tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637648363167399252024-02-06T18:38:51.569-08:00Rambling ThoughtsOut of my MindBrenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-15054196574760198582015-10-17T17:41:00.000-07:002016-01-17T09:51:21.790-08:00No More Blue!<span lang="ru"><br /></span><br />
The Owen Block, 121 - 127 Chestnut Street, Evansville, has taken on a new look with the removal of the blue paint.<br />
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With most of the blue paint removed</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 17 October 2015, <i>Rambling Thoughts - Out of my Mind,</i> Brenda Joyce Jerome, C.G.</span></div>
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-9067881784099591112015-08-29T17:31:00.001-07:002015-08-30T05:44:37.967-07:00My Singing CareerDuring the early and mid-1950s, girl singing groups were popular. When I was a high school freshman, 3-4 girls in my school formed their own group. They were among the most popular girls in school, each one was beautiful and every one could sing. They were an instant hit. My friends and I were impressed so we decided to form a similar group. I think we were really hoping some of their beauty and talent would rub off on us. <i>{sigh} </i>Our group didn't last long. We lacked a major ingredient ... we could not sing. That ended our singing career.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 29 August 2015, <i>Rambling Thoughts ... Out of My Mind by Brenda Joyce Jerome</i></span>Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-65369679463582834252015-05-17T16:54:00.002-07:002015-05-17T17:37:43.300-07:00Tenants of the Owen Block - B.F. Dickson<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Mr. and Mr.
Barton F. Dickson moved into 121 Chestnut Street in January 1894. He was employed
by the L & N. Railroad as
superintendent of the St. Louis -
Henderson division. The family's stay at the Owen Flats was marked by sadness.
Just 10 months after their move, their daughter, Bessie, just six months old,
died of cholera infantum. <a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/DicksonOwenBlock.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Friends
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On the 22nd
of April 1896, John, the six year old son of Mr. and Mr. Dickson, was playing
with several neighborhood children along Chestnut Street. They found a container
with an unknown mixture and, being inquisitive children, decided to taste it.
The events were published in the local
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"As the result of
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roaches, while at play, two
children, John Dickson and Loretta Ricketts lie dead at their homes, 119 and 121
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"Frolicking in the front
yard of the Ricketts' with a group of neighborhood children, they ran across a half-empty can of
the poison, and as one of its parts was a syrup of some sort, they eagerly ate the
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The funeral
for John Dickson was conducted at the Dickson home and burial took place at Oak
Hill Cemetery. The pall bearers were headed by Mr. Walsh of the L. & N.
Railroad of Howell and the different departments of the company were
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, thus showing their deep regret in the death of the little boy and their
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B.F. Dickson
was appointed captain of an engineering corps at the beginning of the
Spanish-American War and enlisted a number of Evansville young men in his
company. He had charge
of the preparation of the camp at Montauk Point, New York, where the soldiers
from the Cuban campaign were taken for recuperation before they were mustered
out. After the war, Dickson was employed with the Southern Railroad Company and
later became superintendent of the street railway at Kansas City, Missouri,
where he died 10 May 1904. His remains were buried at Oak Hill Cemetery.</div>
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"Bessie Dickson Death of Infant.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 17 May 2015, <i>Rambling Thoughts ... Out of My Mind</i>, Brenda Joyce Jerome, C.G.</span></div>
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-23959137074177087142015-05-01T07:02:00.000-07:002015-05-01T17:03:19.280-07:00Tenants of the Owen Block - Short Term<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some folks
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for a year or so and then moved elsewhere. Below are three families who were short term
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Fred Jones,
manager of Blemker Stone Company of Evansville, moved to the Owen Block in May
1883 and still lived there in December 1884. By July 1885, Mr. and Mrs. Jones
had moved to Golconda, Illinois<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>, staying
there but a short time before moving to Dallas. It was reported in an
Evansville newspaper that Jones, manager of Avery Branch Plow House of Dallas,
had passed through Evansville. "He reports his boy, who was born here and
named after Dr. Owen, as being proud of his Hoosier birth."<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></div>
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"William
L. Heysinger, local manager of the Monarch Sleeping Car Company, was married on
the 17th inst. at Columbia, S.C. to Miss Mary L. McAlister. He held high
position in Mr. Lincoln's administration."<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> A month
later the newspaper reported the newlyweds had taken a suite of rooms at 123
Chestnut Street in the Owen Block.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> The next
year the couple had moved to Jacksonville, Florida, where he continued as an
agent for the Monarch Parlor Sleeping Car Company.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></div>
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Ethelbert T.
Kemper was 20 years old when he was enumerated on the 1880 Garrard County,
Kentucky census<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
in the household of Andrew Kemper. E.T.
Kemper married Annie Van Pelt by 1890. Mr. and Mrs. Kemper, along with their
children John and Laura, moved to Evansville before 1900. That year they were
enumerated on the Vanderburgh County census at 127 Chestnut Street, Owen Block.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> The Kemper family moved on to Indianapolis by
1910. Annie Kemper died in 12 February 1919 in Fayette County, Kentucky<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> and her
husband, Ethelbert T. Kemper, died 1944 in
Elmhurst, DuPage County, Illinois. <a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockJonesHeysingerKemper.doc#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Both are
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"Personal," Evansville <i>Journal</i>,
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1887 Jacksonville, Florida City Directory, p. 127.</div>
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1880 Garrard County, Kentucky census, E.D. 44, p. 543D.</div>
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1900 Vanderburgh County, Indiana census, Pigeon Township, E.D. 0088, p. 9A.</div>
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Kentucky Death Certificate #5534, Annie VanPelt Kemper, age 56, parents William
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Illinois Deaths and Stillbirths 1916-1947, Ethelbert T. Kemper, born 23
September 1860 and died 26 June 1944. His parents were listed as Andrew Kemper
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Edward N.
