APPENDIX THREE
MY PARENTS AND MY
SIBLINGS
MY PARENTS –
My father was born at home in
Yadkin County, North Carolina on March 11, 1913. Where his
father farmed, raising primarily tobacco. When father was
two years his parents decided to relocate their family of
six to IA where farming was more rewarding and the schools
better. They moved in with relatives in Union, Iowa until
they located a nearby farm to rent. The farm had a very
large house, which unfortunately was destroyed by fire in
February 1917. The family lost all of their belongings
as well as the coming year’s seed corn. The family lived in
a temporary storage building while farming in 1917. In
November 1917, when dad was not yet five years old his
parents decided to return to North Carolina. In January
1919 the family decided to return to Iowa once again. My
father accompanied his father, older sister Safrona and
older brother Howard on the return to Iowa. Father’s
mother, two sisters and one brother stayed in North Carolina
until dad’s brother Thomas was born. Two months after
Thomas’ birth the five of them traveled to Iowa to rejoin
the family.
My father began school in
September 1920 at a country school south of Union,
Iowa. The family moved several times with dad and his
brothers and sisters attending various country schools. In
1923 the family moved to near Clemons, Iowa where the
family attended and most of them graduated from Clemons High
School. Father contracted osteomyelitis in about 1931 which
required several months of hospitalization at Mayo Clinic
Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota. Because he lost so much
of his school year, he dropped out of high school upon
recovery from his surgery. He located a job as a hired
man working on a farm directly across the road from where
mom lived with her parents on the then Ware family farm.
My mother was born on December 23, 1912 probably in their
home on the Marshalltown family farm.
She was raised primarily on the family farm except
for her first five years, when her family lived in
Marshalltown and her father worked as a carpenter.
That was the time of WW I but I am not aware of any
of her relatives being in the military service at that time
nor that being the reason the family moved to Marshalltown.
Also, we don’t know who farmed the home place between
1913 and 1918.
My mother attended school the
nearby one-room country school enrolling in the fall of 1918
and completed her first eight years there, most likely
walking to
school as soon as she was old enough to walk the ¼ mile to
school and to return to home. She then attended Marshalltown
Senior High School for her next four years graduating in
1931. My mother
probably lived with family or friends in Marshalltown while
attending school there, maybe even working for the party
where she stayed or part-time in a local store.
Upon graduating from high school, mom enrolled at
William Penn University from where her older brother and
older sister had recently graduated.
She however, transferred to Iowa State Teachers
College in
Cedar Falls, Iowa where she earned a two-year elementary
teaching certificate in 1933.
My mother was then employed as the teacher at the
Hurricane #5 country school close to the family farm.
She lived at home while teaching there.
My father and mother met, dated,
fell in love and married on August 31, 1934.
However, since my mother’s employment as a primary grades
teacher required her to be unwed, she and he kept
their wedding a secret.
They lived apart for that school year. Because, I
was to be born in August 1935, mother did not renew her
teaching contract upon the competition of that school year.
My father was then employed as a hired man near
Marshalltown so my parents moved into a local rental for the
first year of my life. My parents then moved in
with her parents in the spring of 1936 as dad and mom began
renting the Ware Family Farm at that time.
My mother died in the Methodist Hospital, Des Moines, IA of
cardiac failure on December 15, 1988.
My father died June 18, 1996 in his home of prostate
cancer which metastasized
into his bones. They are both buried in the family
plot of the Hartland, IA cemetery.
MY SIBLINGS -
RALPH & RUTH DAVIS’
CHILDREN
Witten by
themselves, other than Bob and Nancy’s which were written by
their spouses,
children and/or
brother Jim
Gerald Robert (Bob)
Davis (December 15, 1936 – October 9, 2013)
Bob was born December 15, 1936 at the Deaconess
Hospital
in Marshalltown, IA.
He was just 16 months younger than Jim.
They grew up together sharing toys, playmates and
events. Bob
began helping Jim with chores as soon as he was able during
those early years.
Bob started school two years later than Jim, as one
needed to be five years old to begin school.
Bob and Jim walked to and from school together.
As his older brother, Jim looked after him.
Bob occasionally needed help with his studies and Jim
was there for him. As he was able, Bob accepted more
responsibility for the chores, field work and other farm
tasks. He was a
good worker and eager to learn.
As Jim accepted more responsibility and more
difficult assignments, Bob would take over some of my jobs.
When, Jim’s pony Rusty, foal of Beauty, was ready to ride,
Bob was about seven years old.
He became Beauty’s primary rider and care giver.
He, our
sisters and our guests, would ride Beauty around the farm.
Bob, also participated in both the LaMoille
basketball and baseball teams.
His athletic skills were probably about average as
were the rest of his team-mates. In as much as the school
district his family lived in was considered “an independent
district” his parents could send their children to any
school in IA without an additional cost.
Bob and his younger siblings decided along with their
parents to attend the Clemons Consolidated School located
about ten miles northwest of his home beginning in the fall
of 1952. Bob
graduated in 1954 from Clemons.
Bob enrolled in Iowa State College – now ISU – for
the fall 1954 term.
He rented an apartment in a nearby private residence
and chose Farm Operations as a possible major.
Jim was enrolled in engineering and living in the
Acacia Fraternity at that time.
Bob and Jim socialized and kept in touch with each
other. Jim
offered to help him with his studies whenever he needed some
help.
However, college did not work for Bob.
At the end of the first quarter, he decided to drop
out of ISU and to enlist in the Army-actually
he volunteered for the draft.
This was
during the Korean War.
He was sent to basic training at Fort Leonard Wood,
MO. After
basic training, Bob chose the Army Airborne and was assigned
to the 101st Airborne Division, based at Fort
Campbell, Kentucky.
Bob, enjoyed a week of leave between his basic
training and reporting to Fort Campbell.
While training for the paratroops, Bob made his first
parachute jump.
He then decided that “paratrooping” was not something he
wanted to do after all.
He was able to transfer to the Military Police (MP)
at Fort Campbell.
He enjoyed the MP and completed his two year tour as
a MP.
Bob and Vieve Galloway were married in the LaMoille
Methodist Church on July 21, 1955.
Jim was honored to be Bob’s best man.
Bob and Vieve returned to Fort Campbell for the
completion of Bob’s enlistment. Bob and Vieve’s first child,
Kindra was born
November 27,
1956. They were
not able to return to Iowa for Christmas 1957.
However, Jim would finish his USMC Basic School
assignment in Quantico, Virginia in February 1957 and would
be driving from Virginia to his next duty station in
California with a planned several day stop in Iowa to see
our parents.
Since none of Kindra’s four grandparents had met
Kindra, Bob arranged for Jim to drive to Ft. Campbell on his
way from Virginia to Iowa and to have Vieve and Kindra
accompany Jim on to Iowa.
Kindra was the Davis grandparents first grandchild.
After Vieve and Kindra’s visit to Iowa, Bob’s mom and
dad drove them back to Ft. Campbell where they lived until
Bob’s two year tour was completed.
