loved

the hospital duty time.

     I finished my first year and received my books for the second year before

I married Thomas Edward Buxton Mar. 16, 1952.  We had become engaged in September

1951 but nursing students could not marry then.

      Rev. William Bingman married us at Condit Presbyterian Church where I had 

become a member when I was 16 years old.  We had only our immediate family present

and my brother Lovett Murphy and his wife Angie stood up with us.  I wanted to be

married in our church but no fuss so only Tom's parents and Grandma Buxton and my

parents, my sister and husband, my brother and wife, who stood up with us were 

present for our wedding.  Tom wore his brown suit and I wore a knee length thin

blue dress trimmed in black.  We came back to Mother's and Dad's house, first 

house on Murphy Road and had a lunch.  My sister, Velma, had made grilled meat 

toasted  sandwiches in the oven.  Later in the afternoon we left for Washington

D.C. where we stayed all night.

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Condit Installation Service for Rev. William Bingman who married Rachel and Tom

     We stayed our first night in Wheeling, West Virginia.  The weather was cold 

and the roads were very icy.  Tom was worried about his dad's new Mercury he was

driving.  The second night we stayed at Hagerstown, Maryland at my second cousin's, 

Elsie &amp; Lincoln Cox.  the following day we toured Washington D. C. and stayed there

that night before leaving for home the next day.  We stopped in Zanesville and got

our first groceries on our way home to 13105 Clover Valley where Tom carried me over

the door step.

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[corresponds to page 29 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]

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13105 Clover Valley Road, Croton, Ohio 
Thomas and Rachel Buxton's home for 13 years

[Photo]

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Thomas Edward Buxton

                             Tom Buxton

      Thomas Edward Buxton was born Dec. 15, 1930 at home at 13105 Clover 

Valley Road to Wayne and Lucille Buxton.  The milk man had come in the 

morning and as he was lifting the milk cans into the truck, he heard a baby

cry.

      His folks would sit Tom beside a corn stalk so he wouldn't get cold

as they husked corn by hand nearby when he was little.

      Tom was very close to his Grandma Buxton as he had stayed 22 months

with her when his mother was sick with tuberculosis.  She had gone to a

sanitarium in Newark and had surgery at the university to collapse her lung.  

She was very sick and it was believed she might die.

      Grandma Buxton lived in Croton on Main Street, east of Hartford Grade

school (the last house before the railroad crossing, on the right side of the

road, on the corner). Tom was able to walk to school.  They had no car because

she sold her model T after her husband died in 1934.  She and Tom would walk to

Johnstown Croton Road to catch the hack (or taxi) when they wanted to go to 

Alexandria to visit her other son, (Tom's uncle) Claude.  Then they had to be at

a certain place to catch it when they came back home.

       Each July for almost five years, Tom Frank James, Jack Clayton, Gilbert 

Duncan &amp; Jack Holland would go camping for a week (or until they got rained out)

on Forest Canaday pasture field east of Croton. They rode their bikes to the fence 

and threw over before walking to their camp site. There they would tie a rope 

between two trees and hang a tarp over it.  Everyone brought food.  They would

cook over an open

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                    <text>[page 33]

[corresponds to page 30 of Pages of Our Lives]

campfire and sometimes cooked mud rolled potatoes in the ashes. They

walked about 1/4 mile to Eddie Booher's for their milk.  They washed their 

metal pie pans that they ate on in the creek and they used a can opener to

open cans of beans and other food.  Jack Clayton was the oldest, so he was

the main cook.

      At age ten, Tom drove the horses to unload hay which would be unloaded

by using a set fork.  the hay would then be dumped in the hay mow when the

man on the wagon tripped the rope.

      About the same time, Tom picked up potatoes each fall for two years for

P.E. Grub. He was 12 years old when he disked with a tractor and wasn't strong 

enough to get the clutch pulled back to stop very quickly.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

P.E. Grube's DeKalb seed corn plant at Croton
His home on left side and Mexican migrant homes
on right rear side - Wayne Buxton raised seed corn for Mr. Grube for several years

      Tom at the age of 13, plowed a few rounds with a 2 bottom plow when his folks

were away. When his dad saw the uneven ridges he told him he needed to learn how to

adjust the plow as it would take 2-3 years for the ridges to freeze out.

      Tom was running the Oliver combine to combine wheat for P. E. Grube when he

was 16.  Grube owned the Delkalb seed corn plant in the Croton area.  the men at the

plant adjusted the settings on the combine for Tom so he did a good job.

     Tom got his drivers permit when he was 15 years old in 1945.  He got his

license in Dec. 1946 when  he was 16 years old.  He drove his dad's truck and 

started dating Barbara Callan. They often went to the Midland picture show in 

Newark or Dorsey Theater in Johnstown. They also went roller skating in Utica. 

Tom took Barbara to help her set up the Grange booth at the Ohio State Fair in

the summer of 1947.

     In 1947, Tom's dad got Tom a used 1946 blue Chevrolet 1/2 ton pickup truck

with stock racks.  It had 6,000 miles on it and cost 1,200. A year late, Tom's 

dad traded in the '46 for a new 1948 1/2 ton for Tom costing $1,300.

     Tom's dad let him use gas out of the tractor's gas tank and his mom gave

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[corresponds to page 31 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tom's Freshman Class

Top row: Richard Higgins, Jimmy Butt, Donald Mitchell, Tom Buxton, Robert Fawn

Middle Row: miss Judy-teacher, Barbara Callum, Martha Denty, Laura Jean Denty

Kenneth Snyder, Howard Seigsmund

Bottom row: Priscilla Morris, Donna June Hess, Patti Booher, Glenola Potter,

Gladys Cramer

     In the fall of 1948 both Tom and Barbara were freshman at Hartford High School

when Barbara found out she was pregnant. Right after Thanksgiving, Tom's Mother went

with them to be married in Kentucky.

     They lived in Robert's road house in the early spring of 1949 and did the chores

for two weeks while Tom's folks went to Florida for the first time with Frank and 

Elsie Ross in the Rosses 2 door, 1947 Fleetline Chevrolet car.


                                Jerry Edward

     All seemed to be going well for them when Jerry Edward Buxton was born in White

Cross Hospital in Columbus May 24, 1949.

     Wayne remodeled the house on Clover Valley Road in the early summer of 1949 so

they could move in and start house keeping.  By mid July, Tom &amp; Barbara were having

problems.  Helen Callan's, Barbara's mother was constantly coming to get Jerry and

many times, Barbara went home with them and things would not be as well when Barbara

came back.

     At wheat combining time in July, Tom was driving on Murphy Road and he saw me,
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                    <text>[page 35]

[corresponds to page 32 of Pages of Our Lives]

Rachel Buxton, in the yard and thought "I don't want to live like this"

     They broke up the end of of 1949 and Tom's folks hired Joseph Fittsgiven, a 

lawyer from Newark. The divorce was final in November of 1949.

     Tom and his folks did agreed to let Ralph and Helen (Barbara's parent's) adopt 

Jerry after Tom had so many problems trying to visit Jerry during the custody fight 

due to Helen Callan's aggressive desire to have Jerry.  Tom's grandma Buxton wanted 

to help raise Jerry but they all knew there would be constant trouble for Jerry as 

her was growing up if Tom didn't agree to the adoption.  Mrs. Callan, renamed the 

baby Jerry Edward Callan and Tom never got to see him again to talk for 40 years.

     Tom and I went to Ed's High school graduation in 1967 at Utica High School but

did not get to see him after the program as it was going to cause trouble.

     In June 1989, Ed came to visit us and wanted to know his father.  Ed and wife,

Ann, then started coming to our November Christmas dinner and August family Fair

picnic.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Steven and Janice Harris

Janice is Ed Callan's daughter - 1994

      We went to visit Ed's only child, Janice and her new husband, Steve Harris

that same year after Ed's visit with us.  They showed us their recent wedding

pictures. They also came to our family dinners.  Janice and Steve were divorced in

November 1987. [date incorrect?] Janice married Dennis Koivula Feb. 14, 1999 which

we missed because we were in Florida.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Fall dinner

Rachel Buxton, Edward Callen, Thomas Buxton

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

1949 Chevrolet Truck

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Tom

1949 Florida Camping Trip


                         Tom's First Florida Trip

      In the fall of 1949, when Tom was sowing wheat alone for the first time,

he saw his mom and dad drive up with his new 1949 Deluxe Chevolet 1/2 ton pickup

truck with side windows.  Tom's folks thought Tom needed a change after all the

court fighting so a Florida camping trip was planned.

      Tom and Wayne built a rack over the pickup  bed and covered it with special

built canvas that flipped up at the back so they could keep warmer when sleeping 

on the mattress inside. Tom had never been to Florida and this Wayne's second

trip. They both enjoyed their 2 week, 3,600 mile trip to key west, Florida. The

next fall, 1950,

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tom and Wayne

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                    <text>[page 36]

[corresponds to page 33 of Pages of Our Lives]

Wayne, Lucille &amp; Tom all went to Florida in Wayne's new 1952 Mercury 2 door car. 

They stayed at Fitch Dixon's rental unit Sarasota, Florida.

      Tom was very closed mouthed about himself all his life.  The special saying 

about Tom in the 1948 Hartford-Hi-lights 1st year book was "like clam". While

Tom was told something once, expected to listen, not ask questions, and to mind

(which he usually did). tom learned that you only needed to say something once

and that you shouldn't talk about people.

      Tom had asthma, pneumonia, boils on the lower legs and a severe case of

chicken pox as a child.

      When Tom was 12 years old he shot close range with his B.B. gun at a 

dynamite cap with metal pieces hitting 32 places on his body - one piece

staying 30 years in the white of his eye before festering and coming out.

      Tom always liked to stay with his Uncle Claude at his fishing camp in

Williams Port (back a lane near Deer Creek) several days before school started

each year.  One year Claude was taking Tom, who was about 8 years old at the 

time, for a ride on his back while walking with his wadding boats on across mossy

rocks when he slipped and Tom went under water before Claud caught his balance.

      Farming has always been Tom's life and still works in the barn and shop

keeping the machinery in good condition.  It's hard for Tom not to be busy in

the shop or going somewhere in his truck.

      Tom enjoys reading the Columbus Dispatch in the morning and the Newark

Advocate in the evening.  However, he doesn't read books or magazines unless they

are about machinery or car sales.

      Tom was always good at repairing and maintaining all his equipment as he 

was taught to take care of his toys and the equipment.

      Tom, Wayne, Lucille &amp; Grandma Jackson all have strong tempers but Tom get's

over his quickly while his dad would bunk (not talk) for several days sometimes.

      Tom hated Sunday's and Holidays as a child because his dad was a Sunday

Alcoholic and usually got mad about something when drinking.  Tom and I do not 

smoke of drink after seeing all the damage it can do.

      Tom is backward and feels he can't do anything right in front of anyone.

book learning was hard for him yet he is talented in many other ways.

      Tom joined the Condit Presbyterian Church on June 6, 1996.  He was too shy

to join in the regular church service and so Rev. Carol Weiss made it easier for 

him to join after had attended the new members' classes in this special way. She

arranged for Tom's ceremony in the church basement with the minister and other

elders.  I'll always remember this special night.

     A light colored man named Grant Morgan who lived in Croton and like horses

was a friend of Wayne Buxton.  Grant walked 6 miles round trip to the Burley Marble

farm on Rhodeback Road where he worked.  He never learned to drive a car. Grant

sometimes went with Tom's folks and Tom on Sunday afternoon drives.  They were often

invited into people's parlors to visit about their horses.  Morgan gave Tom his big 

wooden chest and nice little parlor table when he died as he know that Tom would 

take care of them.

      Grandma Jackson gave Tom her hand crank Victrola that she got when she worked 

on East Livingston Drive in Columbus.  Grandma and Grandpa Jackson worked on a farm
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                    <text>[page 37]

[corresponds to page 34 of Pages of Our Lives]

near there on East Main Street before they bought their farm at 2341 S. Street,

Route 605, Galena, Ohio, where their grandson David and Belinda Jackson now live.

      Tom is always thinking of a faster and easier way of doing things.  He doesn't

like the slow fixing jobs like I do as I never get mad and have lots of patience.

      We work well together. I do the book keeping and he does the mechanical jobs

which I am not talented in. One of Tom's most endearing traits is that always think-

ing of the other person before himself.

                                  Marriage

      I enjoyed helping Tom keep the farm records, milking the cows, opening seed

corn bags at planting time, mixing chemicals for farm spraying, mowing the lawn,

raising fruit, and tending the vegetable and flower gardens. I picked a lot of

strawberries and red raspberries. I especially like cleaning house and usually swept

every day. I enjoyed sewing, which included mending clothes, boots shoes, combine

canvas, toys, pool cover, air conditioner cover, etc. I liked fixing clothes better 

than making new ones.

      We got our first television in 1953.

      I remember when Tom and I got our first automatic washing machine after we had

Tina in 1956.  Tom's mother always washed Tom's diapers and baby clothes each day by 

hand as she only had 1 dozen diapers.  Washing by hand was hard for me so I really 

was pleased with my new new washer.                             [Photo]

     I did not know how to cook as I had always cleaned         [Photo caption]
                                                            
and my 5 year older sister, Velma, had always did the           Our first TV in 1953 

cooking with mother.  I had a wonderful mother-in-law,

Lucille Lalla Jackson Buxton, who helped me and of course the Ohio Grange cookbook

helped too.

      I always took pride in keeping a clean house.  Every Saturday I cleaned our

house from top to bottom, and Tom and I would eat out Saturday night and I'd get my

groceries in Mt Vernon, Ohio.

[Photo]                        [Photo]                         [Photo]

[Photo caption]                [Photo caption]                 [Photo caption]

Tom and Rachel in Roush        Tom and Rachel                  Rachel and Tom

Hardware in Westerville        Married 24 years                Married 34 years

        One day when Velma lived in Delaware and worked at Jane M. Case Hospital, 

she always came home to Mothers on her day off.  We were getting ready to make a 

cake. Velma was putting the beaters into the mixer and someone plugged in the 

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                    <text>[page 38]

[corresponds to page 35 of Pages of Our Lives]

side of the room and her fingers were caught in the blades on one hand. We could

not get them out and had to take her Alvin Horn's filing station at Condit for him

to cut them out. We felt lucky with all the excitement that I didn't go into labor

with Tina as she was just due or Velma's friend who came with her didn't have a

convulsion that she often had if her temperature rose any.

                               Children

      We were married married 4 1/2 years before we had Tina on December 28, 1956.  

then Perry was born November 16, 1958 and Rex on December 8, 1964.  I never had a 

sick day with any of the pregnancies but after I had them I had post partem blues 

and couldn't sleep well.  With Tina I weighed 135 lb. when I got pregnant and only 

147 lbs. the day I delivered.  I had an easy delivery with Tina.  We were keeping 

Grandmother Buxton who was sick, from November 7th when Tom's folks went to Florida, 

until I went to the hospital.  I had my first pain and went to bathroom at 3 in 

morning so Tom took me to the hospital before he milked in the morning. Tina was 

born very easily with no anesthetic until delivery with caudal block just as she 

was born at 10:30.

      In early fall we moved to the big house where the cows were at and closed 

our house for the winter each year when Tom's folks went to Florida.  The year 

Perry was due I had gone to Dr. Merryman on Friday and he said I was close to 

delivery. We moved on Saturday and Perry was born Sunday afternoon.

      We were to have dinner with Grandma Buxton and we were turning the cows 

across the road to pasture about 7:30 in the morning and I had my first pain so

Tom told Grandma we couldn't come and we dumped Tina in her sleeper with Mom and

Dad on our way to the hospital. Perry was born at 2:30 in the afternoon. I had

lost weight with Perry also but never had a sick day.

      With Rex it was a different story as I was RH negative so delivery was forced.

I milked cows Sunday morning, Dec. 6, taught Sunday School and Tom took me to the

hospital in the afternoon.  Monday morning, Dec. 7 they started an IV drip early

and I had pains every three minutes all day.  My water was broken and even caudal 

block given to try to relax me but Rex didn't come so 10:30 P.M. Monday night they

took out the IV and gave me a sleeping pill and said they would start again in the

morning and sent Tom home. I went into labor on my own around 11:30 and they would

not give me anything for fear it would stop my labor. I had very hard pains until 

midnight when Rex was born and they put me out.  I had my tubes tied while in the

hospital and the Doctor also took out my appendix.  So my four days stay in the 

hospital I didn't get any good food as Dr. Merryman wanted liquid diet and then only

light food after having my appendix out.  I had enjoyed my food, heat lamp and 

security of hospital on my other 2 stays.

     Tina weighed 6 lbs. 9 1/4 oz. and Perry 6lb. 3 oz. and Rex 5 lb. 12 oz.  Rex 

was born early Tuesday morning and seemed to be doing O.K. but each day got a 

little more yellow.  On Friday they took him to Children's Hospital and he had

his blood changed 1 1/2 times due to RH factor.  Tom and I had to go to Children's

and get Rex after I got home from the hospital.

      After each child I was so worn out and I stayed a week at Mom's with Tina.

Tom's folks came home from Florida and got Grandma Buxton. Tom and I took Tina 

over one night to show them baby before they went back to Florida with Grandma

Buxton.

     With Perry I stayed a Mother's one week. With Rex, Mom kept Tina and Perry

and
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[corresponds to page 36 of Pages of Our Lives]

I stayed 2 weeks with my sister, Velma.  It took an hour to feed Rex and then

in 2 hours he was ready to eat again but would go right to sleep so we worked 

to get only an ounce of milk each feeding down him.

      With Tina I tried to nurse and I had milk but I was so nervous she was

not doing well so I had to put her on a bottle.  With Perry and Rex, I just 

started them both with bottles.

      When Perry and I came home to Mom's and Dad's we put him in a bassinet

and put a hot water bottle in with him.  He had constant diarrhea and took him

to Dr. Livingston and he put on soft curd regular milk and it helped him. We

had to take him in every week to get his heel cut to get his blood test as his

blood was so low but not so low they had to change it.  Finally the first of

January it still was not increasing so Dr. told me to start feeding him every

thing soft and his blood count finally started to come up.

      On the weight charts Tina was always below average, Perry always over,

and Rex about in normal weight and height.

      Perry had his tonsils out when 6 years old and Rex had double hernia at 

10 months and I had D and C all the same year in 1965.

[Photo]

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Rachel holding Perry who is not quite 1

Tom holding Tina who is not quite 3 - 1959      

      Tina broke the little bone in her foot when in 7th grade walking in Grandma

Jackson's garden.  It was very hard for her to miss her cheerleading.

      Rex fell down the basement stairs when 6 years old and broke his right wrist.

He punctured his eye when we were remodeling our house in 1969 as he flipped some-

thing into his eye while playing outside in 1969 which made a second pupil in his 

eye. Had to stay in hospital over night. Rex also broke his left humerus and had

to wear a loose sling to hang his arm in.

                         Thomas Buxton House

      Our 6 bedroom house on 12567 Roberts Road was built in 1904 by Will Sinkey 

for $52,000.  The four upstairs bedrooms had large closets for hired hands to 

live in and keep all their belongings in.  A small room upstairs for a bath was

not completed.

      In 1969 we completely  remodeled the kitchen and installed Monsanta plastic

siding on all the outside, cemented the front porch, and added new porch railings 

and supports. We completed the upstairs bathroom that had never been finished.

The kitchen remodeling included fruitwood oak Quaker cupboards, lowered ceiling,

vinyl floor covering, and a new south window.  I wanted lot of counter

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Thomas Buxton Home on Roberts Road in 1949,

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                    <text>[page 40]

[corresponds to page 37 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Thomas Buxton's Barn in 1949

work areas as the old kitchen had none with the west wall from floor to ceiling

being cupboards leaving a square area room with 4 doors and 1 floor length window 

and open nook.  This small nook had a place for coats, boots and the entrance to the

cellar steps. The second downstairs bedroom and the closet that connected to the

west kitchen nook, we made into a utility room which included a mud room, small 

toilet room, a sewing area, ironing board area, washer and dryer area, clothes 

hamper and sink. I also wanted a big bathroom with lots of storage.  In the old 

toilet room, as I call it, off the kitchen door, and the corner hand sink. There

was a little window over the toilet and a small medicine cabinet over the sink.  

We had a new downstairs bathroom built on the south east side of the house. Later 

we had a new metal [valleys] put on our slate roof, we dry walled the ceiling in 

the dinning room, the living room and 3 of the 4 bed rooms upstairs.  All the rooms

were then painted.

     Gail Sinkey, Will's son, married my great aunt Goldie Chadwick who was my 

paternal grandmother, Grace Chadwick's sister. Gail's son William Sinkey, was born

in this house. We have a picture of Will Sinkey, his wife, 3 children, dog and 

horse standing in front of their newly built house
      
     Wayne Buxton bought the house from Jasper Thompson in 1947 with 142 acres 

for $18,000. Wayne and Lucille Buxton lived in this house from 1947 until 1965, 

when they switched houses

[Picture caption]

Sinkey School House at the corner of Tagg and Roberts Road in Croton, Ohio, - door 

is facing east

[Picture]

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First picture of house built in 1904 Mr. and Mrs. Will Sinkey and children. Dorothy,

Artie, and Gail, who married Rachel's Great aunt Goldie Chadwick

[Picture]

[Picture caption]

Thomas Buxton home in 1995

[Picture]

[Picture caption]

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                    <text>[page 41]

[corresponds to page 38 of Pages of Our Lives]

With Tom and Rachel. We still live here in 2005.

[Picture]

[Picture caption]

Aerial view of Thomas Buxton Family Farm Showing Sinkey School House in left

foreground

[Picture]

[Picture caption]

Mystery Farm No. 46

  Here is  Mystery Farm No. 46, do you know to whom it belongs or who operates it -

either being all right if they are different people.

  Why don't you join the many who farm contest. There is a $25 prize for the one

who answers the most, each week take part in this new
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                    <text>[page 42]

[corresponds to page 39 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Thomas Buxton Farm - 2005

Rex &amp; Joy Buxton's House History

1 1/2 miles west of Croton

on 13105 Clover Valley Road

Croton, Ohio 43013

      This house was where Ida and Clarence Green lived with their parents, Newell

and Rachel Green.  It was moved there around 1900 or earlier from south of the 

little Gould cemetery which is just south of Perry and Mary Buxton's house at 13031 

Clover Valley Road.  this corner was known as the Newell Green corner where 

Foundation Road From Croton runs into Clover Valley Rd. and makes a T-Shaped road. 

Many accidents on this corner have been reported by every family who have lived 

in this house.

      Ed Buxton and Ida Mae Green were married March 25, 1894 and lived here. 

They had the barn built for $1600 by Jim Conkle.  When Wayne Buxton was around

3 years, we have a picture of him with his

[Picture]

[Picture caption]

Home of Mr. and Mrs. Newell Green on Clover Valley Road, Croton, Ohio - 1899

Left to right: Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Vinoster, Mr. and Mrs. Newell Green, Ed and Ida

Buxton behind Wayne, Clarence Green, Fred and Stella Williams with son Roy, girl is

unknown
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[corresponds to page 40 of Pages of Our Lives]

family standing in front of the house with Ida's parents.

     Wayne Buxton can remember when he was around 12 years old in 1913 when he

watched his father cement the basement lantern light.

     Wayne and Lucille Buxton lived in this house when Tom Buxton was born at

home in 1930. They lived here until 1947 when moved to the Thompson Farm. The

house was the remodeled in 1949 for Tom Buxton and Barbara Callan when they were

married. They were living here when Jerry Edward Buxton was born on May 24, 1949.

After Tom was divorced in the fall of 1949, the house was rented until 1952. The

house was remodeled again for Tom Buxton and Rachel Murphy before their marriage

on March 16, 1952 and they lived there until June of 1965.

      Wayne and Lucille lived here from June 1965 until October 1974 when Lucille 

died and then Wayne lived here alone off and on until Perry Buxton and Mary Lewis 

were married in July, 1978 and moved into their new house that they had built just

south at 13031 Clover Valley Road.

      The house was completely remodeled again in summer of 1994 by Jay Zarley. 

Rex Buxton and Joy Harber Buxton moved in September 1994 and are still living

here in 2005.

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House at Newell Green corners now called 13105 clover Valley Rd., Croton, Ohio

Newell and Rachel Green lived here 1850 est

Ed and Ida Buxton 1894-1929 est

Wayne and Lucille Buxton 1829-1947

Tom and Barbara Buxton 1949-

Renters 1950-1952

Tom and Rachel Buxton 1952-1965

Wayne and Lucille Buxton 1965-1974

Wayne Buxton 1974-1978

Perry and Mary Buxton 1978-1993

Rec and Joy Buxton 1994-to present

                          Vacations

     Tom and I were very fortunate to have a Florida vacation about every year

after we were married in 1952 except the three years our children were born in

1956, 1958, and 1964 and the year Tom's legs were broken in 1984. We went for a

month after the crops were harvested in the fall or sometimes in August. The year 

we went to Florida when Tina was 3 years old and Perry stayed home with my folks,

I bought Tina a pair of shoe strings at Sarasota shoping cent during their grand

opening.  Their prize was a new comet car which I won on my one ticket.

      Tom and I drove to Florida in the spring of 1953. We stayed in Sarasota in

a kitchenette apartment. It was my first Florida trip. We had such a good time going 

to the beach in the evenings as Tom burned so easy. We liked walking along the beach

wooded areas.  We also went to Ringling Museum.

      We went to Florida since Tom's folks had a winter home in Sarasota, my sister,

Velma McCall, had a winter trailer home in Dade City, and my mother, Ethel Murphy

Anderson and Uncle Wilbur Carnes both lived full time in St. Petersburg.

      We usually flew Eastern Airlines to Tampa Florida and then took the limousine 

to my

[Photo]

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Rachel and Tina standing in front of new 1961 Comet Rachel won in Florida


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                    <text>[page 44]

[corresponds to page 41 of Pages of Our Lives]

mother' and step dad's home in St. Petersburg

     When I visited mother in St. Petersburg during the Christmas vacation, I had 

our 3 kids and usually another of my brother Lovett Murphy's kids with us. We always

had a lot of luggage with us. One time when we unloaded our bags at mothers we had 

15 bags instead of 13. The two look alike bags had to be taken back to the airport 

the next day.

     Tina always loved to fly, even the 1st time we flew when she was about 6 years

old. She sat with a little girl in the back of the plane and they got to playing 

with a pillow and it broke.  She still had feather on her when we got to mother's.  

She latter became an airline flight attendant for United Airlines in 1992.

[Photo image]

[Photo caption]

Tina White December 2, 1992 flight attendant for United Airlines

     When I look back I never realized how much work mom went to when 5-7 people

stayed for sometimes 2 weeks. She always had enough beds, pillows and covers for 

all of us. I always helped mom cook and clean up but there was a lot of extra 

work for her.

      We also visited my sister Velma &amp; Allen McCall in Dade City Fl.  Who lived

in the winter months in their park model trailer.  We always went Webster Flea 

Market near them when we were there.  We also visited my Uncle Wilbur Carnes and 

his wife Sarah who lived next door to Mother in St. Petersburg. A few times we

visited 2nd cousin Jean Somyk in Sarasota and my niece Alice and Karl Schuster

and family in St. Petersburg.

[Photo image]                                  [Photo image]

[Photo caption]                                [Photo caption]

Rachel Buxton, Ollie Durfee and Velma          Rachel, Ollie and Velma - 1982

McCall in Hawaii - 1982

      In August 1982 my sister Velma McCall and her friend, Olive Durfee and I

went on a Hawaii cruise.

      In 1985 Tom and I went with my sister, Velma McCall, on a senior citizen

trip from Zanesville, Ohio by bus to Chicago and then by plane to California and

bus trips from there to Las Vegas, Mexico, and Hoover Dam before returning home

by plane and bus.

      In 1986 Tom and I went on a tour bur trip to Louisville, Ky.

      In 1970 we bought our 1969 19-foot Terry trailer which we camped in the first

year at different near-by campgrounds so we could go home to milk. Then the next 

few years we parked it at Walter Bishops Camp near Alexandria, Ohio.

      In 1980 we bought our 25 foot 1978 Good Life mini motor home with 12,400 

miles on it.  Bill Fishers invited us to join their tri-county comping group which

included the following couples from our Condit Presbyterian Church; William Fishers,

Raymond Saunders, Wendall Days, Dudley Townleys and Wayne and Gerry Reppart. We were

in this camping club until it discontinued int he early 1990's. All six

[Photo image]

[Photo caption]

Our 1979 Good Life 24' mini motorhome
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                    <text>[page 45]

[corresponds to page 42 of Pages of Our Lives]

of us were elders in the Condit Presbyterian Church.

      In 1984 Tina, Gary, and children, Logan and Renee White went with us in 

our mini motor homes to St. Petersburg, Florida, and then flew back home to

Centerburg, Ohio.

      In 1985, my brother Lovett, Tom and I were at Mother's in Florida when

Robert and Thersa Olmsted joined us. Robert is Ray and Helen Olmsted's son.

[Photo image]                            [Photo image]

[Photo caption]                          [Photo caption]

Wilber Carnes, Lovett Murphy, Thomas     Lovett Murphy, Thomas Buxton, Robert 

Buxton and Robert Olmsted, Florida       Olmstead at Mother's in St. Petersburg,

in 1985                                  1985

      In 1990 we bought our 1988 34' Pace Arrow motor home which had 13,574 miles 

and  118.6 hr. on generator.

[Photo image]                        [Photo image]

[Photo caption]                      [Photo caption]

Camping in Rio Grande Park           Tom and Rachel's motor home in 2004

      Jan. 27, 1987, we joined membership campground system at B's R.V. Resort

near Clermont, Fl. We rotated in our motor home every two weeks between B's RV

and American Adventure RV Resort in Kissimmee, Fl. for 4 months each winter from

1988-1996. On Jan. 5, 1996 when American Adventure RV Resort discontinued their

membership Campground camping, we changed to 3 Flags RV Resort, Wildwood, Fl., 

to alternate with B's R.V. camp. Since 1996 we have stayed at Clermont and 

Wildwood R.V. camps each winter for four months in our motor home.

[Photo image]

[Photo caption]

Aerial view of B's R.V. Resort, built in 1982

      In 1988 we joined membership campground members assoc. group to help fight

fraud in membership camping.  This group started with 700 members but it is down

to around 20 couples in 1999 who just go to the rallies for a reunion of friends.

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                    <text>[page 46]

[corresponds to page 43 of Pages of Our Lives]

each year the winter rally held in January in Florida and the summer one held in

the different states where our members are from. Here are the list of rallies:

     1. Jul. 1988 -Turtle Lake R.V. (AA) Michigan

     2. Jan. 1989 -Lake Okeechobee (AA) Okeechobee, Fla.

     3. Jul. 1989 -Woods and Waters (AA) White Cloud, Mich.

     4. Jan. 1990 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

     5. July 1990 -Walley World R. V. Loudonville, OH.

     6. Jan. 1991 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

     7. July 1991 -Walley World R. V. Loudonville, OH.

     8. Jan. 1992 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

     9. Jul. 1992 -Blossom Run RV (TA) Onamia, Minn.

    10. Jan. 1993 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

    11. July 1993 -Lake Paradise RV Lone Jack, Missouri

    12. Jan. 1994 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

    13. Sept 1944 (?1994) -Farm at Gettyburg, (OW) Dover, Pa.

    14. Feb. 1995 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

    15. Sept. 1995 -Lake France (AS) New Paris, Oh.

    16. Feb. 1996 -Tropical Palms RV Kissimee, Fl.

    17. Sept. 1996 The Landings RV Canal Fulton, Oh.

    18. Jan. 1997 Citrus Tower, Clermont, Fl.

    19. Sept 1997 -Twin Lakes(TA) Wapakoneta, Oh.

    20. Jan. 1998 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

    21. Sept. 1998 -Natural High RV Lebon, Maine

    22. Jan. 1999 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

    23. Sept 1999 -Round Out Valley RV, Accord, New York

    24. Jan. 2000 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

    25. Jan. 2001 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

    26. Jan. 2002 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

    27. Jan. 2003 -Tropical Palms 

    28. Jan. 2004 -Eat out at Golden Corral

    29. Jan. 2005 -Eat out at Golden Corral

      Tom and I have gone to all the rallies since the group started in 1988.

      In 1991, ten couple of our membership campground members association

group left from American World Resort in Kissimee, Florida by bus to Port

Canaveral, Florida, where we got our Carnival Cruise boat for the Bahamas

stopping at St, Thomas and Freeport.

      In 1994 Steve and Ruth Rinke and Tom and Rachel Buxton, each driving

his own motor home, went to Niagara Falls.

      In 1997 Tom and Rachel Buxton went with the Licking County Extension

group farm bus tour to Washington, D.C. Baltimore, Md., and Gettysburg, Pa.,

stopping at a big dairy farm, White House, lima bean farm and Gettysburg.

                    Rachel's Medical History

     I broke my left arm falling on cement at school when I was in the 

second grade.

     One day when Uncle Wilbur and Aunt Mary Carnes were at our house for

supper, we were washing the dishes. I stepped down hard on the edge of a used

while running


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out to the fence to dump the dishwater.  The can had fallen on the yard side of the 

fence when it hit the clothes line and missed landing in the junk pile in the 

chicken lot where we threw all our old tin cans.  The can cut a three inch flap in 

the arch of my left foot.  It took a long time to heal but by soaking my foot in 

epson salts it healed down nice and  never bothered me.  Today I would have had 

several stitches in it but then you didn't go to a doctor for just a cut.

      On Sept. 6, 1944, at the age of 11 1/2 Years, I had my first period and

continued normal, never heavy periods until in 1982 when I had missed a few periods

and was getting hot flashes so my Doctor started me on premarin alone, Provera was

was added around 1990 which were both continued until my hysterectomy in 2000. When

only premarin was needed I had very bad cramps on the first day about every period

and many times during school had to to lay down in the sick room.  After having my

children my cramps were less painful.

      I always had to frequently go to the bathroom as I went between each period

during the day at school.  This problem had continued all my life. In about 1998, 

I started not being able to completely empty my bladder and had to sit and wait a

few minutes at least once each time to finish urinating.  I never had any trouble

with my bowels as always went regular each morning.

      I had imbedded tonsils out when 13 yrs. old and didn't talk for a week as

vocal cords were so swollen. Mom worried I wouldn't talk. I was so anemic after this

I had to take lots of iron medicine.  After we were married, I have been in the

hospital for three kids birth, D and C, toe lump removed in Delaware, 2 biopsies on

left breast, complete hysterectomy in June 200, fallen bladder surgery in July 2002,

hip replacement in July 2003.

      My uterus and bladder dropped in the fall of 1999 and surgery was needed I had

a complete hysterectomy on June 23, 2000, to remove my uterus, both ovaries and 

fallopian tubes. My bladder was tacked up and several adhesions removed. These

adhesians were from my previous surgery immediately following our son, Rex's birth

birth in 1964. when Dr. William B. Merryman cut a 3 inch vertical incision on my 

lower center stomach to remove a piece out of each fallopian tube to prevent another

pregnancy.  He also removed my appendix since he was close to it.  I was afraid of

another pregnancy as Tina's blood was alright, Perry's blood very low for 2 months 

and Rex's blood had to be changed 1 1/2 times.  A fourth child could even have had

brain damage since the blood from B (CDE) R.H. negative blood and Tom's positive 

blood would get worse with each pregnancy.

      My hysterectomy was done by Dr. Brian Becher at Riverside Hospital in 

Columbus, I stayed in the hospital for two days. I was thankful when bowels moved

on the fourth day after surgery. I really felt pretty well, only needing to take

my percoset pain medicine for 3 days.  Then I took Over-the-counter Aleve for pain.

I went back to the doctor's office 6 days later to have the 14 staples removed from

the 6-inch incision across my lower stomach.  I was not allowed to drive a car for

two weeks, no lifting over 13 lbs. for 3 weeks, no vacuuming with a sweeper for 4 

weeks and no floor exercises for 4 weeks and complete pelvis rest for 4 weeks. Tom

was really glad when my 4 weeks were up as he had never swept our house and was 

glad to give the job up.

                             My 2002 Year Surgeries

      I started having upper right leg pain around 1994 when we were looking a 

motorhomes and checking roofs on them. We were climbing up the back ladder to look 

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the top of the motor homes. all the first bottom steps were high and I thought

I had just strained my leg muscle but I continued to have some pain even when

just walking.

     My chiropractor took x-rays of both hips in 1995 and they showed that I had

some arthritis in both hop joints with the left one showing the most ligament 

damage. At this time only my right leg bothered me. Later my right leg quit hurting

and my left leg hurt. In the fall of 1999 my family doctor, Dr. Scott Merryman, 

started me on Naproxen 500 2 times a day arthritis medicine as his x-rays showed

more arthritis. I took this for only a month as I side affects of itching and dry

skin of my knees and elbows.

     I continued to have pain when walking so I went to Orthopedic surgeon, Dr. 

Schlonsky in the spring of 2001.  His examination showed I had too good a range

of motion to need surgery so he tried me on different new arthritis medicine, 

Vioxx 25 mg a day worked the best which I took for 11 months along with

Glucisamine/Chondroitin. In the spring of 2002 I was having side affects of

diarrhea and quit all medicine. This made me hurt more.

      I had more x-rays in the spring of 2002 with Dr. Schlonsky and they showed

that in 18 months my left hip ligament was gone between the joints but my right

side had stayed the same.  He advised complete hip replacement of the left hip 

but he felt I needed to have my bladder problem taken care of first as I had to 

lean forward to urinate.

      So on July 5, 2002, I had cystocele bladder repair surgery at Riverside

hospital by Dr. Becker with no incision needed. I was in hospital only 2 days.

This surgery corrected the need to bend over to urinate but did not change the

bladder not emptying completely or my rectal cystocele.  I became allergic to 

delandid pain medicine as I got instant dry mouth, got hot and got hives on my

back but continued on it with Benadryl added during my stay in the hospital.

       I gave blood July 26, 2002 and August 2, 2002 for my planned hip

replacement surgery.  Thursday August 15, 2002, we arrived at Mt. Carmel East

Hospital at 5:45 a.m. I got to surgery waiting at 6:15. I had my 1 1/2 hour left

hip replacement surgery and got back at 11:15 from the recovery room to my hospital

room.  I had foot air pumps and coumadin pills to prevent blood clots plus elastic

hose, IV in right arm, nose oxygen and a big foam wedge between legs. I ate a full

regular meal at 1:00 p.m. as I had not eaten for 13 hours and I have never thrown

up in my life except in 2nd grade when I broke my wrist. I was on and off the bedpan 

4 times before they inserted a foley catheter at 9:00 p.m. which had not been 

inserted during surgery. I had morphine 10 minute intervals push for pain which I

used 8 times. My back hurt the most as I was not gotten up out of bed all day.

On Friday the 1st day after surgery I had percoset for pain which I could have 2 

every 4 hours. I only needed 1 every 6 hours. They got me up early for bath and

therapy in A.M. and I sat in the chair for lunch staying up for 2 hours. I was

helped out of bed again to sit in the chair for supper at 6:00 and therapy to 

walk to hall and back. The 2nd day, Saturday, in the hospital I had my therapy 

and sat in the chair for meals. I still had percoset for pain but Benadryl was

added as I had a reaction to it. I was also given ancef antibiotic in my IV.

My urine catheter was removed at 10:00 a.m. so I got up and walked myself with

my walker from chair to bathroom several times during the day. My surgeon said 

my surgery went well and I had a healthy bone to work with and only osteoarthritis 

caused the problem. On Sunday the 3rd day, I was up from 6:30-12:30 with bath,

eating, therapy, and Doctor visit. I was released at 2:00 p.m. but rested in bed 

all p.m. while waiting for medibus as I was too tired from being up too long. the

medibus driver got me loaded at 8:00 p.m. sitting a wheel chair for a bumpy 45

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8:45. I was soon settled in my room with a bedside commode which worked well

as I had decided I had to get my feet out of bed by myself. I knew I'd have 

to be up at least 5 times during the night due to my bladder retention problem.

I stayed 20 days at Heartland for my 2 hour 5 day a week therapy.  I learned 

the things that we had to do to prevent my new hip from coming out of the socket

until  the tissue, bone and muscles are completely healed. This is a least 6

months and some doctors say a year. The therapy consisted of the things not to

do, how to use a walker and later a cane, balance, muscle strengthening,

dressing, getting in and out of car and caring for my feet when you aren't

allowed to reach them.

     Here is a list of all the things you have to not do for 6 months to a year:

     1. Do not cross legs or ankles past center line of body with operated hip

when standing, sitting or in bed when sleeping.

     2. Do not bend over more than a 90 degree angle (the L shape) so have to use 

picker to pick up things from the floor &amp; use sock dresser of feet

     3. Do not twist the hip, like when turning to look behind you

     4. Always extend your operated leg when rising from sitting position as you

tend to bend forward when rising and you loose the 90 degree angle

     5. Always have your hips higher than your knees when sitting or rising or

getting in and out of a car. Use extended toilet seats for year.

     6. You must sleep on your back with legs at least 10" apart. Later can 

sleep on operated side.

     The following medicine were given at Heartland during my 20 day stay

     1. Colace - 100 mg twice daily for rectal cystocile as bowel softener

     2. Topra XL - 50 mg twice daily for high blood pressure. Coumindin - 5 mg

last day and for 5 days after going home.

     4. Vicodin - 5/500 one and two every 6 hours as needed for pain

     5. Aleve - one tablet as needed for pain after off vicodin

     6. Multi vitamin

     7. Darvoset- first day at rest home made me floaty and tight chested

     8. Rocephin - one gm injection antibotic for incision redness before 28

staples removed.

                               My 2003 Surgery

     My right Leg gradually began hurting me before my left hip was healed

from my hip replacement surgery in 2002. By six months I needed to use a 

walker to help the pain in my hip and upper leg. I also had pain when laying

down and if I even moved my right foot or toe it would send pain up my leg

causing many sleepless nights. With my left hip I had pain only with walking or 

climbing steps.

    In April 2003 my x-rays at Dr. Schlosky's showed that my ligament was nearly

gone in my right hip so I planned to have surgery. I went to a new doctor for a

second opinion and liked him so well I decided to have do my surgery as all he

did was hip and knee surgery at Mt Carmel East Hospital (and was a young doctor).

July 7, 2004, I had my complete right hip replacement surgery by Dr. Joel Politi

staying in the hospital 3 days and also 20 days at Heartland Centerburg to continue

my therapy.

     On Monday morning, July 7th, we left home at &amp;:15 arriving at Mt. Carmel East

Hospital at 8:00 AM. I got into admitting room quickly where I signed my name, and

my social security card and picture ID were checked. Then I went to pre-admitting

room in a  
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Wheelchair. In a few minutes I was wheeled to the surgery waiting room and Tom

had to leave. My blood pressure and temperature were taken. My blood pressure 

was 170/99 so I was not as calm as I thought I was as I had taken my blood 

pressure medicines earlier with a sip of water. I had had nothing to eat or drink

after midnight. I next changed into a hospital gown. An IV was put in my hand and

I was given pepsin and reglan with a sip of water to clear my stomach. An antibiotic

was put in my IV. I talked to my surgeon, Dr Joel Politi, and also my anaesthetist

before my surgery. Next, support hose were put on my left leg and I was given a

a sedative in my IV. The sedative worked as I don't even remember being taken into

surgery.

     My surgery lasted 1 hour with only a 4" incision being needed with self 

dissolving stitches and a washable patch applied over it. I was in recovery room

for 2 hours where full support hose were put on both legs and foot pumps put on

both feet to make pressure up and down my feet to help prevent blood clots. I

arrived at 353, a single room in the hospital, at 1:15 PM. I still had my IV in

and foam wedge between my legs. The doctor had ordered the first three meals to

be liquid. I chewed two cups of ice and drank 3 cups of water during the day as

my surgery catheter was working well. I had a morphine pump which I could push

ever 10 minutes for pain but I only needed it about every 3 hrs. as I had little

pain.  My elastic hose &amp; foot pumps bothered me the most.  They did change my 

long hose to knee support hose which really helped. I was wide awake all Monday

P.M. with little pain. At 10 PM on percuset did help me sleep from 11:00 til 3:00

AM. After sitting on edge of bed for a little while and also getting my first stool

softener. I took my 2nd percuset at 3:00 AM and then slept from 4:00 till 6:00 AM.

My catheter was taken out at &amp;:00 AM Tuesday morning. They helped me get up and then

I got to sit in a chair for an hour while I drank my breakfast at 8:00 PM. Monday 

P.M. they got me up and I passed out for few seconds as my blood pressure dropped to

66-44 so I got put back in bed and 2 IV's were given real fast and the house doctor

called. then I was on bed pan about every 1 1/2 hrs. Finally let me up to go to the

bathroom. I  was catherized at midnight as bladder only part way emptied as usual.

     I slept good till 3:00 AM Wednesday morning. They helped me up to bathroom and

I slept from 3:30 - 5:30 AM. Up in chair for breakfast and I walked to bathroom by

myself with walker and bowels moved for 1st time. On Wednesday noon the aide left

my foot pumps off so I could get out of bed by myself and use walker to go to 

bathroom &amp; I could call the nurse to help me get back in bed as I could not lift 

my operated leg up into the bed. On Wednesday I had therapy of walking in halls 

in AM. And PM. and did my 9 exercised in bed. Wednesday night I got up to go to 

the bathroom at 10:00 PM., 12 &amp; 4:30 PM. Then nurses helped me back to bed.

      Thursday morning both doctors were in for my discharge. I did all my own bath

except my legs which the aide did. I ate an early 11:45 dinner in chair. At noon I 

was able to get back in bed for the first time by myself. The little Mt. Carmel East

Ambulance picked me up at 1:15. I layed on a soft cot with head pillow, arriving at 

Heartland of Centerburg at 2:00 PM. I got to bed at 4:15. I was tired and my right

hip and thigh were swollen quite a bit.

      The Heartland of Centerburg nurse did her tests. I ate good supper and I was

weighed in at 160 lb. Tom, Rex and Tina all were in to help me get settled in.  
  
      Since my leg was swollen, I did not start therapy until Monday when morning   

and afternoon therapy began. I could walk with walker, so I wanted more work on

lift exercises. 


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and going up and down steps as I wanted to be able to climb steps which I had not 

been able to do for nearly 2 years. I soon was going up and down their cement 

steps from the basement to 1st floor 4 times a day before going home July 20, 2003,

in our truck.

                            Tom's Medical History

      Tom had his appendix out after were were married and also his tonsils later.

He also had a stone come out of navel after using bread and milk poultices. On 

Nov. 21, 1984 Tom came in at 4:30 P.M. and went to the bathroom and went back to

unload dryer with beans into a wagon. I began cutting up turkey as I had cooked

my turkey the day before Thanksgiving.  Perry had driven paper truck all night and 

combined soy beans all day and he was leaving for home to sleep when we heard Tom

yell just as Perry opened the house door to leave for home. We ran out to the dryer

Perry got there first and said, "I think Dad's legs are broken."  he covered him

with a blanket and stayed with him while I called Croton Emergency.  Before I

could get Tina called and clothes changed the squad was here. Doris Wilson rode

with Tom in squad van and we followed them to Mt. Carmel East Hospital and got

there around 6:00.

     Since it was the night before Thanksgiving only one operating room was open.

It was in use and a small staff on emergency call. Luck would have it that Dr.

Rutherford, a bone specialist, was there on duty. The kids and I stayed with Tom

until they took him to surgery around 11:00 when I told them to go on home. I

worked folding laundry in the laundry room so I'd have something to do while 

waiting. He left leg was crushed from knee to his ankle and his right leg was 

broken from knee to ankle in over 8 places.  All the doctor could do was clean

out the wounds leaving in the biggest pieces of bone and putting gauze packing

back in around the bones. I slept on a couch in the waiting room. Tina came in

the morning and took me home showing me the easiest way to come the next day to

the hospital.

      On Friday they took Tom back to surgery and took out the gauze packing 

and put in wick packing. Then Saturday they took out wick packing in his room 

and his left leg were soft like a spoiled orange. He was cast from hip to toe on

both legs. The following Friday they did third surgery and tried to clean out

more around bones and recast him. The cast hit a pressure point on a nerve and 

piece had to be cut out of the cast around his knee. He was given a total of 7 

pints of blood. I drove the 22 miles to the hospital every day.  He was on IV's

and antibiotics for 2 weeks as Doctor said he could lose both legs. The antibiotics

worked and his temperature did come down. Then he had to learn to slide from

hospital bed to wheel chair before they let him come home after being in hospital

for a month.  He was glad to get home to his rented hospital bed with arm rails

to pull himself around and the electric air mattress that moved all the time so

he didn't get bed sores. I got 15 different pillow so block his legs at night so

he could get comfortable. He would turn on his light when he needed help to turn

of move as his leg casts were so heavy.

      He had to go in every 2 weeks for x-rays which was quite a job as it took

several men to get him and his wheel chair down porch steps and into the car to

sit sideways with casts on the set.  After 3 months in the full hip to toe straight

casts the Doctor took the casts off and put him in full casts but knees open and

had a metal rod that went to plastic strips that went around thighs so they did 

bend a little and he could learn to walk. he got to take his first shower at 6 

months when the casts taken off and full Vicrose wraps put on with steel supports

in them were used so he could walk and not put stress on his legs. He wore these

for six months. We went to Florida July 28th when my step dad had his heart attack

and
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was unconscious in the hospital and Mom needed help. We flew to Florida. Tom

was able to get around with his full braces on and to go to the church memorial

services when Val dies Aug. 12th, 1985. After a year he gradually began to wear

smaller braces until finally only a knee brace.  By this time the nerves were

healing and he had to start using his tens unit (Trascutaneous electrical nerve

stimulator) which helped control the pain in his legs and knees.

     We had to cash-rent the farm out as Tom was not able to walk and carry any

weight.

     Tom Buxton had asthma as a child. When he was 6 years old he could remember

his grandmother burning something in a pail for him to breathe. It got better as

he grew up but he would still have an attack if he shoveled snow, ran etc.

     We were married 1952 and he didn't have many attacks. I he did  Dr. Godshall

prescribed little white pill which stopped it.

     In 1989 Tom had his polyps removed from his sinus in his nose so he could

breathe through his nose.

     In 1989 Tom got a bad sinus infection and his asthma came on strong putting

him in the hospital in Florida in fall of 1989 and again in Ohio in the spring of

of 1999. He was then a on a maintenance medicine Theo Dur 300 mg @ 2 a day and then

later on 3 a day which helped prevent more attacks.

     In 1998 he started getting choked when he ate certain foods. This increased

in 1990 as he had developed a pouch in his esophagus, Here food would catch causing

him to choke and get food in his lungs. This choking increased his asthma attacks.

     On July 2, 1999, Dr. Bailey in Marion operated and removed this pouch and cut

places in sphenter muscle to help his reflux. Tom got along well with his surgery

and 4 day hospital stay. The next six months he had very little asthma even without

taking any Theo Dur as he didn't seem to need it.

     On Dec. 20, 1999 while in Florida Tom was in dust and cigarette smoke at a 

thrift shop.  The next day his sinus stared draining. He took decongestants but it 

didn't help very much. By January 1 his asthma was bad. We went to Clermont, FL. 

doctor three times for breathing treatments, antibiotics and steroids and new 

inhalers. Nothing seemed to help very much.

     On Jan. 8, 2000 he was in wood smoke at our campgrounds in Wildwood and two

puffs on ventilator-inhaler would only last two hours. By Thursday morning, Jan 13th

at 5:30 a.m. we went the to Leesburg Regional Medical Center emergency room. We

got there in 25 minutes. Tom was so low on air he had a hard time walking. He was 

given immediate treatment while I filled out papers. The Emergency Room continued 

to get busier all day. Tom did get a room by 5:00 p.m. There were still 16 emergency

rooms full, 8 beds in emergency hallway and the waiting room was full. He had 7

breathing treatments IV steroids, 4 antibiotics and breathing treatments around the

clock every four hours. He stayed in the Hospital Thursday, Friday and he came home 

Saturday at 3:00 P.M. After only three days at home Tom was worse again and had to

go back to the emergency room Tuesday night at 10:00 P.M.

     He got a room by Wednesday morning at 2:30 a.m. I had two hours sleep in the

third floor lounge as the third floor in the hospital was all men with breathing

problems so I couldn't sleep in his room. Friday afternoon after he got to breathing

better I decided I had to drive home myself instead of calling friends to get me.

I got home OK so then each day I drove in at 8:30 and left at 3:00 p.m. This time

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                    <text>[page 53]

[corresponds to page 50 of Pages of Our Lives]

Wednesday, Jan. 26, 2000, at 2:00 P. M. His catscan showed his lungs full but

xray showed no pneumonia. He was not able to cough up any phlegm until the 4th 

day after using breathing pulsator and beating on his back finally loosened it

and he was stronger. The phlegm test showed it was a streptococci bacteria

infection.

     The home health nurses came out to the motor home Jan. 27, 28, 29 and Feb 1st.

Each one helped us learn different things to help his asthma. After being very

careful to stay out of the things which trigger his asthma attacks (wood smoke,

cigar smoke, perfume, car fumes, cleaning chemicals) we arrived home safely in

Ohio March 19, 2000.

     Tom had his low functioning no stones gall bladder removed at Mt. Carmel

Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, on May 7, 2004.  the 45 minute surgery by Dr. Jason

Keith went well with only 4 small holes needed but he did stay ovenight in the

hospital.

     Also, in 2004, Tom had anesthetic for a colonoscopy and later a throat

exploration clear into his stomach.  All the tests were normal but still he has

stomach pain off and on after he eats. In 2005, he had a small bowel follow study

which was normal with no blockage.

                              Cancer in My Family

     Here is a list of those who had cancer in my father's family and their

children who also had cancer.

     My father, Arthur Murphy died of lympho sarcoma Cancer at the age of 61 years.

     His son, Lovett Murphy died of colon cancer at the age of 60.

     My father's sister, Ella Murphy Taylor died late in life of Breast Cancer.

She was 92.

     Her daughter, Grace Taylor Bell had had breast cancer.

     My father's sister, Martha Murphy McElroy died of breast cancer latter in

life. Her daughter, Rose Ella McElroy Grove has thyroid cancer. And Martha's son,

Donald McElroy also had cancer.

     My father's brother Darrel Murphy did not have cancer, but Darrel's daughter,

Mary Ellen Murphy Lynne had lung cancer.

     My Father's aunt on his Mother's side, Goldie Sinkey had breast cancer.

                           Memorable Moments in Our Family

          Tina's Graduation                      First Great Grandchildren

              [Photo]                         [Photo]                [Photo]

           [Photo caption]                 [Photo Caption]        [Photo caption]

    Attending Tina's Graduation From      Cara Maryann Taylor    Jenna Marie Cox

   Bowling Green University in 1978    11 weeks, Oct. 29, 2005  Born Sept. 24, 2005

                                                                   7 lb. 13 oz.
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                    <text>[page 54]

[corresponds to page 51 of Pages of Our Lives]

                 Other Papers of Rachel Murphy Buxton

      Program for Friendly Club of Condit Presbyterian Church

                        May 7, 1997

                  By Rachel Murphy Buxton

      There were many teachers in our family history, thus education and

teaching played an important roll in our family.

      The teachers on my mother's side

          1. My great uncle, Frank Olmstead Cox, who was a missionary in 

             Africa for many years.

          2. My second cousin, Elsie Olmsted Cox, who was director and 
      
             teacher at the Seventh Day Advent Academy in Mt. Vernon, Ohio.

      The teachers on my father's side

          1. My grandfather, Farrah Murphy, was a teacher and an educator 

             all his life.

          2. My grandmother, Grace Chadwick Murphy was a teacher at the Perfect

             School District School for 2 years before she married Grandpa.

          3.  My great aunt Goldie Chadwick Sinkey was a teacher in Youngstown,

              Ohio all her life.

          4. My aunt Ella Murphy Taylor taught all her life in Berlin High School.

          5. My second cousin, Nellie Murphy, was a teacher all her life.

          6. My great aunt, Cora Murphy, was a professor of Bible at Ohio Wesleyan

             College in Delaware, Ohio.  She went to grade school at Condit, then

             4 years Ohio Wesleyan for her BA in 1905. She had her Bachelor of 

             Divinity plus several post-graduate schools.

          7. My second cousin, Margaret Murphy Gillis, graduated from Sunbury High

             High School. Received her B. A. from Ohio Wesleyan. She also got

             degrees from University of Chicago and took courses at University of

             Florida, Ohio State University, Bowling Green University, and St.
 
             Petersburg, Fl. college. She was a teacher all her life and her last

             8 years she was principal and teacher at American Legion Hospital for

             Crippled Children.

          8. My Great Grandmother Chadwick was a school teacher.

      I'm the sixth generation to have lived on Murphy Hill Farm in the house just

west of where Marve and Pat Monroe live Murphy Road.

      My grandfather, Farrah Carl Murphy (known as F.C.) was born April 13, 1874 and

died June 26, 1966 at age 92 years.  He went to Trenton Township School his first 9

years. The 9th grade was a college preparatory grade which most schools did not 

have. Then he went to Ohio State University for a 2 yr. agricultural course. When he

went to Ohio State at this time in 1892 it was held on the edge of Columbus in an 

open field with only about 400 students.

      Then Farrah Murphy at age 23 yr. taught school for a while at the North Condit

School for $20 a month. He had a special tonic he gave his students so they wouldn't

fake an illness and miss school. It contained quinine, castor oil, drop of 

turpentine, a touch of coal

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[corresponds to page 52 of Pages of Our Lives]

tar, and capsicum which was very hot. It was a very effective cure and the kids

never faked an illness again.

      Farrah was interested in Granges. He served as head master of Condit Grange

for many years. He helped organize several other granges in the county and was

honored in 1949 for his service to the Grange.

      In 1900 Farrah married Grace Chadwick of Condit. Her father owned and

operated a tile mill in North Condit and it was widely known for its fine tile.

Grace also taught school at Perfect School District which is the red brick

building that still stands on the old 3 C Highway.

      They had four children; (1) Arthur (my father who lived in the first house

on the north side of Murphy Road just off 605 road; (2) Darrell Murphy (Known as

Pat) who lived on Beacom road just of 61 north of Sunbury, (3) Ella Murphy Taylor 

who lived near Berlin and taught school there, (4)Martha Murphy McElroy lived on

Ross road north from Murphy road.

      Farrah Murphy was always interested in education, and was an advocate for

consolidation of the county on-room schools in the Sunbury district, and it finally

was accomplished about 1920.

      In 1918 Farrah helped form and was secretary of the first cooperative elevator

in Delaware County, located at Condit. It was a tremendous undertaking and he and 

Mr. Charles Comstock spent many a sleepless night before it was accomplished.

      Farrah was a member of the County Board of Education for 14 years. It was

during this time that the Sunbury News editor, Bill Whitney, was hunting for a name

for the school district.  Mr. Whitney was talking Mr Murphy and asked him if he had

any ideas for a name. Mr. Murphy said that Big Walnut Creek runs through the 

district so why not call it Big Walnut. So that became its name.

     Besides farming, Mr Murphy and his sister, Cora Murphy, Who was a Bible 

professor at Ohio Wesleyan College in Delaware, Ohio, traveled through England,

Europe and the Holy Lands. This was the high light of his life and he enjoyed

telling of his experiences there.  Mr. Charles Green (a neighbor of Farrah) and

Goldie McQue, a friend of Cora, went with them.  Farrah gained information which

he used when he lectured at the Farmers Institute and later wrote a book.

     Farrah taught the young men's Bible Sunday School class at Condit Presbyterian

Church for over 20 years and he always enjoyed the services there.

     Although Farrah was a busy man, he was a good neighbor and a fine father.

He took time to play with his children with a  walk in the woods, a trip to the 

store, or even a skating party on the pond.  Farrah and Grace had daily devotions

in the home for the whole family.

      Farrah believed in discipline in the home one time when the kids were noisy 

in the room when Farrah and Grace were studying the Bible, Aunt Ella had to sit in

the corner and couldn't talk for an hour.  Another time, aunt Martha and her cousin,

Harold Sinkey, who came to visit each summer, transplanted corn plants in Grandpa

Murphy's garden which were about a foot high as they had seen tomatoes, cabbage,

etc. plants being transplanted.  Since they were only 4-6 yr. old, they had a very

stern lecture.

      Farrah Murphy could not have a accomplished what he did had it not the many

sacrifices of fine Christian wife, grace, as she stayed home during his tour of

Europe and

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                    <text>[page 56]

[corresponds to page 53 of Pages of Our Lives]

with the help of her two sons, did the farm work that summer.

      Grace Loren Chadwick was born in Sunbury in 1878 and her father was a 

salesman. When she was 2 years old they moved to a new house at Condit Station.   

Mr. Chadwick, along with a partner, operated a tile mill.  Grace soon had a  

baby brother named Garfield, then 7 years later a brother, Loren and after 14  

more years a sister named Goldie.  Three years later a sister, Mildred, and 

finally two years later another brother named Raymond.  This made her youngest 

brother, Raymond, 18 years younger than Grace.

      Grace Chadwick was small for her age and had long blond hair. She had to

wear glasses at the age of 11 years.  She was also the oldest granddaughter in the

family. Grace took care of her 5 brothers and sisters many times when her mother

was sick.

     Farrah Murphy had three brothers who died of flu; Glenn Murphy, 7 mos. old in

1868, Delano Abram Murphy, 22 years old in 1886 and Ernest Thornton Murphy, 22. yr.

in 1894. They had all three died before the big influenza epidemic of 1918.

     I never understood how the Murphys got the money to buy all their farm land,

as nearly all the sons were given a farm, until I studied the Murphy family tree.

Tax records show that in 1806 William, 2nd, and Benjamin paid taxes in Pleasant Twp.

Edward Murphy in Richmond Twp.

     William Murphy I and his 3 sons, William II, Benjamin and Edward came to Ohio

near Buckeye Lake. William Murphy I, the father, was 50 years old and a widower.  He

married Mary Ball who was 18 years old in 1803.  William I and Mary Ball had Bazzil 

Murphy who was Farrah Murphy's grandfather.  When Bazzil's father died his mother,

Mary Ball Murphy, brought her son, Bazzil, to Delaware, Ohio.  Bazzil Murphy 

courted and married a wealthy girl in Delaware, Ohio, named Rachel Algire. Rachel's

father, W. K. Algire bought a woolen mill enterprise in 1873 which had started in

Delaware. His stock company was worth $30,000. He built a 40 x 90 foot brick 

building and supplied with machinery for manufacturing of woolen goods in general, 

but it was not in operation as written in Delaware County History.

       In 1828 Bazzil Murphy and Rachel Algire were married and the same year bought

the Jenny Green farm which is about 1 mile south of the Condit Presbyterian Church 

on 605 highway. Bazzil also bought 100 acres at auction across Murphy Road, south 

of Marve and Pat Monroe's house for $5 an acre.

       Bazzil and Rachel's son, Charles Leif Murphy, who married Martha Adam, whose

ancestors came over on the Mayflower boat, came to Vans Valley and Murphy Hill and

bought the north side of Murphy Road known Murphy Hill Farm. Charles and Martha 

built the first brick house here in 1870 with money Charles made from wool he sold 

at $1.00 per lb. during the Civil War.  He also dug the pond with a dam on the west

side where the water was the deepest. I remember how my father kept fixing the dam 

in later years as the muskrats kept making it leak.

       The house burned when I was 4 years old in February 1939 but I still remember 

rocking on my knees in our rocking chair and watching out the glass of our east 

living door at the fire and smoke as the house smoldered in the attic where the 

fire had started. I also remember later that summer when my grandparents, Farrah

and Grace Murphy, lived in the garage while the house was being rebuilt. I remember 

how bad the catalpa worms were that summer with the worms crawling all over the 

ground under the catalpa tree just south of the garage.

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       Charles and Martha Murphy gave their nine children a chance to get a good

education and develop their inherited talents which led several of them to

distinguished careers away from the farm. l. Arthur Murphy (Farrah's Murphy's

oldest brother) graduated from law college and was a lawyer in the District 

Attorney's  office in Bowling Green, Ohio. 2. Lovett Murphy was a renowned 

traveler, photographer, journalist and publisher. He combined three newspapers

to start the paper now known as The Sunbury News. 3. Cora Murphy who graduated 

from Ohio Wesleyan College plus several other college courses, was a Bible Professor

at Ohio Wesleyan. 4. Farrah Murphy who graduated from Ohio State College was a

teacher, farmer, lecturer, and author. 5. Gertrude Murphy who helped her husband

in the publishing business with her brother, Lovett Murphy. 6. Grant Murphy

inherited 75 acres of woodland from his father, Charles and built a large 2-story

house and a big barn after clearing some of the land. On may 6, 1941 the barn

blew down during one of the worst wind and hail storms in years. Hail stones as 

large as baseballs fell followed by severe winds. My husband Thomas Edward Buxton, 

said he can remember when he was 11 yrs. old this storm. It was at graduation time 

and it knocked the north windows out of the Croton School House.  Grant Murphy's

oldest son, Mac Murphy, lived to be 104 years old and died in 2001.  He was a 

renowned submarine electrical engineer in both World War I and World War II with

many metals of honor and lived in California.  After Grant Murphy's death, his

children sold the farm in 1960.

      The other 2 brothers died young of the flu so did not get to live to their

potential.

      Charles and Martha Murphy gave the land north of Murphy Road to their son,

Farrah Murphy and daughter, Cora Murphy. The land south of the road that Charles's 

father, Bazzil Murphy, bought was given to Charles and then Charles left his part 

to sons, Lovett and Grant Murphy. Later Farrah Murphy bought his sister, Cora's 

land and his brother, Lovett's land.

      North of the road land went to Farrah's daughter, Ella Murphy Taylor and the

smaller house on the northwest went Farrah's daughter-in-law, Ethel Murphy Anderson,

as Arthur died of cancer in 1962 at 61 years of age.  The land on the south side of

the road went to Farrah's son, Arthur, then to Arthur and Ethel's son, Lovett 

Murphy, then to Lovett Murphy's son, Joe Murphy, who still owns the woods and 

farming ground.

       The north side of Ella Murphy  Taylor's hill house and west pasture was sold 

to Marvin and Pat Monroe.  The north west house Ethel Murphy Anderson sold to 

Mankins and is now owned by Tom and Nickie Horman.

       Joe Murphy is the 7th generation of Murphys and is building a new house in 

the northeast section of the woods in 2005.

                               MY GREAT UNCLE LOVETT

            Written by Rachel Murphy (Buxton) in 1948 for a school report

                      with Grandpa Murphy's help (Born 1867)

       My uncle at age 24 years started the Trentor Agitator, a newspaper that

favored prohibition in the year 1884. He printed it first in the upstairs of my

grandfather's house for several years. Then he built a building in Condit where

Bill Ford lives now, to have his newspaper office in. He was there three years.

He just got the paper going good when he bought out the Sunbury Monitor, the

Centerburg Gazette, and the Croton Independent. All three of these papers were

operated under the same management. In a year or two, he sold

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All three of these papers which later became what we now call the Sunbury News.

      After he sold these papers out, he bought another paper business in Columbus.

It was also a paper which favored prohibition. This paper business which he bought

in Columbus he moved to Cleveland. He then sold his interest out in it.

      After he sold out in Cleveland, he took up a homestead in Michigan. He stayed

here until the temperature got down to 40 degrees below zero. He couldn't stand this

temperature so he left his homestead and started for the state of Washington (on 

foot without any money at all). He got his meals by washing dishes in restaurants on

the way. He stopped at Basiman, Montana. The editor of this town's paper was sick so

Lovett stayed and ran his paper until the editor recovered. From Basiman he went to

Seattle, Washington, part on foot and part on train.

