Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Obituary: Eliza COLE CRESSALL HAWKES 1840-1905 from The Salt Lake Tribune Mar 5 1905

Ancestry Chain: CR, Lark, Camilla SMITH, Amy Ella HAWKES, Herbert Henry HAWKES, Francis HAWKES and Eliza COLE. 


Corrections: Her first husband was Paul whom she bore [an infant daughter] and a son

Obituary Sarah Amy JONES HAWKES from The Salt Lake Tribune May 11 1952

 Ancestry Chain: CR, Lark, Camilla SMITH, Amy Ella HAWKES, Herbert Henry HAWKES and Sarah Amy JONES,

Corrections: Daughter of Cyrus and Sarah Worley Jones. / Survived by ...Mrs. Ensign (Ella) Smith, Mrs. Glendon (Eva) Steiner / Mrs. Eva Lillywhite

Monday, October 20, 2014

LDS Biographical Encyclopedia - John WOOD Jr. 1858-1932

Latter-day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia
Volume 2
Earl, Joseph Ira

Wood, John, Jun., Bishop's counselor in Grafton Ward, St. George Stake, Utah, was born Sept. 27, 1858, at Lehi, Utah County, Utah, the son of John Wood and Ellen Smith. Together with his parents he moved from Lehi to southern Utah in 1862; he resided in Long Valley from 1865 to 1866, and then located at Duncan, where he was baptized. In 1869 he moved to Rose Valley, Lincoln county, Nevada, and in 1877 moved to Grafton, Washington county, Utah. He was ordained an Elder by Bishop Charles N. Smith in 1882, and ordained a High Priest at St. George, Utah, in December, 1887, by Erastus Snow and set apart as first counselor to Bishop James M. Ballard, of the Grafton Ward. He served in that capacity until May 18, 1907, when Bishop Ballard resigned. In 1882 (June 30th) Elder Wood married Sarah J. Gibson, by whom he has had nine children, five boys and four girls. He is a farmer and stockraiser by avocation, has served as justice of the peace in the Grafton precinct and as county commissioner in Washington county, and now resides at Hurricane, Utah. 

Ancestry Chain: BR, Lark, Kirt DeMar WOOD, John Andrew WOOD, John WOOD Jr. and Sarah Jane GIBSON. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Grandfathers in the First and Second Quorums of Seventy

First Quorum of Seventy- John Davis PARKER [see the first column]

Ancestry Chain:  John Davis PARKER 1799-1891, Charles PARKER 1853-1935, Laura Elizabeth PARKER 1889-1970 , Kirt DeMar WOOD 1923-1987, Lark, TR. 

Second Quorum of Seventy - Shadrach ROUNDY [see the first column]

Ancestry Chain: Shardrach ROUNDY 1789-1872, Almeda Sophia ROUNDY 1829-1912, Charles PARKER 1853-1935, Laura Elizabeth PARKER 1889-1970 , Kirt DeMar WOOD 1923-1987, Lark, TR. 