Bob, Vieve and Kindra returned to Iowa and began farming a
rented, farm
just north of Hartland, IA.
Kraig was born June 29, 1958.
Bob and Vieve rented several central Iowa farms the
following twenty three years.
Their family grew to four with two daughters, Kindra
born on June 29, 1958 and
Kyla
born on November 17, 1959 and a son,
Keith who was born on June 27, 1963.
Bob, Vieve and family spent most of their time on a
large farm immediately west of Nevada, IA where all four of
their children graduated from Nevada schools.
Kindra married Barry Jones on July 21, 1978 in the Methodist
church in Nevada.
Barry was employed at the Heart of Iowa grain
elevator in Nevada.
Kindra and Barry had two daughters, Amber born July
19, 1981 and Ashley born September 20, 1982.
Amber had a son, Kaine born February 13, 2007.
Amber married Jim Albright on March 21, 2017.
On February 12, 2020 Amber delivered a baby girl,
Lillian Vieve - appropriately named for her grandmother.
On May 14, 1983 I was visiting Bob for a few days at their
home in Nevada and attending meetings at ISU.
On that Sunday morning Bob learned that Kindra had
been in an auto accident earlier that morning and was in
Mary Greely Hospital.
Bob and I rushed to the hospital.
Her husband, Barry was there.
Amber and Ashley fortunately were not in the car at
the time of the accident.
They were safely asleep with their grandparents, at
Bob and Vieve’s house.
As the result
of severe spinal injuries from the accident, Kindra lost the
use of her legs and has been confined to a wheel chair ever
since. She is
blessed with a wonderful personality and has accepted her
fate with dignity, bravery and perseverance.
She found part-time employment at the Nevada School
system. She is
reasonably mobile with her auto and powered wheel chair
which she graduated to in 2018.
Barry, worked his entire career as an employee of
KeyCoop.
He was a valued employee and is frequently called back to
work as a temporary employee. They are retired and continue
living in Nevada.
Kraig attended Embry Riddle Aeronautical School in
Prescott, AZ for two years but then left that
and began working
for Honeywell
in Mesa, AZ.
Kraig was married to Tomiko April
2, 1988 at the Wrigley Mansion in Phoenix, Arizona.
Kraig and Tomiko had two children, Lauren, born on
October 13, 1991 and Austin born on August 21, 1993. Kraig
and Tomiko were divorced in 2011.
Kraig worked his entire career in the aeronautical
manufacturing field, always in the greater Phoenix, Arizona
area. He is now retired and living in Phoenix. Kyla attended
Patricia Stevens Business College, Omaha, NE from September
1978 to May 1980.
She was then employed
by a small engineering firm in Omaha.. She
subsequently made her career as a nanny caring for young
ones - as they are the delight of her life – many of those
years were in greater Boston, MA and for the past eight
years in the Des Moines area.
She owns a home in nearby Ankeny, IA. Keith married
Denise Holzmer on August 30, 1986 in the Nevada Methodist
Church. Keith
completed two years of DMACC (Des Moines Area Community
College) was employed by Grainger in Des Moines for 13
years. He then
moved to a nearby ethanol plant as the maintenance manager
of the newly constructed
plant.
Keith left that
position in 2011 and is now a Field Service Representive
with Danfoss. Denise has worked her entire adult life, as a
cosmetologist, a real estate agent and currently as the
office manager/receptionist/chief honcho/”Greeter” for the
Iowa State University
Foundation in Ames.
They built a home adjacent to Bob’s home in Nevada.
Keith and Denise have two sons, Zachary, born June
10, 1989 and Kolin, born July 23, 1991.
Zachary
married Logan Pejsha on October 17, 2015.
They have three children:
Jax, born September 6, 2014, Tatum, born September 8,
2017 and Ryan, born February 27, 2019.
They now own and live in their grandfather “Bob’s”
house adjacent to Zachary’s parents. Kolin married Morgan
Shickell on
September 16, 2017.
They have a daughter, Grace, born August 31, 2020.
They reside in Cedar Rapids, IA.
Bob and Vieve were divorced in 1987. Bob married Janice
Heiberger on December 28, 1988 at the Marshalltown Methodist
church.
Unfortunately, while returning from a visit to Des Moines on
June 15, 1989 they were in an auto accident when an
on-coming driver veered into their lane and hit the right
side of Bob’s car killing Janice outright.
Bob “retired” from farming in 1981.
He built a new home on old Route 30 about one mile
east of Nevada.
He drove a school bus for the Nevada school system for many
years after that..
Bob built a “ware” home (a combination three bay,
high clearance, oversized garage with a single level
approximate 1000 square feet
attached wing) which he finished off as comfortable
living quarters located about one-half mile south of Nevada
on Farmland that he owned.
He subsequently sold a two acre contiguous parcel to
his son Keith and Keith’s wife Denise
on which they built their lovely residence.
In October 2013., I was visiting Bob at his home and
reconnecting with family and ISU Chemical Engineering
Department, while staying with Bob.
Francine drove to Bob’s place from Minneapolis on
Saturday morning October 5th.
The three of us drove in Bob’s car to Oskaloosa, Iowa
to attend a William Penn University (WPU) awards ceremony.
The ceremony among other things included the
recognition of the Howard and Emma Ware family – mother’s
father and mother - with the WPU Torch Award.
We spent the evening and the following morning in
Oskaloosa and drove back to Bob’s home about noon on Sunday.
Fran and I said our good byes to Bob and headed to
Minneapolis early that afternoon.
Later that afternoon, Bob decided to do some work in one of
his buildings across the road that he had built and
rented as storage space to individuals who need to
store their boat, extra car or whatever for the
winter.
He had arranged to meet one of his renters there that
afternoon.
While waiting
for his renter, Bob decided to replace a burned out light
bulb that was about 12 feet above the concrete floor.
As he descended the ladder, after replacing the
lightbulb, his
foot missed a rung and he fell to the floor, hitting his
head. He lost consciousness.
He recovered consciousness, sat on a bench for a bit
and called Denise, his daughter-in-law who lived across the
street. Denise
rushed over to see him.
He told Denise he had only fallen from the second
rung of the ladder and was OK.
Never-the-less, Denise wisely said no we are going to
the emergency room in Nevada – about 2 miles
away.
Preliminary evaluations concluded that Bob had a blood
vessel(s) broken in his brain and he needed more care than
could be provided by that medical care facility.
They transferred him to the Mercy hospital in Des
Moines. They
asked Bob if he wanted to go by air flight or by ambulance.
The medical team evaluating him apparently did not
impress on him the need to go by air, so he chose to go by
ambulance which was only minutes longer than the air flight,
but significantly less expensive.
During the 30 minute ambulance ride, Bob lost
consciousness
and never recovered it.
Bob was kept in the hospital for a day and then transferred
to a hospice facility in Ames, as the
decision was made that surgery, the only possible
remedy, was ill-advised.
Bob lasted three more days with family in continual
presence. He
died
peacefully, with family by him on October 9, 2013. Bob was
buried at the Rose Hill
cemetery located on the south east outskirts of
Marshalltown.