      When in Seattle he learned of Yukon gold rush.He took a boat to Alaska. 

Instead of mining gold, he and his partner (which he picked up on the way) chopped 

wood for $6 a chord.

      After spending the winter in Alaska, he came down to California and worked 

in the grape vineyards and orange groves for some time. Tiring of California he 

came back to Ohio with the same amount of money in his pocket, which was about 

$40, as he had when he left his homestead in Michigan.

      When he came back to Ohio his father had died and he inherited 40 acres 

of land which was mostly woods.

      Here in the middle of the woods he built a round house with his own hands. 

On one side was a fireplace, in the top was a skylight which was the only light 

besides the door. (You can still see in our woods where his well was.) Nearly 

all the walls were lined with books. He even had pet snakes to keep away the rats. 

He lived here and studied for about for about three years. He studied the Bible 

and religious philosophy.

      In 1904, the time of the St. Louis World's Fair, he leased land and built 

cottages about five miles out of St. Louis which he rented to the tourists who

were attending the fair. They even had a big catering place here. After the 

close of the fair, the houses at Cottage City were freighted to Sunbury and sold.

     He then took a sudden notion to go South, so he went to New Orleans. All the

money he had was $100. One morning when he went to buy his breakfast he found that 

all his money had been stolen, so he had to wash dishes for the meal. Being he had

no money, he got a job working on the railroad as a carpenter.

      In 1907 he followed the rail of Lewis and Clark and prepared a historical

lecture, which he planned to give with pictures he would take on the way.

      When he got to Seattle, Washington, he took his camera and went on north

to Alaska. In Alaska he went beyond the out most trading posts, taking pictures

and prospecting for gold. Every day he wrote his geographical descriptions of

this part of Alaska.

      When he and his partner were coming down a cold and very swift river, their

Canoe struck a log and over turned. His partner swam to shore. Lovett drowned

according to the message sent by his partner, even though he was an excellent 

swimmer, because he would not take off his boots, the current drug him under.

this event happened 150 miles from any settlement, so his body was never

recovered. His camera, journal and every thing was lost in the deep, soaring

water.

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                    <text>[page 59]

[corresponds to page 56 of Pages of Our Lives]

          LOVETT TAFT MURPHY, INFORMATION ABOUT HIS DEATH IN ALASKA

 
       Mr. Murphy left this part of the country for Seattle in January last.

In his trip west he became snowbound in the mountains. Early in the spring he

in company with several others, purchased a gasoline launch at Seattle which

they had transported to Alaska where they used it to explore many of the 

Tributaries of the Yukon. In the loss of the departed the County loses on of 

its most brilliant minds.


Letter to Miss Cora Murphy from Fred B. Borden dated 9/19/07, written on

steamship enroute to Tacoma.

 
      Regarding death of L. T. Murphy on 9/3 he and I with Indian guide had

taken our row boat up the Sushitma River and had prospected considerable finding

nothing of great value.  We ran out of provisions and he and I started down the 

river in our row boat making 70 miles the first day safely. The second morning 

after about an hour's travel with Mr. Murphy steering a cross current caught our

boat and dashed it against a large log caught on a bar.  The boat overturned and 

got away from us leaving us hanging on the snag. The current here was nearly 10 

miles an hour and the shore about 100 yards away. After observing the direction of

the current and the best manner of reaching shore we started swim. I barely made 

it and I am a good swimmer and after I reached shore I was barely able to raise up

on my elbow. I could see Mr. Murphy still some distance out gradually being taken 

down stream. He seemed to be getting weaker but was making a brave fight.  The 

current was too strong however and I finally saw him disappear beneath the water.

He was heavily encumbered with clothing including a pair of hip rubber boots which

he refused to take off against my advice.  The water is extremely cold and he may

have been taken by a cramp. As soon as I could walk I went down stream as far as 

far as possible but could find no trace of him. Luckily an Indian came up the river

the next day and I hired him to take me down to the nearest settlement about 70

miles as I had nothing to eat. I waited there 6 days until 2 other parties had come

down the river but as they found no trace I came outside.  Mr. Murphy had 

considerable funds on his person including all mine.  They were mostly certified

checks unendorsed.


Letter to Mr. F. C. Conley from Fred B. Borden dated 10/29/07,

Tacoma Washington.

      Yours of the 8 inst received by me today. I was delayed in Valdez by business 

matters and did not arrive here until yesterday. In reply to your questions I will 

try and give you what information you ask for. Maynard and Recsci left us about the 

first of Aug. as they had then had enough of Alaska. Mr. Murphy and I went up the

river alone with an Indian guide. We

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                    <text>[page 60]

[corresponds to page 57 of Pages of Our Lives]

were on our way out when our accident happened. We could have been down to

Sushitma Station in another day.  The launch we had run up the Sushitma River 

and tied it up to the shore while we proceeded up in a row boat. Unfortunately

the river raised and as the launch leaked considerable it sunk. I engaged men

at Sushitma Station to go up and raise it and bring it down the river. I have 

since heard they they were successful and that the launch is now at Knik. They

will hold the boat as security until the cost of salvaging same is paid. I have

written for the bill of same.  All of Mr. Murphy's things of any value were on

the row boat. This included all clothes, blankets, camera, books and I believe

everything. We recovered absolutely nothing although I had the Indian take me all

around that portion of the river.  The river at this point runs in so many 

different channels and is so swift and turbid that there is very little hopes of

finding either the body or anything that was in the boat. I left orders at Sushitma

Station to give a suitable reward to any Indian or other that would bring in

anything. I also took some pains to see as many of the Indians as possible and tell 

them that there would be a good reward for anything they might find.

      I spoke in particular about the suitcase that contained the journal, books, 

etc. and the camera. the journal in particular is a big loss as I know that Mr.

Murphy took great pains with it and it was complete and very interesting. As you

say it is invaluable. The bills unpaid were small in amount. I believe they were as 

follows. Due Indians for guiding us one month at $2.00 per day - $60.00. 100 gal.

gasoline purchased at Sushitma Station at $.65 - $65.00. the reason these bills were 

payable by him was that he was to  pay all expenses of the last trip if I was to go

with him when the others left. He had some money of mine on him as he acted as

the treasurer. I don't know whether this was included in the certified checks or

whether it was in cash. I do not know the amount of either. He intended to pay

these bills when he got back to the Station. We had no specimens of gold or other 

mineral with  us as we had found nothing of any value when we were forced to

come out on account of running out of provisions. He told me once about his timber

claim. It is in Clallam Co. this State and consists of 80 acres. I recently sold

a claim in that County of 120 acres for $2,500. The claim is probably worth from

$1,000 to $1,200. I cannot give you the exact figures as he had forgotten the

description of the land. I can look the matter up however and send you the 

description and cash value of same. These timber lands are sold under the U.S.

laws and can be sold at any time. No assessment work or any other work has to be

done on them and there are no taxes due until the second year after taking up. If

you would care for my advice would say that Clallam timber is good property and 

well worth hanging on to as the Milwaukee Road intends building through the Section.

If the surrounding timber is sold however it is best to sell at once as it is 

possible to "bottle up" so that no buyer will care

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                    <text>[page 61]

[corresponds to page 58 of Pages of Our Lives]

to take it.  It deserves careful attention. My attorney has informed me that the

administrator must live in the State in which the property is located. The checks

were drawn on the National Bank of Commerce, Seattle and I have the number of one of

them. They were unendorsed and can be recovered by the administrator giving a bond

to cover. There will be no trouble to get full value on these. Your uncle did not

call. -----

Comment -

      My uncle Lovett was a famous Woodsman, World Traveler, Writer, and Commercial

Photographer. this was his second Alaskan adventure. His first trip was in 1897 when 

the famous Klondike Gold Rush was the lure. I remember him quite well. He always

brought presents to my brothers and me when returning form one of his trips. Two 

I remember were a steam engine that whistled and a gun that he hand carved. I also 

remember his cabin and clearing where he lived for a couple of years after being

taken down by consumption. He grew his own vegetables, hunted for meat and doctored

himself with herb and other woods medicines of his own concoctions. He also believed

in Christian Science. After his recovery he was often called on by others who were

ailing. On this last trip west he mailed me a picture postcard from Chicago which I 

still have. Very little of his estate was recovered.  The railroad through the 

timber was not built so there was no practical way to get the timber to an eastern 

market. With no one to look out for it some of the best timber was supposed to have 

been logged off by poachers and taxes offset the remaining value.

     Note - On Present day maps the Sushitma River is spelled Susitna. It flows into

cook Inlet and has its headwaters near Mr. McKinley National Park.

                                            E. M. Murphy


This is taken from Earl Macklin Murphy's book "Murphey-Murphy"



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                    <text>[page 62]

[corresponds to page 59 of Pages of Our Lives]

WHAT MAY BE DONE TO IMPROVE THE SOCIAL, MORAL AND

INTELLECTUAL CONDITION OF THE FARM

L.T. MURPHY, AUTHOR

Published in the Sunbury, Ohio News, February 8, 1900 and

Read at a Meeting of the Farmers Institute


      I love solitude. I love a somber forest, whose dreamy shadows make me dream of

paradise. I love a lonely mountain path threading deep chasms which echo the thunder 

of foaming cataracts. I love bold mountains whose jagged peaks puncture the clouds.

I love the sea - its vain rage as it battles with the bellowing tempest; its low 

sobbings as it settles to rest after the storm, seems to mirror my mood - my own 

fruitless struggles against destiny. I love the laughter of the rollicking brooks, 

the soft music of summer winds, the glad songs of the birds. I love environs wild 

and free, unvexed by human art. And yet, a deep instinct, I shall know the need 

which calls for society and the conditions necessary to meet it.

      I perceive that my success in life depends upon the faith I have in myself.

But I perceive also that this confidence is only conceit until it is confirmed by

another. No word can stand save in the mouth of two witnesses. Not the most intoxi-

cating landscape - the richest ravishment which nature affords - can give me one 

atom of delight, until I have confided it to another, and he had approved. In vain 

royal nectar of the skies until another has sipped also and pronounced it good.

society comes to be my witness, to confirm my report, to stand sponsor for my

integrity.

      He who would fulfill this function must be a man of faith. Let no unbeliever

essay it. In spite of the contradictions of my conduct, he must hold to the belief 

of my essential holiness.  In the face of any number of failures he must still

affirm that I can succeed.

      I have a stake in all lives. the meanest man mirrors my meanness. I am 

complimented by the man who hates. I like a good healthy enemy. One man only I

can never forget. His name is Hypocrite. The me that you hate, I hate also. So

make your indictment and I will sign it.

      But I cannot live on shadow,. I want a man who can discern in my very defects

the handwriting of destiny.

      this faith cometh not through colleges or culture. He who finds must leave

the crowd and seek alone that great still Presence which bounds all being and links

all lives in the bonds of universal brotherhood. He must banish blind belief and be 

at one with that Presence.

      This At-one-moment is the supreme fact of life. It has well been called the

sun. All planets circle round it. When you date your letter A.D. 1900, you witness 

to your fiend that the old world of sense has circled 1900 times around this 

luminary.

      Galileo simply published a local.  There is no law of gravitation. 

Centripetence to this central fact is the only force that holds either molecules 

or men together. You cannot build a society out of infidels. France wrote in her 

creed: "O Reason thou art the only god." Then she wrote in the world's sky in 

letters of blood and fire.  "O God, thou art the only reason!"  You cannot contend

against the Hold Ghost. Deny it the higher planes: it will speak on the lower.

      You will not believe the "I Am." Then take the "I Was" and the "I Will Be",  

and mighty sea of sorrow that rolls between them. Your god has gone on a long 

journey. He will not be back soon; but you have invented a devil to hold the 

reins through the long

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                    <text>[page 63]

[corresponds to page 60 of Pages of Our Lives]

interregnum. You will not have prophets and seers; then put up with preachers 

and theologians. You do not believe that a man may know; then have your

professors and professional men.

      The Divinity is quite well today, thank you, but you do not believe in

a whole divinity; then have your doctors of the divinity.

       You deny the common wealth, then take private wealth.  Let blind greed

mass its millions, and hollow-eyed poverty clutch its crust.

       You deny the Souls expansion. Then you will write expansion in your

national creed. You will send out your missionaries to preach it. Englishmen will

go down into Africa and butcher a few thousand Boers. Americans will preach it in

the Philippines, to music of cannon with death - moans, and midnight murder shrieks

for a doxology. And the devil will pronounce the benediction.

      Hide your ignorance behind titles and diplomas. Hide your meanness and misery

behind big houses and luxurious surroundings. for your spiritual birthright take 

this pottage of material progress, and the colossal conceit that goes with it. You

have caught the lightning and harnessed it. Yes like Pat caught the panther.

      You have such splendid facilities for sending messages. Yes, but you haven't

any message. Cushi can outrun Ahemiaz, but the kings heart is breaking and Cushi

has no message.  

      You get your newspaper before the ink dry but the news smells musty. Conquests

in Africa, conquests in the Philippines, murders, suicides - all that was on in 

Caesar's time. What's your hurry? If you should get a new idea by any mischance,

you could send a man around the world with it on foot, and he would get back in

time to take your next.

      Your swift trains, your improved machinery; you dispatch your work with such

speed.  do you know the meaning of that principle of mechanics: "That which is 

gained in time is lost in power?"  Do you know what this craze for machinery costs

you?

      Where are your Shakespeares today? They are making mowing machines. Where are 

your Phidiases? They are making china dolls.

      Where are you Platos? Making armorplate. Where are your Dantes? They are 

writing dime novels. where are You Michael Angelos? they are making horseless

carriages. Where are your Raphaels? they are inventing rat-traps.

      Heaven gives only so much fire. You can use it to smelt pig-iron, or to

fuse facts into an immortal poem. But you cannot do both. You blot out heaven 

with the breath of your blast furnaces. You build costly churches but the pews

are empty. Your ministers have no message and the people know it. Beat your 

drums and tambourines on the street. The multitude will pause a moment; they 

want a live creed; you offer only dead dogmas, then they will go to the slums.

      Your real confessions of faith is the one you make unconsciously. You sing 

"The great physician now is near," but I notice you run your horse for the doctor 

when your sick, and then I know which physician you pin your faith to. It was a 

rich piece of irony, the fact that the Delaware fire company insured against fire. 

But I know of one better even that.  We have an old church out at Vans Valley. 

We were afraid God was getting tired of it. We were afraid he would come some night

when we were not watching and set fire to it, or hitch one of his tornados to it

and tip it over. So we engaged an insurance company to stand surety for the good 

behavior of the deity for the next 12 months. Our deity is demented, but this 

company will guard him from doing himself any damage during his mad fits.

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[corresponds to page 61 of Pages of Our Lives]

      Men are bound to believe in something but what social intellectual or moral

conditions are possible in an age whose God is insane and requires a guardian. 

Outward conditions are only beliefs materialized.  I read your creed in your 

institutions. Belief builds a city. The same belief sends the boy to the city. 

Everything in the city confirms that belief. The youth soon loses his identity 

in the crowd. Mephistopheles puzzled Faust by declaring "I am a part of a part." 

It is the very essence of diabolism, this being "a part of a part. Only that which

is whole can be wholly. The youth is no longer a unity. He is not even a fraction, 

but only a part of the nation, etc. A fraction whose denominator is multiplied 

too its numerator is lost in the abyss of earths teeming millions. He learns a 

trade. But trade too long has adopted the orthodox creed. Division of labor is a

very practical way of saying that man is depraved and unholy. He enters a 

manufacturing plant. Instantly his integrity is challenged.  Trade does not believe

in wholly me.

      He is only a fraction and he is not permitted to make anything holy. It 

is a plant where tin pails are made and he is set to operate a die or crimper. 

Or it is  a shoe plant and he out soles or uppers. He is not a man now but only 

a hand and an eye. He is not even a machine but only a part of a machine. All

his higher faculties are denied. At night he goes into a big library, and 

instantly his intelligence is challenged. The very existence of such a collection

of books is presumption of his ignorance.  He had a certain fund of knowledge

which seemed to possess a kind of organic unity and draw to it and assimilate 

new facts, as the plant or animal gathers assimilates its food. And this sense of

completeness gave him confidence and courage. But he very atmosphere of this place

avers that his faith is only conceit. The book he takes up is interesting, but he 

knows only a part of its truths. The boo is only a part of the library and the

libary is only a part of the world's literature, and all the world's literature is

only a drop of the infinite ocean of truth. the thought seems to lift a mental veil

disclosing unfathomable abysses of ignorance.  He has met Mephistopheles now on a

mental plane.  He mind is not microcosm then. It is a fraction whose denominator is 

omniscience. He reads now with a certain feverish haste. He watches the clock. 

He wears that haunted look which you see so often in the student's face. that fever 

which throbs through all the arteries of modern life in his veins.  It is Sunday 

and he attends church. the creed which built the city and called him to it is 

preached to him again. It comes to him with a new emphasis now. This is the creed:

man is unholy, depraved. vice is natural, virtue artificial. He is mortgaged to

the devil for all he is worth. His only hope a moral bankruptcy law which enables 

him to make an assignment and prevent foreclosure.

      He has met Mephistopheles now on a moral plane.  He had conceded that he was

poor, he had admitted that he was ignorant, but at least he was honest: this 

conviction had still held him to high ideals. But now his manhood is driven from 

this last last rampart. He is a criminal out on bail. He is told that his only 

hope is to fell and leave his bondsman to suffer for his crime.  When he has 

accepted this his self respect has made its last stand. He is seen lost in the

crowd.

      Society is not possible while you hold this creed.  Then write in your 

confessions of faith that every life is an "incarnation." Write that each life

is an epitome of all life. Write that the bootblack kneeling on the curbstone 

is heir to an estate wider than the farthest plant's parallax. Write it in all

your institutions.

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[corresponds to page 62 of Pages of Our Lives]

Ella Murphy's Tape

      My Friendly club June 2, 1999 program was about Ella Murphy Taylor, my father 

Arthur Murphy's sister.

      Ella was born and raised on Murphy Hill at 15545 Murphy Road where Marve and

Pat Monroe now live.

      She graduated from Sunbury High School and Ohio Wesleyan University. She

obtained a masters degree from Columbia University. She was a teacher and eventually

became principal of the Berlin township School.

      Ella made this tape for nieces and nephews when she was 77 years old. On the

tape, Ella talks about her childhood and the lives of parents Farrah and Grace 

Murphy.

      After a short illness with breast cancer in 1997, she moved in with her 

daughter Grace Bell in Sunbury till her death. She was given a 90th birthday party 

in 1996 and died a year latter on Sept 15th, 1997, at 91 years.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ella's 90th birthday

Seated: Rosalyn Taylor, Ella Taylor, Amy Bricker

Standing: John Taylor, Grace and Dennis Bell

Here is her taped message:

      Farrah C. Murphy whom may best be remembered for his having suggested the name

Big Walnut for the Sunbury School district, lived the grater part of the last 

century, 1874 to 1966. He lived in an age of change from horse and buggy days 

to automobile to supersonic space travel to the moon.

      His maternal grandparents, John Adams and Desire Cook who were two of the 

very first white children in Harlem Township lived during the greater part of 

the previous century, and also experienced tremendous changes. They came with 

their parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams, and Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Cook to Harlem

Township from Luzerne County, Pennsylvania, in 1809 and 1807. They came riding 

in a wagon pulled by oxen and they lived in an Indian cabin while their houses

of cabins were being built. This was rugged life and many changes were coming. 

They had to make their own clothing and build their own buildings, clear their

own land, and kill something for food (wild animals, usually wild turkeys). 

Their menfolk had to go as far as Chillicothe for salt and grinding of the feed

for their animals, and so the women and children had to stay at home and 

sometimes had Indian visitors.

      In 1825, F. C. Murphy's grandparents were married and built a cabin back 

of the Harlem Methodist Church, and for 150 years their descendant played as

children on the hillside behind the church. Farrah Murphy, the 7th son of Martha 

Adams-Murphy and Charles Murphy, was born and raise in a brick house atop

Murphy Hill (the highest spot in Delaware County). He and his youngest sister 

Cora, learned  much from their mother as well as from their older brothers. 

Their brothers, two of whom were publishers of the newspaper called "The Agitator" 

(that would have been Lovett and Delno) It was from this experience that Farrah

practiced writing when he was a lad of 12 and continued both reading and

and writing

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throughout his lifetime. His brothers were great readers also, as well as his mother

who had been a teacher before marriage.

     Mr. Murphy went to the Trenton Special School District in Condit, Ohio. The 

little schoolhouse still stands there besides the cemetery, and there he got a 

better education then many young people do today. He had a beloved teacher, by the

name of Russell Bennett, who taught not only the first eight grades, but also the

ninth grade and had 45 pupils. It was necessary, therefore, for some of the older 

pupils to help with the younger ones: and I'm sure that Farrah did his share of that

as well as Grace. Farrah went for one year to Ohio Wesleyan after the ninth grade

at Condit, and here he stayed with his Aunt Lynn.

     Then after more or less preparatory work, he went onto Ohio State University

Where he studied in the field of Agriculture. At that time the Ohio State University 

was in an open field at the edge of the city of Columbus and had only 400 pupils or

students. Farrah Murphy taught school for a time after he graduated from college.

He taught at the North Condit school where he received $20 a month for his services. 

He recalled a very effective tonic that he administered to his pupils when they 

faked illness, so they could skip school. He used a mixture of quinine, castor oil,

a touch of coal tar, a drop of turpentine, and some capsicum (Cring's Balm) which 

was very hot; and this remedy was very effective. They never missed a second day 

unless they were really sick.

      From young manhood, Mr. Murphy was interested in grange work and community 

affairs. He served as Master of Condit Grange for many years and helped organized

several other granges in the county. For this he was honored in 1949, much to his 

pleasure.

      In 1900 Farrah Murphy married Grace Chadwick of Condit. Her father owned and

operated a tile mill there, and was widely known throughout the countryside for his

fine tile. She also taught school at what is known the perfect district. At present

the little red brick school house still stands on the old 3 C highway, not far from

3-C Apple Orchard. This couple lived on Murphy Hill throughout their lives. They

worked hard on over 200 acres of land. They raised Jersey cattle, sheep, and hogs; 

and of course had a few horses, turkeys, and chickens. They had four living 

children; Arthur (the oldest), Darrel (sometimes called Pat, very close to Arthur),

and then after 3 1/2 years, Ella (now Mrs. David Taylor), and then 12 years later, 

Martha (Mrs. Harvey McElroy).

      Farrah Murphy was always interested and advocated consolidation of the 

county's one room schools and especially the one at Condit where he and his children

had gone to school. Finally, this consolidation was accomplished.

      In 1918, he helped form and became the secretary of the first cooperative 

Elevator in Delaware county at Condit, Ohio. This was a tremendous undertaking for 

him and for Mr. Comstock who was the president and they spent many sleepless nights

wondering whether or not this would succeed, but it did.

      F.C. as he was often called because his name was so widely misunderstood

and misspelled, was a member of the county Board of Education for 14 years and it 

was at this time that the Sunbury news editor, Mr Oatfield Whitney, was hunting 

for a name for the present school district. He asked Mr. Murphy if he had 

any ideas and Farrah replied, "Big Walnut Creek runs through the district, lets 

call it Big Walnut," and that became its name.

       Besides farming Farrah Murphy enjoyed traveling and lecturing. In 1926, 

he and his sister Cora, who was a bible professor at Ohio Wesleyan University, 

along with Charley Green, a brand new neighbor of Farrah's, and Goldie McQue, a 

good friend of Aunt Cora's, they went through Europe and onto the holy land,

and I suppose this was the highlight of

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[corresponds to page 64 of Pages of Our Lives]

Farrah's life as he never ceased, to talk about his experiences there. He

gained much information which he used in the Farmers Institute, lecturing, 

which he did for several years, also in his writing.

      He along with his wife, Grace, helped to write a full length religious 

novel after they reached the age of 70, however, this book was never published.

Farrah did the writing while Grace did a lot of the research. Mr. Murphy taught

the men's Sunday School, which is called Men's Bible class at the Condit 

Presbyterian Church for over 20 years and thoroughly enjoyed it. I found a

record not long ago of the by-laws of his class and also the names; and

practically every man in the community belonged to, there were about 50.

       Although a busy man, Farrah Murphy was a good neighbor and a fine father, 

he seemingly had time to play with his children. Whether it was a walk in the 

woods, a game of horseshoes or croquet, a trip to the Hartford fair, or a 

skating party on the pond. We had daily devotions in the home and discipline

at times. Church and school functions were never neglected. We were encouraged

to read good books and learn all that we could.

      I remember on time when Martha and Harold our cousin, who lived with us,

were about 4 and 6 years of age. They went to the garden and pulled up the corn

and transplanted it and this made Farrah quite angry. I think he did give them a 

little switching. They had seen him transplant the tomatoes and cabbage plants and 

had thought that they were helping out.

      Another time when Arthur and Darrel were coming home from school and wouldn't

carry the lunch box and thought the other ought to carry it. They finally left the

lunch box in the woods and came on home. Farrah marched them back and made them 

walk, each one holding onto the lunch box, as they came back.

      Farrah Murphy made an indelible impression on me as he was my father. I would

like to add that my father could not have accomplished what he did had it not been

for his self-sacrificing of his fine Christian wife, Grace Chadwick-Murphy.

      I will now tell you just a little bit about my mother. Grace Chadwick-Murphy

was born in Sunbury in 1878 where her father was a salesman. Then before she 2 years

of age, her father and mother, William Wellinton and Nancy Ellen Loren Chadwick 

moved into a new house at Condit Station where he, along with a partner started to 

operate a tile mill.  Grace soon had a baby bother, Garfield and then after 7 years

past, another brother, Loren. After a few years a sister, Goldie. Mildred and 

Raymond were born when Grace was 15 and 18 years of age.

      Grace was a small child for her age with long light hair piled high on her 

head. At age 10 she thought a pile of tile was a red cow, so her father said she 

should surely have a pair of glasses. Of course she had drops put in her eyes to 

dilate her pupils, as that was custom in those day. She wore small gold rim glasses 

until she was past 75 years of age and then it seemed that her eyesight returned, 

at least she could see to read without her glasses.

      Grace was the oldest granddaughter in the family and had three doting aunt's 

who spoiled her.  One was Eva Wigton, another Augustus Loren Domigan, and the third

Eva Cunningham.  These aunts bought her a doll, which she had kept through the years

and passed it on to me; and I have given it our daughter, she in turn to her 

daughter. So we still have the beautiful lighthaired china doll which was given to 

Grace Chadwick.

       Grace Chadwick had a very keen mind and she also assumed responsibility at an

early age. She worked hard, as her mother was sickly and she soon became the main 

instructor and boss of the other children. I think she was always old for her age 

and had little fun as a child. She seldom smiled, even as a grown person. But she 

assumed the responsibility of 5 younger

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children while her mother sewed and baked and kept busy. But she did have a hired

girl to do the heavy work at home. Mother was the most self-sacrificing person I 

have ever known.

     She always put others before her self, her husband, her children, her 

relatives, neighbors, and many others. For instant, her husband took a trip to 

Europe in 1926 and she stayed home and managed the farms along with the help of 

her 2 nearly grown sons. She always had meals at the convenience of her men folk,

rather than for herself. She seldom left the house except to help in the delivery

of a neighbor's child or cared for those who were sick.

     She had company without end. Her sister-in-law, and her own sister Goldie

and 2 boys, would come for the summer. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and old time friends

of the family made mother's home and table theirs. She had thrashers and silo 

fillers, foreign students, and especially her sister-in-law who counted the old 

home place hers, and so on vacations Aunt Cora always came. For Thanksgiving and 

Christmas holidays she brought not only herself but perhaps 2 or 3 of the college 

students who had no place to go, along with her.

      I also added to mother's work. I didn't realize it at the time, but I spent

my vacations at home until I was past 30 years of age and she usually did most

of the cooking for me.

      Mother never stopped learning, what a memory she had.  She loved to work

crossword puzzles and used the dictionary unceasingly. She was called upon for

birthday, wedding, and death dates, as well as relationships but I learned some

some things to remember as she had over 100 cousins and she knew most of theme.

She wrote to many of them too.

      That was one thing mother did, she did do a lot of writing. The reason she

has so many cousins is her father had 11 brothers and sisters and her mother was 

1 of 8 children with quite a few half brothers and sisters. Paul Winchel in the 

Guide Post article says of his mother "she preferred a simple life, I don't need

many things" she said.

      Her interests were outside of herself. She was enriched when she could help 

troubled friends and neighbors. She was not a taker, but a giver. Grace Chadwick-

Murphy was much like that, she received her reward in helping others. Mother like

Edith in all in the Family on T.V. series always went a trot rather than a walk. 

Her heart beat twice as fast as that of her husband and her temperature was normally

much higher than his. She lived and worked in high-gear.

      That is, until she was 50 years of age and then it came to a halt, almost a

stop. She punctured her knee with an old needle while scrubbing the dining room

room floor and within a few days developed blood poisoning. In spite of this 

seeming tragedy which almost cost her her life, really it was a blessing in disguise

because she had to slow down and she had to learn to live at a slower pace. It gave

her time for study, especially her science and health and bible which became the 

greatest forces in her life.

      She worked so faithfully at her study and she had a great influence on her

family friends. She lived a triumphant life. Of course mother had faults as we all

do, her own mother who lived with her for many years of much of the time for the

last 15 years of grandmothers life, irritated her and caused mother to be a bit

grumpy with her.

      Mother was not especially a good housekeeper and didn't really appreciate

others doing things about the house. Those were small things as she always said

that you must make the most important things come first, and that's what she 

considered the most important. Not housekeeping.

      Mother's last 7 years were quite different, quite unusual for her after

suffering a severe head injury when she fell on the lower step of the stairs in

1953. She injured her brain so the she could not remember. Yet together, with

father's help and really he had a lot to do

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[corresponds to page 66 of Pages of Our Lives]

then and we don't think much about it until we have someone to take care of

ourself. But he took care of her for the last 7 years and in 1960 her heart

gave out on April the 30th, the birthday of of her oldest daughter Ella.

      Grace Chadwick really lived her religion and will never be forgotten by

her children and friends. She went to her home above and a better life where

the lord is her Shepard. The lord is my Shepard, the 23 psalm was her favorite 

and Uncle Raymond used this very nicely when he preached her funeral sermon.

      Since there is still a little space left on this tape, I might tell you a

little about my childhood. since I am 77 years of age now I guess it is okay for

me to tell.

      When I was 10 years old I walked alone to school about one mile  across the

field (first you crossed our pasture field, then Mr. Lane's, then Mr. Comstock's 

woods) I had my book bag across my shoulder and my tin lunchbox in my hand and

went swinging along to the little red brick schoolhouse beside the road near South 

Condit near the cemetery of today. The four years before, I had had my brothers, 

Arthur and Darrel to go with me. But this year, in the fall of 1916 they both went

to Sunbury to school.  I didn't mind going alone as I enjoyed seeing the flowers

and the interesting things along the way. That 20 minute walk helped me to grow 

strong and be a happy person.

      Each morning my mother combed and brushed, and braided my long light hair (it

is almost the color of Amy's or Alice's-they have such light hair) I had never had 

my hair cut, not until I graduated from high school. So it was quite long and I 

could sit on it when I was 10. I usually had my hair parted in the middle and had 

two braids, each tied with a hair ribbon in the back, when I went to school.

      I had a man teacher, whom I liked and who played games with his 30 pupils 

from age 6 to 14 and at recess at noon time. sometimes we divided up on two side 

and played Anna over. We used a baseball and one of the old pupils would throw it

over the school house. Pupils on the other side would try to catch it and if they

did catch it, they would get to go around to the other team and select a person 

to take back with them. The team having the most members at the end of the period

won the game. We also played black base dare base, both quite active and exciting

tag games.

      My favorite game was jumping rope. When I was 6 years old I would try to jump

as fast as I could and my brother, Arthur, and Dean Lane would turn the rope as fast

as they could and in doing this I tripped once and fell, hitting my new teeth which

had just come in, on edge of the stone and broke both teeth, leaving a big gap in 

the front of my teeth. The dentist said not touch them until I was 15 and then they

still said not to touch them or the nerve would die. So I carried that until I had 

my teeth pulled when I was about 50 years of age.

     Since the Condit cemetery was next to the school yard, sometime the teacher 

would let one or two of us go over, especially if we had been good. We just looked 

looked at the flowers, and the funny gravestones, and maybe saw where our grand-

parents were buried. But it was a treat for us to do that, something different.

     In the springtime, some of the girls would play house behind the school 

building. We took just a few broken dishes to play with, nothing good or some of 

the other kids would probably come along and give it a big kick. One day, in the 

fall as we were playing on the school yard, a big boy with heavy work shoes landed

on my big toe. It became so sore that I had to have a hole cut out of my shoe and

wear that for a month or more.  As a result, I have a large big toe joint on my 

left foot and have to wear a 1/2 size larger shoe than I would

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[corresponds to page 67 of Pages of Our Lives]

otherwise have to wear.

      Another thing that happened to me when I was around 10 and playing in the

school yard, was very painful to me but laughable to the others. A ball had 

lodged in a large Maple tree and I being rather aggressive and tomboyish agreed 

to get it. The boys put a long board up against the tree. I climbed up and got the

ball and threw it down. Then I had to slide down the board to the ground. There 

were several big splinters that ran into my hips. So I had a long painful walk

home from school, and then had to have my father remove the splinters from my hips.

It was rather embarrassing and I think that was the last time I had ever slid down

a board.

     When spring came, about my birthday time, April 30th, our country school was 

over for the year and the boys could help their father's do the spring farm work.

We nearly always had a last day of school picnic. We would all take a basket of food

and spread the food on a cloth on the ground, and eat in the school yard or just 

across in the field nearby. One picnic I remember well, since our teacher had 

brought about a dozen or so of bananas, that would be a real treat for us, but 

while the girls were busy getting the food ready, one of the bigger boys, well 

he wasn't too big, about a 5th or 6th grader, was so famished for bananas that 

he grabbed the bunch and ran off into the woods with them. I'm not sure how many

he ate or whether he got the stomach ache or not. But we never forgave him for

taking our picnic treat. I know he would be rather embarrassed about this now.

He became a fine business man and rather sedate.

     I will tell you a little about our school house. It had a vestibule, a small

wooden entrance where a heavy rope hung from the belfry. The teacher would pull

this rope to ring the big bell which brought us in from recess or at noon. A few 

times, the rope got pulled so hard that the bell turned upside down and then a boy

had to climb up into the belfry and turn it over.  That was exciting too, for us.

Another time a large owl got inside the place where the bell hung, and I must say 

it was scary and a bit different for the teacher. Once on Halloween, some of the 

boys brought a burrow (a small donkey) into the entrance way and left it over 

night. You can imagine what that place was like on Monday morning.

      Inside the school room were desks on each side with a big pot belly stove in

the middle. At the front was the teacher's larger desk with the black boards behind

it.  At the back of the room were shelves for our lunch boxes on the left side and

hooks on the wall for coats on the other side. There was also a table with a water

bucket on it where we would go to exercises and by the time I was 12 the older girl

who had played for 2 years was gone and I got to play the old pump organ. I learned

much from this experience. I could play all of the songs in our song book, of a 101

famous songs by the time I had completed the 8th grade. I really practiced though on

these at home.

     When 4 o'clock came, we got our lunch boxes, coats and overshoes and marched

out the door to our homes. There were no school buses in the country at the time.

We had to go 6 or 8 miles even to high school and furnish our own way. My brothers 

drove a horse to Sunbury for their 1st two years in high school. Then my father got

a Ford touring car which they drove. I also drove the Model T Ford when I went to

Sunbury high school.

     I forgot to say that when you needed to go to the toilet at the little brick

house you simply went to the outhouse or privy behind the building. There were 2 

of these, one for the boys and one for the girls. These rural school houses are 

all gone now, or practically gone, but all learned a lot and in many ways they are

or were as good for the children as some of our larger schools are today.

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[corresponds to page 68 of Pages of Our Lives]

      We had some very good teachers too.  My 1st and 8th grade teachers were women

but the rest were men. My 8th grade was poor because we had so little school that

year, in 1918. It was dismissed because of Spanish Influenza that year. For many in

our community died. Nearly every family had the flu. I didn't get it, but my mother

and Arthur were very sick. Martha was a baby then and had to be weaned. I never 

missed a day of school during my 1st eight grades. So you see, I had been strong 

and healthy. Of course, I had a cold now and then, and the chicken pox before I 

started school. But the mumps didn't make me sick and they never knew whether I

had measles and whooping cough or not. At least, it was a very light case if I had

them.

     We used a slate to work our problems and our spelling. I'll mention just a 

little bit about my clothing. I wore button shoes until I was 13. so every morn-

ing when I dresses I had to get the button hook and get each button in the right

button hole. Nothing was much more provoking than having a button or two come

off your shoes when you were getting ready to go someplace. You had to get a big

needle, thread, and work difficultly, to get these fastened on.  If you were lucky,

you got a pair of shoes with buttons patented on, that is they were fastened with 

metal. Sometimes kids would lose their shoe buttons and have a white or a yellow

one on a brown or black and those looked quite silly. Some kids didn't care.

But my mother was rather particular about us keeping our shoes looking decent even

though I had only one pair at a time and I didn't get more than 3 pairs a year,

depending on how fast my feet grew.  When I wore the leather soles out or a hole 

came in it, my father would repair the shoe with a resole. He had a cobbler's 

tool which had 3 sizes of metal laths, one for the man's shoe, one for a women's

shoe, and one for a child's shoe. These irons as I had mentioned were called laths

and were used in the shoe, so when the nails were pounded through they would 

clinch the nail and keep it from running in your stocking or foot. I remember a 

few times when I could feel the nails. For 5 sets of feet to keep in shoes my

father never ran out of a job with his iron laths and shoe nails. When I was 13, 

my folks took me to Centerburg to get a new pair of shoes, and much to my delight

I got my first pair of laced shoes. I wanted them so much that I said they fit

fine when I really knew that they were too tight to start.  Of course my feet 

were growing then and I didn't get to wear them long, even though they were

very beautiful. I remember another pair of lace shoes, when I was in high school,

it was the style to wear very high shoes, lady shoes. I did get a pair of these

and I was so proud of those.

     In the spring and summer, I along with my brothers and most of my friends 

went barefoot until school started again in the fall.  It was painful to have to

put shoes on for Sunday school and church, but we did. The thing I really hated 

about going barefoot was having to wash my feet every night. It wouldn't have 

been so bad if we had had nice warm water as we do today but since we had to 

light the stove to heat some water in the tea kettle, we usually just used a 

bucket full of cold water, sat on the back porch and washed our feet. Another

thing I hated about going bare foot was the sore toes, which we usually got 

during summer and sometimes I would step on a honey bee. That of course was not

very pleasant either. I remember going along in the mud and letting the mud come 

up between my bare toes. I can still feel the ooze of that. Also when we would

walk through the dust which was an inch or tow thick, I can remember walking in

the dusty roads.

     When fall came, and it was tie to start to school we usually had a new pair

of shoes. Of course our folks got them big enough that our feet had a chance to 

grow before they got too tight. We also got a new supply of black ribbed stocking.

Never more that 3 pair at a

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time. These were quite heavy except for the feet which was thinner and they came

up above the knees. There were two ways to keep them up. Either you wore a panty

waist with long garters fastened by safety pins which came down to the knee and

fastened to the stockings in two places or you wore round rubber or wide elastic

garters, which fit tight enough above the knee to hold your stocking up. This 

created a problem as they often became too tight for comfort or the elastic would 

become too loose and they would slip down below you knee. Of course, our dresses 

were longer then so our stockings didn't show as much as they would have. I believe

I started wearing thinner stockings, and they may have been tan rather than black,

when I was a freshman in high school. My first silk stockings were given to me

when I graduated from high school in 1923. I received a pair of white ones and a

pair of black ones. So I felt quite dressed up in them. The panty waist which I

mentioned that held our long garters was without sleeves and had 5 or 6 buttons at

the bottom. On these buttons our panties were fastened as they had button holes on

the side, both front and back and when we needed to go to the toilet, we had to

unbutton the two in the back so that the flap would come down.

     First bloomers I had, came as a gift when I was in the 8th grade and then when

I was a sophomore I had some bloomer type panties which were long enough to come

down below the knees and had two rows of elastic. They were known as petty bockers 

and mine were green satin and I thought they were very fancy. My grandma had a pair

of gray silk ones and she wore those for years.

     Our dresses came fairly close to our ankles that year that I was mentioning,

first year in high school, they were mainly pleated skirts and middy blouses,

since it was about the time of the war and everybody was dressed more or less in a

sailor type style. I wore a large apron often times over my dress to keep it clean

and of course I removed it when I went to school. We didn't have any different 

dresses like people do today and most often they were dark material. In the winter 

time they were usually wool. In the summer time they were cotton with long sleeves 

and a high neck to help keep us from being tanned.

     The women often times, and girls, wore sun bonnets to keep the sun from their

faces because it certainly was not the style to be tanned in those days. As I was a

bit of a tomboy, I didn't always wear my bonnet like my cousin Dorothy did. She had

a beautiful white complexion. Dorothy was 5 days younger than I was so we did play

together a lot. She was my closest neighbor and lived - a mile east of us. Her 

sister Margaret was 2 years older, so the 3 of us were company for one another. 

They went to a different school house, however, one south and east of them known 

as the Sinkey School District while I went to the Condit Trenton Special District.

     My Aunt Cora Murphy was a teacher at Wesleyan, I believed I mentioned that, and

when she came to visit us she often times would bring us a small gift, especially 

for birthdays. Once she brought Dorothy and me each pretty sun bonnets. We had our

pictures taken in those. Another time she brought material for dresses, a beautiful

dress, pink for Dorothy and blue for me, and how I envied Dorothy with that pink 

dress. I wanted the pink so much, but Aunt Cora decided that with Dorothy's light

skin and dark hair she would look much better in the pink, and the light-haired, 

tan girl would look better in the blue. I remember my blue dress very well, as my

grandmother Chadwick, who is a very fine seamstress made it beautifully for me. 

She also made me a lovely pink sateen dress for my junior/senior banquet, I never

will forget that beautiful dress, and I wore it both my junior and senior years 

to high school.

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      My mother made most of my school clothes, often from an old dress of an

Aunt's, and I never had a store bought dress until I was 13. I remember it well.

It was a navy blue sailor style dress with red braid on a large sailor collar, a

middy type. I soon grew out of it though, so I didn't get to wear it long. Mother

had a great Aunt come to our home during the summer before I started high school.

She came mainly to make me new dresses, and she made them very long. She informed

me that now I would be a young lady, and I must wear my dresses longer. I wasn't 

too happy about that, and soon out grow those dresses too. You may think it's 

strange that I didn't go to the store and buy dresses like you do today, but there

just weren't many stores around where they sold ready made dresses. Most people had

them made by dressmakers, if they could not sew themselves.

     Then we seldom got to Delaware, as it was a 3 hour drive by horse to get there,

a distance of 18 miles miles from our house. My grandparents went by train to 

Columbus, but I had never been there to shop until I was a senior in high school. I

well remember the day I went to buy my commencement dress. Well I bought 2 dresses

that day, one white for commencement day and cocoa brown dress for baccalaureate 

sermon. I wore that brown dress nearly all of my first year in college. It was a

crepe material, which could stand washing and if we'd stretch it, it would become 

long enough for me to wear. another dress which I loved and wore for 2 years, was 

the crepe sateen dress, which I have already mentioned.

     We always wore long-legged underwear when I was a child, high neck and long

sleeved. It was common for many people from 1900 on to wear wool, as our houses

were cold, of course they wore that before then too; but a lot of us  had to 

walk a mile or so to school or walk outdoors, and so did need heavy clothing.

My brothers and I wore underwear that was fleece lined. It always created a 

problem with the stockings, as you could get some mighty lumpy or bumpy legs if 

you were not careful to lap the underwear over before you put the heavy black 

stockings on your legs.  We usually changed this underwear once a week, on 

Saturday nights when we took our weekly baths.

      This was an ordeal which we did not like too much, when the weather was

cold; but it was necessary, so we did it. We used a galvanized tin tub in the

kitchen, near the old cook stove.  We filled it, well about 1/2 full, and then

scrubbed with soap and water.  You can not stretch out in a round tub, and so

we had to sit with our knees up.  I remember when I was fairly small; we 

children were bathed in front of the fireplace. We the steamed on one side and

froze on the other. We didn't tarry very long in the tub, but soon got a towel

around us and in our underclothes as soon as possible. In the summer time,

bathing was more fun, as we had our tub with warm water in what we called our 

washroom, a place just back of the kitchen where we had a cement floor and did

our weekly washing.

      Monday was wash day, and a very busy day it was.  All the water had to be 

heated on the cook stove.  Sometimes mother had me fill the copper boiler, which

was placed over about 1/2  of the top of the stove, and then when it got boiling

hot we would usually put the white clothing, especially the table clothes in to 

boil for awhile. If there was a berry stain on the tablecloth, we poured boiling

water through it to get the stain out. The tub was put on a stool and the washboard

was put in the tub, mother and I then began the rubbing of the clothes on this 

corrugated board, soaking dirt spots freely with laundry soap; this was quite 

strong and hard on the hands. We first washed the finer white clothes and then 

the colored. Then finally, usually afternoon, we were still scrubbing on the 

men's dirty overalls. There was a second tub also on the stool, which was filled 

with cooler water, and after the items were as clean as we could get them, they 

were put in this rinse water. The wringing was somewhat of a problem

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too, especially a bedspread. I've known my mother and I to each take a hod of an

end and wring form there, it was something else to wring a bedspread; these 

bedspreads we used everyday, these white bedspreads on all the beds.

       Tuesday was almost as tiring a day, because we spent most of it ironing,

not with an electric iron, but with heavy irons heated on the kitchen stove, and

they didn't stay hot very long, or if we got them extremely hot we burned, we 

scorched. so there was constant changing of the irons, every 5 minutes. We did

not iron sheets and many pieces, as my grandmother did at least she had the girl

to iron.

      A funny thing happened on summer, when I was 9 or 10 years of age, we kept

our clothes pins from the line, they simply disappeared, and we couldn't find 

them. Months later, when my older brother climbed up a ladder to clean the eave 

spout of leaves; he found dozens of clothes pins in the spout, as well as several 

other small objects. Darrel's pet crow had simple pulled them for the line, and 

carried them up to the roof of the house and hid them. The last days of Mr. Crow

came when he played with the baby chicks. He would pick one up, and then after 

he would fly a little while, he would let loose and let the little chick flutter 

to the ground; and then he would pick another one and watch it flutter.  When 

my father saw this then he said, "that crow must go," and despite Darrel's protest,

the crow was soon put to rest. I believe Darrel had a funeral for his black pet;

he seemed to love that one so much.

      Speaking of little chickens, we nearly always raised a lot, usually hatched

them in an incubator where had a 100 eggs and kept them rolled each day and kept the 

temperature just right, and after 21 days they would hatch. Fluffy little chicks 

were then usually put in a brooder for several weeks until they could go it on 

there own. Of course, we fed them fine chick feed and kept them well watered. We 

also boiled eggs, and when they were first hatched we would give them boiled 

eggs and sometimes cottage cheese.  Sometimes an old hen would steal her next 

and hatch her own chicks, and often times this made it real handy because that

way we had a few more chickens for fried chicken, and we nearly always did have

fried chicken on Sunday and Monday, practically always we'd have drum sticks 

in our lunch box.

      My pet when I was young was a little kitten, which I loved. I also had a

puppy dog which I carried from my music teacher's when it just about 4 weeks old, 

we called him Shep. We counted him our pet, and he was well trained, very friendly, 

and he didn't bark much. So Shep was quite an attachment around our house. Darrel,

I believe especially loved Shep, and when died Darrel had his hide tanned and a 

pair of gloves made from the skin.

     Another pet, which we all loved, was our pony. He was given to Arthur and 

Darrel, he was a very young pony, he was given to them on Christmas day and so 

he really was their pet, but when they were 13 1/2 and 15 they felt to old to 

care for a middle sized pony, as he was a Shetland pony, and never grew very 

large; so he became my love. I used to curry comb him in the spring, which shed

his long hair, and he was a very rich medium brown in color with a black mane, 

and he was always nice and plump. Danny was a smart pony and seems to do what

we wanted him to do or what I wanted him to do; and since we had to go a half a

mile for our mail, I often times rode him bareback to get the mail. One time I

went to my cousin's on Danny, and I guess Margaret was, well I'm not sure what

happened, but anyways she threw her hat at us and it frightened Danny, and away 

he went galloping off across the field with me on his back. I wasn't use to a 

gallop so I soon fell. It made me just a bit sore

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[corresponds to page 72 of Pages of Our Lives]

and quite provoked at Margaret. Danny know how to throw anyone from his back

that he didn't want there.

     We had some city cousins who came once, thinking they could ride anything,

and they hadn't much more then got started down the hill, until they just went a 

flying off of his back. I could usually catch him easily, with a lump of sugar 

or an apple, put the halter around his neck; but others difficulty. He would 

grab the apple or lump of sugar or piece of corn, whirl around and make them 

think he as going to kick them.

     We all used the pony when we needed to go to the store; or my mother and

I when we went to my grandmother's, we usually did go once a week. I drove him

also for children's day practice and to Sunday school and various things. We

usually kept horseshoes on him, on his feet, as the roads had rough stone on 

them. Sometimes he would lose a shoe, so my parents let me go occasionally to 

Mr. Condo's to get him shod. This was quite an experience. Mr. Condo's blacksmith

shop was not far from the corner of the grocery store, so I knew the way well;

and first he would trim the hoof and then after shaping and fitting the shoe, he

would drive the nails at a slant, then bend them back so they would stay. His

hoofs were like our finger and toenails, and it didn't hurt to cut them.

     By the time I was 12, I could harness and hitch the pony to the buggy alone.

Of course, when you came home you also had to unhitch and put the harness and

the pony away. Danny had his own stall in the barn; there were 4 other horses at 

that time on the hill; 2 heavy work horses named Ruth and Betsy, and 2 other 

driving horses, Fanny who was plump and pretty, and Nelly who was thin and homely.

     There was also an old pony of Aunt Cora's, named Gay; and she called her a

pony, but she was almost as tall as a full grown horse. She lived to be 30 years

of age, quite old for a horse. Aunt Cora loved her and so she remained out in the

pasture field until she died.

     The doting aunts that gave my grandmother Grace Chadwick Murphy a china doll

were:

     1.  Eva Chadwick Wigton who was Grace's father, William Wellington Chadwick's
         
         sister

     2.  Eva Loren Cunningham was Grace's mother's sister

     3. Agustus Loren Domigan who was Grace's mother's sister

                 Copy of letter from Abram &amp; Mary Ann Adams to

                  Miss Linnie B. Murphy (Melinda Ball Murphy)

                  Envelope postmarked Summit, Cal. Dec. 13,1864,

                  Addressed to Vans Valley, Delaware Co., Ohio.

                                                                   Dec. 9, 1864

Dear Sister

    I have seated myself this evening to drop you a few lines though I hardly

know how to interest you after informing you that we are enjoying good health.

At present mates health is fine and she is geting fat. I have escaped the 

Rheumatism until I have not fear of it this winter. We received your letter

date Oct 23rd a few days ago and were glad to learn from it that our loved

ones at home are all well. Linnie you will discover before you are through

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                    <text>[page 76]

[corresponds to page 73 of Pages of Our Lives]

reading this letter that I am the poorest letter writer in the world but I suppose

I had better tell you a little about the weather you can tell how it corresponds 

with the weather in Ohio. About 28th of last month it commenced raining and after

raining about two days it turned to snow. Was about two feet deep and now the 

ground is bare again and the weather fine and clear. Mate has just come upstairs 

and as we are both one, she of course had to know what I had written and she thinks

that what I have written about her getting fat needs some explanation.  I suppose

of course it is the high living as we have a fine fat rabbit or rather have every

few days and they are none of your little rabbits, I can tell you, but as large

as two or three of them and as white as snow. A few days ago while the snow was on,

there came a drove of antelope about 15 in number, past just above the house and

we of course gave chase, and chasing them up the hill and down again about the

fourth or fifth time, we finally killed a fine large one and it was very fat, so

you see, we have plenty of venison or antelope meat. Now is not enough to fatten 

anyone. I think so. I must close as Mate wants to write some. Give my love to all, 

Father Mother, Charlie, Matt and all our friends, reserving for yourself a liberal

share.

     I remain your loving brother  Abe Abrams

                           Letter to Melinda Ball Murphy

Dear Sister -

     How I wish I could have been home when our Cousins were there, not only to 

have helped with the work but I should have enjoyed visiting with them so much.

Aint cousin Seppri a sweet girl. I took a good laugh over Jonnies ideas of so

much gold in California. I have never seen but two pieces just as they was taken

from the earth and they are some of Calls good luck while mining. He says he 

expected to get pins put to them for cuff pins for Mat. They would be so nice. I 

am so hard run to find work to keep me busy. You know I never Could sit and hold 

my hands. I knit a pair of socks for AD out of that blue yarn &amp; made a nice rug

to lay before my bed out of old cloth. I have braided me such a nice foot stool.

We have got a Johns built (toilet) at last. I have wanting one ever since I came.

I turned sheets, made me a nice pair of pillows for my bed and five Pairs of

pillow cases, then I made another pair of pillows of wool so we have in all three

pairs of feather and one of wool pillows.  Call had a few sheep but the wolves 

were so hard on them we sheared and killed them before we came so have wool 

enough to make a cushion for our lounge &amp; one chair &amp; a pair of pillows. Vic 

says she is going down in the Valley next spring to camp with the boys wile they

shoot wild geese enough to pick to make her a feather bed. I dont know what she

will do with her young ones. Alma walks all over. I should think she would be

so glad as it would be so for one to have tow that could not walk. I do wish I 

had some of your yarn as I am footing socks with white and it looks so shofery

but I comfort myself by thinking white is warmest. I have crocheted and and 

embroidered some for Vick. I turned my calico dress upside down which I brought 

from home. I guess it will last all winter. I have worn it week about with my 

spotted delane ever since I came. My hoop skirt is almost as good as when I left

home so you can see I am as easy as ever on my clothes. AD and I want to be as

saving as we can so when we come back we can buy us a nice home. We took a horseback 

ride the other day, went up on the mountains and looked over into a valley called

Last Chance. We have one of the easiest riding ponies I ever saw. He is not as 

large as your pony &amp; rides a great deal easier. I do not ride as much as I use to 

at home. I have no place to go &amp; if I had I would be afraid to ride alone &amp; AD is

always busy so you see I have to stay at home. He

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[corresponds to page 74 of Pages of Our Lives]

often tells me to take a ride but I am too much afraid of my neck.

      Lin, didient I leave the pieces like my silk dress at home; If not they are 

lost. I did not miss them until the other day. I was going to make me a needle book

&amp; went to look for them &amp; could not find them. If they are there send me a piece

large enough for one pocket. It is one finger length deep &amp; one &amp; a half wide &amp; if

have any other pretty piece send it as I want the pockets all to silk. The back 

oilcloth lined with red ribbon, it is going to be fancy. Save the pieces like my 

dress as I will want them when I come home &amp; I am bound to come with three years. 

It has been almost half a year since I left. The time has been both long and short.

I do want to  see you all so much. They tell me I will soon neglect to write and 

next will forget all about home but I know I never will. I have to many dear friends 

there. However, I will wait until we can get ready to come with patience for I 

have a good home here &amp; am happy. I feel very thankful my lot is cast in such a 

pleasant place. The longer I stay here the better I like. It is so healthy and 

I feel so well I dont believe I ever  enjoyed such good health. If I keep on 

gaining as I have some time past I would like to send you my picture. I have 

never felt so well as now. I never have the least bit of pain. Our picture came

all right. Abes is such a good one but mine looks so old and hard. I will send

you a better looking one the first chance I have to have it taken. I have been

dreaming about Nerve for two nights past so I am looking for a letter from her 

quite strong. Cant Mat get some time to write me a scratch or two or does her 

family duties press as hard as ever. I expect she would like to me sew a while

for her. I wish I could come and sew a week. I would do it gladly. There is a 

young man by the name of if Jo White Head working here for his board. He is so

lively always cuting up. He has put some chickens to fat that froze their feet,

says we are going to have a roast on Christmas &amp; some oysters. We bought two 

turkeys the other day, gave five dollars a piece. I became acquainted 

with an old lady here by the name of Marshall who has a brother in Columbus &amp; one in 

Winchester by the name of Bartlet. She is quite an intelligent lady, is such good 

company, is a widow. The men of Cal are mostly bachs &amp; so many of them drink and 

gambol. I like Ben Boboa and his brother &amp; a few other that I have met but as a

general thing they are hard cases. There is Preaching at the Summit tomorrow &amp; we

expect to go if doesnt storm. Do you have hard work to read my scribbling. If you

do I will try to do better. Write often. Love to all. From your affectionate sister

Mate.

      James Adams has not been here but twice since I came. He gets my letters and

sends them to me as our mail carrier got in debt &amp; run away.


Footnotes to accompany the letter written Melinda Ball Murphy during the Civil War

1) Turning the sheets was the term used when older, thin sheets were cut down the

center and the sides were sewn together. The seam was then in the center of the

bed and you could get more wear out of the sheet.

2) turning the skirts meant that you removed the skirt from the waist band and

sewed the hem of the skirt to the waist band so newer fabric was over the stomach

where there is more wear.

3) This letter was written during the Civil War when traveling east might have

been dangerous.

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            ABRAM AND MARY ANN (MURPHEY) ADAMS (Epilogue)

     Mary Ann Murphy was my paternal great grandfather Charles Leif Murphy's sister.

The preceding letter gives us a deep insight into the character of this pioneer girl

who journeyed to California with her husband Abram in the wake of the California 

gold rush. Here they established their home in the Sierra Valley (now located in 

Sierra County) and near the town of Summit in what is now Plumas County. Her 

prediction that she would return to Ohio within three years came true but it was 

not the happy homecoming she anticipated. Abe died a little less than a year after 

she wrote this letter when in his 40th year. A diary written by Mary Ann and 

found many years later details the sadness of of her life after Abe's death.

     She brought him by ship around South America to the Atlantic Coast and the

across country to Ohio so she could lay him to rest with his family in the Harlem

Cemetery. It was a long and tedious journey.  After the funeral we find this entry

in her diary - "I weep in vain. The eye is shut. the fountain sealed and there the

one we loved so much is but the dust of hopes that were. The eye is closed. The 

ear is dull.  Alas, alas, so beautiful the stars above his grave will keep their

vigils. Sadly we return to life, many a tear and one tie left to bind us here." She

went to live with her father and mother on the Murphy Hill Farm and later with 

'her sister Linn in Delaware. Here she worked as a seamstress and according to

the William Street Methodist Church she was very active in the church until the

time of her death in 1876 when only 39 years old.

      In her letter Mary Ann mentions a few nuggets of gold that Cal had found.

(This was Abe's brother Calvin). Later they may have found more and they had it 

made into jewelry some of which was sent to their families in Ohio. Linn Murphy 

received a watch and chain. My grandmother Martha received a pin. Mary Ann herself 

had a pin and Abe a belt buckle. After Linn's death the watch and chain were found 

in her possessions. Nellie Murphy Willis requested and was given the chain. After 

her death it was given to her maid and through the efforts of Cora and Ella Murphy 

eventually returned to the Murphy family. I now have a piece of it about three 

inches long and Ella the rest. Ella also has Mary Ann's pin. Velma Murphy McCall 

has the pin that belonged to her great grandmother Martha. The watch was given to 

Lola Sinkey Van Fossen, a granddaughter of Minerva Lin Murphey Sinkey. Lola died 

in October 1903 when approximately 83 years old. She taught school at Appleton Ohio

until she was 80 years old; a remarkable woman. She left the watch to her grand-

daughter Fern Sinkey and I have been told that she sold it. James Adams, another of

brothers, brought from California a locket for his sister Loretta made from a gold

nugget. It is now in possession of Loretta's granddaughter Lois Adams Byers. this 

nugget has the mark of many little teeth, where babies cut their teeth on it.

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[corresponds to page 76 of Pages of Our Lives]

                             
                     MEMORIAL SERVICE

                MRS.GRACE CHADWICK MURPHEY

                        1878-1960

              (Died April 30, 1960 82 yrs.)

                     Conducted by

Dr. J. Raymond Chadwick (her brother) (Born 1896 - Died Nov.8, 1961 65 yrs.)

         Her son (Arthur - Died Oct. 1, 1962 61 yrs.)

       Her husband (Farrah - Died June 26, 1966 92 yrs.)

        
                  Slack Funeral Home

                    Sunbury, Ohio

                May 4, 1960 - 1 P.M.


                  ORDER OF SERVICE

ORGAN MUSIC                    Mrs. Slack

     "Faith of Our Fathers"

     "Love Divine All Loves Exceling"

     "Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go"

     "What a Friend We Have in Jesus"

OPENING SENTENCES

     "The Eternal God is our refuge,

      And underneath are the everlasting arms,

      Our help is in the name of the Lord,

      Who made Heaven and earth.


      The Lord of Hosts is with us;

      The God of Jacob is our refuge.

      Be still and know that I am God."

INVOCATION

     Oh thou God of infinite love,

     Who art the same yesterday, today and forever,

     We turn to thee this hour,

     Earnestly beseeching Thee that the sunshine of Thy love

     May shine through the shadows around bout us.


     Comfort our hearts which are heavy with sorrow

     And have compassion upon our weakness

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         Give to us a vision of eternal of eternal realities

         And solace us with with the hope of a larger more glorious life

         Made possible through they infinite love and eternal goodness

         Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

     SCRIPTURE READINGS

         Selections from Psalm 91

         Selections form Psalm 27

         II Corinthians 1:3-4

         Romans 8:34-34. 37-39

         Selections from John 14

     ORGAN MUSIC - "Abide With Me"

     REMARKS

     The one thing which we desire more than anything else at such an hour as this

is the certainty that our good Heavenly Father is right by our side. Therefore, we

say in the words associated with the familiar strains of music to which we have

just listened:

       "Abide with me fast falls the eventide  

       The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide

       When other helpers fail, and comforts flee

       Help of the helpness, oh abide with me.

     The Psalmist of old knew that the Great God of Love would fulfill such an earnest

prayer, in fact he knew from his own personal experience that his prayer had been

fulfilled, for said he in those words, which are probably more familiar than any other

passage of scripture:

      The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want,

      He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

      He leadeth me beside the still waters.

      He restoreth my soul:

      He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

      Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

      I will fear no evil; for thou art with me;

      Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me,

      Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;

      Thou anointest my head with oil;

      My cup runneth over,

      Surely goodness and mercy shall pursue me all the days of my life;

      And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

These enduring words not only soothe our spirits through the beauty of their 

phraseology, they also exalt our hearts and minds in the assurance that the greatest

blessing in life is the guiding hand of the good shepherd.


He it is who leads us beside the still waters. He it is who restores our spiritual 

energies when

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[corresponds to page 78 of Pages of Our Lives]

Our reserves have not run low. He it is who not only encourages us to bear the load

bravely, but gives us strength to bear our load. He it is who not only rejoices when 

we walk through the valley with dry eyes, firm lip and steady tread, but knowing ail

sorrow and how hard grief is to bear comes to us to support and strengthen us.


Many times we can learn a great deal from those who are children. A little girl who

had been to Sunday School only a few times was asked by a distinguished clergyman 

what she had learned in Sunday School this morning. This was her reply: "I learned

a passage of scripture which says "The Lord is my shepherd and dat's all I want." 

The little girl was correct. All that is sufficient is to know that the Lord is our

Shepherd and that his promises as revealed in this beautiful Psalm are eternal and 

ever abiding. That was the faith in which sister Grace lived. She knew that the Lord

was her shepherd and that his promises were true for this life and the next.


Without this assurance that God is the good shepherd life would be meaningless. With

it, however, every trouble may be translated into a triumph; and we may experience 

in our own hearts this victory today, even as the poet has said.

                          "He Giveth More Grace"

             He Giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;

             He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;

             To added affliction he addeth his mercy;

             To multiplied trials he multiplies peace.


             When we have exhausted our store of endurance,

             When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,

             When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,

             Our Father's full giving is only begun.


             His love has no limit; his grace has no measure;

             His power no boundary known unto man;

             For out of his infinite riches in Jesus

             He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

             Annie Johnson Flint

The good shepherd also guides our hearts and minds into the folds of victory through

the certainty that our loved ones art still with us in spirit through beautiful 

memories which shall always abide even though their physical presence is no longer 

with us. Even so, we feel the spirit of Grace Chadwick Murphy very near unto us as 

we think of all the good and enduring qualities of character which she revealed in

her earthly sojourn.


Born in Trenton Township Ohio, October 7, 1878, she grew up here in Central Ohio in

those days when life was not filled with all the comforts and conveniences which we 

enjoy today; but when one had an opportunity of learning through the simple rugged

life those basic qualities which are essential for noble living upon this earth and

which endure throughout all eternity namely, honesty, dependability, faithfulness

to duty, ability to see things from the

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[corresponds to page 79 of Pages of Our Lives]

other persons point of view and the willingness to do her part to make life rich

and full and complete.


Realizing, however, that she was not equal to life's demands in her own strength,

she early sought the help of Almighty God through membership in the church. First,

she became a member of the Trenton Presbyterian Church when she was fifteen years

of age.  Following her marriage she transferred her membership to the Van's Valley

Methodist Church in 1900.  About thirty years ago she withdrew from the Methodist

Church and became a member of the Christian Science Church with membership in the

Mother Church in Boston, Massachusetts.


She was an ardent and faithful member of the Christian Science Church until the end

of her earthly sojourn, finding great spiritual strength, peace and power in the 

teachings of her faith as revealed in numerous underscored passages in her "Science 

and Health" which she had used daily for the past twenty-five or thirty years, as 

well as in special quotations written in the fly leaves of this well-worn book.


I would like to quote three such passages which especially attracted my attention.

the very first sentence in the preface to this book reads as follows: "To those 

leaning on the sustaining infinite, today is big with blessings."


In the front of this book Grace had written with her own hand: "I am able to impart

truth, health and happiness and this is my rock of salvation and my reason for 

existing." In the back of her "Science and Health" I also found these words which 

have the flavor of St. Francis of Assisi:

                        "There is no anger,

                              Hence no pain;

                         There is no hate,

                              Hence no poison;

                         There is no fear,

                              Hence no death;

                         For God is all and

                              God is love."

It is no wonder, therefore, that sister Grace made a wonderful mother, exerting in

her home for more than sixty years the positive influence of divine lover upon all

the members of her household. Married to Farrah C. Murphey, March 8, 1900, to their

four children, fourteen grandchildren and eight great grandchildren she left a

spiritual heritage which no man can take away.


As on thinks of her life he feels that it was motivated by this wholesome bit of 

philosophy which was the guiding principle of another other:

                   "If we work upon marble, it will perish;

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                     If we work upon brass, time will efface it;

                     If we rear temples, they will crumble into dust;

                     But if we work on immortal souls,

                     If we imbue them with noble principles,

                     With the just fear of God and love of our fellowman,

                     We engrave on those tablets something

                     Which will brighten all eternity."


If I might be personal for just a few moments, I would say that I have always

considered myself to be very fortunate that I was the youngest in a family where

my oldest sister was nearly twenty years my senior. Grace was to me as much a 

second mother as an elder sister. To go to her home as a small a boy for a week's

visit was like being with my own mother. When she would go to the big city I

would look forward to the gift she always brought me just as much as I did to the

presents which were brought home by my father when he made a similar trip. Even

when I was in college her motherly farewell still lingers in my ears; "Raymond

don't study too hard."


