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Picture from Our Own Country, by James Cox, published St. Louis, MO, 1894.</h4>
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Picture and quote from Our Own Country, by James Cox, St. Louis, MO, published 1894, pages 12 - 14.</h4>
"While in the Dakota region acquaintance will be made with members of the Indian police force of the government. Our camera has secured excellent portraits of some of these "preservers of the peace," and incidentally has enabled the subscriber to "Our Own Country" to see side by side Indians in various grades of civilization. In the illustration on page 12 there are in the foreground two remnants of the fading race" who are clothed and in their right minds, with a costume resembling in every detail that worn by the white settler and citizen. In the center of the group "Red Shirt" and "Bear Eagle" are depicted in a garb which is somewhat of a compromise between the traditional blanket and more conventional clothing. A great difference will be observed in the way in which the hair is cut and combed. The most difficult task of the teacher consists in convincing the Indian of the comfort and cleanliness of the modern style of cutting the hair, and it is a discouraging fact that of the thousands of Indian children who pass through training schools, but a few hundred can resist the temptation of letting their locks grow in tangled dirtiness after their return to their tribes."<br />
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After a car ride adventure, we arrived at Grandma's gate. We knew that freshly baked cherry, peach and apple pies were waiting for us. Dad stopped the car at the end of the lane by the rural farm delivery mail box, and got out of the car. He walked over to the big wooden gate, and unhooked a metal latch that caused the gate to lurch to one side. He pulled at the latch again, and the gate started to swing open. He pushed it to the side of the lane, and came back to the car. He put the car in drive and drove forward over a wooden bridge that crossed a brook. The brook emptied into a small pond that was near the front gate. Dad put the car back in park, and opened the car door and got out. He went back across the bridge to the wooden gate. He swung the wooden gate back and forth until a metal bar on the end fit in the latch. He refastened and locked the gate. Mother, Barbara and I sat quietly and watched. We could hear the water in the brook moving over the rocks below.<br />
We weren't there yet, we still had to travel the sandy gravel lane around the corner, and up the hill to the white farm house on the hill. It was dark and Dad drove the car slowly and carefully keeping it in the two deep groves in the lane. As we drove around the bend I could just make out Grandma's fenced in garden in the darkness below us. The garden had tall corn stalks, tomato plants heavy with fruit, and pink flowers and white daisies.<br />
As we got closer I could see the twinkling lights of white farm house on grassy hill. We knew from past visits that there was a barn down another lane at the bottom of the hill. Dad parked the car in the grass in front of the house. We could see Grandma behind the lace curtains looking out the window. A big collie dog came running and barking up to the car. We waited until the barking stopped, and then we could see by the slow waving of his tail that he was happy to have us as his company. Grandma came out the front door and she and Mama hugged.<br />
"Get your bags and come on inside." Grandma said. "How was the drive?"<br />
"Not bad, but we had some traffic around Indianapolis." Said Mama.<br />
"I am so glad to see you! It's been awhile." Said Grandma.<br />
We didn't get there very often. Mama used to say, "I went away to Michigan one summer to get away, and after I graduated from high school I moved away."<br />
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"What can I get you? Cherry? or Peach?" Grandmother whispered not to wake, Grandpa, who was sleeping on the couch in the other room. <br />
"I want peach," I said, "Do you have ice cream?"<br />
"No, now you don't need ice cream," Mama said, "You had peppermint sherbet at Howard Johnson's, and you shouldn't have pie this late."<br />
"I'll cut them little pieces," Grandmother said reassuringly. <br />
"Don't spoil the girls, or they'll not want to come back home," Mama giggled. <br />
Mama finally gave in, and Grandma dished my up peach pie with vanilla ice cream. I took the plate along with a glass of sweet tea and headed toward the front porch swing. Tiptoeing past Grandpa, who was on the couch sleeping, a tin bowl of apples cores and peels resting on the floor by his feet. I pulled the latch on the screen door gently trying not to make any noise as to wake him as he snored. <br />
The screen door pushed away, the hinges made a creaking noise that seemed in tune with the katydids singing in the yard. Grandma's broom was leaned up in the corner away from the door beside the dust pan, just as she had left it when she swept the porch earlier in the day. The porch swing was wide enough for three people, but usually only two sat down together, side by side if you wanted to cuddle up, and wide enough if you wanted to swing. Red, white and deep blue flowers bloomed in clay pots, a red humming bird feeder hung from a hook, and musical wind chimes tinkled in the breeze. After the long car ride down the two lane highway, the front porch and pie were our welcome reward. <br />
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The sun started to set behind the pink clouds in the western sky. We sat on the porch swing, eating pie and drinking tea. Grandma and Mama must have finished their pie in the kitchen. Mama opened the screen porch.<br />
"Come on in, Grandma wants to get your bed ready. I am tired."<br />
"Put your plates in the kitchen by the sink, get your suitcases, and don't wake Grandpa." <br />
"When did you all get here?" said Grandpa. <br />
"Not too long ago." said Mama. <br />
"You were really sound asleep. The dog barking didn't wake you up?" asked Grandma. <br />
"Well, I'll be, you girls have really grown! Come here." said Grandpa as he kicked the apple bowl back under the couch where it belonged. <br />
Barbara ran to him, jumped up and threw her arms around him causing his wire frame glasses to fly off his face.<br />
"Hi, Gramps." she said. "What have you been up to?" he asked, glancing over at me as he straightened the glasses on his face. <br />
"They are getting ready for bed now, you'll have to talk to them in the morning." <br />
Mama said as she rushed out of the room, looking back to see if we were doing what we were told to do, and following along. <br />
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Grandma was headed down the dark wooden hallway toward the end bedroom that contained a twin size oak bed and a roll-away. Barbara ran into the room and jumped on the oak bed. <br />
"I get this one!" she shouted. <br />
"But Mom," I whined, "I'm older than her."<br />
"Oh, be quiet, maybe you can take turns, and one sleep in one bed one night and the other the next." said Mama.<br />
Grandma just shrugged her shoulders as she struggled to unlatch the side bars of the roll-away bed.<br />
"Isn't this bed comfortable?" asked Grandma. <br />
"It's o.k." I said, not wanting to hurt Grandma feelings, but still miffed that Barbara would stake her claim to the best bed in the room. <br />
"She's so spoiled, I hope 'that' bed has bed bugs." I whispered to myself.<br />
"What did you say?" asked Mama. <br />
"I didn't say anything." I said innocently.<br />