The internment attended only by family was favored by
rifle Honor Guard salute, from Harry C Harter VFW Post 839,
arranged by brother Dick Davis.
By daughters Kindra and Kyla and by brother Jim
Beverly JoAnn (Davis) Everist
(July 16, 1938 -
)
In July of 1938 I was born into a
marvelous family. It was at that time Mother and Daddy
(always called them that) and
2 brothers, James Howard and
Gerald Robert. Both had nick names of Jimmy and Bobby
and as the years went by I
had my own names for them. Jimmy was almost 3 and Bobby was
going to be 2 in December. According to Mother and Aunt Bea
I had 2 brothers that wanted to help take care of me all the
time. I was healthy and
have great memories of the life on the farm!! We lived
in the same house all of my growing up years, 2 story with
the 4 bed rooms upstairs and the one down stairs. I
was lucky enough to have my own room for a while. More
will be added later.
We had a country school
house that we attended and then bussed to LaMoille where I
went thru my sophomore year of high school and then to
Clemons consolidated for my last 2 years of high school.
We had a country church which we attended every Sunday with
both Sunday school and church. Home-made ice cream
socials were held frequently and they were such fond
memories with the men all cranking the ice cream freezers
until the electric powered freezers
came along.
And we had chicken burgers – something that no one
seems to know about if they did not live in our part of the
country!!
I was a 4 H member, both boys and
girls clubs, more good memories of the boys club.
Daddy let us choose our project and mine was always a
Hereford calf that we
had responsibility to raise, to feed and groom and to
train them to be led. It was a powerful project,
teaching us many things from care of animals and how to
manage the money when we sold the calves at the county fair.
A very tough part of this was leading the calf in the show
ring on the final day of the fair where an auctioneer would
be selling your loved calf. I remember the auctioneer
saying “IT WILL BE OKAY BLONDIE” as I was crying when I
led calf in the ring. However, it was my money when the calf
was sold.
I put it the money in my college education fund. The
girls 4 H was great also but most of us preferred the boys
club because of the outdoors. And it was such fun
being at the fairgrounds, with all the activities during
that week.
School was great, had many
friends thru all the activities, girls basketball, band,
glee club etc. Speaking of band, I played alto
saxophone and that is when I met Allan. He also
played the alto sax and told me when I met him that I would
never get First Chair as that was his and he was right, but
I did get to have Second Chair.
We had great fun with all the extra-curricular
activities. I strongly feel I had a good education. I
did well in school and know my parents were proud of my
report cards!! I detasseled corn in the summers and worked
for a Dr. in his home in Marshalltown helping with the
children and their activities. Thank goodness as this
paid for my nurses education. I graduated from the
Iowa Lutheran Hospital School of Nursing in Des Moines, IA.
This was a 3 year program with no summer breaks. It
was a good decision for me as Allan and I had been dating
through high school and he had one year of college left at
Iowa State. My choice was to be married 10 days after
my graduation so I could get a job in Ames and help with
Allan’s finances for his last year of education. He
was enrolled in Army ROTC and had a 2 year obligation in the
service after his graduation, so this was our best plan.
I was fortunate to get a job at McFarland Clinic in Ames,
rotating thru each department so that nurse could have a day
off. I managed the front desk on Saturdays and that is
what real experience is all about, handling so many
different problems. A great beginning to my career and
it was very rewarding.
Allan and I left for Fort Riley
Kansas a few days after his graduation and commissioning.
What an adventure. He was instructor for the basic training
of new recruits. We found a lovely apartment, moved in and
because of a little problem stayed only one night.
The next day we
moved a furnished duplex in Manhattan, KS (the opposite side
of the base). It was a little frightening for me that first
day, when on a walk to the nearby grocery store,
three soldiers grabbed my arms and pressured me to go
home with them. Hence, the very quick move.
The Manhattan apartment was within walking distance
of Kansas State where I got a job immediately at the Student
Health Center. Another eye opening experience. We
spent 3 months at Ft. Riley and then moved to Fort Lawton in
Oklahoma where Allan spent the rest of his 2 year
commitment. Great friends were made there with whom we
are still in touch.
Upon completion of his service,
Allan was hired by the Farm Credit Federal Land Bank and
started his career in Iowa City, IA, a few days after our
return from Oklahoma. I was pregnant with our
first child so I did not look for employment when we moved
to Iowa City. Our son was born December 24, 1961.
Michael Allan was the prize and was born on the day he was
due. I am
sure he has not been late for anything since.
We had a great time with our new addition and we had church
friends with whom we spent a lot of time with as they had a
baby girl the same age as our Michael.
We were soon transferred to Cedar
Rapids, IA by The Federal Land Bank and loved it there.
We bought a house with a huge yard loaded with fruit trees
and with plenty of room for the friends of Mikes that loved
to be outside. Frequently, the boys would not have
time to come into the house for the bathroom and Mike
explained to me it was okay because his “Grandad did the
same in his field”!!! What could I say?
We soon were saddened as our 2nd
pregnancy, a baby girl we named Michelle Lynn, at one
day-old was flown to Iowa City University Hospital.
When she was fed the first time they soon learned
that found she had no connection from esophagus to the
stomach. Additionally,
pneumonia immediately became a problem. We lost
her 8 days later.
The loss of Michelle was very traumatic for all of
us.
We got pregnant shortly
thereafter and our 2nd baby girl, Jolinda Ann was born on
August 3. 1966. She was a healthy happy baby for which
we were so thankful. We had such fun in Cedar Rapids
as it was a neighborhood with young children and with our
large yard it seemed we always had the activity at our home.
Allan was soon promoted to the
Farm Credit Bank central office in Omaha, NE where the kids
both went to school at Prairie Lane and Westside High
School. Mike became interested in flying during
high school and took private flying lessons. He had his
private pilot’s license before he was 16 years old Thus
after high school graduation he was off to school at Embry
Riddle Aeronautical in Prescott, AZ. He began his
career after graduation from Embry Riddle at Grand Canyon
Charter Tours.
He also was a flying instructor at
the Las Vegas Airport. I may not have the next
few years exact but he had a jobs with Air Midwest, TWA - as
the youngest pilot they had hired - and then with United
Airlines, where he is now a Captain flying out of Denver,
CO
Jolinda was in 9th grade in
Omaha, when Allan was a promoted to increased responsibility
at the
Louisville, KY office of the Federal Land Bank.
Jolinda had just made the high school cheer leading group so
was hard for her to be happy about the move. Regardless, we
moved and she was an excellent student there as well.
Upon graduation, she enrolled in Indiana University
in Bloomington Indiana.
She graduated in four years and then travelled to
Florida with a couple student friends.
She was hired as a hotel guest desk attendant at the
Hyatt Regency in Miami. Thus began her career with the hotel
industry where she has done very well. She has had
jobs with a small boutique hotel on Miami Beach, then began
with Omni Hotels in Texas, then Four Seasons in Texas and
now in Denver.
She also now has concurrent responsibility for the
staffing of the Four Seasons Hotel in Nashville, TN which
was under construction. She will be Senior Director of
Marketing there as well as Denver. What an
experience!!
