Monday, April 27, 2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
my obituary in progress.....(scrapped and updated April 3 2020)
Debra Lynn Axsom Dailey was born December 8 1964 at Wright Memorial Hospital, Trenton, MO. Deb was the oldest of 4 children and raised on dairy farms near Trenton, Modena, and Half Rock. She graduated from Princeton High School in 1983 and married Kevin Dailey September 28 1983 in Mercer MO. they raised their 3 little K's Koren, KJ, and Katie. Deb worked in fast food, home day care, long term care, and at Smithfield Hog Production for 25 years. Deb's best thing was her family. She also enjoyed Pepsi, reading Stephen King, and watching Bigfoot and ghost stuff. any day off work was a good day. Those were the best days of her life.
today Kevin & I were witnesses at a wedding. A private, top-secret, invite only wedding.
my father-in-law and a woman were married today a bit after noon at Princeton United Methodist Church, Princeton, MO by Rev. Sean Hammond. we had flowers, they gave us thank you cards with gift certificates to Kohl's and Cabela's, AND they took us out to lunch at Washington Street
Kevin also stood up with his father at his second wedding to Dixie.
You could be the best writer for your own final words.
Hometown Boy
by Duane Dailey
The Mirror
April 15, 2015
I read obituaries. The joke is as old as vaudeville: "I look at obituaries to see if my name is there."
I notice obits get more personal these days as ages of the subjects get younger. More accumulated fewer years than me.
The stories hit closer when more are people I know. People I expected to know forever just up and leave.
Often the obits bring news that makes me say: "I wish I had known that about him (her)."
I find surprises in people I kind of knew, but not well enough. And, then there are stories of people I never heard of but I wish I had known and sought their wisdom.
Then there are those furthur removed who I appreciated and felt I knew but never met.
For example, The New York Times reports the death of Ivan Doig, author. He's in that younger group at age 75.
I am awaiting his new book coming out. It's an autobiograghical novel: Last Bus To Wisdom.
It'll be a "riding into the sunset" story as Doig was a wonderful western writer who told of Montana. The first of his books that I read, This House of Sky: Landscapes of a Western Mind was written in 1979. Then I found he fit into a network of writers important to me: Wright Morris, Wallace Stegner, Wendell Berry and more in their galaxy.
I liked westerns by Zane Grey and Louis L'Amour. But, Doig was a notch above, with writing more profound.
He's quoted: "I came from the lariat proletariat, the working-class point of view." He preferred not to be called a regional writer.
"I don't think of myself as a 'Western writer," he put on his website. "To me, language-the substance on the page, that poetry under the prose-is the ultimate 'region' the true home, for a writer."
The obit reveals more. Doig started as a journalist before switching to books. In between, he earned a doctorate in American history. Not bad credentials for a writer.
A nugget: He wrote 16 books, but his only goal was to write 400 words a day. That indicates a lot of honing.
Now, back to obits. Every one should get their name in the paper a couple of times. When they were born and when they die. The first is a one-liner. The second should be a story of substance.
Here's what should happen. Everyone has a story. If a reporter doesn't come seeking you to write it, you should take that assignment.
Newspapers need good stories. Start writing.
Everyone has a book in 'em. It might be "how-to-cook book" which wouldn't be just recipes. Or, it could be "How to Care for a Cow." That would be about the caring, not the cow.
My daughter, who is a good planner, sent a book--a blank book--when I was laid up with a broken leg. It's for things to write before I die. One of them is an obituary.
A terrific idea, but it causes writer's block. However, I tell students that's no excuse. The cure for writer's block: "Put your butt in a chair in front of a keyboard (to word processor) and start typing." I know that works. It has all my writing life.
I have a new writing idea: When school supplies go on sale, buy a 39-cent spiral bound notebook. Use the Doig goal of writing 400 words a day. Fill it up, then buy another notebook. Your life story will be preserved.
The goal isn't lots of words, but to gather vital, fact-filled words. Feel free to add bit of poetry under that prose.
That's another column: Poetry. I'm not talking rhynmes but words that feel good on your tongue when read out loud. That's different.
Journalism deserves a future column as well.
Send prose to duanedailey7@gmail.com or 511 Worley, Columbia, MO 65203.
Friday, April 24, 2015
I Love Trains
by Mary Johnson 3/20/15-4/24/15
In the wee hours of the morning, I heard the rumble followed by the train's whistle clear as a bell off in the distance. These sounds always evoke memories of long ago. I lay awake thinking of the role trains have played in my life.
I vaguely remember, when I was a young child, our famly going to a train depot to pick up a gasoline operated, wringer washing machine. Our farm house just off Pea Ridge in Harrison County was beyond electrical power lines.
In March, 1951, three months before my eleventh birthday, we moved to a farm near Route A and Highway 65 and 4 1/2 miles north of Trenton in Grundy County. The Rock Island Railroad tracks ran smack dab through our farm, probably 1/8 mile from the house. Another 1/8 was a crossing, so we heard the warning whistle of each passing train.