"You can put your suitcases on the sewing cabinet, and hang your clothes in the closet." said Grandma. She opened a door in the room that had a mirror on it. The room had three doors, baskets of clothes, an ironing board with an iron on it, and an old treadle sewing machine. <br />
"Let me open a window for some air, these windows have screens to keep the bugs out." A big horse fly was buzzing around the room, and bumping the ceiling light. <br />
"Now I'll keep a light on for you girls in the hallway, in case you need to get up during the night." Grandma shouted back as she left the room. <br />
"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked Mama. <br />
"On the pull out couch in the living room." Mama said, "Now go to the bathroom and get ready for bed, before Grandpa gets in the bathroom."<br />
"Why do I always have to sleep on the roll away?" I asked. <br />
"Oh, be quiet, and go to sleep. It won't hurt you to sleep there one night." She said.<br />
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Grandma didn't need to come in the room in the morning to wake us up, the roosters did. The big red one started to crow first. I looked up to see a brown cow with big brown eyes looking at me through the window.<br />
"Oh!" I shouted. Barbara screamed, "You woke me up!" "What are you girls doing in there?" Mama shouted from the kitchen.<br />
"Nothing!" I shouted back.<br />
"What's wrong?" Mama said as she came running into the room through the door. <br />
"Now what is going on in here?"<br />
"Cows." I said. "A cow was looking in the window." <br />
"So what. Things like that happen in the country." Mama said. "It sounded like arguing." <br />
"We weren't arguing." I said. <br />
"She yelled at me." Barbara said. "Did not." I said. "Did too." "Did not." "Yes you did." "Not." "Now girls!" Mama said, "I don't want to hear about you fighting this week when you are here."<br />
"Well how come she got to sleep in the real bed?" I asked. "Get dressed and come on out for breakfast." Mama said as she slipped back through the door. The room suddenly started to smell like fried bacon and eggs, and my stomach that was full the night before suddenly started to feel empty. I was hungry for some of Grandma's bacon and eggs. <br />
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"Good morning!" Grandma sang at us as we went into the kitchen. "What do you girls want for breakfast? How do you like your bacon and eggs?" We soon forgot the night before and our disagreement about the beds. Grandma's smile and attitude could brighten any one's day. Grandma was a cuddly little lady, with cheeks that looked chubby when she smiled. She smiled a lot too. Her laugh was contagious, and you could hear it start in her belly and grow from a small gurgle into a big hoot that would rock the room from the floor to the ceiling. When it was time for quiet, Grandma knew how to entertain the little ones with soft pink and white peppermint candies she kept in her big black pocketbook purse. <br />
Mama said, Grandma "knew hard work," being the oldest of ten children she was expected to help out with her younger brothers and sisters. Mama said, "They were expected to work on the farm. When other families drove by to go to picnics or the parade on the 4th of July. Her family would be in the field, and grandpa would say, 'Shake your hoes at them, and keep on working.' Grandma said, "I'll never let a holiday go by when my own family can't take time to enjoy themselves." </div>
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Breakfast over, we were soon out grandma's kitchen door down the stone steps, and running the wooden plank boards, and on out to the bubbling brook behind the house. In the creek there were tiny tadpoles, and pretty stones. We took our sandals off, and waded in the cold clear water. Playing and laughing, we sat down on the slippery stones that lined the brook. Mama had told us about the gypsies that came and camped in the clearing on the hill nearby. They would get water, and wash their dusty feet in the stream. Then they would wash their soiled clothes and lay them on the sandstone rocks in the sun to dry. Later they gathered twigs and sticks for a campfire. They would eat, sing and dance late into the night.<br />
"Do you believe in gypsies?" Barbara whispered. Silence followed, and then faraway across the prairie we heard a bell ringing.<br />
"Girls! Time to come in!" Grandma shouted from the house.<br />
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'This grand old Southern home was occupied for years, by the seventh President of the United States, who died within it on June 8, 1845. Andrew Jackson was born in a log cabin so close on the boundary line between North and South Carolina that both states claimed him as "favorite son." </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen." I repeat again.</span></span></span><br />
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"Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom." I softly sing trying to remember the rest of the song. "And in the hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me." "Let it be, let it be." </span><br />
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Many years ago Mary gave me a tiny white beaded purse, that had a silver and pearl chain, a Catholic rosary along with a booklet. How to pray the rosary it said. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-83675232386340146822011-08-02T20:39:00.000-07:002013-08-10T12:10:54.514-07:00A Question of Paternity?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Grandma Ocie (Hallock) Sheets would be turning over in her grave if she knew that someone on line was questioning the paternity of her grandfather George W. Hallock, and posting it where others could see. She was quiet and reserved, strong of faith, and never spoke evil of anyone. She was proud of her parents and often spoke of her mother Ethel (Card) Hallock. She told us of the farming accident that killed her father Claude C. Hallock, and she kept newspaper clipping about it in her Bible. <br />
Her Bible was worn and tattered, and held favorite verses, notes, and important Hallock family records. I realized the importance of her family records while working on our family genealogy, and that is why I published her Bible records last year.<br />
So what is the problem? Well, someone posted misinformation on line, and went to the US Census records on Ancestry and posted comments that there was a question about our Great Grandfathers paternity. <br />
Why did this happen? Because there was a misprint in a Hallock family genealogy book. I had seen the misprint, before it lists George as being born before his father. Well, who is going to believe a book that prints such information, and then doesn’t correct it in the next book? Genealogy mistakes like this are why NSDAR and other linage societies are so careful about what proofs can be used for verification. <br />
Was it really necessary to soil the good name of Hallock? This problem or question was not something new to me; I have been trying to solve this puzzle for years. I have studied and researched records and books at the ACPL, and sent for birth and death records. <br />
Here is what I know to be truthful facts: George W. Hallock is a Hallock from Mattituck, Long Island, New York, and he moved to Fowler, Ohio when he was 18 years old to be a teacher. He did not return to Long Island, but decided to stay and raise his family in Ohio. By newspaper accounts in Long Island, the family farm was later sold to a circus. About the time that the newspaper printed one Mrs. Hallock ran away from her husband to New York City with Burt Popper. Now that is a family scandal, I will share sometime.<br />