Viele was born June 1860 into one of the most prominent families in Evansville.
His father, Charles Viele, was president of the First National Bank and a
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The 1880
Vanderburgh County shows Charles and Mary Viele with their younger son Edward,
who was age 20 and "off at school,"<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockTenantsViele.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face=""Calibri","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> along
with their older son Walter and his wife, Maggie. They were living in the platial family home at 704 Water Street, now re-addressed as 400 SE Riverside Drive. </div>
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Edward was
educated in preparatory schools in Connecticut and in Europe. By 1885, he was
back in Evansville, where he met Miss Daisy Potter of Delaware, Ohio, who often
visited a sister living in Evansville. Their marriage occurred 8 April 1885 in
Ohio and was followed by a wedding tour to Cincinnati, Louisville and New Orleans.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockTenantsViele.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face=""Calibri","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Later that year the local newspaper reported
that Mr. and Mrs. Ed Viele had moved to one of the flats in the Owen Block.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockTenantsViele.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face=""Calibri","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> </div>
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Edward Viele
was a merchandise broker and proprietor of Caldwell-Viele Co. of Evansville. Apparently,
they did not live at the Owen Block very long because the 1890 City Directory
lists their home address as 624 Upper 2nd Street <a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwenBlockTenantsViele.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face=""Calibri","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> He was a
musician of note and he and Mrs. Viele were very active in the social scene of
Evansville. They had one son, Douglas,
who died of meningitis at Fort Benjamin
Harrison in 1917. The Vieles were active
members of St. Paul's Episcopal Church, just one block from the Owen Block. </div>
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By 1920, Mr. and Mrs. Edward N. Viele were living in his father's former home on Riverside Drive. In late
February 1924, Mr. and Mrs. Viele left on a trip to Chicago and beyond. On the 1st day of March, Mr. Viele died
suddenly in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His remains were brought back to Evansville
for burial at Oak Hill Cemetery.</div>
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Mrs. Viele
continued to live in Evansville and remained active in social circles until her
death 2 September 1937. She had been an officer of the Rathbone Memorial Home
as well as the Public Health Nursing Association and the Fortnightly Literary
Club. She, too, was a member of St. Paul's Episcopal Church. </div>
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A number of
paintings were bequeathed in Mrs. Viele's will to St. Paul's Church and to the
Society of Fine Arts and History. The paintings were given as a memorial to her
late husband, whose father, Charles Viele, had collected many of them during
trips abroad. Other art items were given in memory of her deceased son, Douglas. </div>
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1890 Evansville City Directory, p. 470.</div>
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One of the few single women to live in the Owen Block during
the first 20 years of its existence was Mrs. Belle Murray, wife or widow of
Enos Murray of Owensboro, Kentucky. When
or if they they married is unknown. Belle, age 31, and her daughter Minnie, age
10, first appear on the 1880 Daviess County, Kentucky census. By 1886, they are
living in Evansville, where a new items stated Minnie Murray of Evansville had
been visiting her father, Enos, a railroad agent in Owensboro.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3663764836316739925#_ftn1" title="">[1]</a></span></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3663764836316739925#_ftn1" title=""><!--[endif]--></a></span></div>
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Belle, a
widow, and Minnie lived at 515 Upper 1st Street in Evansville 1899-1900.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3663764836316739925#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
The 1900 Vanderburgh County census lists Belle's occupation as modiste, or
dressmaker. A brief news item in an Evansville newspaper in 1902
announced that Mrs. Belle Murray had moved her family to the Owen flats.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3663764836316739925#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
From 1902 through 1907, the Murrays lived at 125 Chestnut Street and later
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By 1903 Mrs.