Michael married Cindy Gunnels and
they were proud parents of 2 girls, Alexandria
Elise born July 15, 1991 and Madison Ellen born June 11,
1994! Even though Ali was born the day before my
birthday I consider her the best gift I have ever received!!
Both girls have been a blessing! Ali graduated from
university of Colorado in Boulder and Madi from Ft Lewis
College in Durango, CO!
Both girls have had great careers and made Allan and
I feel very proud!
Ali was married to Jimmy Forsyth
on September 9, 2020. They both worked from home
during the Covid outbreak and
with that advantage they bought a house in Durango,
CO and have
since made their home there! They have had a baby girl
(Olive James) on August 7 2022! She was given Allan’s
mother’s name Olive which has been such a blessing!
One of many given to me.
I am so thankful!
Mike and Cindy were divorced and
Mike was married to Lizette Stuber December 27, 2011!
They are both United Airline captains and continue to make
their home in Golden, CO! Mike is a volunteer for
Alpine Rescue and should write a book about his many
experiences and years there!
Jolinda was married to David Cohavi and had their
first child, Jaden Davis! They were divorced when
Jaden was an infant! Jaden is a sophomore in Golden High
School and did a year of virtual education while living in
Nashville with his mother. They have moved back to Golden
and Jaden is a sophomore at Golden High School!
We have been blessed with such
wonderful children and grand-children.
They are in my daily prayers!
Allan and I had 62 years of
marriage and many great experiences. We both loved to
travel and enjoyed
many driving trips in the United States and many
cruises, using
several different cruise lines. We did get
to do all that we wanted except for France which had
to be cancelled. Our travels with the family were the
highlight of all. We have been very fortunate and
thank God every day for the life we have had.
I will end on a sad note, Allan
died May 23 2021. It was a peaceful death which one
has to be thankful for. Many of my friends are going
thru the same and have been there for me. It is a part
of my life that I must think of all the great memories that
I will always have.
By Beverly Everist
Nancy Eileen (Davis)
McLemore
(December 18, 1940 – May 6, 2018)
Nancy was born December 18, 1940
at the Deaconess
Hospital
in Marshalltown, IA.
Being the fourth of soon to be six siblings, Nancy
had both older and younger siblings to experience help from
older siblings and taking care of younger siblings.
She started school in 1946 and attended our near-by
country school house for one year.
She transferred to the LaMoille Consolidated School,
joining brothers Jim and Bob and sister Beverly in 1947.
Nancy was a good student, she participated in both
the LaMoille basketball teams.
Her athletic skills were about average as were the
rest of her team mates.
As she was able, Nancy accepted more responsibility
for duties in the house, helping mom and with the chores,
field work and other farm tasks. She was a good worker and
eager to learn.
As Bob and Beverly accepted more responsibility and
more difficult assignments, Nancy would assume
responsibility for their jobs.
In as much as the school district
in which her family lived was “an independent district” the
parents living in that district could send their children to
any school in IA without an additional cost.
Bob and his younger siblings decided along with their
parents to attend the Clemons Consolidated School located
about ten miles northwest of our home beginning with the
fall of 1952.
Nancy graduated in 1958 from Clemons.
Nancy enrolled in Iowa State Teachers College (ISTC)
in the fall 1958 term.
She lived in the girls dorm and chose primary
education as a
major.
Nancy graduated from ISTC with a two year (four year?)
degree and began teaching second grade in the Rochester, MN
public school system.
In the fall of 1965, Nancy and
her good friend and fellow Rochester teacher, Betty Cox,
visited her older brother Jim and family, who
had moved to Minneapolis that summer.
During the visit Nancy and Betty became interested in
following up on an advertisement in the local newspaper
announcing plans to hire primary grade teachers for a
military base located in the South Pacific on the Kwajalein
Atoll. In the
process, Nancy was offered the job she wanted teaching
second grade but Betty was not offered a job.
Nancy advised the employment company that she would
not accept the job unless Betty was also employed by them on
Kwajalein.
Betty was then offered employment and they both made plans
to move from Rochester, MN to Kwajalein Island.
Kwajalein Island and is on the
Kwajalein Atoll and is only three miles long and half a mile
wide and was primarily occupied by U.S. military and defense
operations, including recovering ICBM (Inter-Continental
Ballistic Missile) parts from the lagoon, a relatively
shallow part of the Pacific Ocean.
Kwajalein Atoll is about 210 miles around the lagoon.
The native population was Marshallese and fairly small.
On Kwajalein, Nancy met Neal
McLemore, a “Rambling Wreck” from Georgia Tech, who was a
civilian contractor working for Kentron Hawaii, Ltd.
Neal’s primary responsibility on Kwajalein was range
operations.
Neal was three years older than Nancy and had two sons,
Kevin, born April 19, 1958 and Shaun, born August 18, 1959
in a previous marriage, who were living with their mother in
Sacramento, CA.
Nancy and Betty taught school on Kwajalein for four years
and Betty for three years.
Neal and Nancy moved from Kwajalein to Huntsville, AL
where Neal continued working for Kentron performing defense
industry work.
Nancy introduced Neal to her
family at a family reunion held at brother Jim’s place in
Upper Arlington, OH in July 1968.
They were married in Marshalltown, IA at the
Methodist church on September 7, 1968.
After a short honeymoon they returned to Huntsville,
AL where Neal continued to work for Kentron.
Nancy began teaching second grade at Randolph
Academy, a private school in Huntsville.
One of the students at the school at that time was
Werner von Braun's son.
Neal, Colin and Nancy
On July 31, 1970 their son Colin
was born. Nancy
taught school and Neal worked in Huntsville until the summer
of 1972. Neal accepted a Kentron position on Kwajalein and
the family of three moved back to the South Pacific for a
six year assignment. Nancy again taught school on Kwajalein.
In 1978 Neal accepted a Kentron
job as Site Manager for the Utah Test and Training Range (UTTR)
at Hill AFB, UT and the family moved to UT.
Again, Nancy taught primary school, this time in
Kaysville, UT.
While living there Nancy and Neal hosted
winter/Christmas/skiing Davis Family reunions in both 1978
and 1980. These
were great family reunions, piling into Nancy and Neal’s
home, enjoying a big fire, sleeping on the floor and many of
the family learning to ski.
Kentron then proposed that Neal
transfer back to Kwajalein.
However, Neal accepted employment with Boeing in 1985
so the family moved to Kent, WA, where Neal engaged in a
number of interesting assignments.
The most recent was in classified electronics work on
Boeing’s 747 planes for military uses sold to international
customers.
They purchased a lovely two story walkout ranch which
had a large auxiliary building in which Neal immediately set
up a large, heated garage where Neal and Colin rebuilt
classic cars, trucks and handled other mechanical
challenges.
Colin graduated from Kent High
School in 1988 and enrolled in Washington State University.
He majored in business and embarked on a successful
entrepreneurial career by founding his own automotive
related manufacturing and sales company, MACS TIEDOWNS.