Friday, September 26, 2014


written by Janet Kay Reasor Lehnhof in December 1988
My memories of Grandpa Edgar Reasor are tied to my memories of the farm in Crawford County. I can remember him standing in front of the kitchen windows and sharpening his razor on his long razor strap. Grandma was fixing breakfast on the big wood stove. Shiny cold linoleum covered the floor. The big table was against the wall and Sandi and I got to sit on the bench instead of a chair. Grandpa helped us ride on Betsy (Sandi says her name was Patsy) his horse and always took us out to visit the barn. We helped Grandma feed the chickens and gathered the eggs. I think I just got to watch Sandi gather the eggs. Daddy let us shoot a gun on one of our visits to the farm. I'm sure that is the only time in my life that I have shot one. After they moved to town Daddy helped Grandpa hang wallpaer in the front apartment. They used a big table and spread the paper with paste. It must have been on this visit that Grandpa yelled at Sandi and me to quit running and be quiet. The only other memory I have is of driving all night from Louisiana when Grandpa died. When we got to Grandma's we walked up onto the side porch, Aunt Gladys opened the door and saw it was Daddy. She called Grandma and shoved her into Daddy's arms. Cheryl and I went to the funeral home that night for the viewing. All my life I have remembered the image of Grandpa surrounded by more flowers than I knew existed. It was beautiful. Daddy took us up to see him and I can remember his handholding mine. Cheryl and I stayed with a baby-sitter during the funeral and so our first experience with death was a pleasant one. Grandma Lillie was a very special woman. I think her quiet strength and determination had a great effect on many people. My very most pleasant memory of Grandma was watching her brush out her hair at night and then braid it back up. I was so disappointed when she cut it off and had short curly hair like every one else. She used to sing the song "Five foot two, eyes of blue," and tell us that was her and her eyes would twinkle. From a very early age I sensed that Daddy was her favorite child. I don't know if he knows that, or if his brothers and sisters knew it, but he was. The cousins always made us feel a little like the 'rich kids' coming for a visit. Or maybe we made them think that of us. But Grandma always welcomed us with such pleasure. She always had a meal ready to eat. The meal always included canned peaches served in a bowl. We ate biscuits and gravy sitting on the bench against the wall and looking at her picture of peaches on the side wall. When dinner was over at noon, she threw a tablecloth over the table and we knew what we would have for supper that night. The highlight of our visits was to walk over to Patty's store for Grandma. It was usually to buy a loaf of bread or some bologna. But we somehow managed to get a little treat. I'm sure our children will remember the Green Bluff store in the same way. It was such a tiny little store, we always introduced ourselves as Wanda Roberson's girls and Patty would tell us how he used to be Wanda's school bus driver. The porch swing was the most entertaining toy Grandma had. in fact the only other playthings were a little red chair and two John Deere tractors. We also got to go up into the attic and play in the old clothes that were there. But the porch swing occupied most of our time. We tried hard not to hit the side of the house--but we usually did. I remember the morning glories that climbed up the porch post and bloomed in the morning. On one visit I went out into the back with Grandma and watched her catch a chicken, wring it's neck, pluck the feathers and then cook it for dinner. I couldn't eat any of that chicken and it was probably years before I ate chicken again. It was also a real novelty to go into town with Grandma. Everyone she passed said "Good afternoon, Mrs. Reasor." It so impressed me that everyone in English knew my grandmother. At that time we were still moving every year or so and never knew anyone. Grandpa and Grandma Reasor never visited us that I can remember. After Grandpa died Grandma came to visit. I remember her coming to Sacramento, California with Blanche Linton (our cousin), and probably she came other times. But she came to Denver the summer I graduated from high school and stayed several weeks. I sewed a blue wool dress and jacket for her. She was embroidering a quilt top that summer and when I got married a year later she sent me the top for a wedding present. It is the first quilt I hand quilted on my new oak quilt frames from Daddy. Both Mom and Daddy helped quilt it. But on this trip I got Grandma to write her life story. I am so glad that I encouraged her to write it. I am very thankful for the years we spent in Atlanta and the trips I was able to make to Kentucky and Indiana during that time period. My children all remember Great-Grandma Lillie. On our first visit to Indiana Lori was just two years old. After being in Grandma's house for an afternnon Grandma turned to Daddy and said, "You can see who runs this family," and pointed to Lori. Of course it was true at that time but I tried hard to rectify that point. On subsequent visits she would always want someone to sit right beside her and hold her hand. The girls were always willing to do that. In October of 1977 Mom and I made a special genealogy trip to Kentucky and Indiana. Much of the research we are still doing is in direct relationship to that trip. But those few days we spent in English were precious. I will not bore you with the long notes I wrote about that trip but I want to share some of the stories Grandma told us one evening when just the three of us were talking. They are a little disjointed but she aswered our questions and just talked. It was a special evening. Her father was a very good kind man. His right arm was paralyzed and he carried it in his pocket. He drove a team of horses. His wife thought he was hving dates and carrying on. They weren't happy. Grandma Lillie thought she resembled her father, they were all short and thin. A tree fell on his shoulder and cut "killed" a nerve. She was her daddy's pet. He died a year before she got married in January, she married in