_Addicum BRITZIUS ___+
| (1852 - 1912) m 1877
_T. Edward BRITZIUS _|
| (1883 - ....) |
| |_Luisa A. HABER _____
| (1855 - ....) m 1877
|
|--Homer E. BRITZIUS
| (1917 - 2001)
| _____________________
| |
|_Bertha BRABROOK ____|
(1889 - 1980) |
|_____________________
[8537] Homer is on the list of US 6th Rangers who helped to liberate the Cabanatuan Japanese death camp on 30 Jan 1945.
_Rodolphus Donaldus DERRICK _+
| (1793 - 1860) m 1817
_Franklin H. DERRICK _|
| (1824 - 1905) m 1846 |
| |_Lorinda SHELDON ____________+
| (1797 - 1874) m 1817
|
|--Mary Lorinda DERRICK
| (1853 - 1886)
| _John BOSLOW ________________+
| | (1787 - 1848) m 1812
|_Harriet A. BOSLOW ___|
(1822 - 1871) m 1846 |
|_Mary Stewart CONDON ________+
(1795 - 1880) m 1812
[1301]
Mary Lorinda Derrick
1853 – 1886
Spring Grove, Wisconsin – Orleans, Nebraska
January 2004
Dear Sarah, Hannah, Timmy, and Becky,
Today I am writing to you about a very special lady in your family tree. She was your great great great grandmother.
Mary was the third of seven children born to Franklin H. and Harriet Derrick, a highly respected Spring Grove farm family, on March 18, 1853, southwest of Brodhead. She attended the first log school in the area. Later, she went to high school in Brodhead. Her obituary described her in her school years thus, "Quick to learn, full of young life and ambition, she was not only an apt scholar, but the life and center of every group in which she mingled."
After her graduation from high school, her mother died. Mary became the housekeeper for her father and younger siblings until her marriage to John C. Balis on November 18, 1846. They lived in Spring Grove, in the little village of Clarence, until the spring of 1878 when they set off in a covered wagon with their 4 small children, Frank, Robert, Flora, and baby Hettie, to become homesteaders in Harlan County, Nebraska.
Their first home in Nebraska was a dugout. There weren't many trees in Nebraska so folks had to use what materials were available to build their homes. A dugout was a type of home dug into the bank of a river. Theirs had one room. Later on they built a larger dugout with two rooms and used the first one as a barn. Later still they built a good sod house. A sod house was made with big chunks of dirt and roots dug out of the Prairie. Prairie roots go so deep and thick that a square of soil with all those roots in it actually make a pretty good brick. And a few weeks before Mary died they moved to a frame house in the town or Orleans.
Mary's daughter Hettie wrote quite a bit about life in Nebraska. She says that through it all they had to contend with bedbugs and fleas, no matter how hard they worked at trying to get rid of them. Surely a dugout or even the sod house was hard on Mary's developing TB. And yet through it all she was a bright light in the community. I think her spirit is captured by daughter Hettie in tfollowing excerpt from her "Memories of my Life" P. 32 & 33B.
" In the fall of 1885 or the early spring of 1886 Father bought a frame house in Orleans and moved Mother to town where she could have more care and comforts. But she was moved on a bed in the back of a spring wagon. She was never up and around again. She died July 4, 1886. I have never gotten over missing her. She was a wonderful woman and had many accomplishments. (She did) considerable writing, both prose and poetry. (She did) lovely pen and ink drawings and sketches. Out on the homestead she got the early settlers to join a literary society. (They) would meet at the sod schoolhouse with benches to sit on and debate questions and topics of that day and have children recite and take part. How she done it with her family and home, I will never know."
Two children were born in Nebraska, Mabel in 1880, and Ernest in 1882. Then in 1884 baby Ina May was born and lived only four months. The infants death was very hard on Mary. Her daughter Hettie thinks she never did recover. Following are several poems she wrote about the death of Ina May.
God looking down from heaven
Saw our Ina, sweet and fair.
'She is too pure for earth,' He said,
'I'll take her to my care.'
And while we grieve that God should take
The treasure He had given
Her tiny hands still hold the charm
To draw our souls to heaven."
Within the space of a few months Mary and each of her two older brothers had lost a baby girl. Here is a
verse written by Mary Derrick Balis on the death of three little girl Derrick cousins between May and November1884.
"To the Memory of little Susie, May, and Ina - by One who Loved them all
Twas in a garden where bright flowers bloom
And noxious weeds forever were upspringing.
