Sunday, February 25, 2018

found this checking email...something I should be doing at least monthly if not weekly or daily....

I just found 3 grave postings for the same Vermal Brown. #9779021  was added November 2004   #88348088 and #88348094 – both were add by you in 2012   I hope that they will all be combined.  
hadn't been on find-a-grave since I did dad's memorial. so, found out I also had 3 for Uncle Dean. combined info and deleted down to one account for each. added more pics to dad's.
so, I told her it was fixed. and asked if she was related, telling her Vermal was my grandpa.
On Mon, 26 Feb 2018 07:39:50 -0500 wrote: > Vermal was married to Leona Grace Maxwell. She is a 4th >cousin once removed. I think that makes us 5th cousins >once removed. My great-grandmother was Hannah E. Brown >daughter of Jesse Brown & Louann Bennett. I never found >any link to Vermal Brown. Alas there sure are a lot of >Browns! > > Thanks for the note! > > Deanna Maxwell Kwasny

a letter from Aunt Mary 8-2016.

Stacia's husband Reed is a disabled vet. they had 3 boys at this writing...Noah, Riley, and Carson and a baby on the way.

I just finished reading Annie Wilder's Spirits Out of Time

and found these wonderful family quotes....
"To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were...We remember family feuds and secrets; family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.". Clara Ortega
"Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories, we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time.". Jeanette Winterson
There will never be another generation of people quite like my grandparents and great-grandparents. Thankfully, it is likely that none of us will have to endure the kinds of heartbreaking losses and hardships they endured.
just today I was posting that picture of Evie that I found. her parents had their oldest struck with polio, and the next 2 die from diptheria in the same week. The odds were likely back then that all your children wouldn't reach school age, let alone adulthood. childbirth was scary. disease unchecked. you may give birth to those children, and pray on your deathbed that your husband found someone good to take your place and raise those babies. and your substitute and her substitute might do the same. the families that crossed the prairies looking for a better life. the families who sent their loved ones off to war. the men who went looking for gold. no social security. no medicaid. no insurance. no welfare. no WIC or commodities. you had to get thru the best way you could. the only backup system was family or good neighbors. it's amazing any of us are here. farm accidents. my great grandma Shafer was widowed, her husband was a tenant farmer on a yearly lease. she had to leave. how could she do it by herself? she sent 3 boys off to war. only 2 came back.
I loved this book. her writing style. her belief system. that her entire extended family believed and respected each others beliefs. so, of course I ordered her first book.....

#polaroidpicture #greatauntminerva #brimson

this one isn't labeled. but I know this is Great Aunt Minerva. and I know where it is. the basement of the house Aunt Minerva and Uncle Dale built on the Maxwell family farm near Brimson. I'm guessing at one of her first weekend in June family reunions. I would guess the lady in the corner in the dress is Aunt Kay or my mom. they were school teachers in the city, and farmers on the weekend. they built the house in their spare time, living in the basement when it was done, then finishing the house. there was a full kitchen and huge bathroom downstairs, a living room and maybe a bedroom....I think it was all just one big space, though. it opened out onto the back patio. the upstairs had a dining room, kitchen, bathroom, enclosed bedrooms, dining room...with a fabulous view out the back over the farm.

#polaroidpicture #catcreek — in Brimson, Missouri.

all the pics I'm posting today are from the Aunt Minerva collection, a tiny stack got left here by the computer, ages ago, I am sure, and I just got around to it. I am so very busy, you know...

#grandmaandgrandpamaxwell #50thweddinganniversary #april151950

#greatunclejohn #greatauntminerva #1999 #siblings


there are so many stories about Evie. she contracted polio when she was age 7. her father drove her in horse and wagon 18 mile round trip to Bethany twice a week (I believe) for therapy and care, but she never walked again. the neighborhood took up a conscription to buy her a wheelchair. she was 'mother' to the younger children, could make beds with a broomstick, and many other helpful things. she was cheerful and just carried on. when Grandma Grace had Aunt Chardy, Aunt Kay, and my mom, Evie was there to help. she gave the girls rides on her wheelchair. She passed away at my Grandparents house.
I love the backgrounds of these old pictures. tells you so much about daily life. it's obviously Christmas, see the tiny tree? the wallpaper. the linoleum. the corner curio cabinet. stuff stacked on that lower shelf. is that a stove on the edge of picture? I wish I knew where she was. whose house? what town? what is the picture on the wall? a picture tells a thousand words, but not necessarily the words you want. she was a beautiful woman. Is this the same chair that was in Grandma's basement?