By this time, Dad was farming with a tractor, however we still had two draft horses and a Shetland pony. The passing trains spooked the horses causing them to race to the far end of the pasture. My sister Freeda (9), my brother Bernard (6 1/2) and I were an exception. We were captivated! Oft times, we would count the number of cars, usually exceeding one hundred in the passing freight trains. If close enough, we would greet the train crews with waves. We were excited when the engineer in the massive locomotives and the conductors in the little, red cabooses waved back to us.
The passanger train was aptly named the Rocket. It's shiny, silver cars seemed to zip by. Sometimes, on nice summer evenings, Freeda and I stood in awe seeing the lighted dining cars with a waiter in a white jacket. My goal was to dine is such elegance one day.
Alongside the tracks grew many beautiful wildflowers and wild strawberries beckoning us to pick them. If a train wasn't approaching, we would walk on the rails. Gingerly placing one bare foot in front of the other and with arms outstretched for balance it was fun and challenging.
My first train trip was the summer I turned twelve when Freeda and Bernard accompanied me to Des Moines to visit Grandma Shafer. Mom packed sack lunches containing Hostess cupcakes for us. They had a creamy filling that neither Freeda or I was fond of, but Bernard loved them. He ate his and some of ours. This bad habit of making a pig of himself on something he especially liked often turned him against it for the remainder of his life.
In the middle 1950s, a freight train derailed a few miles north of Tindall. People from all around the community drove to the site. I recall that one of the twisted cars that had been hauling piccalilli left quite a mess.
(deb had to google this: like a pickle relish mix)
My seond and longest train trip was my senior class trip to Dallas, Texas in April 1958. We had been dedicated in our fundraising efforts to make this trip possible. Most of us had never been so far away from home, so our excitement escalated as we boarded the train.
Soon every other seat was turned around, so the passengers seated there were riding backwards. A party like atmosphere prevailed for several hours as we laughed, talked and shared snacks. A few hecklers traipsed up and down the aisles pestering anyone they caught dozing.
We had one splendid day in Dallas highlighted by Six Flags and a monorail ride, then all too soon a weary group was homeward bound.
After daybreak, an enthusiastic, black conductor pointed out jackrabbits as we chugged across the plains.
In barely two months, I was packing a suitcase along with Freeda and three girlfriends for a train trip to Chicago. Older sisters of two of the girls had extended invitations to us.On the day of our departure, the train was quite late. I don't recall the reason, however our wait was not boring. Our parents visited while a drunked woman (put off an earlier train for causing a disturbance) "entertained" us.
Every little bit she'd whine between trips to the rest room (where we suspected she nipped from a bottle in her purse), "That train didn't even have a place to go WEE WEE!" Her claims sent my little brother Roger and our little neighbor boy, Stephen, both 6 years old, into fits of giggles. I can still visualize these two tykes in their merriment.
Finally, we were on our way along with the tipsy woman. She must have fallen asleep right away, as we heard not a peep out of her.
While in Chicago, we saw mummies, took our first roller coaster ride, rode the el train and went to Lake Michigan. I learned the hard way that a bad sunburn is possible on an overcast day.
The trip honme was miserable as my every movement was aggravated by the train seats harsh upholstery.
Then, it was time for Freeda and me to fulfill our promises to care for our Great Grandma Boyd (94) in exchange for an advancement of funds allowing us to go to Chicago.
The summer passed quickly. When my siblings were in school, I decided to seek employment in Kansas City. Dad wanted Mom to accompany me and neighbor girl Phyllis and help us get settled into an apartment.
After we had boarded the train, stowed our suitcases in the overhead luggage rack and got seated, I looked out the window. Gazing up at us wtih a trembling lower lip was my beloved, little brother Roger. Needless to say, this departure was not easy for me.
Thank God for the trains! Nearly every Friday evening found me at Union Station boarding the train for Trenton. Home was where my heart was and I was always eager to return.
My train trips home decreased after I met the love of my life, Al Beck adn was married November 30, 1960.
Before the demise of the Rock Island, I visited my sister Freeda and her family twice in the Quad Cities.
Finally, during the summer of 2013, my hope to eat in a dining car becomae a reality. Palmer Senior Center offered a day trip to Columbia, Missouri that included a dinner train. Friends Bonnie, Roberta, and I quickly made reservations.
The train excursion took us one hour down the tracks and one hour back past scenic countryside while being servede a gourmet meal complete with elegant table settings on white tablecloths. As I've always known, food just tastes better when it brings people together.
This day was a long time in coming, but it's never too late to fulfill a dream.
A Bottle of Fragrence Went a Long Ways
for 4-16-2015 class, subject: SMELL
Only once have I had a bottle of Chanel No. 5. It was a gift from my first husband Al.