And so I join with Thomas W. Fessendon in paying my tribute to my sister as my

second mother, even as I do when I think of my own mother and all Christian mothers

everywhere. How appropriate are these words entitled

                         "To Mother"

                   You painted no Madonnas

                   On chapel walls in Rome;

                   But with a touch diviner,

                   You lived one in your home.


                   You wrote no lofty poems

                   That critics counted art;

                   But with a nobler vision,

                   You lived them in your heart.

                   
                   You built no great cathedrals

                   That centuries applaud;

                   But with a grace exquisite,

                   Your life cathedraled God.

                    
                   You carved no shapeless marble

                   To some high soul--design

                   But with a finer sculpture,

                   You shaped this soul of mine.

                   
                   You did not go to battle,

                   To save our own dear land;

                   But lived through daily sacrifice,


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[corresponds to page 81 of Pages of Our Lives]

                    The brotherhood of man.

                    
                    Had I the gift of Raphael,

                    Or Michael-Angelo

                    Oh, what a rare Madonna

                    My Mother's life would show,


The good shepherd also assures us that such noble spirits for not die for says He

      "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

      And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."   


This instinctive feeling which the good shepherd has so well voiced is down deep in

every human heart. This spark of immortal hope Jesus fanned into a living flame when 

he said "In my Father's house are many mansions, I go to prepare a place for you. 

"In other words, a place is already prepared for us by Jesus, the Savior of all 

mankind.


We, therefore, need have no doubt about our beloved sister. We can say with 

confidence that she is with the Lord. She has entered in to one of those home places 

prepared by God for all of his children. We know that God has given to her a new

means of expression whereby her spirit shall go on throughout all eternity bringing

joy and happiness to other in the spirit of infinite love even as she did during

her early sojourn.


The beautiful victorious transition from this life to the next causes us to join

with the wife of one of our bishops who as she approached the lifeless form of her

beloved husband said "Put on the hallelujah chorus on the victrola and let us all

rejoice and sing." Truly death for the Christian is no time of sadness. It should

be a time of great rejoicing because another one of God's children has gained his

reward. 


To me one of the most graphic descriptions of the transition from this life to 

the next is expressed in there line entitled:

                      I Am Standing On the Seashore

          I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads

          Her white sails to the morning breeze and starts

          For the blue ocean; she is an object of beauty;

          And I stand and watch her until at length,

          She hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea

          And the sky come down to mingle with each other.


          Then someone at my side says; "There she's gone!"

          Gone where? Gone from my sight--that is all.

          She is just as large in mast, and hull and spar,

          As she was when she left my side and just as able to bear

          Her load of living freight to the place of her destination,


          Her diminishing size is in me--not in her

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                    <text>[page 85]

[corresponds to page 82 of Pages of Our Lives]

           And just at that moment, when someone at my side says

           "There! she's gone!" -- there are eyes watching on the opposite shore

           And voices ready to take up the glad shout saying:

           "There! She's come!"

           And that is what we Christians victoriously call dying."

Prayer

    Almighty Father, whose holy purpose is on of infinite love, from whom do come

    the spirits of all of thy children, with whom they live during this earthly

    life, and to whom they return when they have finished their mission here among

    men, we give thee humble and hearty thanks for the good examples of all of those

    who have finished their course and now have entered in to that larger, more 

    joyous life of eternal love and heavenly grace.


    Especially do we thank thee for the good qualities which we saw in our beloved

    sister Grace. Grant, we humbly beseech thee, that her abiding presence may be a

    constant source of inspiration to all those who knew her, and especially to all

    those whom she loved most dearly.

    
    Take from our hearts all fear of death. Help us to realize that there is no such

    thing as death, for life is one continuous whole since God in his infinite 

    goodness and eternal love hath linked this world inseparably with the next. 


    Help us all so to live that when the time comes for us to join those who have 

    gone before, we may do it without any sense of uncertainty or dread, but with 

    a whole and happy heart that travels on with cheer because we know that the 

    road's last turn shall be the best. And so may we all enter in to those 

    heavenly home places prepared for us by the God of infinite love and eternal

    goodness, through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Benediction

    And now may the Lord bless you and keep you,

    May the Lord make his fact to shine upon you and be gracious unto you,

    May the Lord lift up the light of countenance and give you peace this day and

    always. Amen.

Organ Music

    Largo from the New World Symphony -- "Going Home"

                    Committal

          "I am the resurrection and the life", said Jesus

          "He that believeth in me, though he were dead yet shall he live;

           And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

                              Appendix -82-
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                    <text>[page 86]

[corresponds to page 83 of Pages of Our Lives]

Therefore, we can say with the greatest of certainty:

                Death is only an old door

                    Set in a garden wall.

                On gentle hinges it gives at dusk

                    When the thrushes call.


                Along the lintel are green leaves

                     Beyond the light lies still

                Very willing and weary feet

                     Go over that sill.


                There is nothing to trouble any heart,

                     Nothing to hurt at all.

                For death is only an old door,

                     Set in a garden wall.


For as much as God in his infinite goodness hath given unto the soul of our sister

a new means of expression, we lay her body to rest amid the flowers, with a sure and

certain hope that as she has borne the image of the earth, she now bears the image 

of the heavenly.

            "And love will dream and faith will trust

             That somehow some where meet we must."

Prayer

     Oh thou whom we cannot behold with the eye of flesh, help us to steadfastly

     behold thee with the eye of faith, the we may not faint under the manifold

     trials and tribulations of this life, but may endure as seeing him who is

     invisible. And grant that having fulfilled our mission here among men we 

     may enter into all those joys and blessings made possible for us through 

     the life, death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ.


     Grant that the peace an security, and the certainty that love is the greatest

     force in the world; and that the God of love can never be defeated.  And so may

     we all have the experience of victory in our hearts this day and always 

     through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

Benediction

     And now may the grace and peace of Father, Son and holy Spirit rest upon,

     abide with, sustain and keep each one of us this day and always. Amen.

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                    <text>[page 87]

[corresponds to page 84 of Pages of Our Lives]


                     Yesterday

                     Today and 

                     Tomorrow





                     written by

             Velma Murphy McCall Creech

                     March 1985



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                    <text>[page 88]

[corresponds to page 85 of Pages of Our Lives]

Love Joins the Past with the Present and Future

            (Kahlil Gibran)

[photo image]

[photo caption]

Velma Murphy at Grandma Murphy's 1st house on hill before it burned in 1937


I was born February 24, 1928. many changes and new things have occurred in my life

time, same as anyone can make that statement that has live 57 year.


My roots are from rural America and Delaware County, Ohio to be exact. My family 

settling there back when my great, great grandfather Murphy came and bought up a 

section of land there and on top of the hill is where he built his house. Back then

the Indians camped at the base of the hill, the evidence still being unearth when I

was a girl at home. My father plowed the ground with horses then and it was not

uncommon to find arrow heads. We also found the stone that was used to grind their

grain, that same soil divulging its secrets of times past. 


Many of my ancestors, and yours, too, were probably more educated than most at that

time,  producing an array of teachers, a lawyer, newspaperman, ministers, explorer,

and farmers, hunters and trappers. No one was in medicine, but I was to become a 

R. N., the first in the family, but the is getting ahead of my story.


My grandfather spent all of his life on the home place, and reared four children 

there with My dad, Arthur, being the oldest. He was twenty-two when he was

married to a tall gangly very young girl of fourteen and one-half, Ethel Carnes. 

She was very mature for her age, able to cook and sew to the surprise of his mother.

Mother and Dad had a hard time of it with us three children all born in the 

depression years of 1928, 1931,  and 1933. But we worked very hard to make ends 

meet, as the saying goes. We children had rather unusual birthday; mine was 

February 24, 1928, my brother's February 25, 1931, and my sister's February 

26, 1933.


My earliest recollection was when I was 3 years and one day old, when the birth

of my brother, Lovett was about to take place. It's hard for me to imagine I was

making such fuss about having to go to my grandmother's, when in a few years I 

was at their house more than I was at home. Of course I was quite a grandma and

grandpa's girl; being the first live grandchild, and we just lived down the hill,

so I had good reason.


I was always large for my age and on the plump side, and still am, for that matter.

I don't like to stay fat, but I like to eat better that I like to diet.

[photo image]

[photo caption]

Velma, Cousin Mary Ellen and Lovett Murphy sitting on cement cistern top with coal

house in background

                                Appendix -85-

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                    <text>[page 89]

[corresponds to page 86 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Lovett and Velma Murphy behind Cousin Mary Ellen Murphy

     One doesn't realize when he is growing up how lucky they are to have a loving 

family and have a close relationship with their parents, grandparents, and aunts and

uncles, but I now and am so thankful. It is was much more common then than now, 

with all of the broken marriages, and family relationships of today, as hardly 

anyone got divorced in those days.

     I was very close to my dad, as I worked with him in the fields and the barn,

milking the cows, and any outdoor activity where I could tag along. It made him more

of a confidant than my mother, as so much time was spent in his company. My dad was

such a friendly, caring man and father. He always had time for a cheerful word or

deed, or a few hours to fish if farming and weather permitted, but he loved

anything outdoors.

      When there was illness, or births, we had a leather couch that opened up in

the living room and made into a bed, similar to what we have today. That is where

mother was for ten days; that's the way it was in those days, and till up until 

when I was in nurses training, when we started getting them up.  

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Cousin Velma ans Marry Ellen Murphy

     Mother was ill several times and had surgery which made lengthy stays in bed

back then. We had some white dish towels that were edged in red, that I made into

nurse's cap and I had a white apron trimmed in red bias tape, and that was my first

nurse's uniform. Oh, did I feel big! I was 9 or 10 years old I expect.

     Dad's youngest sister, Martha was 18 years younger than he, so my first 

experience with courting was watching my Aunt Martha dressing and primping for her

dates. Her boy friend and later husband, had an old car, and what a noise it made 

coming up that steep hill. There was no doubt about it, Harvey McElroy was arriving.

     While I am on the subject of this aunt, I must tell you about the bologna

sandwiches. After we got home from school, on the bus, and I got my clothes changed, 

up the hill I would go, Aunt Martha always had a big bologna sandwich, and of 

course, so did I.  The meat was delivered to the door, coming once a week, peddled

door to door. If he came when we children were home he always gave us a wiener. His

name was "Dickey Dowell".

      I don't know how he made much money if he treated all the kids like he did us.

In later years after my aunt was married and away from home, Grandma always gave me

stuffed pepper. I must have eaten gallons. Grandma was never much on sweets, so I

can't blame her

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[corresponds to page 87 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Cousins Velma and Mary Ellen Murphy on Murphy Hill

for my sweet tooth. In fact, I can only remember once when Grandma baked pies.

Grandpa told her they looked like sun baked  pies, as they were so pale!

     Also along in this time span, I believe, was when my grandmother's mother,

Ella Chawick, came to stay with her.  She was getting quite elderly. When 

airplanes went over, Great Grandmother always said, "There's a sky buggy" and we 

would all run out to see the plane go over. That doesn't seem possible with all

the air traffic we have this day and age.

      She would sit by the hours making quilts; I was a receiver of one in the 

fan pattern and I still use it today. It was all made by hand. I am sorry I didn't

learn more about sewing from her but she was beginning to fail each year, but I

always went in and sat with her and she told me about old times. She died when I was 

eleven.

     In 1937 my grandparent's home was totally destroyed by fire. Just the west wall

was left standing. it had been made of brick, homemade brick, as one field was 

always known as the brick hill field.  Someone told me on the school bus, but I 

wouldn't believe it had burned. I couldn't believe until I saw it. It was like part

of me was gone, too. that summer Grandpa and Grandma lived in the garage while their

house was being built. That year was the worst year for catalpa worms I ever saw and

there was a big old tree that shaded the garage. If you aren't familiar with catalpa

worms, you haven't missed anything. they are big and messy but harmless. the new 

house was again brick and made similar to the old one, but it never held the same

place in my heart, with all the upstairs rooms empty rather than filled with all the

memorabilia of the past where I had gotten to play and see all those good things. Of

course, they were all lost in the fire as that was where the fire started.

     Since both grandparents were school teachers, if needed any information for my

lessons, up the hill I went. They had a set encyclopedias and were very well-read,

spending much of their spare time reading. They always had an answer. I sometimes 

wonder if Mom and Dad felt left out.

     If I wouldn't work something out in the evening, after I helped milk the cows

in the morning, I would hurry up for help before getting breakfast and getting ready

for school. Grandma and Grandpa still in bed lots of the times. Why didn't they tire

of me?

     In these days we didn't do much "going". To town for groceries once a week, was 

done by my Dad, and he usually brought home a big bag of cheap, ripe bananas. On

Sunday Mom and Dad would pick me up from church and we would go to my other grand-

parents. Mom and Dad didn't go to church. I went faithfully with my grandfather.

Mother would have liked to have gone but Dad had been made to go as long as he was

at home, and when he had a home of his own, he wasn't going to go, although he lived

by his early teachings, and was a good man.

     About this time Mother's folks wanted me to came and stay a few days with them.

They lived in Olive Green. I was to go from Sunday to Sunday. I got too homesick and

Grandma sent me home with the bread man who delivered bread door to door. While 

there though, I learned one very useful thing, and that was to put a knot in my 

thread when beginning to sew.

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[corresponds to page 88 of Pages of Our Lives]

     They had an ice house back of the house; this ice was cut in the winter 

from the steams and packed in saw dust to keep it from melting. This was a nice

place to play, but it must have been hard on the ice.  Also at Grandmother's house 

there was a doorbell. How we loved to ring it; lot of times they remembered to

disconnect it so it would not ring. It was like a door knob, and you pulled it

out and it was fastened with wire and when you pulled the knob out it clanged 

against the bell. Grandma Carnes made the best sugar cookies and bread--big 

cookies with raisin or nut meat in the center. She always put on a red-checked

tablecloth for Sunday dinner. I thought that was so nice, as we must not have used

a table cloth at home. She always had her yeast sponge in the warming shelf of 

the old wood stove in the kitchen. We saved the potato water to add to it, as

I remember. Those stoves had a reservoir on the end beyond the oven; this water 

was warm and sometimes hot if you were to fire the stove heavily. Wash water was

heated on the stove for washing clothes in a copper boiler. Most folks used

kerosene lamps for light after dark, unless you were lucky and had your own delco

system  which guaranteed your power. We did.

      We also visited my great grandmother Carnes who lived next door to my

grandmother and grandfather Carnes. We also visited my Great Grandmother Olmsted 

who lived in peerlis; she had a water barrel where the rain water was collected for

use for washing, etc. I feel she was glad we didn't come too often as I liked to 

stir it up and we went on Sunday and the next day was wash day. So I feel sure she 

had to wash in sooty water, as the soot settled to the bottom of the barrel. And

as I had played in it the day before, I doubt it was too clear. I know she certainly

didn't want me to play in it.

      We were one of the lucky ones. We had a Delco system that supplied both my 

grandparents and our place, so I don't remember washing clothes by hand, but we

heated water in the old copper boiler.

     We got our electricity in 1936. what an exciting time! We soon got a Gibson

refrigerator and an electric stove which was on legs in those days. It had an oven

on the left side and four burners on the other. No storage space. I don't know what

was different about them then, but when there was an electric storm, sometimes the 

fire just shot out of it. One time in particular, I remember. We three kids were 

home alone as Dad had taken Mother to Centerburg to get a permanent in her hair.

It was a terrible storm, so bad we ran outside rather than stay in and have the fire

shooting out of the stove at us. I have since wondered how Mother was able to get

her permanent as then you were hooked up to electric cables that clamped onto your 

rolled up hair, the heat making your hair curl, sometimes too much! Maybe I should 

say usually.

     As a little later my parents raised chickens and sold eggs to the hatchery in

Delaware. We also got a treat of an ice cream cone on the way as we passed by the

Delaware Creamery and they were only a nickel.

     We also had an adventure raising turkey. We never had as good luck with them.

They are rather harder to raise, sometimes they wouldn't have enough sense to eat,

prone to disease, and were raised up on wire. On day when my folks were gone a

turkey died, so I got it and took it to the house.  Dad had gone to college one

year at Ohio State University, and he had some instruments that he had used in

zoology, and they had always intrigued me. I would get them out look at them, but

had never been allowed to use them.  This day I operated on that dead turkey on

the kitchen table; I did put down a newspaper. I discovered his liver looked

diseased. (don't know what that meant), but that was my first surgery unless you

count dressing a chicken that had gotten hit by a car that I salvaged one time

when

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                    <text>[page 92]

[corresponds to page 89 of Pages of Our Lives]

Mother was sick. In those days, nothing was wasted; that's the way I was taught. 

Waste not, want not.

      I always have had a love, for cats, dogs, even the cows we milked; they all

had names and were pampered.

      I started helping milk night and morning when I was six year old. I had a cow

named Shirley Temple, the child move star of my day. I gradually milked more helping

Mom and Dad all my years at home. My brother have the feeling for cows; he helped 

some but never like to milk like I did. We milked by hand until the two or three 

years I was at home, when Dad got a new DeLaval milker. I loved those cows and never

minded milking.

      In 1940, when I was in the seventh grade, Dad got his first tractor, a John 

Deere.  Oh the thrill of getting to drive it. I never was much good plowing, but 

got along fine for other things. Before that we had a team of dappled mares. I never 

cared much for the horses. The flies were always bad and it was hot in summer, and

the horses' tails always got me in the eyes when they were being hitched up and

unhitching them. I have learned to like to see a pretty race horse, but never was 

sorry when the horses work phased out.

      As I said earlier, there wasn't much in the way of entertainment, but there

were the movies. We really enjoyed going to Johnstown to the Dorsey Theater. We

usually went on Thursday night, as it was family night, and was a lot cheaper. Once

in while if there was a special movie on in Delaware, we would go there on Sunday

for the matinee. That was really something! One thing I remember about going to the

movies, and that was my sister's many trips to the bathroom. She was always places

on the outside of the row so she wouldn't bother anyone. The more exciting the 

movie, the more trips to the the bathroom. To this day, she needs close to a 

bathroom, so there must have been a problem, but it had never caused her any medical

problems, just inconvenience.

       We were all very healthy. I had never been to the doctor's office but once,

and that was for sinus infection, until I had to go for an examination for entrance

into nursing school.  We missed very little school, unless we came down with the 

measles or some other childhood disease, that even we didn't escape.

      I started to school the year I was five. That was about the time they decided

you had to be six at a certain time before you started to school. Sometime after

I started to school, there was a problem about me continuing, as I wasn't the magic

age.   My folks wanted me to go and, of course, I wanted to keep going, so somehow

it was arranged for me to continue as long as I was doing well, and keeping up with

My studies, I loved school and had no problems, and always hated for school to be

over in May.

      We had a pond in the pasture field to water the cattle in summer, and we 

skated on it in winter. I had a pair of double runner skates at an early age and 

learned to skate. I never could learn to roller skate, though, but ice skated every

winter as soon  as the ice was thick.  Also our hill made pretty fair sledding but 

it surely was a long ways to walk back up the hill to take another ride down again.

      Every fall we always spent at least one weekend gathering in our supply of 

hickory nuts. Dad always went squirrel hunting every fall and he knew when the nuts

were down.  After our first hard frost we would go get bushels of nuts for winter

use. What good hickory nut cookies and cakes we always had. Hickory nut cake with 

the nut filling is what we always had for our birthdays. These nuts were hung behind

our kitchen stove to dry and cure and then put away for later use. We did gather 

some walnuts and butternuts, but they

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were so messy to hull we relied on hickory nuts.

       For heat we had a wood cook stove, before electricity, and also a big old

wood an coal stove in the living room; It was a Glow Boy. It served us all the years

at home; then my brother used it, too. It was enclosed with enamel outside around 

the actual stove. You couldn't burn your hands; it was much safer than the old 

pot-belly stove, as many little hand were disfigured by them.

       Every winter (really toward spring) in February when we had freezing nights 

and warmer thawing days, was maple syrup time in our lives. We always ran down to 

the woods when we got home from school and drove the horses to pull the sled 

carrying a tank that held the sap.  We emptied it from the buckets that were hanging

on the maple trees.  My dad and grandpa drilled holes in the tree on a good day, the

buckets ran over and we collected at least twice a day. On the weekend we helped, 

too. It took about fifty gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup. That took a lot

of wood to boil it down. It was a steamy place even though the building was made 

open at the top to let the steam escape.  We had parties there, my classmates 

coming out to see first hand what took place to make that delectable sweet. We also

made maple sugar and the most fun of all was a taffy pull; the messiest, too.

      There was a poor family that lived nearby that had many children. They

would come and ask to berry pick when the blackberries were ripe, and they stayed 

all night in the woods and slept in the car and in the maple syrup house.

      When it was warmer, Saturday and Sunday were spent in the woods, collecting 

all the wild flowers we could find. It took a few years to find where each was 

located. We had white and blue violets, spring beauties, dutchman's britches, 

turkey Toes, Trilliums, Jack in the Pulpit, mayapples, paw-paws, and probably

more, but that is all I can remember now. I had a spot deep in the that was a 

favorite of mine. It was like a little knoll to sit upon, and a small pool of 

water beyond. A good place to meditate; when I think of our woods, that place 

always comes to mind first.

      We three children occasionally needed discipline. Dad was really pretty

patient, but there came a time when it was at an end. His favorite was either a 

plum sprout you picked yourself or his old Romeo slipper if you had gone to bed

and were suppose to go to sleep. Bedtime was early on the farm for everyone as 

we got up early to get the cows milked, milking parlor swept out, ourselves 

cleaned up, dressed for school, and breakfast before the bus got there. Dad fed

the cows before he came to the house. Lots of changes occurred in caring for the

milk, too. My first memories of cooling the milk was in a cooler that the well

water flowed inside and the fresh milk was poured over the outside. We always

had our tin cup ready for that nice cold milk. Now we wouldn't think it was 

cold at all. then we had a cement tank that held the cold, fresh pumped well 

water and the milk cans were set into to cool. Next came the electric cooler 

that made an ice bank inside and the cans were set in there; that was like a 

refrigerator. Now there are bulk tanks where the milk goes from the cow to the

bulk tank by pipes, where it is cooled and held until the milkman comes with his

refrigerated tank truck to haul it to the creamery.

      We didn't have an allowance, I suppose some kids did, but we did get a

little money at hay making time. When we were done making hay, Dad took us to 

town to buy our fireworks before the fourth of July. Dad set off the big ones,

and we had supervision using the smaller ones. That was really an occurrence; 

in later years we were sometimes taken to town to see the big display of 

fireworks. Soda pop was not a common drink. I do not

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remember ever having any, but Mom would make our own homemade root beer, using

yeast and a base she bought. On a hay making day, Mom would bring over to us a

bottle of the rootbeer up from the basement, and it was really cold and good. We 

only got a half a bottle apiece. Even that was a luxury.

     Our toilet facilities were primitive- an outside toilet. We just had a two

seater, but my uncle had a three seater, and theirs had a moon cut in the door, 

ours wasn't very fancy! When my sister was two or three, we always had to help

her when she went to the toilet. One time we had a pet lamb and he would butt her

or us if we didn't watch him. And another time we had some geese and the gander 

would take a peck at her and we would chase him off. He would really hurt if he 

got a piece of skin between his bills.

      Our family had a a big garden, we grew gooseberries, tame berries and also 

picked many wild berries. Mam canned most of our food, even meat was canned before

refrigeration.  The fat was made into lard; the sausage was cooked down and covered

with the lard and kept in the pantry or basement where it kept cool, and was used up

before hot weather arrived.  The hams were home cured with Morton' Salt preparation. 

Our meat supply was also to include rabbits, squirrel, ducks and geese, and, of 

course, chicken and turkey. We raised banty chickens for our own egg supply as the 

nice hen eggs were sold. Grains such as wheat and corn were taken to the mill to

be ground for flour and corn meal. Most all types of vegetables were also raised 

and canned. I remember Mother coming from the basement (we called it a cellar) and 

she would have her arms loaded with potatoes and canned good, all for our evening

meal. We had breakfast or pancakes, eggs, sausage, cooked oats, not all of these

but we usually had meat with the pancakes and syrup. Our noon meal was dinner and

the evening meal was supper on the farm. We think we are busy now, but looking back

I don't know how Mother ever got done. She helped Dad when we were kids were little

with the milking, farming, plus house work, cooking, and made all of our clothes,

She had a schedule as I remember, washing on Monday, ironing on Tuesday, mending on

Wednesday. The rest of the week was cleaning and baking. For the weekends she always 

filled up the old kitchen Hoosier cabinet with all kinds of pie. If she made donuts,

she made several kinds, applesauce, chocolate, and plain ones. There were 

gingerbreads, cakes and cookies, too. No wonder I like sweet things and a meal 

wasn't complete without dessert.

      I learned to cook, and bake too, at a young age, and soon was a big help in

the kitchen. Later on my sister liked to sew and do yard work, and didn't learn to

cook until she was married. I also like to iron, and helped with that. we had to 

iron everything, as everything was all cotton then, not the wash and wear we have 

today. I remember the old irons we heated on the stove; They had a handle that we 

took off and put on the other iron that was heating on the stove. These come after

the one piece iron that are so popular for antique collectors now.

      When I was ten or twelve I suppose, my girl friend and I joined the Four-H.

I never cared much for sewing, but learned a little. We walked to and from the 

meetings that were held in Condit. The first I ever heard of cancer was when I

was with my friend and we stopped to see her aunt on the way home from 4-H. She 

had breast cancer, and it was an open wound and the odor was very bad. Surgery 

wasn't performed much in those days.

      This friend took piano lessons, so I teased for lessons, too. Once a week

in the summer I took lessons, but I didn't care to practice so never was very

accomplished. How I wish Mom had made me practice, it would be so nice to play

just for my own pleasure now. I played a clarinet later on in the school band,

but always wished it had been a saxophone as they had more melody parts than

clarinets.

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      I enjoyed music all through school, but in the 8th grade we had a marvelous

man teacher, we learned patriotism, choral music, we put on an operetta, and he

made all things interesting. He had that knack.

      In the seventh grade my grades improved, all because I got glasses. By high

school I was getting mostly A's. the way I discovered I needed glasses was because

of a test the teacher wrote on the far board, and I couldn't read it at all. I had

usually sat up in front, so that I could see better, that was the way that I

compensated for my severe near-sightedness. So my eyes got examined, and glasses

were needed. I will never forget how clear and shining everything was, and the stars

that I had never seen.  It was short of a miracle to me to be able to see so much 

and so clearly.

      I liked the boys and had a good relationship with them. I was interested in

farming and they were mostly farm boys. They were more like brother, than 

romantically involved with them. My weight problem was a big handicap.

      Now along came the war, World War II, and the scrap drives, food and gas

rationing, and war bonds, and listening to the radio to hear the war news. Every-

one was glued to the radio when it was news time. Mother was always pessimist and

my Dad an optimist. I can remember so plainly and very often my Dad saying, "Now

Ethel, worrying never changes a thing." Mother was always upset over bad news and

was afraid we would lose the war.

      Our class had scrap drives and much old steel and metal was collected; around

our farm, alone, old harrows and farm machinery were dug up out of the ground and

we had a good collection and felt real patriotic. Dad got a War Bond as often as he

could, and everyone else did, too. Food rationing didn't really bother us too much

except the sugar. We learned to substitute honey and I suppose that was illegal, 

but we could trade meat coupons for sugar coupons. My grandmother Murphy really

missed green tea as it was unavailable until after the war. She loved her tea.

      Gas rationing hit everyone hard, but for our class plays, Dad and my friend's

mother took turns taking us to practice for the plays, and they would stay in town

and wait for the practice to be over and would save gas and one round-trip to town.

      Our senior trip was cancelled because of the scarcity of gas, but it wasn't

a big thing as I remember; by then you all had relatives in the war, and boys you 

knew in school were leaving for the service. Everyone wanted to do their share to

help with the war and get our boys back home.

      During my senior year, when the school was trying to provide help in our 

future careers, representatives came around and told us girls about government

sponsored Cadet Nurse Program. That gave me a free education, and patriotic touch,

too. My mind was made up, nursing came in ahead of teaching. I went home and told

my folks I wanted to join the Cadet Nurse Corp, when I got out of school and later

planned to be a missionary to China.

      Programs were offered in Cincinnati and Zanesville, Ohio. I decided to write

to Bethesda Hospital in Zanesville as it had connections with Muskingham College.

My entrance tests were the same day as my graduation. Dad and I got off to an early

start for Zanesville, where I took the tests all day. then we hurried home to milk 

the cows and to graduation. That was a busy day, May 26, 1945. Six days later, June

1, 1945, we were on our way to Muskingham College where I was starting my nursing 

studies. That summer was at the college. We weren't allowed home the first month, 

and after that, one overnight a month. Was I homesick! I wrote home every day. That 

first year was hard, as remember I had been away

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from home very little. Now I know it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Everyone should leave home and go away to school. You do not appreciate home until

you are away from it. I was always a little ashamed of my home; we didn't have 

things very fashionable, I guess, but it surely looked good when I came and home 

and I hated going back.

      To get home I first took a train to Columbus and got a cab from the train

depot to the bus station and bus to Sunbury, where my folks met me. Later on after

I was at the hospital I took a bus to Hebron and then my folks drove there to meet

me.

      There were 30 of us starting our classes, losing down to 16 the first six

months. Some were not able to make the grades or did not like it. I was just 17, 

the only other girl who was so young as I, was 1 month younger. We were just out

of high school. One of us was 37, and she had lost her husband over in Italy, he

had been a flyer. She had just made it as the cut-off age was 37. I  never did ask,

but imagine she had decided that was a good way for her to help the war effort. It

must have been very hard for her, she must have felt old among us teenagers. In

her place I know I would have, and at that time I don't think that any of fully

appreciated the effort she was making to rebuild her life. She had no children so 

she was really on her own. although she did have some sisters.

      That August the war was officially over, and we were up in the air as whether

we would get to continue our training or not, but we did and we were the last class

to get our free education in the Cadet Nursing Corp. If the was had continued until

our nurses' training was completed, we obligated to do nursing for the government

wherever needed for the duration of the war.

      That same August I was on my way home and in the cab was a soldier and a WAC

I was wearing my rather smart-looking grey uniform, and she asked me where I was

stationed and I explained to her I was presently at Muskingham College. That perked

up the soldier's ears as his family's farm adjoined the college campus. We were 

soon at the bus station and I got out proceeded to get my bus home, and never 

gave him another thought.

      I enjoyed my overnight stay at my home and was back at College. This was V. J.

Day. The war was over. I was preparing to wash my hair that evening when the phone 

rang and there was a call for me. Yes, you guessed it. It was the soldier that I met 

in the taxi cab in Columbus, Ohio. We were all allowed off the campus. So we walked 

and walked.

      I'll never forget the feeling I had when I saw him waiting for me. He was very 

fair and blond and he was a baker and cook in the army for Officer Candidate School

and had not been out in much sun before coming home.  That day he had been helping

his uncle thresh wheat, and was red as a lobster, eyes red from the dust. I thought 

he was drunk! but I soon realized he was just sunburned and had been in the dust all

day. I didn't know how he found me, because I had not told him my name.  The next 

day one of the girls asked me if a soldier had called me. She said he had seen her

walking with some other girls and thought it was me, and asked her if she lived in

Columbus. She told him it wasn't her, and when he questioned her, if she knew anyone

who did, she had given him my name. If you think that was strange, his train was 

delayed and if hadn't been late in arriving in Columbus and going to his sister's 

who lived there by cab, our paths would not have crossed.

      He had to go back to camp shortly after our first evening, and so he asked me

if I would write and I said I would. We both wrote faithfully until he was 

discharged in November, 1945.

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[corresponds to page 94 of Pages of Our Lives]

      We dated during the remaining years I was in training, usually seeing one

another once a week and weeks and months flew along. We became engaged one year

later, one year from V. J. Day.

      I was home that summer on vacation and got the first and last sunburn I have

ever had to this day. I drove the tractor to cut wheat and wore shorts and halter.

I was burned to a crisp on all sides and had a miserable time trying to sleep. 

Mother put cold vinegar compresses on me but that didn't help much. I learned a 

dear lesson.

      The summer of 1947 was a 3-month affiliation in Akron, Ohio for my pediatrics

training at Akron Children's Hospital. Allan took us up, and the brakes went out on 

the Loudonville hill and was that a scary thrill. It left a permanent mark on our

memories.

      We were given a few more privileges there, and could have an overnight a week

and stay out later on weekends, but never got away from the nightly bedchecks. The

boys came up once while we were there on a weekend. They stayed at a hotel there, 

and found a gun under the mattress.

      One of the highlights while in Akron was the banana splits, they were huge

and gooey. They were rather forbidden, as we were not allowed to walk that way 

unless there were several of us, as it wasn't the best place in town for us to 

be walking. Also we really enjoyed the movies. They played request on the organ

at intermission and we always had several requests like "Peg of My Heart', "White

Cliffs of Dover".

      On the negative side was the water. It was horrible and had the taste of 

rubber, just as the air was permeated with rubber. Also we had lamb frequently

there and never in Zanesville, but the food really was a lot better except for

the lamb.

      For our second and third year at Bethesda, we moved into the nurse's

residence which was next to the hospital. It was in an old rambling house and

upstairs. When we got to making too much noise the housemother tapped on the 

ceiling to quiet us down. The first year we were on the fourth floor of the 

hospital after we came into Zanesville from Muskingum. They could keep better

track of us when the Director of Nurses lived in the same area.

      There wasn't much time for romance, but we all managed. One of our class-

mates especially managed! One evening she had a boyfriend in the hospital lobby,

one in the nurses residence, and one waiting for her in the car!

       We were all so close and had such good times; it is just pleasant to write

about it, but we worked and studied hard, too. On July fourth, my roommate and I

decide we would try sleeping in the nude. It was a hot night, but neither one of

us could get to sleep, so we got up and put on our gowns. Lots of close relation

ships were made during those year, and we enjoy seeing and writing one another

to this day, 40 years later.

       Graduation was in 1948  at the Presbyterian Church in Zanesville. I hadn't 

missed any time so was finished May 31. The next stage of my life begins June 6,

1948, the day we picked for our wedding. It was Allan's folks and his oldest 

brother's anniversary. We had a lovely wedding, but the weather didn't cooperate. 

It was raining all afternoon, and to make things worse, the sidewalks were being 

replaced at the Presbyterian Church at Condit where we were married at a 2:30 

afternoon ceremony.

      We went on our honeymoon to Niagara Falls in a "38 Chevy, named the Blue 

Devil.  It had a match stick in its gas tank, to stop a  leak. We wouldn't start 

to town in a car like that

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[corresponds to page 95 of Pages of Our Lives]

now. that's the way you are when you are young. Cars were still not plentiful then,

so soon after the war; you drove what you had.

        We started out in an old house in New Concord, Ohio, Allan's hometown. We

had begun to fix it up before we were married. We had papered the living room and

got us a living room suite. The rest of the furniture was in the house. We got a 

stove and refrigerator a little later for 75 dollars, and that completed our needs,

along with all the wedding gifts. And in the meantime, there was a kerosene stove 

there that I had to cook on till a gas line could be laid, and connected to the gas

stove we had just gotten. If you have ever used Kerosene to cook with, you know I 

burned up all my nice shiny new pans. Also I burned lots of toast, as you had to 

remember to turn the toast from side to side when it was brown on one side, and then

to take it out of the toaster when the other side was done, one time or another, you

forget it.

       Allan weighed about 119 pounds the first year of our marriage and I decided 

right to fatten him up, but it was me that gained the weight, He didn't gain a 

pound. while I am talking to you about food, etc. I will mention something I 

forgot about on our honeymoon. Allan was used to getting up at 5:30 and he liked 

an early breakfast, but I was ready to sleep in since I had the chance. I still 

don't like getting up early like he does.  Anyway, he wanted to get up at an 

early hour for breakfast, But I said I din't want to, so he got some rolls, 

and chocolate milk the night before and put the milk in the window to keep cool, 

and that is what we had for our early breakfast. he got to eat, and I didn't 

have to get up early. I didn't realize until now that that is the way our marriage

has been - a compromise in most things.

      I worked hard to get our house fixed up that summer, as it was my folks 25th 

wedding  anniversary. We had a picnic for Mom and Dad, and had all the relatives 

down to celebrate that August 23, 1948.

      TV made its appearance after that and Mom and Dad got one, so went up for

the weekend. I think I must have had pneumonia but I went anyway. Oh, what a marvel!

It was a tiny little screen, that's the way the first ones were made. I was like 

magic. I was in bed most of the time I was there, but watched TV.

       In 1959 we moved up home to Delaware County; we lived upstairs at Mom's and

Dad's where they fixed us up an apartment. In August that year I got a job at the

hospital in Delaware, Jane M. Case Hospital. In 1951 Allan also got a job in 

Delaware and we got an apartment there, and the next year we bought our house 

at 295 E. Central Ave. in Delaware. We lived there 10 years before getting the

house across the street, that was a one-floor plan.

       These were happy years, but also frustrating, unhappy years. A few years 

after years, after we were married, my brother and sister were married and as my

nieces and nephews arrived, we still had no children. I loved each one as they 

arrived like my own, sometimes feeling like I was getting too involved, knowing

I had no say in their lives. Yet I worried and loved and enjoyed them as a mother

would. On my days off, I would spend the day with my folks and see the children.

       My job at the hospital paid 180 dollars for a 6 day week, and Allan's paid

200. We got along well and had all the necessities and we seemed to have more than

when we made more and things cost more later on. The payments on the house were

75 dollars a month and we were able to get a VA loan since Allan was a veteran.

       We went fishing in Canada, and at the Delaware Dam, but seems like we mostly

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worked as I look back on it now, and hoped we would have a baby, but that was

not to be.

      We spent alternate Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with my dad's

brother's family when we children were at home. After our immediate family got

too big we had our own dinners, usually at Mom and Dad's or sometimes I would 

have it. The kids would like to come to Aunt Velma's. (We didn't like to go to 

Aunt Velma's, we loved to go). What a treat it was! I loved having everyone,

decorating the house and setting the pretty table. The baking out at my Mother's

were some of the nicest Christmas memories. My sister and sister-in-law and I would

bake cookies and make candy all day at home. Mom would keep the dishes done up and

watch the kids after they arrived.  What good times, but they were soon to end, as

Dad was ill with cancer but we didn't know it yet, as he just gradually did a little

less and never complained.

     I had the dinner in 1961; that was to be Dad's last Christmas and I have always

regretted not getting his pictures. I was all ready to take his picture, when I 

discovered I had just taken my last one. There were later ones, but after he was 

starting fail.

     Dad seldom went to a doctor--for emergencies only. In February, 1962, Mother 

had quite a surprise when the doctor called to say there was a bed for Dad at 

Riverside Hospital in Columbus. He was diagnosed there as having lymphosarcoma. 

It was all through him and he was sent home to die. Maybe he should have had

chemotherapy or something, but the didn't do as much then. I was always glad that

he was allowed to return home, still able to do a few things he wanted to do, and

retain his dignity. He never complained, taking each day as it was given to him to

his dying day which was at 4 a.m. Oct 1, 1962.

      What a hard summer that was seeing Dad go downhill, and Allan going into a

severe depression for which he was hospitalized after Dad's death. Also the next

summer I had surgery in hopes I might be able to have a baby, I was so miserable

taking fertility pills that were just being given on an experimental basis that

I had to quit taking them. By 1969 we had lost both of Allan's folks, too. So the 

60's passed and we had taken up golf, and enjoyed playing several times a week. We

had given up fishing, as not not enough time for both.

      We had several enjoyable years, and in May 1972 Allan had his first heart 

attack, and we had a bad summer with Allan not feeling very well, in and out of the

hospital and house bound in the cold weather. The doctor advised him to go on 

disability.

     Mother had married Val Anderson of Florida October of 1963, so she lived in

St Petersburg. So in the fall of 1973 I got brave enough to work in Florida that

winter, and go back to Delaware and work that summer. I did this for four years,

gradually staying Florida longer and Ohio less, until we decided to sell our house

in July, 1978. We had purchased a mobile home in Pasco County outside Dade City,

Florida, in the country where we had a big lot, and didn't feel closed in like we

did on most where they are crowded together.

      After we sold our place in Delaware, we spent our summers in New Concord,

Ohio with Allan's brother, Raymond, on the McCall home place. In 1983 Raymond 

started spending the winter months with us in Florida.

      We seem always to have a car full despite trying to limit the items each way

to and from Florida. This last year we all felt like sardines. We had been talking

about getting a station wagon the next car we got. By the time we got the dog, 6 

canaries and their and their cages, luggage, and our extra things packed, and then

ourselves, we were loaded to the gills! So

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      Allan decided to check at the garage where we do business, and they had a 

Mercury Marquis wagon in use as demonstrator. It was being used by the owner, so we

decided to go ahead and get it. It was pretty luxurious for us but we had decided to

go ahead and get a larger car, for the comfort of it. We had really noticed coming

down from a Pontiac to a smaller Ford. We don't put that many miles on a car 

anymore, so gas mileage didn't figure too much into it. Some day I would just like

to walk out the door with one suitcase and head for home! (I won't hold my breath).

      This winter of 1984 is the first year that I have not worked, the first since 

1950. It is so nice to stay home and do things as I want to, rather than planning 

every minute how I will get everything done. I've enjoyed cooking and baking and 

since Mother and Val were not very will, I've tried to spend 5 days at a time in St

Pete each month. I go down on the bus and Allan comes after me on Sunday. I try to

get the laundry caught up, wash windows, and curtains, bathe dogs and get the extra

things done for them. Catch them up, so to speak. They were robbed and beaten in

August 1984 and have not ever been as well since. Val was in intensive care for 5 

days and Mother had a ruptured eardrum and a partially detached retina. The 

emotional part may be worse than the physical aspect. They are fearful of every 

noise and have several locks and alarms on every door, inside and out, a 

disturbing way to live, and to think it is necessary. A far cry from my early days

as doors were never locked, and very places were ever robbed. Food is burglarized

more than things.

      The biggest regret in my life is that we had no children. We did talk some

about adoption, but Allan was never wholeheartedly in favor of it and I felt that

adoption was one thing that you both had to agree 100 percent. I don't think he 

would have ever said Completely No, and I always sure that he would have loved an 

adopted child, but I did not press the issue. I had my work which I enjoyed, and 

I had my nieces and nephews, that I lavished my love upon. A few things I have 

found out in my 57 years is that the strange thing about being childless is that 

you are always being reminded of it. People always ask if you have children when

your are young, and ask about grandchildren when you are older. You have nothing

to show and tell so the loss continues through the years. One must not dwell on 

what might have been.

      I have much to be thankful for having a kind, considerate husband, my loving

family, and besides the immediate family there are great aunts and uncles I remember

with love and affection. Great Aunt Cora, Great Aunt Goldie, and Great Aunt Ruth and

Uncle Raymond, on my Dad's side, and Great Aunt Olive on my mother's side. there 

were others but these were the ones I was closest to and saw the most.

      One of my greatest pleasures is all the beauty around me, the sunsets, 

sunrises, flowers, streams and lakes, mountains, sky, and the fall colors, when 

I pause to see them, God is very close to me.

     I love my country; there is no finer place in the world. We take all of our 

freedoms for granted, I'm afraid. I have worked with different ones from other 

countries, and it is hard to believe the fear, poverty, and desperation they 

have lived with.

     I have learned that money does not buy good health and happiness, live's two 

greatest assets.

     Life is too short to hate and hold grudges as you harm yourself more than those

you hold the animosity against.

     As we get caught up in the world, and busy lives, set aside a little time every

day for yourself to read your Bible and be alone with God. You will be glad you did;

it will let you

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[corresponds to page 98 of Pages of Our Lives]

find an inner peace that you otherwise will have missed.

     As you get older you realize your parents are the last line between the

older generations, and that time is passing and it is not wise to wait much 

longer to ask questions you have about your great grandparents, or others who 

have gone. they need to be asked as the chances may soon be gone. That is why

I have undertaken to write this, as I will soon be the missing link in the chain

and I will bee the only one who knew and remembers that older generation.

     Our lifetime is so fleeting like foot prints in the sand, which the wind

will soon erase, unless we give a gift of love to remember us by and I do give 

you much love.

                   (Signed) Aunt Velma

Postscript

     It is now January 31, 1986, and much has happened since April 1985, when I

completed my memoirs for you.

     Allan, Raymond and I went home to Ohio in April and found spring to have

sprung early. The grass was quite high, and much raking was done - in fact 3 1/2

truck loads. Allan used the lawn mower and I the rake! As soon as we got the lawn

in shape, fishing was the next priority. We didn't ave much luck early at Seneca

Lake, so we decided to find a place at Salt Fork. We fished from the rocks, and 

returned quite often and spent some lovely days there, giving me many happy memories

to treasure.

      We also picked gallons of wild black raspberries, and seemed to have a special

closeness as we spent these hours out in the open. We would rest under the shade

of an old tree before walking back to the car. Allan smoking his pipe, and talking 

about when he was a child, picking berries with his mother here in this same place.

We also reflected on the happy times this summer.

     There were no blackberries, so berry picking was over until red raspberry

picking was to start in late August for John White.

     Before this was to happen though, we received a call that Val Anderson was

unconscious, and was being kept alive by life sustaining machines.

     Rache, Tom and I flew down to Florida to be with Mother. Val was breathing on

his own by the time we arrived, but remained comatose until his death 12 days later.

We wanted to donate his body to the Anatomical Society and so only a memorial service

was held on Friday for him.

     Mother was in a state of shock, and has not recovered too well, as yet, being

quite forgetful at times, and afraid to stay alone.

     I received a call while at Mother's, that Allan was not feeling well, and

returned afternoon to Ohio. He really never felt like his former self after that.

     We picked red raspberries as planned, but Allan not as perky as usual and then 

he caught a cold, and finally was feeling pretty good by the time we started back to

Florida on October 8, 1985, and we had a good trip back home.

     We were breathing a sigh of relief, that we had finally gotten the porch windows

and things halfway in shape. It had been usually warm, and we could only work early 

in the mornings.

     Mother called on a Saturday night, November 2 1985, and wanted me to come down 

to help her with some business the first of the week. I had just written her that I

would come down on the bus on Thursday, but changed my plans and went down Sunday

afternoon on

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the bus instead.

     We made plans with Al and Ella Pepping, our next door neighbors, to go to

Webster Flea Market the Monday, so Allan, Raymond, All, Ella went ahead as planned,

Allan got his first pecans of the season and was looking forward to getting started

at his nut cracking for the year.

      I had slept without waking at Mother's until four A.M., and had not been able

to go back to sleep,. I read for a while, and had just gone back to sleep when the

phone rang about 6:30 A.M. I got up and answered it and it was Pepping telling me

that Allan had been taken to the hospital in the emergency squad and that he had 

seemed better after they had started some oxygen on him there at home.

     Raymond had gotten up around 4:30 and found Allan Sleeping/sitting out at the

kitchen table, and stated he was having trouble breathing lying down. Raymond went

back to bed, and Allan awakened him later and asked him to call the Emergency

Squad. He was admitted to the hospital emergency room at 5:30 A.M.

     As soon as Al called me I had phoned the bus station to find out how soon I

could get a bus to Dade City, the phone rang in seconds after I hung up. It was Al

again to tell me Allan was dead, and I was to call the emergency room and talk to 

Dr. Brownlee, our family physician.

     Dr Brownlee said Allan was in acute pulmonary edema, and they had given him

aminophylline and then he went into ventricular fibrillation and they were unable

to bring him out of it, and that he was brain dead he felt when he got there. He

was pronounced dead at 6:48 A.M. after working on him for a long time.

     I remained calm, because I had decided years ago that I would never carry 

on as some did when someone died, as it would change nothing. I went next door to 

Mother's and told Uncle Wilbur and Sara. they made a call to Rachel and got us plane 

reservations for that evening. I got packed and helped Mother pack as she had 

decided to go to Ohio with me. Charlotte and Katherine, Val's sisters who lived

up the street, came and helped too, and we got to Dade city around noon. The funeral

director came and arrangements were made for here and we ate a bite of lunch. I got

Raymond packed and got Allan's clothes together to take home for his funeral. By

then it was time to take Cindy Dog next door, as Al and Ella were keeping her for

me, and Sarah and Uncle Wilbur took us back to St. Pete to the airport, and we were

in Columbus at 10:30 that evening, November 5, 1985. Rachel and Tom, Perry, and

Allan's sisters and their husbands met us. Raymond went with them and Mother and I

to Rachel's.

     The next morning was spent at the De Vore Funeral Home. There I had to pick out

the casket, the burial vault, music for the service, thank you cards, and other 

decisions I don't even remember. Also a trip to the florist's to get the flowers for

the casket. Then as soon as we were done there, we went to Delaware to the safety 

deposit box, as soon as the death occured. So we were fortunate that our ex-neighbor

and friend was our attorney as he was across the street in less than 5 minutes. He

had made arrangement for the auditor to come and take an inventory of the box, and

clear the account there so that we could write checks for the funeral expenses.  

Then back to Rachel's where we spent the evening getting our clothes lined up for 

Lovett, Mother, Perry, Rex, and oursleves.

     Thursday morning Rachel's minister from the Condit Presbyterian Church came to

the house to make the plans for the service. I had gotten to know him that summer,

as I had gone to church there several times that summer, when we had been up to

Rachel's. What a

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Considerate, giving man he is! He talked to us about Allan, and out life together,

and from that planned the service and used scripture I had requested. I only wish he

had taped it for those who couldn't come. It was very fitting and comforting.

      Calling hours were from 4 to 8 p.m. Thursday, November 7th. So many friends 

and relatives came that I had not seen for years. How comforting to know they cared

enough to come. Over 90 called that evening and 56 more signed the book before the

funeral service Friday morning; I was really unprepared for this out-pouring of love

and sympathy, as we had been away so many years from the Delaware area.

      The flowers were beautiful, 13 arrangements and 2 wreaths. I saved the wreaths 

to use for Memorial Day next May.

      It had been cold and rainy ever since we got to Ohio. Friday morning for the 

funeral was the only time it wasn't raining. The sun peeped through for a few 

minutes. The funeral was at 10:30, November 8, 1985. The American Legion gave a

salute at graveside at Trenton Township Cemetery, the Friendly Club served lunch

at the church, and it was very nice to be able to have a place to eat and visit,

as many were from out of town.

      I started working on the thank-you notes the afternoon of the funeral and

Saturday, too, as there were so many to write, and it kept me busy. We did some 

cooking for Sunday dinner and made the plane reservations to go back the following

Wednesday, November 13.

      We arrived back in Florida to continued extra warm weather and I plunged into

cleaning Allan's clothes and personal things, working at things that needed to be

done keep myself busy. My worse moments were Cindy kept wanting outdoors to look 

and listen for Allan; that was really hard!

     Christmas was coming , so I made little gifts to help put in the time, and 

did a lot of baking as usual, and Rachel and Tom got here December 21. I had the

Christmas dinner here and enjoyed having everyone.

     There were many frustrations in filing out the V. A. forms, and Allen's 

retirement system forms. Each wanted my birth certificate, marriage certificate, 

so much time was wasted securing a certified copy from Ohio. So, consequently, 

my first income did not arrive until the latter part of January.

     I have become more active in the First Presbyterian Church, and have 

joined the morning circle, also going to Sunday School and just started Bible 

study. I have found much solace in church and the Christian fellowship. I 

don't know how I would have survived sometimes without our Lord.

     I truly believe I was being prepared for Allan's death for more that a 

year. The T. V. ministry Day of Discovery led to my returning to church, the

fulfillment I have found there, the special closeness Allan and I shared this

summer, and even my not being home when he died, as I have watched many in 

pulmonary edema, and have always felt so helpless watching someone unable to

breathe and that this was a hard way to die; from the outpouring of friends

and family at the time of his death, the many cards that kept coming until

they ran into the Christmas cards-all made me feel I was not alone, but 

being watched over by the Comforter!

      I am thankful for Allan's love and faithfulness and the 37 years of 

marriage we shared and especially, the 13 years we had after his first 

heart attack.

      Time will heal my wounds and I must tuck Allan into a corner of my 

heart and go on, and as the sun rises, the tears of the night must be 

replaced by the hopes, promises, of a new day.

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                    Lovett Murphy: A Step Back in Time

Bearded and bit rough in appearance, Lovett Murphy, a lifetime resident of Sunbury

occasionally stops by the Sunbury News office to say "hi" to the staff and to rest

for a bit, before heading back home to his Murphy Road residence.

     To look at the man and listen to him talk, one sometimes wonder if he's related

to the legend Daniel Boone, or the famed Davy Crockett, "King of the Wild Frontier,"

because if the subject is nature related, Murphy seems to know the answer.

     But then nature seems to be the natural love of Lovett. In fact he admits, 

"I like to work in the woods, I've generally worked in the woods more than any other

job I've ever had."

     Though Murphy claims to have experienced a variety of jobs over his lifetime,

including sawmills, driving a taxi cab loading explosives from boxcars to trucks, 

and planing logs for log cabin homes, talking about his experiences as an Alaskan

firefighter and visitor among his favorites.

     Murphy says that's because he found the people so interesting back in the year

1960.  "People have said the that New York is the melting pot, but those people 

never saw Fairbanks during that time," he remarks.

     Mexican, Japanese, Chinese, native Indians, New Yorkers, Canadians, 

Californians, whites, blacks and others all flocked to Alaska in the late 60s 

due to the "oil rush" according to Murphy. Amazingly, little to no racial tension

existed among the dwellers, even though many lived in tents or out of vans, he says.

     Although oil wasn't the attraction that drew Murphy to the state, he too 

ended up  in Fairbanks a town that at the time was a somewhere around the 18,000 

mark or roughly the size of Delaware, Ohio, he notes.

     Soon after his arrival "the worst year for fires Alaska or on the North 

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                               Lovett Murphy

American continent" broke out, he explains. "Fires burned all over Alaska" which

were causes by "lightening" he continues. "A great deal of them were range fires

as opposed to forest fires, he recalls. Range fires tend to smolder more, he says.

      In need of employment, and having a love for the woods, Murphy says he soon

joined in the fire fighting duties. Hours were long and hard as 16 to 20 hour days

were frequent, and fire fighters would often be dumped off at a site for weeks 

at a time, not knowing when someone would be returning for them.

      Murphy notes that the fires ran fire fighting teams all over Alaska. Much

of the time, workers were hauled by bus to the various locations, although at 

least once, they were transported by helicopter, to a camp established on the top 

of a flat mountain.

     Lovett says the "big bosses" were "sore" at most of the workers for a drunken

incident that had occurred shortly before being flown out, so when the workers were 

dropped off, they were told that they were told that their bosses didn't care what

they did. "They told us that they didn't even care if we fought fires, but we were

going to get awfully hot if we didn't," he laughs.

     Murphy says he remembers looking over the edge of the mountain at about that

time, and seeing the fire approaching from every direction.

     Taylor Highway, which runs east and west across Alaska, according to Murphy,

also carried them some 700 miles to a fire near Eagle, Alaska once.

     A fire named the "Fishhook Fire" which at the time was labeled the biggest fire

to ever burn on the North American continent, according, to Murphy, also had them 

giving assistance to fire fighting efforts another part of the state.

     The "Fishhook Fire' finally burned itself out, but Murphy, a squad leader, and 

one of the oldest fire fighters there, adds that a rain assisted in the effort. He

adds that smoke from the fire hampered both fire fighting efforts as it made a

dangerous journey for planes carrying water to douse the flames, and stopped other

commercial flights from leaving the Fairbanks airport.

     Workers had only the bare necessities for survival, but that didn't bother 

Murphy. Most of the time workers ate "C" rations and slept on bed rolls which 

were placed on plastic, and wore heavy clothing to stay warm.

     Lovett says some of the men were scared of grizzly bears, which grow to 400-

500 pounds inland, compared to the same bear that reaches weights of 1000 pounds

on the coasts due to the plentiful supply of salmon. As a result, some of the men

put up tents, although he elected not to do so simply sleeping with his head 

covered by portion of the bedding.

     Not all of Murphy's Alaskan adventures were fire oriented. Lovett implies 

that he enjoyed the beauty of the land in other ways, in the days following his

firefighting excursions. He says that he and usually two or three others would 

trek across the land, using cabins for shelter, if possible. He says they ate

available "C" rations and carried light sources of food, such as dried apples 

and pancake flour.

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      The Indians were helpful also, as they showed Murphy and his companions how

to roast porcupines and prepare them for eating. He says the trick is to roast the 

animal first, with the quills still on the hide, and let the fire do all of the work 

by burning the quills off.

      Asked how he knew what was safe of good to eat, he grins and replies "if it 

tasted good, it was edible." Other foods consumed were fresh salmon, cabbage, carrots,

goose, graylings, and a species of the grouse family, he notes.

     Caribou were plentiful but not a preferred food even by the natives, Lovett

informs. In fact, the barren-land caribou were hated by the natives and were often

shot by the thousands, "just like the buffalo were,' he informs.

     He claims the animals were hated in part because they leave a lot of manure

on the ground, and aren't as "good and meaty" as the wood-land caribou, found mostly

in Canada.

     Lovett say once there must have been nearly 700 of the barren-land caribou

grazing on the slopes of Mount McKinley, the highest mountain in North America. He

also says that because the animals travel the same paths year after year, he could

see where "they'd wore a path right into the granite rock."

     For a time, Murphy says everyone had to come to Alaska to"pan for gold,"

something which he also tried. But Alaska probably has more moss than it has gold.

Murphy tells that on the tundra, a thick 18-inch layer of moss grows.  Even though

the ground is frozen, the moss thrives, which makes a natural freezer or 

refrigerator for the inhabitants would cut through the moss with a axe and place

their drinks into the moss, near the frozen ground, to keep it cold. Within ten

minutes, it would be extremely cool, and a short time later, frozen, if not 

removed, he acknowledges.

      Unlike Ohio and some of the surrounding states, water wells were not 

available to drink from. Murphy says that the water was pure enough to drink "right

from the streams" though.

      Getting to the water was sometimes a challenge however, as inland water 

wasn't all that plentiful, and in places like Eagle, Alaska, big slabs of ice

rested on the stream banks and water surface "creek banks are all scarred up and

grooved from the ice that's been sliding down for thousands of year," he adds.

     Once, Lovett explains, he was tired and thirsty. He could see Gold Rush Creek

in the valley below, but Indian was standing over him holding his (Lovett's) 

rifle which had been positioned across his chest as he rested.

     Murphy says the incident "scared" him, but all turned out well, as the Indian

simply wanted to know what Lovett was doing in the area.

     Lovett claims some of the Indian villages were built out of "plywood" left 

there by the "Army" after fighting "World War II." He states that he finds a

certain irony in the fact that in "the coldest climate on the North American

continent, a great percentage of the people have no fires at all," because they

have nothing to build a fire with. He adds that as a result, "they keep warm by 

any way possible."

      Murphy tells other interesting details about the Alaskan environment and

its people. Of course there were times of daylight that lasted 21 hours, and 

days after Thanksgiving where the cycle reversed itself, causing darkness 12 

hour periods.

      These conditions made life much different for the inhabitants of that 

state, as baseball games would sometimes start at midnight, requiring no 

additional lighting, states Lovett. One could even read a book at midnight

simply from the light coming in through a window, he adds.

      Continuing along the same line of thought, Murphy says a memorable 

sight is "standing in in a high place at the midnight hour" and not looking at

the moon, but "the sun".

      Lovett has traveled to several other states in his lifetime from what he says,

but notes that Fairbanks, Alaska (in 1969)) was almost "ridiculous" with 22 bars,

all located on Third Street. He says that, "without question," the oil people came

from all over the northern half of Alaska to trade in a town of 18,000."

      He claims it was second in size only Anchorage, which had some 99,000 

inhabitants, both of which are located in a state without counties, but containing

many miles and acres of land and wilderness, divided up instead, into 12 districts.

                                Appendix -102-
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Rachel Murphy's Ancestors



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                    <text>[page 107]

[corresponds to page 104 of Pages of Our Lives]

Murphy Side

William Murphy 1st - m - Mary Ball and their child

Bazzil Murphy - m - Rachel Algire and their child

Charles Lief - m - Martha Adams and their child

Farrah Carl Murphy - m - Grace Chawick and their child

Arthur Bradley Murphy - m- Ethel Irene Carnes and their child

Lovett Carnes Murphy - m - Angeline and their child

They had 5 girls and Joseph Bradley Murphy (not married)

_____________________________________________________

Carnes Side

Emmett Cotton Carnes - m - Emily Melissa Catt and their child

John Leonard Carnes - m - Alice Leola Olmsted and their child

Ethel Irene Carnes - m- Arthur B. Murphy and their children

      Velma Victoria Murphy - m - Robert Allan McCall

      Lovett Carnes Murphy - m - Angeline Avenneli

      Rachel Leola Murphy - m - Thomas E. Buxton

There are several set of twins on the Carnes side but none in our line.

Emmett and Melissa had 12 children and the doctor never got there in time

for any of them. Grandpa couldn't milk, so grandma always milked, and 

and never missed a milking. He died when I was little, 1929 ? I can 

remember three of my great grandmothers but none of my great grandfathers. 

(Aunt Velma)

______________________________________________________

Chadwick side

James Chadwick - m- Catherine Slack &amp; their child

William Wellington Chadwick - m - Nancy Ellen Loren &amp; their child

Grace Lee Chadwick - m- Farrah Carl Murphy &amp; their child

Arthur Bradley Murphy - m- Ethel Irene Carnes &amp; their child

Rachel Leola Murphy - m - Thomas Edward Buxton &amp; their children

      Tina Buxton - m- (1) Gary White (2) Rodger Martin Miller II

      Perry Newell Buxton - m - Mary Lewis

      Rex Bradley Buxton - m - Joy Ann Haber

______________________________________________________

Olmsted Side

Elmer Case Olmsted - m- Louella Alverson &amp; their child

Alice Leola Olmsted - m- John Leonard Carnes &amp; their child

Ethel Irene Carnes - m- Arthur Bradley Murphy

      Velma Victoria Murphy - m - Robert Allan McCall

      Lovett Carnes Murphy - m - Angeline Avenneli

      Rachel Leola Murphy - m - Thomas E. Buxton

Notes of Interest

My Great Grandfather Elmer Olmsted was a triplet, one had red hair, one

had black hair and one had blond hair. No multiple births in our line.

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[corresponds to page 105 of Pages of Our Lives]

                           Murphy Family Tree

Farrah Murphy's

Great Grandparents   William Murphy 1st (50 yrs. old widower married in 1803)

on Father's side        Mary Ball (daughter of John and Lucretia Ball) born about

                        1785. They had Brazzil Murphy

Farrah Murphy's      Brazzil Murphy born 1805, died 1882. Married in 1828

Grandparents on         Rachel Algire (a wealthy Delaware, Oh., girl) 2nd of 5

his Father's side       children (W. K. Algire was her father.) They had Charles

                        Leif Murphy.

Farrah Murphy's     John Adams came from Luzerne Co., Pa. in 1807-1809

Grandparents on          Married in 1825 at Harlem Methodist Church

his Mother's side        Desire Cook, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Benejah Cook.

                         They had Martha Adams.

Farrah Murphy's     Charles Lief Murphy Born Dec. 5, 1835. Died Dec. 25, 1897

Parents                  (62 yrs.) Married Martha Adams born  1835. Died Oct. 11, 

                         1896 (61 yrs). (She came over on Mayflower) They had 9

                         Children. Farrah Murphy was 7th son.

Rachel Murphy's     Farrah Carl Murphy Born 1874 in Condit Oh. Died June 29

Grandparents on her      1966 (92 Yrs) Married March 8, 1900 in Condit, Oh,

father's side            Grace Lee Chadwick Born Oct. 7, 1878 in Sunbury

                         Died April 30, 1960 (81 yrs. 7 mo).

                         they had Arthur Bradley Murphy

Rachel Murphy       Arthur Bradley Murphy Born Jul 25, 1901 in Sunbury, Oh.

Buxton's                 Died Oct. 1, 1962 (61 yrs) Married Aug 29, 1923 in

parents                  Kentucky Ethel Irene Carnes Born Jan. 7, 1909 in Olive

                         Green Died Feb 1, 1987 (78 yrs.)

Grandpa and Grandma Murphy                              My Mom and Dad

[photo]                                           [photo]

[photo caption]                                   [photo caption]

Farrah Carl Murphy and Grace Lee Chadwick         Ethel Irene Murphy (39) and  

Murphy on their 60th Wedding Anniversary          Murphy (46) - Married 25 Years 

                                                  in 1948

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                              My Ancestors

                  Murphy, Chadwick, Olmstead and Carnes

                             Chadwicks:

Murphys:                     James Chadwick

William Murphy 1st           m. Catherine Slack

m. Mary Ball                    c. William Wellington Chadwick

c. Brazzil Murphy               m. Nancy Ellen Loren

   m. Rachel Algire                c. Grace Lee Chadwick

   c. Charles Lief Murphy                        Carnes:*

      m. Martha Adams             Olmsteads:                   Emmett Cotton Carnes                
 
      c. Farrah Carl Murphy       Elmer Olmstead**             m. Emily Melissa Catt    
        
         m. Grace Lee Chadwick    m. Louella Alverson         c. John Leonard Carnes     

         c. Arthur Bradley Murphy    c. Alice Leola Olmstead --- m. Alice Leola Olmstead

            m. Ethel Irene Carnes ------------------------------ c.Ethel Irene Carnes

            c. 1. Velma Victoria Murphy

            c. 2. Lovette Carnes Murphy            My Great Grandma and Grandpa Carnes

            c. 3. Rachel Leola Murphy              [photo]   

Great Grandpa and Grandma Chadwick                 [photo caption]

[photo]                                            Melissa and Emmett Carnes

[photo caption]

William Wellington Chadwick and Nancy Ellen

Loren Chadwick in front of son, Dr. John             My Grandma and Grandpa Carnes

Raymond Chadwick                                     [photo]

Great Grandma and Grandpa Olmstead                   [photo caption]

[photo]                                              Alice Leola Olmstead Carnes

[photo caption]                                      and John Leonard Carnes

Louella and Elmer Case Olmstead

                                 Appendix -106
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                    <text>[page 110]

[corresponds to page 107 of Pages of Our Lives]

[photo]

[photo caption]

the Murphey tree

Written by Grace Chadwick Murphey

Grant E Murphey 6th child of Charles L. and Martha Adams

      Married Hallie Dell Granger Feb. 12, 1896 at Columbus, Ohio

Six children all born on Murphey Road, south of Condit

     Earl Maclin Murphey         Aug 8, 1897

     Merlin Granger Murphey      Sept. 11, 1899

     Charles L. Murphey          Sept. 29, 1901

     Margaret Martha Murphey     Dec. 18, 1903

     Dorothy Mildred Murphey     June 12, 1906

     Ruth Evelyn Murphey         July 9. 1914

     The family record, dating back to 1775, of John and Lucretia Ball

maternal grand parents of Bazzle's father, William Murphey, was destroyed when

the Murphey homestead burned in Feb. 1937.

     Bazzle's Mother, Mary Ball, was the 6th child of John and Lucretia Ball

born about 1785. Bazzle's father, William Murphey came from Millersport near

Buckeye lake, Licking Co., Ohio

     Bazzle was born in 1805 - died 1885 in Delaware, Ohio-Buried on Murphey-

Algire lot in Del.

     Bazzle Murphey and Rachel Algire were married in 1828. Rachel died in

1874 and left 5 children

     Minerva Lin Murphey 1831-1903 72 yrs. 2 sons Frank and Charlie Sinkey

         John Sinkey was her husband.