Notes regarding George W. Hallock and James B. Hallock.<br />
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11. PHEBE3 BORDEN (PHEBE2 BUSHNELL, ALEXANDER1, WILLIAMA, WILLIAMB, JOHNC, JOHND, FRANCISE, FRANCISF)14 was born 06 Feb 1809, and died 18 Apr 1870. She married GEORGE W. HALLOCK14 10 Jun 1829, son of JAMES HALLOCK and ? (ELIZABETH TOWNSEND?). He was born 23 Nov 1798 in Mattituck, Long Island, New York, and died 18 Apr 1870 in Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio.<br />
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Notes for GEORGE W. HALLOCK:<br />
From A Hallock Genealogy, by Lucius H.Hallock, 1928, page 323-324.<br />
George W. Hallock. T.8. George 7. James Esq. 6. d.7.<br />
Was son of George, of Fowler, O. Was born Nov. 23, 1798. Married Phebe Borden June 10, 1829. She was born Feb. 6, 1809. Children: 1. Asahel, born May 7, 1830. Killed by a horse, Aug. 31, 1849. 2. James B., born 1833. 3. Charles F., born 1838. Twin. 4. Amelia-Kellog, born 1838. Twin. Mr. Hallock was a farmer of Youngstown, O.<br />
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Children of PHEBE BORDEN and GEORGE HALLOCK are:<br />
i. ASAHEL B.4 HALLOCK14, b. 07 May 1830; d. 31 Aug 1849, Hartford Township, Ohio.<br />
15. ii. JAMES B. HALLOCK, b. 22 Feb 1833, Mattituck, Long Island, NY; d. 17 Oct 1908, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio.<br />
16. iii. CHARLES F. HALLOCK, b. 19 Mar 1838, Ohio; d. 1910, Hartford Twp, Trumbull Co, OH.<br />
17. iv. AMELIA HALLOCK, b. 19 Mar 1838, Ohio.<br />
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15. JAMES B.4 HALLOCK (PHEBE3 BORDEN, PHEBE2 BUSHNELL, ALEXANDER1, WILLIAMA, WILLIAMB, JOHNC, JOHND, FRANCISE, FRANCISF)16 was born 22 Feb 1833 in Mattituck, Long Island, NY, and died 17 Oct 1908 in Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio. He married HARRIET KELLOGG17 1855, daughter of ENOCH KELLOGG and LUCY LOOMIS. She was born 28 Nov 1833 in Fowler, Trumbull Co, Ohio, and died 08 Jun 1915 in Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio.<br />
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Notes for JAMES B. HALLOCK:<br />
From A Hallock Genealogy, by Lucius H. Hallock, 1928, page 388.<br />
James B. Hallock. T.9. Gorge (should be George) W. 8. George 7. d.7.<br />
Was son of George W. and Phebe-Hallock. Was born Feb. 22, 1833, and died Oct. 17, 1908. Married Harriet Kellogg about 1855. She died June 8, 1915. Children:1. Mabel Estelle, born about 1857. Died at 24 of typhoid. 2. Claude, born about 1860. 3. George Goldsmith, born 1868. James Hallock was a farmer of Mattituck, L.I.<br />
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Children of JAMES HALLOCK and HARRIET KELLOGG are:<br />
i. MABEL ESTELLE5 HALLOCK, b. 1868, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio; d. 28 Sep 1892, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio Died at age 24 of typhoid..<br />
ii. GEORGE GOLDSMITH HALLOCK, b. 1868, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio; d. Aft. 1906, Ashtabula, Ohio.<br />
iii. CLAUDE C. HALLOCK, b. 15 Aug 1873, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio; d. 20 Oct 1906, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio18; m. ETHEL CARD, 25 Sep 1898, Fowler, Trumbull County, Ohio19; b. 31 Oct 1879, Fowler, Trumbull, Ohio; d. 05 May 1944, Sisseton, Roberts County, South Dakota.<br />
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17. The Kelloggs in the Old World and the New, by Timothy Hopkins, Vol. 1-3, Sunset Press, San Francisco, CA 1903., 415.<br />
18. Trumbull County Probate Court-Death Record, Recorded Vol. 3, 1894-1908 Page 111, Claude C. Hallock.<br />
20. Bushnell Family Genealogy, Ancestry and Posterity of Francis Bushnell (1580-1646) of Horsham, Eng & Guilford, Conn, by George Bushnell, Nashville, TN, 1945, 210.<br />
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Mattituck, Long Island, NY. Benjamin Goldsmith Hallock son of James Esq., and brother to George W. Hallock had his biography written in the 1882 edition of the History of Suffolk County, New York, with Illustrations, Portraits, & Sketches of Prominent Families and Individuals, published in New York, by J.W. Munsell & Co, 36 Vesey Street, 1882, pages 55 & 56.<br />
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From the book: The Hallock-Holyoke Pedigree And Collateral Branches In the United States Being a Revision of the Hallock Ancestry of 1866, Prepared by Rev. Wm. A. Hallock, D.D., With additions and tracings of family genealogies to the present date and generation, By Charles Hallock, M. A. , Amherst, Mass: Press of Carpenter & Morehouse, 1906. <br />
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2. James, died Mattituck 1775, aged 44, wills to five sons: James, Jeremiah, Benjamin, William, Thomas. James, Esq., died March 5, 1852, aged 90, had three sons: Benjamin Goldsmith; Charles, merchant in New York, father of James; and George, in Fowler, Ohio. Dea. Jeremiah, Cayuga, N.Y., died June 10, 1854, aged 83; had sons William J. and George B., father of William R. and George F. Benjamin died 1794, aged 21. William settled at Washtenau, Mich., father of Franklin of Cazenovia, Nelson, and James. Thomas, Smithtown Branch, born July 11, 1768, died Jan. 7, 1854, father of James.<br />
**James, died Mattituck 1775, aged 44, (his son) James, Esq., died March 5, 1852, age 90, James 2nd had three sons: Benjamin Goldsmith; Charles, merchant in New York, and George, in Fowler, Ohio.<br />
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The Trumbull County, Ohio death record of G.W. Hallock 1870, 72 years old, place of birth Long Island, N.Y. His grandson’s death record, my great grandfather Claude C. Hallock 1906, 33 years, 2 mos. And 5 days.<br />
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US Census Trumbull Co, OH George Hallock 51, Phebe Hallock his wife 42, James Hallock (my great grandfather) 17, Amelia Hallock 12, and Charles Hallock 12.<br />
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Trumbull County Ohio Cemetery Inscriptions 1800-1930, compiled by Members of the Trumbull County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society. <br />
Page 110 Cemetery record for George Hallock died 4/18/1870.<br />
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Trumbull County Ohio Cemetery Inscriptions 1800-1930, compiled by Members of the Trumbull County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society. <br />
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Cemetery records for James Hallock born 1833, died 1908, Harriett h/wf born 1833, died 1913, Mabel E. born 1868, died 1892, and Claude C. (my great grandfather) born 1873, died 1906.<br />
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Western Reserve Chronicle newspaper, 4 May 1870, George Hallock, res Fowler, 18 Apr, inflammation of kidneys, 72y, b. Long Island, came to Trumbull Co, when a young man, his wife a dau of Asahel Borden of Hartford.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-19586970876623106122011-07-04T14:53:00.000-07:002011-07-04T14:53:46.937-07:00A Memorial to Grandpa CritesThis week I was given a gift from my Aunt Oneta Noel, who died four years ago. This gift came to me by way of a tattered, yellowed newspaper article that was tucked away in an old letter that my mother had. <br />
Mother said, "I have something that I was supposed to give you from Aunt Oneta." "She wanted you to have this. She wrote your name on it." "I found it today as I was going through some old letters." "I am sorry that I didn't give it to you before." "She must have wanted you to have it because she knew that you were interested in genealogy and family history."<br />
