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Looking at My Roots

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Great x12 Grandparents (Beers)
John Bere 1501-?
Alice Nissell Beers 1502-?

Great x11 Grandparents (Beers)
John Bere 1555-1635 (seems many passed away in 1635)
Hester Selby Beers 1580-? (Several deaths from this time listed as 1921, so ?)

Great x10 Grandparents (Beers)
James Beers 1604-1635 Born Gravesend, Kent, England Died in England but Children born in Colonial America
Hester (Unknown Maiden Name) Beers 1595-1635

Great x9 Grandparents (Beers)
Anthony Beers 1626-1679 First Ancestor Born in Colonial America
Elizabeth (Unknown Maiden Name) Beers 1629-1689 Gravesend, Kent, England

Great x8 Grandparents (Beers)
Barnabas Beers 1656-? Colonial America
Elizabeth Wilcoxson 1667-1688

Great x7 Grandparents (Beers)
Josiah Beers 1700-1763 Born in Canada but family was from the colonies
Elizabeth Ufford Beers 1710-1783

Great x6 Grandparents (Boothby)
Christopher Boothby 1725-? Earliest Boothby record found so far
Sarah (Maiden Name Unknown) Boothby

Great x6 Grandparents (Beers)
Barnabas Beers 1720-1807
Sarah (Maiden Name Unknown) Beers ?

Great x5 Grandparents (Boothby)
William Boothby 1757-1831
Faith Porter Boothby 1755-1829

Great x5 Grandparents (Beers)
Joel Beers 1759-1801
Phoebe Osborn Beers 1769-1855

Great x4 Grandparents (Boothby)
Thomas Boothby 1786-1863
Mary Green Boothby 1795-1865

Great x4 Grandparents (Beers)
Stephen Nathan Beers 1798-1842
Phebe Salyer Beers 1804-1850

Great x3 Grandparents (Boothby)
Christopher Boothby 1826-1905 (Last one born in England)
Mary Garnus Boothby 1822-1886
Sarah Fatchett Boothby

Great x3 Grandparents – Great Grandma Beers’ Great (Henderson)
Robert Henderson ? Both from Hillwell, Dunrossness, Shetland, Scotland
Mary Stout ?

Great x3 Grandparents (Beers)
Seth Avery Beers 1827-1910
Elnora Elizabeth Philli Beers 1838-1918

Great x3 Grandparents (Means)
Samuel Means ?
Mary (?) Means ?

Great Great Grandparents (Boothby)
Robert Boothby 1863-1944 (First of our line born in the US)
(Mary) Lena Neal Boothby 1870-1929

Great Great Grandparents (Beers)
Milo Gilman Beers 1862-1931
Kate Braughner Beers 1870-?

Great Great Grandparents – Great Grandma Beers’ Parents (Henderson)
Henry Henderson 1865-1849 (Born Scotland)
Eva Ora Condit Henderson 1864-1839

Great Great Grandparents (Means)
Ensign K. Means 1862-?
Clara Hoffmaster Means ?

Great Grandparents (Boothby)
Alfred Benjamin Boothby 1894-1963
Sophia Hartliep Boothby 1896-1987

Great Grandparents (Beers)
Roy J. Beers 1889-1949
Mary Louisa Henderson Beers 1893-1984 (First directly related Henderson born in the US)

Great Grandparents (Blackadder)
Walter Patrick Blackadder ?
Agnes Marion Storrie Blackadder ?

Great Grandparents (Means)
Roy Deforest Means 1889-1966
Jane (or Jean) Crete Sharpe Means 1893-?

Grandparents (Boothby)
Arlin Alfred Boothby 1915-2009
Eleanor Beers Boothby 1919-2012

Grandparents (Means)
Wayne Harley Means 1922-2010
Margaret Wilhelmina Blackadder Means 1920-2008 (Born in Scotland)

 


Just notes I saved about stuff

 

CHRISTOPHER BOOTHBY.

PORTRAIT & BIOGRAPHICAL ALBUM OF CLINTON COUNTY, IOWA 1886 (CHAPMAN BROS.)

Containing full page portraits & biographical sketches of prominent and representative citizens of the county. (Also available on FHL film 1036331 Item 9)

(P. 660-661) CHRISTOPHER BOOTHBY. One of the prominent citizens, successful farmers and goodly land-owners of Deep Creek Township, is the gentleman whose name heads this biographical notice, residing on section 19. He is a self-made man in every respect the word implies, and by energy and perseverance, coupled with the active co-operation of his good helpmeet, has succeeded in securing a handsome competency. He is the owner of 640 acres of land, located on sections 19 and 20, Deep Creek Township, which have been acquired by hard, honest toil.

