Lehman, Keith Almon

1917 - 1972  (55 years)

• Name	Lehman, Keith Almon  [1, 2, 3]
  	From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time. Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio. Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years. My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears. Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer. Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate. And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war. But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home. Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother. Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh. We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her. L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax
  Birth	17 Sep 1917	Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [2]
  Gender	Male
  Residence	1920	Lewisville, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [2]
  Residence	1930	Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [2]
  Residence	Between 1935 and 1993	Syracuse, Onondaga, New York, USA   [2]
  Death	28 Sep 1972	Syracuse, Onondaga, New York, USA   [2, 4]
  	From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time. Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio. Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years. My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears. Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer. Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate. And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war. But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home. Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother. Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh. We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her. L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax _________________________ Words of Gold Page Liked · February 10, 2016 · Betty Morley and Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe enjoying a laugh. Marguerite Wilma Morley was born 100 years ago on February 9th, 1916 in her grandparents’ home on what was then known as Spicer Brook; now dubbed Morley Road. She surprised her Aunt Daisy Williams, so the story goes, by being born on Daisy’s 14th birthday. Several family members, including her little nephew Chester Morley, were already sitting around the kitchen table when Daisy came down for breakfast that morning They wished her “Happy Birthday” with big smiles. “Your present is in the little bedroom,” her mother told her. Puzzled, Daisy went to the small downstairs bedroom door and peeked in. There in the bed lay her older sister Mary Morley cradling a brand new baby girl in her arms. They named the baby Marguerite; which was another name for Daisy. Two more children were born to Seth and Mary Williams Morley over the next five years bringing the family total to four; Chet, Marg, Marie, and Jim. They grew up on the farm on Peasley Hill, which overlooks both Gold and Raymond. Aunt Marg, as we call her, is our Dad’s sister. She was born sixteen months after her big brother , Chet, and the two of them had a bond that was nearly visible. If they ever had a serious disagreement, I’m not aware of it. Marg graduated from Ulysses High School. There she met Keith Lehman, who would become her husband. For a time after their marriage the young couple moved in with the groom’s parents, Dorr and Hazel Lehman of Ulysses. Marg’s new mother-in-law was not particularly fond of cooking, especially as she spent a good share of her day working in the family store. Marg won her heart by having dinner on the table that first evening when the elder Lehmans came home after closing time. She took over the meal preparation and the upkeep of the house while they lived together and continued to do so after the young couple moved into an apartment over the store. Life led Marg and Keith and their son Jim away from Ulysses to cities such as Buffalo and Syracuse, NY. Marg seemed to be at home and at ease where ever she was. Over the years she made her home in more than 25 houses or apartments in 4 states. I can promise you that had you knocked on her door at any one of her homes, she would have made you feel instantly welcome. For those of us who remained in Potter County, however, the happiest times were when the Lehmans came to visit. Marg’s brothers and sister were dear to her heart. Nothing was more fun, as far as I was concerned, than to sit and listen when they were all together. We could count on lots of “remember when”s and laughter that was long and loud. Always a “prankster” of the first order, it would take much more space than I have here to tell all of the “Aunt Marg” stories we have enjoyed over the years. Her fun was often not immediately apparent to the uninitiated due to her always proper and chic appearance. She could pull off a “good one” and keep her face as straight as the proverbial judge. Her “nonsense”, as she calls it, no doubt kept her going through some of the very rough times that life handed her. Keith Lehman lost his battle with cancer in 1972. After his death, Marg continued to live in their home in Syracuse. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne lived close enough that she could enjoy the company of her grandsons. Sometime later, through a mutual friend, Marg met Ralph Wolfe. They were married in 1976. Jim and Daphne eventually relocated to Ohio and to be near them in 1990 the Wolfe’s moved to a lovely home in a suburb of Columbus. They spent ten happy years there before Ralph passed away in 2000. Alone again, Marg took great comfort in the company of her beloved dogs. These days, Marg makes her home with Jim and Daphne. Somehow it seems that she gets tinier every year. She is well cared for and content; happy with the love that surrounds her. She is celebrating her 100th birthday this week. Family, old friends and acquaintances she has encountered down through the years are letting her know that they love her and cherish all the memories. As for Aunt Marg, she has always considered Gold, Pennsylvania her true home. In particular, she recalls with love “Ma Bet’s house”, the home of her grandparents where she was born and where my sisters, brother and I grew up. Happy Happy Birthday, Aunt Marg. You are one of the best. Betty Morley and Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe enjoying a laugh. LikeCommentShare Top Comments 13 Dale Ulkins, Brenda Kenealy Williams and 11 others Comments Dale Ulkins Dale Ulkins Wonderful memories! Like · Reply · 1 · February 10, 2016 at 2:50pm Eileen Smith Eileen Smith In this picture, she reminds me of my own mother. Like · Reply · 1 · February 10, 2016 at 8:41pm · Edited From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time. Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio. Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years. My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears. Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer. Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate. And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war. But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home. Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother. Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh. We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her. L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time. Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio. Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years. My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears. Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer. Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate. And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war. But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home. Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother. Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh. We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her. L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax cancer
  Burial	Aft 28 Sep 1972	Ulysses Cemetery, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [2]
  Words of Gold	16 Jan 2016	Gold, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [5]
  	They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later.