I looked it over and read: <br />
The Evening World, Bloomfield, Indiana<br />
October 27, 1976, page 3, columns 1-6.<br />
In Memoriam<br />
Charles Bernice Crites<br />
Today would have been our Dad’s eighty-first birthday. “Bucky” Baker would have baked him a birthday cake and the group from the Owensburg Baptist Church would have helped him to celebrate, along with all the other residents of the Bloomfield Nursing Center, who have birthdays in the month of October. Each one of his four children and their families would have helped him to have a happy day as best we could, but God in His perfect omniscience changed our plans and on September 8, Dad suffered a heart attack and we took him from the Nursing Center to the Greene County Hospital where at about five in the afternoon of September 14, he went Home where time is not counted by years and no one ever grows old.<br />
If it had been possible for Dad to have chosen to spent this eighty-first birthday with whomever he chose, he’d have selected to have spent it with his wife, who left this earth on January 12, 1975, for they had been married over fifty-six years and no matter how hard we tried we never could fill the loneliness he felt for our Mother.<br />
Charles Bernice Crites, the oldest child of William Armstead Crites and Della Luiza Calvert Crites, was born in Greene County and except for the time her served as a soldier in World War I was never away from Greene County. He was a farmer and often left his fields to assist a neighbor in doctoring a sick animal for he had a real love for veterinary work, which he continued doing until he was no longer physically able to make his calls. This was the reason for his familiar title and for his being remembered by many as “Doc” Crites.<br />
He had also served as Highland Township road superintendent, had worked at Crane Ammunition Depot, and was trustee of the Calvertville General Baptist Church where as a youth he was converted, baptized, and remained a member until his death. <br />
Death separates us but it does not erase so many, many dear memories Bernice will be remembered as a good neighbor. He had a genuine love for people and especially for children. This rewarded him the last months of his life when so many, many neighbors and acquaintances stopped at Room 16 to greet him. The family thanks each one of you. <br />
His sister, Lorene Noel, and brothers, Tilman and Harold, will ever remember their times growing up together, how he played the Big-Brother Role well; how he loved and cared for the teams.<br />
We children will remember Dads a strict disciplinarian who taught us, and practiced before us, to: owe no man a cent, make your word your bond, and vote a straight ticket. Dad loved music and at different times sang in quartets. He often entertained his nieces, nephews and grandchildren by playing the fiddle and French harp. He had a special knack for writing poetry and for impersonating, and each one close to him had been given a nickname all his own. It is not our intent to imply that our Dad was perfect, for we know he wasn’t, but we would write an ode to him as a good dad and to remind all who read this to take advantage of the precious time you have your parents with you, for just two years ago, today, all our family met on Main Street to celebrate a birthday, not once realizing it would be our last family gathering. <br />
Besides the four children, one sister and two brothers, Bernice is survived by his daughter-in-law, Wilda Crites, and his two sons-in-law, Don Sheets and Marion Noel; by eleven grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by an infant son, Rex Reid; a brother, Russell; a grandson, Brad; and his wife, Ona Hunter Crites.<br />
We want to thank all the Special People of the Nursing Center who made his life as easy as possible for the last twenty-one months. How we wish some of you could have known him as he was before his health failed him. A special note of gratitude goes out to dear Charley Thomas who was an understanding neighbor to the resident in Room 16 when he needed him so much; to Wayne Sparks who used patience beyond duty to comply with wishes that were sometimes impossible; to two Phyllises and to two Marys that were especially kind; to Myrtle and Anna who knew him before and understand with a different insight; and to Wanda Johnson, who actually shed tears as she assured him she’d take care of things for him. You are all a rare breed!<br />
Thanks also to each one who sent flowers and cards. We appreciate everything; especially the Calvertville Missionary and the Union Valley Church for the food and coming and helping out.<br />
Harwood, Oneta, Mable and Mary.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-1340516191376749652010-08-02T06:20:00.000-07:002013-08-10T12:09:53.864-07:00The Hunter Family in Scotland and England<br />
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The Hunter family is of royal descent from Edward I, King of England, through his second son, Edmund, Earl of Kent, whose daughter, Lady Joan Plantagenet, was the wife of Thomas, Lord Holland. Her great-great-granddaughter, Princess Jane Stuart, became the wife of George Gordon, Second Earl of Huntly and Lord Chancellor. Their daughter, Lady Isabel Gordon, was married to William Hay, third Earl of Erroll. Their great-grandson, Andrew Hay, became the seventh Earl. By his wife, Lady Agnes Sinclair, daughter of the fourth Earl of Caithness, he had a son, Hon. Sir George Hay, of Killour, who married Elizabette, daughter of Sir Patrick Cheyne, of Esselmont. Their daughter, Anne, became the wife of William Moray of Abercairney, who died in 1642. Their son, Robert Moray, was knighted by Charles I. His daughter, Anne, married David Graham, of Fintry, ninth Earl in descent from William Graham of Kincardine and the Lady, Mary Stuart. Their daughter, Amelia Graham became the wife of Alexander Hunter, of Blackness, Co. Forfer, in 1741. From the book Hunter Family Records, by J. Montgomery Seaver, 1929, page C of the Introduction.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-90907004071858007092010-07-30T09:41:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:46:45.270-07:00The Hunter Martyrs<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/TFMBr5S3maI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iWwU7MtipPs/s1600/Hunter+crest+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/TFMBr5S3maI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iWwU7MtipPs/s320/Hunter+crest+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499741423575472546" /></a><br /> <br />John Foxes’ Book of Martyrs tells the story of two Hunter Brothers, William and Robert Hunter. <br />William Hunter, (d. 1555), was a Weaver's apprentice and martyr. William Hunter refused to attend mass in London in 1553; he returned home to Brentwood, Essex. He was denounced to Thomas Wood, the vicar of South Weald, for reading scriptures in English. He was examined by Wood, who denounced William Hunter to Anthony Browne. Hunter was brought before Browne and interrogated; Hunter was then sent to Bonner by Browne. William Hunter was examined by Bonner and condemned. Hunter was detained by Bonner for nine months, during which time the bishop tried both harsh and lenient treatment to persuade him to recant. Hunter was examined by Bishop Bonner on 8 February 1555; he was condemned by Bishop Bonner on 9 February 1555. William Hunter was then condemned by Bishop Bonner. William Hunter was sent to Brentwood to be burned. Hunter refused pressure at his execution to recant and died constantly on 26 March 1555. Hunter wrote a short letter to his mother shortly before his martyrdom. <br />Robert Hunter, Brother of William Hunter, supplied Foxe with the account of his brother's martyrdom. Robert Hunter was imprisoned in the stocks and interrogated by Anthony Browne. Robert Hunter witnessed his brother's condemnation on 9 February 1555. At his brother's execution, Robert refused to attempt to persuade William to recant; instead he encouraged him. William at the stake gave Robert his Psalter. <br />From: http://www.hrionline.ac.uk/johnfoxe/apparatus/person_glossaryL.html John Foxe’s Book of Martyrs .