Mr. Boothby was born in England, March 2, 1825. His father, Thomas Boothby, a native of Lincolnshire, that country, was a poor man and a farmer by calling, and followed his vocation until his demise in his native land, which took place when he was about seventy-two years of age. Our subject’s mother was formerly a Miss Mary Green, born in the same shire as her husband, and also died about the same year. The parents had five sons and five daughters: Elizabeth became the wife of George Moore, and they both died in England; William departed this life at Cleveland, Ohio, where he had lived for many years, being by trade a ship carpenter; Hannah was married to Henry Toplin, and they are living in Lincolnshire, England; Lucy was united in marriage with Thomas Gibson in the mother country, and after the death of her husband married Benjamin Bryant, and is a resident of Jackson County, this State, where her second husband died; the next in order of birth is the subject of this notice; Thomas is living in Jackson County, and is a farmer by vocation; Robert died at Cleveland, Ohio; Sarah married Edward Kitchen and they are living in England; Faith became the wife of William Kitchen, a miller by trade, and a resident of Savanna, Ill.; John married Emma Shepherd, and is engaged in farming in Carroll County, Ill.

Christopher Boothby had but little advantages in the way of receiving an education, on account of being compelled to assist in the maintenance of the family from the time he was old enough to receive remuneration for his services. His parents were poor but honest, which was about all the education he received, except that of a practical nature. When our subject was but a boy he went forth to fight the battle of life single-handed and alone, and began as a farmer’s boy. He continued to work at that vocation for others until his marriage, which took place in Lincolnshire, in 1845, Miss Mary Garniss, a native of that shire, becoming his wife. She is the daughter of an English farmer, John Garniss, and was born Nov. 4, 1822. Her mother’s maiden name was Mary Raynard, born also in Lincolnshire. Mrs. Boothby of this notice remained with her parents until her marriage with our subject. She has become the mother of twelve children, three of whom are deceased, and all of the living are married except two: Mary is the wife of George Mundy, a farmer of Cherokee County, Iowa; Thomas is united in marriage with Ellen Fatchett, and is a successful farmer also residing in Cherokee County; William is a successful farmer and stock-raiser residing in Cherokee County and was married to Miss Hanna O’Neil; George married Elizabeth Waters, and is engaged in farming in Deep Creek Township; Fred was united in marriage with Kate Disher, and is engaged in farming in Cherokee County; Lucy married Mr. Wesley Bryant, also a farmer of that county; John was united in marriage with Lydia Ward and lives in Deep Creek Township; Robert resides on the old homestead, and, together with one of his brothers, cultivates the same, the brother being Martin. The deceased are Christopher, George and Franklin.

After marriage our subject continued to reside in his native land until April 4, 1854, when, hoping to better his financial condition in the free republic beyond the sea, he set sail for this country, arriving in New York City about the middle of the following May. He did not tarry in the crowded metropolis of the East, but pushed West, and on the 2d of June of that year arrived in this State and located at Sterling, Jackson County. In the neighborhood of that place he was engaged in farming “on shares” until 1865, when he came to Deep Creek Township and took up land, where he has since continued to reside. He owns 200 acres of his original purchase, and subsequently added another 200 to the same, and still later purchased 240 more, making a grand total of 640 acres that he owns in this county, and the major portion of which is under an advanced state of cultivation. A view of his residence is shown on another page of this work. The family are all members of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and are respected and honored citizens of the county. Politically Mr. B. is identified with the Republican party, and an earnest advocate of the principles which it advocates.

1880 Census Information

name: C. Boothby
residence: Deep Creek, Clinton, Iowa
birthdate: 1825
birthplace: England
relationship to head: Self
spouse’s name: Mary Boothby
spouse’s birthplace: England
father’s name:
father’s birthplace: England
mother’s name:
mother’s birthplace: England
race or color (expanded): White
ethnicity (standardized): American
gender: Male
martial status: Married
age (expanded): 55 years
occupation: Farmer
nara film number: T9-0334
page: 55
page character: B
entry number: 60
film number: 1254334
household Gender Age
C. Boothby M 55
spouse Mary Boothby F 56
child Frederick Boothby M 23
child Lucy Boothby F 21
child John Boothby M 19
child Robert Boothby M 17
child Martin Boothby M 15
Catherine Rowin F 19


Neal, Benjamin (b. 1823; d. 1903), farmer and drayman, Fonda, was a native of Richmond, Va. At fifteen he moved with his parents to Mason county, 111., where in 1854, he married Eunice Howe. In 1875, he became a resident of Pocahontas county, locating on a farm in the vicinity of Fonda. In 1884, he moved to Fonda, became a drayman and continued in that employment until bis decease at 75 In 1903. He was an industrious, honest and honorable man.