April. Edgar came over on the horse and she got up behind him and rode sideways behind him, just like riding a Honda. She held on tight. They ran horse races. They went to church Wednesday night and Sunday night at Union Chapel. He lived four and five miles away. She probably met him at a pie supper. The boys would bid on pies. They tried to find out who brought which pie. Hightest bid she could remember was $2.50. She usually took apple pie. They had several big apple trees. The boys would vote on the prettiest girl. The votes cost a dime or a penny. All the money was for the school. She planned on being a teacher but Edgar came along and she just got married. She said, "I think a woman has something to do with making a good man." When they got married they took a horse and buggy to Taswell then rode the train to English. The passenger train came twice a day, morning and night. They walked up to the court house up on the hill for a license then back down into the town to the Justice of the Peace. Edgar forgot to pay the Justice of the Peace and had to go back and pay him. They took the train back to Taswell, then the horse to her home. They spent the first two or three nights there. No one else was at the wedding except for one man. They didn't invite him he just came along. They had a big chivaree that night. People crawled under the house and shot guns off. After a couple of days they went to live with the Reasors. They lived there a year or two. Edgar's little sister Madge didn't like it when Lillie sat on Edgar's lap. She wouldn't let them get close at all. In 41 years of marriage Edgar was only gone two nights. He went on a horse to a meeting in Mifflin and came back before morning. "But he should have lived longer--he left me alone too long." Edgar said that Grandma Lytle was the meanest woman he ever met. Grandma Lytle talked to Lillie before she was married and told her getting married was as bad as dying. That making love with a man was the worse thing you could ever do. We asked her if she told her mother she was a liar, and she laughed and said no she couldn't ever talk to her mom like that. When her baby Gladys was born she had a doctor. She said if Edgar hadn't been there with her the whole time she would have just turned her face to the wall and sent the baby back before she got there. It was a long hard time but the other's weren't so bad. She had a midwife with Glen and couldn't remember about Goldia and Gerald. When the twins were born they sent all the kids to neighbors. She had Lee first and then the doctor told her there was anothr one. She thought, "Oh my goodness!" About ten minutes later Lloyd was born. Grandma Lillie had really bad sinus headaches. Two LDS elders were staying with them and invited her to a meeting. She said if she felt all right she would go. They gave her a blessing and she never had another headache. (Lillie cried as she told us this story.) The elders would walk through every six months. They would come and stay two or three weeks with them and with Carl Standiford. Edgar wouldn't let them ordain him to the priesthood. At this time, in 1977, there was a man at the senior citizen home that liked to come and visit with Lillie and just talk. She said, "He thinks I'm old enough to know all the answers but I've forgot most of them." In June of 1984 we were making a cross country trip. We planned on spending the first afternnon in English. A couple of days before we were to leave Aunt Gladys called and tried to persuade us not to come. She was afraid the visit would scare the small children. I really felt we should go anyway and we did. This is an entry from Mark's journal.he was five years old. He drew a picture of Grandma's house including a climbing tree and the porch swing. "June 23, 1984, We went to Grandma Lillie's house in English, Indiana. I holded Grandma's hand and watched her eat thru a straw. I found a railroad spike. She liked to hold my hand." My journal entry for the same day: We arrived in English about 3:45 and stayed with Grandma Lillie Reasor and Aunt Gladys for over an hour. She was much better today according to Aunt Gladys. For the past several days she had not roused at all but as soon as we walked in she smiled and wanted to know who we were. Grandma is in a hospital bed. She hasn't eaten anything for several months. Gladys gave her several drinks of 'Big Red' and ice cream stirred up like a float. That is all she will drink. She really has lost a lot of weight since I saw her in October. Of course, then she was still able to walk, and ate her meals at the kitchen table. It was only after she was 92 that Gladys moved in to help her. Today she wanted to hold everyone's hand. She would kiss their hand and pull them towards her when she wanted a kiss. I really think she did know who I was. After touching all the children she wanted to hold Hal's hands. She said, "I need to get to know this man." Bret was a little hesitant but everyone else was doing it so he did too. He went out and played and came back in and held her hand. She said, "What a pretty boy." When I told her we would have to leave she said, "Will I see you in the morning?" And she seemed very disappointed when I said no. I told her we loved her and she smiled. We all kissed her and then she looked at me and said, "I love you." That brought a few tears. What a special woman she was and is, kind, caring, and strong willed! I'm very glad we took this opportunity to visit and let my children meet their only living great-grandparent. In February of 1985 as Mom, Daddy, Bret, and I were driving to Grandma Lillie's funeral I pondered her life in respect to a speaking assignment I had the next week. The subject was to "Come unto Christ." And I thought what a perfect example her life was. As the church slowly grew in English she was able to participate in the programs of the church, but her entire life she exemplified a Christ like love and service to all she met. She wasn't caught up in the busy work of the gospel but in the real meaning of living like Christ and giving of oneself and your love. I loved, respected and admired this woman that we never called MaMa. She was always a little special to us because we called her a different name than all those Indiana cousins.