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-58375784744727997372010-07-20T05:44:00.000-07:002010-07-20T05:47:52.744-07:00Update Grandma's Bible<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/TEWazOFtPaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cWDyWpiQ8pk/s1600/Grandma+Sheets%27+Bible,+Steyer+Reunion,+Ben+Scouts+2006+%26+2007+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495969125021597090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/TEWazOFtPaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cWDyWpiQ8pk/s320/Grandma+Sheets%27+Bible,+Steyer+Reunion,+Ben+Scouts+2006+%26+2007+008.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Grandma's Bible has been transcribed and indexed. It has been given to the ACPL and will be part of the Bible records for Allen County, Indiana! </div><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-35290743106218724832010-06-05T10:30:00.000-07:002013-08-10T12:07:52.563-07:00Happy 25th Birthday To Our Son!<br />
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9,125 days. Many of the days I remember his first day at school, learning to ride a bike, and the day he learned to play the guitar. There are days that you remember too. Some days we remember together, his graduation from High School, and the day of his birth.</div>
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We share a precious bond of motherhood to our son, yours through birth, mine through adoption.</div>
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Happy 25th Birthday to our son!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-4165364681506178152010-01-17T06:49:00.000-08:002010-01-17T07:28:57.874-08:00Mickey PickardSometimes genealogists are like farmers planting seeds and waiting for the harvest. We leave postings on message boards, and then we wait and see what happens. Will we get a response, or not? Mickey Pickard and her son Charles have been a puzzle. But the seeds were planted and here is latest news on great grandmother Mickey Pickard.<br /><strong>Posting on message board:</strong><br /><em>Looking for Mickey Pickard b 1842 & her son, Charles Crites b 1874 in Greene Co, IN to Thomas & Mickey (Pickard) Crites. 1900 US Census shows Mickey (Crites) married to Solomon Irwin with the Crites children. A later Census (1910?) shows Mickey Crites living with her son Charles Crites. Family member says, "Charles married a cousin, moved out west, and was never heard from again." (This Charles Crites is not the one b 1895 to William Crites.) Supplemental Marriage Record for John & Mickey Jenson show Mickey's birthday as March 27, 1850.</em><br /><strong>From my Family Tree Records:</strong><br /><em>MICKEY ANNA PICKARD (WILLIAMA, HENRYB PACKARD, WILLIAMC, WILLIAM HENRYD PICKARD, NICHOLASE, BARTHOLOMEWF, BARTHOLOMEWG, ROBERTH, JOHNI, ROBERTJ, JOHNK) was born 27 Mar 1850 in Greene County, Indiana, and died 19 Jan 1929 in Greene County, Indiana1. She married (1) THOMAS CRITES 07 Mar 1867 in Greene County, Indiana, son of WILLIAM CRITES and MARY DORROUGH. He was born 15 Sep 1844 in Perry (or Wayne County), Ashland, Ohio2, and died 15 Jul 1876 in Greene County, Indiana. She married (2) SOLOMON IRWIN 23 Sep 1877 in Greene County, Indiana3. He was born 1810 in Kentucky, and died Aft. 1900. She married (3) JOHN J. CLIFFT 22 Oct 1893 in Greene County, Indiana4, son of THOMAS CLIFFT and MELINDA JONES. He was born 22 Feb 1837 in KY. She married (4) JOHN JENSON 04 Apr 1901 in Greene County, Indiana, son of DAVID JENSON and MARY JOHNSON. He was born 24 Aug 1851 in Germany.</em><br /><strong>Just this week:</strong><br />Sue Wilcox of the Greene County Historical Society was able to borrow the Myers Funeral Home record books, and found information on my great grandmother Mickey Pickard.<br />Mickey is buried in the Goodwin Cemetery in Highland Twp according to this book. She is listed as the w/o John Genson, place of death was at residence in Worthington, a Dr. Johnson was attending physician. Mickey Anna was born 3-27-1850, the d/o William Pickard b. OH and Mary Hodges, b. OH. , she was a housekeeper, date of death, Jan 19, 1929. The funeral was scheduled for Jan 21, 1929 at 2 p.m. Funeral service was at the residence. Rev. Chastain was Methodist I think. The total for the funeral was $161.75, can you imagine. Her casket was manufactured at Batesville, a Memphis 6/3 Silver gray hinge cap. The cost of the casket was $125, dress $22.50, hose $1.25 and the underwear was $1.00, and the charge went to her husband John Genson.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-76536270398166417182009-12-21T14:37:00.000-08:002009-12-21T15:07:39.652-08:00Grandpa's Fiddle<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/Sy_5REGxB6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3uHPG9iPoKA/s1600-h/Grandma+Sheets%27+Bible,+Steyer+Reunion,+Ben+Scouts+2006+%26+2007+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417822948305209250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/Sy_5REGxB6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3uHPG9iPoKA/s320/Grandma+Sheets%27+Bible,+Steyer+Reunion,+Ben+Scouts+2006+%26+2007+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Grandpa's instrument was not a violin it was a fiddle. Fiddles he said were for playing lively fun music for family and friends not the chamber kind of music. We loved to hear him play and often asked him to play for us. We would gather around him and listen until grandma said, "Enough those children need to get to bed." Then we would ask him to just play one more song, of course he would play another one for us.<br />The music we grew up on was old fashion country music, ballads and hymns. When the family got together at grandma and grandpa's the old tattered hymnals would be gotten out of the bookcase and real singing would begin. They would sing songs that would make everyone smile and sing along. Grandpa would get out the fiddle and play along. Now they call it improvising, then we just called it fiddling.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-22187848954792830292009-12-17T17:27:00.000-08:002009-12-20T08:38:41.006-08:00Family History TragedyIn 1974 the small town of Delphos, Ohio was hit hard by the murder of two of their own. In the middle of all the commotion was my family.<br />The day seemed normal to everyone in the area. Everyone in the area was out working on their farm hoping to get crops in before it was too late.<br />Down the street from my grandparents lived my grandmother’s sister Mildred and her husband Louis. Louis was out visiting the neighbors down the street while she stayed inside talking to her daughter in law Judy who lived next door. Judy’s husband Kenneth was busy at work in the field.<br />All the peace was soon disturbed when Judy and Mildred soon saw a man pull up into Judy and Kenneth’s house next door and walk inside. As Kenneth saw this he hurried over to his house to see what was up. Worried for her husband Judy soon entered the house herself since she and Mildred noticed that he hadn’t come out yet. As she entered she saw her husband with a gun being held up to his head by the man who she had seen enter the house.