His family consisted of one son and seven daughters. Susan Jane In 1883, married Lewis Dlshoff, a farmer, aud lives In Greeley county, Neb. Charles E , a farmer, in 1885, married Clara ‘Wright and lives at Cherokee. Sarah C. in 1883, married Frank Messenger, a carpenter, lives at Fonda and has

five children. Lena married Robert Boothby, a farmer, and lives at Cherokee. Huldah in 1885, married Charles Woodward, a railroad agent, lives at Mount Vernon, S. D. L»dia, Hattie, and Viola May, a Fonda graduate (1899) and-teacber are at home.

1900 Census Information

Robert Boothby
titles:
residence: Amherst & Tilden Townships, Cherokee, Iowa
birth date: Jun 1863
birthplace: Iowa
relationship to head-of-household: Self
spouse name: Sena Boothby (Actually, it’s Lena)
spouse titles:
spouse birth place: Illinois
father name:
father titles:
father birthplace: England
mother name:
mother titles:
mother birthplace: England
race or color (expanded): White
head-of-household name:
gender: Male
marital status: Married
years married: 9
estimated marriage year: 1891
mother how many children:
number living children:
immigration year:
enumeration district: 0014
sheet number and letter: 2B
household id: 36
reference number: 62
gsu film number: 1240423
image number: 00462
Household Gender Age
Robert Boothby M
spouse Sena Boothby F (Actually, it’s Lena)
child Earl Boothby M
child Alferd Boothby M (Actually its Alfred)
child Arthur Boothby M
child Unice Boothby F
Ben Awenerson M


Alfred Benjamin Boothby
Birth: Mar. 3, 1894
Death: Apr. 4, 1963

SPOUSE: SOPHIA B.

Obit in The Correctionville News, 11 April 1963, page 1:

Alfred Benjamin Boothby, son of Robert and Lena Boothby, was born March 3, 1894, on a farm in Tilden Township, Cherokee County, Iowa, and passed away April 4, 1963, at his home following a heart attack at the age of 69 years. He married Sophia Hartliep on December 14, 1914. He farmed in Rock Township and in 1923 he and his family moved to Washta where he was employed the last twenty years with Simonsen Mill. Survivors include his wife, one son, Arlin of Correctionville, one daughter, Mrs. Joe (Arbie) Dessel of Cherokee, five brothers, Earl of Washta, Art of Denver, Colorado, Chris of Wheaton, Minnesota, Robert of Laurens and George of Chicago, Illinois, two sisters, Mrs. Henry (Eunice) Kuhrts of Correctionville and Mrs. Otto (Alice) Bruning of Quimby, seven grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Funeral services were held in the Methodist Church in Washta on Monday, April 8, at 2 p.m. with Rev. Max Paige officiating. Burial was in Sunset View Cemetery, Washta.


About Great Grandma & Grandpa Beers

Beers, Mary L.
b. 1893 d. 1984

Beers, Roy J.
b. 1889 d. 1949

778. Eva Ora8 Condit (Josiah7, William6, David5, Jabez4, Philip3, Peter2, John1 Cunditt) was born Jun 21, 1864 in Washington, IA, and died Aft. 1916 in Cushing, IA. She married Henry Henderson Dec 25, 1889. He was born Jun 24, 1865, and died Aft. 1916 in Cushing, IA.

Children of Eva Condit and Henry Henderson are:

1721 i. Mary L.9 Henderson, born Jul 16, 1893; died Aft. 1916 in Correctionville, IA. She married Roy J. Beers Dec 24, 1913; died Aft. 1916 in Correctionville, IA.
1722 ii. Francis J. Henderson, born Jul 8, 1895.
1723 iii. Elsie J. Henderson, born Apr 18, 1898.
1724 iv. George A. Henderson, born May 25, 1900.
1725 v. Caroline E. Henderson, born Jul 31, 1902.
1726 vi. Henry R. Henderson, born Sep 4, 1904.
1727 vii. Margaret R. Henderson, born Mar 3, 1907.
1728 viii. Howard C. Henderson, born Mar 31, 1908.
1729 ix. Clarence E. Henderson, born May 20, 1909; died Oct 1914.