     Charles Lief born 1836 - 1897 married Martha Adams - 9 children Arthur,
          
         Lovett, Delano, Gertie, Grant, Ernest, Farrah, Cora

     Melinda Ball 1841-1927 86 yrs. never married-kept her father until

                                                              (over)

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[corresponds to page 108 of Pages of Our Lives]

his death 1885

Mary Ann Murphy 1843-1876 Married Abe Adams (Mothe Murphey's brother). No children.

William Algire Murphey 1845 Married Jennie in Texas-one child, Mabel who died at
 
     at 4 yrs. Mabel and her mother lived with Aunt Lin about 1 year.

Charles L. Murphey &amp; Martha S. Adams married Sept. 2, 1858.

Nine children born near Condit, Delaware Co., Ohio.

Arthur Bradley M.- Dec 15, 1860, died June 1898-37 1/2 years.

Lovett Taft M. - Mch 6, 1862 drowned in Alaska Sept 3, 1907 = 45 1/2 years

Delano Abraham M. - Mch 25, 1864 died Aug 29, 1886 (ill 3 days) 22 yrs.

Gertrude M. thrall - Oct 18, 1865, died Ded. 20, 1932 67 yrs. Salt Lake City, Utah

Glenna M. Feb 27, 1868 died Sept. 12, 1868 - 6 m. 6 days

Grant E. M. Feb 17, 1870

Ernest Thornton M. Jan. 1, 1872 died Sept. 12, 1894, 22 years

Farrah Carl M. April 13, 1874

Cora Murphey Oct. 16, 1876 Delaware, Ohio 271 N. Washington St. Cora bought her home 

in 1912.

G. E. Murphey, Grant's oldest son.

Earl Maclin Married Florence Grace Brooking Feb. 13, 1920

     1 son, Bruce Macklin born Feb. 1, 1921-July 1951 Fatally injured in a logging

     accident, Died in a Medford, Oregon hospital. Rudy and her children are her 

     relatives in Oregon. Bruce's parents live at Santa Rosa Calif. about 150 miles

     south of Medford, Ore.

          Bruce married Ruby Zozel Nov. 2, 1940

          Children of Bruce and Ruby Zozel

              Lola Louisa Murphey  Oct 9, 1941

              Rosalie Ann Murphey  Oct. 26, 1942   Born in Oregon

              Jack Maclin Murphey  May 3, 1944

              Mark Roger Murphey   Dec. 20, 1946


Merlin Garnger Murphey married Letha Grandstaff April 23, 1917

      Children

           Nellie Elizabeth Murphey    Nov. 29, 1917 - 3 sons
 
           Earl Dean Murphey           Oct. 21, 1920           

           Phillip Gerald Murphey      Nov. 26, 1922   2 sons

           Robert Lee Murphey          Jan. 1, 1925

           Betty Adell Murphey         Feb 23, 1927    4 children

           Floyd Alva Murphey          March 11, 1933

           
           Nellie Elizabeth Murphey and Harry Niniger

               Paul William Niniger       Mar. 15 1936

               Wendell Harry Nininger     Aug. 23, 1931

               Rollin Frederick Nininger  Nov. 25, 1937


           Betty Adell Murphey married George Small Sept 1944
               
               Evelyn Marie Small         Oct. 13, 1945

               George Richard Small       Sept 23, 1946

               Linda Jean Small           Jan 12, 1949

               John Roger Small           Aug 26, 1950

          
Gerald Murphey &amp; Ardith Hill  2 sons

                            Appendix -108-
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[corresponds to page 109 of Pages of Our Lives]

Charles Lief Murphey married Lena Bush June 7, 1927 - No Children


Margaret Martha Murphey married Virgil English July 1, 1933 at Aunt Cora's

        Delaware, Ohio by Dr. Rollin Walker.

        Divorced

    John Edwin Feb 20, 1936 Columbus, Ohio

    Margaret Susan Aug. 11, 1940 Minnesota

Margaret M. English married Val Anderson  St. Petersburg, Fla.

Val Anderson adopted the two English children, John and Susan

                           
Dorothy Mildred Murphey married Otto Swigert Sept. 29, 1928

     Wanita Mae Swigert Gamson

     Clyde Swigert        Charleston, W. Va.


Ruth Evelyn Murphey married Rolland Davidson June 10,1935  divorced 1946

     one child Joan Davidson

Ruth Davidson married Fred McLaughlin Jan 1947  divorced Aug. 1951

     one child Fred McLaughlin Jr. April 19, 1948 'Mickey'

B. Dec 15, 1960

     A. B. Murphey - Elizabeth Kersher  Married Nov., 1893 at Bowling Green, Ohio

     Died June 1899 Age 37 1/2 years

     one child - Nellie Fern Murphey - born Jan. 28, 1894 - Married Phil Willis

     Toledo, Ohio Aug 2, 1918

         one child Elizabeth Willis died at birth May, 1919


B. Oct. 16, 1865

     Gertrude Murphey - George Thrall 1886 Colorado Springs

     Died Dec. 20, 1932 - age 67 years.

         one child - Edwin Thrall - March 1888 - died about 1912

Later in life Gertrude married a Mr. Brown Salt Lake City, Utah. 1 daughter Ruby 

Brown B. 1906 - She married a Mr. Nathaniels. they had three children, the last 

we heard from them in 1932; when Ruby wrote of her mothers death (Dec 10,)

Gertie was buried in Salt Lake Sity - 67 years old


Second son of Martha H. &amp; Charles Lief Murphey

     Lovett Taft Murphey born March 6, 1862 drowned in Alaska Sept. 3, 1907 

     45 1/2 years

     third son Delano A. Murphey born March 25, 1864 died Aug 29, 1886  22 years

     Ernest T. Murphey born Jan. 1, 1872 died Sept. 12, 1894  22 years

     Glenn Murphey born Feb.27, 1868 Died Sept 2, 1868  6 months 6 days 

                                 Appendix-109
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                    <text>[page 113]

[corresponds to page 110 of Pages of Our Lives]

Pastor of Condit Presbyterian Church by Rev. W. D. Wallace

Farrah C. Murphey &amp; Grace Lee Chadwick MD. Mch 8, 1900 Condit Ohio

I belonged to Condit  Church till after My marriage in 1900. Joined the

church when I was 13.

     Children

     Arthur Bradley Murphey born July 25, 1901

     Daniel Chadwick Murphey born Oct 13, 1902

     Ella Loren Murphey born April 30, 1906

     Martha Adams Murphey  born May 30, 1918


Read by Rev. Lindsay at your marriage service June 6, 1948

     Velma &amp; Allan McCall

         How do I love thee?

         Let me count the ways,

         I love the to the depth and breadth and height

         My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

         For the ends of Being and Ideal grace,

         I love thee to the level of everyday's

         Most quiet need, by Sun and candlelight.

         I love thee freely, as men strive for right. 

         I love thee purely, as they turn from praise:

         I love thee with the passion put to use,

         In my old griefs, and with my childhood faith;

         I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

         With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, 

         the smiles, the tears of all my life

         And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

         Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oldest son of FC &amp; Grace Murphy

     Arthur B. Murphey B. July 25, 1901 &amp; Ethel Irene Carnes B. Jan 9
         
         MD. Aug. 29, 1923 Ky.

         Children

         Infant daughter born Mch. 25, 1925 buried om Trenton Cemetery

         Velma Victoria Murphy born Feb 24,1 1928

         Lovett Carnes Murphy  born Feb. 25, 1931

         Rachel Leda Murphy born Feb. 16, 1933


Velma Murphy married Robert Allan McCall of New Concord Ohio in Condit 

Presbyterian Church June 6, 1948

Lovett Murphy married Angeline Aveneli Feb. 26, 1952 son Joe Bradley born

Feb 27, 1953

Rachel Murphey married Thomas Buxton March 16, 1952

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2nd son of F.C. and Grace C. Murphey 

     Darrell Chadwick Murphey born 13, 1902 married Jan. 29,1927 Eva Ernsitne 

     Zartman  Westerville, Ohio. Lived 1 yr in Licking Co. moved north Sunbury

     near Fargo in Feb. 1929

     Children

     Carl James Murphey born Feb 24, 1929 died Mch. 24, 1929 buried on Murphey 

     lot in Condit Cemetery Trent Tp

     Mary Ellen Murphey born Feb 13, 1931
     
     Frank Richard Murphey born July 22, 1935

     Ralph Ernest Murphey born April 11, 1937

 
oldest daughter of Farrah C. and Grace C. Murphey

     Ella Loren Murphey born April 30, 1906 MD. Mch. 29, 1941 David Lorn Taylor 
     
     Cheshsire, Ohio by Rev. H. Nathan Frederick Franklin, Ind. Condit Church, former

     pastor of Presbyterian

     Children
    
     John David Taylor born Mch. 8, 1943    Jane M. Case hospital Delaware, O.

     Barbara Grace Taylor born Dec 8, 1947       "                    "

     (named for her grandmothers).

     Gracie Barabara

     
youngest child of Grace C. &amp; F. C. Murphey

     Martha Adams Murphey born May 30, 1918 married Oct 16, 1936 Harvey George Elroy 

     born Nov. 27, 1915

     have always lived on Seth Longshores place near Condit Ohio

     Children

     Rose Ela Mc Elroy born June 4, 1937

     Mary Jane Mc Elroy born May 16, 1939

     Donald Harvey Mc Elroy born Sept. 12, 1940 

     James Earl Mc Elroy born Dec. 16, 1944

     Betty Ann Mc Elroy Nov 27, 1946, her daddys 31st birthday

                           Murphy Family History

      Bazzil Murphy left his home and all his money to Ohio Wesleyan University

College in Delaware, Ohio, when he died. His brick home became the first co-op

campus for male students. Education was always central in the Murphy family.

     My Great Aunt Cora Murphy taught religion at Ohio Wesleyan. She lived in

Delaware and often kept college students in her home. My Aunt Ella roomed with

her in order to go to this college. It was 18 miles from Murphy Hill to Cora

Murphy's house in

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                    <text>[page 115]

[corresponds to page 112 of Pages of Our Lives]

Delaware. It took 3 hours by horse and buggy one way when Ella was a girl.

The only available place for Ella to stay was an unheated inclosed porch porch

in Cora's house. One winter night Ella was so cold that she went to stand in

front of the parlor fireplace and her flannel nightgown caught on fire. She got 

it out but it really scared her.

     My cousin, Mary Ellen Murphy also attended Ohio Wesleyan College in 1950. It

cost $1,000 for one year at that time.

[Photo]                      [Photo]                      [Photo]   

[Photo caption]              Rachel Algire Murphy         Rachel Algire Murphy

Bazzil Murphy                wife of Bazzil Murphy        wife of Bazzil Murphy


     The name Bazzil as I wrote it has been spelled many ways over the years on

deeds, etc. It is spelled Bazzel on his tombstone in Oak Grove Cemetery in Delaware,

Ohio.    

     Bazzil Murphey, b. 1803 - d. 1882, m. 1828 Rachel Alguire, b. 1809-d. 1871

They had five children who lived.

     1.  Minerva Lin Murphy (Nerve) B. 1833 - d. 1903, m. John Sinkey b. 1831 - d. 

         1881. they two sons:

         1. Frank Sinkey, B. 1857- d. 1933, m. Mollie condo. They had 3 children

         2. Charles Sinkey, b. 1858-d. 1917, m. Persis Payne. They had 5 children.

            1. Clarence Sinkey, died an Infant

            2. Clell Harris Sinkey, b. 1885 - d. 1976 m. Mary Ethel Case. They had:

               1. Mary Ann Sinkey m William Arter

               2. Fay Elna Sinkey m. Charles Grube

            3. Fern Myrtle Sinkey, b. 1887- d. 1970

            4. Nola Myrtle Sinkey, B. 1890 - d. 1920

            5. John Lewell Sinkey, b. 1897 - d. 1983

     2.  Charles Lief Murphy (Charlie) b. 1835 - d. 1897, m.

         Martha Adams (Matt), b. 1834 - d. 1896. They had 9

         children (see Murphy History)                      [Photo]

     3.  Mary Ann Murphy (mate), b. 1837 - d. 1876, m.      [Photo caption]

         Abraham Adams (Ad), no children                  Mary Ann Murphy Adams

     4.  Melinda Ball Murphy (Linnie) b. 1840-d. 1927 -        1837-1876
      
         never married

                             Appendix -112-
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                    <text>[page 116]

[corresponds to page 113 of Pages of Our Lives]

          5.  William Algire Murphy, b. 1845, m. Jennie. Had 1 girl Mable

              Murphy who lived in Texas.

          In the Adams Family, I found at least 8 children:
              
              1.  Abraham Adams       6.  Martha Adams

              2.  James Adams         7.  Elijah Adams

              3.  Elijah Adams        8.  John Adams

              4.  Calvin Adams

              5.  Loretta Adams

      Bazzil Murphy and all his family and his wife, Rachel Algires' family are

buried in the Oak Grove Cemetery in Delaware, Ohio. A big 25 foot cross monument

in the northwest section, near the north fence of the cemetery arks The Murphy area.

Each grave has a smaller marker.

      My second cousin, William Lynne (Mary Ellen Lynne's son) works at the Oak 

Grove Cemetery.

      Bazzil Murphy's oldest son was Charles Leif Murphy.

Charles Leif Murphy, b. 1835 - d. 1897 married Martha Adams b. 1835 - d. 1896 and 

they had 9 children:

     1.  Arthur Murphy, b. 1860 - d. 1898 at 37 1/2, was a lawyer    [Photo]

         and worked on the newspaper when younger. His daughter      [Photo caption]

         Nellie studied most of her life                             A. B. Murphy

[Photo]          2. Lovett Murphy, b. 1862-d. 1907 at 45 1/2 years

[Photo caption]     was a newspaper editor, speaker, writer, 

Delno Murphy        traveler, and woodsman

                 3. Delno Abraham Murphy, b. 1864 -d. of flu after 3 day illness, at

                    age 22. He wrote for his brother's newspaper in their parent's 
                   
                    home

      4.  Glen Murphy, b. 1868 died of flu at 6 months, 6 days

      5.  Gertrude, b. 1865 - d. 1932, married young and moved out west. May have 

          been in silent movies.

      6.  Ernest Thornton Murphy, b. 1872 died of flu in 1894 at 22 years

      7.  Grant Murphy, b. 1870, was a farmer, trapper, and fisherman and enjoyed

          playing cards.

          Married Hal Granger. they had 6 children:

          1.  Earl Macklin Murphy, b. 1897 - d. May 31, 2001, m. Florence Grace

              Brooking on February 13, 1920. They had:

              1. Bruce Murphy, b. 1921 d. 1951 in a logging accident, m. Nov, 2 1940

                 Ruby Zozel. They had

                 1. Lola Louise Murphy, 1941

                 2. Rosalie Ann Murphy, 1942

                 3. Jack Macklin Murphy, 1944

                 4. Mark Ryder Murphy, 1946

                                  Appendix -113-
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                    <text>[page 117]

[corresponds to page 114 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Newspaper Article]

           2. Merlin Murphy married Letha Grandstaff. They Had
              
              1. Nellie Elizabeth Murphy, b, Nov 29, 1917, m. (1) Nininger and 

                 had 3 sons

                 1. Paul Nininger married Roaslin

                 2. Wendell Nininger married Bessie

                 3. Fred Nininger married Louise Nellie Married (2) John Rich

[Newspaper Article]

              2. Earl Dean Murphy, b. Oct, 1920

              3. Phillip Gerald Murphy, b. Nov. 26, 1922, who had 2 sons

              4. Robert Lee Murphy, Jan. 1, 1925

              5. Betty Murphy , Feb 23, 1927 who married George Small. They had:

                 1. Evelyn Marie Small, 1945

                 2. George Richard Small, 1946

                 3. Linda Jean Small, 1949

                 4. John Rodger Small, 1950
 
                 5. Floyd Alva Murphy, Mar. 11, 1933 [sic 1953]

           3. Charles Murphy married Lenna Granger. they had no children but I 

              remember their 15 pound beautiful cat.

           4. Margaret Murphy married (1) English. They had two children

              1. John English married and divorced. He had 2 daughters and a step

                 daughter. He raised all three girls alone.

              2. Susan English married (1) a man who died of face cancer. They had:

                 1. Pam who was in the Peace Corps 3 years and died young.

                    Pam married and had 2 boys

                 Susan married (2) Vawn. This man had bone cancer. They had:

                 1. Eric who is about 30 years old in 2004

              Margaret married (2) Val Anderson (3) William Gillis

           5. Dorothy Murphy married Ott Swager. They had 2 children:

              1. Clyde Swager who married and had step-children

                                  Appendix -114-
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                    <text>[page 118]

[corresponds to page 115 of Pages of Our Lives]

              2. Juanita Swager married and had an adopted boy

           6. Ruth Murphy married (1) Davison, They had:
      
              1. Joan Mae Davison, b.Oct. 8, 1936.

                 Married (1) Ron McDonnel and had:

                 1. Mike Mc Donnel married and had

                    1. Shad McDonnel - shot himself at 16

                    2. Nicholas McDonnel had downs syndrome

                    3. Michell McDonnel married and has

                       1. Ryle

                       2. Liberty

                 2. Gary McDonnel married and they have:

                    1. Amanda McDonnel

                    2. Brandon McDonnel

                    3. Tony McDonnel

                    4. Derick McDonnel

                 3. Steven McDonnel has no children

                 4. Debbie McDonnel married and has 2 girls

                    1. Push

                    2. Astlon

                    Married (2) Carrel

                 All of Joan's children and grandchildren live in Idaho

              Ruth Murphy married (2) McGlothen. They had:

                 1. Mickey Mc Glothen, b. 1946-d. Jul 29, 1987 in car accident

                    He was an artist

              Ruth married (3) Cartt

     8. Farrah Murphy, b. 1874 -d. June 29, 1966, was a speaker, teacher, farmer,

           raised turkeys and taught men's Sunday School for 20 years at the Condit

           Presbyterian Church

     [Photo]                                     [Photo]

     [Photo caption]                             [Photo Caption]

     Grace and F. C. Murphy behind               Grace and Farrah Murphy 

     Arthur and Darrel Murphy                    seated Ella, Arthur, and 

     Taken at Henry Bevans, Oct 1911             Darrel Murphy


        Farrah Murphy married Grace Chadwick and they had:

        1. Arthur Bradley Murphy, b. July 25, 1901 - d. Oct. 1, 1962

        2. Darrel Chawick Murphy, b. Oct 13, 1902 - d. Sept 29, 1970

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           3. Ella Loren Murphy, b. April 30 1906 - Sept. 15, 1997

           4. Martha Adams Murphy, b. May 30 1918 - d. Dec 18, 1994

       [Photo]                                   [Photo]

       [Photo caption]                           [Photo Caption]

       Grace and Farrah Murphy seated before     Farrah and Grace Murphy

       Ella Murphy Taylor, Arthur Murphy,        60th Wedding Anniversary

       Martha Murphy McElroy, and Darrel Murphy
       
      
       [Newspaper Article]                       [Photo]

                                                 [Photo caption]

                                                 Cora Murphy

                                                 sister of F. C. Murphy

    

       9.  Cora B. 1876 - d. Oct. 21, 1960 was a missionary and college professor

           of the Bible at Ohio Wesleyan College. She never married.


      [Photo image]                              [Photo]

      Cora Murphy, F. C. Murphy and Grace        Cora Murphy on left

      Murphy

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                    <text>[page 120]

[corresponds to page 117 of Pages of Our Lives]


[Photo image]

[Photo caption]

Card received by Cora Murphy when in school in Delaware, Ohio


(Note) Cora Murphy received Bachelor's Degree from Ohio Wesleyan University at the

age of 29 in 1905, Master of Arts at age 31 in 1907, Bachelor of Divinity from

Garrett Biblical Institute in 1925. She did post graduate work at the University of

Chicago, Columbia University and Union Theological Seminary. She taught school at

Jennings Seminary, Aurora, Illinois; Missionary Training School, Cincinnati; Ohio

Wesleyan University; Delaware, Ohio, where she held the position of Associate 

Professor of English Bible.

     (Note) In 1933 at the age of 57, Cora Murphy retired from teaching and became

Director of Men's Co-Operative Residence at Ohio Wesleyan University which was named 

Murphy Hall in her honor.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Card from Cousin Nell, May 15, 1909

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ohio Wesleyan University in Delaware, Ohio, where Cora Murphy taught religion

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Cora Murphy's room at Cincinnati Missionary Training School

     My Dad, Arthur Bradley Murphy, often called Art was a quiet, good natured man

who was never comfortable in good clothes. He wore his overalls with his slip on

leather slippers in the house and knee high rubber boots to the barn. He loved his 

sports, especially baseball which he played in college with the Cincinnati Red 

Socks. He always listened to his ball game on Sunday afternoons.  He liked to 

play horse shoes. He loved eating his pies, baked goods, and his cream on his 

ripe bananas with homemade bread. He never got overweight. He was always ready to 

help with our school work. He died of lympho sarcoma.

                                Appendix -117-
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[corresponds to page 118 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]

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Ethel Irene Carnes, fourth from right in third row School Picture 1922

      My mother, Ethel Irene Carnes Murphy,  was six years older than her brother 

Wilbur Carnes, so she often took care of her brother when her Mom was hanging

wallpaper in someone's home or just outside looking for turkey nests. Mother

liked to cook, so often did the cooking very young. Mother met my Dad in the

Spring of the year and they ran off and got married in Kentucky in August when 

Mom was 14 1/2 years old and Dad was 22 years. Her folks thought they were going

to the State Fair but they came home married. They lived with Dad's parents on

Murphy Hill until Grandpa got the little house fixed up for them to live in west 

and down the hill from them. Mother was a tall thin 128 pound pretty girl when

they were married but later gained a lot of weight when she had Velma. She always 

stayed fairly heavy all her life.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Mrs. A. B. Murphy Age 40, 1949

      My Uncle Darrel was a grain and dairy farmer often using government programs.

He enjoyed hunting and was a good fisherman often going to Canada to fish. He died

when a blood clot got in his heart which was very enlarged, three times normal size.

He also had arthritis.

      Aunt Ernistine was a shoe model as she wore a size 4 shoe. She was a homemaker 

and was known for her delicious hickory nut cakes and excellent canned pickles. She

cracked, picked out and sold hickory nuts in the winter. She died of congestive

heart failure.

     My aunt Ella was school teacher all her life and was principal at Berlin 

School. She loved her music and gave piano lessons in home. She collected period 

dolls and often made doll clothes for them as she enjoyed sewing and making craft

projects. She was active in Berlin Rural chapel Methodist Church. She lost most 

of eye sight the last few years and died from breast cancer at 92 years.

     Uncle David was a farmer and carpenter as Ella and David built their house 

after they were married.

Members of the Condit Presbyterian Church according Ella Murphy Taylor

1. Great Grandpa Chadwick

2. Uncle Raymond Chadwick

3. Grandma Murphy

   Grace Chadwick Murphy
______________________________

1. Great Grandma Chadwick not a member

2. Grandpa Murphy   Farrah Murphy?

                                   Appendix -118-
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Aunt Ella Taylor's Memory Verses Learned at Sunday School

He later worked for the State of Ohio in road construction. He enjoyed playing his 

violin while Ella played on the piano.  They were mild tempered. David died from

Parkinson disease.

      My aunt Martha was a homemaker. She liked to cook, bake and can. She enjoyed

working in her big garden. She loved her flowers. She often worked crossword 

puzzles. In later life she enjoyed traveling with her son, Jimmie, and sometimes 

he would take them to trap shoots (where you shoot at clay pigeons). She died from

lung cancer.

      Uncle Harvey was a farmer and loved his jersey and guernsey cows. He liked 

to work in their garden. He had 4 pet geese. He was a hunter and went on fox drives. 

He also enjoyed his travels with their son. He died from strokes. The last one he

didn't recover from.

[Photo]

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Ethel Irene Carnes Murphy and Arthur Bradley Murphy Wedding August 29, 1923

She was 14 years old and weighed 128 pounds

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[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Arthur and Ethel Murphy at his mother's home on Murphy Hill - 1923

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Arthur and Ethel Murphy when expecting Velma

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ethel, Velma, Arthur Murphy - 1928

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Velma Victoria Murphy, 6

Rachel Leola Murphy, 1

Lovett Carnes Murphy, 3

February 1934

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lovett, Ethel, Velma, Rachel and Arthur Murphy - 1937

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ethel Anderson, Velma McCall, Rachel and Tom Buxton November, 1985 when Mother and

Velma came from Florida to plan Allan's funeral

(1). Arthur Murphy married Ethel Carnes b. Jan. 9, 1909 - d. Feb. 1, 1987 and had 4

children:

      1. Florence Cleo Murphy, b. Mar. 25, 1924 - died after birth

      2. Velma Victoria Murphy, b. Feb. 24, 1928 married (June 6, 1948) Robert Allan

         McCall, b. April 10, 1920 - d. Nov. 5, 1985. He is buried in Trenton Cemetery.

                                  Appendix -120-
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[Photo]

They had no children.

       My sister, Velma, was in the cadet nursing program in 1945 to 1948, getting

her state board in 1950. She nursed in Jane M. Case hospital now called Grady 

Memorial Hospital in Delaware, Ohio and Dade City Hospital in Florida until 1984. 

She now lives in Stockdale in southern Ohio.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ethel Anderson, Velma McCall, Rachel Buxton and Lovett Murphy at Cora Lynn Murphy's

Wedding to Doug McLurg June 13, 1986

      My sister's husband, Allan McCall farmed with his Dad in New Concord, Ohio. 

Then he farmed with my Dad in Sunbury, Ohio. After getting his boilers license, he 

worked as a stationary Fireman at the Delaware Girls' Industrial School. Then he was

a custodian for Hayes High School in Delaware, Ohio

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Rachel Buxton and Velma McCall at Aunt Ella Taylor's - Her dolls on the mantel

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lovett Murphy, Thomas Buxton, Allan McCall, Angir Murphy, Rachel Buxton, Velma 

McCall Christmas at the Buxtons in 1971

[Photo]

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Lovett Carnes in Florida - 1985

3. Lovett Carnes Murphy, b. Feb. 25, 1931 - d. Oct. 30, 1991. He married (Feb 27,

1952) Angeline Mary Avenella, B. Feb 13, 1928 in Pennsylvania.

They have 6 children:

     1. Joseph Bradley Murphy, B. Feb 27, 1953. Married Nancee Edwards, divorced 

        after 1 1/2 years. Joe worked as a tool and die operator at Ranco and 

        North America and also in China for 2 months. He works as a Sunbury 

        policeman and night watchman for the Columbus State Academy. He enjoys 

        his motor bike and hunting in his woods on Murphy. He is very dedicated 

        to his

                                     Appendix -121-

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            nieces and nephews. He is building a new house on the North East

            corner of his woods on South side of Murphy Road.

      2.  Mary Ann Murphy, b. June 3, 1954 married (June 30, 1972) Frank Lee

          Counts, b. Mar. 20, 1952. They have 8 children. 

          1. Micah Rae counts, b. June 3, 1978

          2. Eian Dae Counts, b. Dec. 24, 1980. Married (Oct 30, 2004) Jenna

             Miller, about 1978

          3. Kalyste Fae Counts, b. Jan. 29, 1984

          4. Marek Jae Counts, b. Jul. 20, 1987

          5. Danya Shea counts, b. Jul. 20, 1987

          6. Tamika Mae Counts, b. Nov. 7, 1990 (adopted from Russia)

 Brother  7. Olga D-Nae Counts, b. Jun. 30, 1989 (adopted from Russia)

 &amp; sister 8. Aleksandr Sergae Counts, B. Sept 18, 1990 (adopted from Russia)

      Mary Ann is a registered nurse and taught nursing at Ohio State. she is home

      schooling all of her 8 children. Frank is head of the blood bank at Ohio

      State University.
    
      3. Teresa Irene Murphy, b. June 22, 1955 married (April 18, 1987) Allen Paul

         Rossi, B. Aug 17, 1947. They have 1 child and two from Allen's previous

         marriage:

          1. Alicia Ann Rossi, B. Sep, 1987

          2. Paul Allen Rossi, b. Dec. 7, 1972, married (Oct. 13, 1997)

             Danielle Marie Durand, b. May 15, 1970

          3. Cindy Marie Rossi, B. Sept. 28, 1975, married (June 21, 1998)

             Brian Douglas Teske, B. Aug, 7, 1974

          Teresa is a registered nurse and does out patient nursing and home schools

          her daughter. Al has worked at National Bank in Columbus for 35 years. 

          They are active in their church.

       4. Velma Josephine Murphy, b. Jan 18, 1957 has no children.

          Velma Jo at 13 years old moved to St. Petersburg, Florida, to live with

          her grandmother, Ethel Murphy Anderson. She joined the Army after high

          school graduation in 1975 so has been in the service for 30 years. She

          is a Lieutenant Colonel. She volunteered for the Persian Gulf War in 

          Saudi Arabia where she dispatched trucks. She teaches cadets. She is a 

          life member of the V.F.W. Post 8736. She lives in California where she 

          worked 19 years as a xerox copy machine repair specialist. She enjoys her 

          motor cycle and her cats.

       5. Alice Leola Murphy, b. Dec. 17, 1960 married (Sept 20, 1980) Kurt John

          Schuster, B. June 12, 1957. The have 3 children.

          1. Patrick Quaid Schuster, b. Oct. 7 1990
 
          2. Thomas Christian Schuster, b. Mar. 23, 1992

          3. Daniel Brain Schuster, B. Aug 18, 1995

          Alice moved to Florida after her high school graduation for Sunbury and

          lived with her grandmother, Ethel Murphy Anderson. She became a registered

          nurse, married, had her family and worked in a Florida hospital until 

          they sold their home and moved to Ohio in the fall of 2003. They bought a

          country home with a woods and pond. She is home schooling her 3 boys. Kurt

          works for Ohio State as a physical therapist. The boys stated public 

          school in Centerburg in 2005.

                                   Appendix -122-

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[corresponds to page 123 of Pages of Our Lives]

           6. Cora Lynn Murphy, b. Mar. 22, 1967 married (June 14, 1986) Doug 

              McKenzie McLurg, b. Oct. 5, 1964. They have 2 children.

              1. Jeryn Mckenzie McLurg, b. Oct. 17, 1987

              2. Taylor Lynn McLurg, b. Sept. 1, 1995

              Cora Lynn works as manager of a condominium in Columbus, Doug is 

              manager of Wendys in Sunbury. They live in their country home. 

              Taylor enjoys riding horses and Jeryn likes his chickens.

           My brother Lovett worked for his Dad farming in Sunbury. He worked 

           for the Delaware Farm Bureau at Condit. Then he worked for Griffeth

           Farm Service in Centerburg. He worked Andy Main Trucking at Sunbury

           and also worked Delaware County Highway department. He loved the

           woods. He had a strong temperament that could change quickly. Lovett

           was tall like the Carnes. He died of cancer.

               My sister-in-law, Angie, worked at Van Heusen Shirt Factory in 

               Kane, PA, as a presser for several years before her marriage. Angie

               is 4 feet 11 1/2 inches tall. She is a homemaker and excellent cook.

[Photo]                                       [Photo]

[Photo caption]                               [Photo caption]

Thomas, Rex, Tina, Perry and Rachel           Front: Tom and Rachel, Tina White

Buxton                                        and Rex Buxton

                                              Back:  Perry Buxton and Edward Callan

      4. Rachel Leola murphy, b. Feb. 26, 1933, married Thomas Edward Buxton, 

         b. Dec. 15, 1930, They have 3 children and a step son:

         1. Tina Marie Buxton, b. Dec. 28, 1956, married (1) (Aug. 12, 1978) Gary

            Lee White, b. April 22, 1951. They have 3 children:

            1. Renee Dawn White, b. July 4, 1979

            2. Logan Lee White, b. Aug 1, 1982

            3. Kale Oliver White, b. Sept 20, 1984

            Tina Marie married (2) (June 14, 1997) Rodger Martin Miller, II, b. Feb.

            2, 1969

         2. Perry Newell Buxton, b. Nov 16, 1958, married (July 12, 1978) Mary Jo 

            Lewis

                                    Appendix -123-</text>
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[corresponds to page 124 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]                              [Photo]

[Photo caption]                      [Photo caption]

Natalie Buxton and                   Mary Buxton and daughter Paula

Brandon Cox                          visiting Great Grandfather Wayne 

                                     Buxton in Sarasota, Florida in 1979

[Photo]                              [Photo]

[Photo caption]                      [Photo caption]

Perry N. Buxton                      Paula Buxton and Eric Taylor
     
                                     June 18, 1999


            b. Aug. 9, 1962 they have 3 children.

            1. Paula Marie Buxton, b. Nov.22 1978, married (May 10, 2003)

               Eric Normand Taylor, b. Oct 4, 1977

            2. Natalie Rachel Buxton, b. Sept 22, 1978, married (July 24, 

               2004 Brandon David Cox, b. May 19, 1978

            3. Perry N. Buxton, b. July 28, 1933

         3. Rex Bradley Buxton, b. Dec. 8, 1964, married (June 15, 1990) Joy Ann

            Harber, b. Nov. 7, 1956. They have a son and stepson:

            1. Dakoda Bradley Bunton, b. Sept. 28, 1991

            2. Stepson James Harber, b. Aug 3, 1977, married Ginny Miller, b. 1972

               and have 3 children (s step):

               1. step Caleb Miller, b. Dec. 31 ,1999

               2. step Kyra Ann Miller, B. Jan 24, 2000

               3. Breianna Reane Haber, b. July 25, 2003

          4. Jerry Edward Callan (stepson), b. May 24, 1949 (see Callan History)

      I helped milk our holstein cows for 35 years until we quit milking in 1983.

I keep all the farm and household records. I enjoy sewing, cleaning, record keeping,

exercising and my church work and rest home visitations.

      Tom will always be a farmer at heart. He still works in farm shop, picks up

      rocks, helps move equipment and gets parts and keeps his car, trucks and

      tractors running. He enjoys biking, camping, and just going for a drive.

(2.) Darrel Chadwick Murphy married (Jan 27, 1927 Eva Ernistine Zartman, b. Aug 18

1906. d. Aug 13, 1981. They had 4 children:

     1. Infant son died at birth

     2. Mary Ellen Murphy, b. Feb, 1931 - d. Jan. 2005, of congestive heart failure.

        Buried in Oak Grove Cemetery in Delaware, OH. Mary Ellen married (Dec. 27,

        1953) John James Lynne, B. April 2, 1931 - d. June 10, 1981. They had 4 

        children:

                                        Appendix -124-





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[corresponds to page 125 of Pages of Our Lives]

         1. Michael Jame Lynne, B. Oct. 1, 1954 - d. Dec. 3, 1954 of pneumonia

         2. Eva Jeanette Lynne, B. Dec. 22, 1955, married (1) Charles Wayne Newman

            They have 4 children:

            1. Naomi Ann Newman, b. June 1976

            2. Mandi Newman, B. Jan 1981, married and had

               1. Girl

               2. Boy

               3. Girl

            3. Christine Newman, b. 1989

            4. Brandi Newman, B. 1990

            Jeanette Married (2) Charles Mason

         3. Debra Anne Lynne, b. Sept. 15, 1962 - not married 

         4. William Carl Lynne, b. Jan 7, 1968 - not married

      2. Frank Richard Murphy, b. July 22, 1935, married 9 July 22, 1961) Nancy Ellen

         Grube, b. July 14, 1940. They have:

         1. Michael Richard Murphy, B. Nov. 14, 1964 m. Feb. 2005

         2. Adopted Patrick Stephen Murphy, b. Dec. 6, 1968, Married (April 3, 1992

            Tonya Marie Knight, b. June 17, 1971 (now divorced). They have:

            1. Step Travis Logan Frazier, b. July 26, 1990

            2. Levi Tyler Steven Murphy, b. Oct. 27 1992

            3. Chelsea Marie Murphy, b. Dec. 16, 1998

      3. Ralph Ernest Murphy, b. April 11, 1937, married (Aug. 24, 1962) Mary 

         Kathryn Chapman, b.June 3, 1937. They have 4 children:

         1. Rebecca Lynn Murphy, b. Jan. 3, 1964 married (Oct 24, 1987)

            Raymond LeBlanc, b. July 14,  They have:

            1. Troy Alexander LeBlanc, B. Oct 4, 1996

            2. Rachel Nicole LeBlanc, B. Oct 4, 1996

         2. Elizabeth Ann Murphy, b. Aug 12, 1965 Married (June 26, 1988)

            Robert William Haepfner, b. Dec. 19, 1995
          
            1. Joseph Karl Haepfner, b. Dec. 19, 1995

         3. Robert Gerald Murphy, b. Feb 12, 1968, married (June 20, 2001) Billie

            Jo Schweiterman, b. Oct 22, 1964. They Have:

            1. (step) Justin Smith, b. Feb. 18, 1992

            2. (step) Cindy Smith, b. Mar. 27, 1993

          4. David Ernest Murphy, b. Jan 17, 1969 - not married

(3). Ella Loren Murphy married David Lorn Taylor, b. Aug 30, 1908 - d. Dec. 13, 1984

     They had:

     1. Grace Barbara Taylor. B. Dec 8, 1947 Married (1969) (1) Ronald Bricker

        b. Oct 13, 1946. They had:

        1. Amy Barbara Bricker, b. Sept 4, 1970 m. (2) Dennis Bell on Oct 29, 

           1990

        2. John David Taylor, b. Mar. 8, 1943, Married (Sept 24, 1966) Roslyn Fay

           McReney, b. July 2, 1940. They adopted:

           1. Lori Taylor, b. 1973. she has

                                     Appendix -125-




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                       1. Tasha Nicole Taylor, b. Aug. 28, 1994

                       2. Ellana Lorraine Taylor, b. Sept 29, 2001

                       3. Baby boy in Feb. 2005

(4). Martha Adams Murphy married (Oct. 16, 1936) Harvey George McElory

     b. Nov. 25, 1915 - d. Dec. 30, 2001. They had:

     1. Rose Ella McElroy, b. June 4, 1936, married (June 30, 1963) Robert Lee

        Grove, b. May 25, 1935. They had:

        1. Steven Scott Grove, b. Jan. 31, 1967, married (Nov. 13, 1963) Jennifer

           Gregory Carroll, b. July 26, 1952

           1. (step) Rachel Beth Carroll, B. July 9, 1974

           2. (step) Charity Leah Carroll, b. Oct. 12, 1976

              1. Emma N. Minor, b. Nov. 6, 2001

           3. (step) Amber Nicole Carroll, b. May 21, 1981

              Austin James Bertwell, b. Oct. 20, 1997

        2. Mary Jane McElroy, b. May 16, 1939, married (June 15, 1957) Oscar Vernon

           Jones, b. Mar. 27, 1937. They had:

           1. Jerry Lee Jones, B. November 26, 1957, married (Sept. 18, 1976)

              Darleene Cynthia Shively. They had:

              1. Preston Lee Jones, B. Oct 2, 1977

              2. Jamison Kyle Jones, B. July 29, 1979

              3. Jeremy Ray Jones, Aug. 1, 1983

              4. Stephanie Lynn Jones, b. Oct. 24, 1985

            2. Tami Lynn Jones, b. May 28, 1962, married (May 17, 1997) Samuel

               Edward Hennis

         3. Donald Harvey McElroy, b. Sept. 21, 1940, married. they had:

            1. Homer Eastwood McElroy, b. July 5, 1960, married (Oct 17, 2004) Lisa.

               They have

               1. Ashley McElroy

            2. Donald Harvey McElroy, b. Feb. 26, 1974

               Donald married (2) (June 5, 2002) Maggie Bayonet, b. Mar 16, 1952

               They adopted her 2 grandchildren:

               1. Ceasar, b. Dec. 24, 1996

               2. Marina, b. July 12, 1999

          4. James Earl McElroy, B. Dec. 16, 1944, not married

          5. Beth Ann McElroy, b. Nov. 27, 1946, married Roger Gardner, b. Jan 6, 
        
             1947

             They had:

             1.  Daniel Philip Gardner, b. Sept. 15, 1977 married (Sept. 7, 2002) 

                 Mandy Bowers, b. Nov. 6, 1977

             2.  Emily Diane Gardner, b. May 5, 1980

          6. Brenda Kay McElroy, b. Oct. 8, 1958, not married

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Copy of letter of recommendation:

                                                          Sunbury, Ohio

                                                          Nov. 28, 1935

Dear Sir:

      At the last Advisory Council Meeting of the Scioto Valley Co-operative 

Milk Producers Ass'n. I nominated F. C. Murphy for the director of the

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association.

     I am mailing you this letter to tell you of some of his qualifications

for office.

     Mr. Murphy has kept a dairy in this community for 40 years. He was one

of the Directors of the Sunbury Co-operative Creamery Co. for many years. At

that time it was the largest co-operative creamery in Ohio.

     He has served of the Delaware County School board and the State Farmer's

Institute Force; He has been a teacher for 20 years in the Condit Presbyterian 

Sunday School. As an advisory councilman from the Trenton Local he is familiar 

with all the problems confronting the Association.

      As the Trenton Local has never been represented on the board, I hope you

you give this your consideration. 

                                           Yours Truly,

                                           (signed) Roy Comstock

                                           Advisory Councilman


                        History of Trenton Township

                           by Farrah Murphy

      Just how far back should one begin to write a history? I will begin back

a few million years so none of you will know whether I am entirely correct or not.

      Trenton township is made up geologically of disintegrated fine sandstone

that crops out along Big Walnut Creek at the extreme western side of the Twp. A

few million years ago a great glacier slipped down across the nation of Ohio and

ground the surface rocks and hills into powder, leaving in its wake many granite

boulders. The largest of these in the state can be seen about two miles west of 

South Condit. This disintegrated sandstone and the other accumulations of the

centuries account for the fertility of the soil of the Twp. As you go eastward

this sandstone rock sinks to a depth of 100 to 150 feet. And a few miles farther 

east, the glaciated area ends with a terminal moraine.

      Trenton Township is part of the U. S. Military Lands, lands set aside by

congress on June first 1796 to be given to the revolutionary soldiers as payment

for their services in the war, The townships of the U. S. Military lands are 5 mi. 

square which is much different from the Twps. of the western part of the country in 

the Virginia Military District which was surveyed in a haphazard sort of way to suit

the desire of the settler.

      There are four streams that rise in Licking co. and flow westward across the

Townships. North Fork, Middle Fork and South Fork unite about the middle to form

Rattle Snake Creek which empties into Big Walnut just above the bridge on R. 37. 

Culver Creek  flows across the northern part of the twp. and empties into Big Wal.

just above the new bridge on 3 C.

      The First settlers of Trenton Twp. came mostly from the East and South, 

especially from Penn, New Jersey, and Virginia. Generally speaking , those from 

New Jersey and Penn. were interested in education and religion more than those from

the hills of what is now West

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Va. almost at the beginning they built school houses about every two miles and

churches every for miles. Children could walk only about a mile to school and

the settlers could drive or ride horseback about two mile to church. The result

was seven school districts in the twp. and four churches. There prevailed what we

think of now as foolish sectarian differences that caused little cooperation in

religious matters.

      The first that came built their houses of the timber that stood on the ground

by cutting logs the desired length, notching with an ax the end on one side and

hewing the end of the next log to a "V' shape to fit into the notch so that the logs

fit tightly together, then the cracks were chicked with mud, the roof covered with

poles and split shingles, the fireplace at one end was made from stones gathered 

from the fields or hauled from a nearby creek. when a house was to be erected,

the neighbors all came to the log rolling with their axes and joined together to 

help.

      The next generation built frame buildings when every neighbor bought a pike

pole to the "raising" and they all joined together to put the frame together. Ed 

Post was always invited because he had a tremendous voice, so when he shouted 

"heave" they all heaved."  The free dinner was all the payment expected.

      At first the ox was the main beast of burden. While unbelievably slow they

fitted well into the task of cleaning the fields of trees and logs and plowing 

the stumpy ground. However, the ox became too slow for the second or third 

generation and the horse took its place as the cleared fields increased in size 

and the spring wagon, sleigh, and buggy took the place of the ox cart and sled. 

The first who settled here made their clothes from wild animal hides and moccasins

from deer skins. later the skins of calves and cattle were tanned in Sunbury 

and boots were made for the boys and men and shoes for the women although the 

children were expected to go barefoot from spring until snowfall in autumn. 

(I might add that I spoke my first piece at our "literary" barefoot). The 

frost on bare feet caused them to crack and bleed. The remedy was to wash 

them every night in dishwater. I suspect sometimes the dishpan was used. In 

those days a bathtub had not yet made its appearances in Trenton Twp.

       As these improvements began to appear there came a demand for other 

occupations beside farming. Blacksmith shops, a wagon maker's shop, a shoemaker's 

shop, a saw mill and several stores that sold everything from stick candy to 

tempt the children to dress goods and tobacco to tempt men and women. As I 

remember, Mr. Grove had a blacksmith shop at Vans Valley, Simon Pierson one 

across the creek form his house, Geo. Clark on just across the road from what

is not Trenton Cemetery, one at North Condit. James Hannon had a wagon maker's

shop at north Condit. Thompson Pierson had a boot and shoe shop at the 

intersection of what is not the intersection of the Murphy Road and Highway 605.

The men and boys went to the shop or he came to the home, took the measurement 

of their feet and made leather boots to fit. As I remember I took hickory nuts 

to see him crack them on his calloused knee where he held the boot to drive 

wooden pegs into the soles. He had but one child of his own and she never 

married, but he loved children and used to give me waxed thread for fish lines

when we came to watch him work.

       Many of the building that stand today in the Twp. are a tribute to the 

skill and care of carpenters who build them. Among these are the names of Charles

Ginn, Johnnie Payne, Harry Potter, Geo. Ginn, Chas. Jackson. So far as I know 

Alvin P. Condit had the first sawmill in the Twp. It operated an up and down 

saw by water power a few hundred feet east of this church. The old mill race 

can still be seen there.

       In later years, Truman Culver had a saw mill at Condit Station and Smith 

Ketcham

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one just east of North Condit. I. A. Pierson built the warehouse at Condit. It has 

changed owners many times.

      In the closing years of the last century, my brother, Lovett T. Murphy had

a printing office in South Condit where he published the Trenton Agitator, a weekly

newspaper which had a considerable circulation in the township and the adjoining

part of Del. Co. and Licking Co.

      There was a grocery at Vans Valley corners where Christian Knox sold groceries

and kept the PO which received mail twice a week from Delaware. It was later owned

by Dave and Ben Chase when it burned and Hi Horlocker built a house in its place, 

now owned by Forest Shafer.

      There was a grocery at Condit Station just across the R. R. from the depot 

operated by Henry Alden and later by Harvey Wheaton. It burned. Another grocery at

North Condit was owned by Enoch Condit for many years, later sold to Gorsuch Bros.,

then to Andrew Meredith and then to Wm. Lane. It, too burned. The present grocery

was built by Meeker and has changed hands frequently since its erection. Mary Post

ran a grocery store at South Condit, first with Agitator building, then in the 

present store building just across from the church. It then became the property

of Minnie Ringer who left it at her death to Eleanor Condit. Isaac Payne built a

store and P. O. on the Licking Co. line near the Bethel Church. It was named by

P. O. Dept. McBride. H. H. Cring produced a medicine called Cring's Balm which he 

made in drug and grocery store a stone's throw east of the Condit Church. He kept

a team and wagon busy peddling his balm, extracts and various other medicinal 

products. His sons, George and Henry, usually did the peddling. His store ,too, 

burned Oct. 4, 1896.

      J. A. Caldwell, who lived on the north side of the Sunbury and Croton road

where Geo. Justice now lives helped to make and sell maps and directories of the

Twps. of Ohio and Penn.  There has been a later directory of this twp. made but it 

is not so elaborate as that made by Mr. Caldwell.

      I suppose that what was the first telephone in the county was made just east

of South Condit. The Cring boys had been reading of the experiments made by 

Alexander Graham Bell so they took the heads of a drum their father had brought 

home from the army. One of these they stretched over an opening in the Cring home.

The other they stretched over an opening in the neighboring Potter house. In the 

center of each drum head was placed a rubber button to which was attached a wire

strung on poles along the roadside. By tapping the rubber button with a piece of 

metal like a spoon, the phone was made to ring. A conversation could be carried on

this distance of a quarter of a mile with no battery of electrical attachments.

      The livestock interests of the twp. have gone through four different stages.

In the earlier years, they had to be good travelers. The hogs had to be able to

gather their own food from the mast in the woods, that is the hickory nuts, 

chestnuts and beechnuts but before the advent of the R. R. they had to be able 

to carry their fat on foot over the mts. to Pittsburgh. The same with the sheep

and cattle.

       After the close of the Civil War the livestock farmers turned almost 

wholly to sheep.  Wool sold for $1 a pound. I have been told that Ed Green and

his neighbor, Condit, drove a team and spring wagon to Vermont where they bought

French Merions, a ram and two ewes for $1000 and hauled them back to their farms

east of North Condit. Here they kept the ram much as stallions were later kept. 

The mating fee was about the same. These Merinos increased greatly the quantity 

and fineness of the wool fibre. After the price of wool declined

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until its production ceased to be profitable the farmers turned to draft horses

and some of the best in the state could be found here. Later the tide turned to 

dairy cattle at the time of the establishment of the Sunbury Creamery. At one 

time there were more dairy cows milked between Condit and route 37 than in any 

like distance in Ohio. The creamery built a skimming station at Condit Station

which was run by Lewis Ketcham profitably until its sale to the Nestles Co. 

We are still in the milk production stage but the milk is nearly all sold as 

whole milk in the city of Columbus.

      I have failed to dwell on the two institutions that have had most to do with 

the cultural development of our twp. The churches and the schools. These alone

would require my entire time. They will be presented by another speaker.

      The RR was built across the twp. in the early 1870's. This changed for the

better transportation and the marketing facilities as well as to lighten the tax

burden of real estate. Few taxpayers appreciate the amount of tax that is assessed

against the R. R. I have been told the R.R. Co. pays more for the new H. S. building

in this district than the residents of Sunbury. Condit Station became the shipping

point for most of the live stock as well as the grain sent out of the county. At

threshing time, there could be seen wagon loads of wheat lined up along the road for

a quarter of a mile in front of the elevator waiting to unload.

      I rejoice to be able to say that we have not had a saloon nor a beer parlor in

the last 50 years. The first Grange was organized in the seventies and met in the

the farm homes. It was No. 998. The Del Co. Farmers Mutual Insurance Co. was the 

product of the grange. The Farmers Alliance was organized in the twp. house in the

early nineties.

      Just before the coming of the automobile, an interurban line was proposed from

Westerville through Sunbury, Croton and Centerburg to Mt. Vernon. Several farmers

contributed toward the survey, but the survey was never made. The auto put that out.

      Not the least contribution to the township was that made by W. W. Chadwick who  

began the manufacture of tile just south of Condit Station in 1883. At first he was

in partnership with Dr. VanKirk, but later he bought and operated the entire plant.  

Although his contribution is buried beneath the sod it has contributed immeasurably

to the agriculture of Trenton Twp. for his tiles are laid in nearly every field of

the township.

      We have produced seven preachers, two missionaries, a college president, a

senator, a Judge, several county commissioners, three doctors, 3 dentists, an author

of considerable fame, three editors, several nurses and, as I remember, two convicts 

to the pen. Trenton twp. has produced few military leaders. Not of lack of ability,

but because the township was bought off from the draft during the Civil War. Perhaps

I should mention the name of Mr. Hoover's brother, Guy who rose to prominence and

Mac Murphy who was second in command of the Iowa as it sailed into Tokyo, Japan.

     I would like to name four or five who have contributed to the music lovers of 

our twp.  Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Knox taught singing schools and Mr. Knox taught a 

brass band at Condit while Mrs. Knox gave music lessons to many. Smith Ketcham, 

a graduate of Boston Conservatory of Music, taught and led the Condit choir for

many years. Later Mrs. Grace Condit, Miss Carrie Wilson took over the leadership

in Condit and then Mrs. Wilson in Vans Valley. Some of the songs we sang, not in

church, were "Over the Garden Wall", "The Girl I Left Behind Me," "In the 

Gloaming", "Will You Be My Sweetheart", "Where Did You Get That Hat?" and "Annie

Laurie".

      Women! Thus far I have mentioned mainly the men, but beside every man who has

contributed anything worth while there has been a loving, devoted, righteous woman

who has

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encouraged and inspired him to nobler and better achievements. I could mention

many but I shall name only four -- Aunt Cal Armstrong, Aunt Jake Condit, Aunt Mary

Condit, and Marian Rice. To quote Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "They talk about a woman's

sphere as if it had a limit. There's not a place in Earth or Heaven, there's not

a task to mankind given, there's not a blessing or a woe, there's not a whisper

"yes" or "no", there's not a death, a life, a birth, not a feather's weight of 

worth without a woman in it."

     I know that when I begin to recall the names of families I shall leave out 

some that should be recorded. But I shall let my memory roam back through the years 

and bring to mind those who have been brave and strong, loving and helpful, upright 

and just. Lives that have been an inspiration to those who have followed them so

that our township is a good place to make a home and raise a family of children. 

Names of those who have left few or none to carry on their traditions. The only 

record of their lives is a name and two dates on a marble slab or piece of granite

in the cemetery and there their strength and beauty of character not indicated by

the size of their monument. There comes to mind Armstrong, Bailey, Barton with the

club foot, Burrel, Bricker, Brown, Carpenter, Condit, Condo, Clark, Cring, Culver,

Cook , Chadwick, DeWolf, Dawes, Davis, Downing, Domigan, Duckworth, Farris, Forwood,

Gorsuch, Grove, Green, Hannan, Hite Huff, Harroun, Horlocker, Irwin, Jacobus. 

Ketcham, the sweet singer Knox, Knerr, Leak, Lewis, Meredith, McNeely, Miles, 

Owings, Payne, Pierson, Potter, Post, Perfect, Preston, Ringer, Rice, Sinkey, 

Sunderland, VanDorn, VanKirk, VanHouten, Walker, Whitney, Wilson Wheaton, Williams, 

Wylie.

      In closing let me carry you back to my childhood days when I used to come here

let me carry you back to my childhood days when I used to come here and saw the 

crowds that came here to church, especially on Sunday evening, when every boy took

his best girl to church. First because it was the custom, but mainly because there

was no place else to go. May I paraphrase a few  lines from the great epic poem.

              Like the leaves of the forest when autumn is green

              That crowd with its banners on Sunday was seen,

              Like the leaves of the forest when autumn has blown

              That crowd with its banners lie withered and gone.

              For the angel of death spread his wings o'er the blast

              And breathed in the face of the crowd as he passed."


                        About Land in Trenton Township

                              by Farrah Murphy

       Trenton Township is the part of the U.S. Military Lands. Lands set aside by

Congress on June 1, 1796 to be given to the Revolutionary soldiers as payment for 

their services in the war thirteen years after the war ended. The township of U. S.

Military Lands are 5 miles square which is much different from the townships of the

western part of the country of the country in the Virginia Military District which

were surveyed in haphazard sort of way to suit the desire of the settlers. The 

Revolutionary War 1775-1783.

                            Fond Scenes of My Childhood

                 "How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood

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                    When fond recollections present them to view"

                    The Orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood

                    And every loved spot which my infancy knew."

       F. C. Murphy, age 90 3/4, while lying in bed at the Ferris Nursing Home in

January, 1965, recalls the scenes of his childhood.

       First in importance is pond where I played with my older brothers in and on a

flat bottomed boat which Father had made by Charley Payne. We would paddle around 

the pond in the boat, and then turn it over and dive from it, spending any carefree

hours. Sometimes we would wade in the mud on the shallow east side where the Calamus 

grew. We pull up a plant at a time and eat the tender inner shoot. Only a calamus 

eater knows the flavor of this delicacy.

       Of course, fishing, and trapping and skating were also happy experiences on

the pond. The young people would come from miles around for skating parties, and

we learned to be good skaters. I was still skating on the pond after passing my 

85th birthday. I often used the same skates of my youth which fastened to my shoes

and boots with screws.

      The second scene which comes to mind is of the sand hole south of the road

near the path we used to take to the sugar camp. As father had sold sand here, a

large hole had been made as it was scooped out of the hillside by the by the wagon

load. Here we played at catching toads, which were imprisoned in the pit. We

would capture crickets and flies to use as lures for the toads and watch the snap

of their tongues as they caught the insects offered them.

      In early spring the sugar camp called us, where we not only helped bring in

the sap and keep the great fire roaring, but we also had our "sugaring off" parties.

      When I was about 12 years old my older brother, Lovett printed a paper, a

semi-monthly news called "The Agitator". It was in the south upstairs bedroom where

my brother had the printing press and taught me to set type. I suppose it was due 

to this experience and also the fact that my older brothers, Arthur, Lovett and 

Delano were news writers which let me to have an ambition for writing. I have 

satisfied that desire by writing numerous stories and speeches and a full length 

religious and historical novel. The latter I accomplished with the help of my wife, 

Grace, after I was three score years and ten.

      I remember well the first flock of ducks I so tenderly raised. One spring my

cousin, Charley Sinkey, gave me a duck and a drake and I was happy as I had wild

dreams of raising a large flock. After a few days an owl caught my duck and drug the 

remains across the pond. I cried and cried and after Charley heard of it, he laughed

at me and made a lot fun over it. Soon he brought me another of his ducks and my 

project was again in full swing. This time I kept the mother shut in the "Buggy 

Shed" until she had laid her egg for the day, then I would let her out for a while.

She Hatched a dozen beautiful fluffy ducklings. I cared for them with great pride as 

they were all mine. This was only the first big enterprise in poultry raising.

       Of course I had great fun sled riding on our own hill, but my greatest 

pleasure came when we slid on the snow at the Condit School yard. I was eleven years

old and the little girl who usually rode with me was eight. Her name was Grace 

Chadwick. It was then that I fell in love with her, a devotion which lasted for 

three quarters of a century. I was called "Frog" and she was called "Frog's Girl".

The name was attached to me one day when I was jumping up and down. Someone said 

"You are a toad". I replied, "No I'm a Frog." That nickname

                                      Appendix -134-





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stuck. My brother, Grant, was called "General" and Ernie was called "Captain".

     Cora and I had two very close friends in our neighbors who lived on what

is now know as the Frank Williams Glaze place. Minnie and Herman Ringer either

passed the summer afternoons with us or we with them.

     Thus we grew up endearing ourselves to the pond, the sand pit, the woods,

the printing room, the school yard, our own back yard, and a path to and from

our neighbors' door. These are the most loved and the fondest scenes of my

childhood.

                                                 F. C. Murphy

                              Farrah C. Murphey

                          Written by Ella Murphey Taylor

Farrah C. Murphey, who may best be remembered for his having suggested the name

"Big Walnut" for the Sunbury School District, lived for the greater part of the

last 100 years - 1874- 1966. He lived in an age of change from horse and buggy 

days to automobile to supersonic space travel to the  moon.


His maternal grandparents, Desire Cook and John Adams, were two of the first

white children in Harlem Tap. - lived during the greater part of the previous 

century and also experienced tremendous changes. They came with their parents,

Mr. &amp; Mrs. Benejah Cook and Mr. &amp; Mrs. Adam Harlem Twp. from Luzerne Co.

Pennsylvania, in 1807-1809. Desire Cook at 4 years of age rode in a wagon pulled

by Owen to the forest Duncan Run where she and her parents lived in a wigwam 

until they could clear the trees and build a cabin. Both the Cook and Adam children

experienced the rugged life of clearing the forest, building  cabins, making 

clothing, driving as far as Chillicothe for salt, living on wild foods such as 

turkey and raccoon and protecting themselves from Indians and wild beasts.


In 1825 F. C. Murphey's grandparents were married and built a cabin back of the 

lot where the Harlem Methodist Church now stands. For 150 years their descendants

have played as children on the hillside behind the church.


Farrah Murphey, the 7th son of Martha Adams Murphey and Charles Murphey, was born

and raised in a brick house atop "Murphey Hill" in Trenton Twp., the highest spot

in Delaware County. There he and his younger sister, Cora were encouraged much by

their mother who had been a teacher before marriage. They also profited greatly 

from their older brothers who were well educated and had many good books. Two of 

these brothers published a newspaper called "The Agitator". it was from this 

experience that  Farrah practiced writing and reading throughout his lifetime.


Mr Murphey went to the Trenton Special School at Condit where he received a better

education than many of our youth do today in high school. He along with others,

had a beloved teacher named Russel Bennett who taught 9 grades and had over 45 pupils.

Some of these were older than the teacher who was past 25 years of age. Following

grade school, Farrah went for one year to Ohio Wesleyan College then continued his

education at Ohio State University. At this time the University was in an open field

on the edge of the city of

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[corresponds to page 136 of Pages of Our Lives]

Columbus.


During his early years. Mr. Murphey taught school at North Condit. He recalled a

very effective tonic which he administered to his pupils when they feigned illness

so that they could skip school. He mixed a mixture of Quinine, Castor Oil, a touch

coal tar, a drop turpentine, and Cring's Balm (very hot) and it was very effective.


In 1900 Farrah Murphey married Grace Chadwick who's father owned and operated "The

Condit Tile Mill" - Grace taught school in "The Perfect School" and the little red

school house still stands on the old C. C. C. Highway East of Sunbury.


This couple lived and worked very hard on the 240 acre farm where they specialized

in Jersey cattle as well as raising sheep, hogs, horses, turkeys and chickens. To 

them were born four children, Arthur, Darrel, ("Pat"), Ella (Mrs. David L. Taylor) 

and Martha (Mrs. Harvey McElroy).


From young manhood Mr. Murphey was interested in Grange work and community affairs.

He served as Master of the Condit Grange for many years and helped organize other

granges in the County. For this he was honored in 1949 much to his pride and 

pleasure.


In 1918 he helped form and become the secretary of the first Co-operative elevator

in Delaware county at Condit, Ohio. This was a tremendous undertaking an caused Mr.

Murphey and Mr. Charles Comstock a few sleepless night but the venture did  succeed

they were proud of their organization.


Mr. Murphey was always progressive, especially in education, and early advocated

consolidation of the county schools with the Sunbury district. This, with some 

difficulty, was finally accomplished.


F.C. as he was often called, was a member of the County Board of Education for 14

years and it was at this time that the Sunbury New's Editor, Mr. Oatfield Whitney, 

was hunting for a name for the present school district. He asked Mr. Murphey if he

had any ideas and he replied "Big walnut Creek flows through the district so let's

call it Big Walnut" and that became it's name.


Besides farming Mr. Murphey enjoyed traveling and lecturing. In 1926 he and his 

sister Cora, who was a Bible professor at Ohio Wesleyan University, traveled 

through England, Europe, and the Holy land and I suppose this was the high light 

of his life as he never ceased to talk of his experiences there. He gained much

information which he used in Farmer's Institute lecturing and in writing.


He, along with his wife's help, wrote a full length religious novel after they

reached the age of 70, however it was never published.


Mr. Murphey also used his knowledge gained in "The Holy Land" in teaching the Men's

Bible

                            Appendix -136-
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class of the Condit Presbyterian Church. This service he enjoyed and performed for

over 20 years.


Although a busy man, Farrah C. Murphey was a good neighbor and father. He always 

had time to play with his children, whether it was a walk in the woods, a game 

of horse shoes of croquet, a trip to the Hartford Fair, or a skating party on the 

pond. We had daily devotions in the home and discipline at times. Church and 

school functions were never neglected and we were encouraged to read good books 

and learn all that we could. He offered higher education to his children if they

desired to take advantage of it.


You see, Farrah Murphey made an indelible impression on my life as he was my father.

I would like to add that my father could not have accomplished what he did, had 

it not been for a very self sacrificing and devoted Christian wife, Grace Chadwick 

Murphey.

                             Written by Ella Murphey Taylor


[Photo]                                         [Photo]

[Photo caption]                                 [Photo caption]

Four generations                                Lovett Murphy Family-1966

Mother Tina, Great-Grandmother Murphy Anderson  From: Velma Jo, Angie, Alice, Lovett

holding Renee (1 year), Grandmother Buxton      Back:Teresa, Mary Ann, Joe


[Photo]                                   [Photo]                  [Photo]

Lovett's Family in 1976                   Velma Murphey McCall     Rex Buxton

Back Row: Alice, Teresa, Velma Jo, Joe    Age 45 - 1973            November 1983

Murphey and Frank Counts

Front: Cora Lynn, Angie, Mary Ann Murphey

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[corresponds to page 138 of Pages of Our Lives]

                     Chadwick and Loren Family Tree

Grace's Great       Jeremiah Loren I born 1780 in Connecticut died in New

Grandparents on Mom's    York, married Catherine Clark born and died in New

Father's side            York. they had Jeremiah Loren II


Grace's Great       Robert Montgomery married Mary Elizabeth Young in

Grandfather on Mom's     Pennsylvania. They had Charity. Robert died in Ohio

Mother's side            soon after moving there when Charity was 7 years old.


Grace's Grandparents  James Chadwick from London England. Born 1792, died

on her Dad's side        1854 (62 yrs). Married 1831 Catherine slack of Ashley

                         born 1812 died 1858 (46 yrs). They had

                         William Wellington Chadwick (11th and last child)


Grace's parents       William Wellington Chadwick Born Oct 12, 1854. Died

                          Mar. 17, 1922 (67 yrs.) married Mar. 16th, 1876 in

                          Sunbury Oh, Nancy Ellen Loren Born Feb. 11, 1854

                          Died June 3, 1940 (86 yrs.) They had Grace Lee

                          Chadwick. She was the oldest of six children.


Rachel Murphy Buxton's   Farrah Carl Murphy Born 1874. Died June 29, 1966 (92

Grandparents on her       yrs.) married Mar. 8, 1900 at Condit. Grace Lee Chadwick

Father's side             Born Oct.9, 1878 Died April 30. 1960 (81 Yrs. 7 Mo.).

                          They had Arthur Bradley Murphy, the oldest of 4 children.


Rachel Murphy's       Arthur Bradley Murphy Born Jul 25, 1901 in Sunbury Oh.

parents                   Died Oct. 1, 1962 (61 yrs.) is buried in Trenton Cemetery.

                          Married Aug 29, 1923 in Kentucky, Ethel Irene Carnes.

                          Born Jan 7, 1909 in Olive Green Oh. Died Feb. 1, 1987 (78  

                          Yrs.)s buried in Trenton Cemetery. They had Rachel Leola  
  
                          Murphy, youngest of 3 children.

                      
                       Rachel Leola Murphy Born Feb. 26, 1933 in Sunbury Oh.

                          Married March 16, 1952 at Condit Presbyterian Church

                          Thomas Edward Buxton Born Dec. 15, 1930 in Croton,

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[corresponds to page 139 of Pages of Our Lives]

                                    Loren History

by Rachel Buxton using 1870 and 1900 U. S. Census Delaware County, Oh.,

        and Grace Murphy and Ella Murphy's writings


       Charity Montgomery was 7 years old and her brothers 9 and 5 years old in 1830 

when her Dad, Robert Montgomery, moved his wife and 3 children to Knox County, Ohio 

from Green County, Pennsylvania. Shortly after this move he died. Mary Elizabeth

Montgomery and 3 children soon settles in Harlem Township, Delaware County, Ohio,

buying 160 acre farm in 1933. Charity's Mom lived the rest of her life on this farm

homestead. She did marry much later Charles Oldham of Harlem Township and they had 

Nancy and LaAmie Oldham (Charity's two half sisters).

Copy of Record from Family Bible:

                                Marriage

                           Charity Montgomery

                                 and

                           Jeremiah Loren 11

                             March 14, 1840

                          by Daniel Hunt, J.P.