<br />After receiving a call from his wife, Louis came back from the neighbors. He entered the back yard of his son’s house and released the dogs that were held in the back yard. The man with the gun saw his releasing the dogs, and he came running out and shoot Louis in the drive way killing him. The man then came back inside and then shot Kenneth. Judy then ran away. The man continued to chase her shooting her multiple times in the back, but she continued to run away. She made her way to the Bockey house across the street, and the man then tried to run her over with his car instead crashing into the Bockey’s house.<br />As he searched the house for Judy he found Mildred in hall way trying to get into a locked door up stairs. He asked her where the girl was. Instead of telling him where she was, Mildred acted as if she had no idea where Judy was even though she was right behind the locked door with Mrs. Bockey. The man then tried to shoot Mildred in the head. Out of bullets, the gun did nothing to her.<br />Outside my dad rode up in a bike that he had just bought hoping to visit his aunt and uncle. As he was riding up the street a sheriff drove up to him, and the cope told him to get out of there. My dad not sure what was going on continued to ride to his aunt’s and uncle’s. He was surprised to find his uncle Louis on the drive way dead. As he saw his uncle the ambulance came up. My dad identified the man on the ground as his uncle to the ambulance. He was also surprised to find that there was another person dead in the house. He knew right away that it was his cousin Kenneth.<br />Meanwhile, the man with the gun saw the sheriff outside of the house he was in. Thinking quickly he left the girl he was after and climbed out the window open to the back side of the house. He then ran out through the corn field that was in back.<br />The whole town was on watch for days. Everyone seemed afraid that they might be his next victim. My Grandparents, aunts, and my dad retreated to Van Wert afraid that he might have been hiding in their barn. “Being told that we had to leave our home and pack up and move out scared us all. We had lived in our house for years, and this was scary to all of to even think about what happened and what could happen if they didn’t catch him,” said my grandmother.<br />A couple of weeks after this incident the man was caught in Wisconsin for another crime. Police then identified the man who killed Louis and Kenneth as the murderer. He had committed other burglaries before the murder of Louis and Kenneth. One of his friends also later reported that he had mentioned that at the next house that he went to he was going to kill someone. He ended up keeping his word by killing Louis and Kenneth putting him in jail<br />ever since.<br />“It was my first close experience with death and crime. I was quick to realize that crime like that can happen anywhere, and I was not as safe in that small town as I had thought,” said my dad later on.<br />“Even today, I still think about this incident every time I walk out to the barn on our farm,” stated my aunt Lois who now lives on my grandparent’s farm. “I always wonder now what could be hiding in the corn stocks that I don’t know is there.”<br /><br />Journalism Final Family History Paper, by my daughter JenAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-45169203544691654552009-12-17T17:11:00.000-08:002009-12-17T18:33:02.178-08:00Tis the Season<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SyrXNMZq2CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/90FStn2UEBk/s1600-h/Nov+%26+Dec+2009+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416378123533604898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SyrXNMZq2CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/90FStn2UEBk/s320/Nov+%26+Dec+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> A holiday lesson from Molly the cat. Enjoy each and every moment of your holiday, but take some time off to look out the window and watch the snow fall.<br /><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-67389666531066025472009-12-05T18:33:00.000-08:002009-12-05T20:24:23.651-08:00No Joyous NoelEvery year the Noel's house was decorated with joyous NOEL from top to bottom, left to right. Christmas goodies were baked. Christmas presents were bought and wrapped.<br />The Noel's came for Thanksgiving. Their home was filled with joy.<br />December 1st was different. The youngest Noel didn't call. He didn't write.<br />The Noel's drove to see him. No one answered. No Noel.<br />25 days passed. No one baked the Christmas goodies. No one bought and wrapped the presents. Oneta Noel's health began to fail her. She was too weak to talk.<br />Oneta Noel lived on Christmas, but died December 26th with a broken heart.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SxsYfZqYPyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9IYavjcGLwo/s1600-h/Noel+tombstone+09.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411946304959430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SxsYfZqYPyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9IYavjcGLwo/s320/Noel+tombstone+09.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-69870210482356917622009-11-11T05:08:00.000-08:002009-12-21T18:06:43.373-08:00American Indian Genealogy<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SzAppxEcb2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C5fbFTbBI7k/s1600-h/Indian+vase+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417876149250060130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SzAppxEcb2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C5fbFTbBI7k/s320/Indian+vase+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Champlain Cox was an American Indian that fought in the Mexican American War. He was married to Ellender Bunch and lived in Greene County, Indiana.<br /><br />Descendants of Champlain Cox<br /><br />Generation No. 1<br />1. CHAMPLAIN1 COX He married ELLENDER BUNCH 01 Jan 1850 in Greene Co, Indiana.<br />Children of CHAMPLAIN COX and ELLENDER BUNCH are:<br />i. LUCRESAE2 COX, b. 1847; m. UNK, 20 Feb 1885, Greene Co, Indiana.<br />ii. JESSE R. COX, b. 1860; m. UNK, 08 Oct 1885, Greene Co, Indiana.<br />2. iii. EVAN COX, b. 19 Jun 1867; d. 01 Aug 1971, Greene County, Indiana.<br /><br />Generation No. 2<br />2. EVAN2 COX (CHAMPLAIN1) was born 19 Jun 1867, and died 01 Aug 1971 in Greene County, Indiana. He married WINIFRED H. HUNTER 28 May 1893 in Greene County, Indiana, daughter of WILLIAM HUNTER and EMILY BUCKNER. She was born 25 Oct 1875 in Greene County, Indiana, and died 16 Feb 1962 in Greene County, Indiana.<br />Notes for EVAN COX:<br />His grave marker states that he lived to be 104 years old.<br />Notes for WINIFRED H. HUNTER:<br />Oneta Crites wrote: "Oh, how Winfred loved Winnie, she got pneumonia and he walked several miles to visit her; he took a cold that went into pneumonia and they both died about two weeks apart at 86 years of age.<br />Children of EVAN COX and WINIFRED HUNTER are:<br />i. CLAUDE3 COX, b. 19 Oct 1893, Greene County, Indiana; d. 16 Dec 1987, Greene County, Indiana; m. GRACE; b. 12 Aug 1901; d. 03 Sep 1981, Indiana.<br />ii. ELMA COX, b. 1896, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1992.<br />3. iii. ZELMA COX, b. 1896, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1989.<br />iv. BRONSO COX, b. 09 Feb 1899, Greene County, Indiana; d. 22 Oct 1984, Greene Co, Indiana; m. ROSALIE; b. 12 Mar 1905; d. 18 Dec 1969, Greene County, Indiana.