#johnutterback diedjune1920

Please write on the back of pictures! Who is this adorable tot? #rexstudio #trentonmissouri

Cathy Stephens.

Steve Stephens.

Einar Backstrom.

Johnnie 1884 - 1953 (married Daisy Boyd) (not sure I tagged the right one & my guess is the other gentleman is James Axsom that married Daisy's sister, Cora)

Daisy Boyd Axsom.

With Roy Rilling, Daisy Boyd Axsom, Marvin Axsom and Anna Axsom Rilling.

With Debbi Bronder, Roy Rilling, David Rilling, Denise Rilling Dukellis and Barbara Rilling.

Barrett Cafe

Daisy Boyd Axsom

Daisy Olive (Boyd) Axsom (1891), Johnnie Turner Axsom (1884), Noma Viola Axsom (1911), Anna Elizabeth Axsom (1910), Nona May Axsom (1908). ca. 1912 or 1913

Johnnie Turner Axsom & Daisy Olive Axsom

Anna Axsom Rilling.

Susie Elliott Boyd.

Kenneth and James, 2 of John Axsom 's boys.

John & Ellen Axsom with their 3 Boys. James, Kenneth & Jeffery

Della Germaine (Grandma Boyd's sister)

Up close shot of Molly Mullins (Grandma Boyd's sister - left) and Great Great Grandma Boyd on the right.

Tami Cubillas: From Roy: This lady is Molly Mullins, better known as Aunt Molly, by everyone. There was a door between Grandma's kitchen and her living/bedroom, also both had a door to the covered front porch. We children liked to go over to see her as she would visit with us. (Dad wasn't pleased with some of her questions and our openness to answer---he said she was nosy.) I can picture her, long yellow fingernails, yellow gray hair, a wide gold wedding band, her false teeth clacked and sometimes whistled when she talked, round gold rimmed glasses, a hearing aid with a twisted cord that ran from her upper apron pocket where the battery pack was, always a long sleeved dress maybe a foot above her ankles, always long stockings, black laced shoes with a stocky maybe two inch heel, many times a smock, always sitting in her rocking chair and usually rocking. When we were at Grandma's , we were supposed to sit quietly, and there was so much time when only the ticking of the wind-up clock broke the silence. Grandma toyed with her hearing aid a lot and it would squeal, when she turned it too loud. She had a horsehair stuffed sofa, a Murphy bed, her bed, a stove, her dresser, a small table in front of one window, and I think some kind of bookcase in her front room. We always referred to the living room as the front room in homes. Both she and Aunt Molly had two rooms and a pantry room. today we would call it a duplex. Grandma would sit in her small low armless sewing rocker with her hands folded, sometimes twiddling her thumbs, the chair lightly squeaking as she rocked. She wore her hair tightly combed back into a bun. Aunt Molly had thicker hair, and made it puff more, also into a bun. I loved watching these two ladies as well as Grandma Daisy brush their long tresses. They would stand leaning over and brush their hair over the front , finally gathering it together into a bun. I remember Grandma Daisy making a braid which she twisted into a bun on the top of her head. Her hair was pretty, as the dark and light gray striped together. She had beautiful eyes, although they always looked sad. My grandmas had gray hair as long as I can remember, and their aprons could wipe tears from our eyes, wrap around us to warm us, clean a dirty face, a snotty nose, brush off a skinned knee, carry eggs, baby chicks, garden produce, a clean apron could quickly hide a soiled dress when unexpected visitors arrived, carry jars,or produce from the cellar, be pulled up around one's shoulders as a shawl, carry a baby when taking food or drink to a hungry husband in the field, ward off mosquitoes when pulling it up to cover arms and etc. Eve should have had one in the garden, the uses are endless,and we rarely see them used anymore.