Edgar Webster REASOR 1885-1953, Glenn and Gladys, Lillie Belle LYTEL REASOR 23 Feb 1887-18 Feb 1985

Garland Lee REASOR and Gordon Lloyd REASOR twins born 1917

written by granddaughter Lillie Linton Hammond on Lillie Reasor's 80th birthday, February 1967 In the hills of Crawford County in the year of '87 A little baby girl was born who came straight down from heaven. Her parents must've been so proud and felt so very well As they looked at her and beamed and smiled and named her Lillie Belle. She soon grew into a lady and at the age of twenty-one She met a man named Edgar who became her only one. They married in April and their happy life began And soon they had a baby girl named Gladys Gwendolin. Little Glen came next--in fact, the following year And thus their family grew and added to their cheer. Goldia Blanche was next in line to come into the world. But she was followed close behind by another boy named Gerald. Now we know four little children require a lot of care, But wait! It wasn't long until she gave birth to a pair. The twins were Lee and Lloyd and they really made a hit. Said Lillie, "When they come in twos, I think it's time to quit." The years passed quickly on the farm with much hard work & chores. The girls got married and the boys went off for other shores. Edgar and Lillie became grandparents before many years had passed And after that the grandchildren were coming pretty fast. Sorrow came to Lillie's life when Edgar passed away But she has peace an comfort knowing they'll meet again some day. So Lillie Belle, we think you're great and love you so much too. Just think of all that's happened, and so much because of you!

(twin) Gordan Lloyd REASOR 1917-1999, Goldia Blanche REASOR GOLDMAN MILLER 1913-1998, (twin) Garland Lee REASOR 1917-2004, mother Lillie Belle LYTEL REASOR 1887-1985, Gerald Lester REASOR 1914-1990, Gladys Gwendolyn REASOR LINTON SUDDARTH 1911-1993, Glenn Winford REASOR 1910-1984. 


