Photo Retouching

Young Ladies, no names

These young ladies were friends of Mabel Maud Lavely born Nov 1882 in Jefferson, Chautauqua County, KS. Maude married my Great Uncle Thomas Elijah Ford born April 1880 Marshfield, Webster County, MO.

1897 Spring Branch School

Clicking on the photo will enlarge it so that the names can be read. I hope these names are familiar to our CedarVale Memories readers. The Lavelys listed are my relatives.

29 Chautauqua County Citizens

When my Great Uncle, Thomas Elijah Ford, married into the Lavely family, he acquired a big family. He was born in Marshfield, MO., the 10th child of 13. The names on the back of the photo do not match up with the numbers, There seems to be a person behind a man by the window. This is first time I ran into the Cruzan name.
1 Cal Lavely b 1879
2 Anna (Schalls) Lavely b 1879
3 Emma Brown Lavely b 1878
4 Wilse (Henry Wilson) Lavely b 1874 Jefferson Twnshp (holding baby -
5 Harry Lavely b 1907
6 George Cruzan ?
7 Mable Ford b 1882
8 Flora Cruzan (Florence Lavely) b 1872
9 Thomas E Ford b 1880, MO
10 Jake Cruzan b ?
11 Alta (Lavely) Edwards b 1876
12 Fax (Wilbur Colfax) Lavely 1869 or
?? Owen Lavely b 1884
13 Cora (? Maiden) Lavely b 1876 MO
14 ??
Grant Lavely 1866 Holding baby -#16 Gilbert Lavely - 1908
15 Susie Lavely (Jacob's wife) b 1847
16 Baby - Gilbert Lavely
17 IS this Grant ???
18 Jacob Lavely b 1839
19 Floy Lavely 1894
20 B Lavely??
21 Wesley Lavely b 1904
22 Alma Lavely b 1902
23 Ralph Cruzan (cap on) mother: Florence Lavely b 1872
24 Gus Cruzan
25 John Truman Edwards b 1904 Jefferson Twnsp (mother Alta)
#26 Willa Lavely
#27 Goldie Lavely b 1905
#28 Zella Lavely b 1898

Those Last Photos

Not as much that I could do for these as some of the others.

Ed Halliday Farm, 2 miles w of Hewins

Maita was born 1905, so this fire would have been around 1910. I am in hopes someone can shed more light on this story.

Calvin H Lavely, Bob (Barbara Z) and Cora 1876 – 1962 Lavely.

Barbara Z Lavely, former Broadway actress.

Funeral services for Mrs Barbara Zelma Lavely, 74, 404 N Second St.,
who died at 4 a.m. Monday in Memorial Hospital, will be at 9 a.m. Wednesday in Sacred Heart Catholic Church, with Rev, Raymond Miller, officiating. There will be a rosary Tuesday at 7:30 p.m.. In Erdman-Oldroyd Funeral Chapel.
She was born in Temple, Tex., Jan 21, 1891, to Michael Harvey Hawkins and Amanda Jane Casey Hawkins.
She moved from Texas to Oklahoma City in 1897. Later she moved to New York City, NY and as a young woman was a professional actress and singer appearing in several Broadway plays and making several movies,
She married Calvin Hays Lavely on Jan 26, 1958, in Cedar Vale.
She moved to Arkansas City about four years ago from a ranch in Grenola, following the death of her husband.
She is survived by two nieces, Mrs Evan E Davis and Mrs W C Durham, both of Oklahoma City.
Burial will be in the Memorial Lawn Cemetery, Under the direction Erdman-Oldroyd Funeral Chapel.

Three of those old pictures

Recognize these girls?

This post card was addressed to Anna Lavely, in Mercy Hospital in Arkansas City. Date stamp is 5 Feb 1910. The girls on the other side of the card do not have names. In hopes they may look familiar to someone. Anna was first wife of Calvin H Lavely.
There are several Post Cards like this with Stamp written on the front.

This is addressed to Mrs Susie Lavely. Susie (25 Jul 1847 died 21 Feb 1933 Cedar Vale) was the wife of Jacob W Lavely born 24 Dec 1839 in Ohio, died 7 May 1918 Cedar Vale. The Post Card is Post marked 4 Sept 1909 Fostoria, OH. It was sent by Cora Richardson, telling of a reunion. The little boy on the right is the son of the Cora. Note the 1 cent stamp and lack of address.

Sunday Morning

Ford/Lavely family.
Another one of those Old Post Cards. No names on this. As I go through pictures may be able to figure names for these.

1910 4th of July

Recognize this place?? I had walked where my Great Aunt by marriage, and my cousins had walked, 60 years earlier. This is Mable Maude Lavely Ford holding Thomas Wayne Ford (born 1909 Cedar Vale), Goldie Lavely (12 Feb 1905 Chautauqua County), daughter of US Grant Lavely and Cora.