William Anthony Avril, Catherine Ann Avril Stephens and Viola Noma Axsom Avril. Ca. 1952/1953.

Viola Noma Axsom Avril. Ca. 1945 to 1950.

John and Daisey Axsom with Nona, Vi, and Anna, and Alfred

John and Daisey Axsom with Nona, Vi, and Anna, and Alfred

Axsom Family Group

Cathy Lynn Axsom Crawford My memories of grandma Daisy are what inspire me to be the best grand mother to my grand daughter. It was almost 60 years ago when I was on her farm, getting to milk cows, exploring cornfields, bringing in fresh eggs, etc. She stayed with us often and we went to San Jose to visit Alfred and Pauline many times. Sweet memories.
Sherrie Johnson: I miss your grandfather and grandmother. They where good people. Really miss her chicken noodle soup. 😂
Diane Rilling Cook: That's a great memory I have of Aunt Pauline, her chicken noodle soup. Also, the card games they taught us, including "crap on your neighbor"
John Axsom: Bernard was the hardest working guy I ever knew.
John and Daisey Axsom with Nona, Vi, and Anna, and Alfred

I knew my Grandpa Alfred through Grandma's letters, and family stories.

I know he was at Uncle Al's funeral and at a family reunion when Koren was young. I probably saw him at other times. he was a farmer. a hard worker. he loved Grandma with everything he had. when he met her, she was too young. so he watched her grow up, and when she got really ill at age 15, he took her to dr. with appendicitis. they told her to go home and go to bed. (sound medical advice there, eh?) when she needed surgery, her mother didn't have a car. her father was dead. Grandpa took her to the hospital, paid for the surgery, and they were married soon after when she turned 16 or 17.
there are stories of Grandpa having episodes where he feared for his family's safety. he'd barricade them in the house and sit guard with a loaded gun. it was terrifying for the kids and Grandma. stories of too much drinking on sale barn days. but we all have our faults. we're all human. he worked hard. hand milking cows. farming with horses. providing for his family in the days of no insurance, no credit cards or welfare. they didn't even have electricity till they moved to his parents farm outside Trenton. at Cainsville, they had to ride horses or take a wagon or walk to get to where the car was in bad weather, the roads were clay. life was hard. and it was all on his shoulders.
Aunt Mary let me read one of Grandma's diaries. she wrote a daily account of her everyday life, which was fascinating to me. another place, another time. household chores. what they ate. walking to so and so's. what they listened to on the radio. helping do this at so and so's. they lived close to a lot of family. there are the dates she went on with Grandpa. the movies he took her to. evidently, they had movies in Cainsville. they'd go to Pleasanton IA for the 4th of July.
and mom has a lot of pictures of Grandma & Grandpa in their early married life, raising their family. they did a good job. My dad was a wonderful dad and grandpa. not a perfect one, mind you. but good enough for me.
left to right: Grandma Pauline, her mom Great Grandma Amanda, my dad, Aunt Mary, Grandpa Alfred, Aunt Freeda.
Grandpa Alfred with two of his work horses.

I knew my Grandma Pauline mostly through her letters.