One day, when I was getting ready for work, the bottle slipped out of my hand, hit the bathroom sink and shattered. Stunned, I heard the prized liquid go gurgling down the drain. I hurriedly picked up the pieces of broken glass and left for work.
In the evening when I returned home, the house reeked of fragrance. I could literally taste it!
Pouring Clorox (bleach) down the drain and leaving the bathroom window open all night helped to rid the house of the potent fragrance.
Now, forty plus years later, I can laugh and proclaim, "My house once smelled like a French whorehouse!" Mary Johnson
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Grandma's Lilacs
Grandma Daisy had two large lilac bushes behind her old, weathered farmhouse. They were close enough together that the branches overhang formed a tunnel. This became a favorite oasis for me and my little sister and brother to play or daydream.
When the lilac bushes were in bloom, we got an extra bonus. The fragrance was OH SO heavenly.
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Bad Tasting Coffee
The former Waid's Restaurant near my home usually had good tasting coffee. But one time I recall when it wasn't.
Late one evening my ex husband and I, Richard ( a cook) and a few others were just sitting around visiting. A guy I'll call, "The Village Idiot" made the first intelligent remark I'd ever heard him make. After taking a big swig of his coffee, he spit and sputtered and muttered, "This coffee would sure make good carbureator cleaner!"
Unfortunately, I find that many restaurants serve coffee that smells bad and tastes even worse.
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The Subject Literally Stunk
I once won third place in an essay contest when I was a sophomore in high school in Trenton, Missouri. The subject matter was not one that was near and dear to my heart. It was a class assignment. The subject literally stunk!
At the time, Trenton did not have a sewage disposal plant and desperately needed one. When one drove along old highway 65, near the bowling alley they were wise to roll up their car windows when nearing what the locals called "SHIT CREEK."
I was happy with my small monetary prize. And Trenton residents were even happier to get a sewage disposal plant.
Mary Johnson
Believe it or not, I was once skinny.
My weight loss was triggered by my husband Al's labored breathing and two heartbeats later no sound or pulse and the shock, numbness and grief that followed.
Five months after, I took my first plane trip at Eastertime in 1974. Soaring high above the clouds with thoughts of spending a week with family in California was exhilarating.
One day, Mom and Dad took me to the boardwalk at Santa Cruz-Never have I laughed so hard as when Mom and I stood before the funhouse mirrors there. The mirrors distorted our images making us look as wide as we were tall, causing us to double over, hold our stomachs and laugh until tears streamed down our cheeks. When our hilarity subsided a bit, we made a mad dash for the rest room.
There are so many good memories around this trip. Indeed, laughter is the best medicine. I still laugh just remembering.
Mary (Beck) Johnson
letters from aunt mary
4-18-2015 I don't anticipate ever getting my stories made into a book, as they are 8"x11" and the majority of them are not typed. A breakfast was served this morning by the Independence mayor and others for city's volunteers. They showed pictures on a big screen and there were two of me from the Vaile. They gave each of us an umbrella, of course with Indep. on it. I have been wondering if your mom ever hears how the restoration of a historic home near Crowder Park is going. I think it's called Thompson House. I think it's one that Mom told me that she, dad, & Roger had happened onto it was between Brimson and Edinburg as I recall her telling me. In the 2011 Alumni News is a picture of your Aunt Kay and a Charlene Brown. I hadn't known there were 2.4-9-15 Aunt Dona wrote that Karen Kay (Uncle Jr.s daug.) said that her brother Steven is getting out of prison (17 yrs. for rape of an underage girl.) It sems like Sherrie Ashley had said this girl was a step-daughter. She sent memorial on Dona Lynn's husband. He was an award winning pro musician in Iowa and Texas, could play any stringed instrument.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
A few more fish pictures. Pic one: Fish caught in the Dragoon River near Carbondale, KS. Pic two: l-r Jesse Doze Jared Doze, Kent Doze, his dad Dick Doze, David Doze and Dustin Doze. Fish caught near Arkansas City, KS. Pic three: Little Kent with his step-grandmother Ruth Doze and his mother Naomi Doze-taken at Parsons, KS. Can you imagine fishing barefoot and in a dress? Probably taken around 1940.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
yeah, thanks, Timehop, for reminding me how my husband found out my grandmother had passed on, and then called me at work to tell me.....
from the same cousin's son who told facebook that Aunt Kay had passed away....
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Keeping it real... This is my couch this morning. Logan's socks and shoes are where he dropped them last night. The cat toys are out from Spot's wild rumpus last night. The slip cover is dirty and sagging. There are crumbs from who knows what on the floor. And the pillows and throw are from my nap until 2 am (Max was helping do wiring for our church's addition and I waited for him to get home to go to my real bed).
from my sister Lisa's fb page....I love the keepin' it real theme....some of my fave pics from the past have the backgrounds in them....and they tell a story all their own...the clunky tvs....the wallpaper...shag rugs....toys everywhere....outdoor shots that showcase the traffic or the neighbor's house...