                          at the residence of

                           Charles B. Oldham

      In Franklin county, at age 16 years and 4 months, Charity Montgomery, my

great-great grandmother married 35 year old widower Jeremiah Loren II whose 31

year old wife, Mary Elizabeth Wright and infant had died 5 months before leaving 

him with 6 children: Peter 16 years, Rachel 11 years, Archibald 8 years, Sibbie 

7 years, Catherine 5 years and Pamela (Millie) 3 years old. This young woman took 

on a heavy load of work. They had 13 children.

     1. Infant Loren. 1-31-1840, New Albany, Ohio died at birth

     2. Mary Elizabeth Loren, B. 12-18-1843, New Albany, OH, d. 19 months

     3. Second infant son B. 2-6-1843 in New Albany, Oh died at birth

     4. Theodore F. Loren, B. 2-6-1845 in Harlem Twp. Delaware Co., Oh, D. 4 years

     5. John Wesley Loren, B. 11-30-1847 in Harlem Twp, D. 11-15-1931, 81 years

     6. James Myers Loren, B. 11-30-1849  in Franklin Co., OH, D. 2-9-1936, 86 years

     7. Lucretia Ann Loren, B. 11-17-1851 in Franklin Co., OH, D. 10-31-1913, 64 yrs.

     8. Nancy Ellen Loren, B. 2-11-1854 in Harlem Twp., D. 6-23-1940, 86 years

     9. Jeremiah Clark Loren. B. 1-6-1856 in Harlem Twp., D. May 1937, 81 years

    10. Rebecca Jane Loren, B. 1-31-1858 in Harlem Twp., D. 3-26-1940, 82 years

    11. Dora of Isadore Loren, B. 12-24-1860 in Harlem Twp. D. 2 years

    12. Eva Rose Loren, B. 4-18-1863 in Harlem Twp., D. 9-14-1946 83 years

    13.  Josephine Agusta Loren, B. 8-31-1865 in Harlem Twp., D. 5-21-1947, 81 years

       Charity had a hard life having a child about every 2 years and losing so many 

children. Infant baby son died in 1840, 2nd infant son died in 1843, Mary Elizabeth 

died at 19 months in 1843, Theodore died at 4 in 1849, Archibold (stepson) died at

21 years in 1853 and Isadore (Dora) died at 2 years in 1862.

       They were hard working farmers and helped Charity's mother on her farm which

they later bought and their last child August Loren was born in the homestead farm 

house in 1866.

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[corresponds to page 140 of Pages of Our Lives]

   Loren History as Assembled by Grace C. Murphy

     Jeremiah Loren who was born Aug. 8, 1805 near Hoboken, New Jersey. His

parents died when he was a small child. His mother's maiden name was Clark. He

was reared by an old lady whom he always called "Granny" McCloud. He married

Elizabeth Wright in New Jersey in 1826 when she was 18 and he was 21.  Three

children were born in New Jersey - Peter, Archie and Rachel - then the family 

moved to Ohio, Franklin Co., Plain Tp. There Sibbie (1833), Catherine and Millie 

and an infant were born. The mother and infant and Archie born (1832, died at the

age of 21) are buried in Plain Tp. Cemetery. Elizabeth Wright Loren died in 1840.

In a few years Grandfather Loren married our grandmother, Charity Montgomery. 

Four of her children, Theadore (4 yrs.), Mary Elizabeth (19 mos.) and two infants

are buried in Plain Twp., Franklin County Cemetery.

      Uncle Clark Loren had a fence built around the lot a few years before he

went to Florida in 1935.

      Rachel Loren (b. 1830) - Mrs. Jonathan Stauffer had four children

           Abner Stauffer never married

           Loma Stauffer Nettleton's oldest son, Charles Nettleton, 1877

           Martha Wood, three children

           Mary Budd (Sherman Budd) no children

      Sibbie Loren (b. 1833, d. 1896) married Rev. Uriah Wambaugh. 1 son, Uriah 

           Loren Wambaugh. My grandma Loren kept Loren W. while his mother learned

           the milliner's trade. Loren W. was Aunt Jennie's age. He and his mother 

           lived in Center Village, Harlem Twp., where she had a shop. He married

           a Center Village girl. All of his later life he lived in Angola, Indiana.

           Sibbie died 1896.

      Catherine (b. 1835) married William Orendorf of Center Village who died 1900.

           Sons Charley, Joie, and Frank. Daughter, Addie M. (Frank) Green. (married

           later in Calif.)

      Permelia 'Millie' Loren (b. 1837) married Joe Rarick who died in 1922, of 

           Westerville, Ohio. Ruchie, Allie, and a younger daughter, Janna Jackson,

           1 son, Willie Rarick. Uncle Joe and Aunt Millie are buried in Fancher 

           Cemetery. Hannah Jackson lived with Grandma Loren 1 year while her 

           husband, Charley, went to England to claim a family inheritance. There 

           were five Jackson children: Willie, Nellie, Jessie (Mrs. Fred Forgraves),

           Robert, the youngest.

       Peter Loren (b. 1825) Jeremiah Loren's oldest went to Missouri and married

       Betsy Ann Powers there. I, (Ella M. Taylor) remember grandma Chadwick telling 

       how the children watched their brother, Peter, come over the hill as he 

       returned from the Civil War. I believe she was about nine years old at that 

       time. Peter's wife was Betsey Ann Powers - 6 children, sons, Will Loren and

       Sam Loren. Peter's wife was Betsey Ann Powers - 6 children, sons, Will Loren

       and Sam Loren. Peter's daughters Manda Loren Combs, Mary Loren Rech, Minnie  

       Loren who died age 10 of snake bite, and Allie Morrison. My Mother, Ella 

       Loren Chadwick, visited Uncle Peters in Centralia, Mo., in 1875. Allie 

       came home with mother and stayed in Ohio 1 year. Uncle Peter visited in 

       Ohio in 1885 or 86.

Charity Montgomery (Grandma Loren)

       Mary Elizabeth Young Montgomery - our great grandmother, moved Green Co.,

Penna. soon after the death of her husband, Robert Montgomery (about 1830) with 

three small

                                 Appendix -140-


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children -- John, 9, Charity, 7 and Myers, 5. She settled in Harlem Twp.,

Delaware Co., Ohio. Bought 160 A. near the Hunt Schoolhouse and lived

there till her death. Then her daughter, Charity, and her husband, Jeremiah

Loren II, bought the place. Their youngest child, Gussie, was born there in 

the old homestead, Aug 1865. Aunt Eva (Mrs. C. D. Wigton) was born on the 

county line road 1 mile from the Hunt schoolhouse April, 1863, Ella, 1854, 

Clark 1856, Dora 1860 (2 Yrs.) Jennie 1858 were born where John Triplett

lives (1950) south of the Hunt schoolhouse. Theodore (4 yrs.), Mary Elizabeth

(19 mos.), John 1847, James 1849, and Lucretia 1851 were born in Plain Twp.

Franklin Co., Ohio

[Newspaper clipping]

[Caption]

Mrs Charitt Loren's Obituary in 1892


     Mary E. Young Montgomery married Charles Oldham of Harlem Tp., a number

of years after she come to Ohio. By him she had two daughters, Nancy and LaAmie.

Nancy married Hiram Cockrell and they had four daughters, Mary and Millie died. 

LeAmie Cockrell married Lake. I knew one of her children, Aimee lake, in Sunbury

High School. She lived with James Cockrell.

     LaAimie Oldham married Whitney -- "Big Dave" first marriage. One child, Tiny

Whitney. They are both buried in Green Hill Cemetery, Johnstown, Ohio. Pictures

of Tiny and her father are set in the monument. Sister Goldie went to see the

stone about 1940.

          Taken from slips of paper in old Chadwick Bible:

            Jo Ann Sinkey (Harold's) 12-10-40, Goldie Sinkey's grandchild

            Ruth Elizabeth Sinkey (William's) 1-31-43, Goldie Sinkey's grandchild

            John David Taylor (Ells's) 3-8-1943, Grace Murphy's grandchild

            Paul Richard Sinkey  (Harold's) 8-17-'43, Grace Murphy's grandchild

            John Wm. Sinkey (William's) 5-20-47, Goldie Sinkey's grandchild

            Grace Barbara Taylor (Ella's) 12-8-1947, 1 daughter, Amy B. 9-4-1970

            Brenda Kay McElroy (Martha's) 10-8-1958, Grace Murphy's grandchild

            Elsie Bierbower, daughter of James Cockerell Bierbower, Columbus, Ohio

became an actress with the stage name of Elsie Janis. Her mother travel with her 

when they left the of "El Jan" in Columbus, Ohio. After her mother's death, she 

married in New York state. Elsie had one brother, Percy Bierbower, who drowned 

while crossing the Atlantic.

     LaAimie Oldham Whitney married, second marriage, Joe Eubanks and had one 

son, Percy Eubanks, born 1871.


Marriages taken from Chadwick family Bible

     Nancy Ellen Loren (d. 6-23-1940) and William Wellington Chadwick (d. 3-17-1922)
      
     Grace L. Chadwick, (d 4-30-1960) and Farrah C. Murphy (died June 29, 1966)

           Married Mar. 8, 1900 at Condit, Ohio

     W. Garfield Chadwick and Edna B. Patrick m. July 4, 1901 at Galena, O.

                                Appendix -141-
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         Goldie M. Chadwick and Gail Sinkey married M. 16, 1913 at Galena.

             Gail died 6-27-1916. Goldie died 11-20-1946

         J. Loren Chadwick and Goldie Ethel Hartsough married Nov. 17, 1921 at Newark.

         John Raymond Chadwick and Mary Ruth Utley m. June 20, 1923 at Sunbury, O. He

             died 11-8-1961. John Raymond Chadwick. Jr. died 11-24-1924, age 5 days.

         Grandson Arthur B. Murphy married Ethel Irene Carnes 8-29-1923 in Ky.

             He died 10-1-1962, age 61.

         Darrel Chadwick Murphy and Eva Ernestine Zartman married 1-27-1929 in Ky.

Births: William W. Chadwick 10-12-1854 Died 1922

        Ella Loren Chadwick 2-11-1854 Died 1940

        Grace Lee Chadwick 10-7-1878 Died 1960

        W. Garfield Chadwick 10-12-1880 Died 1967

        J. Loren Chadwick 11-15-1887 -

        Goldie Mae Chadwick 7-20-1891 Died 1946

        Mildred Eulalie Chadwick 2-17-1894 Died 11-11-1986

        John Raymond Chadwick 9-8-1896 Died 1961

Children

    (Grace's) Arthur B. Murphey B. 7-25-1901

              Darrel Chadwick Murphey 10-13-1902

              Ella Loren Murphey 4-30-1906

              Martha Adams Murphey 5-30-1915

    (Garfield's) Doris L. Chadwick 7-31,1905

              Thomas Charles Chadwick 8-21-1907 Died 6-27-1940

              Maxine Chadwick 10-18-1920

              Edward Dean Chadwick 5-5-1925 Died 7-9-1926

     (Goldie's) William Daniel Sinkey 2-26-1914

              Harold Chadwick Sinkey 2-29-1910 Died Jan. 1973

     (Lorens) Paul Frederick Chadwick 10-3-1922 stayed with Murphy at 5

                   last heard from him 1930

     (Arthur's) Velma V. Murphy (A. B. M's daughter) Feb 24, 1928

     (Darrel's)  Carl James Murphy (D. C. M's son) 2-14-1929 to 3-24-1929

                Mary Ellen Murphy (D. C. M's daughter) 2-13-1931- to 1-9-2005

     (Arthur's) Lovett Carnes Murphy (Arthur's son) 2-25-1931 to 10-30-1991

                Rachel Leola (Arthur's daughter) 2-26-1933

     (Darrel's) Frank Richard (DM) 7/22/35

                Ralph Ernest 4/11/37

     (Martha's) Rose Ella McElroy (Martha's) 6-4-1936

                Mary Jane McElroy 5-16-1939

                Donald Harvey McElroy 9-21-1940

                James Earl McElroy 12-16-1944

                Betty Ann McElroy 11-17-1946

                Brenda Kay McElroy 1-8-1958

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                        Chadwick Family History

James Chadwick 1st, B. 1792-d. 1864 at 62 years, married August 11, 1831

Catherine Slack, b. July 17, 1812 - d. May 10, 1859 at 47 years. They had 10 

children:

    1. Sarah Chadwick B. 1832, D. July 1912 (80 years) married William A. Wigton

       they had 7 children.

    2. John Chadwick, B. 1834, D. 1899 (65 years) Married Irene Page. They had 3

       children

    3. Margaret Chadwick, B. 1838, D. 1910 (74 years) Married Alfred Morehouse. They

       had 3 children

    4. Mary Chadwick, B. 1838, D. 1914 (76 Years) Married Edward Wipple. They had 5

       children

    5. James Chadwich 2nd, B. 1840 married Charlotte?. They had 1 daughter.

    6. Joseph Chadwick, B. 1842. Married Barbara Benow. They had 4 children. They

       built a house near Ashley, Ohio 

    7. Nancy Chadwick, B. 1844 Married Nathaniel Frost. They had 1 son.

    8. Marian Chadwick, B. 1846 Married Moroe Vance. They had 2 children

    9. Lottie Chadwick, B, 1851 Married George Wigton, they had one adopted daughter

   10. William Wellington Chadwick, B. 1854, D. 3-17-1922 (67 years), Married Nancy

       Ellen Loren, They had 6 children.

       1. Grace Lee Chadwick, B. 1878 - taught school at Condit before marriage D.

          April 30, 1960 (82 years).

       2. William Garfield Chadwick, B. about 1880 lived in Linden, a northeast 

          section of Columbus, OH

       3. James Loren Chadwick, B. about 1887 lived at Condit Married 11-17-1921 at

          Newark, Ohio, Goldie Ethel Hartsbough. They had one son Paul Frederick

          Chadwick, B. 10-3-1922. Paul lived with his Aunt Grace Murphy the winter 

          of 1927-28. Paul left Murphy Hill April 1928 to visit his mother in 

          Dayton, Ohio. Later he went to Pittsburg, PA. Grace heard from him last 

          in 1930. She said he was the nicest little boy she ever knew.

       4. Goldie M. Chadwick, B. 1891, taught school in Youngstown, Ohio, for 23 

          years. Goldie married Gail Sinkey, the son of William Sinkey who built

          our house on Roberts Road near Croton, Ohio. Goldie died suddenly of an

          embolism at age 55 years in 1946. They had:

              1. William Sinkey

              2. Harold Sinkey

                    William married Margaret?. They had

                        1. Ruth Elizabeth Sinkey, B. 1-31-1943

                        2. John William Sinkey, B. 5-20-1947

                        3. Betsy Sinkey She married Guckeyson

                    Harold married Sadie. They had:

                        1. Jo Ann Sinkey. B. 12-10-1940

                        2. Paul Richardson Sinkey, B, 8-17-1943

          5. Mildred Chadwick, B. 1893, D. 2 1/2 years

          6. John Raymond Chadwick B. 1896 was a minister and president of Iowa

             Wesleyan University

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                    <text>[page 147]

[corresponds to page 144 of Pages of Our Lives]

NOT IN THIS TREE

Grace married Farrah Carl Murphy, b. 1874- d. 1866 (92 years). They had:

                    1. Arthur Bradley Murphy, b. 1901 - d. 1962

                    2. Darrel Chadwick Murphy, b. 1902 - d. 1988

                    3. Ella Loren Murphy, b. 1906 - d. 1988

                    4. Martha Adams Murphy, b. 1918 - d. 1994

             (continued in the Murphy Family History)

      Sarah Chadwick, eldest child of James and Catharine Slack Chadwick was born

near Ashley, O. Aug. 27, 1832. She was the oldest of ten children, five have 

preceded her in death. She was united in marriage William A Wigton June 23, 1852.

Seven children were born to them two dying in early childhood. The husband and

father passed on April 18,1813 leaving her with care of five young children. She

was a most devoted mother never happier than when ministering to her children. 

She united with the Berkshire Methodist Church under the pastorate of Rev John 

Whitworth.  When she was able to go, she was always found in her place in the 

church and took an interest in all the work of the church. she was a good neighbor

and as long as health and strength permitted was ever ready to lend a helping 

hand in sickness.

     Grandma Wigton passed from us Sunday morning July 28, 1912 at the Old Home near

Sunbury where she had spent the great part of her married life having lived on the

same farm nearly 55 years. Two sisters, two brothers three sons, two daughters and

seventeen grandchildren are left to mourn.

     Her influence as a kind and loving mother and as a consistent Christian still

lives. You all knew her. Her pure and noble life tell more words. The pall bearers

were W. L. Wigton, M. D. Wigton, Eurolus Wigton, Vernel Wigton, Garfield and Loren

Chadwick.

     Sarah Chadwick Wigton is the sister of Grandmother Murphey's father, W. W.

Chadwick.

     Chadwick Family for the Sunbury Bicentennial

     W. W. Chadwick's father, James, came as a young man from near London, England 

and settled close to Ashley, Ohio. Here he met and married Catherine Slack in 1831. 

To this union were born 11 children, William Wellington being the youngest who 

arrived a few months after his father's death in 1854. Within 4 years time his 

mother also died so W. W. as he was called, went to live with his oldest sister, 

Sarah, wife of Mr. A. Wigton. The Wigton's lived on a large farm a short distance

west of Sunbury. This farm was bought by the Cochran family about 1918.

     Not far from the Wigton home was that of Jeremiah Loren family, and as was 

fairly common in those days, young people found their mates nearby.  Three members

of the Loren home married three from the Wigton household, one of them being the 

marriage of W. W.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Nancy Ellen Loren Chadwick

Grandma Murphy's Mom

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                    <text>[page 148]

[corresponds to page 145 of Pages of Our Lives]

Chadwick to Nancy Ellen Loren, a young teacher, in 1876

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

William Garfield, Goldie Mac, James Loren and John Raymond behind

Grace Lee (Rachel's Grandmother) Nancy Ellen Chadwick and William 

Wellington Chadwick (Rachel's great grandparents)


      The young couple moved to Sunbury and lived in the old Letts Property here

their first child, Grace Chadwick was born in 1878. when she was 2 years of age 

her father and mother built a new house close to the R. R. Station at Condit.

Nearby on the west side of the road W.W. Chadwick built a tile mill where he 

manufactured tile throughout his lifetime. He died in 1922.

      Grace Chadwick, along with her younger brother, Garfield, attended Sunbury

High School in the City Hall Bldg. where Grace graduated in 1898 in a class of 6 

girls. In this group were Maggie Wilson, [Mrs. Dr. Gerehardt,] Grace Schaffer,

[Mrs. Milton Utley] Grace Chadwick [Mrs. F. C. Murphy], Edna McVey, Mrs Pearl 

B. Cocharan and Bertha W.

      Grace taught school for two years at "the Perfect School" on the old CCC

highway, then in 1900 married Mr. F.C. Murphey who was also a teacher at that

time. They lived on the Murphey homestead where they raised 4 children - Arthur,

Darrel - better known as Pat, Ella (Mrs. David L. Taylor) &amp; Martha (Mrs. Harvey 

McElroy.)


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Grace Chadwick Murphy

[Photo] 

[Photo caption]

Grace Chadwick Murphy


      The second Chadwick child, Garfield, became the Secetary of Treasurer of

the Sunbury Creamery which stood where the Nestle plant now stands. Garfield was 

a "whiz" in mathematics and could add in his head two columns of figures faster

than the new adding machines of that time. His children, Doris and Charles

attended Sunbury schools before going to Columbus.

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The third Child born to Mr. &amp; Mrs. W. W. Chadwick was Goldie, a redhead,

who after two years at Ohio Wesleyan University, married Gail W. Sinkey.

In three years time Gail died leaving his wife with two small sons to raise.

She taught school until her death in 1946, two years were taught in the 

Sunbury High School in the early thirties.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Gail Sinkey, the little Boy in Picture of house, who married Goldie Chadwick

Rachel's Great Aunt

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Goldie Chadwick Sinkey, wife of Gail Sinkey whose Dad built our house on Roberts

Road

  
      The next Chadwick child was Loren Who served in World War I and helped run 

the tile mill with his father.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]  

James Loren Chadwick Grandma Murphy's brother


      The youngest son, John Raymond Chadwick, grew up at Condit and also became a  

teacher before attending O.W.U. where he graduated Magna Cum Laude in 1920. At the

age of 14 Raymond had lost his right hand at the tile mill, but instead of letting

this tragic accident ruin his life, he was strengthened by it and compensated by

making very good use of his mind. He became a minister of the Methodist Church and

President of Iowa Wesleyan College for 10 years prior to his death.

       In June, 1923 John Raymond Chadwick was married to Mary Ruth Utley, teacher

in the primary grades at Sunbury School. Ruth was a great help to her husband as a 

minister's wife and together they spent their lives helping to educate young people.

       Mr. W. W. Chadwick, who owned and operated a tile mill at Condit from 1880-1920,

was well known throughout the county for his fine tile which still drain.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Grandma Murphy's Brother 

Loren, Garfield, Raymond Chadwick

                                     Appendix -146-


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                    <text>[page 150]

[corresponds to page 147 of Pages of Our Lives]

acres of our farm lands. He was a hard working, honest, and generous man. Many a 

"hobo" came to his door for a handout and he never went away hungry. Many friends

and neighbors left their horses in his barn while the took the train to Columbus 

or other destinations.

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[Image caption]

Great Aunt Ruth Chadwick's Father

      Ella Chadwick, William's wife, also worked from dawn til dark baking, 

cleaning, sewing, and of course canning and making apple butter. She was a 

meticulous person about everything she did-her appearance, her lawn with a 

white picket fence, her house with a beautiful parlor which was used mainly 

for entertaining the minister, and even the papered outhouse at the end of 

a well kept grape arbor. She was a beautiful seam-stress and made clothing 

for the entire family. She also loved to sing the old songs of her youth as

she had attended Singing School at Center Village. Ella Chadwick trained 

her children will in morals, concern for others, and in learning all that 

they could from books.

     Both Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick were devout in their religion and usually 

attended the Methodist Church whenever services were held there. Mr. W. W. 

Chadwick also attended the Condit Presbyterian Church and usually kept 

peppermint losingers in his vest pocket for a restless grandchild during 

the service. (I, Ella Murphey Taylor, sat beside my grandpa and had many 

a peppermint treat.)

[Image]

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[corresponds to page 148 of Pages of Our Lives]

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[Image caption]

Grandma Murphey's Father

     The Loren and Chadwick families all had good minds of which they were rightly

proud, and they passed this heritage on to their descendants.

                                           W. W. Chadwick's Obituary

                               Goldie Sinkey Obituary

                       Hartford News article dated Nov. 28th, 1946

                              in the Johnstown Independent.
     
     Mrs. Goldie Sinkey, 55, widow of Gail Sinkey. A former resident of this 

community, died at her home in Youngstown Tuesday evening, Nov. 19th and the 

following relatives from this community survive. Daisy Davidson of Centerburg,

Mr. &amp; Mrs. Chell H. Sinkey, Miss Fern Sinkey, Miss Vinnie Sinkey attended the

funeral services conducted by Rev. Raymond Chadwick of Allience Michigan. The

funeral was held at the Presbyterian church in Condit last Saturday afternoon 

and the burial service in the Trenton Cemetery. 

     
[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Rachel with the bulk milk tank for of 

milk - 1974


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Thomas Buxton Farm - 1982


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tom Buxton and Gator, October 2005


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tina, Perry and Rex with steer pool calves for

Hartford Fair - 1974

                                   Appendix -148-

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                    <text>[page 152]

[corresponds to page 149 of Pages of Our Lives]

                    Carnes and Olmsted Family Tree

Rachel's Murphy's   Emmitt Cotton Carnes, b. about 1849-d. 1929 or pneumonia

Great Grandparents    married Emily Melissa Catt b. 1884 - d. 1936. Both buried in

on her Mom's          East Liberty Cemetery. They had 12 children:

Father's side            1. John Leonard Carnes, b. Aug. 18, 1882 - d. 1941

                         2. Elmer Carnes (oldest)

                         3. Lenna Carnes

                         4. Bell Carnes

                         5. Edith Carnes

                         6. Mable Carnes

                         7. Frank Carnes

                         8. Clarence Carnes

                         9. Luther Carnes (youngest), b. about Nov 1893 - d. 1946

                        10. Mandy Carnes

                        11. ? Carnes

                        12. ? Carnes

Rachel Murphy's    Elmer Carl Olmsted married (June 15, 1878) Louella Jean

Great Grandparents  Alverson.

on her Mom's        They had 7 children:

Mother's side            1. John Francis Olmsted, b. 1880 - d. Nov. 1947

                         2. Alice Leola Olmsted, b. 1885, d. 1936

                         3. William Robe Olmsted, b 1883 - d. 1957

                         4. Elbert Ray Olmsted, b. 1891

                         5. Hettie Dell Olmsted, b. 1895

                         6. Charles Dewey Olmsted, b. 1898

                         7. Olive Lucille Olmsted, b. 1903 - d. Dec. 13, 1979

Rachel's         John Leonard Carnes, b. 1882 - d. 1941 married Alice Leola

Grandparents on     Olmsted, b. 1883 - d. 1936. both are buried East Liberty

her Mom's side      Cemetery. They had 2 children:

                         1. Ethel Irene Carnes, b. Juan. 9, 1909 - d. Feb. 1, 1987

                            Buried in Trenton Cemetery.

                         2. Willbur Willis Carnes, b. Feb. 2 1915 - d. Jan. 29, 2002.

                         Buried in Evergreen Cemetery at Waverly, Ohio. He

                         married Mary Conklin and they had 1 child

Rachel's Parents  Ethel Irene Carnes married (Aug. 19, 1923) Arthur Bradley

                      Murphy, b. Jul 25, 1901 - d. Oct. 1, 1962. Both are buried in

                      Trenton Cemetery. they had 4 children:

                         1. Florence Cleo Murphy, b. Mar. 25, 1924 (died after

                            birth)

                         2. Velma Victoria Murphy, b. Feb. 24, 1928

                         3. Lovett Carnes Murphy, b. Feb 25, 1931 - d. Oct 31,

                            1991. Buried in Trenton Cemetery

                         4. Rachel Leola Murphy, b. Feb 26, 1933

                                         Appendix -149-</text>
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                    <text>[page 153]

[corresponds to page 150 of Pages of Our Lives]

My Family:      Rachel Leola Murphy married (Mar. 16, 1952) Thomas Edward

                   Buxton, b. Dec. 15, 1930. they have 3 children:

                   1. Tina Marie Buxton, b. Dec. 28, 1956

                   2. Perry Newell Buxton, B. Nov, 16, 1958

                   3. Rex Bradley Buxton, b. Dec 8, 1964

                   4. Stepson Jerry Edward Callen, b. May 24, 1949

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Emmett Carnes, Luther Carnes, John Leonard and his wife, Alice Leola Carnes

                  Emmitt and Melissa Carnes Family History

     Emily Melissa Carnes, my great-grandmother, was a strong, small petite woman

The doctor was never able to arrive on time to help with the birth of her 12 

children and she never missed milking her cow as grandpa could not milk.

     Great-grandfather Carnes was a strong boy who wanted to join the army. He

was allowed to join the Civil War (1861-1865) at 16 since he could throw this big

disk far enough. He was stationed in Brownsvill, Texas. He returned from the war,

was married and ran a timber business and horse business and raised 12 children.

In his horse business he would buy cheap draft horses (work horses) or plug horses 

(ones not fed or taken care of) get them in better condition and sell them for a

profit. He was a red haired triplet with the other two being blond and dark haired.

                                   Appendix -150-</text>
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                    <text> [page 154]

[corresponds to page 151 of Pages of Our Lives]

Emmitt Cotton Carnes, b. about 1849 - d. 1928 of pneumonia, married Emily Melissa

Catt, b. 1884 - d. 1936. both are buried in East Liberty Cemetry. they had 12 

children:

      1. John Leonard Carnes, b. Aug. 18, 1882 - d. 1941

      2. Elmer Carnes (the oldest child)

      3. Lenna Carnes

      4. Bell Carnes

      5. Edith Carnes

      6. Mable Carnes

      7. Frank Carnes

      8. Clarence Carnes

      9. Luther Carnes (the youngest child), b. about Nov. 1893 - d. 1946

      10. Mandy Carnes

      11. ? Carnes

      12. ? Carnes, Vedia's mother who died young of T.B.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

John Leonard Carnes and grandson, Jon, - 1940


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

John Leonard Carnes


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Alice Leola Olmsted


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

John Leonard and Alice Leola Carnes


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Farm where Wilber Carnes was born


      (1). John Leonard Carnes, b. 1882 - d. 1941 married Alice Leola Olmstead,

           b. 1884 - d. 1936. Both are buried in East Liberty Cemetery. They had:

           1. Ethel Irene Carnes, B. Jan 9, 1909 - d. Feb. 1, 1987. Buried in 

              Trenton Cemetery.

           2. Wilbur Willis Carnes, b. Feb 2, 1915 - d. Jan 29, 2002. Buried 

              in Evergreen Cemetery.

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                    <text>[page 155]

[corresponds to page 152 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber Carnes at home in Bell Center, Ohio


Grandpa Carnes had a housekeeper named Fannie after his first wife died and before

he married (2) Hariet Vogelsang in 1939. He hung himself in the barn while I was 

staying with them when I was 8 years old. I was sent to the neighbor's and Dad got 

me the next morning.

      (1) Ethel married (Aug. 29, 1923 in Kentucky) Arthur Bradley Murphy, b. Jul 25, 

          1901 - d. Oct. 1, 1962. They had 3 living children (in Murphy History)

      (2) Wilber married (1938) (1) Mary Conklin, d. Mar. 1972 from cancer. They had

          1. Jon Carnes, b. Mar. 25, 1938 - d. Jul. 6, 2004 Buried in South Salem 

             Cemetery. Jon married (1968) Jenna Randsdell, b. 1939. They were both

             school teachers and active in farm Bureau, school and church. Wilber 

             married 1973 (at Johnstown, Ohio) Sarah Woodruff, b. Sept. 13, 1924. 

             They had both lost their spouses in 1972 and met at the bank where 

             Sarah was working in Waverly, Ohio.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber, Mary and Jon Carnes


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber Carnes (my Mother's brother) and his car


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber Carnes with seatbelt he designed


      Wilber Carnes installed the 1st seat belts in the cars and trucks where he

worked at Atomic energy plant in Piketon, Ohio. He was a 52 year member of the Moose 

Lodge.

                                  Appendix -152-</text>
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                    <text>[page 156]

[corresponds to page 153 of Pages of Our Lives]

      (2). Elmer Carnes married and Charles who lived in Toledo, Ohio. He also had

           a girl named Voleta. He was a diabetic and had one leg off.

      (3). Lenna Carnes married Emmitt Mathews I. They had 5 children:

           1. Ralph Mathew married Dorothy

           2. Elbert Mathews married Vera Olmsted (In Olmsted History)

           3. Emmitt Mathews, II married (1) Blanch, (2) Edith. He had by 1st wife:

              1. Kenneth Mathews
     
              2. Clarence Mathews

           4. Edith Mathews

           5. Hazel Mathews married Virgel Ralson. They had

              1. Leta May Ralson

              2. Udell Ralson

              3. Boy Ralson

      (4). Bell Carnes married (1) Hicks and they had

           1. Charles Hicks
 
           2. Clara Hicks

           Bell married (2)Browning who was a Major in W. W. II. They had

           1. Homer Browning who was in army Special Forces in Vietnam War

           2. rose Browning married ? and had

      (5). Edith Carnes married Price

      (6). Mable Carnes married Mort Sherman and they had

           1. Maynard Sherman married Helen Shafer. They had

              1. Robert Sherman married and had

                 1. Robert Sherman, Jr.

              2. William married Sharon and had

                 1. Ryan Sherman

                 2. Jason Sherman

              3. Nancy Sherman married Larry Kolmer and had

                 1. Melody Kolmer

                 2. (boy) Kolmer who lives in California

           2. Gordon Sherman married Margaret Watson. He soon went to W. W. II

              and died in Italy. He was a tail gunner on a B24 bomber.

           3. Ronald Sherman, b. 1919 and lived in Centerburg, Ohio. He married

              Patricia Willis. They had:

              1. Susan Sherman, b. Nov. 11, 1943 and lives in Galena, Ohio

              2. Jim Sherman, b. Oct 10, 1949. He is a farmer and has a mail route. 

                 He  married Denice Merise. The had:

                 1. Robert Sherman, b. Dec. 24, 1979.

                 2. Thomas Sherman, b. June 1985

            Ronald Sherman had diphtheria in the winter if 1929 when he was 10 years

            old. He recovered OK but they were quarantined for 3 months when his 

            mother Mable Carnes Sherman and sister tested as carriers of diphtheria.

                 They could not sell their milk or eggs so they made ice cream with 

                 their extra milk and eggs so they wouldn't go to waste. They used

                 1 1/2 dozen eggs and 1 1/2 gallons of cream and creek chipped ice 

                 to make their ice cream in their hand cranked ice cream freezer.

                 They put ice around the metal container

                                         Appendix -153-

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                    <text>[page 157]

[corresponds to page 154 of Pages of Our Lives]

               holding the cream mixture, and as it melted as you turned the

               crank handle, the ice cream froze. They ate a lot of rich ice 

               cream that winter.

               
               They had plenty of food to eat as they had their canned fruit and

               vegetables from their garden and orchard and their milk. They

               butchered their beef for meat. 


               His mother, Mable, did not go to her father's Emmitt Carnes, funeral

               but did get to view him through the window. He died of pneumonia the

               same winter when they were all quarantined in 1929.

       (7) Frank Carnes married and had Harold and a girl named Bessie. Frank was

           a farmer who milked cows.

           He married his (1) wife. They had Bessie and Harold then a little girl who

           died in a car accident and his wife became overly religious in 7th Day

           Adventist Church.

           
           He married (2) Pearl and she was a spiritualist and this also did not

           last.


           He married his (3) wife from Michigan. He also had (4) wife. He lived 

           with his brother Luther and his wife on their farm during the Depression 

           years in 1929 and had Lydia Bowser as a girl friend. He died of a stroke.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Frank Carnes and his wife


       (8). Clarence Carnes married (1) Merle VanSickle, a maiden lady who had 2 

            brothers Clarence and the 2 brothers all worked with the horses and

            cattle on the same farm. Each farm could defer one man from serving in

            World War I. Merle would not let 2 brothers go so Clarence went to war.

            The brother brought Clarence's animals real cheap thinking he might not

            come back but he did. Clarence would not buy his animals back at the 

            high price the brothers wanted so he left Merle.

            
            Clarence married (2) Mary Waldron, an old maid school teacher. She was 

            very smart bit odd. She did not keep things very clean or cook very well

            and had a little dog in the house but she was fun to be around. They had 

            a hired man who nearly died from eating her tainted cherry pie.


            
            Clarence got so upset one day when he came home from town and found all

            his beer was gone that his face turned beet red. He had bought several

            cans of beer and had it cooling in the barn water tank for the harvest

            workers coming soon. While he was gone, Ben Grooms, another hired hand.

            was so hot while he was working that Mary told him to go out to the barn

            and get a cold beer. He drank
               

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[corresponds to page 155 of Pages of Our Lives]

           them all. Lucille Conklin was visiting them, then, when a girl, and

           it scared her that he might hit some one but it didn't bother Mary. 

           She said, "Just let him cool down, and he will be alright."


           After Mary died, Clarence had a heart attack when his niece Wilma Carnes

           was a senior in high school as she remembers visiting him in the  

           hospital. His roommate was a Mr. Harrington, Edith, Mr. Harrington's 

           wife, visited them often. Later after her husband died, Clarence married

      (3) Edith Harrington. Her Personality was prim and proper, - just the opposite

          Mary. Clarence was a farmer in Olive Green.

(9). Luther Carnes, b. about Nov. 1893 was the youngest in the family. D. in 1975 by

     hanging himself. He married (1.) Nellie Lucille Lane who died in 1946. The had

     1. Edward Wendall Carnes, B Jan. 24, 1929

     2. Wilma Lurene Carnes, b. April 3, 1934 

     Luther married Lillian Searles in 1949. Luther was a dairy farmer who milked 

     Jersey cows. He made pets out of them. He bedded them knee deep with straw 

     every day. In the winter he had to break the creek ice so the cows could drink 

     when he turned them in to the pasture as had no water in the barn.


     Wendell Carnes remembers when he was about six years old, his Dad Luther was 

     working in the haymow and accidentally stuck the pitchfork in his knee. It 

     became infected, blood poisoning set in and later gangrene so his Dad finally

     went to the doctor. Dr Ihle wanted to amputate his leg but Luther said he 

     would die first so a treatment was prescribed. It did heal and his leg was 

     saved.

     [Photo]

     [Photo caption]

     Luther and Lillian Carnes

     
     [Photo]

     [Photo caption]

     Wendall Carnes and Wilber Carnes


     Luther and Clarence Carnes were in the same camp in the army in World War I. 

     Luther was very ill with pneumonia. A doctor thought Luther was dead and laid

     him out with the dead bodies. Clarence came looking for his brother and found

     him,


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber and 1st Cousin Wendall Carnes

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                    <text> [page 159]

[corresponds to page 156 of Pages of Our Lives]

       there, still alive. He got treatment for him which saved his life.

       (1) Wendell married Pat Boyd in 1956 for 4 1/2 years. Wendall was a pilot

       for 27 years. He had cancer in 2003. He is very active in Methodist Church

       in Cardova, Tennessee. He is now (2004) building a new house in Lakeland,

       Tennessee.

       (2) Wilma Carnes married Thomas Charles Myers in 1960. They had:

           1. Victoria Lynn Myers, b. Jan 21, 1960

              Vicki married (1) Scott Hughes about Feb. 1990

              Vicki Married (2) Lew Gerrick in 2002

           2. Jackie Lee Myers, b. Oct. 11, 1961

              Jackie married (1) Randy Warner in 1992

              Jackie married (2) Gary Covert in 2000

     twins 3. Donald Patrick Myers, b. May 9 1964

              Donald married Feb. 24, 1996 Clare Heilig Gress. They had:

                  1. Lillie Ann, B. April 18, 2003, D. May 4, 2003

                  2. Ellie Marie, b. June 10, 2004

           4. Ronald James Myers, b. 1964. He is not married.  
 
(10). Mandy Carnes Married (1) Francis Nutt senior. they had:

      1. Francis Nutt, Junior who was a farmer.

         Francis married and had:

         1. Boy

         2. boy

(11). _________ Carnes

(12). Mother of Vedia who married Reginal and had:

      1. Audry

      2. Boy

      Vedia's mother died of T.B. when young. She also had a sister who died of T.B.

One of the Carnes sisters hung herself

Two of the Carnes brothers hung themselves.

                              Jon Carnes

                   (Rachel Murphy Buxton's 1st Cousin)

      My first cousin Jon Carnes was the only child of Wilbur and Mary Carnes. He 

was born March 25, 1939 and died July 7, 2004 at the age of 65. His dad Wilbur 

Carnes, my mother's brother died June 29, 2002 at the age of 87. Jon's mother 

died of cancer in March 1972. Jon graduated from Delaware High School before his 

folks moved to Waverly, Ohio where Jon finished his education. Jon Married Jenna 

in 1968 and taught 4th grade and sometimes 5th and 6th grades for 26 years while

Jenna taught juniors and seniors in high school. they were very active in Farm 

Bureau and school

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Jon Carnes-1959

                                       Appendix -156-

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                    <text>[page 160]

[corresponds to page 157 of Pages of Our Lives]

programs as they both loved working with children yet had no children of their

own.

      They were members of Concord Presbyterian Church where Jon was an Elder.

The both taught Sunday school and loved to sing at the quaint 200 year old Church

near Frankfort, Ohio.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Jon Carnes in Arthur Murphy's 1941 car

      Jenna discovered she had Multiple Sclerosis which gradually grew worse. She

continued to teach even though confined to a wheel chair for a wile. Later she was

confined her bed. Jon continued to care for her at home with the help of a neighbor

couple who had lived in the trailer next door for 11 years. They had helped Jon for

8 years with Jenna's care by coming over twice a day to assist with bathing and

feeding. On Friday, July 2, 2004, the neighbor come over as usual and found Jon

unconscious. He was taken to Grant Hospital in Columbus, Ohio where he died 5 days

later. He had suffered extensive internal bleeding from a massive stroke in his 

brain.

      Pastor Todd Thomas had Jon's funeral as he had been his minister for the last

5 years. Jon was buried at South Salem Cemetery. Afterwards, family and friends 

gathered at the church for lunch.

      Jenna was taken on Monday July, 12 2004 to Calcutta Heath Care in East Liverpool,

Ohio to be near her life long girl friend Judy Miller.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wilber, Jenna and Jon Carnes - 1973

                                    Appendix -157-
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                    <text>[page 161]

[corresponds to page 158 of Pages of Our Lives]

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Delaware , O. Gazette  Monday, May 23, 1966

Veteran East-County Residents Recall Porter 'Devil's Strip'


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                    <text>[page 162]

[corresponds to page 159 of Pages of Our Lives]

                              Olmstead Family History

      The Olmsteds came from Sweden and inter married with Germans. They moved to

Pennsylvania and then came to Ohio in a covered wagon. All of the Olmsteds were

short and heavy sit. A lot of Olmsteds are buried in Blendon Corners Cemetery near

Westerville, Ohio.

      Emily Jane, the mother of Elmer Case Olmsted, weighed about 300 pounds and 

had red hair. A special casket was made and couldn't get it through the church door.

They took her to the cemetery, buried her and came back and had the service. She

was Welch heritage.

      Elmer Case Olmsted, born in 1855 married (June 15, 1878) Louella Jean Alverson.

        They had seven children:

        1. John Francis Olmsted (Uncle Frank), b. 1880 - d. Nov. 1947

        2. Alice Leola Olmsted, b. May 19, 1885, d. 1936

        3. William Robe Olmsted (Uncle Will), b. 1883 - d. 1957

        4. Ebert Ray Olmsted (Uncle Ray), b. Oct, 1891

        5. Hettie Dell Olmsted, B. Jul 21, 1895

        6. Charles Dewey Olmsted (Uncle Charles), b. Nov. 28, 1898

        7. Olive Lucille Olmsted, B. Mar. 24, 1903 - d. Dec. 13, 1979, buried in

           Bloomfield Cemetery.

       (1). John Francis Olmsted married (Aug. 19, 1903) (1) Mary Blanch Irwin. 

            They had 3 children. He married (2) Ethel Peet.

            He was  a missionary for 17 years, part of the time in Africa where

            he was president of the college.  Vera and Elise were born in Africa 

            before his wife got sick and they came back to the U.S. Virgel was born 

            in the U.S. and 16 yrs. old when his Mom died.

            1. Vera Lenor Olmsted, b. Jan. 4, 1907. she was a nurse.

               Vera married (July 17, 1930) Elbert Mathews. They had 4 children:

               1. Francis Louis Mathews, b. Dec. 23, 1927 - d. June 10, 1947 by

                  drowning.

               2. Richard Eugene Mathews, b. - died of over medication for seizures

               3. Phyllis Anne Mathews, B. May 24, 1931 - D. Jan. 10 , 1976 married

                  (1) Roberson (2) Don See

               4. Marilyn Josephine Mathews, Sept. 10, 1932 - d. married Henry See

            2. Elsie Irene Olmsted, b. Mar. 16, 1909

               Elsie Irene married (Nov. 29, 1933)

                   Lincoln McKinley Garfield Cox

                   b. Aug 9, 1901 - d. Aug 8, 1989. they Had 1 child

                   1. Ruth Elaine Cox, B. Nov. 19, 1936 Elaine m (1) Jim Arrington

                      Elaine m. (Oct 18, 1972) (2) Wayne Wallace, D. Mar. 2004. They

                      had: Adopted I. Ickconna Irene Wallace, b. Jan 6, 1970 

                      Ickconna married Douglas King. They had:


[Photo]

[Photo image]

Seated: Elaine, Darlene, Elsie

Behind: Wayne, Leonnie, Lincoln 

Christmas 1983

                                          Appendix -159-</text>
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                    <text>[page 163]

[corresponds to page 160 of Pages of Our Lives]

                   
                                        1. Xylon McKinley King b. Jul. 4, 1993

                                        2. La Kota Morgan King, b. Aug. 29, 1996

                                    2. Angelis Darlene Wallace, b. May 31, 1976
                          
                                       Darlene married Mark Robertson. They had

                                       1. Dana Ann Robertson, b. Feb. 26, 1996

                Elsie Cox had to verify her U.S. citizenship when entering the U.S. 

                from Canada with group of 7 day advent teachers on a church study

                trip. At the border they asked Elsie where she was born and she said

                Africa. They finally let her enter the U.S. but she had to to before

                a U.S. judge later presenting her U.S. grade cards as proof of U.S.

                citizenship.

                Elaine Cox Wallace is a registered nurse who recovered from T.B. 

                    that she had when she was in nurses training. She later 

                    contracted lupus when she was exposed to extreme cold during

                    an hepatitis vaccination trip to a remote settlement near 

                    Barrow, Alaska. A severe storm blew down all the tents and 

                    prevented the bush Pilot from returning for them. They had

                    to walk to the only wood building in a white out storm.

             3. Virgel Elbert Olmsted, b. April 8,1912

                Virgel married (June 23, 1934) Eloise Marie Merkel, B. May 18, 1912 

                d. Jan. 4, 200. They lived in St. Louis, Missouri, while their 

                   children were young. They had:

                1. Wendell Lauren Olmsted, B. Aug. 11, 1935 - d. Aug. 5, 1994 

                   married (Oct. 19, 1957) Janet Faye Silveus, b. Jan. 26, 1936.

                   They had:

                   1. Byron Wendell Olmsted, b. Jan. 19, 1960 married (Aug. 18,

                      1985) Sherry Shipley. They had

                      1. Travis Wayne Olmsted, b. Feb. 18, 1989

                      2. Brandy Nicole Olmsted, b. Jan. 18, 1994

                   2. Barry Alan Olmsted, b. May 24, 1961 married (April 1986) 

                      Marsha Shipley. They had:

                      1. Andriaunna Elizabeth Olmsted, b. Dec. 12, 1989

                      2. Shauni Analycia Olmsted, b. June 1, 2001

                   3. Bradley Steven Olmsted, b. Jul. 24, 1963 married (April 1984)

                      (1) Gayle Collins. They had:
                   
                      1. Steven Curtis Olmsted, b. Jul 30, 1984

                      2. Stephanie Nicole Olmsted, b. May 12, 1989 married (2003)

                      (2) Mary Sharp They had:
               
                      1. stepson Shane sharp, b. May 11. 1937

                2. Gwendolyn Joyce Olmsted, b. May 11, 1937 married (Nov. 25, 1967)

                   Glen Romaine Saunders, b. Mar. 8, 1936. They had no children.

                   They have lived in Louisiana since 1984.

            (2) Alice Leola Olmsted d. 1936 married (Aug. 15, 1907 in Mr. Gilead)

                John Leonard Carnes, B. 1882 - d. 1941. She was a beautiful girl

                girl who got heavier as she got older. She died in her sleep and

                had a big stomach tumor at the age of 52 years. She hung wall paper

                and raised turkeys and chickens for extra money as Leonard was in 

                the hospital different times for mental depression. He died by 

                hanging himself in the barn. They had 2 children.

                                         Appendix -160-

    
                
                                       


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[corresponds to page 161 of Pages of Our Lives]

            1.  Ethel Irene Carnes, b. Jan. 9, 1900 - d. Feb 1, 1987. Buried in 

                Trenton Cemetery. She  married Arthur Bradley Murphy and they have 3

                living children (recorded in the Murphy line).

            2. Wilber Willis Carnes, B. Feb. 2, 1915 - d. Jan 31, 2002. Buried

               in Ever Green Cemetery. Me married Mary Conklin and they had 1 child

               (recorded in the Carnes history).

         (3) William Robe Olmsted married (Oct. 14, 1922) Blanche Lillian Metzer.

            They had:

            1. Agnes Louise Olmsted, b. April 8, 1908 - d. 1991.

               Buried in Bloomfield Cemetery.

               Married Paul Anderson, d. 1991. They had:

               1. Stanley Eugene Anderson, b. Oct. 19, 1934, married Joyce Ann.

                  They had:

                  1. Karen Jean Anderson, b. May 8, 1954

                  2. Sharon Ann Anderson, b. Jan. 7, 1956

                  3. Julie Lynn Anderson, b. June 7, 1959

               2. Marian Virginia Anderson, b. Sept 28, 1939 married Charles Horn 

                  Elkins

            2. Leigh Olmsted - drowned

            Louise Olmsted Anderson worked 29 years as L.P.N. at Harrod Nursing 

            Home in Centerburg, Ohio.

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[Image caption]

Louise Anderson Obituary

        (4) Elbert Ray Olmsted married )Sept. 2, 1920) Helen Metzer. They had 3 

            children and lived in St. Louis where he was a city forester.

            1. Robert Elbert Olmsted, B. May 12, 1925 married Theresa. They adopted.

                1. Allan Olmsted

                2. Vicky Olmsted

            2. Faye Lovella Olmsted. B. June 21, 1927

            3. Betty Lee Olmsted, B. Aug. 14, 1932

        I visited Uncle Ray when I was a junior in High school. They took me to 

        see outdoor opera in St. Louise, Missouri. When they visited us, we all

        went to Scioto Downs, horse racing place south of Columbus. Betty bet 

        on long shot horses as she to win big is she won but she didn't win.

        (5) Hettie Del Olmsted. married (Dec. 1910) (1) Benjamin Harrison Dudley in 

            Kentucky. Married Nov. 26, 1919 (2) Hugh Johnson Sr. They had
 
             1. Hugh Johnson, Jr. Married Donna. They had:

                1. Carol Ann Johnson

        (6) Charles Dewey Olmsted married (Sept 16, 1922) Celia Mary Trout. They had

            4 children.

            1. Charles, Jr., born Oct 13, 1924 married Roberta Pruit.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Great Aunt Hettie's son, wife Hugh and Donna Johnson

                                       Appendix -161-





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[corresponds to page 162 of Pages of Our Lives]

           They had 5 children:

                  1. Beth Elaine Olmsted

                  2. Linda Jean Olmsted

                  3. Randy Olmsted

                  4. Ce Ann Olmsted

                  5. Mitchell Olmsted

               2. Harold Lee, Jul 18, 1927. Had no children

               3. Louella Jean, B. Mar. 19, 1930 was named after her Dad's mother. 

                  Had 2 children

                  1. Michael Leigh Miller, b. April 12, 1955 married Audrey and they 

                     had:

                     1. Christopher Miller, B. Sept 26, 1983

                     2. Paula Jean Miller, b. Nov. 14, 1981

                  2. Deborah Rena, b. Jul. 3, 1958 married James White, They had:

                     1. Julian James White

                     2. Savannah Jean White, b. Jul 25, 1996
              
                4. Ronald

             7. Olive Lucille Olmsted married (Oct. 14, 1922)

                (1) Frank Swartwood, b. 1894. They owned and operated a store in 

                    Peerless. Olive loved her animals. She married (2) Betts

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Rex Buxton and Terry. Trailer bought in 1970


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Snow 1978 Looking north towards Roberts Road while on Clover Valley


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Velma Jo Murphy, Rex and Tina Buxton with Mom's dogs


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Our Siamese Cat Cinders and Kittens - August 1968


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Our cats Smokey and Ollie

                                   Appendix -162-




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                    <text>[page 166]

[corresponds to page 163 of Pages of Our Lives]

                
                                     Willis-Buxton Family

                                 Robert Willis B. 1750 (Scotland)

                                     m. Sarah Gibson abt. 1773


              George Willis b. 1770                  William Willis B. 1970

              m. Ruth Jenkins  1880                  m. 1. Elizabeth Skinner 1814

                                                        2. Eliza Moore       1849


             Evan J. Willis b. 1812                  Louis K. Willis b. 1852

             m. 1. Rachel ? abt. 1830                m. Alice E. Corner 1882

             m. 2. Mary A. Stern


             Elizabeth E. Willis b. 1844-6           Louis E. Willis b. 1883

             m. Marvin Buxton abt. 1866              m. Ida May Merwin 1915


             Elias Ed Buxton b. 1869                 Richard Willis b. 1823

             m. Ida Mae Green  1894


             Wayne N. Buxton b. 1901

             m. Lucille Jackson 1929


             Thomas E. Buxton b. 1930

             m. Rachel L. Murphy 1952


William Willis family generations are long because of his late second marriage and 

the marriages of his descendants.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ida Mae Buxton and Rachel Buxton about 1954


[Photo]

[Photo Caption]

Tina, Rex, Rachel, Perry Buxton December 12, 1970


                                    Appendix -163-</text>
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[corresponds to page 164 of Pages of Our Lives]

                                         Marvin Buxton

                                         M. Elizabeth Wells


Elias Edward Buxton             Delia Buxton       Don Buxton

b. 1869 died of asthma 1934     m. Frank Catt -    m. Laurel

m. Ida Me Green 1894 d. 1959    lived W. Shield    Hugh    Harley      Harriet

                                St. Newark, OH     died    electrician humped back

                                                   flu in  all his     m. Lawrence

                                                   W W I   life        Rice no   

                                                           Never       children

                                                           married


Wayne Buxton        Claude Buxton        Raymond lived on N. Main St. 

b. 1901 d. 1983     b. 1900 shot wife    1 mile from parents

m. Lucille Jackson  and self d. 1948     m. Jessie

b. 1907 d. 1974     m. Jane Phillips          Margaret     Harold

Thomas Buxton       Doyte Buxton  Hazel Buxton     girl     A boy lived in

b 1930              Shot himself  m. Paul Gribble  girl     Indianapolis was

m. Rachel Murphy    abt. 1983     c. Ronnie Gribble       in WWII died of

1952 b. 1933        m. 1. Avenel    m. (1) Lavonna Little   lung disease

Tina                c. Boy Buxton    c. 1. Robin Grible

Perry               m. 2. Opal        m. Brian Roache '00

Rex                 c. Jan Buxton     c. Briana Riarke '04

                    m. 3. Betty      c. 2. Shawn Gribble

                                      m. Brandy Oglefby 1994

                                      c. Stephanie Ogelby 1996

                                     c. 3. Shannan Gribble

                                      m. Hofea Hooks 1998
                
                                      c. Kyle Hooks 1998

                                      c. Kayla Hooks 2001

                                    m. (2) Harvietta Newland 1982

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                    <text>page 168]

[corresponds to page 165 of Pages of Our Lives]

                          Buxton Family History

Marvin Buxton, B. 1844-6 d. 1934, married (1866) Elizabeth E. Willis. They had

   (1.) Donovan V. Buxton, b. July 1868 - d. April 26, 1942 is buried in Hartford

        Cemetery. Known as Don, he married Laural. They had:

        1. Hugh Buxton died of flu in W.W.I and is buried in Hartford Cemetery.

        2. Harley Buxton - never married. He did electrical work. He is buried in

           Hartford Cemetery.

        3. Harriet Buxton married Lawrence Rice. They had no children. Harriet
          
           had a hump in her upper spine. Both are buried in Hartford Cemetery.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne Buxton, Harley Buxon, Ray and Jessie Catt, Jenette and Claude Buxton

Seated: Harriet Buxton, Harold Catt, Doyte Buxton

   (2.) Elias Edward Buxton, b. Dec. 1869 - d. Mar. 1934 is buried in Hartford

        Cemetery. He married (1894) Ida Mae Green, B. 1876 - d. 1960 at 84 years.

        They are buried in Hartford Cemetery. They had:

            1. Claude Buxton, b. 1900 - d. 1948, married Janet Phillips, d. 1948.

               They had:

               1. Doyte Buxton, d. 1984 buried in Greenlawn Cemetery, Columbus, OH.

                  He also shot himself. Doyte married

                  (1) Avenel and they had a boy

                  He married (2) Opal. They had Jan Buxton
 
                  He married (3) Betty

                2. Hazel Buxton, b. 1920 - d. 2002 of cancer and is buried in

                   Greenlawn Cemetery, Columbus, OH. She married Paul Gribble.

                   They had:

                   1. Ronald Gribble married (1) (1968) Lavonna Little. They             

   (2.) Elias Edward Buxton, b. Dec. 1869 - d. Mar. 1934 is buried in Hartford

        Cemetery. He married (1894) Ida Mae Green, b. 1876 - d. 1960 at 84 years.

        They are buried in Hartford Cemetery. They had:

        1. Claude Buxton, b. 1900 - d. 1948, married Janet Phillips, d. 1948. They

           had:

           1. Doyte Buxton, d. 1984 buried in Greenlawn Cemetery, Columbus, OH.

              He also shot himself. Doyte married (1) Avenel and they had a boy

              He married (2) Opal. they had Jan Buxton

              He married (3) Betty

           2. Hazel Buxton, b. 1920- d. 2002 of cancer and is buried in Greenlawn

              Cemetery, Columbus, OH. She married Paul Gribble.

              They had.

              1. Ronald Gribble married (1) (1968) Lavonna Little. They had:

                 1. Robin Jeanette Gribble, b. Jan.2, 1969. Married (May 20, 2000)

                    Brian Roark. They have: Brian Jade Roark, b. Sept. 8, 2004

                 2. Shawn Marie Gribble, b. Aug. 13, 1972, married (June 14, 1994)

                    Brandy Oglefby. They have:

                    1. Stephanie Kay Oglefby, b. May 27, 1996

                 3. Shannan Sue Gribble, b. Aug 13, 1972, married (Aug. 22, 1998)

                    Hofer Hooks. They have

                    1. Kyle Evan Hooks, b. Jan. 3. 1999

                    2. Kayla Nicole Hooks, b. Feb. 8, 2001

                  Ronald married (2) (June 1982) Harvietta Newland, b. June 19, 1946

        2. Wayne Newell Buxton, b. 1901 - d. Oct 9, 1983 and is buried in Trenton

           Cemetery. He married (Mar. 23, 1929) Lucille Lala Jackson, b.

                                     Appendix -165-



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[corresponds to page 166 of Pages of Our Lives]

              Mar. 23, 1907 - d. Oct, 1974. Buried in Trenton Cemetery. 
 
              they had:

              1. Thomas Edward Buxton, B. Dec 15, 1930, married

                 (1) 1949 Barbara Ann Callan, b. 1933. They had:

                     1. Jerry Edward Buxton Callan, b. May 24, 1949.

                        Married (1) Sharon Mossbury. They had

                        1. Janice Callan b. Jan. 13, 1970

                           Married (1) 9-24-1989 Steve Harris

                           Married (2) 2-14-1999 Dennis Koivula

                 (2) (Mar. 16, 1953) Rachel Leola Murphy, b. Feb. 26, 1933.

                     They have:

                     1. Tina Marie Buxton,

                        b. Dec. 28, 1956, married (1) (Aug 12, 1978)

                        Gary Lee White, b. April 22, 1951. They have 3

                        children:

                        1. Renee Dawn White, b. July 4, 1970

                        2. Logan Lee White, b. Aug. 1, 1982

                        3. Kale Oliver White b. Sept. 20, 1984

                        Tina Marie married (2) (June 14, 1997) Rodger Martin

                        Miller, II, b. Feb. 2, 1969

                    2. Perry Newell Buxton, b. Nov. 16, 1958, Married (July 12,

                       1978) Mary Jo Lewis, b. Aug. 9, 1962. they have 3 children:

                       1. Paula Marie Buxton, B. Nov. 22, 1978 Married (May 10,

                          2003) Eric  Normand Taylor, b. Oct 4, 1977. They have:
  
                          1. Cara Maryann Taylor, b. Aug. 12, 2005

                       2. Natalie Rachel Buxton, B. Sept. 22, 1981 Married

                          (July 24, 2004) Brandon David Cox, B. May 28, 1978. 

                          They have:

                          1. Jenna Marie Cox, b. Sept 24,2005

                       3. Perry N. Buxton, b. July 28, 1993

                    3. Rex Bradley Buxton, b. Dec. 8, 1964, married (June 16,

                       1990) Joy Ann Harber, b. Nov. 7, 1956. They have a son

                       and stepson:

                       1. Dakoda Bradley Buxton, b. Sept. 28, 1991

                       2. Stepson James Harber, b. Aug 3, 1977 married Ginny

                          Miller, b. 1972 and have 3 children (2 step):

                          1. Breiana Reane Haber, B. July 25, 2003

                          2. step Caleb Miller, b. Dec. 31 1999

                          3. step Kyra Ann Miller, B. Jan. 24, 2000

(3) Della B. Buxton, b. Dec. 1872 is buried in Homer Cemetery. She married

    S. Franklin Catt who lived in West shield in Newark, Oh. They had:

    1. Raymond Catt who lived at N. Main St. route 13, on mile from his 

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Renee White, Tina Miller, Rachel Buxton - 2005

                                  Appendix -166-

                          





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                    <text>[page 170]

[corresponds to page 167 of Pages of Our Lives]

      parents. He worked at the county garage where he lost an eye when a

      rivet hit his eye. Raymond married Jessie. They had:

      1. Margaret Catt who married and had 2 girls

      2. Harold Catt who married and had a boy. They lived in Indianapolis, Ind.

         The boy was in W.W. II and died of lung cancer.


                                Buxton Family Photos

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Claude and Jennett Buxton  Doyte and Hazel (baby)


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Doyte Buxton and Grandpa Ellis Buxton


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ed and Doyte Buxton


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Doyte Buxton, Tom's 1st cousin, Son of Claude Buxton


[Photo]

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Tom and Rachel's Children  Tina Marie, Perry Newel and Rex Bradley


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Newark Home of Dell Catt


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Dell and Frank Catt and his brother 

Dell Catt is Ellis Buxton's sister

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                    <text>[page 171]

[corresponds to page 168 of Pages of Our Lives]

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Back row: Ed Buxton, Ida Buxton, Lauren Buxton (Don's wife). and Don Buxton (Ed's

brother), Raymond Call (Don and Lauren's son), Jessie Call (Raymond's wife) holding

son Harold or daughter Margaret, Dell Buxton Catt (Ed's sister), Jess Walker's wife,

Jess Walker's two girls, Jess Walker

Seated: Harriet Buxton on lap of unknown man, Newell Green (Ida's Buxton's father),

and 2 unknown adults


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ethel Murphy Anderson, Velma Murphy McCall Creek, Rachel Murphy Buxton and 

Lovett Murphy at Cora Lynn Murphy's Wedding to Doug McLurg on June 14, 1986



[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tina and Martin's Wedding, June 14, 1997

Thomas Buxton, Tina and Martin Miller, Rachel Buxton


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                    <text>[page 172]

[corresponds to page 169 of Pages of Our Lives]

                     
                             John and Mary Jackson

George Washington Jackson b. 8 Oct. 1879 d. Jul 1965 

   m. Ada Maye White daughter of William W. and Ruth M. White) 5 Dec. 1903

      Donald Dean Jackson b. 14 July 1920 d. 30 May 1980 

         m. Marie Francis McKenzie 12 Feb. 1944 b. 15 Apr 1924 d. June 1959

            David Donald Jackson b. 30 Jan.1952 

               m. Belinda Arlene Wigton 5 Sept 1952 b. 28 Nov. 1951

      Lucille Lala Jackson b. 23 Mar. 1907 d. 16 Oct 1974 

         m. Wayne Newell Buxton 23 Mar. 1929 b. 23 Sept. 1901 d. 9 Oct. 1983

            Thomas Edward Buxton b. 15 Dec. 1930 

               m. 1. Barbara Ann Callan in 1949

                  c. Jerry Edward Buxton (Callan) b. 24 May 1949 

                     m. Sharon Mossbury

                        c. Janice Callan b. 13 Jan. 1970 

                           m. 1. Steve Harris 24 Sept. 1989

                           m. 2 Dennis Koivula 14 Feb. 1999

                     m. 2. Ann -1979

               m. 2. Rachel Leola Murphy 16 Mar. 1952 b. 26 Feb 1983

                  Tina Marie Buxton b. 28 Dec. 1956 

                     m. 1. Gary White 12 Aug 1978 b. 22 April 1952

                        c. 1. Renee Dawn White b. 4 July 1979

                        c. 2. Logan Lee White b. 1 Aug 1982

                        c. 3. Kale Oliver white b. 20 Sept. 1984 

                     m. 2. Rodger Martin Miller 13 June 1997 b. 2 Feb 1969

                  Perry Newell Buxton b. 16 Nov, 1958

                     m. Mary Lewis 12 July 1978 b. 9 Aug 1972
 
                        c. 1. Paula Marie Buxton B. 22 Nov. 1978

                           m. Eric Norman Taylor (b. 10-4-1977) 10 May 2003

                              c. Cara Maryann Taylor b. Aug. 12, 2005

                        c. 2. Natalie Rachel Buxton b. 22 Sept. 1981

                           m. Brandon David cox (b. 5-28-1978) 24 July 2004

                              c. Jenna Marie Cox, b. Sept. 24, 2005

                        c. 3. Perry N. Buxton b. 28 July 1993


                  Rev. Bradley Buxton b. 8 Dec. 1664

                     m. Joy Ann Habor (b. 11-7-1956) on 16 Jun 1990

                        c. Dakoda Bradley Buxton b. 28 Sept. 1991

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                    <text>[page 173]

[corresponds to page 170 of Pages of Our Lives]


                          Jackson and White Family History

      There were 12 children in Grandpa Jackson's family and 12 children in

Grandma Jackson's (White's) family. Two Jackson brothers married two White 

sisters as they lived near each other in southern Ohio. Another White sister,

Tom's great Aunt Lalla White married William Clark Thronton. They moved into

a log cabin on White Hollow Rd near Patriot , Ohio in Galia County. This

Thronton log cabin was on top of a mountain with a very steep slate rock drive

built around 1857 when Polk was President of the United States as he signed

the papers on it.

The White family are:                           The Jackson family:

1. Edmond Levi White, b. Aug. 22, 1869          1. George Jackson family:

2. Nancy Isabel  white, b. Oct 17, 1873         2. J. U. Jackson

3. Charles Monroe White, b. Oct. 4, 1874        3. John Jackson

4. James Wilson white b. Mar 31, 1887           4. Mrs. Frank Myers

5. Elmer Emitt White, b. Jul 19, 1879

6. Lottie Jane White, b. Aug. 15, 1881

7. Lalla Faye white, b. Jan. 10, 1884

8. Ada Mae White, b. May 25, 1886

9. Benjamin Franklin White, b. April 16, 1889

10. Minnie Ellen White, b. May 31, 1891

11. Emory White, b. 19,1893

12. Infant - not named

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ellis and Myrtle Thornton's Home Patriot, Ohio

John Jackson married Mary and they had

    George Washington Jackson, b. Oct. 8, 1879 - Jul 14, 1965 buried in

    Green Hill Cemetery

William W. White married Rachel M. and they had

    Ada Mae white, b. May 25, 1886 - d. Sept. 26, 1972 buried Green Hill 

    Cemetery

George Washington Jackson married (Dec. 5, 1903) Ada Mae White and they had

    1. Lucille Lalla Jackson, b Mar. 23, 1907 - d. Oct. 16, 1974 buried

       in Trenton Cemetery

       (1) Married (Mar. 23, 1929) Wayne Newell Buxton, b. Sept. 23, 1901 -

           d. Oct. 9, 1983, buried in Trenton Cemetery. They had:

           1. Thomas Edward Buxton, b. Dec. 15, 1930

              Married (Mar. 16, 1952) Rachel Leola Murphy, b. Feb 26, 1933

              (continued in Buxton History)

           2. Donald Dean Jackson, b. Jul 14, 1920 - d. May 31, 1980

              Buried in Green Hill Cemetery

              (1.) Married (Feb. 12, 1944) Marie Frances McKenzie, b. April 15,

              1924 d. June 3, 1959 of cancer, buried in Green Hill Cemetery.