Colin moved his business to Sand Point, ID.
Colin has twin sons, Cody and Jackson, born February
23, 2010.
Nancy, retired from teaching with the move to Washington and
began a new career in real estate sales.
Nancy was unfortunately
challenged by cancer on three occasions. The first encounter
was lymphatic cancer.
After two bouts of chemotherapy, she was eventually
treated with a Monoclonal Antibody transplant in at
University of Washington Hospital/Fred Hutchinson Institute.
This treatment was considered experimental at that
time which required
Neal and Nancy to get special medical insurance
coverage from Boeing’s medical benefits department.
The second cancer was breast cancer which required
chemotherapy and radiation. This cancer returned in her leg
after a year or so and broke her right femur.
This required
a rod to be inserted into her femur.
She fought this off and the cancer returned again and
required another operation to remove it from her leg.
The third cancer was pancreatic in 2017.
Nancy fought this for a year.
Despite this
gallant last cancer fight Nancy, died of pancreatic
cancer on May 6, 2018.
Nancy and Neal enjoyed their
marriage and its
many adventures.
These included many scuba dives together in
Kwajalein, and a wonderful vacation to Australia and New
Zealand with Nancy’s parents, Ralph and Ruth joined them.
In Huntsville they hiked the Appalachian Trail.
While in Washington they enjoyed many wonderful times
cruising on their boat on Puget Sound, San Juan Islands and
the Gulf Islands in Canada.
They also pursued harvesting/trapping crabs during
some of these cruises and eating these freshly caught treats
that same evening.
By husband Neal, son Colin and Jim Davis
Ralph Richard (Dick) Davis
(December 29, 1942 -
)
Dick was born December 29, 1942, 2:41 PM at the Deaconess
Hospital in Marshalltown, IA. His Mom wrote, “I knew you
would be a boy because you were born on a Tuesday.” Dad
said, “The doctor charged me $ 45 for a delivery fee, but I
had visited Ruth and the new baby and was leaving the
hospital when he came in. Dick was the 5th child
and the 3rd son. All living in the house that
Ruth was born and raised in.
Chores were all part of farm life, and the complexity stayed
the same as we kids grew into them. The Davis family had
milk cows, chickens (both laying hens and butchers), hogs,
feeder cattle, and every few years sheep, and the horse herd
which numbered 23 at one time. The horses were the only
animals that didn’t require daily care. We rode but not
often or on a regular schedule. Sometimes we helped
neighbors with cattle herds as we were the only horse
holders in the community. When asked why he had the horses
Dad often responded that he just liked to watch them run and
play in the pasture.
The six siblings had the same home all through high school,
but schools attended were Hurricane # 5, a single room
building ¼ mile away {Mom was a Student, Teacher and Mother
of Students}, Lamoille, 6 miles south
of our home, Marshalltown
High School (Jim went his senior year as he wanted chemistry
– not available at Lamoille) Clemons, 9 miles NW of our home
and State Center 13 miles SW of our home. Nobody was
expelled! After
I graduated from Clemons and ranked # 4 of a class of
13 {All but one of which came to our 50th year
High School reunion). At Clemons everybody did just about
everything: baseball, basketball, band, chorus, and debate
team.
I was presented my High School Diploma by the President of
the School Board Ralph W. Davis who dropped out of CHS
during his sophomore year because he lost so much of the
year due to months spent in Mayo Clinic in Rochester MN
recovering from massive surgery on his leg.
I enrolled at Iowa State University, selected Navy ROTC –
every able male at land grant colleges had to take at least
2 years of ROTC. Soon after starting I found some of my
NROTC shipmates were getting paid and having books, tuition
provided. I asked oldest brother Jim why didn’t he tell me
about this program? Well, you would have to serve TWO extra
years of active duty! SO?
Annual Navy Ball celebrated by Judy and Dick 1964, Ames Iowa
I graduated
from ISU on November 25, 1964, and the same day I was
commissioned Ensign USN, and headed for NAS Pensacola FL for
Pre-Flight Training. I completed Pre Flight (broken ankle)
VT-1 {T-34}, Primary Flight, VT-2 {T-28}, and Intermediate
Flight, then flew to Iowa for a weekend to marry Judith Jane
Sawyer, my ISU Sweetheart. The wedding party included her
sisters Tomi and Jo Ellen, my sisters Nancy and Jaynane and
Brother Bob, Brother-in-Law Allan Everist and cousin Darrel
Davis and returned to Pensacola for VT-5 (T-28C) carrier
qualification. We went home for Christmas with family and
then proceeded to Corpus TX for Advance Flight Multiengine
(TS2A) and Winging Ceremony pinned on by aforementioned
Judy. Headed for NAS Lemoore Calif for A-1H / J Attack
Training. Lots of good times in that group. After 6 months
headed for Fleet Squadron, Attack Squadron 176 at
Jacksonville FL. I joined the squadron
when they triumphantly returned
from a cruise on USS Intrepid where they earned the nick
name MiG Killers as prop bombers shot down jet MiGs. We
cruised on the USS Saratoga to the Mediterranean Sea, during
which the USS Liberty was attacked by Israelis and the
Achille Lauri was attacked by terrorist both of which we
were involved in counter strike plans. Judy joined the
Executive Officers Wife and her three boys to follow the
ship as we hit ports around the Med. Obviously the port
schedule was in jeopardy because of world events.
Upon return to Jacksonville in an 18 Plane V formation (we
lost two aircraft on cruise) the Navy retired the SPADS and
I was sent to VA-43 NAS Oceana, Virginia Beach, VA for Jet
Transition (TA-4) followed by A6A Replacement Air Group
Intruder Training (VA-42) also at
Oceana. Next, we reported to VA-35 (A6A) at Oceana.
When I Checked in, I told the XO that Judy was expecting, I
called him the next morning and reported I was not at work
because Judy had given birth to Richard Weldon Davis on
September 26, 1968.
The turnaround training cycle of VA-35 was horrible. I
believe that an overly extreme aggressive leadership pushed
the members to foolish and dangerous decisions. We lost 3
aircraft and 5 aircrew in 4 months. We then cruised to the
Tonkin Gulf aboard the USS Coral Sea and engaged in combat
operations for over 8 months and lost 1 A/C and crew due to
operational loss. At the end of that cruise, I was ordered
to “Shore Duty” at VA-128 NAS Whidbey Island, WA where I
Instructed Intruder pilots and welcomed Jason Robert Davis,
born March 29, 1971.
He was delivered by our flight surgeon on a quiet
evening at the Navy Clinic.
Lots of great times/visitors/salmon fishing/ partying
/elk hunting and trips to Iowa Christmases during that
two-year tour. I was invited by VA-95 Squadron Commander to
join their squadron leaving “next Tuesday” for a Coral Sea
Cruise back to the Tonkin Gulf. Our departure was delayed
but we did arrive in time to provide cover for the
evacuation of South Vietnam. On the next cruise on the USS
Coral Sea, we were involved in the counterattack on the
Freighter US Mayaguez and covered the Marine rescue of the
imprisoned crew on Koh Tang Island. After that evac, a
Marine corporal approached me on the Hanger Deck and asked
what a 100 Tai Bat money was worth because he had a canvas
sack with several thousand of them! I looked it up and told
him in total it was worth about $ 13.28. He was
disappointed!