she was an avid letter writer. hand written. she corresponded with everyone. she wrote chatty letters. what they'd done, what they'd ate, who stopped by, whose birthday it was, family news. usually there was a reference to someone who died and how many years it had been since they died and how old they would be now. she'd lost a lot of loved ones. her parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, her own son.
she flew to Missouri a few times to visit. I remember a picture of us by the back porch, Grandma is wearing shorts and has rollers in her hair. she took us on long walks. we'd pick flowers, she'd sing us songs she sung to our dad and his sisters when they were kids. she told stories. she had jokes. puns, really. she didn't curse. she would send us packages for Christmas, bags of those big round mints. the huge peppermint sticks. tangerines from the tree in their backyard in San Jose. little things she'd picked up at garage sales. for our birthdays, we got our own box. just stuff she thought we'd like. she sent these boxes to Koren, as well.
when I was pregnant with Koren, Grandma Pauline made me a ton of flannel diapers, all hemmed, and mailed them to me. she was here to visit not long before Koren was born. I used those diapers for Koren and KJ and even had a few left for burp rags for Katie. Grandma died when KJ was a baby. she never officially met him, but I had borrowed a camcorder and made videos and sent to them.
Aunt Mary has told me many stories about her mom. she remembers Grandma & Aunt Betty drooping their hair over one eye like a movie star...Veronica Lake, maybe? how she made these elaborate western shirts for Dad when he was young. the day dad came home on the bus with a bunch of boys for his 'birthday party' that no one knew anything about. so Grandma threw together a supper and a cake and they had a party, like it was planned all along. how when Great Grandpa Johnny was in the cancer hospital again, they had called family in, and Grandma was holding cloth diapers out the window to dry as they drove.
Pauline Axsom taken at carnival at Leon, IA July 5 1948. wasn't she beautiful? she had 3 kids at this time...

I loved my Grandma Grace. she could do no wrong.

she worked back when moms traditionally stayed home. but she had to work. she only worked when her youngest child started school, and she only worked while they were at school. her and Grandpa only had 1 vehicle for years. they both worked in town. sometimes she'd walk uptown to the Mattingly's store. once, my mom was young. like 5 or so. mom walked uptown by herself and put her name in the drawing for the giant bride doll at the Mattingly's store. she was ineligible as an employee's child, but she won. and they gave it to her. Grandma had to wear dresses and skirts to work for years, that was the dress code. up on ladders stocking shelves, etc.
Mattingly's turned into Matco's and she was out at Eastgate Shopping Center. I remember visiting her at work, and she was always crawling up or down a ladder stocking something. she would give us kids elaborate chocolate easter eggs with sugary decorations , hollow inside, personalized with our names. we had all holidays at Grandma & Grandpa's...the 4th. Easter. Thanksgiving. Christmas.
Grandma had a huge beautiful flower bed bedside the house and the big white cellar door. I loved that cellar. there was a bed down there, all made up. she told me who the bed belonged to. I don't remember. and there was the coolest root cellar down there.
Matco's did a bib overalls promotion, and all the employees had their pic taken in their denim bibs. Grandma rolled hers up to her knees and wore them mushroom hunting. she was adorable. she used to have Mildred and Claudia over and they'd do their hair. they'd roll it up then sit under their bonnet dryers. and they'd have their friends over to play cards and games.
Grandma took care of Grandpa at the end, kept him home like he requested, and she said that after he died, he never left the house. she talked to him. he gave her advice. got onto her for moving the bed. When Grandma went to the nursing home, her house went on the market. someone else lives there now. I hope Grandpa is ok with that. I wish Grandma could've died there, too, but nothing saying she couldn't of found her way back from Sunnyview to that little house she loved with all her heart.
Grandma baked and cooked. she sewed and crocheted. she quilted. she made clothing. she did puzzles. she didn't seem to know how to just sit and do nothing. she read until her eyes got too bad. she had that huge garden and she canned. I especially remember the horticulture beans. and her chili sauce. Grandpa built a huge cabinet that covered one entire wall of the side porch, and that was where she stored her butter bowls and lids. she would send you out to the cabinet to get butter bowls and lids after every family dinner, and you took home your weight in leftovers. she made candy. I loved the buckeyes. and chocolate meringue pie. and apple dumplings. Aunt Kay always brought peanut brittle. and Aunt Chardy & Shelia had million calorie cakes.
I'm pretty sure Grandma helped mom make my dance uniform. the team bought the fabric and patterns and we made them ourselves. she also made the shorts outfit I tried out for majorette team in. (didn't make it. sad day. I longed for a velvet shorts outfit, a tiara, and white tap boots with blue tassels. just not meant to be, I guess. not even with some lessons.) she made the dance hall girl dress I wore in that melodrama. she never used pins to hold the pattern to the fabric. she laid the fabric out on the big dining table mom has now, laid the pattern over top, then laid table knives on pattern to hold it down, and just cut it out.
Grandma collected plates. there were rows of them on her dining room walls. she took them down routinely, washed them, put them back up. they meant so much to her. I took a few from the sale. it made me sad that no one wanted them. the dining room windowsill was lined with Avon car decanters. I have the old radio mom remembers Grandpa buying brand new when she was young. and Katie has their little desk. It is now yellow and the chair has an upholstered cushion.
Grandma would say "on it, on it" while she was talking. she called the couch a "divan" and pizza "pissa". she had this way of just looking at your with those pretty eyes of hers. she knew bullshit. but she wouldn't always call it. she just let you know that she knew.
I'm pretty sure that Grandma & Grandpa were the first ones to arrive at our wedding, right after us. Grandpa took a Polaroid of us before we got dressed in our wedding clothes. Grandpa came to all us grandkids graduations and weddings. he came to birthday parties for both Koren & KJ. but he didn't live long enough to see them graduate or marry or have babies.
Grandma's mom Gilly died when her first great grandchild was on the way. Grandma knew she'd die when her first grandchild was due, as well. but she didn't. She got to watch Koren grow up, graduate, and came to her wedding reception. (they got married in Colorado, then had a reception here.) She got to watch KJ graduate from high school. but she didn't get to meet any great great grandbabies, either. not here on earth, anyway.
my grandkids won't remember my culinary skills. or my spectacularly clean house. I hope they remember how much I loved them. how proud I am of them. and the neighbors chickens and trips to the zoo and dinosaurs and Bunny Foo Foo and Bigfoot.

