I've been reading through Mom's calendar for 1981. A few special days stood out.
Saturday, June 27, 1981
Windy this morning -cloudy- Vern and Roger Wright
unloaded bales into machine shed-
I cleaned house- Tom & Margie came about 2:30
we all went to Humboldt to Dave & Jenny's wedding
Home @1:15 a.m.
I remember this as a beautiful wedding.
As far as Roger Wright goes, I have no idea who this is. There are other Wrights, not related, who live around the area. Maybe he is from one of these families. (FYI: Yep, I found out he is the son of a neighbor. Still no relation.)
Friday, July 3, 1981
Short & Betty down in a.m. for coffee.
Rained all day Vern and Scott went to
Scranton in p.m. Betty and I went to
Carroll for groceries. Tom, Margie, and Kelley
Came about 7:30 p.m. Left about 10 p.m.
They went to Joe Augustus funeral. (She means we had gone earlier in the day.)
What a sad event. Joe was my husband's first cousin. He was the victim of a car accident and was only 27 years old. It might have been the first funeral I ever attended of a young man in his 20's. In attendance were many, many young adults. It was just so sad.
When I picked up the 1967 calendar, I found an entry I enjoyed. It is written in true Mary style.
Saturday, May 27, 1967
went to Ames for Margie's graduation
picnic at Ledges in afternoon
started raining in evening
Yep, there she is again writing with such enthusiasm . After all, I was only the first person on either side of my family to go to college and earn a Bachelor's Degree. Ho, Hum.
Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts
Monday, November 9, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Friday's Feature- Doris Tolsdorf
I had been hanging around my mother-in-law since I was fifteen. She wasn't my mother-in-law yet just my boyfriend's mom. She went out of her way to be welcoming to me. When I was younger, I was a very picky eater. At Easter when she fixed the traditional ham dinner, she would fry me a hamburger. Now really, that was above and beyond. When I was in high school and my snow covered black dyed shoes, bled onto her new carpet, she didn't show any concern. It did come out, but I felt horrible.
Her funeral was attended by children and grandchildren from Iowa, California, Missouri, Arkansas, Illinois, Florida, Colorado, Arizona and Massachusetts. The church was full. She lived for 97 years within 10 miles of where she was born. Her memory was sharp and she was considered the unofficial town historian. One grandson shared his memories of Grandma which all the grandkids had experienced. The shared memories among those cousins-the grandchildren of Doris- are a treasure they will always cherish.
Earlier this year, one of Doris' sons-in-law, suggested she do some autobiographical writing. As we have been going through her remaining belongings, we came across a couple of notebooks. She didn't write much, but what wonderful insight those early memories give us about her life.
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February 16, 2015
The first day I remember was a sunny day in September when Mrs. Bryant and Huldah Ott came driving a horse and big buggy up our lane. Of course at the time I didn't realize they were coming to help my mom give birth to my brother, Edward.
I was from May to September past three years old.
Also on this day, I had an infection called "ringworm" on my elbow & Huldah said the best way to cure it was to paint it with iodine! It really stung so I went down to the horse tank & stuck my elbow in the water. It was cool & made it feel better. Don't know what the adults thought about that- they were busy elsewhere!!
It was probably the next summer I remember a day Mom's cousin from Des Moines came to visit & she had a daughter, Vivian. We had the baby outside in a big wooden buggy & we had to keep the hood up because if he knew Vivian was pushing the buggy he would fuss. So I had to look as if I were pushing it.
Don't know if some of these memories are in sequence but I was pretty young. I loved to "help" Dad take care of the horses. In the evening Dad would sit in a rocking chair. I'd crawl up on his lap & we'd sing. "K K Katie", "The Old Mill Stream", "My Old Kentucky Home" etc.
We practically went to one or the other Grandparents on Sunday. Grandpa & Grandma Augustus lived in Scranton by the time I remember them & Grandpa and Grandma Reeder lived on a farm south of Jefferson. Sometimes in summer we would drive over to Spring Lake and go swimming. We spent several 4th of July there but I also remember one or two in Scranton with parades, band, speaker & dances.
Then I remember my 1st day of school.
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Well, readers, you will have to find out about that first day of school in another post.
Her funeral was attended by children and grandchildren from Iowa, California, Missouri, Arkansas, Illinois, Florida, Colorado, Arizona and Massachusetts. The church was full. She lived for 97 years within 10 miles of where she was born. Her memory was sharp and she was considered the unofficial town historian. One grandson shared his memories of Grandma which all the grandkids had experienced. The shared memories among those cousins-the grandchildren of Doris- are a treasure they will always cherish.
Earlier this year, one of Doris' sons-in-law, suggested she do some autobiographical writing. As we have been going through her remaining belongings, we came across a couple of notebooks. She didn't write much, but what wonderful insight those early memories give us about her life.
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February 16, 2015
The first day I remember was a sunny day in September when Mrs. Bryant and Huldah Ott came driving a horse and big buggy up our lane. Of course at the time I didn't realize they were coming to help my mom give birth to my brother, Edward.
I was from May to September past three years old.
Also on this day, I had an infection called "ringworm" on my elbow & Huldah said the best way to cure it was to paint it with iodine! It really stung so I went down to the horse tank & stuck my elbow in the water. It was cool & made it feel better. Don't know what the adults thought about that- they were busy elsewhere!!
It was probably the next summer I remember a day Mom's cousin from Des Moines came to visit & she had a daughter, Vivian. We had the baby outside in a big wooden buggy & we had to keep the hood up because if he knew Vivian was pushing the buggy he would fuss. So I had to look as if I were pushing it.