  	[also 20201106HAv- in words of Gold 16 January 2016] ------ Original Message ------ From: "Jeannette Buck" To: ",,, Standing in back Hazel and Dorr Lehman; sitting at left Ike and Chloe VanEtten; Marg and Keith Lehman They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later. All four of them were born before the turn of the twentieth century. By the time we knew them, they had watched the country go through two world wars not to mention one or two lesser ones. They had known great love and great loss and they could still laugh and enjoy a good meal sitting around the table with loved ones. Recently, during some e-mail visits with a couple of cousins, we found ourselves reminiscing about those good people, who were so much a part of our childhood. Ike and Chloe VanEtten and Dorr and Hazel Lehman lived in Ulysses. They were my mother’s aunts and uncles but that was just a formality. Along with our cousins my sisters and brother and I grew up knowing that anytime they came to visit our homes we could anticipate a very good time. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel owned Lehman’s General Store on the corner in Ulysses, selling everything from groceries to dry goods. Their home was just up the street, pristine and beautifully maintained. Uncle Ike was the local barber. His shop was on one end of their home which was a short way up main street from the Lehman‘s, right next door to the Post Office. For many years, Aunt Chloe worked in the Post Office. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel had one son, Keith, who married my dad’s sister, Marg. So my mother’s cousin became her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law became her cousin. Confused yet? The VanEttens had no children of their own, although their nephew Bill Fry grew up in their home. They loved children and “made a fuss”, as my mother used to say, over all of us. A visit to Ulysses when I was a kid was nothing but fun as we shopped in Lehman’s store and often got invited to the house for some cookies. Then we would head for the barbershop where Dad got his ears lowered and we headed into the house for some more cookies and fun. Now and then, one or two of us girls climbed up into the barber chair and uncle trimmed our hair into a ‘bob”. Uncle Ike never owned a car as far as any of us can remember. If it was necessary to travel, the VanEttens rode in the back seat of the Lehman’s Lincoln; a car that would cause today’s collectors to drool all over their pocketbooks. “Ahhh! That beautiful old Gold Lincoln” wrote cousin John, “(flathead V-8 and three on the tree). That car was awesome. The back seat was as big as a dance hall.” The Lehmans and VanEttens were often guests at our mother’s holiday dinners for as far back as I can remember; driving sedately up our road in the later years in that huge Lincoln. The men were always dressed in suits complete with ties and Uncle Ike was never without his fedora. They were town men, after all, and dressed the part. The women, as well, dressed as if for morning services at the Methodist Church. If one of the aunts had appeared wearing a pair of slacks we would have all been struck completely speechless. However, as staid as they may have appeared, all four of them enjoyed a good time. They loved to eat, they loved to visit and they loved to laugh. Although we kids could be rowdy at times, I never felt any hint of disapproval. They enjoyed the fun as much as we did; maybe even more. One day, after I was married and expecting my second child, we had all enjoyed one of Mom’s good Thanksgiving dinners. As Mom got up to get the pies for dessert, Aunt Hazel stood up at her place. “Well,” she said, “If I’m going to have room for dessert I’m going to have to shake some of this down.” And she proceeded to hop up and down. We laughed until we cried. But when I mimicked her, bouncing my baby belly, poor Aunt H nearly went in to shock. The years went by. We grew up and in time age caught up with those good people. In some ways, it is true, they were from another time. But they knew how to enjoy where they were at a any given moment. Our memories keep them always alive in our hearts.