I woke up thinking about my grandparents today....

Grandpa Vermal was a character. he loved family. he would greet you (and tell you goodbye) with a bear hug and a kiss right on the mouth. he took great pride in his Polaroid pictures. he loved games. he loved fireworks. he was a water skier and bowler. he was pretty much a competitive lawnmower. he loved helping my dad on the farm. he and Grandma took so much pride in their little house. there were religious paint by number pictures Grandpa had done framed on the walls. they enclosed the front porch and made it into a little room. he moved Grandma's washer and dryer and canning stove upstairs when he built a room onto the back of the dining room and side of kitchen. he also dabbled in woodworking and ring making. you always woke there to the sound of KTTN radio in the kitchen. and you went to sleep listening to Grandma & Grandpa's quiet voices.
Grandpa had a hard life. his mother left his father and she took his baby brother and sister. his dad sent him, his twin sister VermaDean, and his older sister to live with his brother Frank. Uncle Frank & Aunt Mae had 2 children of their own, they took them in. Grandpa only went to school thru 4th grade, then quit to work on the farm. he ran away and hitchhiked to Lamoni to find his mother in his teens.
Grandma & Grandpa both worked their entire lives until retirement. they bowled in leagues. they had a speed boat, Grandma drove, Grandpa water skied. they had a camper and would go to Grand Lake of the Cherokees every summer. Mom remembers a long car trip to California. they posed mom and her sisters by the state signs. (I think this is awesome. I've posed my own kids...mainly Miss Katie. we rarely got out of state when Koren & KJ were still home.) They took me with them to camp at the Old Threshers Reunion in high school. Grandma had little curtains in the camper, and pots and pans and real dishes. she cooked right there. full meals. and did dishes.
Grandpa would always tell you you made a better door than a window if you got between him and the tv. He loved St Joe wrestling and Bulldog Bob Brown. he also was a Royals fan. and professional bowling. there was a tv bowling tour or something. there was always RC cola in the fridge, bottom shelf. and ""I'm gonna stomp a mudhole in you, DebberWebber." what I'd give to hear that again! He had a knee replacement, and a stroke. then cancer. and heart troubles. he was in a wheelchair, then bedridden, home with hospice. he didn't want heroic measures. He seemed happy with his hospital bed in the picture window, overlooking Grandma's beautiful flower garden and the neighborhood.
I had a dream about Grandpa after he passed. I was in the Old West. like 1880s. and I take a seat at the bar. he's on the next bar stool and turns to me, tips his hat. And he says something about "I'm not dead, by ad there, I'm here." and he was healthy and happy and full of life. he had that great big shit eating grin back.
the big thing now is, Grandpa had a saying he sprinkled freely into his speech. it could be used as a curse word, or an exclamation, or just a filler while he thought of what to say next. it was either by ad there or by God there. I remember by ad there, Kevin remembers by God there. no one can agree. makes for some pretty lively conversations.
Grandpa and his twin sister VermaDean
back of photo inscribed "Feb. 15, 1953" I know Great Grandpa Tom Maxwell is second from left, Grandpa Vermal Brown in middle, and Great Grandma Gilly Maxwell 3rd from left. Grandpa had magnificent hair. like Elvis.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Marie Dailey Hass