              They had:

                  1. David Donald Jackson, b. Jan.30, 1952, married (Sept.,

                     5, 1992) Belinda Arlene Wigton, b. Nov. 28, 1951


                                    Appendix -170-

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                    <text>[page 174]

[corresponds to page 171 of Pages of Our Lives]

      Tom's Grandma Jackson kept a very clean house and was a good cook and

raised big gardens. She had a fiery temper while Grandpa Jackson was meek and 

mild. Both were very hard working farmers.

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Marie, David and Donald Jackson

Donald is Tom Buxton's Uncle on his Mother's side


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Lucille Buxton's Father (obituary)

                     Thornton and Neal Family History

Lalla Fay White, b. Jan 10, 1884 - d. Oct 25, 1974 married (Nov. 22, 1905)

William Clark Thornton, b. Oct. 2, 1878 - d. Nov. 17, 1969. They had:

      1. Emory Ellis Thornton, b. Sept. 2, 1912, - d. April 12, 2004,

         married (June 10, 1945) Myrtle Bernice Jackson, b. May 6, 1921.

         They had:

         1. Nolan Dean Thornton, B. Sept 2, married (Dec. 12, 1964) Wanda

            Lee Jeffers, b. June 28, 1947. They had:

            1. Angela Gail Thornton, b. June 15, 1966, married (Aug. 23, 1981)

               (1) Michael Ray Arrowood, b. Nov 6, 1964. They had:

                   1. Seth Michael Arrowood, b. Feb. 28, 1982

                   2. Tabitha Gail Arrowood, b. July 20, 1988

                Angela married (Mar. 29, 2003) [sic] (2) Bruce Kevin King,

                b. June 23, 1970. Her step children are:

                   1. Brittany Faith King, b. June 29, 1995

                   2. Bree Anna King, b. July 26, 1999

            2. Charlene Kay Thornton, b. June 1, 1972. Married (Sept. 15,

               1989) John Arrowood, Jr., b. Dec. 10, 1971. they had:

               1. Agustus Levi Arrowood, b. May 5, 1990

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Ellis, Lalla Fay and Myrtle Thornton

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[corresponds to page 172 of Pages of Our Lives]

                2. Rachel Lee Arrowood, B. Feb 15, 1994

            3.  Sabrina Dawn Thornton, b. Nov. 9, 1968, married (Sept. 12)

                1989) Noel Shannon Stover, b. Sept. 22, 1968. They had:

                1. Samantha Nicole Stover, b. Aug. 25, 1995

                2. Sidney Marie Stover, b. Oct 25, 2001

            4. Jeremy Dean Thornton, b. Dec. 19, 1979 not married

    (2) Helen Marie Thornton, b. Aug 21, 1915 married (April 26, 1936) Harry Alden

        Neal, b. Aug. 22, 1911 - D. May 4, 1980. They had:

        1. John Richard Neal, b. Oct. 5, 1938, married (Sept. 20, 1959) Joyce Lee

           Reapp, b. Sept. 13, 1941. They had:

           1. Debra Lynn Neal, b. May 11, 1960, married (May 28, 1983) James Henry

              Ehman, b. Aug. 1, 1956. They have:

              1. James Christopher Ehman, b. Dec. 13, 1985

              2. Cory Neal Ehman, b. Oct. 3, 1987

        2. Teresa Ann Neal, b. Oct 14, 1962, married (Aug. 17, 1983) Gene Alan
  
           Layton, b. Sept. 6, 1961. They have:

           1. Derrick Ryan Layton, b. Dec. 31, 1984

           2. Chelsea Nicole Layton, b. Jan. 10, 1989

        3. Melissa Dawn Neal, b. April 7, 1976, married (Dec. 10, 1994) Thomas

           Kenneth Harding Lambert, b. Feb. 9, 1975. They have:

           1. Kaylee Ashlynn Lambert, b. Dec. 9, 1998

           2. Kennedey Morgan Lambert b. Jan 28, 2003

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Myrtle and Ellis

3. Earl Edward Neal, b. Mar. 10, 1940, married (June 20, 1960) Karen Arlene Parks.

   b. July 21, 1942. They had:

   1. Cara Dawn Neal, b. April 2, 1962, married (June 9, 1990) John Charles

      Bambenek III, b Jan. 1, 1957. They had:

      1. Rachel Neal Bambenek, b. Mar. 29, 1997

      2. Jacob Michael Bambenek, b. June 4, 1999

      3. Stepson Bambenek, b. ?

   2. Christian Shawn Neal, b. Feb. 15, 1965 - d. July 1, 2002, married 

     (Mar. 9, 1989) Charles Letchford. They had:

      1. Rebecca Elise Neal, b. July 19, 1989

      2. Christian Alexandra Neal, Aug. 29, 1994

      3. Treavor Alden Neal, b. April 25, 1997

4. Theodore Paul Neal, b. Sept 28, 1966, married (Dec. 22, 1990) Lisa

   Carol Haldren, b. Sept. 16, 1970, They had:

   1. Mary Elizabeth Neal, b. Dec. 2, 1992

   2. Jessica Leigh Neal, b. Mar 21, 1997

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wanda Thornton in back Nolan, Myrtle and Ellis Thornton

                                   Appendix -172-




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                    <text>[page 176]

[corresponds to page 173 of Pages of Our Lives]

                          Green Family History

Newell Green married Rachel Clayton. Both are buried in Hartford Cemetery.

    They had:

    3. Ida Mae Green, b. 1874 - d. 1959 of throat cancer. Buried in Hartford

       Cemetery Married (1894) Elias Edward Buxton, b. 1869 - d. Mar. 1934 of

       asthma. Buried in Hartford Cemetery. (continue in Buxton Family History)

    4. Clarence Green had cancer and died in Baltimore, Ohio. They had

       1. Fredrick Green

       2. Daughter severely disabled who died about 10 years old 

       3. Marian Green

       4. Ida Mae Green


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Newell Green Tom Buxton's Great Grandfather


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ida Mae Green - born in 1875 Tom Buxton's Grandmother


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Susan Green Wayne Buxton's maternal Grandmother


[Image]

[Image caption]

Ida Mae Buxton's Obituary - April 1959

                             Appendix -173-


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                                    Callan Family History

Thomas Edward Buxton, b. Dec. 15, 1930 m (1948) Barbara Callam, b. July 1933.

    They had;
    
    1. Jerry Edward Buxton, b. May 24, 1949. Jerry Edward Buxton was adopted 

       by his grandparents, Ralph and Helen Callan. His name was changed to Jerry

       Edward Callan in the fall of 1949. Jerry Edward Callan married (1) Sharon 

       Mossbury.

       They had:

       1. Janice Callan, b. Jan. 13,1970 married (1) (Sept. 24. 1989 ) W. Steve Harris

          Married (2) ( Feb 14, 1999) Dennis Koivula

       Jerry Edward married (2) Ann in 1979. they divorced in 1997


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Ed Callan's First Wife


[Image]

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Ed &amp; Sharon's Callan's Wedding


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Jerry Edward Callan Thomas Buxton's son


[Image]

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Eddie Callan, January Farmer


[Image]

[Image caption]

Janice Callan's Birth January 13, 1970


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Jerry Edward Callan on Longhorn Steer


                                  Wayne Buxton

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne Newell Buxton

   
     Wayne Newell Buxton was born Sept. 23, 1901 in Hartford township. He went

to school at the Perfect one room school house on Johnstown Croton Pike. The

school was torn down around 1982.

     Wayne's parents went to housekeeping in 1894 on a farm in Homer, Ohio, where

Elias had grown up. They later moved to a small farm on Parsons Road about three

miles south of Croton where Claude and Wayne were born.

     Wayne and his year older brother Claude, grew up working on this small farm

with their parent Elias &amp; Ida Mae Buxton.

     Wayne went to Sunday school and church with his family at the Church of Christ

in Croton. We have two of his Sunday school pins for perfect attendance.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Claude Buxton


[Photo]

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The 7th boy in back row in center of window is Claude Buxton in Sunday School 

Class at Church of Christ in Croton

                                Appendix -175-
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Men of the Church of Christ at Croton, Ohio  

Edward Buxton (Tom's Grandfather) is the 4th man from the right in the back row.


     Due to a childhood accident, Wayne had a bad handicap with his right foot.

As when he was a young boy he fell from the hay mow and his foot hit the manager

and broke it. His folks carried him to the house. The next day he could hobble

around so they never took him a doctor. It healed with a bone lump on his foot

behind his toes. He had to pad his shoe so that it didn't bother him as bad. He

walked many a mile carrying corn to feed his sheep when roads were closed due to

snow. He also walked a lot using his hand seeder to plant his future hay fields.

    Wayne's first job was sorting boots in Akron, Ohio. Later he worked in the 

state of Iowa where he had the flu in 1918. Every time he looked out his bedroom

window, the hearse was going down the road to the cemetery to bury someone. So 

many were dying so fast that no funerals services were held.

    Wayne counts his life to this man where was rooming who gave a laxative to

get things going again after his high temperature for several days.

    He soon came home by train to the north Condit station where his folks picked

him up on a cold rainy day. They drove the 10 miles back to their Croton home

in an open horse and buggy with everyone covered with a heavy horse blanket.

They could only go 6 miles an hour.

     Wayne married Lucille Lala Jackson in 1929 and received the 72 acre farm at

13105 Clover Valley Rd. a mile west of Croton that his mother Ida Mae received 

from her parents, Newell and  Rachel Green. This corner was call the Newell Green

corner for may years. The roads


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille


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at this corner are now named Foundation &amp; Clover Valley.

     They worked very hard together. Using horses to pull the farm equipment,

they raised corn, wheat, oats and hay. They also had about 5 milk cows, and a

few hogs and sheep.

     Their only child Tom was born December 15, 1930.

     Wayne and Lucille Buxton never had running water or a toilet when they lived

in their house on Newell Green Corner. They used an outside toilet behind the garage

which faced the house. They got their drinking water from a deep hand dug well on

the north west side of their house. The horses also drank from this well. Their

other water was pumped from a pitcher pump in the kitchen drawing from a hand dug

cistern on the south west corner of the house. The day before washing their clothes, 

They put "old settler' into the cistern to settle the soot which washed off the

roof and collected there from the wood burning stoves. This cistern was cemented over

when Wayne drilled a well in 1948 and put in a bathroom in 1949 when fixing over the 

house for Tom and Barbara after their marriage in 1948.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne Buxton Holding Tom Spring 1931 


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Tom, Lucille and Wayne Buxton

 
     On the south east corner of the barn was another hand dug well with a windmill

attached to the pump. This pumped the water for the cows and sheep. There was a pin

in the pump hand that you put in to stop the pump from pumping, but during a bad wind 

storm, Wayne would have to climb the windmill to turn the shaft so the blades would 

not catch the main currant of the wind as it would break the pump.

     There were 6 dug wells on the 72 acre Newell Green property between Tagg and

Clover Valley Road.

     They soon needed to help his widowed mother Ida Mae farm her 75 acres on

Parsons Road. Elias Buxton, Wayne's dad died in 1934 from asthma. Wayne's brother

Claude was working as telegraph operator so couldn't help farm. In 1936 Lucille 

became sick with a very bad cold that never got better.  Soon, they found out it was 

actually T. B. the doctor had to collapse one lung and she had to stay in the Newark

Tuberculosis Sanitarium for 22 months until she was well and weighed 145 lbs.

     After Lucille came home in 1938, they realized they needed a tractor to help

with the farm work. They bought a John Deere tractor with lugs on it's metal wheels,

a plow, and a disk. This same year a law was passed that you couldn't run tractors 

with lugs on the road so they had to load the tractor on a flat be truck in order to

go the 3 miles between the two farms. It was very dangerous to load unload so they

traded in the tractor and bought a 

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[Photo caption]

Wayne Buxton's 1st tractor with lugs on back wheels


1940 J. D. tractor with rubber tires.

      In 1941 they started raising soybeans using a 4 year rotation of corn, 

soybeans, wheat  or oats, &amp; hay in some of the fields.

      In 1942 Wayne and Lucille bought the 92 acre Buel farm for $4,500. This

farm had no house but there was a big 32 by 100 foot barn in the field between

Tagg &amp; Clover Valley Roads east of Robert King's house at 1240 Tag Road. This 

barn was put together with long wooden beams and wooden pegs and is still used

today to store equipment.  Wayne Weiss painted a picture of this barn for us

in 2005.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne Newel Buxton


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Bailed Straw at Wayne Buxton's

     
      In 1945 Wayne bought a new International Combine with a 43 inch cut. Wayne

felt lucky to get a permit from the ration board as World War II was just over and 

many things were still rationed. He did enough custom work on wheat and corn

combining to pay for it in two years. In 1947 he got a new model 69 Minneapolis 

Combine with a 69 inch cut called a 69 Harvester. He kept this combine for 5 years.

In 1947 they bought the 142 acre Thompson Farm for $18,000.00 at 12567 Robert's 

Road. This farm had a beautiful 13 room house with a garage and a barn in 1904. 

This made 307 acres with 248 tillable.

      In the fall of 1950, Wayne bought a new Minneapolis tractor which could pull

a 14 foot 3 bottom plow for &amp;1,935.00 because he needed help with all the extra 

work. The next spring, in 1951, he traded in a 5 year old R moline tractor and 

got a new Z Minneapolis tractor big enough to pull a 14 foot 2 bottom plow and a 

4 row cultivator for $1,750. We still had the U and the two Z tractors in 2005.

      In the three years following his 1947 purchases, he was able to pay for the

land by selling his $5 per bushel beans.  He stored the beans after harvest in a

make shift bin and sold them the next spring. His yield was not very high but

relied on his cow manure for fertilizer and plowing to keep the weeds down.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Elsie Ross, Margaret Frankleberry, Lucille and Wayne Buxton, Fred Ross


     Between 1945 &amp; 1950 he had Ben Grooms, a ditcher, installed 17 semi loads of 

242 rod to to the load of 4 inch tiles in the newly bought farms which helped 

improve the ground and yield.

     After we were married in 1952, Tom and I blew 32 stumps the next summer by

drilling holes under the stumps and inserting dynamite in each hole. We packed 

the hole with

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mud and lit the wick in field 4 of the Buel farm south of Robert King's house on 

Tagg Road.

     Wayne and Lucille went to Florida the first time with Mr. &amp; Mrs. Frank Ross

in early 1949. the enjoyed it and started going by themselves for a month during

the winter staying at Fitch Dixon's apartment in Sarasota. Lucille would gain

some weight and feel better. She was 5' 6" and would get down to around 100 lbs.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille Buxton's  1st Florida winter home in Sarasota in 1955.


     Wayne and Lucille built their first Florida home in the Sunshine Springs &amp; 

Garden development in an orange grove just off Bee Ridge Road in 1955 in Sarasota.

Now it is completely built up al along this six lane highway.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille, Ida Mae and Wayne Buxton - in their 1st home in Sarasota in 1956


    One year,  Burt Horn stayed in their Ohio house and did the milking so

Tom and I could help his parents fix up their yard and put flowers and shrubs

in their big planter box in their first Florida house in 1955. We also helped

dig out a lot of palmetto roots in their new lawn. The second winter they

added a Florida room on the back of this house.

     In 1957 after several heavy rains, they sold their house and built their 

second house on higher ground in the same development just up the street from

their first house. This house had


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille's 2nd Florida home in Sarasota in 1957


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille's 2nd home in Sarasota when trees and plants are bigger


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille and Wayne in sunporch - 1969

                            
                                     Appendix -179-
 
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[Photo]

[Photo caption]

1955 Ford Truck


big glass doors which opened onto a screened in porch with crotons and other buses 

in it.  The solid glass east side made their living room very sunny and light. One

night when we were visiting there, I cleaned the glass doors with glass wax; and 

they looked nice. The next day when the sun came up, they looked terrible.

      I liked very plain things do felt lucky that my mother-in-law, Lucille Buxton, 

also liked her home furnished modestly, as Tom and I lived in their Ohio home 12567 

Roberts Road during the month of August (when they went to Florida to mow grass and 

clean up their winter home in Sarasota) and four months months during the winter.

      Wayne and Lucille retired and started receiving social security in 1966.

Shortly after, Tom, their only child, was deeded the home place on Clover Road. We

paid his harents $160 a month out the mild check for as long as they lived. Wayne

died in 1983 and Lucille died in 1974.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille Buxton at Ethel and Val Anderson's in St. Petersburg, Florida in 

1969

     Tom's folks lived winters in their Florida home from 1955 too 1974, when 

Lucille, Tom's mother, died. Wayne stayed for a while in Florida but later moved to

Herod Nursing Home in Centerburg till he died in 1983. He died from choking on a 

piece of wiener he was eating at the rest home.  He was taken to Mt. Vernon Hospital

he died the next day. Herod Nursing Home worked well for him as he was able to come

and go as he pleased walking to nearby stores. He had to be back at the Nursing Home

for meals and bed time and always have a complete weekly bath. His Social Security 

was enough to pay for his staying there and he didn't want to bother us but needed 

some help with his medicines as he had, in latter life, developed Parkinsons and 

Pagents diseases. We had him out on week ends All his life he was really healthy 

with only 1 surgery when a kidney stone was removed.

      The old Frank ross property of 34..146 acres on Roberts Road was Sept. 18th,

2004. The 2+ acre lots averaged $19,00 an acre. the price of soybeans is still $5 

a bushel. This is forcing many farmers to sell their frontage in order to keep 

their farms.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Wayne and Lucille Summer 1951


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

February 1974


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                                   Lucille Buxton

        Lucille Lalla Jackson was born March 23, 1907, in Turrow township in 

Franklin County Ohio. the daughter of George and Ada Jackson, She was a very 

quiet, shy farm girl. She worked hard on her dad's farm milking the cows by

hand, driving the horses, and husking the corn, and other chores along with

helping her mother with the gardening, canning, cleaning and caring for her

younger brother.

       Lucille graduated from Harlem High School in 1924 with 8 other class-

mates. Verner Green, Nellie Gorsuch, Edith Garee, Dot Strider, Blanche Haughn,

Bernadine Kinsel, Dale Mann and James Haughn. Th schools faculty consisted of

W. J. Hines, F. W. S. Scudder and W. S. Bingham (Superintendent). After grad-
 
uation she worked in an office in Columbus.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille Lalla Jackson on her 20th birthday March 23, 1929


     Lucille married Wayne Newell Buxton on March 23rd, 1929 (her 22nd 

birthday) in Delaware Ohio. They worked had together on his 72 acre home place

at 13105 Clover Valley Rd. in Croton Ohio.

     Lucille had naturally curly black hair, stood about 5' 6"' tall and weighed 

between 95 and 114 lbs. most of her life. She never was a  big eater and had a

nervous stomach.

     In 1936 Lucille was diagnosed with T. B. The doctor collapsed on lung trying

to save her life and she was sent to the Tuberculosis sanitarium in Newark for

22 months. She looked very nice at her homecoming and weighed 145 lbs. Lucille

made a China Cupboard scarf with beautiful tatted inlay on each end while in the

sanitarium. She had also hand sewn pieces for a flower garden quilt top which I

quilted in 1955 in our Condit Church Quilting Class which was at that time led

by Lib Brenner.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille Buxton with 1948 Chevy Fleetline


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille and her hogs


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille Jackson Buxton about 1940


      Lucille was a very good mother-in-law. She helped me learn to cook and 

listened to my constant chatter. She also kept a very clean and tidy house

with very few pictures or what nots.


[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Lucille and Ethel Murphy Anderson


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       The first 5 years of my marriage to Tom, Lucille and I always did our washing

together on Monday morning in the basement of her house on Roberts Rd. We used her

electric Maytag wringer washer and rinsed the clothes in a big metal tub that sat on 

a stand. We usually hung the clothes up outside on the clothes line, or in the 

winter, over our hot air floor registers. She cooked the starch which we dipped the 

clean clothes in that needed to be starched. the starched clothes were dried, then 

sprinkled with warm water, rolled and let lay for a while before ironing. This all 

changed when Tina was born in 1956 as Tom bought me an automatic washer.

      Early each morning, Lucille hot mashed her chickens in the chicken house just

east of the house. This got the chickens up early to eat more and then laid more 

eggs which she sold to a man in Columbus.


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Lucille and Wayne in 1948


     Lucille usually ate Sunday noon dinner with her folks at 2341 South St. Rt. 

605. Sometimes Tom and I also went to his Grandma Jacksons after Church for Sunday 

dinner. I always enjoyed the boiled sweet potatoes rolled in a brown sugar and flour 

mixture and fried in lard topped with her browned flour and lard gravy and served 

with fried chicken. Grandpa Jackson always had to have his fried egg each meal even 

on Sunday. It never seemed to hurt him as he lived to be 86 years old.

     Lucille was in the habit of laying down for a half hour nap each day after 

lunch on the davenport. She may not have felt very good but she never complained.

     The clothes wardrobe in our bedroom was bought by Wayne and Lucille in 1935. 

They ordered it either from Sears or Montgomery Ward and it came into Croton on the 

train from Chicago.

     She liked to have me comb her hair. I started cutting her hair after they 

bought a hair cutting set in 1953 in Florida.  It contained electric clipper, 

barber comb, barber scissors and thinning shears.


[Photo]

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Lucille and sheep


      Lucille had hot meals ready for us when we came in from working in the field.

The mashed potatoes were kept hot in a double boiler pan which held water in the 

bottom part.

      Lucille often helped me milk the cows during harvest time. We had to carry the

five gallon milker bottom pails full of milk into the milk house from the 8 station 

milking parlor before we got the line milker and bulk tank.

      In early March 1974, Lucille was getting everything packed and ready to leave 

early the next morning for Ohio but before morning came she woke up with a bad 

stroke which paralyzed her whole left side. Wayne took her to Sarasota, Florida, 

hospital.

      Tom went down in July to help his Dad bring his Mom home from the hospital to

their Sarasota home. Her walking was gradually improving enough that sometimes she

left her four legged cane another room.

      I flew to Florida in August to help bring Wayne and Lucille home. The 

limousine


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took us to the airport where two wheel chairs were needed to get them on the plane.

      The first of September, six months after her stroke, she was back in the 

hospital in Columbus, Ohio, where she needed a continuous breathing tube in her

throat which she did not want. Several weeks later she was transferred to the 

nearby nursing home where she died two day later.

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supply her body with enough oxygen without the breathing tube. Her other lung

had been deflated 38 years before when she had T. B. in 1936. She died at age 

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Lucille's Cats


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Wayne and Lucille Buxton and Thomas and Rachel Buxton


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Fidelity ....

YESTERDAY AND TODAY

1887-1987

A Commemorative History of

Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan Association

of Delaware, Ohio

Centennial Edition

by Ray Buckingham
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DIRECTORS

Harry A. Humes, President

James L. Kern, Vice President

Lloyd D. Baker, V.P., Greif Bros.

Richard Dawson, Farmer

David C. Green, D.D.S.

C. Neilson Griffith, Retired V.P. Landmark

Edward J. Planisek Jr., Secretary-Treasurer

OFFICE STAFF

Faith Caldwell			Dianne Oman

Bonnie Howard			Donna Peak

M. Carolyn Jones, Cashier	Edward J. Planisek, Jr.

Martha Law, Asst. Treasurer	Manager

Mary Matthews			Susan Rexrode

Tracie Nelson			Katrina Roberts

Karen Schnees, Asst. Secretary

ASSOCIATION SERVICES

Insured Savings Accounts

Certificates of Deposit

Checking NOW Accounts

I.R.A. Accounts

Safe Deposit Boxes (Main Office)

Home Mortgage Loans

Home Improvement Loans

American Express Travelers Cheques

Money Orders

Christmas Clubs

Night Depository (Main Office)

Walk-Up Window (Main Office)

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IT BEGAN THIS WAY

Since the beginning of time man has sought and found

shelter for himself and his family. At first it was caves and

tents. Then he made use of whatever native materials were

available, such as sod, stones, skins and logs to fashion

living quarters. In America, since pioneer banks loaned

money only for commercial purposes, small groups of those

hardy individuals discovered that by pooling their meager re-

sources they could form a large pool from which participants

could draw by lot for home loans. Repayment of such loans

plus interest, at regular intervals, would keep the pool ac-

tive and solvent. They further reasoned that for safety's

sake, the pool's resources should be entrusted to an honest

merchant who owned, or had available, a strong safe.

Historians claim that the first society organized to

assist working men to build or buy their own homes was for-

med in Frankford, a Philadelphia suburb, in 1831. It was

called the Oxford Provident Building Society. The first $500.

saved was loaned, by lot, to Comly Read, a lamplighter. His

house, now restored, still stands on Orchard Street as a me-

morial to American thrift and ingenuity.

Once the Delaware area became well-populated there

was a need for financing home building and home purchasing.

This situation led to the formation and chartering in February

1867 of Delaware's Building Association. It was organized by

two of Delaware's leading citizens, J. D. Van Deman and

C. E. Hills, who were successful in selling the necessary

stock. This money was then auctioned off and went to bid-

ders offering to pay the highest rate of interst. So success-

ful was this operation that when their charter expired in 1874,

the Association was liquidated to everyone's satisfaction.

The Ohio Savings and Loan League has always maintained

that this Delaware Building Association was Ohio's very

first officially chartered savings and loan and honored it as

such on February 22, 1967 with a commemorative centennial

ceremony at the Delaware County Fairgrounds and a banquet

that night in Columbus.

In 1887 the Fidelity Building and Loan Company, now

known as the Fielity Federal Savings and Loan Association, 

was organized. Webster defines the word FIDELITY as "care-

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                    <text>[page 5]

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City and County, it may be truthfully said that Fidelity has

lived up to the fullest meaning of its name and obligation.

This history has been compiled to help commemorate and pre-

serve those 100 years.

Incorporation papers for the Fidelity Building and Loan

Company were dated January 18, 1887, 100 years ago, and

were issued by The State of Ohio. Historically speaking,

Grover Cleveland, 22nd president of United State was mid-

way into his first term. Joseph B. Foraker was Governor of

Ohio. Delaware County had a population of 27,189 and Henri

E. Buck was Mayor of Delaware, population 8,000. Incorpor-

ators were H. J. McCullough, H. A. Welch, W. T. Gessner,

J. D. Van Deman and B. W. Brown. Company officials were:

Brown, president; May Frank, vice president; McCullough,

treasurer; Van Deman, solicitor and C. O. Little, secretary.

The board of directors, in addition to the aforementioned, in-

cluded D. H. Battenfield, W. C. Jaynes, J. H. Smith and

Professor J. H. Grove. During these early years there were

nine directors. Capital stock was set at $400,000 - 2,000

shares at $200.00 per share. Members were assessed 25?

for their passbooks. The first office was on the second floor

of the Lamb's Block, northwest corner of Winter and North

Sandusky Streets, above M. E. Wolff's Beehive Store (later

the Boston Store, David's and presently Essentials). Also,

on that second floor were other offices: Bale and Martin, In-

surance; Central Union Telephone Company; J. H. Doughman,

Attorney; and L. C. Valentine, Insurance. The directors'

meetings were held monthly but during those formative years

they seemed to meet weekly, mostly to resolve loan applica-

tions, judging from the minutes. Mr. Little, the secretary,

was paid $500.00 per year and the treasurer's annual salary

was $100.00. Office rent was $32.50 per quarter.

Check number 1 issued by Fidelity Building Associa-

tion and Loan Company is still intact though faded and tat-

tered. It was dated April 8, 1887, made out to R. W. Rey-

nolds for $100.00, signed by H. J. McCullough, treasurer,

and drawn on Deposit Banking Company. It was cashed on

April 11, 1887.

In their by-laws the Company stated its object in this

manner: "The object of the Association is to raise money to

be loaned among its members and depositors for use in buying

lots, or in building or repairing houses, in holding, improv-

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Company is organized on the perpetual plan and persons may

become members at the beginning of any month without the

payment of back dues and shall be entitled to earnings from

the time they become members."

LEARNING YEARS

1890-1900

Capital stock was increased to one million dollars in

1890. The secretary and the treasurer were sent to Dayton

for two days to learn about a new and more efficient system,

the "Dayton Plan". Their expense account was less than

$15.00. B. W. Brown's last year as president was in 1891. 

It was also C. O. Little's last year as secretary. Vice Presi-

dent Max Frank was elevated to the presidency in 1892 but

served only briefly due to a fatal illness. D. A. Battenfield

was his replacement and W. E. Moore was elected secretary.

Battenfield and J. D. Van Deman "volunteered" to "straighten

out" Association records and they were paid $125.00 for do-

ing so. Saturday evening office hours were established. In

1893 it was a very ordinary year except for an abundance of

delinquent accounts. The 1891 line-up of directors included

Battenfield (president), Van Deman, M. Miller, J. C. Cox,

R. J. Cox, F. S. Sprague, W. T. Gessner, W. A. Smith and

C. E. Hills. When J. C. Cox passed away that year, Secre-

tary Moore was elected to fill that vacancy. Rent for the

office was reduced to $80.00 per year. After flowery words,

pats on the back and handshakes all around, Secretary W. E.

Moore's salary was increased to $60.00 per month but the

solicitor's retainer fee remained unchanged at $18.75 per

quarter. Van Deman served as both president and solicitor in

1895 and again in 1896. At that time requests for loans were

exceeding available money so the officers were authorized to

borrow funds if and when it was needed. In 1897 there was

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                    <text>[page 7]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 7 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

Van Deman was still president and solictor in 1898.

By that time availability of money for loaning purposes had

improved. Ads advising the public that they had "money to

loan" were placed in The Delaware Gazette and The Delaware

Herald on a continuing basis. The same leadership and ad-

vertising campaign carried over into 1899. In a major reshuf-

fling of offices within the same building, Fidelity moved into

an office formerly used by Carper and Van Deman, attorneys.

Rent was increased to $125.00 per year. To make the office

more attractive nine new "Delaware Chairs" were purchased

for $13.50 and a new railing was installed. Eighteen acres

of Fidelity-held farm land at the north edge of town was sold

to the Children's Home Board for $1,100. The directors re-

quested and were given a listing of mortgages starting with

100 and ending with number 261 for a grand total of $148,800.

Also a request for a listing of all 122 checks written to date

was honored. The usual semi-annual dividend of 3 1/2% to

stockholders was paid. Longtime director, businessman,

Joseph C. Cox, died late in the year and was replaced by

W. H. Hague. Thus ended Fidelity's portion of 19th century

history.

FORMATIVE YEARS

1900-1910

J. D. Van Deman was president of Fidelity in 1900

and he was followed in that office by C. E. Hills (1901-1906)

and then by D. H. Battenfield (1907-1909). W. E. Moore

was managing secretary until 1903 at which time Frank Wat-

kins began his 32-year tenure in that capacity. Among the

treasurers serving during that decade were: J. D. Van Deman,

W. H. Hague and Robert Powers. Each of the following at-

torneys: C. H. McElroy, W. J. Cone and J. H. Lytle were

legal counselors for Fidelity within that time frame.

Authorized capital throughout those ten years was

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                    <text>[page 8]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 8 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

from $237,000 in 1906 to $225,000 in 1908. In 1900 the

total amount paid in salaries was under $800. By 1909 this

figure had increased to only $1,075. During those 10 years

borrowing members increased in number from 100 plus to 200

plus; non-borrowing members held steady at approximately

140 while non-borrowing depositors jumped from a mere hand-

ful in 1900 to nearly 300 in 1909. Loans were made at 6%;

dividends held steady at 5%; and interest on deposits rated

4% and 5% during all ten years.

(Since no minutes were available for this period, all facts

and figures mentioned here were compiled from reports re-

quired by and published by the State of Ohio.)

A PERIOD OF STEADY GROWTH

1910-1920

Perhaps the most significant event of this ten-year

period happened when, in 1911, the building at 46 North

Sandusky Street was purchased for an office site at a price

of $7,350. At that time it was occupied by C. D. Young,

Jeweler, along with several rented upstairs offices. The

following year, 1912, Fidelity, now well-established in the

community, moved into its newly-acquired property. There

it remained for the next 65 years.

For all of these ten years D. H. Battenfield was pre-

sident; Frank S. Watkins was secretary and manager and Rob-

ert Powers was treasurer. James Lytle served as Fidelity's

attorney from 1910 to 1914, at which time it became a joint

position with Harry W. Crist. Assets grew from $270,590

to $977,947. Capital stock subscribed and in force went

from $539,600 to $1,226,075. Officer's and employee's

salaries rose gradually from $1,076 in 1910 to $3,265 in

1919. During each of these ten years, interest charged for

loans was 6%; dividends were paid at 5% and interest on sav-

ings accounts stayed constant at 4% and 5%. For the three

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                    <text>[page 9]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 9 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

non-borrowing members added up to 137-135-147 and non-

borrowing depositors totaled 373-473-613. Starting with

1913 those reporting categories were changed to: stock-

holders, borrowers and depositors. The number of stock-

holders increased from 426 in 1913 to 582 in 1917, then

dropped to 502 by 1919. Borrowers in 1913 totaled 286,

increasing to 416 in 1917 before leveling off at 379 in

1919. Depositors totaled 723 in 1913 and reached 2,344

in 1917 before dropping to 1,470 in 1919. Fidelity's au-

thorized stock was increased from $1,000,000 to $2,000,000

in 1915. Par value of stock was $200.00 per share.

Even though World War I had a negative effect on

the building and loan business during its course, Fidelity

was able to cope with those problems and to maintain a

strong financial position. Besides, true to the spirit of

the times, generous donations were made to many agencies

supporting the war effort.

PRE-DEPRESSION YEARS

1920-1930

Frank Watkins was secretary and manager for the en-

tire decade, while Robert Powers served as treasurer the

most of that time. The president from 1920 through 1925 was

D. w. Battenfield and he was followed by Eugene Nash. The

year 1920 through 1923 James Lytle and Harry Crist served

jointly as Fidelity's attorneys, but in 1924 Crist was given

sole responsibility for that important function. Over this ten-

year period assets rose modestly from $1,303,350 to the sum

of $1,533,623, a situation somewhat tempered by conditions

that were leading to the stock market crash of 1929.

During this time-period the number of stockholders

varied from just less than 500 to slightly more than 600; the

number of borrowers rose from approximately 400 to just over

500 and the number of depositors increased from 1,560 in

1920 to a high of 4,040 in 1929. The annual payroll ranged

from less than $4,000 in 1920 to less than $6,000 in 1929,

the year of the crash. Stock sold for $200 per share and the 

authorized capital for those ten years was $2,000,000. Both</text>
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                    <text>[page 10]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 10 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

dividend and interest rates on deposits were at the 4% or 5% 

level. The interest rate charged for loans was a consistant

6% throughout this decade. Available records show that in

1920 a donation of $50 was made to the Commercial Club, a

group dedicated to the improvement of Delaware. The follow-

ing year, 1921, a donation of $200 was made to Delaware's

YMCA, thus indicating Fidelity's willingness to enter into

community activities. Both Ray Hinkle and Questa Williams

started their long-lasting careers with Fidelity in 1927, he

as cashier and she as bookkeeper.

(Fidelity was operating under Ohio rules and regulations all

during the 1920s and it was from annual reports made to the

State that most of the preceding information was compiled).

TROUBLED TIMES

1930-1935

By now the Great Depression was an over-riding fac-

tor affecting all types of businesses. Fortunately, Fidelity,

through sound management practices, was able to weather the

storm and continue to operate. In those last hectic years

prior to Fidelity becoming "federalized" things looked like

this, according to reports made to the State of Ohio.

The management team of Frank Watkins, secretary

and manager; Eugene Nash, president; and Harry Crist, the

attorney, remained intact from 1930 to 1934. Then, at that

time, Ray Hinkle was promoted to managing secretary and

Harry Crist became both president and attorney.

Fidelity's assets in 1930 were listed at $1,473,091

and by 1934 they were down to $877,337, thus reflecting the

times. Stockholders numbered 614 in 1930 and dropped to

512 in 1935. Borrowers totaled 503 in 1930 but fell to 313 in

1934. Probably the most startling statistic revealing those

troubled times was in the number of depositors - 3,761 in

1930 and 812 in 1934. It was likewise with dividends, the

traditional 5% dropped to 1% by 1934. In working out details

for a federal charter, government authorities suggested that

dividends be eliminated for one year in order to "shore up"

reserve funds. So, it was in this atmosphere that Fidelity

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                    <text>[page 11]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 11 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

A NEW BEGINNING

1935-1939

After operating under rules and regulations of a state

charter for 50 years, the Association was granted a federal

charter, number 1,075, dated December 30, 1935. It was for-

merly accepted on January 15, 1936 and became effective on

February 1, 1936. The Association underwent a name change,

becoming the Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan Association.

That change came easily. But, in order to comply with de-

tailed federal requirements, a new constitution with new rules

and regulations had to be written and adopted by the Associ-

ation officials. That was no small task. Directors partici-

pating were: Harry Crist, Charles Denison, Ray Hinkle,

G. K. Hoffman, Eugene Nash, Hosea Warren and Fred Good-

ing. Crist served both as president and attorney. Frank Wat-

kinds, secretary-manager, was deeply involved in charter ne-

gotiations but he resigned as of December 30, 1935 so it was

necessary for his successor, Ray Hinkle, to start operating

under federal guidelines.

At that time, 50 years ago, the secretary-manager's

salary was $2,400 per year and the cashier's was $1,200.

The president was paid an annual salary of $240.00 and the

Association attorney received $100.00 annually. Directors

were paid $5.00 per meeting attended. Janitor service was

provided at $5.00 per week. Appraisers, always from direc-

tor's ranks, were paid $1.00 for in-town and $2.50 for rural

appraisals. Interest paid on savings accounts was 2 1/2%

per annum while borrowers were charged 4% to 5% depending

on the amount of the loan. Assets at the beginnign of this

first year (1936) under federal charter totaled $742,875 and

at the end, $778,003. There were 36 delinquent accounts

reported with a total of $4,895.11.

No evidence was found to indicate a formal celebra-

tion for Fidelity's 50th anniversary. However, a large ad-

vertisement announcing this fact appeared in The Delaware

Gazette on the exact anniversary date, January 18, 1937.

The ad proudly proclaimed such things as: Half a Century of

Community Service"; "Protecting Funds of Thrifty Folks - -

Helping Tenants Become Home Owners"; and "Always Secured

- Now Insured" plus the fact that the "Average Yield to its

Investors Through These Years is Over 4 1/2%".</text>
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                    <text>[page 12]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 12 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

Lingering effects of the Great Depression were still

disturbing normal business activity. At one point the board

realized they had too many low-yielding investments and so

they took steps to correct that situation. Another concern

was the fact that four institutions with whom they did busi-

ness were being liquidated. Slow business conditions promp-

ted the directors to adopt the following resolution on August

30, 1936: "Resolved, that the bank (First National Bank) be

advised that there is but little real estate changing ownership

in Delaware City or County and that there is practically no

new construction of homes, therefore the Association has

been unable to make but few desirable mortgage loans."

Even Federal Home Loan Bank officials were edgy. They crit-

ized Fidelity for not being more aggresive in acquiring mort-

gage loans. Since caution had brought them this far, Fidelity

officials were not about to shed that trademark.

Things remained static during the 1936-39 era. There

were no changes in personnel or in salaries. Loans were of

the three or four figure variety. Interest paid and interest

received percentages changed very little. Repayment of the

loans was at the $5.00 to $20.00 monthly level. The treas-

urer's job was turned over to the secretary. Since the Asso-

ciation owned a number of properties and a few farms, keep-

ing them in good repair was an ongoing task. Farm land in

which Fidelity had an interest was selling for about $60.00

an acre. By the end of 1939 the number of delinquent ac-

counts was down to 10 and the assets were at $616,754.82.

Even though the volume of business was down, Fidelity, as 

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                    <text>[page 13]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 13 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

WORLD WAR II AND AFTER YEARS

1940-1950

The 1940s were difficult years because of WWII and

the aftermath. However, through careful management, Fidel-

ity was able to surmount these difficulties and to maintain a

pattern of growth, not spectacular, but consistent. Direc-

tors in 1940 were Harry W. Crist (president and counsel) Ray

Hinkle (secretary and manager), Charles Denison, Fred Good-

ing, George K. Hoffman, Eugene Nash and Hosea Warren.

Nash passed away in 1941 after serving 30 years. He

was not replaced. Instead the board membership was kept at

six. When Warren died in 1944, after being a director for 30

years, he was succeeded by Will McElfresh. Then in 1945

president and attorney Crist died after 25 years with Fidelity.

Denison moved into the presidency. A. L. Everitt became a 

director, while Edson Williams and James Blair followed as

Association attorneys. Because of poor health, Fred Gooding

director for 16 years, resigned. R. M. Martin succeeded

him. J. C. Wirthman was made a director in 1947, thus the

board membership returned to seven. Directors were paid

$5.00 per meetings attended until 1947 when it was doubled.

Those directors who served as appraisers were paid $1.00

for local and $2.50 for rural appraisals all this decade.

Throughout the decade presidents were paid $360.00

annually and attorneys received a $100.00 annual retainer

fee. Crist, who doubled in both offices, accepted the pre-

sident's pay but refused the retainer fee. President Denison,

at his own request, served without salary. During this ten

years there were but two employees, secretary-manager Ray

Hinkle and cashier, Questa Williams. The secretary's sal-

ary was $2,400 per year until 1949 when it was $2,880. He

was also paid a car allowance. In 1949 the cashier's salary

was raised from $1,200 to $1,620. Joe Mayer served as cus-

todian at $5.00 per week.

It is interesting to note that president Denison's first

action was to call a special meeting on September 4, 1945

for the express purpose of discussing ways and means of im-

proving business. Among the suggestions were such things

as better office lighting; an advertising campaign; a new sign

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                    <text>[page 14]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 14 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

visitations by board members to other savings and loan offices

to study and observe their techniques. All of these ideas

were eventually implemented and evidently worked because

Fidelity's assets nearly doubled from 1945 to 1949.

With but a few exceptions loans were in the 5-figure

class and were made at 4% to 6%, depending on the amount

borrowed. Interest was paid semi-annually and ranged from

2 1/2% down to a low of 1 1/2 as paid in 1949. That was

the year Fidelity qualified to make FHA insured loans. At the

outset, 1940, assets were $616,754.82 and at the end of

1949 they were up to well over a million dollars.

On November 21, 1949 there was a full-page adver-

tisement in The Delaware Gazette hailing Fidelity's 62nd

Anniversary. It featured such things as individual pictures

of all officers and directors; the safety record of its opera-

tion; and the fact that they had plenty of money for borrow-

ing purposes. In this same issue, on the front page, there

was a news story announcing the fact that Delaware's only

other savings and loan association was going out of business.

Thus alertness was added to Fidelity's time-honored reputa-

tion for caution and safety.

A DECADE OF NORMALCY

1950-1960

The 1950s saw a decided increase in building, loan-

ing and saving activity, with each year showing a substan-

tial gain in dollars and customers. Both GI and FHA loans

were on the upswing. For a short time there was no charge

for appraisals, sort of a "special". Practically all loans

were at the four and five figure level, carrying a rate of 5%-

6%, according to the amount of the loan involved. Interest

being paid to savers varied from 2% to 3%.

While appraisals started in the 1950s at no charge,

that advantage was soon replaced by a $2.00 local and a

$3.00 rural fee. By 1959 this charge was up to $10.00 flat,

plus the legal fee. During these ten years the secretary-

treasurer's salary increased from $3,180 to $6,300. His car

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                    <text>[page 15]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 15 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

Likewise the cashier's salary was raised from $1,920 in 1950

to $3,600 in 1959. Both of these employees were given an-

nual bonuses based on the year's business. For a short time

directors received $10.00 per meeting attended but by 1956

that figure had increased to $35.00 for each meeting. The

Association's legal counsel was paid a small retainer fee

throughout these ten years.

During practically all of the 1950s there were but

two full-time employees: Ray Hinkle, secretary-treasurer,

and Questa Williams, cashier. James Blair, Association

Counsel, served all but a brief time during which time

Henry Wolf acted in that capacity. Thomas Wright was em-

ployed as a bookkeeper late in 1958 and then in 1959 he was

made assistant cashier. Charles Denison, who had served

as a director for 29 years and as president since 1945, died

in August, 1958. He was succeeded as president by Will

McElfresh and as director by Harry A. Humes. During his

11-year presidency he refused any salary except that for be-

ing a director. J. C. Wirthman, who had served several of

these years as a director, resigned that post effective Dec-

ember 31, 1959.

Fidelity's officials were always on the alert. When 

certain aspects of income tax laws seemed detrimental to

savings and loans, they contacted Senators Taft and Bricker

for favorable action. Then, when other savings and loans

applied for federal charters to operate in the Delaware area,

Director J. C. Wirthman was sent to Washington D.C. to

protest. Later Association Counsel, James Blair, was sent

there to further lobby against such chartering, the gist of

their protest being that Delaware's building and loan needs

already were being adequately met.

Upon its organization in the early 1950s, The Dela-

ware County Bank was added to the list of official depositor-

ies that included the First National Bank and the Federal

Home Loan Bank. Selecting depositories was an annual task

of the directors. Although not as frequent as in the 1940s,

requests for loan repayment adjustments continued to demand

director attention and action.

The two rear upstairs rooms were renovated and then

rented to the Henry Wolf law firm. The front room was leased

to the Democratic Party Headquarters. In 1956 air condition-

ing was authorized for the first floor offices. Also, Saturday</text>
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                    <text>[page 16]

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afternoon office hours were replaced by staying open on Fri-

day nights. By the end of 1959 assets were listed at nearly

two million dollars. That's about how things stood in the

1950s.

THE SIXTIES -- YEAR AFTER YEAR

1960-1970

At the beginnign of the 1960s decade, Fidelity's as-

sets were nearing two million dollars. Leslie Burkhart was

named a director, serving with Will McElfresh, A. L. Everitt,

Ray Hinkle, George K. Hoffman, R. M. Martin and Harry

Humes. Money orders were added to services available.

Loans were being made at 6% and 6 1/2% according to the

amount involved. In anticipation of the upcoming 75th anni-

versary celebration, $8,000 was allotted for new counters,

modernizing the front and installing a new heating system.

Patricia Miller was employed as a teller. Changes were com-

ing so fast that board meetings were not adjourned - just re-

cessed. Ray Hinkle retired as secretary-treasurer but stayed

on as a director. James C. Blackledge became the secretary-

treasurer in 1961 following Hinkle's departure. Because of 

his health, Geroge K. Hoffman, longtime director, resigned

in 1962 and Blackledge was named to that vacancy.

In mid-January 1962, fifty years after moving from the

Lamb's Block building to its newly purchased facility at 46

North Sandusky Street, Fidelity observed its 75th anniversary

with a three day Open House. Directors' wives were present

to greet visitors and to serve refreshments. For celebrating

this milestone the facility had been given a new look. Will

McElfresh was Association president; James C. Blackledge

was secretary-treasurer; Questa Williams was cashier; Kath-

ryn McGovern was teller (having just replaced Patricia Mil-

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                    <text>[page 17]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 17 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

Association had a membership of 1,300 investors (savers).

Eighty of them had been investors for 25 years or more. One

member even claimed that she had been an investor 70 of

the 75 years. Assets were listed as being $2,500,000.

During the 75 years over $1,900,000 was paid out in div-

idends and interest, an outstanding achievement.

In 1963 approval was given Fidelity to make FHA

loans. Big loans for church building projects were being

considered. Other loans involving six figures were also be-

ing considered and even granted. Because of his wife's poor

health Blackledge resigned in 1963 and was replaced by Reg-

inald Moncur. Interest now being paid on savings was 4%.

Ray Hinkle resigned as a director in 1964 after serving 34

years. John R. Florance succeeded him. Also resigning that

year was secretary-treasurer Reginald Moncur. His succes-

sor was Irwin Niemoeller. Several new employees were hired

in 1965, including an assistant secretary, Jack Griffith and

office workers, Kathleen Weiser and Mary Starling.

The peak year so far as lending was in 1965. Over

200 loans were made, totaling nearly two and a half million

dollars. Total savings increased by a quarter-million dollars.

Niemoeller was made a director that year and Edward Flahive

was named chief counsel. Due to the government's tight

money policy of 1966, the building and loan industry, inclu-

ding Fidelity, endured a difficult year in making loans. To

offset this lack of business, Fidelity launched an intensive

advertising campaign. An employee for 40 years, Questa

Williams retired in 1966. Victor Milla became a director re-

placing R. M. Martin who passed away after being a board

member for 20 years.

By 1967 the advertising campaign, at about $1,000 

per month, was in full swing with appreciable effect. The

Association-member appraisal committee was replaced by

professionals, on a trial basis. Mary Starling resigned from

the office staff and was replaced by Norma Hines. On April

28 and 29 another Open House was held. This was in ob-

servance of Fidelity's 80th anniversary. Directors' wives

served as greeters and served refreshments, an ongoing tra-

dition. This event also marked the 100th anniversary of the

founding of Delaware Building Association, the first building

society in Ohio to be incorporated. On February 22, 1967

the Ohio Savings and Loan League had conducted a tree-

planting ceremony and a plaque dedication commemorating</text>
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                    <text>[page 18]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 18 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

that event at Delaware County Fairgrounds. During a ban-

quet that night in Columbus, addressed by Senator Barry

Goldwater the role of Delaware was highlighted. In their

coverage of Fidelity's 80th anniversary newspapers mention-

ed facts such as: the Association had 2000 savings custom-

ers; nearly 500 home buyers and assets of approximately five

million dollars, an increase of three million dollars in six

years. It was a so-so year in 1968. However, a record

amount was added to reserve funds. Things begin to look up

in 1969. James Kern succeeded Victor Milla as a director.

Assistant secretary Jack Griffith resigned his post. Loans

were being made at 7% to 7 1/2% interest, while interest on

savings accounts was changed often in order to meet compe-

tition. Savings accounts were insured up to $20,000.

A record amount was spent for advertising. In this one year

alone over a quarter-million dollars in interest was distribu-

ted, thus indicating a good year. Near the end of the year,

president Will McElfresh died. He had completed 25 years

with Fidelity, the last eleven as president. Vice president

A. L. Everitt was elevated to the presidency. The '60s de-

cade ended with assets of over $6,000,000, that figure be-

ing three times the beginning amount.

THE EVENTFUL SEVENTIES

1970-1979

Business continued to improve with 1970 being the

most profitable year ever for Fidelity. Loans were made at

8% and interest on savings accounts was at 5%. Certificates

were issued at 5.25% up to 6%. Improvement loans were

popular at 6%. Charles Pasley was named assistant secre-

tary and Dr. David C. Green was elected to a directorship.

An employment benefit plan, sponsored by the Ohio Savings

and Loan League, was accepted and put into effect. Assets

were up to the $8,000,000 mark. Many applications for big

loans started to show up in 1971. In fact, Fidelity was the

lead lender in the development of Hayes Colony. Borrowing

rates dipped slightly. Nearly 200 loans were processed and</text>
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                    <text>[page 19]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 19 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

the net increase in savings accounts reached nearly the fig-

ure of $1,500,000. Christmas Club participants were given

a 51st payment for the use of their money. Assets were re-

ported to be $10,000,000. Several additions were made to

the staff in 1972, namely: Edward Planisek, Preston Knight,

Kathy Baker, Karen Hughes and Sandra Stevens. There was

one resignation, Charles Pasley. Business continued to

boom. Such line items as loans for construction, property

improvement, purchase and participation agreements became

very prominent in monthly reports. Assets continued to in-

crease, now at $11,500,000.

A retirement plan for all employees was adopted in

1973. The issuing of traveler's checks became an added

service. Secretary-Treasurer, manager and director, Irvin

Niemoeller resigned, effective March 31, 1973 after eight

years of service. During his years as an officer, Fidelity's

assets increased by $8,000,000. Paul R. McAlister suc-

ceeded Niemoeller. Edward Planisek was named comptroller

a newly created post. Huntington National Bank, Columbus,

became a fourth depository for Association funds. Profes-

sional appraisers, E. Richard Sherman and E. L. Disbennett

Jr. were employed to be appraisers. Interest was 5.25% on

passbook savings accounts and certificates paying from

5.75% up to 7.50% were made available. Director John R.

Florance resigned late in 1973. Assets were $12,000,000.

Two new directors were named in 1974: C. Neilson Griffith

to replace Florance and Paul R. McAllister to replace Nie-

moeller. The well known firm of Coopers and Lybrand was

hired for internal auditing purposes. Loans were made at

8.75% and 9%. Such new loan terms as: recast of loans,

speculative construction, permanent construction; and re-

finance of clear property began to appear in Association re-

cords. A six-year certificate paying interest of 7.75% was

introduced. J. Chad Wirthman and Don Fisher were added

to the list of certified appraisers. An application for esta-

blishing a branch office was filed with the Federal Home

Loan Bank Board. Assets were $13,000,000 at the end of 1974.

Permission to expand came early in 1975. So it was

not long until a beautifully appointed, modern branch office

with three employees was opened in a leased location at 30

Troy Road, within Georgetowne Center. The formal grand

opening was March 10-14. Drawings were held for 10 pass-

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                    <text>[page 20]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 20 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

silver ice cream scoops. On display, in sharp contrast to

the ultra-modern laundry next door, was crude washing equip-

ment used by A. L. Everitt's grandmother while raising a 

family of eight. Everitt, who had a notable and lengthy con-

nection with Fidelity, was serving as president at the time.

It was largely through the efforts of Secretary Paul McAllis-

ter that the branch office became a reality. This added loca-

tion in Delaware's rapidly growing north end provided easier

access and convenient parking for customers as well as cre-

ating a new marketing area. All services of the main office

were made available at the branch office.

There were still more developments in 1975. The

Association's historic calendar-year policy was changed to

a fiscal year, ending on June 30th. Assets were now well

over $20,000,000. Mr. McAllister resigned effecive Octo-

ber 1st and Edward J. Planisek, who had been serving as the

comptroller and assistant manager for three years, was ap-

pointed secretary-treasurer and general manager. Another

important milestone developed in late December. The 80-

year old former Delaware Hardware Store building at 60 North

Sandusky Street was purchased from Howard Kraft for devel-

opment of a much needed larger main office. Director Leslie

Burkhart was deeply involved in this acquisition. Thus, all

in all, 1975 was a busy, profitable and eventful year.

Starting early in 1976 a great deal of time was spent

concerning the use and remodeling of the newly acquired

building, a process that involved both staff and officials.

In addition, a firm of professionals was hired to assist in

the planning stage. Out of this planning came the idea of

using an "old look" motif in developing 60 North Sandusky

Street into a modern main office.

Other things happened in 1976. Loan applications

increased in both numbers and ammounts. Dates for all annu-

al meetings were changed permanently to the second Monday 

in August, thus conforming wtih the new fiscal year policy.

The interest rate for loans ranged from 8% to 9%. A new pay

schedule was adopted for the 7 staff members as well as all

officers. Libaility insurance coverage for all Fidelity offi-

cers became effective near the end of 1976.

With the advent of 1977 Fidelity became 90 years

old. The early months of that year were devoted to comple-

ting the restoration of their new facility and planning a gala

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                    <text>[page 21]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 21 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

bined efforts and talents of manager, Edward Planisek and

his staff and of president, A. L. Everitt and his fellow offi-

cers. The restored 80-year old structure was given a new,

but "old look" with its exterior being refinished in color and

style reminiscent of the 1890s.

For the lobby expert craftmen created a Victorian Era

atmosphere with ornate lighting fixtures, plush wall-to-wall

carpeting, naturally finished oak woodwork and walls featu-

ring wainscoting of oak, highlighted with period wallpaper

and art work. The lobby's waiting area was made especially

pleasant with Victorian style furnishings. Adjacent to the

waiting area two spaces were set aside for secretarial use.

In order not to detract from the Victorian motif, the

work area, with its battery of modern business equipment,

was separated from the lobby by a row of teller terminals

fashioned from oak. Adjacent to this work area a small

private room was created for safety deposit boxes. Beyond

the lobby, management offices were positioned as well as

space for the bookkeeping department and conference,

staff, storage and rest rooms plus areas for future develop-

ment. In the recessed main entrance off Sandusky Street

a walk-up window and a night depository were installed,

both of which blended into the "old look". At the rear,

a convenient parking lot was built, with both entrances

and exits from Sandusky Street and Central Avenue. A 

covered rear entrance was constructed off the parking lot,

with steps leading downstairs to a hallway that provided ac-

cess to the lobby and various offices.

In order to celebrate properly its 90th anniversary,

to show off the new "Old Look" facility and to acquaint the

public with its new location and its expanded services,

Fidelity held a Grand Opening Week, June 13-17, 1977. 

Ray Hinkle, retired long-time Association official, was

given the traditional ribbon cutting honor. Refreshments

were served and gifts presented to all visitors. House plants

were given with $50.00 deposits to savings accounts and ran-

dom drawings were held for $600.00 in gift certificates re-

deemable at area places of business. The Radio Station WD-

LR did live broadcasts from the facility on certain days.

After touring the new facility, one prominent citizen

remarked, "It is a very significant and handsome addition to

the downtown appearance of Delaware. I hope that it will

encourage others to follow the excellent example you have

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                    <text>[page 22]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 22 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

Other things happened in 1977. The former office

building at 46 North Sandusky Street was sold to Cedo Cor-

poration. The unused rear one-half of the branch office was

subleased to Buehler's; a program of surprise cash counts at

various teller terminals was instituted; the liability policy

covering officers was changed to a different company and a

non-discriminatory policy in making loans became effective.

In 1978 loans were made at 9% and 10%, with employ-

ees getting special consideration on their loan applications.

A limit of $15,000 was placed on home improvement loans.

Traveler's checks were issued at no charge to Senior Citi-

zens holding Golden Buckeye cards. A new salary schedule

for all 8 employees was adopted along with a provision that

called for automatic, semi-annual reviews of existing pay

scales.

Highlights of 1979 included the purchase October 9

of the adjoining building at 58 North Sandusky Street. For-

merly a Sears Store was located at this site owned by Mar-

guerite Burgess.

Interest on passbook savings accounts was set at

5.5%. Continuing a trend of the times, pay raises were

given to all staff members and officers. Outright authority

was given Association officers to make first mortgage loans

up to $45,000. Interest rates on loans continued to climb

upward, now being at 12.5%. It was decided to convert un-

developed space on the second floor into a room for use by

auditors and examiners. Donations were made to the Hayes

High School Band Uniform Fund and for the downtown Christ-

mas lighting project. With deregulations of savings and

loans in the offing, a whole new future was opened up for

Fidelity.</text>
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                    <text>[page 23]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 23 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

HIGHLIGHTING THE EIGHTIES

1980-1986

In 1980 a revised sick leave plan was adopted. Un-

solicited outside offers for possible mergers, a common ma-

neuver of that day, were turned down. The usual donations

to youth groups were made plus one to the Soil Conservation

District. Pay raises were given to all employees. NOW

accounts and roll over mortgages were introduced. An offer

designed to relocate the branch office to a place inside the

Buehler Store was also turned down. Loans were made at

rates that fluctuated between 11% and 15%. Due to a rash

of bank robberies in Columbus it was decided to install a

camera in a strategic spot. Economic conditions influenced

much of 1981 activity. The trend was toward shorter term,

higher cost certificates of deposits and a greatly increased

average of dividends paid out. Such a business climate re-

quired not only caution but also constant reviews of the

Association's investment portfolio. Interest charged on

loans rose to as high as 18%. Second mortgages, up to 80%

of appraisal value, not to exceed $45,000 and with a 10-year

limit, were made available. The usual annual pay raises

for all employees were granted. However, the directors and

legal counsel, due to 1981's economic slowdown, decided

to take cuts in their fees. Despite the slowdown, Fidelity's

assets were up to over $27,000,000 as 1981 ended.

During 1982 a third teller terminal was installed at

the branch office. A great deal of discussion centered on

possible restructuring of assets. IRAs were introduced.

Interest on 30 month CDs was limited to 14%. Money Ma-

ker accounts and 91-day CDs were authorized. Inquiries

regarding possible mergers continued to surface. No inter-

est in these mergers was shown. Salaries were increased.

Considerable attention was given to proposed methods for

disposing of low-yielding loans. With the office building

now five years old contracts were awarded for painting and

other exterior work. The year 1983 was ushered in with on-

going discussions concerning possible consumer type lend-

ing; a more aggressive mortgage lending policy and possible

sale of certain low-yield mortgage loans. Changes were

made in advertising agencies and in internal audit compan-

ies. Thomas Ivory was employed as assistant treasurer

and Ed Madison was engaged to appraise for second mort-</text>
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                    <text>[page 24]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 24 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

gages and for lots. Twelve-month CDs with a $500.00 mini-

mum were introduced. Permission to make loans made possi-

ble by passage of State Issue I was authorized by the direc-

tors. Since he was moving from Ohio, Leslie Burkhart re-

signed his directorship after 23 years of service, including

8 years as Association vice president. Business conditions

were beginning to improve by the end of 1983.

Fidelity experienced a good year in 1984. Richard

Dawson was elected a director succeeding Leslie Burkhart.

A change was made in the insurance company managing the

retirement plan for Fidelity. Salaries for all employees and

officials were increased and a maternity leave policy was

formulated. In order to complete a change in data proces-

sing firms new conversion equipment had to be installed.

A. L. Everitt resigned from the board after being a member

for 39 years. He was president for 8 of those years, during

which time the branch office was established and the present

facility became a realty. Noteworthy, too, was the fact that

Fidelity's assets increased by over $30,000,000 during his

connection with the Association. Everitt passed away in

December 1984.

By 1985 interest rates were beginning to fall. The

business climate was much better. Restructuring of Associ-

ation assets continued to be a prime topic. Lloyd Baker took

A. L. Everitt's place on the board of directors. A sizeable

special industry-wide assessment was paid to the Federal

Savings and Loan Insurance Corporation. Female employees

were given a 6% salary incrase. Martha Law was named

assistant treasurer after Thomas Ivory resigned from the post.

Fees paid to directors were increased and year-end bonuses

were distributed. By the year's end assets were all the way

up to $32,664,250.

While heading into the last lap (1986) of its first 100

years of serving the Delaware area things shaped up like this:

interest rates on loans dropped to 10% and below; requests

for refinancing soared; interest on CDs and various other

savings plans inched downward; selected employees were

given salary increases; and potential sites for expansion

were discussed but no action was taken.

When the fiscal year ended on June 30th, assets were

up to $36,523,620. A Centennial Committee was formed com-

posed of directors C. Neilson Griffith, James L. Kern, vice

president and Harry A. Humes, president, to plan Fidelity's</text>
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                    <text>[page 25]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 25 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

100th anniversary celebration. In approaching its 100th

birthday, January 18, 1987, Edward J. Planisek Jr., manage-

ing officer, announced that Fidelity's assets were up to a

record high of $40,000,000. He also announced that the

number of borrowers and of depositors were at all-time highs.

It was in this upbeat atmosphere that Fidelity's first century

came to an end.

EPILOGUE

In summation, Fidelity has survived wars, depres-

sions, slowdowns, recessions, regulations, panics, in-

flation and competition, thus attesting to its durability,

flexibility and credibility. The Association can take great

pride and satisfaction in the fact that it had helped thou-

sands of people purchase, build or remodel their homes.

Likewise thousands have entrusted their savings with

Fidelity and they have been rewarded with high interest

rates and guaranteed safety. In short, Fidelity has been

good to the people of the Delaware area and Delaware area

people have been good to Fidelity. Otherwise there would

be no Centennial Celebration. It has bucked the merger

trend and is still independent and Delaware's only home-

town savings and loan Association. And judging from past

performance Fidelity will be around for as long as man's

quest for shelter is alive.</text>
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                    <text>[page 26]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 26 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

ADMINISTRATION

Since its founding 100 years ago, secretaries have

been regarded as top person in Fidelity's day by day opera-

tion, always doubling as manager and sometimes as treas-

urer. In recent years the title has become a combination of

secretary/treasurer/managing officer, without a brief, des-

ignated title. Their salaries down through the years were

generally in line with thoes in similar businesses. Such

benefits as car allowances, bonuses, insurance and retire-

ment programs were added over a long period of time.

In Fidelity's 100 year history only nine men served

in this managerial capacity. Longest tenures were those of

Frank S. Watkins (32 years) and Ray D. Hinkle (26 years).

Their combined years covered more than one-half of Fidel-

ity's entire existence. A considerable share of Fidelity's

success would have to be attributed to these capable and

devoted administrators: C. O. Little (1887-1892), W. E.

Moore (1892-1903), Frank S. Watkins (1903-1935), Ray

D. Hinkle (1935-1961), James Blackledge (1961-1963),

Reginald Moncur (1963-1964), Irwin Niemoeller (1964-1973)

Paul McAllister (1973-1975) and in 1975 Edward J. Planisek

was named secretary-treasurer and managing officer. He is

still serving in those capacities as Fidelity closes out its

100th year.

ABOUT THE DIRECTORS

Under the charter and by-laws adopted in 1936, the

board of directors was charged with directing Association

business. The board, as constituted, consisted of seven

directors. They elected their own officers and formed them-

selves into operating committees. Regular monthly meetings

were mandated with provision for special meetings, if neces-

sary. Among board duties were these: review and act upon

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                    <text>[page 27]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 27 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

ings accounts; evaluate monthly financial reports and hire

employees and set their salaries. In addition, for many

years, it was customary for a committee of directors to make

appraisals as part of the loan process. For this service

each appraiser was paid a small fee. However, in recent

years, the directors turned over this important duty to pro-

fessionals. When the Association was organized, the di-

rectors served without pay. Then as business increased,

they paid themselves small amounts for meetings attended,

a trend that has continued upward until nowadays they are

receiving an annual salary comparable to directors in like

businesses. A 1936 by-law states that the Association

"shall extend leniency and indulgence to borrowers in dis-

tress". Actually the officers and directors have been fol-

lowing that practice for 100  years and it has enhanced the

image of Fidelity by so doing.

Basically the director's role and duties during those

50 years of state supervision differ very little from those of

the past 50 years of federalization, except for the growing

complexities of doing business in our constantly changing

economy. Credit for much of the Association's success and

longevity would have to be attributed to these 53 outstand-

ing business and professional men who gave so liberally of

their time and talent over the past century while serving as

directors: Lloyd Baker, D. H. Battenfield, B. W. Brown,

Leslie Burkhart, Dr. H. P. Caldwell, H. L. Clark, W. J. 

Cone, Joseph C. Cox, Robert Cox, Harry W. Crist, Rich-

ard Dawson, Charles W. Denison, A. L. Everitt, John R.

Florance, Max Frank, W. T. Gessner, Fred M. Gooding,

Dr. David C. Green, C. Neilson Griffith, J. H. Grove, Dr.

W. H. Hague, C. E. Hills, Ray D. Hinkle, George J. Hoff-

man, George K. Hoffman, Harry A. Humes, W. C. Jaynes,

James L. Kern, C. O. Little, A. Lybrand Jr., R. M. Martin,

Paul R. McAllister, H. J. McCullough, Will McElfresh,

Victor Milla, Martin Miller, W. E. Moore, Eugene P. Nash,

E. E. Neff, Irwin Niemoeller, W. S. Parks, F. J. R. Pfiffner,

Edward J. Planisek, J. H. Smith, W. A. Smith, Frank S.