  Person ID	I1979	WETZEL-SPRING

  
  

  Father	Lehman, Dorr Arlington,   b. 25 Dec 1889, Eulalia Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA d. 24 Apr 1968, Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA (Age 78 years)
  Relationship	natural
  Mother	Young, Hazel,   b. 16 Nov 1886, Pennsylvania, USA d. Sep 1977, Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA (Age 90 years)
  Relationship	natural
  Marriage	Words of Gold Page Liked · January 27, 2016 · They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later. All four of them were born before the turn of the twentieth century. By the time we knew them, they had watched the country go through two world wars not to mention one or two lesser ones. They had known great love and great loss and they could still laugh and enjoy a good meal sitting around the table with loved ones. Recently, during some e-mail visits with a couple of cousins, we found ourselves reminiscing about those good people, who were so much a part of our childhood. Ike and Chloe VanEtten and Dorr and Hazel Lehman lived in Ulysses. They were my mother’s aunts and uncles but that was just a formality. Along with our cousins my sisters and brother and I grew up knowing that anytime they came to visit our homes we could anticipate a very good time. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel owned Lehman’s General Store on the corner in Ulysses, selling everything from groceries to dry goods. Their home was just up the street, pristine and beautifully maintained. Uncle Ike was the local barber. His shop was on one end of their home which was a short way up main street from the Lehman‘s, right next door to the Post Office. For many years, Aunt Chloe worked in the Post Office. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel had one son, Keith, who married my dad’s sister, Marg. So my mother’s cousin became her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law became her cousin. Confused yet? The VanEttens had no children of their own, although their nephew Bill Fry grew up in their home. They loved children and “made a fuss”, as my mother used to say, over all of us. A visit to Ulysses when I was a kid was nothing but fun as we shopped in Lehman’s store and often got invited to the house for some cookies. Then we would head for the barbershop where Dad got his ears lowered and we headed into the house for some more cookies and fun. Now and then, one or two of us girls climbed up into the barber chair and uncle trimmed our hair into a ‘bob”. Uncle Ike never owned a car as far as any of us can remember. If it was necessary to travel, the VanEttens rode in the back seat of the Lehman’s Lincoln; a car that would cause today’s collectors to drool all over their pocketbooks. “Ahhh! That beautiful old Gold Lincoln” wrote cousin John, “(flathead V-8 and three on the tree). That car was awesome. The back seat was as big as a dance hall.” The Lehmans and VanEttens were often guests at our mother’s holiday dinners for as far back as I can remember; driving sedately up our road in the later years in that huge Lincoln. The men were always dressed in suits complete with ties and Uncle Ike was never without his fedora. They were town men, after all, and dressed the part. The women, as well, dressed as if for morning services at the Methodist Church. If one of the aunts had appeared wearing a pair of slacks we would have all been struck completely speechless. However, as staid as they may have appeared, all four of them enjoyed a good time. They loved to eat, they loved to visit and they loved to laugh. Although we kids could be rowdy at times, I never felt any hint of disapproval. They enjoyed the fun as much as we did; maybe even more. One day, after I was married and expecting my second child, we had all enjoyed one of Mom’s good Thanksgiving dinners. As Mom got up to get the pies for dessert, Aunt Hazel stood up at her place. “Well,” she said, “If I’m going to have room for dessert I’m going to have to shake some of this down.” And she proceeded to hop up and down. We laughed until we cried. But when I mimicked her, bouncing my baby belly, poor Aunt H nearly went in to shock. The years went by. We grew up and in time age caught up with those good people. In some ways, it is true, they were from another time. But they knew how to enjoy where they were at a any given moment. Our memories keep them always alive in our hearts. Like
  headstone joint	Ulysses Cemetery, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA
  	Dorr Arlington Lehman Birth: Dec. 25, 1889 Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Death: Apr. 24, 1968 Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Family links: Parents: Almon G. Lehman (1858 - 1933) Lelia Bartlett Lehman (1859 - 1934) Spouse: Hazel Young Lehman (1886 - 1977)* Children: Keith Lehman (1917 - 1972)* Burial: Ulysses Cemetery Ulysses, Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Created by: June Howard Record added: Jun 05, 2011 Find A Grave Memorial# 70886809 ___________________________ Hazel Young Lehman Birth: Nov. 16, 1886 Pennsylvania, USA Death: Sep., 1977 Ulysses, Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Family links: Spouse: Dorr Arlington Lehman (1889 - 1968) Children: Keith Lehman (1917 - 1972)* Burial: Ulysses Cemetery Ulysses, Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Created by: June Howard Record added: Jun 05, 2011 Find A Grave Memorial# 70886977
  		Hazel Young Lehman Hazel Young Lehman Memorial Photos Flowers Edit Share Added by: June Howard 6/05/2011 Hazel Young Lehman Birth: Nov. 16, 1886 Pennsylvania, USA Death: Sep., 1977 Ulysses, Potter County, Pennsylvania, USA Family links: Spouse: Dorr Arlington Lehman (1889 - 1968) Children: Keith Lehman (1917 - 1972)* *Calculated…
  occupation,jt	Ulysses, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA
  	Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel owned Lehman’s General Store on the corner in Ulysses, selling everything from groceries to dry goods.