The air was heavy with sweet perfume
But poisonous breaths the weeds were ever bringing.
Three lily buds upon their parent stems
Received the gardeners ever watchful care.
He cherished as misers do their gems
And sheltered them from each rude breath of air.
And as he watched each petal, pure, unfold,
He loved them more with each discovered grace,
Until he thought, No other hand more bold
Must pluck my flowers from their growing place.
I must at least have one. Which shall it be?
The one half open with its pearly leaves
Half hiding, half disclosing, promises to me
That makes its plucking sore to grieve?
But should I leave it - that I cannot do.
I must have one. He broke it from its stem
Then turning, gazed upon the other two.
"I must have all!" he cried. "I must have them!"
"The one almost a lily bloom
The one a tiny bud, so fair and sweet."
He left the garden all in the deepest gloom
And took his treasure to the Master's feet.
"Master, behold these lovely buds I bring.
They were too pure and fair to bloom on earth.
Here in your garden all the year is spring
And here of loving care there is no dearth.
On earth rude storms must sometimes near them come.
Perhaps the tempest finds them in its track.
I love my flowers. 'Tis why I bring them home.
I love them so, I would not take them back.
Though I shall miss them and shall often weep
Still this will comfort me thru future years.
I know the Master safe my buds will keep
And in his own good time will dry my tears."
Mary wrote many poems. Here is one she wrote when Grandma Balis, her husband's grandmother, died.
To the Memory of "Grandma Balis"
Died Dec. 19, 1881, aged 80 years.
Straightened at last the crippled limbs,
Folded in rest the weary hands,
Another angel near God's throne,
Happiest of all the angel band.
Weary, and faint, and sick, below,
Yet waiting with patience the Master's will;
Wondering why others were called to go,
While she, so willing, should linger still.
Full of good works, her simple life,
Full of firm faith, her trusting heart;
Her gentle words disarmed all strife.
And took from the bitterest wound its smart.
The Lord was her comfort, her strength, her trust,
Her "Rock of Refuge" in time of need,
Tho' the poor, weak body will crumble to dust,
She leaned, we know, on no broken reed.
And we feel she has gone to her sure reward
In heaven, where "The ransomed and angels be,"
For "Blessed are they who die in the Lord,"
And we truly can say, Of such was she.
M. L. Balis
Orleans Nebraska
Jan. 9th, 1882
Here is a poem she wrote for the Orleans paper. Bittersweet was her pen name.
Resting Hours
by Bittersweet
The hour has come, the evening hour,
The one of all I love the best,
When quiet reigns with subtle power,
And mind and hands, alike may rest.
In restful sleep the children lay.
Each snugly nestled in his place,
And lines of care formed through the day,
This resting hour must new erase.
Let every care be now forgot,
I'll simply rest, and dream, and think,
Life's toil and worry reach me not,
A cup unadorned, but sweet, I drink.
I wander through green fields where none
Can see the wonders that I see,
Where bloom the flowers, and shines the sun
But only bloom and shine for me.
No other hand may pluck the flowers,
No other eyes may see the light,
But in the evening, resting hours,
I see this scene so fair and bright.
I sit beside soft flowing streams,
And weave sweet fancies, weird and rare,
I sing with ease, of unknown themes,
And laurel blossoms deck my hair.
And when my resting hour is o'er,
I wake refreshed and full of hope,
I find life's burdens less a bore,
With daily care I'm strong to cope.
So while I journey on life's way
And pluck alike both thorns and flowers,
I'll thank my God that every day,
He gives to me these resting hours.
The following letter was written by Mary to Belle Moore Derrick, wife of Mary's brother, Franklin Derrick, Brodhead. Belle and Frank were one of the three couples of Derrick siblings that lost a baby girl during 1884. Sue Derrick lived from November 1883 to May 1884. The Hettie mentioned is Mary's younger sister, mother of Pearl, who lives nearby in Nebraska.
"Orleans, Nebraska January 1st 1885
Dear Sister Belle!
It is New Year's night, and though I cannot myself say "A Happy New Year" just now, still I will wish that this tender New Year may prove less sorrowful than the cruel old one has been for us all. May our wounds be healed and no new ones come to us. What a year it has been. Why! Oh Why! is it Hettie lives in constant dread. She feels as though our girl babies all are to be called home. Three little white doves have flown from earth to heaven. Belle, I can almost see them there with Grandma and Ma. My little Ina girl just as she used to be here, all mused and rumpled, just as she used to talk to me, with her little baby twists and puckers. Sweet little daisy. She was so bright and good, but she has left us and while our hearts ache and our tears flow, still we would not call her back. I know our grief is selfish for it is all for ourselves. We know she is safe. Were we as much so. We grieve for our loss when we should rejoice in her gain.