Life Legacy
Marie Shroyer Dailey Hass
PRINCETON, MO: Marie Shroyer Daily Hass, 98, Princeton, MO (formerly of Mercer, MO) passed away Sunday, February 18, 2018 at a Princeton, MO nursing home.
Marie was a mother, housewife, farmer, auction clerk, teacher, librarian, cattle breeder, pie baker, quilter and last survivor of nine children.
She was born at home November 17, 1919 in rural Mercer, MO the daughter of Virgil Wayne and Jessie (Toot) Shroyer. They soon moved to town for the kids to go to school.
Marie dropped out of school to marry Howard K. Dailey of Lineville, Iowa. They started housekeeping and family in South Lineville, Missouri.
After three years, they bought a farm east of Mercer in the Cleopatra community. She lived on that farm until her three children graduated. She then moved to Princeton, MO to finish her high school education and went on to graduate from Trenton Junior College, now North Central Missouri College. She went on to receive a degree in education from Northwest Missouri College, Maryville.
After Howard died, she became librarian at the Lineville School. A dancer, she met and married Joe Hass, a farmer of Princeton. Then they moved to a farm near Mercer.
She continued to operate Dailey Acres Farm with her youngest son, Elijah D. Dailey.
Marie was a farm manager and farm hand when her husband was in ill health. She also worked with him in clerking area farm sales, including Thompson Farm of Spickard when it was given to the University of Missouri, Columbia. In her so-called retirement she became a prolific and prize winning quilter. She gave every grandchild and beyond a handmade graduation or birth quilt. Her quilts raised funds at auction for the Mercer United Methodist Church.
A major accomplishment was teaching a love of reading to her offspring. In the days before television, she read books and stories aloud beside the wood stove in the farmhouse living room. This was before REA electricity. She sat under the gas Aladdin reading lamp.
Marie’s aim was to live to be 100, as did several of her aunts in the Toot family, but the flu intervened.
She was preceded in death by her parents; 2 husbands, Howard Dailey and Joe Hass; and 8 brothers and sisters, Wauneta Shroyer, Wesley Shroyer, Eva Alley, Vera Dunbar, Ruth Austin, Margaret Logan, Wayne Shroyer and Betty Daily.
Marie is survived by her children, Fred Duane Dailey, Columbia, MO, Deanna Kay Schreffler, Des Moines, IA, Elijah D. Dailey, Mercer, MO; 8 grandchildren; 14 great grandchildren; and seven great-great grandchildren.
Marie has been cremated under the direction of Roberson Funeral Home, Princeton, MO.
A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date. She will be inurned beside her first husband and the Fred Dailey in-laws in Evergreen Cemetery, Lineville, IA. Memorials may be made to the F.D. Dailey Student Endowment and/or Mercer United Methodist Church in care of Roberson Funeral Home, P.O. Box 316, Princeton, MO 64673. Online condolences may be left at

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Madge Axsom Valese

Aunt Mary writes that Uncle Marvin's daughter Cathy Lynn wrote her that Madge Axsom Valese died January 16 2018, believed to be age 93. (did not find online obit searching by Madge Axsom Valese.) She was a daughter of Cora & Jay Axsom (Cora was my great grandma Daisy's sister, and Jay was my great grandpa Johnnie's brother....sisters married brothers. )and a sister of Maxine Axsom Bradbury. (in side note: Maxine and Cora were both known for talking 100m.p.h.)