  	16 Jan 2016 in Gold, Ulysses, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA; They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later.
  residence jt	Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA   [6]
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  	20180928HAv- From: Jeannette Buck Sent: Friday, September 28, 2018 3:15 PM Subject: This Week I made a quick grocery run recently, as I usually do about once a week. I drove to the nearest town, picked up a few of my regular items, which always includes at least one package of Oreos and enjoyed a visit with a couple of friends. As I turned down main street on my way home my mind and heart were suddenly filled with memories. Since there was a well-stocked general store in Gold when I was growing up, my parents rarely had a reason to go any farther away to shop. However, now and then, Mom would want to look for something at her Uncle Dorr Lehman’s store over in Ulysses and usually Dad was in need of a hair cut. Aunt Hazel Lehman helped her husband run their store that sat on the corner of Main Street and Rt. 49. Aunt Chloe VanEtten was Aunt Hazel’s sister and her husband Ike was the town barber. His shop and their home stood just up the street. Aunt Chloe worked in the post office, which was right next door to the barber shop. So, although there were practical reasons for making the trip we referred to as “going over town”, the best part of all, of course, were the visits we all anticipated. The store that was once filled with a fascinating mix of almost anyone’s wants and necessaries has been a restaurant for years. The home that belonged to the Lehmans was purchased by others. On those long ago visits however, we were welcomed there as we ran up onto the porch with hugs and laughter as well as the fresh cookies that Aunt Hazel always seemed to have waiting in her kitchen. The barber shop and the house to which it was adjoined has been gone, lost in a fire, for some time. I have no knowledge of architecture, but I suspect that the VanEtten home was one of the earlier buildings in town. The shop was on the right of the building with the living area extended to the left. The front steps led to a broad porch that was as welcoming as open arms. The wide front door with narrow windowed panels on either side opened into a cozy and comforting living room. To the left was a parlor, although it was not as formal or as imposing as parlors in other homes often seemed to be. To the right of the entrance was the dining room from which a wide staircase led to the second floor. For some reason, it always surprised me as a child that from the kitchen one could slip through a door and enter the barber shop and what seemed to me to be an entirely different world. The VanEttens had no children of their own and we were always welcomed with warmth and laughter. While Uncle Ike trimmed Dad’s hair in the shop Mom would enjoy the visit with her aunt. Uncle Ike was almost always laughing and teasing as he brought Dad into the living room from the shop. I can not remember one word that was spoken during any of those visits with either couple. However, I can see each of the aunts as well as the uncles slap their knees with delight when something struck them funny and I can hear their unrestrained laughter. I took them so much for granted when I was a child. However, as time has gone by, I have come to deeply cherish the memories and the love those wonderful people shared each time we made the trip “over town”.
  Family ID	F10911	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Morley, Marguerite Wilma,   b. 9 Feb 1916, Allegany Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA d. 30 May 2016 (Age 100 years)
  Marriage	25 Feb 1936
  	Jeannette- 20190414 Gold Marguerite's 1st marriage
  Children	1. Lehman, J.E.   2. Lehman, Robert,   b. 28 Sep 1937   d. 28 Sep 1937 (Age 0 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
  Family ID	F529	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

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  Birth - 17 Sep 1917 - Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA Residence - 1930 - Ulysses Twp, Potter, Pennsylvania, USA Residence - Between 1935 and 1993 - Syracuse, Onondaga, New York, USA Death - 28 Sep 1972 - Syracuse, Onondaga, New York, USA  = Link to Google Earth

  
  

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  [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck, Aunt Marg died, 100 yrs old. cf. Notes- Morley siblings From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time. Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio. Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years. My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears. Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer. Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate. And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war. But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home. Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother. Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh. We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her. L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld. [S1708] Public Member Trees, recovered, Hosley Family Tree crowie208 -. Record for Grace E Young 20180928HAv recovered (149) facts, 6 photos Hazel Young Lehman Hazel Young Lehman crowie208added this on 8 Jan 2012 Headstone: Grace V. Monroe Eddy Grace V. Monroe Eddy crowie208added this on 16 Nov 2010 Eddy, Edward Reed 1851-1918 mason.jpg 20230221GHLn- photo extant, fag info added with merge- Edward Reed Eddy Photo added by June Howard Edward Reed Eddy BIRTH Sep 1851 New York DEATH 7 Jul 1918 (aged 66) Potter County, Pa BURIAL Ulysses Cemetery Ulysses, Potter, Pa MEMORIAL ID 69089321 · PHOTOS 1 FLOWERS 0 Family Members Parents Hiram Eddy 1818-1899 Phoebe Bryant Eddy… Reed Eddy Reed Eddy crowie208added this on 30 Jan 2011 Edward Reed Eddy Reed Eddy1 crowie208added this on 30 Jan 2011 headstone, Eddy Young, Pearl 1876-1933 20201106HAv- pasted/re-organized from front Media Details: Pearl Lena Eddy Young inscription: Pearl E Young 1876 * 1933 crowie208 crowie208 originally shared this to Hosley Family Tree ?15 Jun 2011 ?Portrait / Family Photo sadiebarnone sadiebarnone added this to Young Family Tree ?05 Nov 2012 [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck. From: "Jeannette Buck" To: ",,, Sent: 1/27/2016 3:24:35 PM Subject: This week Standing in back Hazel and Dorr Lehman; sitting at left Ike and Chloe VanEtten; Marg and Keith Lehman They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later. All four of them were born before the turn of the twentieth century. By the time we knew them, they had watched the country go through two world wars not to mention one or two lesser ones. They had known great love and great loss and they could still laugh and enjoy a good meal sitting around the table with loved ones. Recently, during some e-mail visits with a couple of cousins, we found ourselves reminiscing about those good people, who were so much a part of our childhood. Ike and Chloe VanEtten and Dorr and Hazel Lehman lived in Ulysses. They were my mother’s aunts and uncles but that was just a formality. Along with our cousins my sisters and brother and I grew up knowing that anytime they came to visit our homes we could anticipate a very good time. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel owned Lehman’s General Store on the corner in Ulysses, selling everything from groceries to dry goods. Their home was just up the street, pristine and beautifully maintained. Uncle Ike was the local barber. His shop was on one end of their home which was a short way up main street from the Lehman‘s, right next door to the Post Office. For many years, Aunt Chloe worked in the Post Office. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel had one son, Keith, who married my dad’s sister, Marg. So my mother’s cousin became her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law became her cousin. Confused yet? The VanEttens had no children of their own, although their nephew Bill Fry grew up in their home. They loved children and “made a fuss”, as my mother used to say, over all of us. A visit to Ulysses when I was a kid was nothing but fun as we shopped in Lehman’s store and often got invited to the house for some cookies. Then we would head for the barbershop where Dad got his ears lowered and we headed into the house for some more cookies and fun. Now and then, one or two of us girls climbed up into the barber chair and uncle trimmed our hair into a ‘bob”. Uncle Ike never owned a car as far as any of us can remember. If it was necessary to travel, the VanEttens rode in the back seat of the Lehman’s Lincoln; a car that would cause today’s collectors to drool all over their pocketbooks. “Ahhh! That beautiful old Gold Lincoln” wrote cousin John, “(flathead V-8 and three on the tree). That car was awesome. The back seat was as big as a dance hall.” The Lehmans and VanEttens were often guests at our mother’s holiday dinners for as far back as I can remember; driving sedately up our road in the later years in that huge Lincoln. The men were always dressed in suits complete with ties and Uncle Ike was never without his fedora. They were town men, after all, and dressed the part. The women, as well, dressed as if for morning services at the Methodist Church. If one of the aunts had appeared wearing a pair of slacks we would have all been struck completely speechless. However, as staid as they may have appeared, all four of them enjoyed a good time. They loved to eat, they loved to visit and they loved to laugh. Although we kids could be rowdy at times, I never felt any hint of disapproval. They enjoyed the fun as much as we did; maybe even more. One day, after I was married and expecting my second child, we had all enjoyed one of Mom’s good Thanksgiving dinners. As Mom got up to get the pies for dessert, Aunt Hazel stood up at her place. “Well,” she said, “If I’m going to have room for dessert I’m going to have to shake some of this down.” And she proceeded to hop up and down. We laughed until we cried. But when I mimicked her, bouncing my baby belly, poor Aunt H nearly went in to shock. The