Thursday, September 30, 2010

Treasure Chest Thursday - My Bronzed Booties

See -- I have always had big feet!
Leslie Ann Smedley September 30, 1962

For as long as I can remember this photo has been displayed along with my bronzed booties in various places at mom's house. Thirteen years ago today she decided that I was old enough and responsible enough to take care of it (or was she just finally able to let go of it?) and gave it to me for my birthday.

At any rate, this is something that I will always treasure.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

1912 & 1916 Kurdish Bibles

About a month ago hubby and I stopped at a yard sale on our way back from the Waldo Flea Market.   Boy did I find a treasure there! Not only one, but two Kurdish Bibles that belonged to Dr. Charles V. Perrill.

These inscriptions are hard to read, but I will attempt to transcribe what it says. At the top it has his name.

Ariba 2 Jan 1913 - Feb 1916
Balia Mar 1917 - Mar 1927
C_____ Oct 1928 - Jan 1930
_______ Jan 1930 - July 1930

Charles V. Perrill M. D.
with best wishes for
many happy years of
service in India
     Aunt Jeanie (Peters)
March 1940.

It seems that Dr. Perrill was a very productive member of society.
I found this bio in a 2007 Fall/winter issue of PENNMedicine  Magazine.

I was also able to find an 8 page personal account that was published in the Bulletin of the American College of Surgeons.

Two lifetimes of medical adventure
by,  Charles V. Perrill, MSc, MD, FACS, Penney Farms, Florida

It is a very interesting read.

After reading about this wonderful man, I could not believe what I found in his obituary -

 Florida Times-Union, The (Jacksonville, FL) - June 8, 2007
Deceased Name: Charles Perrill
FL United States
PERRILL- Charles Perrill, age 94, died 6/06/07. Helm Funeral Home, Green Cove Springs.

Florida Times-Union, The (Jacksonville, FL)
Date: June 8, 2007
Record Number: 88792184
Copyright (c) 2007 The Florida Times-Union
I  feel angry and sad that his lifetime accomplishments were not included in his obituary!!  Hopefully somewhere there is a more deserving obituary that I was not able to find.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Treasure Chest Thursday - Warm Fuzzy Grandpas

When I came back from my visit to Idaho last May I was able to fit a few things in my suitcase that had been stashed in boxes down in mom's basement for let's see, seven years now. One of those things was this precious treasure:

The frame is pretty and all, but the true treasure is the warm and fuzzy lookin' guy inside the frame. I call him grandpa Marv.

Grandpa Marv and grandma Marge gave this photo to us for Christmas one year. They aren't "related" to me, but he was my grandpa in every way that counts.  We kind of adopted each other around 1997.

Hubby never had a positive male role model growing up and grandpa filled that hole till it was overflowing. I was only fortunate to know one of my real grandfathers. I did share some moments with him, but not as much as I liked.  I think the older grandkids got the best of him.

No matter what was going on in my life grandpa Marv would always be there for me and hubby. We spent so many wonderful times fishing, camping, and getting together for the holidays. But, the best times were when we just went down to hang out and visit at their house, which felt like home to me.

I was reading through some of my journals and found some entries about him (a search button sure would have been handy!)and I wanted to share them with you.
         Monday, Oct 27, 1997
I am not in the best of spirits today. Grandpa Marv had a heart attack yesterday...
I went to see him today...
Grandpa seemed to be doing alright. It was hard to see him like that -- hooked up to wires and tubes in his nose. I wish he would quit smoking!
They are going to do an angiogram in the morning. I was looking in the gift shop while I was up there, and I saw the cutest little thing. I just had to get it for him. It was a stuffed toad all dressed in fishing clothes and holding a fishing pole with a fish on the line. Grandpa is my fishing buddy you know.

August 14, 2001
It was just after 9 when I got home from work last night and noticed from the caller id that grandpa Marvin called.  I called back and it was hubby saying that grandpa wasn't doing so good and that I should come down and see him. 

They had just taken all the ivs out of his arms and I believe today or tomorrow they are going to unhook him from the oxygen per his request.

I got right in the car and went to grandma's. Grandpa was lying in his bed. I sat down by the bed and held his hand and squeezed.  He opened his eyes and said, "Did you get your teeth fixed?"  I told him,"Yes, I sure did."

He was on his pain medication so he was sleepy. His stomach is so bloated, and it is so hard for him to breath; even with the oxygen.

It was so hard to see him like that - my sweet old honey grandpa lying there helpless.  He is ready to go, I know.  He is tired of being a burden (not) and just can't take anymore. I understand, but I just can't bear the thought of losing him.

I told grandpa I loved him and kissed him on the mouth and we went home.
August 19, 2001
Grandpa died yesterday around 5 p.m. in his sleep.  He went peacefully, my sweet, honey, grandpa.