The holidays passed quietly. The little ones requested that they might go without presents and save theirs for fixing and fencing sister's grave, so Papa gave them the money instead. Hettie took dinner with Mrs. Hunter Christmas. They live near each other. I was over to Hettie's two weeks ago. They were well. Pearl walks and says quite a good many words.
Our children all go to school except Ernie. The teacher boards with us. Then we have such a nice old man John has hired for a year. He helps me ever so much, is a bachelor and knows how to do all kinds of work. He says if I can go home before spring work commences he can keep house. The teacher could board somewhere else, and I hire my washing and ironing done anyway. So if anything happens so we can spare the means I shall try and come. If I don't, I don't know when I ever can. My cough is quite bad again this winter, and I stay at home quite close. We are having real cold weather here now, for about two weeks back. Before that it was beautiful weather. Our first snow came this week.
Poor Tid and Ellen, how we pity them too. It seems as though it must be a fearful blow to them. Sweet little May. Her life's record was pure and brief. You truly say I did not lose all. We do find much to comfort us in our other little ones. We have good children, all of them grow so fast. Frankie is nearly as tall as I am. Robbie is a slow, honest chap, very different from Frank. Frank is very quiet, a great reader and says but little. Skippie (Flora) is such a fat strong little Dutch woman. She is good as gold. Mabel, quick of eye and temper, a little vixen. She is Aunt Hettie's pet. Hettie Belle is slow, good natured and lazy. Ernie is rather spoiled. He was sick so much and since baby went away he has clung close to me and I have babied too much for his own good.
Well, I must stop for this time. You will never know how dear your letter was to me. We know it was true sympathy that called a letter from you or Tid. Good old Tid. He wrote us such a good long letter. I wish I could see you all, but God only knows what the weeks may bring forth. I will write to Frank before long.
With love to all, Your sister, Mollie
Mary did go home to Wisconsin that spring, for a visit.
This following letter from Mary to her husband's sister, Hettie Balis TenEcyk, was written little more than a month before Mary died. It tells about their new home in the town of Orleans.
Orleans, Nebraska May 30th 1886
Dear Aunt Hat TenEcyk - Family -
Guess, no doubt, that I don't write, but oh Aunt Hat, I think the letters I write will be very few.
Perhaps these will be the last lines I shall ever trace to you. If so let them speak all the love and gratitude of a lifetime, for the many acts of kindness you have shown me and mine in the good old days. I am very, very poorly. I don't tell the rest so, but I feel that my days on earth are numbered, and the number few. Unless I should run into lingering consumption which I hope you will all pray may not be. Still, if it is God's will that I should suffer, I hope He will give me strength and grace to submit.
John is down to his father's this week. We have such a nice place in town. Have possession tomorrow. The house is 26x14 upright and 20x 14 wing and two stories all of it. Just think Aunt Hat, it does seem a ____ hard when we were just so we could enjoy the fruits of privation and toil and such splendid schools. A large Free Methodist College and the best of graded schools, such a chance for our boys and girls, and I broke down. John is not a bit well, he coughs a good deal and has but little strength. Still, he keeps knocking around. He sells and trades real estate. We have a splendid little team and a two-seated buggy, 18 head of cattle and some fine hogs. Some nice Plymouth Rock fowls. We had about 8 qts. strawberries last year and a bushel of red raspberries. We will have a good many this year. I hate to leave the place. We have a good many trees growing in a circle, a few apple trees, Dew berries (Mary sent me) gooseberries, a few currants, some of Twinnings' famous blackberries, three kinds of raspberries, pie plant, asparagus,horseradish, etc, etc. So you see we leave a good deal. We have nine kinds of melons planted here, and the best kind of a garden. Lots of sweet corn and potatoes. We have 180 acres here and 160 acres (a grand garden) and our house and three lots in Orleans. If we sell this place it will clear every cent we owe and leave us 160 acres of land and our stock and our place in town free and clear and some cash to handle besides. Do you think that is bad? My, we wouldn't think of selling for less than $2,500. We have been offered $2,000 for it and the place in town is cheap at $1,500. Everybody says it's only a year since it was built. Now, I will say, excuse my paper I found and I had no other and was bound to write.