Next, we as a family of four towed a trailer behind our 1964
Jeep Cherokee to Newport, RI for Naval War College. We saw a
lot of the northern tier of States and family and friends on
the way. An excellent year at War College was rewarded by
assignment to the Pentagon as the Chief of Naval Operations’
Personnel Officer for two years. We went to one of Jimmy
Carter’s inaugural balls.
Rich, Dick and Jason at end of Cruise Fly In of
VA-95 “Green Lizards” Whidbey Island WA 1975
Back to Sea Duty as Aviation Ordnance Officer on USS America
based in Norfolk VA. I was also the ship’s C1A aircraft
commander (the COD GOD).
We had some interesting out of the way ports and
airfields and I was able to get Judy to fly as the only
passenger from Barcelona to NAS Rota Spain where we
surprised old Whidbey friends Fred and Kay Dickinson. We
spent the night Toppi Hopping in the local bars. On the
return 8-day trip from Rota Spain to Norfolk, we were joined
by several hundred dependents (male relatives older than
10). I was joined by Father Ralph and Son Rich. Upon return
to Norfolk.
Ralph, Dick and Rich next to USS America’s Carrier Onboard
Delivery (C1A) aircraft “Miss America” enroute from Rota
Spain to Norfolk VA 1978
I was promoted to the rank of Commander and was selected for
Command during that tour. We were then off to the Training
Command as XO then CO of Advanced Squadron VT-21 in
Kingsville, TX. I think most Naval Officers agree that their
Command Tours are the best tours of duty.
VT-21 was great. My parents and several siblings came
to Texas to help us celebrate the Change of Command. There
were many clearly superior officers that worked as flight
instructors. And when you have great personnel, they attract
other great officers. Much of the daily hard days
instructing was completed by our “Ser- Grads” These were the
recently winged officers that excelled in their training and
were Selectively Retained Graduates.
The Training Commanding Officer could select or
reject candidates. These young officers were sharp, good at
their trade and excelled at teaching those just junior to
themselves. The comradery was fantastic which made the
resolution of the few minor problems and mistakes easy to
correct. The morale and production from both Navy and Marine
officers were most impressive.
Following the Command tour, I received orders to return to
USS America as the Assistant and then as Air Officer,
an assignment as good as any aviator could expect.
“Air Boss” is responsible for the flight deck, hanger deck,
weapons elevators, and all air space from surface to 3,000’
within 5 nautical miles of the ship. It was another great
job on the USS America and resulted in my selection for
Captain, under the tutelage of the best Naval Officer, I
ever served with Snuffy Smith ADM USN Retired. The tour was
the most demanding, stressful and rewarding of all my jobs
in the Navy and I could not have spent it with a better
crew.
Judy’s mother, Mary, The Air Boss and Judy on a Dependent’s
Cruise in 1984.
Mary received
the United States flag flown on USS America that day
As a newly selected 0-6 with both
sons in High School, Judy and I decided we wanted an
overseas duty assignment.
We were penciled in for a NATO job in Garmisch,
Germany. But before we could pack for the move, the Bureau
of Naval Personnel changed it to Naples, Italy.
We both had spent some time in Naples during
carriers’ deployments and decided it would be an adventure,
and it was. We lived on the economy (rented a villa in an
Italian community) and made a successful attempt to learn
about our neighbors and their lifestyles. My job required me
to travel to some interesting NATO Countries and several
out-of-the usual-bases, to say the least.
One
“Sea Story”:
I was sent to the then under construction Ground
Launch Cruise Missile Base (GLCM) the Air Force chose a
sparsely settled wooded area in far southern Sicily.
Construction was well behind schedule and the Area for
Helicopter Landing Field hadn’t even been annotated in the
plans! But the Real Deal GLCM’s had a scheduled delivery
date to make the Squadron’s Ready for Action deadline. The
Command was in a dither they needed to
land/unload/refuel/launch helicopters with nuclear weapons
and all the security/safety that entailed! I found out that
the Navy was going to deliver the weapons with H-46
helicopters from a Navy Ammo ship. I pointed to a concrete
area down the street and asked what is that for?
“That’s the Air Force Exchange parking lot.”
I said, “That will be your helicopter operating area
as well. That is bigger, better, and more equipped than
where those guys operate every day. It was so designated.
Not all travel in Europe was for
business. As a family we skied in Austria, toured in London,
preferred Ischia, over Capria for a weekend getaway and even
took brother Jim to that Island when he visited. My parents
were scheduled to come to Italy to attend Rich’s graduation.
We were forced to cancel their trip as the Red Brigade
(Italian Terrorist) were making serious threats. The folks
did come for a visit the following year.
At that time Rich’s was the only Grandchild’s
graduation they had failed to attend.
Rich graduated from Naples American High School and left,
solo, for Blacksburg, VA to enroll in the Corps of Cadets at
Virginia Tech. He chose the school location at least
partially because our next tour of duty, next year, would
probably be in Norfolk or DC and we would be close. Rich was
able to travel to Arkansas and Iowa to visit Grandparents
enroute to VA. He was also able to attend and represent the
family at Keith and Denise’s wedding. Next, he flew from Des
Moines to Washington DC to visit a Naples friend. The day he
traveled to Blacksburg was “The Worst Day of My Life!” He
traveled via bus, arriving at a new and confusing college
campus without a guide or direction late in the day with all
the gear he would/might need for a freshman semester and two
weeks of international travel beforehand.
We traveled as a family, but we also traveled in smaller
groups or solos. Judy did some travel with her job, and she
did join me in Germany when I was having my throat cut –
spine operation. I was in the hospital and called to see if
she could come for the event. She arrived on Easter Sunday.
We went to the Club for Dinner where a program was
going on. I
took the hand of a big guy dressed in a pink easter bunny
costume, sweating like crazy, red in the face, and said Judy
this is my surgeon! I came to Iowa/Nebraska to house hunt in
May 1988 as my next assignment was at Offutt Air Force Base,
I stayed with Jaynane and Jerry and looked at every acreage
the Century 21 agent could find. I gave him our Italian
address and asked him to keep in touch.
Judy and Jason headed home from Italy about a month
before I did.
When we arrived at the Aikin’s’ home in August, Century 21
had just the same listings. We drove to Glenwood IA in
response to a flyer and the agent showed us 6 properties and
we made offers on two because we had a Davis reunion in
Missouri to get to. So, we bought our home while enjoying
Lake of the Ozarks. Now that we are fully retired it seems
harder to plan where to next. Our 3 weeks in New Zealand is
by far our favorite of them all. We enjoyed traveling with
Iowa State Alumni. In the Navy I traveled East and West. I
went West as far as Patio Beach, Thailand and I went East as
far as Ceylon, so on a globe I missed around the world by
about ¾ of an inch. I did make it to Australia on 3 port
visits (when you sail on the USS Coral Sea – you get invited
to the land down under ever cruise.