Idaho State Journal, 08/20/01
POCATELLO ID Marvin Daniel Whitworth, 73, passed away Saturday, August 18, 2001, at his home after a lengthy illness. Marvin (Marv) was born on June 18, 1928, at Inkom, Idaho, to Francis (Frank) and Katheryn O. Whitworth. He grew up in Chesterfield, attending school in Inkom, Bancroft and Pocatello.
On October 6, 1950, he married Margaret (Marge) A. Valentine at Chesterfield, Idaho. He ranched in the Chesterfield, Eight Mile, south of Soda Springs, and the Doc Newton Ranch on Marsh Creek Road. He began employment for Idaho Portland Cement (Ash Grove) in 1957, became a foreman until his retirement in 1991.
Marvin and his wife, Marge, had a race horse training business from 1969 until 1984. He enjoyed hunting, fishing and summers with his family and friends at his retirement home located at Cedar Bay Marina, Henry, Idaho.
He is survived by his wife of 50 years, Marge, Inkom; four daughters, Terry Lish and Marilyn Brown, both of Inkom; Jackie (Dennis) Davis and Marian (Marvin) Shappart, Pocatello; three granddaughters, Leslie (Dan) Bull and Totonka, Sharlene Gonzalas and Kim Jones; three grandsons, Spencer, Terry and Troy (Teresa) Davis; three great-grandsons, Andrew, Anthony Gonzalas and Kyle (Powers) Davis; his father, Francis (Frank) Whitworth, Inkom; sisters, Darla (Jud) Tolman, Portland, Oregon; Iris (Gordon) Bernier, Inkom; brothers, Arden (Norma) Whitworth and Albert (Karen) Whitworth, all of Inkom. He also is survived by numerous nieces and nephews and his honorary family of Robbie and Margurite Davis of New York.
He was preceded in death by his mother, Katheryn; and a brother, Steven Whitworth; grandsons, Juston D. Corson Whitworth and Heath A. Lish.
Funeral services will be held Wednesday, August 22, 2001, at 2 p.m. in the Inkom L.D.S. Church with Bishop David Hunt of the Rapid Creek Ward conducting.
The family will receive friends from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. Tuesday evening at the Henderson-Cornelison Funeral Home, 431 North 15th Ave., Pocatello, and also at the church from 1 p.m. until service time. He will be laid to rest in the Inkom Cemetery.
I wrote this poem and put it on two different backqrounds, one for grandma and one for me.

I have been thinking of him for two days now and I am about out of tissues.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Hollis Powell 1944 Yearbook Autograph Page 4

This is the fourth autograph page from the 1944 Turlock High School yearbook.

I will transcribe the upside down one because I don't want you to hurt your neck trying to read it.  Besides, I think it is a little comical.

Dear Hollis,
I won't you a long letter
because I will see you again.
I want to ride in your boat.
            As ever
Other signers are Wes, Elvira Marten, Barbara Flentge, and Doris Shevlin.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Treasure Chest Thursday -- Grandpa's Brand Record

While I was in Bear Lake this last May I went through newspaper clippings and whatnots that my aunt had stashed in envelopes.  Actually I went through them on the car ride back to Pocatello because we didn't find them until the last minute.

I set aside all the things that I wanted copies of and good ole cousin Daniell scanned them for me. Among the scanned goodies was grandpa's official Brand Record.

I also have uncle Ollie's original brand certificate that was among grandma Hazel's things. He lived with great-grandma and grandpa Piggott.

I wasn't aware that you could read a brand. I found a couple of sites about livestock brands and how to read them that might come in handy if you have ranchers, farmers, or cowboys in your ancestry.

  1. Livestock brands
  2. History of Cattle Brands

I am still trying to figure out how to read these two brands.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Hollis Powell 1944 Yearbook Autograph Page 3

Today I am posting another autograph page from Hollis Powell's Turlock high school yearbook.

Below is a transcription of one of the autographs.

I guess I've known you longer than any other
person in T.H.S. Your a swell kid. Best
wishes for a rowdy and rugged
fellow comrade.
Paul Snider
Paul Snider
Other signers are Dorothy Herring, Joyce Warren, Stan Norton, Helenn H., Eugene Maineo, Dorothy Backman, Ernie Badal.

I ran a search on Ernie Badal (mainly because I couldn't read his signature) and learned that he was on the baseball team in 1944 when I found the following document:


Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Tombstone Tuesday - Macedonia Cemetery, Macclenny, Florida

Last week I went to the Macedonia Cemetery in Macclenny, Florida to take a couple of volunteer photos for Find A Grave.  While I was there I looked around and took photos of some of the headstones that caught my eye. There were some beautiful ones and I wanted to share them.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Treasure Chest Thursday - Family Fun With Thomas The Train

Did you know that a Blackberry can also be a treasure chest? I didn't either until last night. I was thinking about the grand-kids and how much I miss them when I remembered this treasured video that I recorded while I was in Idaho last May.

Dad took mom and I to Butterburrs for dinner (I was all about the pie). One of my sons and his little family met us there. It was pretty busy so we just sat at the counter. That night was college graduation so the whole town was pretty busy. Thank goodness little Spence brought Thomas the train with him.

While we were waiting for our food my grandson got out his train and set it on the counter and aimed it down towards great-grandma. The train comes past my dad, past me, and then mom turned it around so it would go back to Spence. Each time it went past we had to move things out of the way and make sure that Thomas didn't derail off on to the floor.  We must have done that for about 5 minutes until I realized that I had a Blackberry in my purse and I had better get to recording this! I mean, come on, playing trains with mom, dad, grandma, great-grandma, and great-grandpa; how often does that happen? It never would have happened when I was a kid.

So you see, I may be a mom and a grandma, but I am really just a big kid (you should see me at the amusement park).

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