Funeral Services for Lillie Lytle Reasor February 1985

Excerpt from talk given by son, Lloyd Reasor
Mom was 30 when I was born so I wouldn’t know of her as a young lady. But I have memories of her playing ball with us on Sunday afternoons. And how we would laugh at her, the four of us boys, and we would remind her that she threw like a girl, or that she swung the bat like a girl. I remember Lee and me standing at the corner of the stove as she prepared supper, cooking corn bread. And that she would clean off a spot on the stove and she would make corn cakes for us, just especially for us. I remember that she was such a good buddy that one time we killed a ground squirrel and cleaned it and talked her into cooking it. She fried it like a chicken. It wasn’t very big, but it was good. I’m sure more so because of the adventure.
She was always happy. She was never angry. Even in discipline we never saw her angry. We would get too rowdy on a winter day when we couldn’t get out of the house and she would call us to her and thump us on the head with a thimble. She seemed always to have a thimble on her finger. We would scream like we were being scalped. Then admit that, no, it really didn’t hurt and that we really enjoyed it, for we recognized it as an indication of her love for us. Sometimes when my twin brother and I would get into a fight, she would stop us and then she would make us kiss and make up. Can you imagine that? Having to kiss a boy on the lips, especially while you were still mad at him. She was a lot wiser than we gave her credit.
Mom’s only unhappiness, that I can think of, was when she was concerned for her family. I remember when Glenn was in the army in Texas and he had appendicitis. It was impossible to go there. I remember Dad saying, “Well, we will just trust in a higher power.” I remember that concern. I also remember her concern when a grandchild swallowed an open safety pin. But mostly I remember her and Dad together.
The memory pictures I have include their walks over the farm as they would plan the crops, or as they went to visit a neighbor. They left and returned in the wagon, sitting on the spring seat. Dad was so much heavier than Mom that his side of the seat was a lot lower so the seat tilted towards him and even if there had been room, she would be sitting right up next to him. I remember him sitting in the kitchen, between the stove and the table, drying the dishes as she washed, while they visited. They not only were lovers, they were good friends. They were always together. They were always sharing.
I asked her one day if she remembered the missionaries who taught her the gospel. She replied, “The elders didn’t teach me. Edgar did. They taught him, and he taught me.” They were baptized in 1909, back when the Mormon Church was not very popular. There wasn’t any place to attend church. But as they learned principles, they practiced them. I remember well the summer they found out about the Word of Wisdom; not to drink alcohol, and not to drink coffee, and that tobacco wasn’t good for you. Alcohol was not a problem. But I remember Dad had a sassafras or hickory twig in his mouth all summer. For not only did he smoke a pipe, he chewed tobacco. I remember the smell in the house as they roasted wheat, and oats, and barley, and any combinations of them trying to find a substitute for coffee;; because they learned that grain was good for mild drinks. It smelled terrible. It must have tasted as bad, because it worked, and they both quit drinking coffee. They didn’t have much church experience. I remember the missionaries coming to visit us on an evening. They would usually spend the night and the next day and that night, and then they would leave. Maybe the next summer we would see another pair of elders, and maybe not.

Ancestral Chain: CR / MRR /  Garland Lee REASOR 1917-2004, Lillie Belle LYTLE 1887-1985. 

Friday, August 29, 2014


Memories of Edna Lula Seaton Roberson
Life History of Edna Lula Seaton told to daughter Wanda Roberson Reasor. This was at the time she and Mildred Jean Roberson came to visit in Orem, Utah, 1960. Kay and I found it in my records July 1986. Born June 19, 1894 to James Thomas Seaton and Rhoda Helen Baysinger; Grantsburg, Indiana. About the first thing I can remember is sitting as a child and saying "Ma's asleep, Kitty's asleep and baby's awake." Always wore shoes with some holes for laces and hooks-up the rest of the way. Went to school at Pleasant HIll, one year (3rd grade) at Tunnel Hill to Grover Roberson. First school teacher was Minnie Brown. About 9 years old, playing on logging wagon with Dora Grant. Wagon went out of control over the Needmore Hill in English. Dora's dress caught in the wheel. Mom yelled "Dode's killed" but neither one of us was hurt. Pa was alwyas buying Chrismtas pesnets. One time brought home a musical album. Ma told him to take it right back. She wove carpets to help make a living. Pa sold Indian Herb pills. Walked from town to town. I remember one summer Ma was sick and I fanned her all summer long and carried water for long distances. I was about 10 or 11 years old. Asleep one night, heard some one cough, and light went out. I sat on Willie's bed till everyone came home. Slept in the same room with Mom and Dad until I got married. Always afraid when I woke up, would call Ma and Pa. Pa would always say, "what the devil to do you want?" Crawford County Democrat, May 1960: In memory of my husband, Reuben R Roberson who passed away May 2, 1959 Little did we know when we left home That I would be coming back alone To have to love and then to lose Is the hardest thing I ever had to do. Sadly missed by wife Edna and children


