Grandma’s Puppy Pal

Grandma’s Puppy Pal
One of a series of “Stories for My Great-Grandchildren”
Excerpt from “Growing Up on Polecat Hill”

By Ruby Beard Tuggle

Edited by Greg Bennette
Illustrated by Carol Bennette
© 2006

Grandma was a very proper lady barely five feet tall with tiny hands and feet and a slender waist.
Grandma was a very proper lady barely five feet tall with tiny hands and feet and a slender waist.

[Fall 1931] About a year and a half after we were married, Paul came home from town, popped into the kitchen where I was working, and said, “We have our baby!” I clasped my hands over my bulging pregnant waistline and said, “What on earth are you talking about?”

He opened the door again and in bounced the friskiest pup I’d ever seen. We both laughed at once. He tilted his head at an angle which seemed to say, “Come on! Let’s have a little fun!” His name was Pal.

Grandma was a very proper lady barely five feet tall with tiny hands and feet and a slender waist. I doubt that she ever weighed much more than a hundred pounds. She was always properly groomed from the soles of her well-shod feet to the crown of her perfectly arranged hair. She used to say, “Cleanliness isn’t next to Godliness. Cleanliness is the more important!”

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Mildred’s Wedding

Mildred’s Wedding
One of a series of “Stories for My Great-Grandchildren”
Excerpt from “Growing Up on Polecat Hill”

By Ruby Beard Tuggle

Edited by Greg Bennette
Illustrated by Carol Bennette
© 2006

On the morning of her wedding day Mildred asked me to go with her to get the flowers that friends had told her she might have from their gardens, and to gather fern-like asparagus foliage to use in the bouquets we would make. How lovely our house looked! In my imagination, I saw my pretty sister standing amid those beautiful bouquets, promising to love, honor, and cherish Harry Pickett.

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1918 – A Time for Dying

1918 – A Time for Dying
One of a series of “Stories for My Great-Grandchildren”
Excerpt from “Growing Up on Polecat Hill”
By Ruby Beard Tuggle

All was not well with the world the year of 1918. War had drained America of her finest young men. The flu killed more people than the war. I was five years old.

Ted was the first to come down with the flu; then Henryetta, Frank, and I quickly followed. The danger that we might die was very real. We were so scared.

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Burial Location of Anne Roelofson Scott

Anne Roelofson Scott
Anne Roelofson Scott
died on the Oregon Trail.
Could her exact burial place have been discovered by a road crew?

The story by Jodi Rogstad, Asst. Managing Editor/Features of the Wyoming Tribune Eagle, dated April 27, 2015, is of interest to anyone with ancestry who traversed the Oregon Trail between 1850 and 1870. Many thousands died along the trail and were buried in unmarked graves or marked graves whose markings have degraded to the point of unrecognizable. This is the story of one such grave – but with a twist – this grave may hold the bones of a well-described person and her place and fashion of burial – so well described that this may indeed be the final resting place of the body of Anne Roelofson Scott, mother of two famous early Oregonians: women’s suffrage crusader, Abigail Scott Duniway; and first editor-in-chief of the Oregonian, Harvey Whitefield Scott.

http://www.wyomingnews.com/articles/2015/04/29/entertainment/01-pioneers-oregon-trail-glendo.txt

About Mary Smith Roelofson

When Thomas Roelofson (1825-1897) was six-months old, his mother Mary, went back to her old home in Kentucky for a visit. She traveled by horseback alone, except for the baby, Thomas, whom she carried before her on the saddle, guiding the horse with her free hand.

Lawrence’s home was always open to ministers. At the time of the Meteoric Shower (in 1832), a number of neighbors flocked to his house in fear.

About 1835, Mary, climbing a fence with a bundle of yarn she was taking to a loom to be woven, fell and broke her right leg just above the ankle, and was bitten on the leg by a sow, which became infected and would not heal. She was bedfast, suffering great and constant pain for about 7 years. Gangrene finally made amputation necessary. The operation was performed at the hands of an unskilled doctor and crude instruments, no anesthetic. Three operations were performed before it would heal. Young Thomas witnessed his mother’s agony and vowed revenge on the Doctor when he grew up, but the doctor died before he could carry out his threat.

Mary was described as of low stature, blue eyes, and of light complexion and red hair. She loved her home, used crutches when walking any distance after her injury. She did her housework with leg resting on a chair, which she shoved along so she could have it handy when she stopped.

“I have walked with her many times, carrying her knitting bag. I saw her for the last time in 1862; she was blind and feeble.” (Handwritten note in the Oregon State Archives, author unknown)

From Ancestors of Robert Carl Cook, by K. B. Cook

Nicholas and Sarah Hopper Lee

By Hon. Joseph D. Lee

The best information of the Lee family is that three brothers came from Normandy, France, with William the Conqueror in the year 1066. Their Norman name was DeLei and was Anglicized Lee.

Intervening history is too lengthy for recital in this paper. Joseph Lee, related to the Revolutionary Lees, was born in Cape May County, New Jersey, about 1781. When some 30 years of age he married Amy Lunbeck. In 1817 with their first child Jonathan Johnson Lee they moved to Pike county, Ohio, where were born Nicholas, Richard, Joseph Dunn Bradford and several daughters.

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Five High School Youths Brave Oregon Coast During 105 Mile Hike

Hike Down Coast Proves Hilarious
By Virginia Muhle

A T-R Feature
Dateline July 1946

Malcolm March, Jim Hart, Dick Bennette, Joe Jensen and Dick Muhle made historic 105 mile trek down Oregon Coast in 1946.It was June 9—day for the realization of several weeks of planning when five McMinnville high school boys set off on the first lap of a proposed 105-mile hike down the Oregon coast. The five, Malcolm March, Jim Hart, Dick Bennette, Joe Jensen and Dick Muhle, planned stops all along the stretch of sand, trees, rain and ocean between Ocean Lake and Reedsport and they intended to make the trek within 10 days.

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The Rattlesnake

by Martha Roelofson Caffee about her great grandparents, Lawrence Roelofson and Mary Smith Roelofson.

Among the early pioneers of Kentucky were your great, great, great grandparents, Lawrence and Mary Roelofson who were married in 1796. They were the maternal grandparents of your great grandfather, John T. Gowdy.

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The Cougar

As told to Beth Gowdy by her mother, Anne Eliza Kemp Gowdy

When I was ten years old, we lived for about a year in a little log cabin in Polk County, near where Fort Sheridan stood. Ever since we had been in Oregon, we had lived in Salem, and had near neighbors with children to play with me. This was a lonesome place, no houses in sight and no near neighbors.

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The Bee Story

As told to Elsie Odell Bennette by Beth Gowdy. Bellpassi was a little town, that was moved to be by the railroad and its name changed to Woodburn. Before that Mr. Brown had the station for the stage stops between Oregon and California. Mrs. Brown cooked for the passengers. The horses were changed there and my father cared for them, and made trips back and forth to Portland.

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