years went by. We grew up and in time age caught up with those good people. In some ways, it is true, they were from another time. But they knew how to enjoy where they were at a any given moment. Our memories keep them always alive in our hearts. At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld. [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck, Marguerite. Marguerite Wilma Morley Lehman Wolfe Words of Gold Page Liked · February 10, 2016 · Betty Morley and Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe enjoying a laugh. Marguerite Wilma Morley was born 100 years ago on February 9th, 1916 in her grandparents’ home on what was then known as Spicer Brook; now dubbed Morley Road. She surprised her Aunt Daisy Williams, so the story goes, by being born on Daisy’s 14th birthday. Several family members, including her little nephew Chester Morley, were already sitting around the kitchen table when Daisy came down for breakfast that morning They wished her “Happy Birthday” with big smiles. “Your present is in the little bedroom,” her mother told her. Puzzled, Daisy went to the small downstairs bedroom door and peeked in. There in the bed lay her older sister Mary Morley cradling a brand new baby girl in her arms. They named the baby Marguerite; which was another name for Daisy. Two more children were born to Seth and Mary Williams Morley over the next five years bringing the family total to four; Chet, Marg, Marie, and Jim. They grew up on the farm on Peasley Hill, which overlooks both Gold and Raymond. Aunt Marg, as we call her, is our Dad’s sister. She was born sixteen months after her big brother , Chet, and the two of them had a bond that was nearly visible. If they ever had a serious disagreement, I’m not aware of it. Marg graduated from Ulysses High School. There she met Keith Lehman, who would become her husband. For a time after their marriage the young couple moved in with the groom’s parents, Dorr and Hazel Lehman of Ulysses. Marg’s new mother-in-law was not particularly fond of cooking, especially as she spent a good share of her day working in the family store. Marg won her heart by having dinner on the table that first evening when the elder Lehmans came home after closing time. She took over the meal preparation and the upkeep of the house while they lived together and continued to do so after the young couple moved into an apartment over the store. Life led Marg and Keith and their son Jim away from Ulysses to cities such as Buffalo and Syracuse, NY. Marg seemed to be at home and at ease where ever she was. Over the years she made her home in more than 25 houses or apartments in 4 states. I can promise you that had you knocked on her door at any one of her homes, she would have made you feel instantly welcome. For those of us who remained in Potter County, however, the happiest times were when the Lehmans came to visit. Marg’s brothers and sister were dear to her heart. Nothing was more fun, as far as I was concerned, than to sit and listen when they were all together. We could count on lots of “remember when”s and laughter that was long and loud. Always a “prankster” of the first order, it would take much more space than I have here to tell all of the “Aunt Marg” stories we have enjoyed over the years. Her fun was often not immediately apparent to the uninitiated due to her always proper and chic appearance. She could pull off a “good one” and keep her face as straight as the proverbial judge. Her “nonsense”, as she calls it, no doubt kept her going through some of the very rough times that life handed her. Keith Lehman lost his battle with cancer in 1972. After his death, Marg continued to live in their home in Syracuse. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne lived close enough that she could enjoy the company of her grandsons. Sometime later, through a mutual friend, Marg met Ralph Wolfe. They were married in 1976. Jim and Daphne eventually relocated to Ohio and to be near them in 1990 the Wolfe’s moved to a lovely home in a suburb of Columbus. They spent ten happy years there before Ralph passed away in 2000. Alone again, Marg took great comfort in the company of her beloved dogs. These days, Marg makes her home with Jim and Daphne. Somehow it seems that she gets tinier every year. She is well cared for and content; happy with the love that surrounds her. She is celebrating her 100th birthday this week. Family, old friends and acquaintances she has encountered down through the years are letting her know that they love her and cherish all the memories. As for Aunt Marg, she has always considered Gold, Pennsylvania her true home. In particular, she recalls with love “Ma Bet’s house”, the home of her grandparents where she was born and where my sisters, brother and I grew up. Happy Happy Birthday, Aunt Marg. You are one of the best. Betty Morley and Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe enjoying a laugh. LikeCommentShare Top Comments 13 Dale Ulkins, Brenda Kenealy Williams and 11 others Comments Dale Ulkins Dale Ulkins Wonderful memories! Like · Reply · 1 · February 10, 2016 at 2:50pm Eileen Smith Eileen