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Grandma: Eleanor Boothby

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Eleanor Boothby, 90, of Correctionville, passed away Thursday morning, Dec. 9, 2010 in the Correctionville Nursing & Rehab Center.

Funeral services will be held on Tuesday, Dec. 14 at 10:30 a.m. at the Grace United Methodist Church in Correctionville. Rev. Sheryl Ashley will officiate. Burial will be in the Correctionville Cemetery. Visitation will be 4 p.m. until 8 p.m. today with the family present from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. at the Grace United Methodist Church in Correctionville, with a prayer service at 7 p.m. The Boothby Funeral Home in Cherokee is in charge of the arrangements.

Online condolences may be left at www.boothbyfuneral.com.

Eleanor was born on Dec. 14, 1919 at Battle Creek, to Roy and Mary (Henderson) Beers. She attended Correctionville Public School and graduated in 1938. She was united in marriage to Arlin “Slim” Boothby on Dec. 24, 1938 at the Washta Methodist Church. She worked at the Correctionville Nursing Home as a cook and retired in the fall of 1982. She was a member of the United Methodist Women. She enjoyed sewing, quilting, gardening, cooking and baking, photo albums, and spending time with her family.

She was preceded in death by her parents, her husband Arlin on April 11, 2009, a brother Melvin Beers, sisters Dorothy Brown and Esther (Fogelman) Barrett.

She is survived by four children: Jim Boothby of Temple, Texas; Cheryl Volkert of Moville; Alan Boothby and his wife Alexandra of Camp Douglas, Wis.; Marc Boothby and his wife Lorrie of Moville; 16 grandchildren, 24 great-grandchildren and three great great-grandchildren.

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Papa, Wayne H. Means

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Wayne H. Means passed away on January 26, 2010 at his home in Warrensburg, Missouri of natural causes.

Wayne was born in Ricketts, Iowa, the son of Roy and Jean Means, on October 26, 1922. Growing up in Sioux City, Iowa he left with the Iowa national guard in 1941 for camp Claiborne, La. He went overseas in 1942 and was assigned to camps in Ireland, England, France and Scotland. He met Margaret “Peggy” Blackadder in Scotland, and in April of 1944 they were married in Bristol, England.

He had a little Rock Hudson look happening, didn't he?

Landing on the Normandy beaches on D-Day, he participated in the Battle of Normandy and subsequent operations across France, reaching the German border at Aachen in September. He was reported missing in action in October, 1944, survived a “Death March” and held in a POW camp in Germany until his return to military control in May of 1945. After hospitalization and award of the Purple Heart he received an honorable discharge and returned to the U.S. to reunite with his family in Sioux City. After his capture his new wife Margaret gave birth to a son, Kenneth Wayne, whom he met upon their arrival on the SS Uruguay in April, 19, 1946.

The family grew by three daughters in Sioux City until moving to the wilderness of British Columbia, Canada in 1960. Wayne built a log cabin for his family and worked as a logger, sometimes helping to build roads and fight fires.

The family returned to Iowa where he owned a business as a paint contractor and later a gas station and garage together with his son “Kenny“. Kenneth was killed in a car accident June 30, 1965 and Wayne went to work in civil service for the Air Force as a paint contractor. In 1969, with the base closure in Sioux City, he took a job at Whiteman AFB, Mo where he worked until his retirement.

He was involved with Peggy’s business of 40 years in downtown Warrensburg, The Teehaus, where was known by many of his admirers as “Pierre.” In retirement he opened the “Wood-N-Saw Shop”, offering saw sharpening services and working as a locksmith. As a skilled woodworker, he created beautiful one-of-a-kind handcrafted furniture and art pieces, many of which he sold in the Teehaus.

Wayne was an avid and talented golfer, known on the course for his quiet wit, with two hole-in-one shots to his credit. He also enjoyed league bowling, horseshoes and poker. Wayne was a voracious reader, a book a day most of his life, leaving a huge library to his family.

Survivors include three daughters and their husbands, Pamela and Gerald Jacobs, Patricia and Raymond Cook and Sandra and Mark Irle, and several grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his son, Kenneth and his wife Peggy.