Sprague, V. D. Stayman, J. D. Van Deman, Hosea Warren,

Frank S. Watkins, H. A. Welch, J. C. Wirthman and Bene-

dict Yehley.</text>
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                    <text>[page 28]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 28 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

PINPOINTING THE PRESIDENTS

The founding president was B. W. Brown. Other

early presidents were Max Frank, C. E. Hills, J. D. Van

Deman, and D. W. Battenfield. Following them were 

Eugene P. Nash (1928-34), Harry W. Crist (1934-45),

Charles W. Denison (1945-58), Will McElfresh (1958-69),

and A. L. Everitt (1969-77). Harry A. Humes succeeded

Everitt as only the 11th president in Fidelity's 100 year his-

tory. He is still serving in that capacity. Presidents have

always been elected by the board of directors from within

their own ranks. Early on, they were paid the same fee as

directors, plus an additional amount for performing presi-

dentials duties, generally on a per meeting attended basis.

This method of remuneration still prevails. As times and 

circumstances permitted, presidential pay has been upgra-

ded to its present level. Fidelity has been fortunate to have

had such qualified and dedicated leadership during its first

100 years.

LEGALLY SPEAKING

From its inception Fidelity's by-laws provided for a

legal adviser as part of the official family. The beginning

fee for providing this service was limited to $18.00 per quar-

ter. J. D. Van Deman was the first of Delaware's distin-

guished attorneys to serve Fidelity. Others who acted as

the Association's legal counsel included W. J. Cone, James

Lytle, C. H. McElroy, Edson Williams, Harry Crist, and

James Blair. In 1965 Edward Flahive was named legal coun-

sel and he still holds that position. Attorneys Van Deman

and Crist each served several years as both Fidelity presi-

dent and legal counsel, but without pay for the latter post.

Other Delaware attorneys, on occasion, were called upon to

represent Fidelity in specific legal matters. There is little

doubt but that the Association's legal counselors played an

important role in its 100 years of solving housing needs of

thousands of people.</text>
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                    <text>[page 29]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 29 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

PROFILING RAY HINKLE

The name of Ray D. Hinkle stands out prominently in

Fidelity's history. He started a long and distinguished ca-

reer at Fidelity on June 1, 1927 as bookkeeper. Very soon

thereafter he was named cashier. When long-time secretary

and manager, Frank S. Watkins, resigned in January of 1935,

Hinkle was named to that position and he stayed on until re-

signing on May 1, 1961. In 1930 he had been elected as a 

director and remained in that capacity for 34 years. During

1962-64 he served as vice president. Hinkle's career en-

compassed such difficult years as those of the Great Depres-

sion, the change from state to federal charter and World

War II with its trying times. When Hinkle became secretary

and manager in 1935 Fidelity's assets were recorded as

$778,003. When retiring from that position in 1961, the as-

sets were up to $2,184,300. His genuis for making safe

loans and for protecting depositor's funds is legendary.

Some of his passing recollections include his former

boss telling a demanding customer, "Yes, we do have a

board of directors, but I am boss." He recalled the time he

complained to a supplier via mail because his six-month old

order had not arrived - only to receive a terse three-word

note stating, "Sorry as hell". Also the trials and tribula-

tions of the Great Depression days when he made "house

calls" in an effort to collect past due accounts such as the

delinquent farmer who had promised to pay "When his wheat

was threshed".

After attending Ohio Wesleyan University for two

years, Questa Williams came to Fidelity July 1, 1927 as the

bookkeeper. In 1936 she was made cashier, a position she

held until her retirement October 1, 1966. She served under

five different secretary-managers for a total of 40 years, the

longest tenure of any Fidelity employee. Secretary Ray Hin-

kle, Questa's boss for many of those years, had this to say

about her, "Questa was an excellent employee who did her

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                    <text>[page 30]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 30 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

LOOKING AT ADVERTISEMENT

When spread over a century, Fidelity's advertising

has had to have an impact on its growth and visibility.

Often large display ads were used to publicize anniversa-

ries, dedications, grand openings, annual reports, and

important events. Smaller ads, some done professionally,

were used to highlight their ever increasing services as well

as to urge people to be thrifty and save, preferably at Fidel-

ity, of course. Even classified ads and direct mailings

were found to be effective in making contacts. With the

advent of radio and still later, cable TV, these new dimen-

sions were put to use. Certain phrases and slogans, taken

from advertising copy, have become Fidelity trademarks,

such as: "Pin your future to thrift".

	 "Not how big, but how strong".

	 "Safety and service since 1887".

	 "We're everything friends are for".

	 "Always secured, now insured".

In the 1950s a great deal of emphasis was given this

phrase, "A local institution, conducted by local people, for

the benefit of local people". The combination of media adver-

tising and good will generated by satisfied customers has

made and kept Fidelity a household name for these many

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                    <text>[page 31]

[corresponds to unlabeled page 31 of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

FIDELITY AND THE COMMUNITY

Fidelity has always been community minded. Their

very first donations were made to the Delaware YMCA, long

since defunct, and to the equally old Commercial Club, a

service organization engrossed in beautifying the downtown

area. There has been always a special interest in support-

ing youth movements such as Junior Achievement, Dollars

for Scholars, Boy Scouts of America, Junior Fair and Hayes

High School band. Sports-wise, Fidelity has sponsored

softball and bowling teams.

Special need causes brought on by both World Wars

were assisted monetarially. Regular support has been

given to the Red Cross and the United Way and its predessors.

Chamber of Commerce membership was always a must as

was support of their projects. A sizeable donation once

was made to help keep K &amp; W Rubber Company in Delaware.

Such diverse things ranging from the Soil Conservation Dis-

trict all the way to Ohio Wesleyan University's Music Ren-

aissance Project received Fidelity financial assistance.

Perhaps one of Fidelity's advertising slogans says it best,

"A local institution conducted by local people for the

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                    <text>[page 32]

[corresponds to back cover of Fidelity Federal Savings and Loan 100 Years]