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
an Easter photo.....
posted on facebook by Diane Rilling Cook With Denise Rilling Dukellis and Debbi Bronder.
While my sister's are rolling their eyes at the photographer for interrupting them, I just continue on eating my candy or, possibly I'm eating the grass.
Crossed Over. Miss Martha Jane Dowell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J.D. Dowell, was born in Harrison county, Missouri October 12, 1860 and died July 29, 1920 aged 59 years, 7 months, and 17 days. She went away to be with her Lord, whom she loved and had served for 48 years.
aunt minerva collection. related?
At the age of twelve years she was caring for the smaller children at home while her mother and father were attending church services. She gave her heart to Christ, though she often said her conversion was not without a struggle, yet it was the first time she was ever convicted of being a sinner. If all mankind could say this, we would have a heaven here on earth.
She united with the old Blue Ridge Baptist Church, afterward moving her membership to the Bethel Church, of which she was a member until she died.
During all these years her faith in the Lord never failed her. She has been a constant stay and help to the rest of her family. A willing and loving helper to friends and relatives who needed her care and comfort through sickness or death. She has lived such a devoted christian life that her influence will never die and when the Death Angel knocked she was ready and willing to go; glad to meet those gone on before.
She was born, raised, and died on the old home place in Fox Creek township, Harrison county, Mo. She leaves to mourn her departure, two sisters, Mrs. Mary Neuman, Mrs. M.E. Myers, both of Gilman City, Mo., and three brothers, D.C. Dowell of Mt. Moriah, and G.W. Dowell, with whom she made her home,and Rev. J.T. Dowell of Touchet, Washington.
The father, mother, and three brothers have gone on before to that better home, watching for her coming. She leaves a host of relatives and friends but we weep not as those that have no hope."We miss thee from our home, dear,
We miss three from thy place,
A shadow o'er our life is cast;
We miss the sunshine of thy face."We miss thy kind and willing hand,
Thy fond and earnest care,
Our home is dark without thee,
We miss thee everywhere."
The funeral services were held by the writer at the Christian Union church, attended by a large body of sympathizing friends who loved the dear sister because of her sweet christian life. Sister Alice Nighthart sang so sweetly, "The Upper Garden." Tenderly we laid her away until the resurrection morn. P.F. MEEK
Card of Thanks
We desire to express our thanks to the many friends and neighbors for their kindness and sympathy during the long sickness and death of our sister. We would have you knokw, friends, that we appreciate all you did.
MARY S. NEUMAN
D.C. DOWELL
>M.E. MYERS
G.W. DOWELL
REV. J.T. DOWELL
Edward Bailey Dies at 93; County Home 18 Years.
aunt minerva collection, is he related, family friend?
Edward M. Bailey, the polite, bewhiskered, little old man at the county home, who was a close student of the Bible, died there Sunday. He was 93, and had lived at the county home since 1932, after coming here from Melbourne.
Mr. Bailey was born at Boston, Mass., and his relatives live there.
The Rev. Claud Foose officiated at funeral services yesterday afternoon at the Mission Church, and burial was at the county farm cemetery.-Republican Clipper.
Obituary Charles Clifford Shoemaker, son of George and Olive Shoemaker, who lived in the Southwestern part of Harrison County, MO., was born Oct. 25, 1872 and departed this life at his home near Bethany, Mo., Feb. 29, 1944, at the age of 71 years,(can't read) months, and 5 days.
aunt minerva collection. is he related? deb
He was married to Sarah E. Hann. Jan. 13, 1897. To this union was born eight children, Eva Romig, Bethany; Merl Taylor, Gilman City; Everett, Bethany; Jesse Lee, Easton, Mo., Earl and Earnest of San Diego, California; one daughter Eva Foster died in 1929.
He was converted and joined the Christian Union Church in 1897 by the Rev. P.F. Meek. He was faithful to his Maker & said he was ready to go. He was stricken with Paralysis more than one and one-half years ago, then later suffered two more strokes. He bore his suffering with great patience and was tenderly cared for by his loving companion who cared for him until the end.
He leaves to mourn his departure besides his loving companion, 6 children, 4 grandchildren, Robert Vern Shoemaker, Lois Elaine and Ver May Shoemaker and Evelyn Jean Taylor. He also leaves one brother, Bert of Gallatin, Mo., who was at his bedside at the time of his death. One brother, Pearl and three sisters have preceded him in death. He also leaves many nieces and Nephews.He bade no one a last farewell,
He said goodbye to none,
His loving heart had ceased to beat,
And before we knew it he was gone.
His cheerful smile and kindly ways
We pleasantly recall;
He had a kind word for everyone
And died beloved, by all.