<br />v. ELLA COX, b. 14 Aug 1901, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1901, Indiana; m. ALZA CLUMBOUGH, 09 Mar 1918, Greene Co, Indiana.<br />vi. DELMER COX, b. 1902, Greene Co, IN.<br />vii. ELMER COX, b. 1902, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1976, Bridgeport, Conn.; m. BELL.<br />viii. ESTAL COX, b. 08 Nov 1906, Greene County, Indiana; d. 09 Feb 1989, Greene County, Indiana; m. (1) MARIE JOSEPHINE MILLER; b. 27 Feb 1911; m. (2) WILMA JEAN MARTINDALE, Greene Co, Indiana.<br />ix. WILLIAM COX, b. 1909, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1973, Louisanna; m. JEAN.<br />x. DOVIE COX, b. 1911, Greene County, Indiana; m. LOUIS WEAKS.<br />xi. EVA COX, b. 1913, Greene County, Indiana; m. EARL PULSE.<br />4. xii. GENEVA COX, b. 1913, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1995.<br />xiii. MAC COX, b. 1915, Greene County, Indiana; d. 1988, Greene County, Indiana.<br /><br />Generation No. 3<br />3. ZELMA3 COX (EVAN2, CHAMPLAIN1) was born 1896 in Greene County, Indiana, and died 1989. She married RAYMOND MCCELLAN PITTMAN.<br />Children of ZELMA COX and RAYMOND PITTMAN are:<br />i. LEONA4 PITTMAN, b. Abt. 1922.<br />ii. NAOMA PITTMAN, b. Abt. 1922.<br /><br />4. GENEVA3 COX (EVAN2, CHAMPLAIN1) was born 1913 in Greene County, Indiana, and died 1995. She married ELMO SHIELDS. He was born 1910, and died 1977.<br />Child of GENEVA COX and ELMO SHIELDS is:<br />i. REX4 SHIELDS, b. 13 Mar 1932, Greene Co, IN.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-5988134178558215742009-09-27T04:03:00.000-07:002009-09-27T05:14:40.097-07:00Where has Soul Food gone?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/Sr9W9RmrOcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5zRRRihttuA/s1600-h/Carrie+Sheets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386119290056030658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/Sr9W9RmrOcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5zRRRihttuA/s320/Carrie+Sheets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>We have become a country of fast food restaurants. Our culture has become a "melting pot" of quick meals and in a hurry eating. Cultural foods and recipes are taken out of their recipe boxes only on special occasions and holidays.</div><br /><div>Most young people today do not know the difference between "scratch" cooking and convience foods. Teens often are given the responsibility of feeding the family. They don't know what nutritious foods are, or how to prepare foods from recipes. </div><br /><div>Are package directions the recipes of the future?</div><br /><div>Can cooking shows replace grandma's food cooked with love in the kitchen?</div><br /><div>We must save the soul of our food cooked at home. Food cooked by traditional family recipes, and made with love for family and friends can never be replaced. Soul food must be taught and practiced so it is not lost like canning, and preserving food at home has been lost.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-30443415910792340672009-09-20T06:02:00.000-07:002009-09-20T06:36:16.317-07:00Six Hunter Sisters<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYsofweQkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pNHVATb1dQM/s1600-h/Hunter+family+Scan4_0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383539478799204930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYsofweQkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pNHVATb1dQM/s320/Hunter+family+Scan4_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYsXnSW9SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/q1KzsIVKAF4/s1600-h/Hunter+family+picture+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383539188762604834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYsXnSW9SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/q1KzsIVKAF4/s320/Hunter+family+picture+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYr2pUR1pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NFiiE6nvpc8/s1600-h/Hunter+family+Scan5_1_0169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383538622371845778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SrYr2pUR1pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NFiiE6nvpc8/s320/Hunter+family+Scan5_1_0169.jpg" border="0" /></a>These three pictures of the six Hunter sisters tell of happy times the six sisters shared together. The six Hunter sisters of Winfred & Elsie (Huffman) Hunter were: Ona Mae Hunter born 9 Feb 1900; Ruby Emily Hunter born 6 Sep 1901; Mary Belle Hunter born 25 Feb 1910; Blanche Inez Hunter born 19 Jun 1912; Audrey N. Hunter born 23 Nov 1914; and Evelyn O. Hunter born 22 Dec 1916. </div><div>The first picture taken of all six sisters together in their straw hats. There mother bought straw hats and dressed them in there Sunday best dresses and lined them up to take pictures. There were two brothers not pictured, two more boys were born later. This picture was taken in about 1918. The second picture was taken about 1924. The third picture was taken about 1950.</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-17046405511112901172009-09-12T20:53:00.000-07:002009-09-12T20:57:47.193-07:00Genealogy Trading Card<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SqxtlnkTH2I/AAAAAAAAADI/AnpNs5OD2X4/s1600-h/Genealogy+Trading+Card.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380796147844718434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_et8uX_xKQ6o/SqxtlnkTH2I/AAAAAAAAADI/AnpNs5OD2X4/s320/Genealogy+Trading+Card.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-28627165017270590462009-09-12T06:28:00.000-07:002009-09-12T19:32:12.608-07:00If U were 2 share your genealogy work in 2 minutes what would U say?<a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> Coffee this morning Butterscotch Toffee. Very good. If U shared your genealogy work in 2 minutes what would U say? Just wondering.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> 2 shorten & condense genealogy. List the famous people in history that U R related 2. Mine R Daniel Boone & Geo Washington. <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> 2 shorten & condense genealogy. Give the list of family names that you are researching. <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a><br />Andrews, Baber, Benham, Bland, Buckner, Bogard, Bryan, Bryant, Buckner, Calvert, Clark, Crites, Gentry, Goodwin, Hamilton, Hobbs, Hodges, Huffman, Hunter, King, Lamb, Lanier, Lester, Long, McCain, McFarland, Owen, Pickard, Stalcup, Starks, Turley, Vandeventer, Washington.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> 2 shorten & condense genealogy. Give the number of people you have listed on your computer. <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a><br />7416 total number of individuals<br />2465 total number of marriages<br />22 total number of generations<br />1520 total number of surnames<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> 2 shorten & condense genealogy. Use geography. Our family came from & moved across the pond, & settled in the state of... <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a><br />Our family were Ulster Scots that moved across the pond. The Calverts moved first to Virginia, and then to Indiana. The Hunters moved first to North Carolina, then to Greene County Indiana.