FIDELITY FEDERAL

SAVINGS &amp; LOAN ASS'N

1887

100 YEARS

1987</text>
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Josie and Wilbur Main&#13;
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April 1998&#13;
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&#13;
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46 F Bradenton Trlr Park&#13;
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P.O. B etc - Florida&#13;
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Dear Aults,    Dec. 1970&#13;
&#13;
Feeling that  it was time&#13;
&#13;
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Every day is lovely here&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
else, including a marvel-&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
thrust upon us fortunate-&#13;
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&#13;
the days now until I have&#13;
&#13;
a chance to see a little ice.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
a kitten and I will buy gas.&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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denomination and the Sunbury United Methodist Church. I am a lay delegate for 3&#13;
&#13;
years to the East Ohio Annual Conference. when I presented the annual report. I&#13;
&#13;
mentioned that 44 years ago, I was also a delegate for West Ohio when Mary was&#13;
&#13;
just 2 months old.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I am a staunch and ardent Republican following in my parents' footsteps.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I started out living in the country, then lived in Cincinnati and the small &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
a little brown house that we built in 1988 on Centerburg Road. We have &#13;
&#13;
lots of evergreens around the house, walnut trees, weeping willows, maples,&#13;
&#13;
buckeye, oak, peach, tulip, and others. Geese roam the woods and enjoy a &#13;
&#13;
pond and creek. We see a deer occasionally. It's just 4 miles from&#13;
&#13;
Sunbury and 6 miles from Centerburg. We vote at a &#13;
&#13;
little town 3 miles from our house called Olive Green.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Little Girl. However, they are both dead now; and we&#13;
&#13;
miss them. I remember them well.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Entrance to 14150 Centerburg Road]&#13;
&#13;
[side right photo: Harold with Little Girl and Beau - 1990]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo: Rocks from the creek]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Large rock brought in from the field by Ray Facemeyer]&#13;
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While I was writing this on Saturday evening, August 17, 1996, Harold came&#13;
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&#13;
another neighbor left the gate unlocked and the big black huskie dog was in the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
them with fear as to what I would find. They were all 5 still &#13;
&#13;
alive. Hopefully they all will live.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
pen so that they couldn't fly away until they had grown some and become used to the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Wesley Bishop. they are buried at Marlboro, Delaware County, Ohio.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
born in Anweil, Switzerland and came to America when she was 5. She had a maiden&#13;
&#13;
sister, Rosina who was in a wheelchair and used to hold me. They are buried at Oak&#13;
&#13;
Grove in Delaware, Ohio. Alonza Eleezar Main, a doctor, who was high up in the&#13;
&#13;
Masons and who is buried in Ringgold, Georgia, died before I was born in August&#13;
&#13;
1916. He was my grandfather.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Addie and Wesley bishop lived on Price Road near a little place called&#13;
&#13;
Waterhill. I remember we had to call them Mama and Papa Bishop. They were&#13;
&#13;
embarrassed by our large family. Mama Bishop was an artist and painted pictures in&#13;
&#13;
oil, and Papa Bishop raised registered Merino sheep and Percheron horses. Papa&#13;
&#13;
Bishop called Addie "Pet". They lost their home because he tried to please her by&#13;
&#13;
building a three story house, one like her cousin down in Clintonville, now a suburb&#13;
&#13;
of Columbus. It even had an elevator. Brother John said he lived as a child after&#13;
&#13;
coming from Cleveland after Dad resigned his Chief Yeoman rank in the Navy at our&#13;
&#13;
grandparents' tenant house. One of their registered Percheron horses was World&#13;
&#13;
Grand Champion at St. Louis and sold to a Japanese for $10,000. His name was&#13;
&#13;
Clemenso. His valuable stable of horses were found floundered in a wet clover field&#13;
&#13;
one morning. Dad tried to save the farm but was not successful.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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stock. He contracted Typhoid Fever. They also had our mother Josie, a son Archie,&#13;
&#13;
a school teacher, and Violet Townley.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Main. they had 4 children, Francis, Edna, Nina, and Harold. Only Harold is&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Weaver. In 1927 we moved back to the farm on Horseshoe Road, &#13;
&#13;
and we attended the upper Horseshoe one room school. It is still &#13;
&#13;
standing among weeds. Helen Hardin Allen was my 2nd grade teacher, &#13;
&#13;
and we were friends until she died in 1989. She was my inspiration as&#13;
&#13;
well as my mother who would keep saying "get  a good education; it's &#13;
&#13;
the only thing that can't be taken from you". Miss Dukes, the 3rd grade &#13;
&#13;
teacher, made us learn a Bible verse every time we were late for school. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
then known as the East School. They are the only teachers I remember by&#13;
&#13;
 name. In 1930  the school was closed, and we were transported by bus to &#13;
&#13;
Delaware. I played clarinet in the grade school band. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Cincinnati, Ohio as a state examiner for Joseph Tracey. I was a junior &#13;
&#13;
and sister, Verona, a freshman at Hughes High School on Ludwig &#13;
&#13;
Avenue and West McMillian Street on the hilltop in Cincinnati. &#13;
&#13;
There  were 770 in our graduating class as we marched 7 abreast to &#13;
&#13;
the tune "Pomp and Circumstance" down the large main aisle of the &#13;
&#13;
Cincinnati Music Hall, on June 17, 1938 for our diplomas. During 1939 &#13;
&#13;
working part-time at Sears, I attended MillerBusiness school. It was&#13;
&#13;
to learn typing which was a big help, also shorthand;  and I still know&#13;
&#13;
 how to&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: Horseshoe Road School 1927-1928, 2nd and 3rd Grades]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: Helen Allen - 2nd and 4th grade Teacher 1988]&#13;
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write and understand it. Starting to the University of Cincinnati&#13;
&#13;
wasn't a big change from high school as it too was just a block&#13;
&#13;
away from our home at 148 West McMillian Street. Tuition&#13;
&#13;
in the early 1940's was $45.00 a semester. In January of 1943 my&#13;
&#13;
friend Tom Tibbits left for March Field in California as&#13;
&#13;
a radio man and gunner, and I went to work at Wright Patterson&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
married in the Christ Episcopal Church on 4th Street&#13;
&#13;
in Cincinnati. In early 1944 Tom was stationed in&#13;
&#13;
Medford, Oregon and before he was to go to the&#13;
&#13;
Aleutian Islands I made a trip west. Before I returned&#13;
&#13;
I was happy to know that I was pregnant. I went back&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Tibbits, Jr. was born on November 20, 1944. the little&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
in a cast 3 times before he died at 2 years, 3 months&#13;
&#13;
and 9 days old on January 29, 1947 at Children's&#13;
&#13;
Hospital in Cincinnati from a fall from his crib.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After getting home from the service, Tom had&#13;
&#13;
a drinking problem and went home to live with his&#13;
&#13;
parents, George and Bessie Tibbits, two wonderful&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: 5th Grade Elementary School Band- about 1931. Rosella at the end of second row]&#13;
&#13;
[middle photo: Hughes High School - Cincinnati - 1938]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: Rosella's Graduation, Hughes High School-1938]&#13;
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people, in Rochester, New York. On October 30, 1946 I&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
[top left photo: Tom Tibbetts - 1944]&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Elizabeth, Tommy and Tom Tibbitts, January 1945]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo: Rosella and Tommy - Spring 1945]&#13;
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At the time of my son's death, I was working two jobs, &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 and during the day at the Jergens Soap and Cosmetic &#13;
&#13;
Plant as a supervisor in quality control. One night a week &#13;
&#13;
I attended the University of Cincinnati night school taking&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
evening after class on my way home walking with a &#13;
&#13;
friend Alberta Peet, not knowing the professor was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
for the 2 young ladies he had overheard the week before,&#13;
&#13;
living with him wasn't a prerequisite for passing his course. &#13;
&#13;
Were we two embarrassed?&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Grandpa Bishop loved horses as did George.&#13;
&#13;
One of the good things I remember about our Aunt&#13;
&#13;
Ora and Uncle Ernest was that they came to Waverly &#13;
&#13;
and stayed with me a month after Mary was born and&#13;
&#13;
until school was out. Also hewent with me to a sale of&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Dad and Tommy, September 1946 Chapel Road and the horse, "Old Dolly"]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo: Old Dolly and Rosella - 1952]&#13;
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[bottom right photo: Old Dolly - 1952 ]&#13;
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thoroughbreds in Columbus and picked Dolly for me. She had a bad tooth and the&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
"Princess" who later got a fistula and had to be put to sleep by the Ohio State&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
she only whinnied when we were walking in the stable door.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photocopy of Rosella's Ohio teaching certificate 08/31/87 ]&#13;
&#13;
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Teachers of the Year --Honored as  "Teacher of the Year" by the Westerville&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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Dave Liggitt, Blendon; Jim Gould, Hanby; and Rick Ball, high school. (Photo by Robbie&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: 1974 class of E.M.R.  Debbie Shaw Died]&#13;
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&#13;
Elementary School to express their appreciation for a job well done. Mrs. Magilla, president&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
advancement of elementary education&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
V. Gilbert Beers, PhD., Director&#13;
&#13;
[top: newspaper photo: Whittier PTA honors staff members ]&#13;
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[bottom: photocopy: Outstanding Elementary Teachers&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
have 1 or 2 horses for the great-grandchildren.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
There is an expression "You can fly your cares away on the back of a horse."&#13;
&#13;
How true!&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Uncle Archie, Mother's brother, was a school teacher at Harpster and Moral&#13;
&#13;
most recently. His first wife, Aunt Flossie, died suddenly as did a 5 year old son&#13;
&#13;
Owen Archie. They had 2 other children, Wesley and Jane. I can still hear Aunt &#13;
&#13;
Flossie saying "You can do a lot with a little arranging". She was very attractive. His&#13;
&#13;
second wife was Esther and I never related as well with her as with Aunt Flossie.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
There was Violet, Mother's sister, who was 20 years younger and is still living&#13;
&#13;
at 93 years old. She and Cecil had a son Marshall killed by a log truck across from&#13;
&#13;
the feed store on Granville Street and two other sons, Dr. Norman Townley and&#13;
&#13;
Marshton Townley.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When  we lived on Horseshoe Road, we attended the Hard Shell Baptist Church. &#13;
&#13;
Sunday dinners were potluck and all day services.   We went to Sunday School at &#13;
&#13;
the Delaware Reformed Church on the corner of Franklin and West Central Avenue &#13;
&#13;
in Delaware, Ohio.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
During Dad's years as a County Auditor, Veley Main was the County Sheriff.&#13;
&#13;
Each Christmas the Courthouse employees had an oyster supper. Veley's son Vern&#13;
&#13;
later owned a drug store on the east side of the square in Sunbury. When Verona&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Reformed Church at Franklin and West Central in Delaware&#13;
Sunday School from 1922-1936 ]&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 17 of It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
was about 4 and I was 6, Vern and my brother George locked &#13;
&#13;
us between 2 doors in the jail. The prisoners could not reach us to&#13;
&#13;
physically harm us, but they shouted at us through the bars. We were&#13;
&#13;
petrified.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I asked Mother why we never had pictures when we were growing&#13;
&#13;
 up, she told me that Violet had taken their expensive camera on a date&#13;
&#13;
and it was stolen. She never thought of replacing it. Maybe that is why I &#13;
&#13;
take so many pictures of my friends, family and small livestock, geese today.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
You would say we were a very caring and religious family. Dad once told me &#13;
&#13;
he didn't care how late I stayed out on Saturday night, but I better be ready &#13;
&#13;
for Sunday School and church on Sunday. My best friend Virginia Wenger &#13;
&#13;
Weisgerber was Catholic, and I went with her to 12:00 p.m. Mass Saturday night.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Tommy Tibbits, Jr. was buried on Saturday morning January 29, 1947, and we &#13;
&#13;
were in church on Sunday morning. I went back to work at Andrew Jergens &#13;
&#13;
2 weeks after he was buried.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In Cincinnati, I belonged to the Christ Episcopal Church on 4th  Street and later&#13;
&#13;
the Methodist Church on Ludwig Avenue.&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Old County Jail - December 1929]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Tommy Tibbitts and Bobby Miller&#13;
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&#13;
Mom and Dad were now living back on Horseshoe Road and on a weekend&#13;
&#13;
back in Delaware, my car slipped on the ice into a telephone pole and killed the&#13;
&#13;
nerve in one of my front teeth. Dr. Virgil Turner in Cincinnati capped it, and it's &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
western Delaware County. He then worked for O. M. Scott, a seed company in&#13;
&#13;
Marysville before he joined the United States Navy as a Chief Yeoman as a recruiter&#13;
&#13;
in Cleveland, Ohio. In 1908 he went around the world with Teddy Roosevelt. Mother&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
my brother John Wesley was born on January 10, 1911.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Dad Goes to Sea&#13;
&#13;
According to a historical paper it says "Bill&#13;
&#13;
Main goes to sea."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Wilbur Main had just graduated from Ohio Wesleyan Business College &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
almost 24 years old, born in Bryan, Ohio, in Williams County a far north &#13;
&#13;
western county in Ohio, on June 16th, 1881. Wilbur was a handsome young &#13;
&#13;
single man standing 5'8" tall and weighed 135 lbs.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
He had been raised on the good farm land near central Ohio.  He had taught &#13;
&#13;
school in Thompson Township and worked for O. M. Scott in Marysville,&#13;
&#13;
Ohio, but the lure of going to sea and to see the world intrigued him.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One day Wilbur traveled to Sandusky, Ohio to&#13;
&#13;
talk to a Navy recruiter. On May 19th he was&#13;
&#13;
appointed a Yeoman to be assigned to sea duty. (Yeoman is a Navy term for a&#13;
&#13;
recorder of bookkeeper). On the 20th he traveled to Cleveland, Ohio, for his&#13;
&#13;
physical and was one of two men out of 8 that passed the exam.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In a letter to his friend (who later became my mother) Josie Bishop, Wilbur&#13;
&#13;
described how he traveled from Cleveland through Pittsburgh to Washington, D. C.&#13;
&#13;
by first class rail. He saw the White House, the Capital and other interesting sites.&#13;
&#13;
On the following day, it was on to Norfolk, Virginia, where they arrived at the&#13;
&#13;
Receiving Ship the "Franklin".  After several days he was reassigned to the gunboat,&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Dad in Navy Uniform 1907]</text>
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&#13;
the "Hancock," which was docked at the Brooklyn&#13;
&#13;
Navy Yards in New York. It was here he was&#13;
&#13;
examined, vaccinated, and outfitted with uniforms.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
on the "Hancock". For breakfast he had bread,&#13;
&#13;
butter, 3 hard boiled eggs; for lunch he had mashed&#13;
&#13;
potatoes, gravy, roast pork and succotash. For desert,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Dad was one of the five petty officers on the ship.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
at the Norfolk Navy yard in Virginia. He stated in his&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
cooking and in his opinion he would farm in Ohio in&#13;
&#13;
their future. In a letter to mother written in January&#13;
&#13;
of 1906 Dad said he could sleep in his office on shore&#13;
&#13;
but that he would rather "swing" in his hammock on&#13;
&#13;
the Franklin. At 8:00 P.M. the Boatswain blows taps&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the Boatswain says "Rise and shine.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
described hunting, horse back riding and touring&#13;
&#13;
through Virginia. He also stated that he had not been&#13;
&#13;
"seasick, homesick or lovesick".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In May Dad was transferred to the battleship,&#13;
&#13;
the U. S. S. Virginia. It was stationed in Norfolk.&#13;
&#13;
During the summer, the Virginia steamed up and &#13;
&#13;
down the Atlantic coast. It dropped anchor at&#13;
&#13;
Newport, Rhode Island, Rockland Maine, and Havana, Cuba. He stated in a letter&#13;
&#13;
in November that "I am satisfied to leave the ill-smelling harbor of Havana and these&#13;
&#13;
childish, troublesome Cubans".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
U.S.S.  Virginia. during this time he was promoted to Yeoman 1st Class in October&#13;
&#13;
1906 and to Chief Yeoman in November 1907.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
President Teddy Roosevelt made a typical bold Roosevelt decision. To assure the&#13;
&#13;
world understood that he and the United States carried a "Big Stick" Roosevelt&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Dad in Navy Uniform Australia - 1908]</text>
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Virginia, was one of the sixteen battleships, six torpedo boats and six auxiliary&#13;
&#13;
ships to perform this mission. The following tells of the fourteen month trip around&#13;
&#13;
the world:&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The U. S. S. Virginia stopped at the following ports, Port O'Spain, Trinidad:&#13;
&#13;
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, (here Dad met a young man from Delaware. The young man&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Chile; Callae, Peru; San Diego, California; San Francisco, California; Puget Sound,&#13;
&#13;
Washington; Honolulu, Hawaii; Auckland, New Zealand; Sydney, Australia;&#13;
&#13;
Melbourne, Australia;  Albany, Australia; Manilia, Philippines; Yokohama, Japan;&#13;
&#13;
Amoy, China; Colombo, Ceylon; Suez, Egypt; Port Said, Egypt; Beirut, Syria;&#13;
&#13;
Smyrna, Turkey; Gibraltar and then home Hampton Roads, Virginia. The trip&#13;
&#13;
started on December 16th, 1907 and was completed on February the 22nd, 1909.&#13;
&#13;
During these fourteen months, the fleet covered more the 43,643 miles.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
shore leave. During this three week period, they went to Cairo and saw the&#13;
&#13;
Pyramids, the Sphinx, and other sites. During this time the ship had moved up&#13;
&#13;
through the Suez Canal and they rejoined it at Port Said, Egypt.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At most ports Dad sent home many pictures and postcards.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At this time Wilbur volunteered for Recruiting Duty&#13;
&#13;
in Ohio and May 18th, 1909 was appointed to the Navy Recruiting office in&#13;
&#13;
Cleveland, Ohio. Here he was close to Mother, his future wife, and they were&#13;
&#13;
married on August the 29th, 1909. According to an article in the Delaware Gazette,&#13;
&#13;
it was the social event of the season.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother and Dad got an apartment in Cleveland and he recruited Navy men&#13;
&#13;
and she worked in a millinery house making fancy hats. Dad's mind had been made&#13;
&#13;
up. He now wanted to have a family, to farm, and to return to Delaware, Ohio. The&#13;
&#13;
days of going to sea and to see the world were now history.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
farms were close to each other at a little place called "Waterhill" just over the bridge&#13;
&#13;
at the north end of Horseshoe Road. Dad said even though he was only a year and&#13;
&#13;
a half older than Mother, he remembered thinking what a beautiful girl she was but&#13;
&#13;
it wasn't until she was 28 and Dad, 29, that they married.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Dad was supporting his mother and his maiden aunt Rosina when they tried&#13;
&#13;
to tell him there would be children, expenses, and he told them that he hoped there&#13;
&#13;
would be.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
What wonderful parents they were. Always encouraging one to get a good&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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[photo: Robert, Rodney, and George Main on the Farm 1930 ]&#13;
&#13;
[photo: Brothers John and George in 1922]&#13;
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I have visited Grandfather Main's grave several times on our way to Florida&#13;
&#13;
and saw where he had his doctor's office. Grandmother Main lived on U.S. 23 north&#13;
&#13;
at Main road. It was sold to the U. S. government for the Delaware Dam. Brother&#13;
&#13;
John walked cross country from U.S. 23 north at Inskeeps Corner and visited the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
help with times and locations. Papa and Mama Bishop were very loving. I have&#13;
&#13;
ridden with him to Ashley in a buggy with his horse, Pet. They were living on&#13;
&#13;
Horseshoe Road across from the Bob Barret home at on time.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We have always had family reunions, Main and Jacoby, and since marrying&#13;
&#13;
Harold, the Ault and Shisher reunion.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1920 Dad was elected the Delaware County Auditor and was for 2 terms. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
examiner with Joseph Tracy and worked at Kenton, Findlay, Chardon, and Columbus&#13;
&#13;
and retired form the Hamilton County Courthouse in Cincinnati in 1946. He then&#13;
&#13;
returned to the farm on Horseshoe Road in Delaware County.&#13;
&#13;
I was named Rosella after Mama Bishop, Addie Rosella Bishop, and Aunt&#13;
&#13;
Jane Jacoby Fisk. there was no pressure or influence because of having them as my&#13;
&#13;
namesake.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I remember eating oatmeal cooked all night long in a double boiler on a large&#13;
&#13;
wood cook stove at the Bishops'.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The 6 Main children lived average teenage lives with no special problems. We&#13;
&#13;
were not to play on Sunday. One time we were playing baseball, and Rodney slid&#13;
&#13;
into third base and broke his ankle. We were in real trouble. We rode bikes; and the&#13;
&#13;
boys, motorcycles.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We were considered average on finances but above average in the&#13;
&#13;
encouragement for reading, studying and getting an education. College was to be&#13;
&#13;
expected.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As for Dad's handwriting, here is sample birthday card that I received from&#13;
&#13;
my parents. Birthdays and all anniversaries were very special. I remember we didn't&#13;
&#13;
have a telephone, radio, or newspaper; but we were taken to the library often in&#13;
&#13;
place of these. We never felt abused or poor or neglected - just a fortunate and&#13;
&#13;
loving family, I believe because of the religious and Christian upbringing.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One summer day, Rodney took Verona and me to the Olentangy River at&#13;
&#13;
upper Horseshoe. He told mother he wasn't bringing us home until we both had&#13;
&#13;
learned to swim and dive from the bank.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the fall of 1935, George rode a bus home from Ohio University with the&#13;
&#13;
mumps. Mother caught them, she was very sick. Dr. Davis told us how she was&#13;
&#13;
very sick and she might die. It was on Christmas Eve, and we always had oyster stew.</text>
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 23 of It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
I'll never forget that night.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the summer of 1936, we moved to Cincinnati. I started my junior year at&#13;
&#13;
Hughes High School on west McMillan Street. Since I had worked hard on the farm &#13;
&#13;
milking cows, helping to plow and make hay, I had lots of strength in my right hand.&#13;
&#13;
In gym class, I broke the gripper to measure strength. I again was embarrassed.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On June 17, 1938, I graduated from Hughes High School with honors. C. M.&#13;
&#13;
Merry was the principal that signed the award. There were 770 in the graduation &#13;
&#13;
class.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The Senior Class took a boat to Coney Island. My date that night was Eddie&#13;
&#13;
Becker. He was a friend of Virginia Dwenger's date. He was a Jewish boy and&#13;
&#13;
worked where they made Panama suits. We never dated again until after my divorce&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
encourage him to date a divorcee and the mother of a little boy. I never really&#13;
&#13;
considered our relationship seriously.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Jergens during the day, I met John Buchanan. I remember his telling me "Young&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
attend with Mom and Dad when I came to Sunbury. We built a 40 X 80 dairy barn&#13;
&#13;
with a milking parlor after Ohio State University had sent us the plans. We had&#13;
&#13;
registered Holsteins and sent the milk to Borden's in Portsmouth. Fred Wallin was&#13;
&#13;
the farm hand. We had 100 breeding Shropshire ewes and also Leghorn chickens. We&#13;
&#13;
also raised a big garden.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I got a job teaching the 2nd grade in Bainbridge, Ohio. J. Mason Jones was&#13;
&#13;
the principal. That winter was really cold, and we had lots of snow. When I tried to&#13;
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drive over Pots Hill to our place on Cline Chapel Road, the pickup  truck stopped&#13;
&#13;
half way up the hill. It was then I rode to the top of the hill on a road scraper. At &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Wallin, came and took me the rest of the way home. We had 18 inches of snow and&#13;
&#13;
29 degrees below zero weather.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I remember one child,  Jimmy Duffield, that kept punching his clay. He said&#13;
&#13;
"This is my Dad; see me punch him like he punches my mother."  After moving to&#13;
&#13;
Sunbury many years later, I read in the Columbus Dispatch that he was shot and&#13;
&#13;
killed after a card game in Bainbridge, and he was accused of cheating.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
grade class for a train ride on the D T &amp; I (Detroit, Toledo, and Ironton). After&#13;
&#13;
getting back one time, a little boy named Manuel patted me on my backside and&#13;
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At Christmas Jack Bartrom was the science teacher and a Methodist Sunday&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
could help me take down the tree. His wife sent me a very nice gift, not a Christmas&#13;
&#13;
one she reminded me but an appreciation for making Pam feel so special.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
wondered if we should buy them shoes but voted against it since he made more than&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
About 30 family friends and those who worked at the IGA came to the farm&#13;
&#13;
at Waverly for the 4th of July get-together. John Warner said birds carried knapsacks&#13;
&#13;
when they flew over Pike County. He was sure surprised when he saw the 40 X 80&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
field and fescue on the hillside. There was a walled cemetery at the top of hill&#13;
&#13;
for a family of Gladstones who had died during a typhoid epidemic. The kitchen was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
and use dishes, not paper products, so sent them all home to Delaware County and&#13;
&#13;
was left with lot of dirty dishes. With all the toilet flushing, the well went dry  and&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
cheating on welfare, disorderly conduct, and obscene behavior. Ross County sent &#13;
&#13;
them to Orient up in Franklin County. This also occurred in the other 5 classes and &#13;
&#13;
the teachers, instead of exchanging gifts or having a faculty party went together and&#13;
&#13;
provided a Christmas for each child. Gregg's Drug Store helped with special&#13;
&#13;
discounts and extra toys.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Across the street was a barber shop run by an African-American, and his&#13;
&#13;
grandson,  Michael Gage, was the only black child in the school and in my second&#13;
&#13;
grade class.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
wonderful pork tenderloin sandwiches. They were so good.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It was 18 miles across country to Bainbridge from our place on Cline Chapel.&#13;
&#13;
A little boy up the road saw me riding by one day in a fancy English outfit and&#13;
&#13;
motioned for me to stop. I was riding old Dolly, and he said, "My, you hold your age&#13;
&#13;
well". I don't know how old he thought I was. He was in  a wheelchair from having&#13;
&#13;
had polio.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I have always worried about young children carrying babies. The Alexanders&#13;
&#13;
who couldn't have their own children adopted a beautiful baby girl. Mrs. Genevieve&#13;
&#13;
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In the fall of 1951, a Mrs. Barta came to the Bainbridge school with a sheriff's&#13;
&#13;
deputy and took one of my children to the Children's Home in Chillicothe. When I&#13;
&#13;
was trying to comfort him, he said, "But teacher, I love my mom." He brought&#13;
&#13;
sandwiches made of biscuits with fried potatoes as filling. Their cat had eaten the&#13;
&#13;
vittles from the kitchen table.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In talking with the welfare department in Chillicothe, I told of my desire to&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
28th, I received the happy news that a beautiful little girl had been born and that I&#13;
&#13;
could bring her home on the 30th from the old Chillicothe Hospital. She came a &#13;
&#13;
month early but still weighed 8 lbs and was 21 " long.  When I went after school, I had&#13;
&#13;
to stop at the department store, for a clothes basket and baby clothes, since I had&#13;
&#13;
ordered these items from the Sears mail order catalog. She grabbed hold of my little&#13;
&#13;
finger, and I was hooked for life. She is our pride and joy.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I told you earlier why Aunt Ora and Uncle Ernest were so dear to me.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the spring of 1953 when Mary was 1 year old, Josephine Sturgill came to&#13;
&#13;
live with us and stay with Mary during the day. On a Monday night while going to&#13;
&#13;
a P.T.A. meeting, I had driven most of the way; but at Nipgen, I turned around and&#13;
&#13;
went back home as I felt something was wrong. Josephine was sitting out with her&#13;
&#13;
boy friend, Jr. Clifford. When I went in the house, the chair and carpet outside of&#13;
&#13;
Mary's bedroom was burning, Josephine was not supposed to have smoked in the&#13;
&#13;
house; but after I left, she had called Jr. to come. Her cigarette had fallen into the&#13;
&#13;
chair. The two of them helped put out the fire. They seemed really sorry. They were&#13;
&#13;
our neighbors.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We had another bad and snowy winter.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
A large family just down the road from us had a 14 year old boy who went&#13;
&#13;
forward to the altar on the World Day of Prayer at the little Cline Chapel Methodist&#13;
&#13;
Church. He asked if he could come live with us, and he did for over a year until I&#13;
&#13;
moved to Sunbury. I often wonder where he is and how he is doing. His name was&#13;
&#13;
Charles Johnson, and his aunt and uncle were Hadd and Nettie Osborn. On August&#13;
&#13;
16, 1956, when I got my degree from Ohio University, they went with us to Athens.&#13;
&#13;
They belonged to the Grange and Cline Chapel Church, too. I received a B.S. in&#13;
&#13;
education.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I taught 2nd grade Bainbridge, I had between 46 and 54 children.&#13;
&#13;
Today they feel put upon if they have 25 students. I realize children were then easier&#13;
&#13;
to reach and teach.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the  summer of 1953, we traveled to North Carolina to visit John's sister,&#13;
&#13;
Mary and Claude Leavitte. John's sister Mary cut our Mary Martha's pretty curls and&#13;
&#13;
said just imagine a man of 72 years old adopting a baby. I was in shock. He had said&#13;
&#13;
when we married that 1947 he was 46, and I had no reason to doubt his word. He&#13;
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&#13;
acted and dressed such.  We flew home to Waverly from Southern Pines, North&#13;
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Carolina, and I started a second grade position. I was hired by Marvin Miller, and&#13;
&#13;
Gladys and I became good friends and had remained so until her death last year.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On March 6, 1956, I took the state real estate board exams at the old Virginia&#13;
&#13;
Hotel in Columbus, Ohio. I received word that I had passed March 16, 1956. I&#13;
&#13;
have been licensed with Richard Day, Forest Day, Glen Hoover, and presently with&#13;
&#13;
Ted Foreman. I have been a licensed sales person for over 40 years.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photocopy-left]&#13;
&#13;
Honored Realtors&#13;
&#13;
(Licensed Twenty-five Years or More)&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Timothy W. Ackley&#13;
&#13;
Rosella Ault&#13;
&#13;
Lorna Davis&#13;
&#13;
Rodney Disbennett&#13;
&#13;
Ted Foreman&#13;
&#13;
Martha Lobdell&#13;
&#13;
Leroy N. Randolph&#13;
&#13;
Harley E. Rouda&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[photocopy-right]&#13;
&#13;
ENTERTAINMENT&#13;
&#13;
COCKTAIL HOUR&#13;
&#13;
Bills Bells of William Church&#13;
&#13;
Duet by Dr. Nancy M. Gomso&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
DINNER MUSIC&#13;
&#13;
Olentangy High School "Key Notes"&#13;
Nancy Notes, Director&#13;
&#13;
LATE SHOW&#13;
&#13;
Comedian Rodney Russ of "Class Acts"&#13;
&#13;
EVENING DANCING&#13;
&#13;
DJ Ty Higgins&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
for Door Prizes and also a Realtor Prize and&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 27 of It Started with These Two]&#13;
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I bought Jessie Sims', Betty Jo Guidotti's mother, furniture and took over her &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
there until March of 1956.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
So that Mary would have a yard, Dad bought the duplex at 174 Harrison Street&#13;
&#13;
for us. John and Evelyn Warner kept Mary during school day, Mary called&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I kept my legal residence in Pike County even though I might have been just a minority as to my&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
and J. Mason Jones was my principal. They were two very nice men as well as their&#13;
&#13;
families.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We lived at 174 Harrison Street, and I walked up Otis to Rainbow to drop off&#13;
&#13;
Mary at the Warners. Evelyn also cared for Linda and Becky Breece and their two&#13;
&#13;
girls, Marileee (Meme) and Shelia (Sheshe) according to Mary. I then walked across&#13;
&#13;
the playground to a room on the 2nd floor of what is now known as the Harrison&#13;
&#13;
Street School. Harold Tippet was the principal.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When Mary was 7, I transferred to the Galena School for 3 years before&#13;
&#13;
securing a position in Westerville teaching the Primary E.M.R. children at the high&#13;
&#13;
school for a year (no playground or equipment, and the children had to be  watched&#13;
&#13;
carefully as students were coming and going in their cars). I joined charter ARC 24.&#13;
&#13;
In April of 1961, I got up the nerve to tell Carrol Biggs, the superintendent, formerly&#13;
&#13;
of Ashley, that I was resigning the 1962 school year unless we could be in an&#13;
&#13;
elementary building. In September our classroom was in the new addition to Whitter&#13;
&#13;
School. There I met many wonderful teachers that I still get together with the first&#13;
&#13;
Tuesday of each month.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Most of the teachers that I taught with in Galena are now dead, Pat Wilson, &#13;
&#13;
Helen Kohberger, and Lousie Cooley for sure and the other 2 I don't have their&#13;
&#13;
addresses - Zenabell Cross Philips lives in Brooksville, Florida. She had 3 sons and&#13;
&#13;
lived across from the old Methodist Church. As teenagers they gave her lots of grief,&#13;
&#13;
but all three graduated from college and have responsible positions. One is a&#13;
&#13;
Wesleyan Methodist minister. I see her once a year when we go up to Brooksville to&#13;
&#13;
take visiting friends in Florida to see Roberts Christmas Tree Houses. These are 7&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: House at 174 Harrison Street in Sunbury&#13;
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little houses joined by walkways, and they are open every day in the year except&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
On the 7th of August, 1957, I  received a divorce from John Buchanan on the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
During the fall, I dated Rev. George Pringle who was the minister of our old&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
some of the members were upset that he was dating a twice divorcee. He had very&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the Brakes, when his cat killed their pet squirrel.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Later I dated Burton Richardson who had a 155 acre farm father out on&#13;
&#13;
Centerburg Road east of Condit. He had a brother Malcom, and they were very nice&#13;
&#13;
to both Mary and me. Burton was a Mason and a Knight of the York Cross of&#13;
&#13;
Honor. He graduated from Penn State. It was Burton that Mary asked, "Man&#13;
&#13;
why don't you shave?" She was always along. Once coming back from Mount&#13;
&#13;
Vernon since we didn't have to be in a hurry, he was stopped by the highway patrol&#13;
&#13;
for driving too slow. When he explained who we were, showed a valid driver's license,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
But it wasn't until Zelma Young persuaded Harold Ault to join the Pythians&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
 the fall of 1958 that I knew he would be just a good loving farm boy. He was one of&#13;
&#13;
6 children of Ruth and Stanley Ault of Marshallville. I too, was from a farm family of &#13;
&#13;
6 children. Before it had been a Rochester city boy, a Southern person from&#13;
&#13;
Southern Pines, North Carolina, and we had nothing in common.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One day after my 38th birthday, Mary told Luretta Day ( Forest was my real &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
birthday. It made me think seriously about Mary's and my future. We attended&#13;
&#13;
church and Sunday School, but I thought I was a real Christian. I didn't lie or cheat &#13;
&#13;
or sleep without being married to  the man. But one evening, on November 14, I &#13;
&#13;
got down on my knees and prayed. "God, I've made such a mess of my life and &#13;
&#13;
now I have this beautiful little&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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6 year old girl to instill a good life in; please help me and take over from here on", and He has.&#13;
&#13;
Harold and Mary and I went on our first date to a fish fry on the 3rd floor of the town hall put &#13;
&#13;
on by the Stars and Masons. George and Earl Duston were going to a sale of champions later at &#13;
&#13;
The Delaware County Fair, and they persuaded Harold to go along.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
to meet his family. I don't think they were too impressed, but Harold had always said&#13;
&#13;
he was going to marry a school teacher, and he did. We were married March 22,&#13;
&#13;
1959.&#13;
&#13;
[top-right photo: Harold's Family - March 22, 1959&#13;
Harold, Melvin, Lloyd, Stanley, June, Pearl, Pat, Ruth]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: Ault Family on February 6, 1994&#13;
Harold, Melvin, Lloyd, June Pearl, Pat]&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Satterfield, and I are still living. That was 30 years ago. We still meet the 3rd Sunday&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Etta Main would be the President in 1998 and I in 1999 if God is willing. I&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: Masonic Temple 87 N. Morning Street in Sunbury]&#13;
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[bottom left photo: 1965 Installation Harold and Rosella ]&#13;
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&#13;
This was not to be as Etta died on the 15th of June 1997, and I was elected to be president in 1998.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On September 26, 1959 shortly after we were married, Harold's father&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
preparing to take food down to the Otterbein Home when she came out&#13;
&#13;
and found his body. It must have been an awful shock. He and Ruth are both&#13;
&#13;
buried in the cemetery behind the church.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
a car on Hartford Road. It was unfortunate, too, that  Bob Miller, working for the&#13;
&#13;
undertaker Bill Slack, was sent to pick him up. This has really influenced the life of his brother, &#13;
&#13;
Rick, who was 5 at the time.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: 1990 Installation]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo; Harold and Rosella Plant Eastern Stars Tree on Square - 1991]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo:The Three of Us - 1965 Rosella, Mary, Harold ]&#13;
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Harold's mother died on February 5, a day after Pearl's birthday in 1994. She was at a&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
with the emergency lights flashing at about 20 miles an hour. Gladys Ault brought us &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I don't subscribe to many magazines but I do get Billy Graham's "Decision", "Air &#13;
&#13;
Fare- WOSU", and "Life Study Fellowship". This little magazine has a Bible verse in it for each day and &#13;
&#13;
3 prayers, morning, noon, and night, to be united with others all over the world.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
"Prayer changes things."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Most of my time is spent reading: Peck's books, Anne Edwards about&#13;
&#13;
President's wives and books that are up-lifting. I skip novels with a lot of 4 letter&#13;
&#13;
words. Knitting for the family is enjoyable. Sweaters for each of the great-&#13;
&#13;
grandchildren for Christmas are hanging in the closet. They are precious. We have&#13;
&#13;
never kept the twins all night at our mobile home, but Brittny loves to come and go&#13;
&#13;
to church with us and play at the organ.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
1988. (We moved in on the 4th of July, 1988.) Ned foreman was the general&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Fredericks Road, and our remaining 20 acres. We have a pond, creek, and lots of trees, &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Pearl Ault]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left photo: Ted Forman and Harold Planning&#13;
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14150 Centerburg Road Sunbury, Ohio&#13;
&#13;
In 1973 we bought a mobile home at 1803 Ohio Avenue, Trailer Estates&#13;
&#13;
in Bradenton, Florida that Mother, Don and Verona stayed in.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Spring of 1988]&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Harold and the New Shed Extension]&#13;
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[middle photo: Present House in 1977]&#13;
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Mary once asked how do you take these children day after day and on an 8 week&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Recently in our paper, it told of Maria Spangler's death. Mary took piano&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Mardell Shultz, Virginia Buell, Joan Farris, Mary Hervey, Mary Satterfield, Mona&#13;
&#13;
Lee Arthur, Judith Morris, Hattie Sparks, Helen Farris, Deana Searles, Joann&#13;
&#13;
Adkins, and Larry Buell. The pages were Melissa Ogden, Hallie Day, Mabel Strider&#13;
&#13;
Florence Olinger, Janet Lake, Vera Paul, Wilma Ward, and Minnie Linnabary. Our&#13;
&#13;
officers' lace dresses were pale green, and the pages' were pale blue and cost just&#13;
&#13;
$23.00. Mrs. Conrad came down from Loudenville to fit each one. She owned a&#13;
&#13;
bridal shop there.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It was a busy and exiting year with a 13 year old daughter who got hurt on&#13;
&#13;
a ski trip, teaching and working on my master's degree at Ohio State. I was often&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
make it a very enjoyable year.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Tonight, September the 9th around 6:45 I received a call from Venice, Florida&#13;
&#13;
from the Sparks family that my very best friend, Hattie Sparks, had just died. As I&#13;
&#13;
had mentioned she was a very good neighbor for 17 years and a faithful&#13;
&#13;
Eastern Star member and officer for Harold and I in 1965 and again in 1991.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
had  done for her husband, Theodore, who died on May 13, 1995.&#13;
&#13;
Her daughter is Vonda Clark and her husband is Robert and their son&#13;
&#13;
is Rondall Sparks whose wife is Margaret. They live in Radnor. I will&#13;
&#13;
miss Hattie very much.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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Aults and Sparks&#13;
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The only one person that I asked to be an officer that refused was a&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Rosella and Hattie Warner - Winter of 1995]&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Hattie and Rosella - March 1997]&#13;
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&#13;
Hall library and read while I got the reference materials I needed.&#13;
&#13;
He died on November 12, 1971 after I told him in the morning that  Mother&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
died. I played the organ for her funeral. She wanted especially for me to play "He's&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
our Mary and her husband Tom. She always dressed with class and looked nice.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After my school retirement I went to help out Paula Shade in her restaurant&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
to take senior citizens for doctor's appointments, grocery shopping, and other&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the grant funding money. I also drove a bus for Hickory Knoll and Leads Head Start.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
round, sister, husband and her family. I have given up gainful employment and&#13;
&#13;
settled down to just enjoying our house, the garden, geese. I spend lots of time&#13;
&#13;
knitting and making gifts for friends and family and cooking for Harold.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother died at the Sarah Moore home on December 5, 1985, five days past&#13;
&#13;
her 103rd birthday. She was a real sweet lady, and I was holding her hand when she&#13;
&#13;
died. I have never told this to anyone: but when I felt her slipping, I heard her say,&#13;
&#13;
"Jesus, please take my hand."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1986 I wrote a book on the 66 books of the Holy Bible and dedicated it to&#13;
&#13;
my brother George who died also November 12, but 15 years later than Dad, I&#13;
&#13;
also dedicated it to our granddaughter Melody Hickson Hughes.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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On March 9, 1993 brother Rodney died on his way back to Sunbury. His son&#13;
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Mark was driving and his wife Ruth and Harold were with him. The 911 medics&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Grady. Our minister, Rev. Gene Taylor, and Shirley came over soon after I arrived.&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Gladys Miller in October. They were a part of the Saturday morning Sunbury &#13;
&#13;
women's friends breakfast group. We all miss them.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Presbyterian Church in Bradenton, Florida. On July 22, Harold and I had a reception &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Ohio Conference of the United Methodist Church.  Rev. Gene and  Shirley were&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
to being Wilbur's wife and the mother of her children. She knew she was secure in&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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Street in Sunbury on his 90th birthday party. The modern day woman is torn in many&#13;
&#13;
directions, children to dance classes, boys and girls to band, soccer, basketball,&#13;
&#13;
football, track, 4H and other activities. She said she and Dad were the happiest at&#13;
&#13;
church, Grange, Historical Society and the Farm Bureau Council. They got season&#13;
&#13;
tickets to the events at Ohio Wesleyan.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Norman Vincent Peale.  She was 100, and she took notes on his lecture.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
stricken with a heart attack. It might have changed the history of our nation and&#13;
&#13;
Delaware County in particular if he could have run for President and been elected.&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 40 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
recently planted  evergreens along our drive. So much spring rain and now at one&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[middle photo: Grange Get-together - 1996]&#13;
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[bottom left photo: Grange Booth - September 1995 Delaware County Fair]&#13;
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[bottom right photo: Delaware County Fair - September 1992]&#13;
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I was especially proud of the Pomona Grange Booth that received a grade of&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Horseshoe Road neighbor and friend that attended the one room schoolhouse and&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Harold and I went to Lane, Ohio, to the Ridgeway Hatchery and bought 5 baby&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
got in the pen, there were 3 geese.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On August 28 in the evening, Harold pulled the wire fence away; and the 5&#13;
&#13;
guineas came out but stayed close to the feed and water pans as we watched before&#13;
&#13;
dark. Harold suggested that I do the same thing this afternoon, August 29, to let the&#13;
&#13;
geese run fee. The large geese make a bee line for the far end of the pond several&#13;
&#13;
times a day. The geese like to walk up onto the decks so it is necessary to keep 10"&#13;
&#13;
boards across the bottom steps and a large painted screen door at the cellar way.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
should be planted in the fall, instead of the spring. it takes four 100' hoses to reach&#13;
&#13;
those down at the road.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
dining room. Brother Rodney tied me to a ladder at the barn as it was being built.&#13;
&#13;
It was large. We had a pond and raised ducks and chickens. There was a bulk head&#13;
&#13;
where we took corn down to feed the ducks. We rode a white farm horse, old Bill&#13;
&#13;
who was blind.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We had lots of company on Sundays. Instead of a playpen, we used a large&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
August 18, 1996.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
When I was 5 years old I was in the Grady Hospital, then on the corner of&#13;
&#13;
Franklin and West Winter Streets.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the Lenbergers lived on one side, Jane, Harold and Rosemary. A nice couple close&#13;
&#13;
by were the Werlines. Then the Smothers daughter, Shirley and the Milligan&#13;
&#13;
children, Gladys and Harold. We had lots of company and friends in.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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operation, and Mary Hervey bid on the two kerosene lamps and her tea cart for me.&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
take her out in the wheelchair to see the house that she lived in on Michaels Street&#13;
&#13;
in Delaware, just off of South Union, where she and her brother Hartley had rooms&#13;
&#13;
when she went to high school. Then we would go to Buns for pie and coffee. She&#13;
&#13;
would always say, "This is the place your Dad loved to eat best."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
cream and gifts.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On Harold's birthday, our anniversary or my birthday, we eat at the &#13;
&#13;
Branding Iron, a steak place on Stratford Road in Delaware.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
When we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary, we had 2 real nice&#13;
&#13;
parties, one with friends at the Branding Iron and one in a restaurant near&#13;
&#13;
Marshallsville with Harold's family.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right  photo: 75th Birthday Party -  November 2, 1995]</text>
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&#13;
In our real estate transactions, we have been very fortunate, first in buying a&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
W. Central. We also bought a house at 29 N. Liberty Street. We bought a mobile&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
of Madelyn and McArthur.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Guenter. They moved to Cincinnati, and they sold it to Tim and Julie Scott. They&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
motorcycle up on a hillside when he came head on with his friend riding a 3 wheeler.&#13;
&#13;
I saw Julie across the street and took a knitted baby blanket for the new baby and&#13;
&#13;
a pair of knitted slippers to Kelley. Sunday, September 8, I took pictures of Tim at&#13;
&#13;
home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After Harold adopted Mary, we had our lawyer, make provisions for part of&#13;
&#13;
our estate to go to Harold's former church, the Chapel of the Cross at North&#13;
&#13;
Lawrence, Ohio, and to our present Sunbury United Methodist Church.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold has also been active in community affairs. In 1996 he was treasurer of&#13;
&#13;
the Sesquicentennial Committee. He was on both the Delaware County and Joint&#13;
&#13;
Vocational School Boards for 12 years. He was President of the Lions Club in 1970.&#13;
&#13;
That year, Lillie Kempton, Mary Hervey, Etta Main and I prepared 200 lbs of potato&#13;
&#13;
salad for the ox roast using 15 stalks of celery, 5 lbs of onions, 30 dozen eggs, salt,&#13;
&#13;
3 gal. of mayonnaise, and 1 gal. of mustard. It must have been good. It sold out in&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
salad and 100 pies, and the wives of Lions are to furnish 3 pies.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Things change. School starts in August now. Just this morning, August 26, the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
The geese are really growing. We think when this last bag of cracked corn is&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
On July 3, 1996, Verona fell on the basement steps and broke her left hip. Dr.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
grade at the new school in Oneco, Florida. It is close to Dennis and Melody's home&#13;
&#13;
in East Bradenton. Since she is the first on in her wheelchair, the handicap bus&#13;
&#13;
would be picking her up 6:15 a.m., so Melody drives her to school, She was born&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Z" and she said. "I think you are confused.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Our Mary was always saying things to get me into trouble. One morning in&#13;
&#13;
going up the old post office steps where Ed Saver has his antique shop, she asked an&#13;
&#13;
old maid school teacher, "Lady, do you smoke cigarettes?" The woman turned around&#13;
&#13;
and very sternly asked, "And why do you ask?"&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Two Eastern Star ladies who were going to serve refreshments at the Temple&#13;
&#13;
in June of 1965 met Mary and me to see how it was done. When we got home that&#13;
&#13;
night, I didn't know Mary was listening and told Harold that I didn't think they even&#13;
&#13;
knew how to boil water.  Later, Mary asked us in church if those were the 2 ladies&#13;
&#13;
that didn't know how to boil water.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I went out to list some properties, we stopped at Burton Richardson's&#13;
&#13;
and she said, "Man why don't you shave?" I helped him study for a R.E. License, &#13;
&#13;
and he and Forest Day opened up the Heart of Ohio R.E. office in Centerburg. He died&#13;
&#13;
out in the barnyard from a heart attack and Mary, Harold and I went to his funeral &#13;
&#13;
calling hours at Moreland in Centerburg.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Once after a family reunion at Pike Lake, Mary came home and hugged me&#13;
&#13;
and said, "I'm so glad you adopted me or I would have become one of those dumb&#13;
&#13;
southern Ohio hillbillies.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It was strange that her mother Dorothy and sister Vickie had lived over in&#13;
&#13;
Delaware on Curtis Street and had a hard time financially, George and Dutch&#13;
&#13;
Strosnider saw them in Delaware after Mary and Tom moved to Florida. Mary's&#13;
&#13;
father had died in a car accident before Mary was born. She was the youngest of 2 &#13;
&#13;
boys and 5 girls.&#13;
S&#13;
In the fall of 1980, Vickie Frey, Mary's sister who was just 10 months older&#13;
&#13;
than Mary, called about 6:00 p.m. and asked if she could be Mary's sister and if she&#13;
&#13;
could get in touch with Mary. I had a church meeting that night and took her&#13;
&#13;
number and said after talking with Harold, Mary and the pastor, I would have Mary&#13;
&#13;
contact her if she wished to do so. She did.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Tom and Mary were just 16 and 18 when they were married by a Methodist&#13;
&#13;
minister in Clintwood, Virginia on February 26, 1968. They arrived home on a &#13;
&#13;
Monday evening. Harold was at the church for a Lions club, and Mary Hervey and&#13;
&#13;
I were having dinner out at Walter Borchers' L. K. Restaurant at the freeway. They&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
They have made a good marriage. Tom's parents are Virgil and Nellie&#13;
&#13;
Hickson, and they are always so supportive of the two. I bless Nellie every time I see&#13;
&#13;
her for being so good to our daughter. Many older marriages, Mary reminds me,&#13;
&#13;
have not been so fortunate. Melody and Dennis were married on July the 30th, 1988&#13;
&#13;
at the Palmetto United Methodist Church.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I bless Melody and Dennis, too. They dated in high school, and Dennis was&#13;
&#13;
in the Air force being sent to Hawaii when Melody graduated. Melody was one of&#13;
&#13;
16 out of 3300 Manatee County graduates to receive the Golden Herald Award&#13;
&#13;
presented by the Bradenton Herald Newspaper. It was based on academic&#13;
&#13;
achievement and citizenship and personality.  When twin girls were born prematurely&#13;
&#13;
on December 11, 1989, at 1 1/2 lbs. each, only Brittnny survived. Stephanie died 2 days&#13;
&#13;
later. They now have 3 year old twin boys, Zachary and Brandon. Melody and Dennis&#13;
&#13;
are wonderful loving young parents.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
There have been many times of sadness, but I am firmly convinced that God doesn't&#13;
&#13;
permit one to handle more than their shoulders can bear. But, occasionally one&#13;
&#13;
wonders why God thinks one has such broad shoulders.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
according to the tests, is crooked and that causes food to lodge before it  reaches his&#13;
&#13;
stomach. Next Thursday, September 2, he is to have X-rays and barium tests.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold picked up the keys from Mansfield Plumbing as they had just put in&#13;
&#13;
a new furnace at 80 North Liberty. Mark and Donna Ensign and their 7 year old&#13;
&#13;
daughter may be the new tenants.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
According to Paul Baller, Jr. in "Presidential Wives", Marion President Warren&#13;
&#13;
G. Harding was born on November 2, 1865 and won the election on November 2,&#13;
&#13;
1920. Until I read about his life style, being born on his birthday seemed to be great&#13;
&#13;
but no longer.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1992 Lockie Norman, Bea Tharp, Etta Main and I ate in Blands in Mount&#13;
&#13;
Vernon and bought the original 4 grown geese. We now have 9 adult geese and the&#13;
&#13;
5 baby geese that we purchased from Ridgeway Hatchery.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Helen Hardin Allen, who was born in 1906 and died in 1989, was about 20&#13;
&#13;
when she come to teach at Upper Horseshoe one room school. She didn't drive so&#13;
&#13;
her brother Buss Hardin brought her and came after her. Her folks had the Hardin&#13;
&#13;
Hotel on South Sandusky. Sometimes she would take Gladys Shirley Poole and me&#13;
&#13;
home with her for the weekends. It was such a treat.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Also, Helen Allen saw that we had hot lunches. We had lots of milk and the&#13;
&#13;
children all brought potatoes, tomatoes and vegetables, and she would fix soup for&#13;
&#13;
us each day on the pot bellied stove in the center of the room. She was born to be&#13;
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The teacher that followed was as different in the lack of caring as Helen was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
The county schools had spelling and writing contests. This is what we practiced&#13;
&#13;
to have judged on this special day: "True worth is being, not seeming to be doing&#13;
&#13;
each day that goes by some little good not in dreaming of some great thing by and by."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I had mentioned that most of the time we were fortunate in our renters. At&#13;
&#13;
29 North Liberty, one time this was not so. It was a 4 bedroom and 2 baths house&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
notices, and a court date was set.  The wife, when she had to be out in 3 days, feigned&#13;
&#13;
a heart attack. Emergency 911 was called. We had to go down through the judge's&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
be replaced.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At 121 West Central we had to have a family evicted. It took 3 exterminator&#13;
&#13;
visits to get rid of the roaches. There were 55 trash bags of junk in the basement. I&#13;
&#13;
remember Harold and I one Thanksgiving were working trying to clean it up, and&#13;
&#13;
Betty Mackley came and got us for a very delicious dinner at her house. Betty was&#13;
&#13;
born in 1912 and died in October, 1989. She was in George's class, and he sat behind &#13;
&#13;
her in high school. She thought he was an only child. Our folks always saw that we&#13;
&#13;
had sufficient clean clothing even though they certainly weren't rich.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Two ladies that I still am in touch with occasionally are Jean Wickham and&#13;
&#13;
Nancy Frankenburg. They are both loving and caring and efficient women. We&#13;
&#13;
worked in different capacities and offices at 38 South Franklin street in Delaware.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold and I have been able to travel extensively. We went on a 23 day trip&#13;
&#13;
to Alaska, Tokyo, Hong Kong, China and Hawaii for the Lions Club International&#13;
&#13;
meeting with Mr. Bryant from Dalton, Ohio. There were 800 from Ohio. It was in &#13;
&#13;
the summer of 1969. Our granddaughter Melody was born when we were in Tokyo.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We also went on a Lions Club tour to Europe, Germany, Austria, Italy and&#13;
&#13;
Switzerland. We also went to Mexico on a Lions Club tour. Dutch Strosnider and&#13;
&#13;
Glenn Evans were there, too. Harold got Montezuma's complaint and was gone so&#13;
&#13;
long from the Ohio luncheon that I asked a friend to go and check on him. We also&#13;
&#13;
went to San Francisco with George and Etta Main and Donna and Glenn Evans for&#13;
&#13;
the California Lions Club annual meeting. Lorraine and Kenny Crowl, George and&#13;
&#13;
Etta and Harold and I were on the trip east to Atlantic City. We came back through&#13;
&#13;
Lancaster , Pennsylvania.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I am proud of Harold for all of his community activities. In addition to being&#13;
&#13;
a past president of the Sunbury Lions Club and member of the Delaware County&#13;
&#13;
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a past patron of Columbus Chapter 4 times, a member of the Scottish Rite, Valley&#13;
&#13;
of Columbus, and a treasurer for several years of the Delaware County Shrine Club.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold can do most everything. He likes to be outside on his John Deere&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
to not buy them any more toys, but clothes. We spend 4 months in Florida now.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brittny has cerebral palsy, but she's not retarded. One night when she was&#13;
&#13;
sleeping in the big double bed between us, we had a terrible storm. Eventually she&#13;
&#13;
patted my cheeks and said, "Grandmother, is it safe to go to sleep now?"&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
was working cleaning off tables on the shady east side of the Lions Club food tent.&#13;
&#13;
As always the ox sandwiches were tender and delicious. They spent the night with us&#13;
&#13;
and left after breakfast.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Maybe I'll never become a Grandma Moses, but I'd like to learn a little about painting.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
For the third time since the first August sweat bees or yellow jackets have&#13;
&#13;
gotten into the attic and chewed down through the hall and 2 bedroom ceilings. Raid&#13;
&#13;
spray kills them, but the odor in the house is overpowering, and we took our&#13;
&#13;
afternoon naps in the downstairs bedroom. This happened to us 3 years ago. Harold&#13;
&#13;
has tried to seal up the holes on the outside of the house. It is too warm for him to&#13;
&#13;
get up into the attic. The clean up left me slipping down the 7 steps on my backside&#13;
&#13;
yesterday. No permanent damage. We are enjoying seeing all of the 14 geese moving&#13;
&#13;
around the yard. Not a joy is seeing ground hogs carrying off tomatoes form the&#13;
&#13;
garden.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I met the retired teachers at Westerville at the Ponderosa, I went  on&#13;
&#13;
down to the Christian Armory. They didn't have any of Bob Ross's "Joy of Painting"&#13;
&#13;
but suggested Michael's Gift and Craft Store just down the mall. I really shot my wad&#13;
&#13;
by buying a 14 X 24 canvas, paint cleaner, easel, 8 paints, sponge knife and several&#13;
&#13;
different kinds of brushes recommended by Ross and a palette. Now I'm scared to&#13;
&#13;
get started. He is on Channel 34 at 1:00 p. m. weekdays. He died last year at 55 of&#13;
&#13;
cancer, but he has more than 30 different books out with 14 explained paintings in&#13;
&#13;
each and videos are still available.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I just read the Scorpio's words for Thursday, September 6 and quote, "Your&#13;
&#13;
indecision may be the only thing standing between you and rousing success. The time&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Harold and I don't have cable. We watch Channel 34 to hear the "Frugal&#13;
&#13;
Gourmet", "Wild America", Billy Graham, food shows like Justin Wilson's Louisiana&#13;
&#13;
Cooking", Channel 10 for "Wheel of Fortune", their news at 6 and 11, "Chicago&#13;
&#13;
Hope", "Murder, She Wrote", "Diagnosis Murder", and "E.R." We take the "Delaware&#13;
&#13;
Gazette", "Ohio Farmer" and "Buckeye Farm News". We do like the library.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I walk daily with Jesus. Mary, Tom, Harold, Melody, Dennis and the 3&#13;
&#13;
children and other family and friends know that I pray sincerely for them each day.&#13;
&#13;
I, too, know that some day I'll see Mother and Dad, little Tommy, Bobbie, brothers&#13;
&#13;
George and Rodney and my relatives and friends. I hope to see Lockie, Bea and&#13;
&#13;
Gladys Miller too, because I've asked God through Jesus to forgive my sins. I trust&#13;
&#13;
in the Lord with all my heart, and He is my personal Savior. I have turned around&#13;
&#13;
and repented all of my sins.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother and Dad didn't have a spectacular meeting as their parents' farms, at&#13;
&#13;
a little place called Waterhill, were close. Dad says even though he was only a year&#13;
&#13;
and a half older than Mother, he remembers sitting on the living room floor and&#13;
&#13;
playing with her and thinking what a beautiful girl she was. But, it wasn't until they&#13;
&#13;
were 28 and 29 years old that they became serious. Dad was supporting his mother&#13;
&#13;
 and his Aunt Rosina. When they tried to tell him there would be children and&#13;
&#13;
expenses, he hoped there would be.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Tom's parents were George and Bessie Tibbitts. George worked for the&#13;
&#13;
Baltimore and Ohio Railroad as the secretary of the president. Bessie was a worker&#13;
&#13;
at the Rochester Library. Tom was their only child. He came to the University of&#13;
&#13;
Cincinnati to study to be an electrical engineer, but he was called up by the draft in&#13;
&#13;
January, 1943. He looked just like the actor Van Johnson. He was a radio man and&#13;
&#13;
a gunner and won the purple heart. After the divorce, we remained good friends,&#13;
&#13;
even after Tommy, Jr. died. After we adopted Mary, they were too happy to see&#13;
&#13;
Mary and me and were generous in their love and gifts. Maybe, I've always been a&#13;
&#13;
little too independent because I was able to support myself and I wanted things to be definite.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: Retired Teachers and Friends at Royal American Golf Club]</text>
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&#13;
Tommy fell out of his bed when we were living in an apartment owned by&#13;
&#13;
John and Mary Morrison in Clifton Heights close to the University of Cincinnati. I&#13;
&#13;
was working 2 jobs. Early morning,  I worked at the Clifton Pantry for Dorothy&#13;
&#13;
Kassens. During the day I worked at Andrew Jergens as a quality control supervisor. &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
University working the first 2 years which eventually led to a B.S. at Ohio University&#13;
&#13;
in 1956. Tommy was buried January 31, 1947 in the old cemetery and later moved &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After our marriage on March 22, 1959, Harold and I bought a house at 174&#13;
&#13;
Harrison Street. It was a duplex that Harold turned into an 11 room, 2 and 1/2 baths&#13;
&#13;
home. We remodeled it in 1968 and built a 2 car garage, and a beautiful corner&#13;
&#13;
stone fireplace. We used it when we had the blizzard in 1978. Mother was living with&#13;
&#13;
us then after Dad had died on November 12, 1971. We bought 33 acres, 4 miles out&#13;
&#13;
on Centerburg Road in the summer of 1963. We sold 5 acres to Carl Bell on 4760&#13;
&#13;
Frederick Road and 4 acres with the house and barn to George and Gail Genthner.&#13;
&#13;
Before this in the early 1960's Mary had up 5 horses. One young horse, Dawn,&#13;
&#13;
would sit down whenever anyone got on her back. She was sold to a man from &#13;
&#13;
Portsmouth who said he would train her out of doing this. In the middle 1950's&#13;
&#13;
Verona lived on Route 605 and kept ponies and our horse, Dolly. She ran under a&#13;
&#13;
tree with Bobbie on her back, and he fell off and broke his leg. Bobbie died in a car&#13;
&#13;
accident on Hartford Road on October 19, 1959.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold' father had died on September 29, also as a result of a car running&#13;
&#13;
off the road on a Saturday afternoon as he was working on the bulletin board in&#13;
&#13;
front of the Chapel of the Cross at North Lawrence, Ohio.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In September, 1987, Ned foreman, general contractor, started our house out&#13;
&#13;
on Centerburg Road. In the spring of 1988, we started moving things into Harold's&#13;
&#13;
new 42 X 45 tool shed and then in the summer moved furniture into the house. We&#13;
&#13;
moved everything - beds, organ, living room and dining room furniture - on a little&#13;
&#13;
pickup truck. We spent our first night, after it had been blessed by Rev. Gary&#13;
&#13;
Klempenaur, on July 4, 1988.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Melody and their 3 children, Brittny, Brandon and Zachary, came from Florida for&#13;
&#13;
2 weeks.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On December 11, 1989, Melody and Dennis were living in Hawaii. I had kept&#13;
&#13;
the baby basket that we brought Mary home from the Chillicothe Hospital on April&#13;
&#13;
30, 1952. I made a new mattress and decorated the sided with lace.  Ken Crowl took&#13;
&#13;
it across the counter on a Saturday morning. It cost $26.00 to mail it. Melody picked&#13;
&#13;
it up the following Monday afternoon in Honolulu. She was called the million dollar&#13;
&#13;
baby as she was a cerebral palsy 1 and 1/2 lb. baby girl. She was still on oxygen until&#13;
&#13;
they came back to the States in July, 1990.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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church, Masons and Eastern Stars. The Worthy Grand Matron appointed me as our&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Delaware County Fair Grange Booth. Kingston and Ashley were responsible&#13;
&#13;
for its being in place.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Cliff Boyd, Orville Tuller, Joseph Bartok, Mom and Dad had died and other&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
7 shelf book cases along the north and east walls for our library. Books that I enjoyed &#13;
&#13;
reading many times over in the past and present are:&#13;
&#13;
The Road Less Traveled by Scott Peck.&#13;
&#13;
The New Road Less Traveled (Forget his latest As in Heaven as on Earth&#13;
&#13;
Peck's whole attitude and language has changed.)&#13;
&#13;
Your God is Too Small by J. B. Phillips&#13;
&#13;
Who Moved the Stone by Frank Morrison&#13;
&#13;
The Call to Glory by Jeanne Dixon&#13;
&#13;
I Came to Love You Too late, His Stubborn Love, Irregular People, and&#13;
12&#13;
&#13;
other books by Joyce Landorf.  They are easily read inspirational books.&#13;
&#13;
A Rustle of Angels by Marilyn and William Webber&#13;
&#13;
Billy Graham and Robert Schuller books that I give away&#13;
&#13;
He Still Moves Stones - No Wonder They Call Him Savior by Max Lucado&#13;
&#13;
My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers&#13;
&#13;
Daily Devotions&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Harold says he doesn't remember the Sunday evening when Rita Miller Young&#13;
&#13;
and our daughter Mary had ridden the 2 quarter horses over to Edward's at Kilbourne&#13;
&#13;
for an afternoon horse show. It began to get dark, and they hadn't returned to our&#13;
&#13;
place on Centerburg Road; so we got in the truck and found the 2 girls on the west&#13;
&#13;
side of the I-71 bridge on State Route 521. The horses refused to cross over, so&#13;
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We had some neighbor boys who were very cruel and called Mary&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Harold's family came farther from Marshallsville and spent the week at the &#13;
&#13;
Fair and vacations in Michigan at the Havener's.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I can remember my brother Rodney riding me on his bicycle down West&#13;
&#13;
William Street in Delaware to the Kindergarten and 1st grade at West School. We &#13;
&#13;
got in trouble as he raced a neighbor in a car down the hill.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We also had a big convertible touring car that was an embarrassment to my&#13;
&#13;
brother John who was in high school. He is today dealing with the fact he&#13;
&#13;
encouraged Dad to move us back to the country on Horseshoe Road, and he feels&#13;
&#13;
we didn't have the same opportunities for education if we had remained at 408 W.&#13;
&#13;
William Street in Delaware. Maybe sister Verona didn't at the one room school and&#13;
&#13;
starting at 5 and 1/2 years old.  Personally, it was great for me.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I was in high school, I used to baby sit for Duke Moffets and Roger&#13;
&#13;
Manthey who lived in the same apartment building at 145 West McMillan Street in&#13;
&#13;
Cincinnati.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
My best friends in high school were Virginia Dwenger and Esther Bartling,&#13;
&#13;
We came back to our apartment and studied. Math and physics were my hard&#13;
&#13;
subjects. I remember getting a 38 on a final in physics, but because of the daily&#13;
&#13;
lessons turned in correctly, passed the course.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
My first 2 years of college were at the University of Cincinnati. After marrying&#13;
&#13;
John Buchanan and buying the farm at Waverly, I attended the Ohio University&#13;
&#13;
branch at Chillicothe. After the 3 summers at the University in Athens, I received my&#13;
&#13;
B.S. degree in 1956.  When Mr. Lane at the graduate school was interviewing me,&#13;
&#13;
Mary was sitting on my lap. He said, "You're a damn maverick. You've been to every&#13;
&#13;
college in Ohio."  Mary hugged me and said, "Is the man mad at you, Mommy?" After&#13;
&#13;
the University of Cincinnati, Ohio University, Otterbein, Ashland and Ohio&#13;
&#13;
Wesleyan, I received a Masters at Ohio State in 1966.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
in  1909. My brother John was in the Navy, George in the Cavalry, Robert a doctor&#13;
&#13;
in the Navy, and Rodney a pilot in the Aleutian islands. They all returned safely&#13;
&#13;
home from the war zones without a scratch. Mother always believed her daily prayers &#13;
&#13;
saved them.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The year I retired the Westerville teachers went on strike. They, according to&#13;
&#13;
the police, were more vicious than the students on the Ohio State campus 10 years&#13;
&#13;
earlier, like putting nails on the road to cause flats. At the same time Harold was on &#13;
&#13;
the Delaware County Board, and I firmly believed it was wrong, and the&#13;
&#13;
Westerville Board was treating the teachers fairly.  So I was glad not to be involved.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Norman Townley secured me a Capital University graduate to tutor me and explain&#13;
&#13;
the 36 lessons. Joanne Hoover, Mary and I met the young man every Wednesday&#13;
&#13;
after school at the library in Marion. We spent an hour going over the questions and&#13;
&#13;
then on the way home stopped for dinner. We made it a party instead of going off&#13;
&#13;
and leaving her at home with a baby sitter. Now you know why she would ask,&#13;
&#13;
"Momma, do you have to study tonight?" I don't remember the young man's name.&#13;
&#13;
It was important for me to get the 36 lessons sent to O.U. to pass the final.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
So that I could graduate in the summer of 1956, in the fall of 1955, I took a &#13;
&#13;
correspondence course in "Teaching Physical Education". That year there were 20&#13;
&#13;
boys and 10 girls in the classroom. Batons must have been cheap for each girl&#13;
&#13;
received a baton to cheer on her red or blue team. The boys team were decided by&#13;
&#13;
picking their names out of a basket so that no boy would be left to be picked last for&#13;
&#13;
their playing skill. A boy who was self-conscious because of his eyesight was made a&#13;
&#13;
catcher for one of the teams.  On a trip to a sports store, we bought a catcher's mask.&#13;
&#13;
His mother thanked me for his being able to be a catcher and improve his self-&#13;
&#13;
confidence. All went well. The children loved baseball as well as the special attention.&#13;
&#13;
The final examination was sent to Harold Tippett, and when I sat down, all of the&#13;
&#13;
questions were foreign to me. One I remember was "What is Williams platform?" I&#13;
&#13;
handed the exam back Mr. Tippett and said, "I don't know the answer to any of&#13;
&#13;
these question." Can you imagine how frustrated and confused I was?  It was&#13;
&#13;
returned to O.U., and they had made a mistake and sent the wrong examination.&#13;
&#13;
After receiving the proper one for the course, Harold and I had a good many laughs&#13;
&#13;
when he said I looked completely devastated when I handed it back to him and said,&#13;
&#13;
"I don't know any of these answers."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
No wonder Mary would say I don't want to be a teacher. I just want to be a&#13;
&#13;
Mom.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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that Harold and I had read to her.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It wasn't easy - 2 years in high school in Delaware and then my junior and&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Rodney. I worked part time Mabley Carew, Penney's and Sears.  Then they had&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
superintendent. At that time, I had 100 breeding Shropshire ewes. J. Mason said he&#13;
&#13;
was happy to hire me after seeing how well I cared for my sheep. During the week&#13;
&#13;
on Wednesday night, a neighbor and teacher took classes at the O.U. branch at&#13;
&#13;
Chillicothe. After her dog got into our flock of sheep and the sheriff destroyed their &#13;
&#13;
dog, it spoiled our friendship.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Sister Verona kept Mary, and her 2 older children went with me to pre-school and&#13;
&#13;
kindergarten at  the college.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One summer we lived in a Quonset hut. It was so hot and the flies were&#13;
&#13;
terrible, so the other 3 drove back and forth from Waverly across county.&#13;
&#13;
August 7, 1956 was a happy day when I received my B.S. from Ohio U.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
After Harold had his heart attack on May 19, 1993, I bought him a 2000&#13;
&#13;
piece country scene puzzle. We put all the leaves in the dining room table,&#13;
&#13;
and he worked on it there.  Tom's Uncle Roy Hickson made him a glass and frame.&#13;
&#13;
For our last wall hanging, Harold made a pretty antique frame.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Marvin Miller, then the superintendent, had hired me on the condition of&#13;
&#13;
securing the degree. He was married to Gladys and the father of Lee Ellen, &#13;
&#13;
Pat and Matthew.  The 2 girls are both teachers.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[bottom right photo: Rosella and Mary at Ohio University Graduation B.S. in Education - 1956]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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Something that I did with my hands is my little rocking chair. I put a cane seat&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Canning program. Verona put the seat in a large rocker. When we were little, we sat&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
The building  of our home here on Centerburg Road was a joy.  We have&#13;
&#13;
pictures all the steps of the way.  Ned Foreman, the general contractor, and we are still&#13;
&#13;
very good friends.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Some people when they retire move to town , but we have the best of both&#13;
&#13;
worlds. We are just 4 miles from Sunbury and 6 from Centerburg, and I can go out&#13;
&#13;
to feed the geese in my pajamas.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
riding mower, and a small garden. We've especially enjoyed the tomatoes, zucchini,&#13;
&#13;
acorn squash and beets and are looking forward to the pumpkin patch.&#13;
&#13;
Life is good.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We shop at Buehler's in Delaware and enjoy their dining room and its&#13;
&#13;
reasonable prices. We also shop at Atzingers in Centerburg as we like their Reiters&#13;
&#13;
buttermilk and milk and their meat and produce. The Intown Restaurant in&#13;
&#13;
Centerburg also has good food at reasonable prices.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
or soft drinks.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Master Card and Visa, we both are thrifty people. We like to make sure we have the&#13;
&#13;
finances to go or do or buy what we want.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
All of the family are very special. In the winter the Christmas Eve dinner at&#13;
&#13;
Virgil and Nellie Hickson's with Tom, Mary, Dennis, Melody, the children, Harold&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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New Year's Day is at our house. All of the family and Verona's family and the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
prayers. I certainly make lists for meeting times and dates, grocery lists and ideas for&#13;
&#13;
shopping trips. I get teased about being so organized, but I tell them that those who &#13;
&#13;
fail to plan, plan to fail. I check the calendar to see what meeting are scheduled for&#13;
&#13;
each day.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Delaware. His name was Jeffry Blair. His mother had been scalded to death by the&#13;
&#13;
father. The father was in prison. He came to Delaware from a northern county.  He&#13;
&#13;
was in kindergarten at Smith School in Delaware and Verda Borders was his teacher&#13;
&#13;
and Albert Hogue was the principal. He liked to tease Mary and called her "Mary&#13;
&#13;
Oink." His IQ was about 75. He was so cute when he called me "Momme" but they&#13;
&#13;
convinced us he would be better off in an only child farm family. They said &#13;
&#13;
"Momme" is cute now but what about when he is 18.  We heard he was adopted by&#13;
&#13;
a farm family over in Union County.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
wonderful couple, Bill and Mabel Houston, came from Dayton and brought acreage&#13;
&#13;
just down the Cline Chapel Road from our 73 acres, built a 5000 broiler plant and&#13;
&#13;
a large brick house. One time the broilers all got coccidos and they had to be&#13;
&#13;
destroyed. The litter they brought from North Carolina. The house was a large long&#13;
&#13;
brick house. Bill was a brick mason. Visitors who lived back in Dayton with a little&#13;
&#13;
girl, asked Mabel if she should use the near bathroom or the far bathroom. Sad to&#13;
&#13;
say they lost all their property because of the chicken loss and went back to an&#13;
&#13;
apartment in Dayton. We went to the same little country Methodist Church. Bill&#13;
&#13;
played the guitar and sang hymns beautifully.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
teacher, and Harold's mother, Ruth, to Tucson Arizona. Helen had no biological&#13;
&#13;
children but lots of school children. Like Luretta Day, she was a born teacher.&#13;
&#13;
Helen had enrolled in the University and we came out to visit Harold's brother,&#13;
&#13;
Lloyd and his family. We got to see Yellowstone, Salt Lake City and some famous&#13;
&#13;
landmarks in Colorado and other western states. We also visited Harold's sister, Pat,&#13;
&#13;
and her husband, Dick, in Parker, Colorado, and Pikes Peak, and Colorado &#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
wonderful lady had a yarn shop on the second floor above Mills Restaurant&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
[bottom photo: Green Dress I knitted Took 20 Minutes To Go Around the Bottom Row]&#13;
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&#13;
friendship closer. The second project is the 3 piece light green outfit that I am&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Rick's little boy, Matthew, and for Brittny and the twins Zachary and Brandon. Also&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Cincinnati suburb of Westwood.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Kennedy.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
guardian angel looking after me. On one trip, Nancy Lindsey and I were on I-71 on&#13;
&#13;
the way to Dorothy Kennedy's installation as an officer of Eastern Star in the&#13;
&#13;
Westwood Chapter. The car stopped and Dale McClain, formerly of Sunbury and&#13;
&#13;
lived just down the street from us on Harrison, came by in his truck and fixed it. We&#13;
&#13;
attended the meeting and at about 11 P.M. in a little suburb of Blue Ash we had a&#13;
&#13;
flat tire. This time a perfect stranger stopped and changed the tire and we arrived&#13;
&#13;
safely in Sunbury.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I have good memories of Cincinnati, Ohio.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother George had a way with Dad -&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother and Dad always attended lectures at the Netherland Plaza Hotel. Dad&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
months. Patty, Verona's daughter who lives in Tallahassee, Florida, is coming&#13;
&#13;
soon and Wilma Jean, Carl's daughter, will be seeing each other after many years.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother had so many sayings, such as "rain before 7, quit before 11"&#13;
&#13;
and if you notice it generally does. It was just that way today (Monday&#13;
&#13;
morning) even though our local weather channels tell us it should rain all day&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[middle left photo: Carl and Verona Bell's Wedding July 15th. 1995]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom left and right photos: Carl and Verona - 1997]&#13;
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[top right photo: Brother Dr. Bob and Wife Bernie - 1997]&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: Mother's 100th Birthday - November 29th, 1982 Verona, George, Mother, John, Rosella, and Rodney]&#13;
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[bottom photo; Grandchildren and Great-Grand Children&#13;
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in the summer of 1939, Rod came home from O.U. and got a summer job&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Rodney was still at Ohio University and dating Ruth. Verona was&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I was going to Miller's Business College. I really didn't want to be a secretary,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Jergens.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Tom came in September, 1941 for the start of the fall semester. We had just&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Cincinnati.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
special education teachers and regular teachers cooperate to help special students&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
since I was a special education teacher. At my last Easter Break in 1976, a&#13;
&#13;
grandmother and uncle came in an accused me of beating their little granddaughter&#13;
&#13;
and niece with a razor strap. Of course, I had never touched the child in a harmful&#13;
&#13;
way, only to give her an encouraging hug. My Easter break in Florida was ruined.&#13;
&#13;
They threatened to sue the principal and me.  I never received an apology, but they&#13;
&#13;
called the secretary and confessed it was the child's father.&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 66 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
Today, September 18, 1996, I made a start at painting. The sky and clouds&#13;
&#13;
look real professional but the bridge, rocks and trees need lots of improvement.&#13;
&#13;
After attending a church finance committee meeting, I agree with the&#13;
&#13;
statement I just read, "Most churches seem to have more in common with big&#13;
&#13;
business that they do with Jesus and His disciples." How true!&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Patty Chapin, sister Verona's daughter, who lives in Tallahassee is coming to&#13;
&#13;
visit the family. I had Patty in the second grade, and I had to walk on eggs to show&#13;
&#13;
no preference. After Tommy died, Verona let me take Patty with me to Chicago for &#13;
&#13;
6 weeks as we were living in a high rise hotel in North Lawrence. The doorman&#13;
&#13;
called her princess. She's like a second daughter. Another time I had taken Patty &#13;
&#13;
with me to join Virginia Dwenger Weisgirber and her little boy for lunch at Mills.&#13;
&#13;
The waitress as she was pouring their milk spilled it on the table. Patty looked up at &#13;
&#13;
me and said, "Mommies spill milk sometimes, too, don't they, Aunt Rosella?"&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Some interesting things, I have recently read about Jesus, the Last Supper and&#13;
&#13;
the Crucifixion. It was John Mark's - the writer of the second Gospel - that they&#13;
&#13;
held the Last Supper, the upper room as we know it.  John Mark was the son of&#13;
&#13;
Mary. He and Peter ended up in Rome. He also wrote Revelations. Many feel that&#13;
&#13;
his Gospel is the most accurate. The shrine of St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome is one&#13;
&#13;
of the most beautiful in the world. Next there was Matthew, a tax collector, who &#13;
&#13;
wrote the first Gospel. It is thought that he was put to death in Persia about 20 years&#13;
&#13;
after the Crucifixion. Andrew, Peter's brother, was martyred in 17 A. D. in Patrae.&#13;
&#13;
James was executed by Herod Agrippa.  He is the Patron Saint of Spain. Phillip and&#13;
&#13;
Nathanael (also known as Bartholomew) are in the story of nothing good coming out&#13;
&#13;
of Nazareth and the loaves and the fishes. They were put to death in Arabia. Thomas&#13;
&#13;
was known as the skeptical one. He was supposed to have been martyred at&#13;
&#13;
Mylapore. James the Less became a Bishop and was thrown from the roof of the&#13;
&#13;
Temple. Jude was a carpenter and was killed. Simon, the Zealot, was killed in Persia.&#13;
&#13;
Judas Iscariot came from Kerioth and was the treasurer and is the one who took 30&#13;
&#13;
pieces of silver for betraying Jesus, and he was supposed to have hung himself.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
All 12 disciples were so very different and with Jesus have changed the world&#13;
&#13;
with peoples of every age and race. I may be wrong in what happened to the 12. Life&#13;
&#13;
is such a mystery. When one is flying in a big 747 jet, one wonders what is keeping&#13;
&#13;
it up, and the simple answer is, it is the resistance of air that raises the wing.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Sometimes with the ringing in my left ear it is difficult to get to sleep and I&#13;
&#13;
remember some things that happened many years ago. Mary was  4 years old and the&#13;
&#13;
IGA store was on Harrison Street. The Rev. Richard Burns was the pastor, and&#13;
&#13;
Hallie Jo was his wife. They lived in the Methodist parsonage at 100 North Columbus&#13;
&#13;
Street. It was the Rev. Burns first charge. He had been painting the parsonage and &#13;
&#13;
ran over to the store for milk when Mary spotted him and in her childish voice said,&#13;
&#13;
"Momma, there goes the God man."  Twenty years later, her daughter Melody saw&#13;
&#13;
Rev. Don Newland and made the same comment, only it was "Grandmother, there &#13;
&#13;
goes the God man." When the Chapel of the Cross (the church Harold attended&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
when he was at his home in Marshallville) in the Canton district was having a&#13;
&#13;
mortgage burning celebration, Rev. Burns was their district superintendent. He&#13;
&#13;
reminded us of the incident 30 years before.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
I started on the 18th. Harold said the bridge looked like it was falling down, and I&#13;
&#13;
realized I had gotten carried away with too many big rocks in the creek. The white&#13;
&#13;
paint will have to dry before I can make some changes. Maybe, a hill and a small&#13;
&#13;
cottage will be next.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In January, 1983, I wrote a poem I titled "Dear Lord, I Just Want to Thank&#13;
&#13;
You".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Dear Lord&lt; I just want to thank you&#13;
&#13;
For this satisfying life of mine,&#13;
&#13;
And for this house I call my home&#13;
&#13;
For the memories in it are so fine.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
From the moment in the morning&#13;
&#13;
When I rise up from my bed,&#13;
&#13;
I'll trust you, Lord, to guide me,&#13;
&#13;
And by You, my Savior, I'll be led.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Please watch over my friends and family,&#13;
&#13;
All who are a source of pride and pleasure to me,&#13;
&#13;
Keep them safe and free from harm,&#13;
&#13;
For everyone is a real treasure, You see.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Thank You, too, for my parents so dear&#13;
&#13;
As they taught me right from wrong,&#13;
&#13;
For as they grew more precious with each new year&#13;
&#13;
As they helped me to grow in love and how to be brave and strong,&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
So let me offer service and comfort to my fellow man,&#13;
&#13;
As I travel along Your Highway, let it be my plan.&#13;
&#13;
For by my own faith and by Your grace&#13;
&#13;
May I reach Your kingdom some day and be able to thank you face to &#13;
&#13;
face.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Before Madelyn Murray O'Hare outlawed prayer in school, the children in my classes&#13;
&#13;
had 2 prayers each - their teacher 3 - at school:&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Help us, Lord to be kind today,&#13;
&#13;
Very kind in all our play.&#13;
&#13;
Make us helpful, make us strong,&#13;
&#13;
Show us what is right and wrong,&#13;
&#13;
These things, Lord, we ask of Thee,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
God is great;  God is good.&#13;
&#13;
And we thank Him for our food.&#13;
&#13;
By His Goodness we all are  fed.&#13;
&#13;
We thank the Lord for our daily bread.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
Lord, who am I to teach the way to these little children day by day,&#13;
&#13;
When I am so prone myself to go astray.&#13;
&#13;
Though I teach them love for all mankind&#13;
&#13;
And for all of God's creatures and yet I find,&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
So, if their guide I still may be&#13;
&#13;
Lord, oh let the little children see&#13;
&#13;
Their teacher leaning hard on Thee.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother John once asked if I thought about going into the ministry. And&#13;
&#13;
brother Robert said when I pray I sound like my Aunt Ora who was always very &#13;
&#13;
specific. I don't think God wants a general canned prayer.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Maybe I should explain something about how children are eligible for a special&#13;
&#13;
class. Those with below a 50 I.Q. are in the County program and normally attend&#13;
&#13;
school the year round. For 8 summers Mary helped me teach these children in&#13;
&#13;
Franklin County. For 16 years I taught those with a 50 to 75 I.Q. in the Public School&#13;
&#13;
program and were mainstreamed for music and physical education. In the spring of&#13;
&#13;
1974 a little 8 year old girl named Debbie Shaw contracted encephalitis and died in&#13;
&#13;
Children's Hospital. The custodian Eddie Birchem helped the children accept her&#13;
&#13;
death by giving a very loving talk and removing the flowers that we had placed on&#13;
&#13;
her desk and removing them both.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
A little boy named Jerry Wally was frightened by a dog and climbed to the top&#13;
&#13;
of the slide and fell off and broke his arm. This happened at Bainbridge and another&#13;
&#13;
second grade boy named Jerry Williams did the same thing on the Galena&#13;
&#13;
playground. Bobby Slack fell and cut his leg wading in the creek on the last day of&#13;
&#13;
school. These were the 3 most serious accidents during the 30 years that I taught.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
This summer had definitely not been a good summer and fall for sister&#13;
&#13;
Verona, who broke her hip on July 3rd, and her husband Carl. Yesterday when she&#13;
&#13;
and I came home from breakfast, the emergency and fire trucks were in the drive.&#13;
&#13;
Carl takes so much pride in the home. He was down at the creek repairing his foot&#13;
&#13;
bridge when he fell into the water and hit his head. He was able to get to the house&#13;
&#13;
to call 911. They kept him overnight at Grady after stitching and cleaning him up.&#13;
&#13;
The kitchen was a mess when we went in later that night. We think the personnel at&#13;
&#13;
Grady Hospital are very caring and loving.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Winter came in early this year. We had 32 degrees for 2 mornings and Harold&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 69 in It Started with These Two] &#13;
&#13;
when Mary and Tom were home from Florida, Mary said, "Mom, you have every tree&#13;
&#13;
almost but no Buckeye." Well, we remedied that. This year we bought two Buckeyes.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
tulip, sycamore, elm, walnut, smoke tree, Osage orange, and grape vines with the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Carolina for Dennis's job. He is a whiz at computers as well as being a good father.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
flew Tom and Mary to Honolulu. We missed being with them for Christmas, but we&#13;
&#13;
knew Dennis and Melody needed some family support. Stephanie died Dec. 13th,&#13;
&#13;
 and she was cremated. They have her ashes in a little gold teddy bear. I think I've&#13;
&#13;
mentioned before they are  such good young loving parents.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
If one notices there are so many twins being born today. My nephew William&#13;
&#13;
and his wife Kathleen in January 1993 had twins, a boy and a girl. Our own&#13;
 &#13;
granddaughter had twins in December 1989 and again 1993. A minister laughingly&#13;
&#13;
explained that in this hectic world today they were afraid to come in alone.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the summer or 1947, Genieve Cole, Mother and Dad organized the&#13;
&#13;
Delaware County Historical Society. On October 2, 1996, Brother Bob, Carl&#13;
&#13;
Verona and I visited the East William Street house and museum.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I was president of the Past Grand Appointed officers in 1991, Karen&#13;
&#13;
Bartholmew and Virginia were the program. I wrote a poem for the luncheon. It is&#13;
&#13;
titled "This I Pledge".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
If I could give you what I'd like today,&#13;
&#13;
Only happiness I would bring,&#13;
&#13;
Enough to last the whole year through.&#13;
&#13;
I would make it wonderful - some precious thing,&#13;
&#13;
Flawless, beautiful and everlasting,&#13;
&#13;
But this we mortals cannot give,&#13;
&#13;
So I pledge to you instead&#13;
&#13;
A perpetual friendship, one that' true,&#13;
&#13;
Strong enough to span all the years that lie ahead.&#13;
&#13;
I will try to make it shine and keep it wisdom-fed.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Music has been a important part of our lives. We have always had a piano&#13;
&#13;
or organ in our home and every once in a while I think I'll start taking lessons again.&#13;
&#13;
While waiting for Harold to finish dressing on Sunday morning for church, I'll play&#13;
&#13;
2 hymns, one for Dad, "The Little Brown Church in the Wildwood" and for Mother,&#13;
&#13;
"In the Sweet By and By."  These were their favorites. A year after Dad died, Mother&#13;
&#13;
furnished the church bulletins and said the 3 places Dad like best were Farm&#13;
&#13;
Bureau Council, the Grange, and his church and that he was always a good example&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
you can't say something good about that person, don't say it."&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We went with Melody on a visit with &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Brittny. She is so loveable and the twin are so&#13;
&#13;
mischievous.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The doctor at the Trippler Army &#13;
&#13;
Hospital in Hawaii called Brittny their million&#13;
&#13;
dollar baby.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We continually express our appreciation, &#13;
&#13;
to Melody and Dennis for being such good &#13;
&#13;
young parents.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold reminded me that instead of 6 bags of shelled corn we need 12 since&#13;
&#13;
we have 14 geese now instead of 9.  We do not have good luck in raising them, as&#13;
&#13;
wild animals raid their nests and eat the geese and also they kill our young ones. &#13;
&#13;
We have to put boards across the bottom step to the deck to keep the geese from&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
On Mother's 100th birthday (November 29, 1982) we held a celebration at the&#13;
&#13;
Delaware Hotel. Ken Mackley took the pictures that turned out very well. Verona&#13;
&#13;
stayed with Mother for 4 days at the hotel. Mother was in a wheelchair but really&#13;
&#13;
enjoyed meeting her church and Grange friends plus being with the family. The&#13;
&#13;
family and Dad were so important to her. Our Mary and Melody flew up from&#13;
&#13;
Florida, and I think only 1 or 2 of the 16 grandchildren weren't able to make it.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
enjoyed acorn squash, tomatoes, green peppers, melons and a few pumpkins. At this&#13;
&#13;
late date in the first part of October, they have lots of blossoms on the vines. We&#13;
&#13;
have one quart of beets and 6 quarts of salsa and 4 quarts of tomato juice which we'll&#13;
&#13;
carry to Florida. The salsa makes wonderful chili.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When I was younger and more energetic, I brought rocks from our creek in&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
if she could do anything, her Uncle Harold said she could carry the rocks back to the &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
In 1991 when Harold and I were Worthy Matron and Patron of Columbia&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
privileged to plant a tree on the east side of the town square.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
66' shed. It is clear full of bicycles, a motorcycle, lawn mowers, his power tools,&#13;
&#13;
tractors, flower pots and extra doors from a house he tore down. There is a pet&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
My second "Joy of Painting" was anything but a joy. It was a disaster. Even&#13;
&#13;
though I took the easel out and hung it on the stepladder, the perspective was all&#13;
&#13;
wrong. The house took up too much room for Harold's 66' shed. There was no way &#13;
&#13;
I could show all of the evergreens along the drive and around the house on the large&#13;
&#13;
deck. Next time, it will be just a nature scene.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The pictures of John on the swing and the boys with their pony  and cart give&#13;
&#13;
a good indication of the fun we had in growing up. We always had an old plow horse&#13;
&#13;
to ride. Not a whole lot of money, but lots of love.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Four of us took off for a Florida vacation, Harold was still working. It was&#13;
&#13;
Gladys Collins, Bernice Morgan, Gladys Miller and myself. We took the usual route&#13;
&#13;
77 to 301 into Bradenton. After a week Gladys Miller got sick and had to fly home.&#13;
&#13;
The three of us came up through Plains, Georgia, and Gladys Collins and Bernice&#13;
&#13;
Morgan got to get their pictures taken with Rosalind and President Jimmy Carter.&#13;
&#13;
I wasn't so lucky since I'm the camera man. We attended church services and Jimmy&#13;
&#13;
taught the Sunday School class. He teaches 36 Sundays ouy of the year. Lots of time&#13;
&#13;
he is with Habitat for Humanity building homes for low income families.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the early 1980's I had read 3 books by Joyce Landorf. They were "The&#13;
&#13;
Stubborn Heart", "I came to know You too Late" and "Irregular People". Dusting the&#13;
&#13;
book shelves in our downstairs library, I came across them again. Her thoughts seem&#13;
&#13;
so ever new as well as Max Lucado's books "He Still Moves Stones"&#13;
&#13;
and "No Wonder They Call Him Savior".&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Much of my reading and knitting gets done as I sit in my chair beside Harold's&#13;
&#13;
in the evening as he watches the rough police shows on T.V. He especially likes "Law &#13;
&#13;
 and Order" and "Walker", and I like "Touched by an Angel" and any show without&#13;
&#13;
so much violence. In David Roper's "A Beacon in the Darkness" there is a very&#13;
&#13;
profound short statement. - "God's words spoken in quiet confidence moves heaven &#13;
&#13;
and earth."  Another inspiration book is "The Cry of a Passionate Heart" by David&#13;
&#13;
Roper. Another thought by Roper is "Without a preoccupation with worship we have&#13;
&#13;
nothing to give a cynical, unhappy, unsettled world. Only God can bring salvation to&#13;
&#13;
our world."&#13;
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&#13;
Verona's husband Carl was able to come home this afternoon, October 15,&#13;
&#13;
1996. He realizes he can't do all the repairing, mowing and other things around the&#13;
&#13;
house that he could do when he was younger. Age does seem to have a way of&#13;
&#13;
catching up with us and causing us to change our life styles.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I've mentioned him before but probably called him Uncle Ernest. He was a &#13;
&#13;
licensed veterinarian, and specialized in fixing horses' teeth. About 1945 he wrote&#13;
&#13;
a pamphlet entitled "My 3 Score Years of Experience." It is not dated, so if he were&#13;
&#13;
born in 1885, I figured it must be in the middle 40's. He mentions T.V.'s. His life was &#13;
&#13;
so different than my father's. When he was in his late teens he painted the 2 gold&#13;
&#13;
crosses above St. Mary' s Catholic Church in Delaware. He left his  wife Ora, daughter &#13;
&#13;
Nina and sons Frances and Harold at Mom and Dad's for over a year while he went&#13;
&#13;
to get his degree. Can you imagine cooking for 4 extra  persons plus your own 4 boys&#13;
&#13;
and a husband? Dad said Mother never once complained. We still don't know how&#13;
&#13;
she could memorize so many Bible verses, especially Proverbs. Maybe that is what&#13;
&#13;
kept her sweet and happy with so much physical labor. Most people, they say, don't&#13;
&#13;
get sick from what they eat but what's eating them. Hard work that has a purpose&#13;
&#13;
doesn't seem hard. Long hours of courses taken for additional credit or degrees all&#13;
&#13;
had a reason. One Wednesday evening in 1965, I was  in the parking lot of Arps Hall&#13;
&#13;
for a course in writing a thesis when I fell on the ice. As I lay there with no help,&#13;
&#13;
I said, "God, what am I dong here? I really don't have to write that paper." The&#13;
&#13;
straw that almost broke the camel's back was when about 30 of us gathered outside&#13;
&#13;
a room on the 2nd floor. No professor had been assigned to teach the course. One&#13;
&#13;
young student actually reached the president home and really being very angry said&#13;
&#13;
the college had let him sign up for the course at 5 P.M. that same evening.  You can&#13;
&#13;
be sure a professor was lined up for the following Wednesday evening. As it turned&#13;
&#13;
out I really didn't need the course. My advisor, Mr. Calvin, said it was too much of&#13;
&#13;
an Indictment of the State Education Department and had me do a study of&#13;
&#13;
mongolism.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On Father's Day about 5 years ago, I bought Harold a wooden mother pig and&#13;
&#13;
a baby pig. Our brother-in-law Jake Ward gave him a front and back end of a cow,&#13;
&#13;
and now they need painting. As I was finished using the black enamel paint after&#13;
&#13;
putting the lid on and hammering it down, it sprayed all over my face and neck and&#13;
&#13;
on the side of the blouse I was wearing. Turpentine took it off but what an oily smell.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold's family raised steers and hogs which they took to the Wayne County &#13;
&#13;
Fair in Wooster. Our family raised sheep and Jersey cows. After high school Harold&#13;
&#13;
went to work at the mill in Marshallsville. One day he decided to crack a book&#13;
&#13;
instead of his back so he went to college in Wooster and graduated in accounting.&#13;
&#13;
That is how he came to Sunbury and was hired by Dale Bailey, the Landmark&#13;
&#13;
manager, in April, 1956. Zelma Young, who was the secretary, persuaded him to join&#13;
&#13;
The Knights of Pythias, and the Pythian Sisters where we met. Earl Duston, who &#13;
&#13;
worked for George, and he became good friends.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As they say "you can take a person out of the country but you can't take the&#13;
&#13;
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better than to be out on his John Deere tractor on a brisk fall or spring day. Since&#13;
&#13;
so many elm trees died from a blight, there are lots of small trees to cut down and&#13;
&#13;
haul to the brush pile. I like gardening, lawn mowing, making crafts for my family&#13;
&#13;
and friends and trying out new recipes from the farm magazines. A new one is with&#13;
&#13;
bulk sausage, onions green peppers, shredded potatoes, canned mushrooms and&#13;
&#13;
mushroom soup.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
About a week before Memorial Day we buy trays of flowers from Raymond&#13;
&#13;
Bryant and make our way with peat moss and shovels and decorate the graves of our&#13;
&#13;
friends and relatives at Condit, Sunbury, Marlboro and Oak Grove in Delaware. At&#13;
&#13;
the last Memorial Day in 1996, we decorated 18 graves. We realize they are not&#13;
&#13;
really there but it does so much for us to just be able to trim the evergreens that we&#13;
&#13;
have planted and plant new plants each year. This afternoon we are taking a new&#13;
&#13;
evergreen to Marlboro Cemetery for brother Jame's grave. For some reason it has&#13;
&#13;
died.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
The family seems to like Pumpkin Bread or Zucchini Bread.  This recipe from&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
ingredients. 3 eggs, 1 cup white sugar, 1 cup brown sugar, 1 cup oil, 2 tsp. vanilla&#13;
&#13;
3 cups of flours, 1 tsp. salt 1 tsp. baking powder, 1 tsp. soda, 1 tsp. cinnamon, 1 tsp.&#13;
&#13;
nutmeg, 1 cup of nuts, 1 cup raisins, 2 cups pumpkin or zucchini cooked and put&#13;
&#13;
through my salad shooter.  All the ingredients are mixed together and put into 3&#13;
&#13;
oiled loaf pans. Cook about 35 or 40 minutes at 350 degrees. I have altered it a bit by using&#13;
&#13;
brown sugar instead of the their recipe of of only 2 cups of white sugar. I found it was&#13;
&#13;
tastier and that is what cooking is all about to make things the best they can be.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
This is the first year that Harold and I have both been retired so that we can&#13;
&#13;
attend the Pumpkin Show in Circleville.  The Shriners are in the 8 P.M. parade on&#13;
&#13;
Friday evening. It rained continually all day so we hope to be able to go in 1997. The&#13;
&#13;
Shriners do so much good with their Burn and Cripple Children's Hospital. In 1993&#13;
&#13;
Melody and Dennis took our little great-granddaughter Brittny to the Tampa&#13;
&#13;
Hospital and had the spastic muscles in both legs cut so she can stand flat footed&#13;
&#13;
on both feet. I feel so much pain when she says, "Grandmother, I want to stand up"&#13;
&#13;
and yet she still isn't able to walk and uses as she tells it her "motorized chair". She&#13;
&#13;
has such a sweet disposition. We love her family dearly. Only 1 other little boy in a &#13;
&#13;
wheelchair is in her regular 1st grade class at Oneco School.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Some of the things that families like to know about their parents relationship&#13;
&#13;
can best be conveyed in some letters Father sent to Mother on his trip around the&#13;
&#13;
world with Teddy Roosevelt's Great White Fleet. Dad, born June 16, 1881, and&#13;
&#13;
Mother, born November 29, 1882, were not impulsive teenagers. They were married&#13;
&#13;
on August 29, 1909. Dad would have been 18 and Mother 27.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother's brother Hartley had died, and Mother was still at home to help her&#13;
&#13;
parents in their grieving, Grandfather or Pap Bishop felt sad because he had sent&#13;
&#13;
Hartley west to buy some Merino sheep. I have always liked sheep and as I have&#13;
&#13;
mentioned before had 100 breeding ewes when I lived on the farm at Waverly.&#13;
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Maybe I had inherited his love, also for horses.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Dad's mother Christina Main was living on the farm on what was then known&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
babies and he told them he truly hoped so.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
At one time there were hitching rails in front of the formerly located&#13;
&#13;
Marlboro Church. Grandpa Bishop said there will always be people coming with&#13;
&#13;
horses and buggies to their church. He would be so hurt since no one comes even in&#13;
&#13;
cars to the wonderful Memorial Day services with little children carrying flags and&#13;
&#13;
peonies to decorate the soldiers' graves. Now Memorial Day is for races and cook-&#13;
&#13;
outs. Many just can't find the time  or inclination to attend Memorial Services. Our&#13;
&#13;
Sunbury services are such an inspiration. In 1906 Larry and Rachel Edward's son&#13;
&#13;
gave a very short but impressive speech. Ed Hoke had been the leader for 25 years&#13;
&#13;
and now the America Legion and Veterans of Foreign Wars take turns in heading&#13;
&#13;
up and preparing the program. Fewer and fewer Legion members and Lions Club&#13;
&#13;
members are able to attend., Dutch Strosnider and brother George were always&#13;
&#13;
attending.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It makes me sad when I see someone desecrating or burning the flag when i&#13;
&#13;
realize how many loyal Americans have given their lives to protect our freedom.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On Saturday, October 19, we went up to the Chapel of the Cross bazaar. This&#13;
&#13;
in the church Harold attended when he was at home. It was before the merger with&#13;
&#13;
a United Brethren Church. The women of the church, starting in February, begin&#13;
&#13;
making crafts. This year I found beautifully decorated T-shirts and other things. We&#13;
&#13;
bought Carl two bales of straw that the Roberts' had brought in for sale to cover his&#13;
&#13;
strawberry plants. The women put them in large trash bags. They were happy that&#13;
&#13;
they came south with Harold.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When we were young, on some hot Sunday afternoons sometimes we rode our&#13;
&#13;
bicycles to Ashley about 7 miles from our home on Horseshoe Road to play in a&#13;
&#13;
dance band and to get ice cream cones. I remember when the fair was held at&#13;
&#13;
Ashley, and I baked cakes and we took live stock there before taking the calves to&#13;
&#13;
the Ohio State Fair. Brother Bob said yesterday he remembers going with Papa&#13;
&#13;
Bishop taking 8 registered Percherons for 10 days to the Ohio State Fair.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In the summer of 1947 Genieve Cole, her son Joe, a Delaware real estate&#13;
&#13;
broker, and Mom and Dad organized the first Delaware County Historical Society.&#13;
&#13;
In 1997 it will 50 be years and I hope there can be some celebration and we can give&#13;
&#13;
the Society a large painting of the old Blue Church that was painted in 1970 for&#13;
&#13;
Mother and Dad for their house in Florida as a Christmas present. Will Cleveland&#13;
&#13;
is the artist who painted the picture.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On Tuesday, October 22, 1994, Louise Whipkey, Gladys Collins and I joined&#13;
&#13;
some 4000 other enthusiastic people at a rally for Senator Bob Dole. I was at Rikes&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 75 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
gym in Westerville. Many had to be kept outside and heard and saw by remote.&#13;
&#13;
Governor Voinovich and John Kasich spoke. Some disgruntled Clinton fans even&#13;
&#13;
held a small group outside.  I saw a sign on the way home from the North Lawrence&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
sentiments exactly.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
families get emotional and might use extraordinary measures to keep a dying or&#13;
&#13;
injured person alive but not really living.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Since videos have come in our slide projector has seen little use. Most of the&#13;
&#13;
pictures of Mary taken when she was small were either by Olan Mills or on our 8mm&#13;
&#13;
camera. She has both the film and the projector and asked that I bring our large&#13;
&#13;
screen to Florida. Harold also took lots of slide pictures. That is one of the 16 items&#13;
&#13;
on the list to pack.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mary had a large red Chow dog we called Patsy. Our lawn at Waverly was&#13;
&#13;
large with 7 maple trees and on nice days she would be in her play pen and I would&#13;
&#13;
be studying for courses at either Ohio University branch in Chillicothe or&#13;
&#13;
correspondence courses or on campus courses.  When neighbor children would come&#13;
&#13;
in the yard., Patsy wouldn't let them near Mary until I said it was O.K. Patsy was&#13;
&#13;
killed by a car on the road in front of the house, and we had to have a funeral, grave&#13;
&#13;
and a cross.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In our family dogs seemed to be preferred to cat. I have lots of pictures with&#13;
&#13;
Harold and the 2 Dalmatians that died. Since I have a loud continuous ringing in my&#13;
&#13;
left ear much of my thoughts are being written down during the night time hours. It&#13;
&#13;
is difficult to sleep.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When the Methodist Church was built on the corner of 3 and 36/37, Harold&#13;
&#13;
purchased the stained glass window on the right of the altar in memory and honor &#13;
&#13;
of our parents. Mary Hervey bought the window on the left in memory of the &#13;
&#13;
Herveys.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In Florida we have a very friendly Christian Church in the park and Bible&#13;
&#13;
study weekly, but I miss the folks at Sunbury. When the weather cools in Ohio, it&#13;
&#13;
likewise seems to cool off in Florida. One Christmas Eve, we had snow flakes and&#13;
&#13;
a low of 33 degrees.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Some people who live year round in Florida tell me they now miss the season &#13;
&#13;
changes in Ohio. Dad used to say they went to Florida for the winter and they&#13;
&#13;
generally found it.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I was blessed with great parents and 4 wonderful brothers and a sister.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother John was a statistician with the Ohio Welfare Department and was&#13;
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instrumental in getting the I.G.A. Store started in Sunbury and later in Johnstown.&#13;
&#13;
They live in Scottsdale, Arizona in the winter.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother George managed the I. G. A. Store and at his death had 15 horses&#13;
&#13;
that ran at Scioto Downs and the County Fairs.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother Robert was a Medical Doctor for many years before moving from a &#13;
&#13;
farm in Athens County growing evergreen trees, later into Athens and recently into&#13;
&#13;
an apartment at Friendship Village in Dublin.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother Rodney  worked for the department of taxation for the State of Ohio&#13;
&#13;
and was very active in the Walnut Hills Masonic Lodge, Past Master and their&#13;
&#13;
Secretary for over 30 years preparing and mailing out over 800 newsletters a month&#13;
&#13;
with the help of his wife, Ruth.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Sister Verona obtained a Real Estate License in March 1956 and worked in&#13;
&#13;
Johnstown for Brian Scofield before moving to Florida after her son Robert was&#13;
&#13;
killed on October the 19th, 1959. She cared for Dad as his favorite nurse after he&#13;
&#13;
had his stroke in October of 1971.  She took Mother to spend the winters in Florida&#13;
&#13;
with her.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We had exceptionally good neighbors, as we do now, when we lived on&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Ilo Owens, Lockie Norman, but especially Hattie and Theodore Sparks. We lived side&#13;
&#13;
by side for 17 years and we never had cross words. Our children respected each&#13;
&#13;
others property and didn't make paths through like they did in later years. Luretta&#13;
&#13;
Day lived just across on High Street. Many times I'd pick her up to sub in either&#13;
&#13;
Sunbury or Galena schools. Hattie was one of my officers in 1965 and again in 1991.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Four women you could count on were Dorothy Owen, Mary Hervey, Mary&#13;
&#13;
Cring and Hattie Sparks. They were great friends. On the 4th of July, 1995, Theodore&#13;
&#13;
was 75, and Harold presented him with a Kentucky Colonel's badge and certificate.&#13;
&#13;
These are given for worthwhile family lives and are a great honor since not too many&#13;
&#13;
are handed out by the Governor of Kentucky. Theodore and Hattie move to Florida&#13;
&#13;
to be with their daughter Vonda. The two deer standing in our yard were at one time&#13;
&#13;
at 412 Perfect Drive. Theodore, Hattie and Vonda came up from Venice on March&#13;
&#13;
2, 1995, to our Sunbury Day in Bradenton at the Olive Garden. Church ties are&#13;
&#13;
strong and so are lodge and chapter ties. We were saddened when Theodore died&#13;
&#13;
this summer, and we made a donation to the First Baptist Church building fund in&#13;
&#13;
his memory.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I am looking forward to the installation of officers for Eastern Star on&#13;
&#13;
November 30. Also on the 4th of December the Ruth Circle trip to Der Dutchman&#13;
&#13;
up on 71 and the December 7th Christmas on the Square. I also have a luncheon for &#13;
&#13;
about 22 - 24 friends just before we leave for Florida. They seem to like taco's that&#13;
&#13;
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We used to have monthly birthday parties for the Saturday morning Sunbury&#13;
&#13;
friends; but with some moving and others dying, we just don' seem to have the heart&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
friends from Delaware asked to have the casket opened, and I remember seeing snow&#13;
&#13;
flakes falling in on his tiny body. As I mentioned before this was a Saturday, and we&#13;
&#13;
were in church on Sunday. Strong Christian parents, relatives, and friends helped me&#13;
&#13;
survive and also a good position to return to and night classes at the University of&#13;
&#13;
Cincinnati helped me to keep my sanity.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I finished reading "Who Moved the Stone" by Frank Morrison, an English&#13;
&#13;
journalist who was at first skeptical about Jesus as the Messiah and His resurrection.&#13;
&#13;
At the end he presents some very convincing arguments as to its authenticity and &#13;
&#13;
truthfulness. It reminds me each time as I drive in our driveway with the large stone.&#13;
&#13;
The stone is so large that many years ago brother George and Harold used 2 tractors&#13;
&#13;
and lifts to bring it out of the hole and were unsuccessful, but it took Roy &#13;
&#13;
Facemeyers with his heavy equipment to lift it out of the hole and bring it up to the&#13;
&#13;
drive. Harold tells me that was my birthday present last year. Bill Fisher used to&#13;
&#13;
tease us about the other big stone, from a replaced bridge, on the other side of the &#13;
&#13;
driveway.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Did you ever try to peel a pumpkin? Harold in his subtle way said he thought&#13;
&#13;
the largest pumpkin would make a good pie.  Well, I cut my thumb twice, and I tried&#13;
&#13;
so hard to  cut away, cutting it up in small chunks. It still took 4 hours to become  soft.&#13;
&#13;
It looked so pale, but I assured Harold with some brown sugar, eggs and spices it&#13;
&#13;
would look like his mother's pumpkin pies - almost.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Genevieve Beaver gave me a recipe using pumpkin, yellow cake mix, milk,&#13;
&#13;
eggs, sugar, spices, butter and nuts which helped to use up the extra pumpkin mix,&#13;
&#13;
and I believe I prefer it to the regular pumpkin pie. You don't have the worry of a &#13;
&#13;
bad crust or it getting too brown.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Mother and Dad started going to Florida and bought a mobile home in the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Hartford Road not too far from their home on 605. They left Ohio in the summer&#13;
&#13;
of 1960 and bought a home in Bradenton. The Howard Warners lived in Bradenton,&#13;
&#13;
too, also other Ohio and 605 friends. In our Trailer Estates you'll find the Bells,&#13;
&#13;
Mains, Ghents, Heils, Laytons, Mosleys, Evans, Hatfields and some renters from the&#13;
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In the early part of the '90's Harold and I were active in the Lions Club,&#13;
&#13;
our church, Scottish Rite, Delaware Shrine Club, Masons and the Stars,&#13;
&#13;
and the Kingston Grange.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
During the same time I was appointed the District 11 Heart Representative&#13;
&#13;
to tell those members in the 15 Chapters in the 4 counties of Logan,&#13;
&#13;
Union, Marion, and Delaware about Heart Research and to earn money &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
The Big Walnut Area Church Women united with 7 local churches joining&#13;
&#13;
together to promote Christian Fellowship and help local organizations like People&#13;
&#13;
in Need and Friends Who Share. We meet 3 times a year on the first Friday in&#13;
&#13;
March, May and November. After my stroke in December of 1955, Barbara&#13;
&#13;
Hartman is now the president.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In November of 1993 the Delaware Pomona Grange chartered a bus for the&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top left photo: Harold and Rosella in Hong Kong, China, with the the Lions Club - 1969]&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Dutch Strosnider, Harold and Rosella Ault with the Lions Club in Mexico City, July 1985]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo: Lions Club at Atlantic City  Kenny Crowl, George Main, Lorraine Crowl, Etta Main, Rosella Ault, Harold Ault]&#13;
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&#13;
127th National Grange Convention in Cleveland, Ohio, and I received the 6th and&#13;
&#13;
7th Grange Degrees.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It was in September of 1995, which was the 50th anniversary of the Little &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Booth. Our Kingdom Grange with the Assistance of the Ashley Grange were&#13;
&#13;
responsible for its being in place. Harlan Hall was the judge and gave us a perfect&#13;
&#13;
score.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
For my 75th birthday in November of 1995, Carl and my sister, Verona, had&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
There was cake, ice cream and gifts.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
On Harold's birthday, my birthday and on our anniversary we eat steak at the&#13;
&#13;
Branding Iron on Stratford Road in Delaware. We really don't eat out much as I&#13;
&#13;
like to cook especially for the family and friends.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Our Mary was always saying things to get me into hot water. One morning&#13;
&#13;
in going up the old post office steps (where Ed Savor has his antique store) she&#13;
&#13;
asked a maiden school teacher  "Lady, do you smoke cigarettes?" And the lady said,&#13;
&#13;
"No, I don't and why do ask?"  At another time  in June of 1965 2 Eastern Star&#13;
&#13;
women  met us at the Masonic Temple to see how to serve refreshments and to make&#13;
&#13;
the coffee and when we got home that afternoon, I didn't know that Mary was &#13;
&#13;
listening and I told Harold that I didn't think they even knew how to boil water. The&#13;
&#13;
next Sunday at church she asked if these 2 women were the ones who didn't know&#13;
&#13;
how to boil water.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
One day when I went out to list some real estate properties we stopped at&#13;
&#13;
Burton Richardson's and she asked him "Man, why don't you shave?" He wasn't &#13;
&#13;
offended by her question and later I helped him study for an Ohio Real Estate&#13;
&#13;
License and he and my broker opened up an office in Centerburg, called&#13;
&#13;
the Heart of Ohio. Burton died from a heart attack out in his barn yard. Harold, &#13;
&#13;
Mary and I went to Morelands Funeral Home in Centerburg for his calling hours.&#13;
&#13;
Carl, after his fall from his foot bridge and his 10 day hospital stay, has had&#13;
&#13;
to go back to Grady for pneumonia and then to Arbors for rehab.  He is such a good &#13;
&#13;
man and nice neighbor.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Getting our garden in late, the pumpkins came on and there were blossoms&#13;
&#13;
on them still when we had  the first frost. They tell me if one seeds the pumpkin, an&#13;
&#13;
easy way to cook them is to bake them in the oven, scoop out the pulp and run it&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 80 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
Sunday evening, the 2 quarts started working, and I emptied it out in a &#13;
&#13;
sauce pan. It smelled terrible, and I eventually dumped it in the trash&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
This time cooking it on the stove, cut in small pieces and peeled it,&#13;
&#13;
and now its being frozen in the top of the refrigerator.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
to go by. I've taken the easel and paints and packed them for Florida.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I'm reading a book by Lenard LeSourd, Catherine Marshall's second &#13;
&#13;
husband, titled "A Cloud Walk". We especially liked the T.V. show &#13;
&#13;
based on her book "Christy". "A closer Walk is so inspirational and&#13;
&#13;
up lifting. she died March 18, 1987.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
[top right photo: Spring of 1997]&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 81 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
Today is the day the retired Whittier school teachers have lunch at the&#13;
&#13;
Ponderrosa in Westerville. Many of them have either died or become too disabled to&#13;
&#13;
attend, but it's always nice to see those who can.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I think I've mentioned ealier about taking 3 Westerville friends to Florida&#13;
&#13;
and then coming home through Plains, Georgia, and listening to former President&#13;
&#13;
Jimmy Carter teach Sunday School.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Maybe I should explain more about my marriage to Tom Tibbitts. His father&#13;
&#13;
was George Tibbitts, a secretary to the President of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad&#13;
&#13;
and a painter with pictures in the New York Art Gallery. We have 2 hanging on our&#13;
&#13;
walls. Tom's mother was Bessie Palmer Tibbitts and had an executive position with &#13;
&#13;
Kodak in Rochester. As a little country girl, I was probably intimidated by their social&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
an only child sent to Cincinnati University to get an education where we met.&#13;
&#13;
[top photo: Pictures 1996 in Trailer in Florida]&#13;
&#13;
[bottom photo; Bernice Morgan, Rosilyn Carter, president Jimmy Carter, Gladys Collins   Plains, Georgia, March 15th, 1992]&#13;
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&#13;
In the early 80's I took a driver's test to secure a CDL, commercial driver's&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
the mouth to mouth resuscitation. Now precautions are taken. Laura Jean, Leo and&#13;
&#13;
Jerry Young's mother was in the class at Berkshire Township house. These health&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
in my second grade class at Bainbridge. After talking with the mother, she said she&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
children if I knew. Maybe now college courses deal with such things but not then.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Last evening Margaret Garee and I attended a meeting in Shelby, Ohio, on&#13;
&#13;
closing Camp Wesley and Camp Zimmerman. Somebody used his power to do so.&#13;
&#13;
Now only because someone made a motion at the '96 Annual Conference to delay&#13;
&#13;
it and such meetings are to be held with 20 present plus the committee. This seemed&#13;
&#13;
a bit like locking the barn door after the horse runs away.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Coming home about 10 P. M. from Delaware in my van, after driving a bus,&#13;
&#13;
as I leaned over to change radio stations, I must have gone onto the berm. A&#13;
&#13;
highway patrol stopped me and asked if I had been drinking. That was on the west&#13;
&#13;
side of Alum Creek. This same night I hit and killed a deer 36/37 at the Bent&#13;
&#13;
Tree Country Club. It shattered the front end of the van, but thank heaven for&#13;
&#13;
Nationwide and Glenn Evans Insurance.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I have so many wonderful memories. My family were so loving and so full of&#13;
&#13;
support. As I may have said before when I would question Dad how he never gave &#13;
&#13;
up on me, he would just say we love and serve those we love. My parents were real&#13;
&#13;
parents. My 4 brothers, John, George, Robert and Rodney and my sister Verona,&#13;
&#13;
might have thought I had made a mess of my life but they never told me so.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
It is funny how many things that happened long ago keep returning. Each&#13;
&#13;
time I come across 521 and the I-71 bridge I remember how worried I was when&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
a Sunday afternoon they had ridden our 2 horses over to Edwards, (just this side of &#13;
&#13;
Kilbourne) for a Horse Show.  It began to get dark so we got into the truck and&#13;
&#13;
found the two girls on the west side of the bridge because the light of the freeway&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
When I went to pick up Mary at the Old Chillicothe Hospital and how she&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I remember Brother Rodney when he was in the second grade and I was in&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Playing in the band at Governor Davis' inauguration. It was very cold&#13;
&#13;
January day.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I remember our Sunday afternoons with family and friends. Especially the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Miller, Bea Tharp, Lockie Norman, Lillie Kempton, Emogene Bell and Etta Main,&#13;
&#13;
also Cecil Norman, and life goes on but we do miss their presence.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Our minister, Rev. Gene Taylor and his wife, Shirley, retired to their home&#13;
&#13;
at Dresden, Ohio, at the East Ohio Conference held at lakeside in June of 1997,&#13;
&#13;
after 5 years here.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Rev. Suzanne and David Hill are the new ministers. We wish for them and&#13;
&#13;
their family only good things in the future.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
In 1960 Mary and I started sending $15.00 a month to the Christian Childrens&#13;
&#13;
Fund for a little Indian Girl in New Mexico named "Pretty Paint". She sent us&#13;
&#13;
interesting letters about her home life and her school work. In 1968, when Helen&#13;
&#13;
Allen, Harold's mother Ruth, Harold and I went west we stopped and visited with&#13;
&#13;
the family. The father was tending sheep, the mother spinning wool, Pretty Paint was&#13;
&#13;
to watch her little brother. Her hair was dark and braided and her dress red and&#13;
&#13;
purple velvet and she was wearing blue tennis shoes. Harold took a picture of Helen&#13;
&#13;
Allen and me holding the baby with Pretty Paint. We sent money west she&#13;
&#13;
graduated from High School and got married. I am looking for that picture.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Brother Rodney's granddaughter, Kristy Main, the daughter of Mark and&#13;
&#13;
Linda Main, recently sent me a picture of Rodney and me taken with a Mrs.&#13;
&#13;
Carpenter, on our back porch steps at the house on Horseshoe Road. Mrs. &#13;
&#13;
Carpenter came to our home and took care of mother as a live-in.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
My brother John should be given lots of credit for helping us and encouraging&#13;
&#13;
us to get a  good education, along with mother and Dad. Every day I thank God for&#13;
&#13;
my family and loved ones.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
When we were at Dennis and Melodys, Harold took a picture of the four&#13;
&#13;
generations of women for me to send back to the church for the Mothers Day&#13;
&#13;
dinner.&#13;
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When we are in Florida we like to have Brittny spend the week-ends with us&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
one another and laid hack. In the north there are so many meetings to attend yard&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
grocery stores are near by in Bradenton.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We did have a lot of excitement when a man by the name of Larry Creech&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
I finished my painting of the Chambers Road bridge. I'm not going to enter&#13;
&#13;
it in the Art show at the park on Sunday, the 9th. Our Mary told me she was proud&#13;
&#13;
of my art work but that I probably never would be famous like Grand Ma Moses.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Ruth and Frank Fisher went with us to Ruskin to visit Arlie and Virginia&#13;
&#13;
Hammons. I had hope to stop at the Coffee Cup Restaurant where Mother and Dad&#13;
&#13;
and Verona liked to eat in the 70's but they convinced me that it had deteriorated&#13;
&#13;
and wasn't clean like it was earlier and so the best I got was a picture out the&#13;
&#13;
window as Harold drove by. I do have pictures of the Fishers picking lemons and&#13;
&#13;
oranges for us to take home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
We kept hearing that Etta was having problems with her health and we kept&#13;
&#13;
calling and sending her get well cards.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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Brother George's widow, Etta, died on the 15th of June. The Eastern Star&#13;
&#13;
Service and her funeral were difficult times. I would like to include the poem that&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
When I come to the end of this life of pain&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
I want no service in a gloom filled room&#13;
&#13;
Why weep and cry for my soul has been set free.&#13;
&#13;
Miss me a little bit but for not too long&#13;
&#13;
And not with your head bowed low.&#13;
&#13;
Remember the love and the good times we shared&#13;
&#13;
Miss me for just a little while, but let me go.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
It's all a part of the Master's plan&#13;
&#13;
A step on a journey and the long road home.&#13;
&#13;
When you stand by my grave for a last good-bye&#13;
&#13;
Release me, Miss me but let me go&#13;
&#13;
Weep if you must but I will know&#13;
&#13;
Life is for each one of us is for just a short while&#13;
&#13;
A friendship like ours should end with smile.&#13;
&#13;
When you are lonely  and sick at heart&#13;
&#13;
Go to those we all used to know, Miss me but let me go.&#13;
&#13;
And bury your sorrows for me in doing good deeds&#13;
&#13;
Miss me for a little while but let me go.&#13;
&#13;
The author is unknown&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I found this list of resolutions that is good for any year.&#13;
&#13;
1. Thou shall be happy&#13;
&#13;
2. Thou shall use thy talents to make others glad.&#13;
&#13;
3. Thou shall rise above defeat and trouble.&#13;
&#13;
4. Thou shall look upon each day as a new day.&#13;
&#13;
5. Thou shall always do thy best and leave the rest to God.&#13;
&#13;
6. Thou shall not waste thy time and energy in useless worry.&#13;
&#13;
7. Thou shall look only on the bright side of life.&#13;
&#13;
8. Thou shall not be afraid of tomorrow.&#13;
&#13;
9. Thou shall have a kind word and a kind deed for everyone,&#13;
&#13;
10. Thou shall say every morning, I am a child of God and nothing&#13;
&#13;
can hurt me.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As I mentioned earlier that 45 years ago I had attended West Ohio&#13;
&#13;
Conference with Rev. Rolfe Pool, pastor of our Cline Chapel Methodist Church&#13;
&#13;
where Mary was baptized on Mothers Day in 1952. There wasn't a dry eye in the&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
have been elected the Lay Delegate to the East Ohio Conference. Margaret Garee,&#13;
&#13;
a good friend, also a past lay  delegate to the Conference has attended with me the&#13;
&#13;
past several years and hopes to do so again at Lakeside in June of 1998.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
15th. I returned home for the Eastern Star service on Tuesday and for her funeral&#13;
&#13;
on Wednesday morning, June 18th, 1997.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the Fountain Inn Hotel, and were privileged to say goodbye as we left on Friday&#13;
&#13;
noon. He wished us well and asked us to continue to serve the United Methodist&#13;
&#13;
Church.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Gene and Shirley Taylor, meet and welcome the new pastors, the Rev. Suzanne and&#13;
&#13;
David Hill. We also got to see a former Galena minister, Rev. Kenneth Bibbee and&#13;
&#13;
his wife, Marie, who will be moving back from Mississippi to the Retirement Center&#13;
&#13;
at Copeland Oaks in September. We visited with the Rev. Francis and Ileen Norris&#13;
&#13;
also a minister at Galena.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Church traveled to Dresden to eat at Popeyes, have our picture taken in front of the&#13;
&#13;
World's Largest Longeberger Basket and spend the afternoon at Taylors beautiful&#13;
&#13;
secluded home.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As I was looking through my papers I found another poem that I wrote on&#13;
&#13;
July the 16th, 1984. It is titled "I Found God Today'&#13;
&#13;
I've shut and closed the door on yesterday,&#13;
&#13;
And I've even thrown away the keys.&#13;
&#13;
For tomorrow and what it may bring&#13;
&#13;
It has no fears or doubts for me.&#13;
&#13;
I found God today&#13;
&#13;
How can I have such perfect peace, you ask&#13;
&#13;
For now I trust my God to guide me&#13;
&#13;
And let His blessings on me rest&#13;
&#13;
For I know that God alone knows best.&#13;
&#13;
I found God today.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Harold sold our 1929 antique Ford. We have had it for about 25 years. He&#13;
&#13;
said it needed a lot of work to make it authentic.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
147 pounds. On the 16th bought her family a 92 Chevy van with a wheel chair lift. It&#13;
&#13;
is so customized that Brittny can get in and out of it by herself by just punching&#13;
&#13;
buttons.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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 &#13;
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&#13;
and got a little 4 month old Dalmatian-Beagle&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
call her "Precious Little Girl", after a puppy in &#13;
&#13;
the movie 101 Dalmatians, She is now 8 &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the back seat when we go to Florida this&#13;
&#13;
December. Precious seems to me to be a little &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
great-grandchildren I do.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
1997  a special year for the members.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As we sit at our kitchen table we can see 2 and 3 Humming Birds dive&#13;
&#13;
bombing each other to get to the feeder. It takes a refill every 2 days.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
As I have mentioned that I think that families are pretty wonderful. Growing&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
instilled in us the principles of doing for others for as Dad would say "You are to&#13;
&#13;
serve others and not to expect a reward" and to be a participating part of the&#13;
&#13;
organizations you belong to and to the church and to your community where you live.&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
or an ache or a pain, and lived to be 90 and 103.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
4 brothers and 1 sister.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
I may be repeating myself, but Mother and Dad had 7 children in the&#13;
&#13;
following order:&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
John, born January the 10th, married to Velma Dennis and they had 4&#13;
&#13;
children. They are Marsha, Debbie, Penny and John Jr.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
George was born on January the 6th, 1913, married to Etta Maxwell and they&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
own.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Robert was born on April the 9th, 1915 married Bergandine Sprague and&#13;
&#13;
they had 5 children. They are Robbie, Thomas, Linda, William and Theresa.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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Rodney was born on February the 22nd, 1917 married to Ruth Shertzer. They &#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Mary who lived in Palmetto, Florida.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Bobbie Miller, who was killed in an auto accident on October the 19th, 1959. Two&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
daughter Mary who gave her Dad a walnut plaque with an antique car on it and a&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
Next in the family is Melvin, married to Gladys Benson and they have 4&#13;
&#13;
children, Marilyn, Janice, Linda and David.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
Renee.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
A sister Patricia is married to Dick Quinn and they have no children.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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                    <text>[corresponds to page 89 in It Started with These Two]&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
Aunt Rosella was a school teacher.&#13;
&#13;
In a perfect world all children would be brought up in a loving family&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
that is what Harold and I have tried to provide for them.&#13;
&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
the way of Christian training, lack proper food, shelter, encouragement to learn and&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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&#13;
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