Funeral services were conducted at the Christian Union Church, Thursday March 2, by the Rev. W.A. Pollock. Three hymns, Beautiful Isle of Somewhere, , Abide with Me, and Sweet By and By were sung by Mrs. Ralph Fordyce, Mrs. Clarence Parker, Mrs. Lloyd Hendren and Mrs. Don Selby. Mrs. Forest Fordyce was accompanist.
Flower bearers were: Mrs. Roy Courter, Mrs. Sammie Lewis, Mrs. Earl Hann, Mrs. Homer Hann, Blanche, Alta, and Kathaleen Shoemaker, and granddaughters, Lois Elaine, Vera May Shoemaker, and Evelyn Jean Taylor.
Pall bearers were: Johnnie Looman, Charles Vance, Jess Holcomb, Ben Romig, Anderson Foster, and Jake Taylor.
Ada M. Fulkerson
aunt minerva collection
Ada Margaret Fulkerson, 68, Higginsville, Mo., died May 21, 1992, at Trinity Lutheran Hospital. Services will be at 10 a.m. Saturday at St Mary's Catholic Church, Higginsville; burail in St Mary's Cemetery, Higginsville. Friends may call from 7 to 8:30 p.m. today at the Hoefer Chapel, Higginsville, where the rosary will be said at 8 p.m. The family suggests contributions to the pulmonary care unit at Trinity Lutheran Hospital. Mrs. Fulkerson was born in Trenton, Mo., and moved to Higginsville in 1952. She was a teachers' aide at the Higginsville Habilitation Center for 15 years, retiring in 1986. She was a member of the church and its Altar Society. She was a member of the United Church Women, Higginsville. She formerly was a Meals on Wheels volunteer, a Girl Scout Leader, and a Cub Scout den mother. She was a volunteer for the commodities and food distribution network in Higginsville. Survivors include two sons, Henry Fulkerson, Oak Park, Ill., and David Fulkerson, Shawnee; three daughters, Lynn Kendall, Evansville, Ind., Leah Bassin, Leawood, and Martha Huffman, New Martinsville, W.Va., and nine grandchildren.
Mildred Fulkerson Dies In Nebraska
aunt minerva collection.
Mrs. Mildred C. Fulkerson, 93, of Omaha, Neb., formerly of Trenton, died early this morning in the Immanuel Hospital at Omaha.
The body is being brought to the Blackmore-Whitaker Funeral Home, where funeral arrangements are pending.
Survivors include three daughters, Mrs Ray Site of Long Beach, Califl, Mrs Arch Peery of Trenton, and Mrs C.W. Elledge of Carter Lake, Iowa; 15 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren.
Services Set for Mildred Fulkerson
aunt Minerva collection. don't know if related, or friend of the family? deb
Funeral services for Mrs. Mildred C. Fulkerson, 93, who died early Wednesday morning in a hospital at Omaha, Neb., will be conducted at 1 p.m. Saturday from the Memorial Chapel of the Blackmore-Whitaker Funeral Home. The Rev. Ocie Griffith Jr., pastor of the Trenton First Christian Church, will officiate. Burial will be in the Edinburg IOOF Cemetery.
The casket will be closed at the beginning of the service and will not be reopened.
There is no family visitation scheduled at the funeral home.
Mrs. Fulkerson was born in Grundy County on Nov. 3, 1883, the daughter of Patrick Henry and Addie Sires Criswell. On July 15, 1907, she was married to Ira T. Fulkerson. He died Jan. 23, 1954.
Mrs. Fulkerson is survived by three daughters, Mrs. Wilma Sites of Long Beach, Calif., Mrs. Addalene Elledge of Carter Lake, Iowa, and Mrs. Willa Peery of Trenton; 11 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren. Glen Hamilton of Trenton is a brother-in-law.
is Addie Sire Criswell the family connection??? deb
Willa Carolyn Peery
from the aunt minerva collection. (are the Fulkersons related or were they lifelong friends of the family? hmmm.....deb)
Mrs. Willa Carolyn Peery died at 6:10 p.m. Thursday, July 14, 1994, at the home of her son in Huntsville, Ala.
The body was cremated.
A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. Tuesday at the First Christian Church in Trenton.
Mrs. Peery was the daughter of Mr and Mrs Ira Fulkerson of Jamesport. She was a retired teacher, having taught in the Trenton public schools for 20 years. Her husband, Arch Peery, preceded her in death.
Mrs. Peery was a member of the First Christian Church, the DAR, the Business and Professional Women's Club, the garden club, the Democratic Women's Club and the hospital auxiliary.
Survivors include one daughter and son-in-law, Mary Nell and Grant Nevitt of Enid, Okla; one son and daughter-in-law, John and Sondra Peery of Huntsville; two sisters, Addalena Elledge and Wilma Sites; six grandchildren, Lillian Peery, Anthony Peery, David Peery, Stanley Nevitt, Nancy Silva, and Carolyn Schultz; five great-grand children; and one great-great-grandchild. Virginia Peery Whitworth and Marie Fulkerson are sisters-in-law.