Belle Murray and her daughter had moved away from the Owen Block. When she died
in January 1926, she was living in the Harrison Apartments at 626 S. 1st
Street. The funeral was in her home with
the Rev. Powell, rector of St. Paul's Episcopal Church, officiated. Belle's survivors
included her daughter, Minnie, and two sisters living in Owensboro. She was
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Minnie
Murray continued to live in Evansville, where she had a distinguished career in
the trust department of Old National Bank and was a prominent member of the
Altrusa Club of Evansville. Miss Minnie Murray, 75, died at the Rathbone Home
in February 1948 and was buried at Locust Hill Cemetery.</div>
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Work on the
Owen Block has begun. Judging by the number of trucks on Chestnut Street and
the noise from hammers and saws, no time is being wasted in stabilizing this
beautiful old building. Fire escapes go from upstairs windows down to
the ground, but there are no rear doors to the outside. A workman told us the
fire escapes are all being removed, but he did not know if this was a temporary
situation or not.</div>
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In the above
photo, note the door. It's hard to say if this door was from the time the
building was constructed, but it certainly appears to be old. I wonder if it
was in use when Sidney W. Douglas moved to the Owen Block in 1894.</div>
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Douglas, a
professional photographer, moved his
family from New York to Evansville in 1878. For a time in the early 1890s, he
lived at 1002 Upper Water Street, but moved to 125 Chestnut Street in 1894. The
Douglas family consisted of S.W. and his wife, Lucy Ellen Tucker, and their
three sons, James, Dallas and Kenneth. The second son, Dallas, had worked on
steamboats as a cub pilot and later as a freight clerk and shipping clerk
before becoming a traveling salesman for the Crown Baking Powder Company of
Chicago. He contracted typhoid fever and
passed away 26 May 1895. The funeral took place at nearby St. Paul's Episcopal
Church with burial at Oak Hill Cemetery.</div>
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The Douglas
family continued to live at the Owen Block from 1894 until at least 1901. In
1904, they were living at 426 Upper 1st Street.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwensBlock4Apr2015.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></div>
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S.W. Douglas
was initiated into Masonry in May 1877 and at his death was the only past grand
master living in Evansville. Douglas
suffered a blow in 1910 of his photographer's studio on the third floor of the
old Bray building on First Street, between Main and Locust Streets, in the fire
that originated in the Fendrick building.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwensBlock4Apr2015.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> In this fire the negatives collected in a
career of 40 years were destroyed. Rather than reopen a gallery, Mr. Douglas
retired.</div>
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In addition
to being one of the most prominent Masons in Indiana, Douglas was president of
the Board of Children's Guardians. He helped bring about its organization in
1898 and became president of the board in 1900. It was through his efforts that
the home on Lincoln Avenue was built in 1904.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/OwensBlock4Apr2015.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></div>
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On the first
day of January 1916, both S.W. Douglas and his wife contracted "the
grip." Douglas became a victim while on an inspection trip to a Masonic
commandery in Aurora, Illinois. Mrs. Douglas became ill at their home at 816
Upper 1st Street. Just seven hours after Mrs. Douglas died on 10 January 1916,
her husband passed away. The funeral was held at the home with the Rev. A.L.
Murray of St. Paul's Episcopal Church in charge. Mr. and Mrs. Douglas were
buried beside their son, Dallas, at Oak Hill Cemetery.</div>
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"Partners of Half Century Called a Few Hours Apart," Evansville <i>Journal-News</i>," Tuesday, 11 January
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 5 April 2015, <i>Rambling Thoughts ... Out of My Mind, </i>http://brendasopinions.blogspot.com/</span></div>
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-49008047303118216232015-03-29T05:00:00.000-07:002015-08-03T06:21:33.190-07:00Tenants of the Owen Block - Michael Lyon<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
One of my
favorite tenants of the Owen Block was the Michael Lyon family. About 15-20
years ago Ruth Lyon, wife of Michael, had been the focus of a research project involving
an autograph book belonging to Capt. John Strother Chapman during the Civil
War. Through that project I learned that Ruth David, daughter of William and
Barilla David of Uniontown, Kentucky, had married Michael Lyon in 1863. They
later moved to Evansville and lived on Chestnut Street in what I called the Blue Building, but is now known as the Owen Block.</div>
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Michael Lyon
was born in New York City in 1833 and moved to Ohio where he studied law before
moving to Evansville about 1856. Michael Lyon was a man of many talents.
Shortly after his marriage, he opened a private bank, known as "the
Continental Bank under the firm name of M. Lyon & Co., Mrs. Lyon being the
company."<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
The latter part of 1865 he went to New York, where he engaged in gold
speculation. Unfortunately, this did not work out and he lost over $100,000.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> </div>
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Lyon
returned to Evansville, where he went into the clothing business, becoming the
first ready- made clothier in the city. It was in the clothing and tailoring
business that he achieved his greatest financial success. At the time of his death, M. Lyon, Clothier was located at 228-230 Main
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Before
moving to the Owen Block, the Lyon family lived at the St. George Hotel, where
the now-closed McCurdy Hotel is located. The family moved into 123 Chestnut
Street (Owen Block) by 1891, where they were living when Michael Lyon died of
"congestion of the brain"<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> 24 May
1893. The funeral took place at the home on Chestnut Street with the Rev. Charles Morris of the nearby St.
Paul's Episcopal Church officiating. Survivors of Michael Lyon included his widow,
Ruth, and two sons, William and Robert, the youngest son, Webb, having drowned in 1882 while
visiting relatives in Union County, Kentucky.</div>
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Ruth Lyon
continued to live at the Owen Block another year after her husband's death and
then moved to 816 Upper 1st Street. <a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> A few
months later, Ruth Lyon entered into a partnership with Charles A. Habbe to
conduct a clothing business under the name of M. Lyon Clothing Store.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> The
partnership was to remain in effect
until the 1st day of August 1903, but a Notice of Dissolution, effective
12 June 1900, appeared in the local newspaper.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></div>
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For the rest
of her life, Ruth Lyon divided her time between Citronelle, Mobile County, Alabama
and Evansville. In 1911, her son.
Robert, died in Citronelle and, on 9 February 1921, Ruth Lyon passed away in
Evansville from pneumonia and old age. She had been born in 1840 in Union
County, Kentucky. Her only survivors were a son, Will Lyon, and a younger
sister. Will Lyon would pass away just
two years later.</div>
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A beautiful
monument in Oak Hill Cemetery in
Evansville marks the burial places of the entire Lyon family. Only the names of
Michael and Webb Lyon are engraved on the monument, but cemetery records show
that Ruth and her sons, Robert and Will, are also buried there.</div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/Brenda/Desktop/LyonMichael.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> <i>Ibid.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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"Notice of Dissolution," <i>Evansville
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 28 March 2015, <i>Rambling Thoughts ... Out of My Mind, </i>http://brendasopinions.blogspot.com/</span></div>
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-85094770700114446942015-03-24T12:30:00.000-07:002015-03-24T14:12:36.889-07:00Tenants of the Owen Block - Evansville, Indiana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Owen
Block in Evansville has been in the news a lot recently. Should it be
demolished because of its poor condition or should it be restored because of
its unique architecture? I am pleased that
it looks like the proponents for restoration are currently in the lead. Built
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Dr.<b> </b>A.M. Owen built the Owen Block in 1882
and the building consisted of four three-floors-plus-basement townhouses at
121-127 Chestnut Street. The building was also known as the Owen Flats. Dr.