Smith In this picture, she reminds me of my own mother. Like · Reply · 1 · February 10, 2016 at 8:41pm · Edited Morley Lehman, Maruerite Wilma- WordsGold20160210JMB Words of Gold Page Liked · February 10, 2016 · Betty Morley and Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe enjoying a laugh. Marguerite Wilma Morley was born 100 years ago on February 9th, 1916 in her grandparents’ home on what was then known as Spicer Brook; now dubbed Morley Road. She surprised her Aunt Daisy Williams, so the story goes, by being born on… [S2501] Jeannette Morley Buck, Words of Gold, 2016 01 16 They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later. Ike VanEtten (1) fact 20201106HAv- [also 20201106HAv- in words of Gold 16 January 2016] ------ Original Message ------ From: "Jeannette Buck" To: ",,, Standing in back Hazel and Dorr Lehman; sitting at left Ike and Chloe VanEtten; Marg and Keith Lehman They were truly from another time, although I didn’t recognize that fact until many years later. All four of them were born before the turn of the twentieth century. By the time we knew them, they had watched the country go through two world wars not to mention one or two lesser ones. They had known great love and great loss and they could still laugh and enjoy a good meal sitting around the table with loved ones. Recently, during some e-mail visits with a couple of cousins, we found ourselves reminiscing about those good people, who were so much a part of our childhood. Ike and Chloe VanEtten and Dorr and Hazel Lehman lived in Ulysses. They were my mother’s aunts and uncles but that was just a formality. Along with our cousins my sisters and brother and I grew up knowing that anytime they came to visit our homes we could anticipate a very good time. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel owned Lehman’s General Store on the corner in Ulysses, selling everything from groceries to dry goods. Their home was just up the street, pristine and beautifully maintained. Uncle Ike was the local barber. His shop was on one end of their home which was a short way up main street from the Lehman‘s, right next door to the Post Office. For many years, Aunt Chloe worked in the Post Office. Uncle Dorr and Aunt Hazel had one son, Keith, who married my dad’s sister, Marg. So my mother’s cousin became her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law became her cousin. Confused yet? The VanEttens had no children of their own, although their nephew Bill Fry grew up in their home. They loved children and “made a fuss”, as my mother used to say, over all of us. A visit to Ulysses when I was a kid was nothing but fun as we shopped in Lehman’s store and often got invited to the house for some cookies. Then we would head for the barbershop where Dad got his ears lowered and we headed into the house for some more cookies and fun. Now and then, one or two of us girls climbed up into the barber chair and uncle trimmed our hair into a ‘bob”. Uncle Ike never owned a car as far as any of us can remember. If it was necessary to travel, the VanEttens rode in the back seat of the Lehman’s Lincoln; a car that would cause today’s collectors to drool all over their pocketbooks. “Ahhh! That beautiful old Gold Lincoln” wrote cousin John, “(flathead V-8 and three on the tree). That car was awesome. The back seat was as big as a dance hall.” The Lehmans and VanEttens were often guests at our mother’s holiday dinners for as far back as I can remember; driving sedately up our road in the later years in that huge Lincoln. The men were always dressed in suits complete with ties and Uncle Ike was never without his fedora. They were town men, after all, and dressed the part. The women, as well, dressed as if for morning services at the Methodist Church. If one of the aunts had appeared wearing a pair of slacks we would have all been struck completely speechless. However, as staid as they may have appeared, all four of them enjoyed a good time. They loved to eat, they loved to visit and they loved to laugh. Although we kids could be rowdy at times, I never felt any hint of disapproval. They enjoyed the fun as much as we did; maybe even more. One day, after I was married and expecting my second child, we had all enjoyed one of Mom’s good Thanksgiving dinners. As Mom got up to get the pies for dessert, Aunt Hazel stood up at her place. “Well,” she said, “If I’m going to have room for dessert I’m going to have to shake some of this down.” And she proceeded to hop up and down. We laughed until we cried. But when I mimicked her, bouncing my baby belly, poor Aunt H nearly went in to shock. The years went by. We grew up and in time age caught up with those good people. In some ways, it is true, they were from another time. But they knew how to enjoy where they were at a any given moment. Our memories keep them always alive in our hearts. At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld. [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck, I made a quick grocery run recently,... 