In lieu of flowers, contributions have been suggested to the First Christian Church in memory of Mrs. Peery.
great grandma Marie sent this to KJ....
Hi K.J. This is the check that I wrote on Melvin Hass' account. Joe bought this truck for me he said "To haul my stuff home from sales I attended.". Love, grandma Marie Dailey Hass.
we bought this truck for KJ when he was in college.
it cost $14,000.00.
letters from my Aunt Mary....
Aunt Mary is a wealth of genealogy information. she writes stories of her memories and childhood. she sprinkles info from other family members she corresponds with in her letters. and she shares her rather interesting observations on life. She loves shopping at thrift stores, senior citizen adn church activities, meeting friends for coffee and pie, writing classes, and volunteering at The Vaile Mansion.
2-19-2015 Fred went into Dollar General in Chillicothe a week ago and Brenda was working there and recognized him. went to two thrift stores....found 3 heavy, crystal clear flowers (look like an Easter lily) with clear glass stems for a total of $5.00. The Vaile theme in 2016 will be crystal. I love when I find something pretty and unique and especially when at a reasonable price!!! The senior center has yoga lessons in a chair or standing by one and my Humana Ins. pays for it. II'm enjoying going. A few days ago when the temp.reached 33 degrees and there were a few bare patches of yard in the snow, I saw several robins in my backyard. Some were lifting dry leaves with their beaks. I also saw some joniquil shoots near the south side of my house. You probably heard that Dona Lynn's husband Ron died Dec. 22 3 months to the day she died. Aunt Dona washed her phone in the laundry. A cousin couldn't reach her, was quite concerned, had the police go check on her. One of my helpers at Vaile was knocked down by a pickup truck backing up to a dock at Cargo Largo. her elbow/arm broken in 3 places, had to have surgery. a pelvis hairline fracture that will heal on its own, many bruises. she thinks it will be 5-6 weeks before she can drive. She's the one who makes the pretty bows on the wreaths.
3-30-2015 Today would have been Roger's 63rd birthday. I'll always remember him as a young man who looked like Beaver Cleaver into his early teens and later (at least to me) like Tom Selleck. Way back before Al died, I had two impacted wisdom teeth surgically removed. Two writing classes have been enjoyable. We' ll have four more. The teacher gave us an assignment for this week. We're to write about the most unusual sound we've heard during the week. First off, I heard a woman singing karaoke, off key. I wrote that she was definitely overstepping her amateur bounds. Then, I did a second short account of hearing spring peepers along the ditch down behind my house making a joyful noise. I rejoice in the sound that I doubt many city dwellers have the pleasure in hearing. Now, which one to read aloud will be the question! For the story for the overall class length, I'm writing about trains. tracks going through the farm, trips I've taken. & the role they've played in my life. I would've gone bonkers without the trains allowing me to go home most weekends for many months after I began working in K.C. I've written: "Home was where my heart was and I was always eager to return." The annual tea party held at the Vaile was deemed a success. I helped in the gift shop. I dressed up, old fashioned look with a big brim hat. I think it's fun to dress up. One of the guys in tux who played a butler took my picture by a fireplace. He's the one who put pictures on FACEBOOK last Christmas. I helped in the gift shop prior also and the buyer treated me to a lovely tea party on 3/21 at the Blue Springs Historical Society. I took fresh flowers from my yard adn magnolias from a vacant house next door for the two gift shop rooms. On 3/22 I learned that the disabled veteran's thrift store has one color price tag for only 50 cents every Sunday. The color changes every week. I got 12 new looking books and the gift shop buyer bought 11 of them and a friend bought one. (Huckleberry Finn which I thought Fred might like.) yesterday p.m. I visited a friend in a nursing home and took her a solid chocolate Easter rabbit and some chewing gum. My pen pal in Mass. age 79 died on Dec. 12. one of her sisters sent me a copy of her obit and a computer printed, color picture. Aunt Dona's last letter on 2/20 told me about her niece Laura Marie, died of cancer. She was the daughter of George and Marjorie Phillips. The niece and Dona Lynn were close in age. I read a very good book, "RAINWATER" last week by Sandra Brown for book review at the library. I bet your mom would enjoy it.
from Parade Magazine. homemade tarts. preheat oven to 400. beat 1 large egg in a bowl. unroll 2 sheets of refrigerated pie dough and cut out 3-4" heart shapes using cookie cutters. arrange half the hearts on parchment paper lined baking sheet. topwith about 1 1/2 T. filling leaving clean border all around. generously moisten edges of remaining hearts with beaten egg. use your fingers or pastry brush. and align 1` heart on top of each heart on baking sheet, pressing very firmly all around edges to seal filling inside, crimp with a fork. Brush tops with more beaten egg. bake until golden brown and slightly puffed, 18-20 minutes. let cool on a rack, then dip in vanilla glaze and immediately decorate with sprinkles, sanding sugar or nonpareils. VANILLA GLAZE: whisk 1 c. confectioners sugar, 2 T milk, 1 t. vanilla until smooth. tint if desired with a few drops of food coloring. FILLINGS: cream cheese and raspberry jam, marmalade & a drizzle of maple syrup, thinly sliced banana & condensed milk, cherry jam & nutella. Mom made vanilla glaze and sometimes added peanut butter.