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This type of housing was new to Evansville. In
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in 1909, the following was written: "Flats are increasingly popular in
Evansville. Thirty years ago the only buildings in the city which were known as
flats were the Owen houses on Chestnut street between Second and Third streets.
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if Dr. Owen was a visionary of what Evansville needed. At any rate, he provided
something new in housing for the citizens of Evansville, but who was Dr. Owen
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Abraham Miconius Owen was born 19
March 1849 in Madisonville, Kentucky, the son of Dr. A.B. Owen. After a common
school education, he studied medicine and received his diploma from Bellevue
Medical College in 1870. After serving on the staff there for a short while following graduation, he moved to Evansville, where he was associated with the local
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Dr. Owen married Laura Jerauld 20
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and professor of surgery at the Medical College of Evansville. His medical
office was located at 504 Upper 1st Street and his residence was at 615 Upper
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Dr. Owen was involved in the municipal
as well as medical affairs of Evansville. He served as president of the local
medical society and, with two other physicians, published a medical magazine.
One of his biggest ventures was with Dr.
Edwin Walker in the establishment of the Evansville Sanitarium in 1894 at 712
Upper 4th Street. The sanitarium, later renamed Walker Hospital, was the
forerunner of Welborn Baptist Hospital. Evansville Sanitarium contained three
floors, each one supplied with hot and cold baths and provided the latest facilities for patients. The sanitarium had accommodations for 20
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The tenants of the Owen Block were
among the more prominent residents of Evansville. Many worked nearby and a
number worshiped at St. Paul's Episcopal Church at 301 SE 1st Street or Grace Presbyterian Church at 601 SE 2nd
Street. Social events at the Owen Block were often described in the local
newspapers. One such event, hosted by Mrs. Owen, was a "high
tea" with an orange theme - from the ribbons tied around sandwiches to the
dress of the hostess. Color-theme parties were described as "in vogue in Washington,
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-68840280005378395452015-01-13T11:44:00.000-08:002015-01-13T11:46:07.352-08:00John Morgan Joyce 1913 - 1975In my mind's eye my dad is still middle aged, but in my heart I know he would be 102 years old if he were living. He left this world at the age of almost 62 in 1975.<br />
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My memories are growing dimmer and I can barely remember the sound of his voice. That bothers me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Published 13 January 2015, <em>Rambling Thoughts </em>by Brenda Joyce Jerome, CG.</span><em></em></div>
Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-69927748662797922192013-08-02T04:30:00.000-07:002013-08-02T04:30:00.078-07:00147 Years AgoOne hundred forty-seven years ago Reddick Smith and Mary Ann Wolstenholme married in Goodlettsville, Davidson County, Tennessee. Reddick had served in the Union army during the just-ended Civil War. Apparently, he met Mary Ann while stationed in Tennessee and elected to remain there after the war. Shortly after 1870, however, they moved to Hardin County, Illinois, where Reddick had been reared and where his family lived. They settled into life on a farm and remained there except for a brief time in the state of Washington.<br />
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Reddick died 14 April 1913 and Mary Ann died 7 January 1933. Both are buried at Central Cemetery, but Mary Ann has no tombstone.<br />
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-43340046400359514832013-05-10T10:06:00.002-07:002022-07-04T11:21:30.563-07:00Lost Art of Letter Writing<div><i>The following post was published on my Rambling Thoughts blog on 10 May 2013. still feel the same way about the lost art of letter writing and treasure the letters saved by my mother and also ones I saved from her. Are letters among your treasure, too?</i></div><div><br /></div>After my parents married in 1937 and settled across the Ohio River to Illinois, Mother's father in Kentucky kept in touch with her through notes and post cards. Some of these notes said little more than he was thinking of her and hoped she was well. Other times he wrote about the rest of the family, their illnesses and their day-to-day life. As I read these notes today, it strikes me that no great event was ever mentioned, but these notes were important enough to my mother that she saved them. This was the way my mother and her father anchored their connection when they could not be together.<br />
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When I married and moved away, I stayed in touch with my parents through long letters in which I told of life as a newlywed in a large city and with a new job. After the children were born, I wrote about their activities, from their first words to their first steps and to their first days of school. After my mother died, I found a stack of these letters that she had saved and I have a few letters she wrote me. These letters were our way of staying connected even though we lived far apart.<br />