My Mom, Edna Seaton Roberson
by Wanda Roberson Reasor
written December 1988 I will now write a little about my children's grandmother, Edna Seaton Roberson. Grandma Edna was a quiet gentle patient and hard working person. I don't remember her yelling at us very much and we always had to wait for Dad to get home to get our whippings when we had been bad. She loved to go to town on Saturday. She would carry her eggs in a bsket and walk the two and half miles to town where she stood with her friends along the street talking and getting caught up on the news (all afternoon). She then would carry, pack, as she would call it, her little dab of groceries home. There wasn't much to buy since we lived on a farm and produced most of our food. There was always a nickel's worth of candy for us kids. Mom sewed and made all of our clothes. I remember sitting on the floor and peddling her sewing machine with my hands. I don't know if that was a help for her or to keep me busy. When the clothes were worn out, she would tear them into strips, sew them together in long strips and crochet them into rugs. She would also tat lace for the babies clothes. I remember her being pregnant, only because she sat around more. She never told us anything about the facts of life. She wore wrap around dresses to hide her pregnancy. They were comfortable and she usually had one at all times for convenience for nursing her babies. She was either pregnant or nursing a baby. She always seemed to be a solid patient influence, always there but nevrr showing much affection to any of us except Dad. I remember many times of feeling that no one loved me. Mom could be very jolly and enjoyed people after she got to know them. She waited on Dad hand and foot. I often wondered how she could put up with some of the things he did and the expectations he had of her and the family. Some of her well used phrases were--"well I declare", this was to express surprise or astonishment, "I'll swanny, for goodness sake, I'll be there directly, hushup, Lordy Lordy." She sang some cute songs to us kids which I have sung to mine. One was, "Over the river to feed the sheep, over the river to Charley;s, over the river to feed the sheep and bake a cake for Charley. Oh Charley he's a very fine man, Oh, Charley he's a Dandy. Charley loves to treat the girls with sugar, wine, and candy." Another was, "First I met was a blind man." You'll have to get the words later if you want them. Dad had rules about us using the battery radio. Mom would listen to Helen Trent, and Our Girl Sunday,both soap operas and one other every day. She loved hill billy music, especially sung by Grandpa Jones. She lived in many homes. Dad had rambling blood and she would pull up and go whenever he said go. She would take the children in the middle of the school year or break up a courtship of one of the older ones. She loved to fish and could be ready in a minute. She loved to quilt, first because of necessity and later just to have someting to do. Just before she died in the hospital, although she had no needle or thread, my sisters said her hands were still going through the motion of sewing. Mom wouldn't baby sit for any of us. She said, "I rasied my family, you raise yours." She was a good cook and none of us can bake bread or biscuits as good as hers. When she baked pies it would be five or six at a time. I don't remember many cakes. She found a recipe for four pounds of fudge. She made that almost every year after that for Christmas. We are still trying to come up with her persimmon pudding recipe. We are getting closer but not exactly. Mom had a sweet tooth. No matter what we had to eat for dinner or supper there would be a dessert. Mom could make a dessert out of nothing. She often made vinegar pie or green tomato pie. All of the Seaton's had a sweet tooth. There were always Seaton/Roberson reunions. They were held in English for years and then near Mt. Carmel, Illinois. We would stay at Aunt Leora's home. I loved to sit and listen to Mom and her sisters and brothers talk. Mom would take salmon patties to the reunion and they were the first things to be gone. Dad liked to find different things to eat. Salmon, oysters were among them. Dad always had a car and it was always full of kids. When we moved to Montana we left our house empty. When we returned from Montana we moved back into the same house. It had sat empty while we were gone. It never did have paint on the outside of it. There was a living room, kitchen and two bedrooms. There was also a cooking/summer porch. Dad moved the stove out there in the summer time. In the one bedroom there was always three beds. We kids slept in there. Mom had to get false teeth when she was very young. She and Amzel went to Louisville on the train and the dentist pulled out all of Mom's teeth. She still walked home two and a half miles from the train station. She had lots of trouble getting used to her teeth. She always kept them in a cup of water at night. She would entertain the grandchildren by slipping them in and out of her mouth, then asking them to try and do the same. She told about one time while fishing in the creek, her teeth fell out and she almost lost them. Kay, this is probably where you got your wonderful first poem which ended, "Oh my teeth! They fell in the creek! The rest of the poem had nothing to do with teeth or creek. Mom and Dad joined the Presbyterian church about 1940. Dad had a heart attack and it scared him into thinking about mortality and death. I talked to Mom when she came to visit us in Orem about our church. Her answer, "It was good enough for Dad, it is good enough for me", meaning the Presbyterian church. They sent us to church with Aunt Annie and Uncle Jim. The only time I remember going to church with them was while we lived in Montana on the ranch. We went quite regularly then and I'm sure Mom would have gone any and all times if Dad would have taken her. We went to the Logan Temple after Mom died. I was proxy for her and Lee was proxy for Dad. It was as if I was going through for the first time. I could not remember any part of the endowment. Always before this I would dream about Mom and Dad and they were never together. Mom would say, "I haven't seen Dad yet." After the work for them was done, in my dreams they are always together. This is a testimony to me that the work was accepted. When I called to tell her I was pregnant with Sandi, all she said was "well". That was about as excited as she ever got. She and Dad are buried in Rest Haven Cemetery, Louisville, Kentucky. However, she is nearer to me in my own home than when I visit the cemetery. Writing this has caused me to shed many tears.