3-18-2015 A creative writing class: I am considering writing about trains. I love trains!!! Home was where my heart was, so thank God we still had trains between Trenton & K.C., Mo when I came to the city to work. I always longed to eat in the dining car when I 'd see the Rock Island Rocket's lighted dining car passing through our farm. It looked so elegant. All of my trips were late evening or nighttime. Finally in 2013 a day trip was planned for Columbia, Mo from Independence Senior Center where we rode 2 hours on a dinner train. I'm thinking of this for my closing: This day was a long time coming, but it's never too late to fulfill a dream. I've helped in the gift shop a portion of 2 days, getting ready for the March 28th tea party. One day, I tagged many scarves pushing the price tags string through openings in lace nearly drove me bonkers! very tedious! I did sit in a chair while doing this project. Virginia & Curtis are babysitting Sutton (2 1/2) their great this week. do you remember hearing about your dad eating Hostess HiHos on the train to visit Grm. Shafer? (deb: no.) I've been watching American Idol and there has been some good talent.
Friday, April 3, 2015
DeAnna Pederson
b. 15 April 1951 m. 1 May 1976 John Phillipe. children: 1.Adam Maxwell b. 17 April 19812. Stephen Mathew b. 10 May 19863. Jay Michael b. 10 May 19864. Mark Gregory b. 10 May 1986. (triplets).
Mark Pederson
b. 3 aug 1948 m. 10 March 1983 Margaret Gertrude Kershaw. daughter Nora born 5 Nov 1984.
Michael Pederson
b. 16 Feb 1943 m. 1 June 1976 to Edith Issa Abela de Castaneda-Mexico City, Mexico.children: Ingrid Issa Marie b. 26 Feb 1982Edith b. 14 Oct 1983Michael William Barton Toft b. 8 Dec 1992.
Lorene Freeda Utterback
b. 12 Feb 1917 m. Harold Pederson 30 May 1939. Harold and Lorene were the parents of:MichaelMarkDeAnna
Lois Marjorie Utterback
b. 3 July 1912 m. 29 July 1942 Victor Beal. Victor d. 22 May 1980. one stepson Victor Jr.
Vernon Utterback
b. 13 June 1903 m. Marsha Ingraham. Marsha died June 1980. Vernon d. 7 July 1994. Stepchildren only.
Harmon M. Utterback
b. 5 Jan 1902 married Gladys Owen. 9 Oct 1941. Harmon & Gladys were the parents of a daughter Karen b. 21 March 1952 m. 22 May 1976. divorced.
Janet Mae Brown
b. 14 May 1945 m. 1 June 1963 (correct date is 2 June 1963) to Charles Bernard Axsom (should be Bernard Charles Axsom) b. 17 June 1944. Janet & Bernard are the parents of:1. Debra Lynn b. 7 Dec 1965 (correct date 8 Dec 1964) m. 28 Sept 1983 to Kevin Fred Dailey b. 28 Feb 1965. Debra and Kevin are the parents of: a. Koren Marie b. 8 Oct 1985 (married to Cody Boyd Wills 19 Sept 2009, son Ian Boyd Wills b. 2 Dec 2013). b. Karl Joseph b. 9 March 1992c. (daughter Katie Scarlett Dailey b. 2 Nov 1998)2.Lisa Ann b. 17 Nov 1967 m. 4 June 1994 to Thomas Hieber Butler . (sons Maxwell Oran & Logan Aaron)3. Brenda Kay b. 28 March 1969 mother of Rachelle Kay Crabb, Sarah Ranae Crabb, David Seth Crabb, and Brent Jason Maverick Crabb. d.John Ross b. 9 Sept 1980
Sharon Kay Brown
b. 17 Sept 1943. m. 20 Aug 1961 to Bob Crawford b. 27 April 1927. Sharon Kay & Bob are the parents of:1. Terresa Robin b. 23 July 1963 m. 8 Dec 1990 to Bobby Shalz. (they have 2 children: Jace Patrick and Alexis.) 2. Christopher Paul b. 17 Oct 1965 m. 11 Nov 1989 to Robin Lynette Parcel. Christopher and Robin are the parents of Ashley Nicole b. 3 Nov 1991. (and a daughter Tara Kayann.)3. Joseph Shawn b. 20 July 1969. (married to Karlen, stepdaughter Emily, stepson Grant.)