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It is sad that the art of communication through letters has been lost. Because we all seem constantly in a hurry, we dash off an email or send a text message to our loved ones. But it isn't the same. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Brenda Joyce Jerome, 4 July 2022, Rambling Thoughts </span></i></div>Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-55217217607733549882013-01-16T11:25:00.000-08:002013-01-16T13:24:36.990-08:00Humor Has Gone MissingSomewhere along the way, we lost our sense of humor. What used to tickle our funny bone ceases to amuse us. What formerly made us laugh out loud no longer brings a grin to our face. What happened?<br />
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Since everything appears to relate to politics today, it seems natural to blame it on the Republicans ... everyone else does. Or should we blame the Democrats? Which shall it be?<br />
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The way I figure it, politics was still fun when Bill Clinton asked us to believe that he never had a relationship with Monica of the Blue Dress fame. We all knew he had his fingers crossed behind his back when he said that. So, we laughed and wondered how he would next entertain us.<br />
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Then along came George W. Bush with his wicked little boy grin and habit of saying the wrong thing. Who wouldn't be tickled by our 43rd president? The animosity between the two political parties was increasing, but there were still fun moments, even after 9-11.<br />
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But when the Bush family left for Texas and the Chicago Crowd took up residency on Pennsylvania Avenue, the mood changed. Fun was out. Humor vanished. Jokes taboo. Now people of different political persuasions don't talk or laugh or even attempt to have a good time. <br />
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Life is dull. Where is the humor? We miss Tim Russert.Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-81232089394564082462013-01-13T08:32:00.000-08:002015-01-13T11:45:25.633-08:00Anniversary of My Dad's Birth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of my father, John Morgan Joyce. He was born in Sharp County, Arkansas shortly after his family had moved there from Hardin County, Illinois. The family didn't stay long in Arkansas and returned to Hardin County. <br />
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He graduated from high school during the Great Depression and, because there were no jobs and there was no money for college, he continued attending high school classes. He used to say that he was the only person he knew who had five years of high school Latin.<br />
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On the 24th of July 1937, my dad married my mother, A. Lavern Croft, in Crittenden County, Kentucky. They lived in Rosiclare, Hardin County, Illinois, New Harmony, Posey County, Indiana and Salem, Livingston County, Kentucky. His life was not easy and he had many health problems.<br />
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My dad passed away on the 6th of December 1975 at a hospital in Paducah, Kentucky and was laid to rest at Salem Cemetery, Salem, Kentucky.<br />
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He's been gone now more than 37 years. May he Rest in Peace.<br />
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-13131218636088467502012-12-02T03:00:00.000-08:002012-12-02T05:51:44.582-08:00In Memory <div style="text-align: center;">
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Rather than fight the crowds at the mall on Black Friday, we took off for southern Illinois to see my cousin and her husband and to visit several family cemeteries. On the way to my cousin's house, we stopped in Elizabethtown, the county seat of Hardin County, Illinois. E'town is small, but full of history. One of my favorite places is the county courthouse. Many records for my family are found in this courthouse.</div>
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Two earlier courthouses were destroyed by fire so the earliest records, except for one deed book, date from 1884. At the bottom of the courthouse hill is the historic <a href="http://www.therosehotelbb.com/index.html">Rose Hotel</a></div>
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In front of the Rose Hotel, facing the Ohio River, is a Gazebo, providing a cool place to sit and watch river traffic.</div>
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Among older buildings in E'town is an old public school building. I don't know the when or how long this school was open, but I would guess sometime in the 20th century.</div>
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Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-37554781020418721332012-06-16T10:04:00.015-07:002012-06-16T10:30:43.470-07:00Saturday Morning Ramblings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pl7Ynpp6MBAPw-hLPp2JnVzsLqqEFZiqYFlEwo0gmRtZt6yK_ndkbI0aiPaWLVFvN-78RDqL03vrwhmR6ezXo-IIMyMLDGjFST7PO8EvilNdMeWUZ5DG-WJNKKHuB7IgWcPmgL3Q0Oxg/s1600/KlippelZoahCh16Jun2012.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pl7Ynpp6MBAPw-hLPp2JnVzsLqqEFZiqYFlEwo0gmRtZt6yK_ndkbI0aiPaWLVFvN-78RDqL03vrwhmR6ezXo-IIMyMLDGjFST7PO8EvilNdMeWUZ5DG-WJNKKHuB7IgWcPmgL3Q0Oxg/s320/KlippelZoahCh16Jun2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754684126230926162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcHm84r76YDuLKA47z6Bt1b57alF45sDIJXFn38yLvgHEXxXVk9doiJy9JnD6XD76f6vEsKLWoUIXk1SH-j_ksS5DfCxQgWQr2OmreqrPXjEGWKZIgIAmmRwv37KukPifpQBMtiy2aLzr/s1600/ZoarChurch16Jun2012.