Memories of Edna Lula Seaton Roberson

My most choice memory is of the summer of 1961 when I was 14. I went to Louisville, Kentucky on the bus from Provo , Utah to stay with Grandma Edna. We had such a special time together but she really didn't want to be here. She was ready to leave this earth and I really think she just gave up living. Grandma had been sick when I got there. She didn't like being alone and my cousin, Jeannie, had stayed with her most of the school year. My cousin, Phillip, came over to mow the lawn, Aunt Mary did the grocery shopping for her, Aunt Amzel did the bank business. Aunt Marie talked to her on the phone but didn't visit with her the whole summer I was there. Our life was pretty much a routine. I cleaned the house in the morning, which took 30 minutes. We cooked oats and biscuits for breakfast. Most lunches Grandma would have tea and soda crackers. I ate peanut butter. And then I learned to cook supper. She would tell me how to do things and I just listened and did it. I made biscuits, bread, fried chicken, minute steaks, and even made pies. But the most important thing she taught me and that I treasure most today is the fun of piecing a quilt. We sat in rocking chairs facing each in front of the windows, with a little breeze blowing in. It must have been very hot in Kentucky but I don't remember the heat or humidity. We sewed by hand most of the afternoon and evening. As we sewed we talked and oh how I wish those conversations were recorded. I remember trying to understand why she didn't believe in eternal marriage and she showed me in the Bible where it said that marriages are neither given or taken away in heaven. I hope she was pleasantly surprised to find that you can be sealed to your husband. And I hope she and Grandpa Rube are together and happy. She made me sew with a thimble. After several days she watched me for a while and finally came over by me to see what I was doing. I was wearing the thinble on the tall finger, where most people wear their thimble, but pusing the needle with my ring finger. The ring finger was bloody. She said, "Kay put that thimble on the other finger." I have worn it on that finger ever since, and literally cannot thread a needle without a thimble on my ring finger. We watched wome word game show and the news on TV. We read the newspaper in the evening. Sometimes we would go to Aunt Amzels for the afternoon. But Grandma really liked to stay home. Mrs. Hornbuckle, a neighbor, would walk over and visit. I remember thinking how strange that they called each other "Mrs." Towards the end of the summer I spent some time in English and then one week-end with Uncle Lloyd. While I was there Grandma fell during the night and they took her to the hospital. For the next week we took turns sitting in the hospital. Aunt Marie rallied to the crisis and was there with her cot to sleep every night. After about a week Grandma was able to come home. We brought her home from the hospital. Everyone was at the house that day. All the daughters and daughter-in-laws were cooking lunch. I was ironing and packing. I was supposed to leave for Utah the next day. Grandma was resting in her bed. I went in to talk to her for a few minutes and then went into the other room to iron. I was the last person to talk to her. She had a heart attack a few minutes later and by the time the ambulance got there she was almost gone. I felt so alone. I went into the bedroom and prayed and prayed. Aunt Mary found me and we just hugged each other and cried and prayed together. Grandma's funeral was a southern Protestant event. The viewing was several nights long at the funeral home and then they brought her body to her home for the last evening. The sons took turns sitting up all night long. The family gathered in her home that evening. I was so relieved when my parents arrived from Utah and I could share my grief with them. I remember the funeral as being very cold. The minister called her "Mrs. Roberson" but really didn't say much about her. He had visited her once during the summer. This was my first real experience with death and the experience left me cold and wanting to understand the gospel of Christ more. Grandma Edna was a spunky woman. My mother comes by her personality very honestly. Edna loved her children but she loved her husband the most. I think she was greatly relieved to die and not have to be alone any more. She told me the hardest part was trying to sleep alone. She taught me many practical skills but I loved her most for who she was, a hard working, creative loving woman! She loved to fish, dug her own worms, donned a pair of overalls, a big hat and went at it. In later years I would watch my mother's hands as she stitched and realized her hands looked just like her mother's hands. My hands look like my mother's and therefore like my grandmother Edna's hands. What a wonderful reminder of two great women.