Wayne was always kind and patient, funny and accepting, talented, strong and sweet. He is greatly missed.

From the Top: Army Crest, Combat Infantry Badge and the Honorable Service Lapel Pin, WWII. Medals in order (L-R) Bronze Star, Purple Heart, American Defense Service Medal, American Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern campaign medal with 3 Bronze Service Stars and World War II Victory Medal, ribbons correspond to metals. Picture shown smaller than the full size, right click to download the full-sized image

(Obituary by my aunt, Sandy Irle)

(Note from Me: growing up I had Grandpa & Grandma Boothby and Papa & Grandma Means, Grandpa was always Grandpa, Papa was always Papa, to this day people get confused by the fact that Papa isn’t a term for my Dad, which is just silly, Dad is Dad and Papa is Papa. How easy is that?)

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Pro Tour Austin Report: Stan Bessey Makes Day 2 in 1st Pro Tournament

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At 5-3 Stan is ranked 85th in the tournament with 15 points and an OMW of 59.02%

Stan made a “Boise State” start jumping out to a 4-0 lead, then fought it out to finish 5-3 on the day, qualifying for day 2 in his first Pro Tour tournament. The day ended with a little drama when at the end of the second game in round 8 Kasandra tweeted this: “Stan’s asking a judge question about Rite of Replication, and his opponent disappeared… can it be?” and then two minutes later: “STAN’S IN DAY 2! RITE OF REPLICATION KICKED ON ORAN RIEF SURVIVALIST! His opponent is PISSED. He stormed off!” Stan was slightly more subdued when he sent his update: GOT THERE!!! Kicked rite of [card]replication[/card] targeting [card]oran rief survivalist[/card] FTW

Round Player Country Player Country Winner Score_ Ranking_ W/L
1 Bessey, Stan USA Wright, Stuart ENG Bessey, Stan 2-1 112 1-0
2 Bessey, Stan USA Black, Samuel USA Bessey, Stan 2-1 88 2-0
3 Bessey, Stan USA Seaver, Ryan USA Bessey, Stan 2-1 47 3-0
4 Bessey, Stan USA Bursavich, Austin USA Bessey, Stan 2-0 16 4-0
5 Bessey, Stan USA Cortez, Paulo BRA Cortez, Paulo 0-2 23 4-1
6 Bessey, Stan USA Levy, Raphael FRA Levy, Raphael 1-2 61 4-2
7 Bessey, Stan USA Nakamura, Shuuhei JPN Nakamura, Shuuhei 1-2 110 4-3
8 Bessey, Stan USA Lebedowicz, Osyp USA Bessey, Stan 2-0 85 5-3
Day 2
9 Bessey, Stan USA Pend Pend Pend Pend Pend Pend

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Me as Father of the Bride

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I’m running behind on a bunch of projects so it looks like I’m barely going to get in under the wire for good news Wednesday, well depending on your location because in some places I’m still quite early. Yes, you read that right, Friday I was Father of the Bride. It was what I would categorize as a big moment celebrated in a small way, they were married at the courthouse and the reception was in my backyard.

We like things simple, a few family members there for the vows and then family and friends in our backyard to celebrate. Even the menu was simple, rib eye steaks or a burger or both if you like but few had that sort of room. Then the usual assortment of BBQ fare, salads, deviled eggs and of course for those that partake I had a porter and hard lemonade that I brewed, on tap.

The best part of the whole thing was the complete lack of stress, the bride and groom started relaxed and stayed that way the whole way through. If I had a nickel for every couple I’ve seen that was a stressed wreck going into their marriage I could buy a really good steak dinner and a cigar to follow. We’re too laid back for that sort of thing, had fun from the moment we gathered outside the courthouse until the last guest left the steak burn.

That’s the best way I think, joining two people is a celebration and that’s exactly what we did, celebrated. My finery was limited, tie, cowboy boots and of course my flaming cane, but since friends that know me will likely be reading this I will specify pants and a shirt as well. The groom was dressed similarly to me, sans cool cane, and the bride wore a pretty sundress. Simple, there wasn’t a single fitting appointment for the entire bunch.

If anyone is looking for a message from this, simple is best. No strain on bank accounts or nerves and no lack of laughter and smiles the whole day. Now if I could have convinced my son-in-law to shove the cake in her face, it would have been perfect.