Judy and her girlfriend did a Hawaii vacation in 2019
so she could claim her 50th State visited; I had
seen Hawaii more than enough so I puppy sat.
Speaking of puppies. We took our second Golden Retriever,
Rusty, to Naples and the Italians were fascinated with him
because we took him on a leash about a block from home to do
his business. We would put his leash in his mouth and down
the road we would go. They couldn’t believe the dog took
himself on a walk. Rusty’s fathered a litter of Goldens in
Italy and more when we returned home. We quickly learned
there were Goldens that needed adoption and Judy found her
new passion. She has been a major player in Golden Retriever
Rescue In Nebraska for over 30 years.
That comes in handy when we need a new best friend
and we have had plenty of occasions to watch over a newly
surrendered dog to determine their wants and needs. On one
weekend, we actually had three dogs all named Sadie. One was
ours.
My last tour of duty was with the Joint Strategic Target
Planning Staff at Offutt AFB. Judy and I decided to see if
we could stand midwestern weather for retirement, we hadn’t
been in Iowa for a full winter in 27 years.
And I wanted the job because when I joined my 1st
Squadron
(VA-176) I had to plan two long missions that the fuel
consumption figures provided for our use were unbelievable!
Who provides these stupid numbers?
Answer: JSTPS!
So sure enough 24 years later I got to where the
numbers had originated but by then the services missions had
ended. So, what was a Naval Aviator doing here?
My next mission was to do away with the billet but
not before I was ready to leave. For my retirement Brother
Bob brought Dad and my Uncle Bud to Omaha for the ceremony.
I introduced Uncle Bud to my boss Vice Admiral Etchison as
my WWII Submarine uncle and they talked about subs for the
entire evening.
Rich and Jason both thrived at Virginia Tech and NROTC. Rich
went on to have a great career as a Naval Aviator. Jason’s
eyesight precluded a flying job and he entered into the
Supply Corps. He spent a little more time on active duty
than he anticipated after which he immediately went to
Colorado. We asked what his career plans were, and he said
he was working on it. He used his /engineering degree as a
car salesman, a financial arranger, head server and trainer
for an Asian restaurant and then became a flight attendant
for Frontier Airlines. The job fits his personality
perfectly. He
and his wife Michelle take advantage of the flexible
schedule to travel widely, and Michelle has launched a
commercial quilting business. She comes from a quilting
lineage and has created so many beautiful creations for
family and friends including a Colorado State Flag Contest.
Rich chose early on to be a helicopter pilot so he could
control his assignments with more precision. He graduated
from VA Tech with his sweetheart Bonnie Gail Kraus.
They married and they left for Pensacola.
They have three sons and Bonnie was primary and frequently
the solo parent. Rich was deployed much of the time even
when he was on shore duty. Rich retired as a Captain in June
2018 and they moved to Roanoke, VA close to Bonnie’s
old stomping grounds and her mother. Rich was awarded an Air
Medal for flying all night supporting the evacuation of the
Achille Lauri (remember her?) which was sinking in the
southern Indian Ocean.
After retirement I gave myself a 9-month cruise to do
whatever I wanted to do. Mostly work on old Farmall tractors
and hay making equipment with a little hunting rolled in.
Then Judy started looking for a job for me, (she was still
working full time during which she went to Turkey for 3
months TDY living in a tent and wearing combat boots!). She
settled for “Executive Director of the Glenwood Area Chamber
of Commerce”. I got very involved in the community. Almost
as much as I was with the Southwest Iowa Sportsmans Club.
{Yes, it should be “Sportsmen’s” but the incorporation was
filed that way} I became Chief Instructor for Mills County
Iowa DNR Hunter Education, in 1988, and 10 years ago started
the Glenwood HS Trap Club for state wide competition. About
the same year Neal and Colin McLemore convinced me to join
them on a pheasant hunt in Downs, Kansas. It was and still
is great an annual 4-day November- Michelle’s Birthday-
adventure for Rich, Jason and me.
Plus, we have added several SWISC shooters as well.
My deer hunting has slowed down since the hay days of the
early 2000s when deer were becoming too plentiful. I think 5
of us were party hunting on Opening day 2001, we were party
hunting so anybody can shoot any deer for the group present.
We had 6 tags, and I filled all 6 of them that Saturday –
right place right time. The best rack I’ve harvested was a
ten point with an 11-inch drop tine on one side. I missed
him on Monday but harvested him on Wednesday evening with a
black powder muzzle loader on our West property line.
I had to have help loading him in the truck. To
occupy my spare time, I chair the Glenwood Planning and
Zoning Board, am a Trustee on the Glenwood Municipal
Utilities, am a lifetime member of the American Legion and
the Veterans of Foreign Wars taking part in the business of
caring for veterans conducting memorial services.
I’ve joined the Church that Judy has been involved with
since we moved to Glenwood. Good people, good ministers but
I can’t help comparing it with Hartland of our youth. The
Ice Cream Socials, Christmas programs and even the digging
of the basement all were labor intensive, and everyone
pitched in with good spirits and a true sense of belonging.
The night Dad’s grain bin caught on fire was another
community pull together event. Telephone calls went to
neighbors who called other relatives, brother Bob called the
elevator in Albion and told them they had to open now at
2AM, they did. At dawn Mom, who had been making coffee and
sandwiches since midnight, counted trucks, tractors, wagons,
and cars there were 28 in the lane.
The environment our family was blessed to grow up in was not
rare in those days. May we find the same in future.
By Dick Davis
Jaynane K Davis Aiken
I
was born on July 27,1946 @ 7:21 AM in the Evangelical
Deaconess Hospital in Marshalltown, Iowa, to Ralph W. and
Ruth L. Davis. I am not sure how long Mom was able to stay
in the hospital, but at home I joined five siblings @ RR. #3
Marshalltown. My first remembrance of the family, was the
great family meals and gatherings that took place. I am sure
they have somewhat run together, but it usually involved
Aunt B and Eithel, or neighborhood families. The folks had a
terrific support group in the community and church of
Hartland. The community men worked together with any farming
needs or shortages, and the women cooked, sewed and gathered
in a very tight, loving circle of hard work and love. Some
of the first church memories that come to mind, was sitting
in a row with the siblings in “our pew”. No, we weren’t
assigned seating, but it just became to be, that was Ruth
and Ralph's family row, there were The Landers, the Packers,
the Goeckes and the Tomlinson’s, and so on. It was fun to
begin to sit with other Sunday School classmates at times in
the rows further toward the front, probably to keep an eye
on us. It always amazed me, that as the years went by, the
seating never changed. So, if you were not there that week,
the spot was noticeably vacant. And the phone calls after
church began to see if everything was OK at RR.#3. What
wonderful memories were created with the summer Ice cream
socials, where Hartland was known for its famous
chickenburgers and the baked goods the women had made with
homemade ice cream as the best. The men would spend lots of
years cranking the ice cream by hand, batch after batch,
until they made an electric motor to crank the paddles in
the cannisters. Every family and each member of the family
was expected to work the ice cream social in some capacity,
from doing dishes, to serving, to taking the money in. We
all had our roles.