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcHm84r76YDuLKA47z6Bt1b57alF45sDIJXFn38yLvgHEXxXVk9doiJy9JnD6XD76f6vEsKLWoUIXk1SH-j_ksS5DfCxQgWQr2OmreqrPXjEGWKZIgIAmmRwv37KukPifpQBMtiy2aLzr/s320/ZoarChurch16Jun2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754683607463663570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P8RaGzPs-edNQUQiWChLjG8yryJPht1k-PAtwYjfD-YovxW9ZdZT5dTW2ypOiJjdNM-gPPZYiTEB7aWh9pTJQVtKwM2mLiQHDis3lUWlkfu_3mwaumvUNLFfB_X8wZM7FqReKMNorpSl/s1600/MetalMarkersZoar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P8RaGzPs-edNQUQiWChLjG8yryJPht1k-PAtwYjfD-YovxW9ZdZT5dTW2ypOiJjdNM-gPPZYiTEB7aWh9pTJQVtKwM2mLiQHDis3lUWlkfu_3mwaumvUNLFfB_X8wZM7FqReKMNorpSl/s320/MetalMarkersZoar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754684394072317906" /></a><br /><br /><br />What can be more fun than ranbling through the countryside visiting old cemeteries? This morning we visited Zoar United Church of Christ Church Cemetery in Warrick County, Indiana. It was established in 1857. The cemetery is well maintained and the tombstones are arranged in neat rows. Many of the inscriptions are in German.<br /><br />Nearby is St. John's Catholic Cemetery, where many of the names on the tombstones are also German. It, too, is beautifully maintained. A long time ago someone told me that crosses often are a part of tombstones for Catholics. I don't know if this is true or not, but there are certainly a lot of crosses on tombstones in this cemetery.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rvSbzaaVS3Bva5N1fmNdPH36BGv7ySwFcGMV0TVLeCwIHy0mhVR7SKMDxcYINagrxgGZPdj31ETY65gHjy4LK0oPvA3CoPoQv9kX7ow0Borrn8jbjT1qrGOcl5aVf_oDfa33O4Bf3aF7/s1600/StJohns216Jun2012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rvSbzaaVS3Bva5N1fmNdPH36BGv7ySwFcGMV0TVLeCwIHy0mhVR7SKMDxcYINagrxgGZPdj31ETY65gHjy4LK0oPvA3CoPoQv9kX7ow0Borrn8jbjT1qrGOcl5aVf_oDfa33O4Bf3aF7/s320/StJohns216Jun2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754685369506745410" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5otzwgT8_40JZ4FDobMl2TmuZk7pLquDolQviLxeQS1g2KvlKa2d2tCgHuWeZL8ABsKpbEwxHsNLw5CGGoiY0RiZej0TeIrm6AkfiFzZoiVd5cueb40KWn2VDKTF05qUkkHEl1ptwqdWe/s1600/StJohns16June2012.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5otzwgT8_40JZ4FDobMl2TmuZk7pLquDolQviLxeQS1g2KvlKa2d2tCgHuWeZL8ABsKpbEwxHsNLw5CGGoiY0RiZej0TeIrm6AkfiFzZoiVd5cueb40KWn2VDKTF05qUkkHEl1ptwqdWe/s320/StJohns16June2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754685951130065490" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdqhfRifD2kK2XsyWFkaXEWKJc2AE4DWAxhKFYarrJ55doza69QZAyPQJZwZKwq1HAJ_HlqrTZ8xaZsMP1fGCg5s8CmwX-5b51ba9Bw-eRgEK5X3lSdVwgVuwjtlx09T9aIjHeoFpMCSr/s1600/RodeStJohns16Jun2012.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdqhfRifD2kK2XsyWFkaXEWKJc2AE4DWAxhKFYarrJ55doza69QZAyPQJZwZKwq1HAJ_HlqrTZ8xaZsMP1fGCg5s8CmwX-5b51ba9Bw-eRgEK5X3lSdVwgVuwjtlx09T9aIjHeoFpMCSr/s320/RodeStJohns16Jun2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5754686230028955858" /></a>Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-23474927041864844202012-01-20T11:35:00.000-08:002012-01-20T11:42:56.882-08:00The Last YearI have been thinking a lot about my mother's last Christmas. I have promised myself not to dwell on memories of past Christmases, but here I am. <br /><br />In early December of 2005, it was evident that Mother could no longer live in Kentucky. She was a recent widow, had a number of health problems and lived two hours from me, her only living child. So, we packed up enough furniture to furnish a two bedroom apartment and moved her here so I could keep an eye on her. It was not an easy decision for either of us to make. She would not be close to her friends and the few remaining siblings in Kentucky. I was bound to lose some of my treasured independence and this was difficult for me to accept. But, neither of us had a choice and the move was made.<br /><br />After getting her moved into her apartment, first on the agenda was finding her a doctor she liked. After this was achieved, we entered the merry-go-round of doctor visits, sometimes followed by trips to the Emergency Room. <br /><br />Lest you think all we did was things of a medical nature, be assured we did other things, too. We drove out in the country where we lived when I was a child, visited what little family we had in the area and went out for lunch a lot. Mother made friends with her new neighbors and even joined exercise and Bible study groups in the clubhouse at her apartment complex. She adapted to her new surroundings quickly and never once mentioned being lonely or missing her friends in Kentucky.<br /><br />We also had time to talk and get used to living close to each other for the first time in many years. I heard stories old and new and had the opportunity to ask questions about her family and her childhood. I heard about when she and my dad were courting and where they were allowed to go (church) and not allowed to go (anywhere not church). Mother told me that after she and my dad married and moved across the Ohio River to Illinois, she felt like she was a million miles from her family even though she visited them often. Mother had always been a good storyteller and she had not lost her touch as she grew older.<br /><br />Ten months after the move to Indiana, Mother learned she needed by-pass surgery. She did well and was recovering in a rehab center when her health began to deteriorate. She was in and out of the hospital several times. When I was a child, she comforted me by singing and it was my turn to do the same for her. Her favorite saying was "Better Days Are Coming." I lost count of the number of times I said that to her, not knowing if she heard me or not. On the 4th of December 2006, Mother quietly passed away. She was laid to rest beside my dad and my brother in the cemetery in Salem, where so many of our relatives are buried.