You wouldn't know the children they are all well and grow so, they are all ready to run for Mama. Little Ernie is just four years old last night, baby Ina would have been 2 the last of July. The children have had me making wreaths of rosebuds, and they have nearly a day (bouquet) to put on sister's grave tomorrow. I wish I could go. I had such a good girl, but her Pa sent for her to come down in Kansas to take land. The one I have now is more wind than work. She talks half the time. But she is much better than no girl and is very kind and loves children. But things don't look like when Ma was doing the work the children say.
Our expenses are over ten dollars a week besides clothes. I pay my girl $2.50 per week and the wash, it makes me nearly sick. John gets me everything in the market. I have California canned fruit all the time, fresh fish, nite again, and beef steak all the time. I have strawberries at 35 cents per box until I got tired of them, and then my doctor bills. But I must stop, my arm is ready to drop off. Only intended to write a few lines. I felt so bad but it is so long since I wrote I couldn't help telling you how we were doing.
John bought a 160 acres while I was home (back in Brodhead) last spring, held it about 8 months and sold it. Cleared $850.00 cash. You see it pays.
Well do write to me a long letter. They cheer me up.
Good-bye, Your loving niece, M.L. Balis
Mary lived barely more than a month after writing that letter, dying on July 4, 1886.
This is the obituary notice that appeared in the Brodhead paper:
"Mrs. Mary Lorinda Derrick Balis
Born: Mar. 18, 1853 Spring Grove Township, Green Co., WI, South of Brodhead
Died: July 4, 1886 Buried: Orleans, Nebraska
“Mary Derrick, the daughter of our townsman, Mr. F. H. Derrick, was born in Spring Grove Township, Green Co., WI, March 18, 1853 and resided there until her marriage. She received her early education in the district school and later attended high school in Brodhead. Quick to learn, full of young life and ambition, she was not only an apt scholar, but the life and center of every group in which she mingled.
“In 1871 she met with the loss of her mother by death, and during the year following she remained in the old home keeping house for her father. In the fall of 1872 she was united in marriage to John C. Balis, and they made their home in Spring Grove township until 1879 when they moved to Harlan County, Nebraska and settled upon a farm about 10 miles north of Orleans. Here she resided until a few weeks previous to her death. Mr. Balis moved into the village of Orleans that his wife might have better care and medical attention. But all that could be done proved unavailing save as it eased her pathway to the tomb.
“In the spring of 1885 Mrs. Balis came here to her old home and spent six or seven weeks amid the scenes and with the friends of her early life. Her health then was not firm, but she looked forward to many years of a helpful happy life. But instead of improving she grew weaker, and for the last three months of her life she was most of the time confined to her bed.
“On Sunday July 4th the worn spirit passed to rest. Besides the bereaved husband, six children, three girls and three boys from four to thirteen years of age remain to mourn the loss of a faithful wife and a fond mother. Mr. and Mrs. F. H. Derrick (Franklin H. and Mary Ann Williams Northrup Derrick) reached their daughters bedside in time to be with her and soothe her by their presence and love in the last hours of her life.
“The funeral was on Tuesday, July 6th at the M.E. Church in Orleans. The services were conducted by Rev. N. F. Kletzing, and the remains were followed to their last resting place by a large concourse of sorrowing and sympathetic friends.
“Here where Mrs. Balis was well known, Where she grew from childhood to womanhood, she needs no eulogy from us. Rarely gifted by nature, she was not only the thrifty housewife and careful home-mother, she was a graceful writer, both of prose and verse. In the first number of Independent Register issued by us and bearing the date may 30, 1879 in a happy, hopeful letter from her, written from Sunday Camp Creek, about twelve miles beyond Sabula ----------. They were on their way to the new home in the new country and the rainbow of hope spanned their sky. Indeed, though some of her latter letters revealed a touch of homesickness, she never ceased to be enthusiastic about Nebraska, both its present and its future. Our last contribution from her pen was the lines in memory of Abbie Farmer Folsom, written when she felt that she too should soon cross the dark river. She was a frequent and welcome contributor to the Harlan County Press published in Orleans, Nebraska and we gladly clip the following tribute from its columns:
'In the death of Mrs. J. C. Balis the Press has lost one of its best friends and most fluent writers, 'Bittersweet', as everyone knew her. Her poetry was generally written for her home paper in Brodhead, Wisconsin, and then has been copied for the Press. Where we knew her best, however, was in the brilliant prose composition to the paper. All readers have missed her during her late sickness and none regret her early death more than the circle of choice friends who so admired her.' "
In addition to her writing, Mary Derrick Balis did some lovely drawings. Two bear special mention.