I remember what a fantastic cook my mother was. She could
work in the field all day beside Dad, and then come in and
have dinner on the table. We always had our bigger meal at
noon and our evening meal was Supper. She could have a
packed lunch ready and deliver it to whatever field they
were in and they could pause long enough to eat and then
back to the field. She baked everything, and my birthday
cake was always a chocolate angel food. Perfect! The freezer
always had baked treats and was stocked with our own meat
and items to construct a meal that most people wouldn’t know
where to start. She froze corn, fruit and then canned what
she could grow or buy. How she found the time is a mystery,
but of course she was seldom seen sitting. Mom and her
sister Aunt Bea made or sewed a great deal of our dresses
and eventually even bridesmaid’s dresses for our weddings.
When Aunt Bea came for the week, there were two sewing
machines whirling all the time and the best of times. Aunt
Bea was also a great cook and baker, and her yeast rolls
were the best. Aunt Bea was a school teacher and she was our
substitute mother whenever she was around. Such a wonderful,
little woman.
I always remember there were animals that were pets, there
were animals that needed tending to, there were chores,
there were household tasks and there was not a doubt that
everyone was helping out with these. We nursed several
orphaned pets on the back porch when the
weather
was too brutal for them outside. We always had
outside dogs, that quite frequently spent time inside and
then there were cats that I insisted in making them
domesticated, whether it was a good idea or not. Mom was
always such an animal lover, that she had a hard time
turning me down. We usually made the cats and dogs
comfortable in the old cob shed out the back porch. There we
used warm milk and table scraps, and bales of straw to keep
them going through the roughest of winter weather. I
remember one cat, “Baby Face” that became a favorite, as she
would let me dress her in a doll dress and sleep in the
cradle, with a blanket pulled right up to her chin. What a
life!
I attended Lamoille Consolidated School for one year,
joining the rest of the siblings. I remember riding the bus,
parts of the school building and site. We had the ultimate
smallest gym ever and people would line the stage and the
side courts to watch basketball. I remember the baseball
fields were on a low land of the west side, that required
going down a steep flight of steps. I remember walking over
to Ingeldue’s welding/machine shop after school. Dad would
often times, pick me up there, as the older kids had sports
after school. That always meant, a cold soda for 5 cents out
of the vending machine, the best ever orange soda! I always
had my siblings to play with and do things with. However, my
best friend growing up was Janet Dunn. Their family moved in
across the road, and our birthdays were a year apart, and we
were inseparable most of the time. We hiked, explored the
farm grounds, played in the barns and out building and we
were at the Davis or the Dunn house, it was just such a
great time growing up with a friend that close. Keep in
mind, that was very doable to be with friends, without our
parents driving us to a person’s house for “play dates".
Obviously, they would not have had the time with six
children and all the faming they worked so hard at
accomplishing. I remember that a lot of times, Dick was the
leader in our exploration of the woods behind the Dunn farm
or the creek that ran through our back 80 acres.
I remember going into Marshalltown with Mom and Dad, not
sure where the rest of the siblings were. But to go to the
Fremont Grill with just Mom and Dad for a hot beef sandwich
or tag along to the Kent Feed store to buy the new chicks.
Mom would choose the feed sacks she wanted, to sew for a
later project. The Maid Rite was a great favorite and of
course, Dad would not need much convincing to grab a
sandwich. I remember Tractor Supply Store and all its
gadgets and dad knew everyone and they called him by his
name, the minute he walked in. I always thought that was
pretty special. I remember that Dad would sometimes wear his
older bib overalls if he was headed into town, other times
it was a newer, dark washed pair. Of course, that was
embarrassing to me as a kid, but it wasn’t until I was
older, that Dad said, “you never wear your good bibs into
the bank”. Seberg's pharmacy on 13th street was
like a whole different world with lots of pretties. And then
who could not love fresh doughnuts at the Kresge’s store on
main street. The entire front window was the doughnut
machine, that would drop the dough into the next
vat, and then the machine would scoop them up and then on to
the machine that frosted them. That was also the best soda
counter, for ice cream treats and malts, it seemed to go the
entire length of the store.
When our parents enrolled us in the Clemons School system we
rode the bus together, and I started 2nd grade
with Mrs. Gamble as my teacher. She was the most memorable
and welcoming teacher and I was lucky enough to have her a
couple of years later in 4th grade. I can still
picture her smile and her warmth. Janet moved when I was in
the 5th grade, and it was very hard to not have
her so close, even though our families remained very close
throughout the years. It was different not having her just
right across the road. I loved school and always liked being
there, and having new classmates. My class consisted of 10
girls and 2 boys, from 2nd grade throughout our
entire time at Clemons, through our sophomore year. Talk
about getting to know your classmates, I am in touch with
several on them to this day. Along with school, came Boy’s
and Girl’s 4-H, sports and band. Joining both Boy’s and
Girl’s 4-H was common, as then we had baby beef’s for
showing and selling at the County Fair, along with my
siblings. Dad would buy the calf and provide the feed, but
it was up to us to follow through with feeding, grooming and
showing the steer. No doubt, Dad did far more than any one
of us did. The entire process, was how I paid for 3 years of
Nursing classes. Today, as I look back, that was quite an
accomplishment and quite a no brainer for my parents. I
always liked the Boy’s 4H classes and meetings more than the
household and cooking that the Girl’s 4H provided, and the
culmination of Fair week was just such fun. Until it was
time to show the beef, get the price and then lead them
away, I always had a rough time with that part. I played the
saxophone because Beverly had played one, and it was
available. I can’t remember enjoying it too much, but
remember the great band experience and the teachers.
When we were growing up, we had the Minnesota Woolen Mills
to look forward to. This was usually a married couple that
would call and book and appointment to come to the farm for
an early fall evening or showing the family the items that
they were selling. They would arrive that evening and bring
in 5-6 huge (as I remember) trunks to the dining room. And
when they opened the trunks, it was like a Christmas seeing
all the beautiful but practical coats and jeans and sweaters
and mittens and hats! As a family, we really didn’t go buy
clothes in a store, how could you walk in with 6 kids and
not break the bank. I do know, that we wore woolen or
flannel shirts from this company for years, handed down to
the next sibling. I remember the flannel lined jeans that
were my older brother’s, that layered over me became my
sledding pants The kids were sent off to bed and the bill
would need to be dealt with. And I can only imagine what
that must have felt with all six of us needing and wanting
what we had just seen. .One year, I think I was probably
about 12 years old, I saw and tried on and wanted with all
my heart, a mint green “Good coat” with a fake fur collar.
Of course, it was too much with all the other more practical
purchases that the folks could budget for. When Christmas
rolled around, I didn’t see that present under the tree and
I just knew that I needed that coat. All the wrapping were
cleared away and the visiting was still going on, when Daddy
told me "To move that couch out away from the curtain”,
there was my green coat! Daddy was so very proud of himself
and the joy was to this day, something I remember.