Don't know if some of these memories are in sequence but I was pretty young. I loved to "help" Dad take care of the horses. In the evening Dad would sit in a rocking chair. I'd crawl up on his lap & we'd sing. "K K Katie", "The Old Mill Stream", "My Old Kentucky Home" etc.
We practically went to one or the other Grandparents on Sunday. Grandpa & Grandma Augustus lived in Scranton by the time I remember them & Grandpa and Grandma Reeder lived on a farm south of Jefferson. Sometimes in summer we would drive over to Spring Lake and go swimming. We spent several 4th of July there but I also remember one or two in Scranton with parades, band, speaker & dances.
Then I remember my 1st day of school.
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Well, readers, you will have to find out about that first day of school in another post.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sarah 1902-1904
As I said at the beginning of this series of posts, I want to tell the story of my 3rd great grandmother Sarah Jane Swartzell Withrow. She lived long enough to hold her great great granddaughter for a five generation photo. (See photo in Photo Album section) She out lived her husband by 20 years and 6 of her 7 children as I mentioned before.
January 29, 1902, Joseph A. Withrow Sr. died at the age of 71. His only son followed two years later.
Obituary
"Died at his home near Scranton, January 29, at 3:15 a.m. Joseph A. Withrow Sr. he was born in 1831 in Butler county, Ohio. Married to Sarah Swartzell, of Montgomery county, Ohio, Jan. 11th, 1853. To this union was born seven children, six girls, and one boy. Four of the girls died before the death of their father. The boy, two sisters, and the wife and mother remain to mourn his departure." The obituary continues but the microfilm was bent so I can only guess at the middle section. It tells the number of grandchildren and great grandchildren ( one of whom was my grandmother, Nina). The obituary continues, " Mr. Withrow and his family moved to Iowa in 1866. He died believing in Christ. The last expressions of his faith were: ' he may... in the evening or at midnight, or...cock crowing'. His last words were, ' I am going home to mother.'
" Mr. Withrow was an old settler in this vicinity. He had a large circle of friends. His funeral was conducted at his late home by Rev. R.M Bailey, after which his remains were laid to rest in the Scranton cemetery."
I found it interesting that the title of this obituary was "Obituary". Most obituaries I have found have a title of some description. For example, the title of Grandma Ginevra Withrow Vorhies is "Mrs. J.M. Vorhies Passes to Reward" and that of Grandpa Hiram Smith is "Passing of Good Citizen".
In my mom's scraps of old papers, I found a note written by Joseph A. Withrow Jr. It is on a small piece of paper and reads like this. (all spelling is his)
Joseph A. Withrow Sr.
Was born in Jan. 28th
Married in Jan. 11th
Died in Jan. 29th
Burried in Jan. 31st
Was my father
Joseph A Withrow Jr.
And then two years pass......
A Young Man Dies
" Mr. Joseph Withrow a young man 29 years of age died at his home three miles southwest of Scranton on Friday morning May 6, 1904, after a protracted illness with that most dreaded disease consumption. His funeral was held from his late home on Sunday, May 8, conducted by Rev. C.J. Stark, after which his remains were laid to rest in the Scranton cemetery. He leaves to mourn an aged mother and two sisters. His father and four sisters having gone on before. He leaves boast of friends who will miss him."
I realize that last sentence is strange, but it is how the obit reads.
January 29, 1902, Joseph A. Withrow Sr. died at the age of 71. His only son followed two years later.
Obituary
"Died at his home near Scranton, January 29, at 3:15 a.m. Joseph A. Withrow Sr. he was born in 1831 in Butler county, Ohio. Married to Sarah Swartzell, of Montgomery county, Ohio, Jan. 11th, 1853. To this union was born seven children, six girls, and one boy. Four of the girls died before the death of their father. The boy, two sisters, and the wife and mother remain to mourn his departure." The obituary continues but the microfilm was bent so I can only guess at the middle section. It tells the number of grandchildren and great grandchildren ( one of whom was my grandmother, Nina). The obituary continues, " Mr. Withrow and his family moved to Iowa in 1866. He died believing in Christ. The last expressions of his faith were: ' he may... in the evening or at midnight, or...cock crowing'. His last words were, ' I am going home to mother.'
" Mr. Withrow was an old settler in this vicinity. He had a large circle of friends. His funeral was conducted at his late home by Rev. R.M Bailey, after which his remains were laid to rest in the Scranton cemetery."
I found it interesting that the title of this obituary was "Obituary". Most obituaries I have found have a title of some description. For example, the title of Grandma Ginevra Withrow Vorhies is "Mrs. J.M. Vorhies Passes to Reward" and that of Grandpa Hiram Smith is "Passing of Good Citizen".
In my mom's scraps of old papers, I found a note written by Joseph A. Withrow Jr. It is on a small piece of paper and reads like this. (all spelling is his)
Joseph A. Withrow Sr.
Was born in Jan. 28th
Married in Jan. 11th
Died in Jan. 29th
Burried in Jan. 31st
Was my father
Joseph A Withrow Jr.
I feel the sadness in this note.
And then two years pass......
A Young Man Dies
" Mr. Joseph Withrow a young man 29 years of age died at his home three miles southwest of Scranton on Friday morning May 6, 1904, after a protracted illness with that most dreaded disease consumption. His funeral was held from his late home on Sunday, May 8, conducted by Rev. C.J. Stark, after which his remains were laid to rest in the Scranton cemetery. He leaves to mourn an aged mother and two sisters. His father and four sisters having gone on before. He leaves boast of friends who will miss him."
I realize that last sentence is strange, but it is how the obit reads.
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