Obituary of Edna Seaton Roberson
Obituary: Louisville, Kentucky Courier Journal; died 9 Aug 1961 Mrs. Reuben R. Roberson, the former Edna Seaton, died Monday at 12:45 p.m. at her residence, 7508 Glaser Lane. She was 67. Her husband died in 1959. Survivors include four daughters, Mrs. Maurice Brown, New Albany, Ind., Mrs. Lee Reasor, Orem, Utah, and Mrs. Joseph McKinney and Mrs. Russell Walts; four sons, Howard Roberson, Rapid City, S.D., Joe Roberson, Miami, Fla, and Chester and Norman Roberson; two sisters, Mrs. Leora Belcher, Mount Carmel, Ill., and Mrs. Bill Roberson, Fredericksburg, Ind.; 20 grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. The body will be at the McAfee Funeral Home, 3928 Bardstown Road, until Thursday, when it will be taken to the residence. The funeral will be Friday at 2 p.m. at the McAfee Funeral Home. Burial will be in Resthaven Memorial Park.

Eulogy of Edna Seaton Roberson
Eulogy: Edna Seaton Roberson the daughter of James and Rhoda Seaton was born June the 19th 1894, at Grantsburg, Indiana, where she spent her childhood days. She was married to Reuben Roberson, November the 2nd 1913, and started a home and family, thinking always of the health and well-being of her family first and herself last. To Reuben and Edna was born 9 children, one an infant lived only a few days. The others have enjoyed the fruits of her labors and her pleasant personality all these years. She joined the Buechel Presbyterian Church on March 22, 1949 to better fulfill her spiritual obligations and remained sincere in her fellowship. A happy smile, and warm personality, honesty and an undying interest in everyone are the rich blessings that will be missed by all those who survive her. Her children . . . Amzel Walts, Chester Roberson, Marie Brown, Wanda Reasor, Norman Roberson, Howard Roberson, Joe Roberson and Mary McKinney; 20 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren; 2 sisters, Leora Belcher of Mt Carmel and Eva Roberson of Fredricksburg, Indiana and many friends and relatives. She departed this life August 7, 1961 at her home in Louisville, Kentucky.

Ancestral Chain: CR / MRR / Wanda Myrl ROBERSON 1921-2012 / Edna Lula SEATON 1894-1961 / James Thomas SEATON 1851-1925 and Rhoda Helen BAYSINGER. 1856-1924

Friday, July 4, 2014

"In God Is Our Trust"

The Star Spangled Banner Lyrics
By Francis Scott Key 1814
Verse 4: 
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

 Neighborhood children's parade in celebration of American Freedom

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

Family gathering in celebration of American Independence