20180928HAv- From: Jeannette Buck Sent: Friday, September 28, 2018 3:15 PM To: Cindy Alackness ; Starla Carleton Cairns ; Caroline and Bill Powers ; Lynne Simcox ; Eileen Smith ; Bev Kehs ; Polly Swerdlin ; Deanna ; Carol Cacchione ; Jack & Mary Eastman ; Michelle von Ruden ; Marcia Carey Streb ; Wesley Chick ; donna_m46a@yahoo.com; baj2heimel@yahoo.com; verena monagle ; Janet Hale ; dick Montgomery ; Rhea ; christyphillips@hotmail.com; Teri McDowell ; Pat ; nathanwatkins@cox.net; neatokean@aol.com; Jim Lehman ; Annie ; Robin Freeman ; John Knapp ; Bob Ferguson ; Tom Gross ; Lois and Burdette COWBURN ; Ruthann Warner ; Bev Cook Stockman ; Joyce Smith fisher ; Christine Andrukat ; Christine Andrukat ; Kathy Soule ; Joan Acker ; Dale Jeffers ; Hilma Cooper ; Tom Maynard ; Wilford Lampman ; Thelma Davidson ; Tamra Herring ; Julie Zenk ; Greg Wright ; Tami Sevinsky ; Leah Kear Dibble ; Dina Thorne ; Carm Barker ; Lisa Roemer ; Donald Gilliland ; Espie Langan ; MGWflorida@aol.com; Doug Young ; Karen Kerezman ; Carolyn Barrett ; Vickie Lampman ; Kelly personal address Stemcosky ; Jean Erskine ; Jane Metzger ; Wanda Rader ; John Baker ; Julie Varney ; Amanda Butler ; sallyannsmith@frontier.com; Dan and Stacey Howe ; Vera Walker ; Elaine Russell ; Deb Plummer ; Jesse E. Buck ; Clint and Michele Carlton ; Karen Montgomery ; Gerri Miller ; Pauline Goochee ; John Wetzel ; Charlene Cowburn Moschowsky ; Barbara Biddison ; Dale Ulkins ; Connie Rausch ; Jeff Aufderheide ; Glenn Jordan ; Gary n' Karen Montgomery ; smorley@stny.rr.com; Dr. & Mrs Howe ; fred2@burrellent.com; Sheila Simmons ; wilford lampman ; Larry Biddison ; Janet ; Marge & BELL ; WNWindus@aol.com; eldineargyle517@hotmail.com; Jane n' Sam ; Vickye Hudson ; Vickie Lampman ; fay witwer ; Erin Buck ; keith jordan ; Carol Higley ; NOSHDICK@aol.com; cgoodenuff@zitomedia.net; jparshall2@stny.rr.com; Henry & Winona ; Doris Nichols ; Curt & Brenda Silsby ; Paula Mitchell ; neatokean@aol.com Subject: This Week 20180928HAv- From: Jeannette Buck Sent: Friday, September 28, 2018 3:15 PM Subject: This Week I made a quick grocery run recently, as I usually do about once a week. I drove to the nearest town, picked up a few of my regular items, which always includes at least one package of Oreos and enjoyed a visit with a couple of friends. As I turned down main street on my way home my mind and heart were suddenly filled with memories. Since there was a well-stocked general store in Gold when I was growing up, my parents rarely had a reason to go any farther away to shop. However, now and then, Mom would want to look for something at her Uncle Dorr Lehman’s store over in Ulysses and usually Dad was in need of a hair cut. Aunt Hazel Lehman helped her husband run their store that sat on the corner of Main Street and Rt. 49. Aunt Chloe VanEtten was Aunt Hazel’s sister and her husband Ike was the town barber. His shop and their home stood just up the street. Aunt Chloe worked in the post office, which was right next door to the barber shop. So, although there were practical reasons for making the trip we referred to as “going over town”, the best part of all, of course, were the visits we all anticipated. The store that was once filled with a fascinating mix of almost anyone’s wants and necessaries has been a restaurant for years. The home that belonged to the Lehmans was purchased by others. On those long ago visits however, we were welcomed there as we ran up onto the porch with hugs and laughter as well as the fresh cookies that Aunt Hazel always seemed to have waiting in her kitchen. The barber shop and the house to which it was adjoined has been gone, lost in a fire, for some time. I have no knowledge of architecture, but I suspect that the VanEtten home was one of the earlier buildings in town. The shop was on the right of the building with the living area extended to the left. The front steps led to a broad porch that was as welcoming as open arms. The wide front door with narrow windowed panels on either side opened into a cozy and comforting living room. To the left was a parlor, although it was not as formal or as imposing as parlors in other homes often seemed to be. To the right of the entrance was the dining room from which a wide staircase led to the second floor. For some reason, it always surprised me as a child that from the kitchen one could slip through a door and enter the barber shop and what seemed to me to be an entirely different world. The VanEttens had no children of their own and we were always welcomed with warmth and laughter. While Uncle Ike trimmed Dad’s hair in the shop Mom would enjoy the visit with her aunt. Uncle Ike was almost always laughing and teasing as he brought Dad into the living room from the shop. I can not remember one word that was spoken during any of those visits with either couple. However, I can see each of the aunts as well as the uncles slap their knees with delight when something struck them funny and I can hear their unrestrained laughter. I took them so much for granted when I was a child. However, as time has gone by, I have come to deeply cherish the memories and the love those wonderful people shared each time we made the trip “over town”.

  
  

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