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Father of the Bride

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Yes, you read that right, Friday I was Father of the Bride. It was what I would categorize as a big moment celebrated in a small way, they were married at the courthouse and the reception was in my backyard.  We like things simple, a few family members there for the vows and then family and friends in our backyard to celebrate. Even the menu was simple, rib eye steaks or a burger or both if you like but few had that sort of room. Then the usual assortment of BBQ fare, salads, deviled eggs and of course for those that partake I had a porter and hard lemonade that I brewed, on tap.

The best part of the whole thing was the complete lack of stress, the bride and groom started relaxed and stayed that way the whole way through. If I had a nickel for every couple I’ve seen that was a stressed wreck going into their marriage I could buy a really good steak dinner and a cigar to follow. We’re too laid back for that sort of thing, had fun from the moment we gathered outside the courthouse until the last guest left the steak burn.

That’s the best way I think, joining two people is a celebration and that’s exactly what we did, celebrated. My finery was limited, tie, cowboy boots and of course my flaming cane, but since a few of my more evil friends will likely be reading this I will specify pants and a shirt as well. The groom was dressed similarly to me, sans cool cane, and the bride wore a pretty sundress. Simple, there wasn’t a single fitting appointment for the entire bunch.

If anyone is looking for a message from this, simple is best. No strain on bank accounts or nerves and no lack of laughter and smiles the whole day. Now if I could have convinced my son-in-law to shove the cake in her face, it would have been perfect. For those interested, there are pictures and video here.

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Remembering Grandpa Boothby

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(Note, that is my Dad in the Pic, not Grandpa.  We’re the ones remembering)

If silence is golden, as they say, then my family is probably broke, but broke in the best possible way. We’re not quiet at all, and even if we try to be there’s enough of us that even the sound of us trying to be quiet can be deafening. The times that we all find ourselves together are rare these days, even close families spread out and ours has as well, but when we do find ourselves together that bond of family returns immediately and there is no feeling of being strangers even after years apart. My own family has drawn together in under circumstances that Dickens would have described as ‘the best and worst of times,’ the passing of my Grandfather. Family has gathered from across the country, all that could drop everything and make the trek to the little town with the impossibly long name, and there is sadness but again my family proves that we don’t get along with convention all that well, because even with wet eyes we smile and remember and laugh and share the many stories that are woven into the cloth of our family, tightly woven cloth with five generations of four children, sixteen grandchildren, twenty four great-grand children and two great-great-grandchildren to remember and share our strengths.

I’ve had more than my share of odd looks over the years when I describe family gatherings, there’s a lot of us to get together and I’ve often been asked “where do you all stay?” That’s a mindboggling question to me because it should be obvious, shouldn’t it? Grandma and Grandpa’s house. It wasn’t a large house but there was always a spot somewhere to sleep and the kitchen never seemed to close. You might have managed to sneak in to town and surprise them but you couldn’t catch them unprepared. You could try I suppose but within five minutes of a booming voice announcing, “Well, by God, look who the cat dragged in,” you were asked about your trip, when the last time you ate and how long you could stay. Not when are you leaving, how long can you stay. A few minutes after that the rest of the family started closing in, because word gets out fast around here.

You can’t write a simple sentence and say “my grandfather was…” because you can’t get it all squeezed down to a simple sentence. He’s always been a little shorter than I remember because his personality and voice couldn’t have come from less than a giant, not the big scary giant, we’re talking about the sneak up on you and scare the crap out of you with the big smile and laugh and the ‘gotcha’ gleam in his eye sort of giant. You learned in a hurry to recognize the little twinkle in his eye that announced to the world that you looked like you needed a tickle, and the unwary soon wound up in a laughing heap on the floor, the careful and wary just took a little longer, but they too would fall.

He had a voice with a character all of its own, it carried over a crowd and I’ve found him by listening in a crowd, it was a voice you didn’t want aimed at you if you’d done something stupid, but don’t be the outsider yelling at one of his family, you might just have blisters on your ears when he was done. Grandpa’s wrath was short-lived. If you were one of his own, I’ve known him to recall irritations with outsiders twenty or thirty years later. It’s good to be on the inside. Really good.

I don’t know if there wasn’t a rule in any sport that he couldn’t recall after more than a few moment’s thought and he had the uncanny ability to watch a game from the dining room and spot a bad call all the way into the living room while playing solitaire. That was another of his passions, if you wanted to cheat at solitaire you waited until he wasn’t looking and even then I’ve been caught at it because he could look at the game going one way, walk back a few moments later and know that you’d cheated. “If you’re gonna cheat why play at all?”