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> 2 shorten & condense genealogy. As Gr Grandma said, "They were all good people." Or mention 1 person that stands out the most. <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a><br />Gr Grandma Hunter’s Mother in Law…<br />1. MICKEY ANN1 PICKARD (WILLIAMA, HENRYB PACKARD, WILLIAMC, WILLIAM HENRYD PICKARD, NICHOLASE, BARTHOLOMEWF, BARTHOLOMEWG, ROBERTH, JOHNI, ROBERTJ, JOHNK) was born 26 Mar 1850 in Greene County, Indiana, and died 19 Jan 1929 in Greene County, Indiana1. She was raised by her maternal grandparents the Hodges. She married three Civil War Vets, and then a German immigrant. She married (1) THOMAS CRITES 07 Mar 1867 in Greene County, Indiana, son of WILLIAM CRITES and MARY DORROUGH. He was born 15 Sep 1844 in Perry (or Wayne County), Ashland, Ohio2, and died 15 Jul 1876 in Greene County, Indiana. She married (2) SOLOMON IRWIN 23 Sep 1877 in Greene County, Indiana3. He was born 1810 in Kentucky, and died Aft. 1900. She married (3) JOHN J. CLIFFT 22 Oct 1893 in Greene County, Indiana4, son of THOMAS CLIFFT and MELINDA JONES. He was born 22 Feb 1837 in KY. She married (4) JOHN JENSON 04 Apr 1901 in Greene County, Indiana, son of DAVID JENSON and MARY JOHNSON. He was born 24 Aug 1851 in Germany.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime"></a><a title="Benita Steyer" href="http://twitter.com/Cherryteatime">Cherryteatime</a> If U had 2 share your genealogy work in 2 minutes what would U say? Just try & tweet your genealogy story. It is difficult. <a title="#genealogy" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23genealogy">#genealogy</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-41569645769383640922009-09-07T07:08:00.000-07:002009-09-07T07:16:04.940-07:00Monday MadnessMickey Pickard Crites is still keeping her secrets.<br />Update from July is that I got a copy's of her death record and guardianship record. The question now is Goodwin or Goodman cemetery? One cemetery was lost to a strip mine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-69026527980771630932009-07-25T12:54:00.000-07:002013-08-10T12:05:48.404-07:00John Dillinger Gang's Fort Wayne, IN Connection<br />
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Homer Van Meter was born December 3, 1906 in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Homer died in a storm of police gunshots in a St. Paul, MN alley, August 23, 1934. The newspaper reported that the parallels between John Dillinger and Homer Van Meters deaths were betrayal by women, and death by gun fire in alleys. “His straw hat rolled in the dust that blackened his white shoes, and blood flowed from more than two score wounds.” Homer Van Meter came back to Fort Wayne, Indiana to be buried in Lindenwood Cemetery, Saturday, August 25, 1934.<br />
The newspaper headlines in Fort Wayne Saturday, August 25, 1934, read “Minimizing the Glamour.” With human consideration for the wishes of the innocent survivors of the late Homer Van Meter, slain when he resisted arrest by police officers in St. Paul, MN, and with the purpose of minimizing the glamour which excessive publicity so easily confers upon enemies of society, the News-Sentinel will not “play up” or sensationalize accounts of the dead bandit’s funeral services and burial nor will we make any attempt to procure photos of the same.<br />
Carey and Mary (Miller) Van Meter had three children: Harry, Homer, and baby sister Helen. They lived in the middle class Bloomingdale neighborhood, where the children went to school. Carey worked for the railroad, and Mary stayed home to care for their three children. Both Cary and Mary were dead when Homer started getting in trouble with the “law.”<br />
Homer’s first crime was for “disorderly conduct,” in Aurora, IL in 1923. Later that same year he was convicted of vehicle theft in IL, and sentenced to 1 to 10 years in the Southern IL State Penitentiary. In 1925 he and Con Livingston held up passengers for several hundred dollars and jewelry. Con Livingston was killed by the police in South Bend, IN, and Homer Van Meter fled to Chicago, IL where the police caught up with Homer and he was arrested. Homer served time at the Lake County Reformatory, but was transferred to the IN State Prison. May 18, 1933 the parole board recommendation was to free Van Meter, because they “believed that he would make good in the future.”<br />
There were times and occasions when Homer Van Meter tried to “make good in the future.” Homer would disappear, and the police wouldn’t “hear” from Homer for months at a time. One time he was believed to be living in New Orleans, LA. After Homer was on parole from the Indiana State Prison, he refused to take part in Indiana bank robberies. He did however participate in the IL, OH, and MI Dillinger gang bank robberies.<br />
John Dillinger was released from prison June 1933, and then he was back in jail in Lima, OH. September 1933 there was a raid on the Lima, OH jail, and Dillinger was freed, and Homer Van Meter rejoined the Dillinger gang.<br />
Relatives said that Homer was handsome. He had a strange twitch in his leg that caused his friends to call him “Shake Leg.” He could be quite charming when he wanted to be, which is why John Dillinger used Homer as the advance man. Homer was often sent into the banks ahead of the gang to scope things out. His good looks and personality made it easy for him to enter the bank and put on the charm to find out inside information.<br />
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The Peru Indiana police remembered how Homer Van Meter posed as a detective magazine reporter. Homer told the Peru police that he was working on a story about an old Miami County robbery. The Peru police thought that Homer was like a “friend,” until he showed up a few days later with the Dillinger gang. The Dillinger gang along with Van Meter, seized $2,000 of the police arsenal.<br />
The Dillinger gang often drove in stolen cars, and one time they were in a car with Michigan plates when a police car came upon them. John Dillinger was reported to have been ready for a shootout, when Homer stopped him, left the car, and went up to the police car. He told them that they were from Michigan, and they needed to know how to get back on the right road to Michigan. He then showed an interest in the squad car and their machine guns. Homer said, “It’s a wicked weapon and would end John Dillinger if you found him.” Homer cheerfully shouted, “Good Night.” As he went back to the stolen car and John Dillinger.<br />
Homer didn’t write letters home, and his relatives said that they had nothing to do with him. One winter day his brother Harry went to his garage where his beat up old car was parked. When he entered the garage he saw a beautiful shiny new car with the keys and the title on the front seat. Harry had to go to court and prove that the car was a repayment for money that Homer owed Harry.<br />
Information from The News-Sentinel, Fort Wayne, IN newspaper microfilm August 24 & 25, 1934, ACPL, Fort Wayne, IN.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530244137786892967.post-15807527665628342142009-07-20T10:22:00.000-07:002009-07-20T10:37:32.379-07:00Mickey's Monday MadnessMickey Pickard Crites Irwin Clift Jenson.<br />Mickey Pickard (Crites Irwin Clifft) Jenson b. 26 Mar 1850 d. 19 Jan 1929.<br />Mickey has been a real puzzle. She was married four times, and out lived all four husbands. Her first husband Thomas Crites is buried in Tulip Cemetery, Greene County, IN. Her second husband Solomon Irwin (don't know where he is buried). Her third husband John Clifft is buried next to his first wife in Walnut Grove Cemetery, Greene County, IN. Her fourth husband John Jenson b. 24 Aug 1851 is buried by his first wife Margaret in Grandview Cemetery, Greene County, Indiana. <br />Is Mickey a nickname for Mary?<br />Where is Mickey buried?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332098688310744163noreply@blogger.com0