Charlene Ann Brown
b. 21 Dec 1941. m. 1 Jan 1961 to Larry Keith Little (deceased). they were the parents of Sheila Grace Little b. 3 Nov 1968 m. 25 March 1989 to Kerry Allen Dauma b. 31 Aug 1967.
Sheila & Kerry are the parents of Kenton Allen Dauma b. 25 April 1991.
(this is an old document, Sheila & Kerry had another son, Steven. Kenton also has a son, Kaedyn. deb)
James Maxwell, continued.
from aunt minerva collection.)
{recapping from lost blog entry....see previous post for full info on John Henry}James C. and Minerva Minerva Creswell Maxwell were the parents of: 1. John Henry b. 1 Oct 1869 2. Cynthia Alice b. 12 June 1870 d. 7 June 18733. Thomas Witten b. 7 June 1873 (on the same date his sister Cynthia died...I wonder if she was ill, there was an epidemic, she had an accident? this has always made me wonder.) m. 15 April 1900 d. 14 March 1959. married Gilly Mae Higdon b. 4 Oct 1883 d. 16 May 1961. Thomas & Gilly were the parents of: a. Mildred Evie b. 7 April 1902 d. 1 Jan. 1948. had polio at an early age. Traveled in wheelchair. Never married.b. James Phillip b. 8 Nov 1904 m. 24 Dec 1924 Alma Arney. d. 11 Feb 1980. Alma b. 29 Aug 1 1907 d. 13 Nov 1977. James and Alma were the parents of: --- Jasper Lloyd b. 18 June 1925 m. March 1966 to Gladys Bessenbacker. no children. one step-son. --- Clyde Elwood b. 20 Oct 1928. m. Doris Ellis 2 March 1933. Doris died 9 March 1976. He later married Lucille Perryman and divorced. on 28 June 1982 he married Margie Chambers. they were the parents of: ... Ruth Maxine b. 29 July 1952 m. 20 March 1971 Joseph (this is crossed out and Frank written above it.) Mattivi. m. Jose Navarro 19 Oct. 1981. Three children: ------- . Joseph Mattivi b. 16 Sept. ------ Jammie Mattivi b. 1 May 1973 ----- Jennifer Mattivi b. 30 June .... James Richard Maxwell b. 25 April 1954 m.16 June 19789 Judy Hendricks. they have one son, James Michael b. 10 Aug 1984.
...Sharon Sue b. 4 Nov 1955 m. 17 Oct 1978 Bob Sanger (Stanger). m. 4 July 1981 Jim Roller. m. 5 Dec 1992 Rick Gardner. c. Eugene Higdon Maxwell b. 25 Jan 1907 d. Oct 1910 d. Joseph Henry Maxwell b. 16 July 1919 d. 3 Oct 1910, Eugene and Joseph died during a diptheria epidemic. e. Leland Albert Maxwell b. 17 Dec 1911 m. 7 May 1940 Eva Jane Brown d. 10 June 1994. Leland and Eva were the parents of: ....Eva b. 19 July 1941 stillborn......twins Marsha Jane & Mary b. 26 April 1942. Mary died at birth. Marsha Jane m. 24 Dec 1966 to Emmit G. Williams b. 24 Oct 1942. Emmit and Marsha Jane are the parents of: --------Erica Rae b. 19 Dec 1979---------Erin Ann b. 24 Oct 1981f. John Leonard Maxwell b. 6 April 1914 m. 4 March 1949 Thelma Moffitt. Thelma d. 3 Aug 1977. m. 1 Feb 1978 Oleta Odem. two Moffitt stepsons, Odem stepson and stepdaughter. g. Leona Grace b. 21 Sept 1916 m. 22 July 1939 to Vermal Brown. they are the parents of:...Charlene Ann b. 21 Dec 1941....Sharon Kay b. 17 Sept 1943...Janet Mae b. 14 May 1945 h. Minerva Alice b. 10 Oct 1921 ,/ 9 August 1945 Albuquerque, New Mexico to Lawrence Dale Brown b. 29 Aug 1922 died 17 Sept 1987. they were the parents of 1. Glen Dale b. 13 Dec 14949 stillborn. 2. Lawrence Gale b. 19 June 1952 d. 26 Oct 1994 killed in an accident at his work place. 4. Mary Emily Maxwell b. 29 Sept 1876 m. 17 March 1901 to Barton Utterback b. 22 Oct 1820 d. 2 April 1961. Mary Emily d. 5 April 1963. Mary Emily Maxwell and Barton Utterback were the parents of: 1. Harmon M.2.infant daughter3.Ellen Marie Utterback4. Vernon 5. Colleen May6. Lois Majorie 7. Roberta Florence 8. Lorene Freeda information submitted by Minerva Maxwell Brown, daughter of Thomas Witten and Gilly Mae Higdon Maxwell. Detailed information of the Missouri Maxwells may be found in the Brimson History Book published 1985-6 placed in Tazewell Public Library.
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