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My Grandmothers Early Life in Michigan

This story was told to me by my grandmother, Sylva Beaumont Coonley, before she died in 1995.
My parents, Harry F. Beaumont and Pearl B. Beaumont nee Halleck, lived in a nice little white house on a corner, on Lake Street, in Pontiac, Michigan, where I was born, February 20, 1912. My earliest recollection is waiting on the steps every day for my father to come home from the Spring Works. He worked very hard hammering red-hot steel into springs.

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The Mountain

Our water came from a small creek that ran down the mountain from Papa's pond, although it originated higher up in the top of the mountain where it was actually a spring that bubbled out of a large crack in the rocky face of the mountain. We had hiked to that spring on numerous occasions, and as best I can remember it was between one and two miles up into the mountains, as we had to first walk down the holler and then head up by Walter's cemetery, following some old coal mining roads until they became nothing more than what was probably a mule path.

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Centenarian, Irene Murphy

Irene Murphy, a past resident of Springfield and Clever, Missouri, now a resident of Memphis, Tennessee, was born in Purdy, MO to William Marriott and Effie Lokey on September 4, 1902. She celebrated her 100th Birthday on September 4th.

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Learning to Fly

By Donna Sundblad

(based on an interview with Mary Barnard)

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A Stranger in the House

But the stranger? He was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures,mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.

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Hanceville Woman Still A Leader

Joyce Virginia McNutts 1947 senior high school Poto. She was born in 1929.

by Joe Mayfield

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Love on a Greyhound Bus

I waited for another vehicle to come and finally I saw the headlights headed my way. It was the bus with Cincinnati on the sign. I flagged it down and got on. We hadn’t gone very far until I noticed a good looking gal and her mother riding in the front seats. I started a conversation with her and learned that they had been visiting her brother at Camp Campbell, KY.

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The Sandwich Generation

By Sunshine

Sooner or later, most people get asked,”And what do you do?” Depending on the kind of day I have had, I have been known to say, “I raise a mother.”

Needless to say, I have gotten some strange looks when I say this. I find that some people first look at me funny, then their expression changes and they respond, “Oh! You too?” We then start discussing this “job” we both share.

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An Afternoon in the 1800s

By Dale Castle

I have always been interested in how life was back in the 1800s. I never get tired of watching reruns of Bonanza and Gun Smoke or other old movies of that time period.

My cousin told me that Missouri Town would be having their annual Festival of Arts, Crafts and Music October 1st and 2nd, and if I wanted to really see and experience what life was like in the 1800s, I should spend an afternoon there.

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A Man Named Al

KELLY DENISE BAKER

Henry Eldon Roberts was born in Strathroy, Ontario on Dec 28th, 1915 during World War I. His father was born in Londonary, Ireland and his mother was born in England. His parents migrated to Canada when they were just babies and met each other as teenagers. They lived on farmland and had to work hard for what they had. Henry's older sister, Ruth couldn't pronounce his name and referred to him as "Al," which became the name he was known for, for life.

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