<br /><br />It is said that the pain of losing someone eases as time passes. I don't know if that is true or not. Sometimes there is such an ache to have one more conversation with Mother. I do know that last year, as hard as it was, brought us closer and I would not trade it for anything.Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-28977442158325888352011-12-21T08:52:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:07:28.883-08:00Christmas MemoriesHow often have you heard someone say, "Christmas just isn't what it used to be now that the children are grown." A lot, I bet. It's true, most of our Christmas memories are wrapped around family gatherings, finding just the right gifts for our children and then watching their faces as they see them on Christmas morning.<br /><br />While we can't go back and have things the way they used to be, we can remember those days in our minds and with our photographs.<br /><br />Here are two of my favorite Christmas photographs. The first, taken in 1968, is of my daughter, age 18 months, with her best buddy, Monkey Joe. She wagged that stuffed monkey around for years, sometimes strapped on her back.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDY46IudJY21MEIPJKHrItgfJzIidcE7qWFv10Uow-Pps8jC2mff-RhSZDPJqXdAAduToTyq6iwhG-V6g9QCjxDjphRJfe9P9MnzIxW_Y0rUEC9u6T4UoaMOZubjITwWzEruXzcTWn7z8/s1600/Christmas1968.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDY46IudJY21MEIPJKHrItgfJzIidcE7qWFv10Uow-Pps8jC2mff-RhSZDPJqXdAAduToTyq6iwhG-V6g9QCjxDjphRJfe9P9MnzIxW_Y0rUEC9u6T4UoaMOZubjITwWzEruXzcTWn7z8/s400/Christmas1968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688627845135937746" /></a><br /><br />This photo is from 1971, the year my son was introduced to race cars. Who knew this little purple vehicle would inspire him to drive a much larger - and faster - race car when he was barely 16 years old. His 4 year old sister is holding her treasured Mrs. Beasley. I love this photograph.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYyFPpJqCm61yz8hwbuhMLG9x5_j0Wp02Q1_NM2v58o5t8dxh27hPx2UwiuIRSg1beWFxb0Y8FK5ZN16GQQe9h8BYWGATdSzAqA5srXol0ABAF_-QemVl3Fisxo-IqpU-aeKByw3CHAS/s1600/Christmas1971.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYyFPpJqCm61yz8hwbuhMLG9x5_j0Wp02Q1_NM2v58o5t8dxh27hPx2UwiuIRSg1beWFxb0Y8FK5ZN16GQQe9h8BYWGATdSzAqA5srXol0ABAF_-QemVl3Fisxo-IqpU-aeKByw3CHAS/s400/Christmas1971.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688628424654314162" /></a><br /><br />Good times. Good memories.Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-48180379506505338422011-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:002012-11-28T05:33:41.189-08:00In Memory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5H28qhLBjzCOyMg0NQ8eqEDvz6vR4heIUCo0m9htSO-HAcq3DC8kwjwAs7fNjprbtwxOHcZ7SNEQlNmalbu3yYDos2q5n46JPQM7Q1NFVsLk_UJAMn3RrRDSoUDjQlatL5UQCVefgi9U/s1600/Lavern1936.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681999266181158098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5H28qhLBjzCOyMg0NQ8eqEDvz6vR4heIUCo0m9htSO-HAcq3DC8kwjwAs7fNjprbtwxOHcZ7SNEQlNmalbu3yYDos2q5n46JPQM7Q1NFVsLk_UJAMn3RrRDSoUDjQlatL5UQCVefgi9U/s400/Lavern1936.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 386px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /></a><br />
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A. Lavern Croft Joyce Workman<br />
7 July 1919 - 4 December 2006<br />
Photograph From July 1936<br />
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Mother<br />
Gone But Not Forgotten</div>
Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-26897858595474015912011-11-11T02:49:00.000-08:002011-11-11T02:49:00.132-08:00In Flanders Fields<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_f69uShJs9t_os6Ypx7_EvzLvXOrmt48pPMrWL-ALKWOX1_UZhLyilnaS_N2RtfRuTJGom1ntnlhlo5hyphenhyphenn5ZPtqZ89XyluI4-RvzMdM0L4D_O34BBWkTPON6HzfC7-28shl5Y_0orRqe/s1600/FlandersPhoto.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_f69uShJs9t_os6Ypx7_EvzLvXOrmt48pPMrWL-ALKWOX1_UZhLyilnaS_N2RtfRuTJGom1ntnlhlo5hyphenhyphenn5ZPtqZ89XyluI4-RvzMdM0L4D_O34BBWkTPON6HzfC7-28shl5Y_0orRqe/s400/FlandersPhoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672422527267100258" /></a><br /> <em>Photograph of underground bunker where John McCrae, Canadian, worked at Essex Farms, near Ypres. Photograph by McKayla Jerome Bohanna 2010.</em><br /><br /><div align = "center">In Flanders Fields<br />by John McCrae 1915<br /><br />In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br />Between the crosses, row on row,<br />That mark our place; and in the sky<br />The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br />Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br /><br />We are the Dead. Short days ago<br />We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br />Loved and were loved, and now we lie<br />In Flanders fields.<br /><br />Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br />To you from failing hands we throw<br />The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />If ye break faith with us who die<br />We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />In Flanders fields.</div>Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-18138148277335688512011-11-06T08:10:00.001-08:002012-03-25T08:52:09.335-07:00Trip to Colorado Springs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ8IxFrmdWsxNMnrzL32WBvxi9GRTvl7mT9cQeRlDdzqocSORZS9g32WEYSW1DpcS-0EKZFxuB6_N9XzD2bV4mufO2NIp_2PAWk0cxZ2PamBnK8Z7IpvqspdfrpsBls1YzdaqxY_aRkt2/s1600/JoyceFamilyColorado.