A pen and ink drawing of Napoleon on horseback was given to Florence Allison, first wife of Mary's son Frank, for her son, Thomas. Another pen and ink drawing of a flowery wreath with Mary's photograph in the middle has the words "For Father" written beneath it. This drawing is now in the possession of Shirley Nyman Harris.
So, dear children, this is the story of one of your great great great grandmothers. She was beautiful and brilliant. She was a good wife and mother and tried with all her heart to live a good Christian life. She lived with great hope and happiness as well as tremendous grief. She was one of our country's pioneer woman. Though everyday she faced dirt and bugs and hard work she still brought to the life of her family and her community the light of learning and the gifted sensitivity of a poet and an artist. I hope you will always remember her.
Here's how we're related to May Lorinda Derrick: Mary was the mother of Flora Balis. Flora was the mother of Harold Stevens. Harold was the father of Paul Stevens. You know him. He's your Grandpa! Paul is the father of Dawne Stevens. Dawne is the mommy of...all four of you!
So Hooray for Mary Lorinda Derrick Balis!
Love,
Granny
To the Memory of "Grandma Balis"
Died Dec. 19, 1881, aged 80 years.
Straightened at last the crippled limbs,
Folded in rest the weary hands,
Another angel near God's throne,
Happiest of all the angel band.
Weary, and faint, and sick, below,
Yet waiting with patience the Master's will;
Wondering why others were called to go,
While she, so willing, should linger still.
Full of good works, her simple life,
Full of firm faith, her trusting heart;
Her gentle words disarmed all strife.
And took from the bitterest wound its smart.
The Lord was her comfort, her strength, her trust,
Her "Rock of Refuge" in time of need,
Tho' the poor,weak body will crumble to dust,
She leaned, we know on no broken reed.
And we feel she has gone to her sure reward
In heaven, where "The ransomed and angels be,"
For "Blessed are they who die in the Lord,"
And we truly can say, Of such was she.
M. L. Balis
Orleans Nebraska
Jan. 9th, 1882
RESTING HOURS
By
Bittersweet
The hour has come, the evening hour,
The one of all I love the best,
When quiet reigns with subtle power,
And mind and hands, alike may rest.
In restful sleep the children lay.
Each snugly nestled in his place,
And lines of care formed through the day,
This resting hour must new erase.
Let every care be now forgot,
I'll simply rest, and dream, and think,
Life's toil and worry reach me not,
A cup unadorned, but sweet, I drink.
I wander through green fields where none
Can see the wonders that I see,
Where bloom the flowers, and shines the sun
But only bloom and shine for me.
No other hand may pluck the flowers,
No other eyes may see the light,
But in the evening, resting hours,
I see this scene so fair and bright
I sit beside soft flowing streams,
And weave sweet fancies, weird and rare,
I sing with ease, of unknown themes,
And laurel blossoms deck my hair.
And when my resting hour is o'er,
I wake refreshed and full of hope,
lfind life's burdens less a bore,
With daily care I'm strong to cope.
So while I journey on life's way
And pluck alike both thorns and flowers,
I'll thank my God that every day,
He gives to me these resting hours.
"Ina Maude Balis, daughter of John and Mary Derrick Balis, died November 20, 1884. born July 3, 1884, age 3 months and 21 days, buried at Orleans, Nebraska.
A verse written by her mother, Mary Derrick Balis:
God looking down from heaven
Saw our Ina, sweet and fair.
'She is too pure for earth,' He said,
'I'll take her to my care.'
And while we grieve that God should take
The treasure He had given
Her tiny hands still hold the charm
To draw our souls to heaven."
Verse written by Mary Derrick Balis on the death of three little girl Derrick cousins between May and October 1884.
"To the Memory of little Susie, May, and Ina - by One who Loved them all
Twas in a garden where bright flowers bloom
And noxious weeds forever were upspringing.
The air was heavy with sweet perfume
But poisonous breaths the weeds were ever bringing.
Three lilly buds upon their parent stems
Received the gardeners ever watchful care.
He cherished as misers do their gems
And sheltered them from each rude breath of air.
And as he watched each petal, pure, unfold,
He loved them more with each discovered grace,
Until he thought, No other hand more bold
Must pluck my flowers from their growing place.
I must at least have one. Which shall it be?