You never wondered where he stood on anything, if people think I’m outspoken then they didn’t know the master. News, weather or sports, he’d read it, watched it and he was ready with an opinion on almost everything when needed, he wasn’t necessarily a man of few words, but the ones he picked didn’t leave much room for doubt. He had no patience for somebody that talked with nothing to say, politicians for example, but he was all ears when a four year-old wanted to tell him about a kickball game played out in his yard. And if you did something dumb he’d call you on it, but let somebody from outside the family start in on you and they risked hearing damage.

I never wondered how Grandpa felt about his family, he never really came out and expressed his deeper feelings, you felt them with him. I don’t know how else to describe it, I guess you can say that you just knew. He left us as he lived, on his own terms, in his own time, and surrounded by family.

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Grandpa’s Obituary: Arlin ‘Slim’ Boothby

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Correctionville, Ia

Arlin “Slim” Boothby, 93, longtime Correctionville Resident, Passed away Saturday Saturday, April 11, 2009 at a Sious City Hospital. Services will be 10:30 a.m. Tuesday at Grace United Methodist Church in Correctionville, with Pastor Sheryl Ashley officiating. Burial will be in the Correctionville Cemetary, visitation will be 1-4 p.m. today at Boothby Funeral Home in Cherokee, and from 6 to 8 p.m. today, with the family present, and a prayer service at 7:30 p.m., at the church. Condolences may be left at www.boothbyfuneral.com.

Arlin was born Oct. 21, 1915 in Tilden Township, Cherokee County, Iowa, to Alfred and Sophia (Hartlip) Boothby. He graduated from Washita Public School in 1934. He was married to Eleanor Beers on Dec 24, 1938 at Washita, Iowa. He farmed early in his life; them worked for Simonsens in Quimby for a few years. He worked in the Correctionville Schools (Later Eastmood) from 1961 until 1980 as a custodian, bus driver and bus maintenance. He had lived in the Correctionville area for most of his life.

He was a member of the Grace United Methodist Church. He enjoyed spending time with his family, especially the grandchildren and also enjoyed playing cards and fishing. He is survived by his wife, Eleanor; four children, Jim Boothby of Temple, Texas, Cheryl Volkert of Correctionville, Alan Boothby and his Wife Alexandra of Camp Douglas, Wis, and Marc Boothby and his wife Lorrie of Moville, Iowa; 16 grandchildren; 24 great-grandchildren and 2 great-great-grandchldren.

He was proceded in death by his parents and a sister and brother-in-law, Arbie and Joe Dessel.

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Grandma, Margaret W. “Peggy” Means

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Margaret W. “Peggy” Means of Warrensburg passed away Wednesday, Dec. 17, 2008, at the Western Missouri Medical Center in Warrensburg.

Margaret W. Blackadder was born in Gateside, District of Neilson, County of Renfrew, in Scotland, the daughter of Walter Patrick Blackadder and Agnes Marion Storrie Blackadder. She was united in marriage to Wayne H. Means in 1944 in England.

Peggy was a war bride of W.W. II. She came from Scotland to the United States with their son, Kenneth, joining her husband in Sioux City, Iowa. The family moved from Sioux City to Warrensburg in 1969.

Everybody knew her as “Peggy”, “Mom” to so many students and young people. She supported their dreams with an open mind and a dose of common sense at The Teehaus. “Keep your feet off the seats and remember, the attitude is more important than the fact.”

Survivors include her husband, Wayne, of the home; three daughters and their husbands, Pamela and Gerry Jacobs of Wausau, Wis., Patricia and Raymond Cook of Warrensburg and Sandra and Mark Irle, also of Warrensburg, and several grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Peggy was preceded in death by a son, Kenneth; and two sisters, Maisie and Nessie.

There will be a Celebration Of Life at 5 p.m. Friday, Dec. 19, at “The Teehaus”, located at 121 N. Holden in Warrensburg, with the Rev. Hubert Neth officiating.

Per Peggy’s wishes, her body was donated to K.U. Medical Center for anatomical research.

Arrangements are under the direction of Williams Funeral Chapel in Warrensburg.

Memorial contributions are suggested to Blind Boone Park (www.blindboonepark.org) or St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.

Online condolences may be left at www.williamsfuneralchapel.net

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