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ8IxFrmdWsxNMnrzL32WBvxi9GRTvl7mT9cQeRlDdzqocSORZS9g32WEYSW1DpcS-0EKZFxuB6_N9XzD2bV4mufO2NIp_2PAWk0cxZ2PamBnK8Z7IpvqspdfrpsBls1YzdaqxY_aRkt2/s320/JoyceFamilyColorado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671924606796493826" /></a> I think the first real vacation trip my family took was in the early 1950s when we visited relatives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Uncle Oakley, my dad's brother, had a week off work so the adults decided to pack both families (all eight of us) in the car and drive more than 1,000 miles across country non-stop. I don't know how we all fit into the car, but I do not remember being uncomfortable. At some point on this trip, I slept on the ledge under the rear window ... or so I recall.<br /><br />There didn't seem to be a lot of conversation among us, but Uncle Oakley kept me giggling as he waved and said, "Hi, Joe" or "Howdy, Sam" to what seemed like every person we passed. We must have taken food with us as the only time I recall stopping at a restaurant was for breakfast. This was a rare treat as breakfast was something you had at your own kitchen table instead of sitting on a stool facing a counter. If I recall correctly, this special meal consisted of a bowl of corn flakes and a glass of milk.<br /><br />Only one untoward incident on this trip remains in my memory. Somewhere along the way, perhaps in Kansas, we ran into a dust storm. Maybe that was the reason for our stop for breakfast.<br /><br />Once we arrived in Colorado Springs, Aunt Lena and Uncle Hebbert treated us royally. I can just imagine how excited they must have been to have eight extra people to feed and entertain, but that's what relatives did for each other. There must have been a lot of catching up on family news, especially between my mother and Aunt Lena. Not only were they sisters-in-law, but they were also cousins through the Bebout family and had grown up near each other in Kentucky. They were close then and remained so until both died in late 2006.<br /><br />I don't remember if we did a lot of sightseeing or not, but do recall we visited Manitou Springs and had a family picnic at Palmer Park. The photograph above was taken in the yard of my aunt and uncle in Colorado Springs.<br /><br />The trip home was probably uneventful after almost a week in Colorado Springs. That may have been the first vacation my family took, but parts of it are still vivid in my memory.Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-26340189512460011582011-09-04T09:22:00.000-07:002011-09-05T09:57:45.250-07:00St. Meinrad and Grandpa Meinderding<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUJsTWrfDivtwik53T6VL2n0M1ohx_yNSQG_06-YQKk_1Gl9rU_a8y6BrT5aU7tMrkrZBCV3qNFxYKrGH3092IxQeKp8uFiClHNjuR3B0kKqqoXklmtYiKTytKlwxuUtyep9jBqCsI2Jg/s1600/StMeinrad2Sep2011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUJsTWrfDivtwik53T6VL2n0M1ohx_yNSQG_06-YQKk_1Gl9rU_a8y6BrT5aU7tMrkrZBCV3qNFxYKrGH3092IxQeKp8uFiClHNjuR3B0kKqqoXklmtYiKTytKlwxuUtyep9jBqCsI2Jg/s320/StMeinrad2Sep2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648543935653210162" /></a><br />Grandpa Meinerding used to talk about being sent by his parents to St. Meinrad Archabbey seminary to become a priest. According to his stories, he entered at age 14, but I do not know how long he stayed. At any rate, he left not only St. Meinrad, but also the church. He married and raised a family in Poseyville, Indiana. <br /><br />A couple of days ago, we decided to drive by St. Meinrad while on our way to French Lick. Located in southern Indiana since the 1850s, the grounds of St. Meinrad are beautiful. For some reason, though, it was hard to visualize Grandpa Meinerding in these surroundings. It is much easier to picture him sitting on the side porch, waving at people walking to the post office across the street or sitting in his favorite chair in the living room watching television.<br /><br />I'm not related to Grandpa Meinerding by blood, but by love and I did love him as much as my own grandfather. He was often grumpy, but he loved his family fiercely and spoiled his grandchildren every chance he had. He loved to tell stories of their childhood antics. <br /><br />I think he was pleased when we borrowed his first name to give our son as a middle name. Grandpa's full name was Edwin Aloyisous Meinderding. When our son was little, we told him he had been named after Grandpa Meinderding and his full name was Timothy Edwin Aloyisous Meinderding Jerome. So, whenever anyone asked his name, that's what he told them. I think he was a little disappointed to learn his name wasn't nearly as long or as impressive sounding as we had said.<br /><br />It's hard to believe Grandpa Meinerding has been gone 40 years. I hope we continue to keep his memory alive for many more years. Sometime I will tell you about Grandma Meinerding, who "sat upon her dignity."Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663764836316739925.post-12167158263712925502011-08-02T05:46:00.000-07:002011-08-02T06:02:24.025-07:00Happy Anniversary, Reddick and Mary AnnOne hundred and forty five years ago today Reddick Smith married Mary Ann Wolstenholme in Davidson County, Tennessee. They were my great-grandparents.<br /><br />Reddick had enlisted in the 6th Illinois Cavalry and later served in Co. H of the Illinois Infantry. He was captured and served some time in Libby Prison. He did not return to his home in Hardin County, Illinois at the end of the war, instead settling near Goodlettsville, Tennessee, where he married Mary Ann Wolstenholme on 2 August 1866. Reddick and Mary Ann remained in Tennessee until shortly after 1870 and then moved north to Hardin County.<br /><br />Reddick died 14 April 1913 and is buried at Central Cemetery in Hardin County. Buried beside him without a tombstone is Mary Ann, who died 7 January 1933.<br /><br />I am proud to wish them Happy Anniversary today.Brenda Joyce Jeromehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07878338519744358017noreply@blogger.com0