The one half open with its pearly leaves
Half hiding, half disclosing, promises to me
That makes its plucking sore to grieve?
But should I leave it - that I cannot do.
I must have one. He broke it from its stem
Then turning, gazed upon the other two.
"I must have all!" he cried. "I must have them!"
"The one almost a lily bloom
The one a tiny bud, so fair and sweet."
He left the garden all in the deepest gloom
And took his treasure to the Master's feet.
"Master, behold these lovely buds I bring.
They were too pure and fair to bloom on earth.
Here in your garden all the year is spring
And here of loving care there is no dearth.
On earth rude storms must sometimes near them come.
Perhaps the tempest finds them in its track.
I love my flowers. 'Tis why I bring them home.
I love them so, I would not take them back.
Though I shall miss them and shall often weep
Still this will comfort me thru future years.
I know the Master safe my buds will keep
And in his own good time will dry my tears."
Line 30 Dwelling # 148 Household # 148
Derrick, F.H. age 46 farmer Real Estate = $15,000 b. NY
Harriet 48 Canada
Theodore 22 farmer WI
Frank 20 in school WI
Mary 17 in school WI
Levi 15 in school WI
Harriet 13 in school WI
Peter 8 in school WI
Lorinda 78 NY
_Richard KAYHART ____+
| (.... - 1850) m 1824
_Edward KAYHART _____|
| (1847 - ....) |
| |_Elizabeth DEMOUTH __+
| (1803 - ....) m 1824
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|--Elizabeth KAYHART
| (1871 - ....)
| _____________________
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|_Mary J _____________|
(1849 - ....) |
|_____________________
[9200]
Per N Henton: "James and Fannie Lowe-or Loaf August 14, 1845 Hanover, Germany were married in Atchison County Missouri March 26, 1864.
Marriage license says Lowe. But another site I found says she was with a DR. Moore family in Buchanan Township Missouri and that her name was Fannie Loaf. James obit names her as Grace Moore, her tombstone Gresencia L. White--the cemetery records say Gresencia Grace Moore. (no proof, but legend says her parents died on of cholera on the ship coming from Germany. She had a sister (Walburga 1841 who married H. Alexander Tiehen and lived in Dawson, Nebraska she died at 37 years (1878 at Dawson Nebraska). "
"In 1892 Fannie filed for divorce and later took her own life."
According to info sent by Norma Henton, Fannie was raised by Dr. & Mrs. Moore who also took in and raised many other orphaned or abandoned children.
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_John Uldige RATELLE _|
| (1869 - 1910) |
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|--Pearl RATELLE
| (1895 - 1978)
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|_Lina CHRISTIANSEN ___|
(1873 - 1946) |
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[9410]
Michael Tucker sends this story about his Aunt Pearl:
"Aunt Pearl was very secure and outgoing. ..My grandma's sister had no
children herself, so every summer 50 years or so ago, she would have
all her great-nieces and great-nephews for summer holidays at her lake
cottage in Rhinelander. We used to have so much fun. My darling Aunt
Pearl used to let us stay up late to watch
all-star wrestling with her. Then she'd fry perch on the kitchen
stove, and we'd eat potato chips and dips with her! Grandma's sister
Aunt Pearl used to play the piano for the silent movies in Loyal in
the 1920's! She was a GEM!"
[9412] Email to Dianne Stevens 4 July 2006
_Charles STEVENS _______+
| (1829 - 1917) m 1864
_Addison Archibald STEVENS _|
| (1865 - 1952) m 1895 |
| |_Catherine PATRIQUIN ___+
| (1835 - 1920) m 1864
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|--Mildred Blanche STEVENS
| (1904 - 1998)
| _William Andrew GRAHAM _
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|_Zema Ann GRAHAM ___________|
(1877 - 1963) m 1895 |
|_Rebecca Jane SMITH ____
Line 1 318 laurel St. dwelling # 53 Family # 90
Stevens, Addison Head Rents age 52 m imm: 1870 Nat: 1910 NS WI WI occ: coal Miner wage
Zenia wife 42 m OR OH VA none
Roxie dau 17 s OR NS OR school
Mildred dau 15 s ID NS OR school
Wayne son 13 s ID NS OR school
Roy son 8 s ID NS OR school
Lloyd son 6 s ID NS OR
Catherine dau 3 s ID NS OR
Marion dau 1 s WA NS OR
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Ulmer, Earsel Radio age 24 m at 19 MO MO WI occ: Farmer
Mildred 25 20 ID Nova Scotia OR