Mae Allen, Teacher

This Souvenir is in the Journal created by Maita Ford born 2 March 1905 Chautauqua County, Jefferson Township. At age 5 she was in Harrison Township. I know you will enjoy reading the names of the students.

Maita's father was my Grandmother Ford's brother. This week I have been offered the opportunity to know Maita. I sit here with 3 journals that she wrote, a big box of pictures of her family, my family. I never knew her. I never knew that my relatives lived in CedarVale until recently. I never knew my Grandmother Ford. Oh how I wish I could grap these and run over to Nellie Walkinshaw's house and show them to her. How I wish I could show them to my Dad. 1913 is the year printed on the front. My Dad would have been 5 yrs old, living in Wilson County. I doubt he even knew his Uncle Thomas Elijah Ford even existed, let alone lived about 81 miles away.
Maita's mother was Mabel Maud Lavely. And the cousins who broght these to me, we did not know about each other until recently.

Reading Maita's journal I am meeting me. We have the same interests in so many things. She was a teacher. She was creative with her hands. She vauled education. She loved animals, even letting the baby deer into the house. (I would do that, really) As she wrote these she was in terrible pain, as I read these I am in pain. We are connected in so many ways. From the rush weaved ladder back chair, the woven Peacock chair, right down to the sewing table. I fought back tears this morning when I found the picture of the sewing table.

When she was writing some of these words she was in Pryor, OK I was in Cedar Vale. I was 130 miles from her during her life and mine. But now, I get to know her, her Journals are like a window into her soul.

There is so much joy in reading these Journals. Joy in finding and meeting my cousins Russell and Chuck. Joy in fact they are sharing all this with me. And joy that I can share these pictures of Cedar Vale and stories that I come across with you, my Cedar Vale Memories friends.

Roundup at the Borum Ranch, 1955

An invitation from Margaret to go with her family to “the ranch” was something one just said “’yes” to without question. There was something about the ranch that held an excitement and mystic of not really knowing what we would be doing for the day or two lying ahead. This time, however, was different. We were going to help with, or in my case, observe, the spring roundup.

It was early spring when cowboys from most of the ranches in the area would gather at one ranch to help round up their cattle for branding and sorting and medication. Since Margaret and I were good friends, I didn’t protest when we were told to get up at about 3:30 am. We were horse-back at 4:00 and we headed south of the ranch house where the action was. We were a party of at least four: Mrs. Robinson, Margaret, Margaret’s brother, Jimmy, and me.

We made our way to the top of a knoll where we had an excellent view. We were trying to stay warm with our chins tucked down in the warmth of our coats. All except Margaret, whose horse was prancing around as she pleaded with her mother, asking to be allowed to go down and help with the roundup. With admonitions to be careful, Margaret was off!

It was a fascinating scene in the early morning fog and it was cold enough for steam to come out of the noses of horse, livestock and men amid the mix of dust, steam and smoke from the fire where branding irons were being kept hot for the next victim!

To add to the whole picture was the sound of the cowboys calling out and calves bawling. It seemed like a happening from 100 years ago. Even though I never again experienced anything like this day, I can still see it vividly as a nostalgic memory.

There are no doubt newer methods and techniques for round-up in current time (2009), but I will always remember the way it was on the Borum Ranch in 1955.

Thinking of getting back to the warm ranch house and crawling into bed, we opened the door to wonderful smells of breakfast. The big wooden table had been lengthened and was covered with huge platters of
breakfast meats, fried potatoes, eggs, flapjacks and biscuits. Big bowls of gravy were passed and some of the ladies who came to help from other ranches were serving steaming hot coffee from huge black pots that looked like they had been used for years.

In the kitchen Hazel Hines was cooking and had everything under control while laughing and joking with everyone. I knew Hazel as a beloved member of the Robinson’s extended family. Both she and her husband Earl were fixtures at the house in town and on the ranch as well. Earl so good humored the way he teased us kids and threatened to put us over his knee and tan our hides with a hickory stick.

The cowboys came in the back door after stomping their dirty boots on the ground outside, getting rid of most of the mud and manure. They were a loud bunch that quieted down as they sat at the table and started eating. There was no excuse for anyone to leave hungry as refills kept coming. The talk was rough and Margaret and I received some teasing which we probably didn’t understand, but liked the attention anyway.

I don’t remember exactly, but I know we both ended up in massive living room chairs, cuddled up in Indian blankets taking naps until being awakened for the trip back home to Cedar Vale.

This memory came to me recently and I feel so fortunate to have been a friend of Margaret Robinson’s and to have been included in so many activities thanks to the Robinsons. Special times which are now special memories to cherish forever.

Fwd: GRACE MULLENBERG

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From: Verona Buchele

Grace(Mullenberg) and my dad (Paul Buchele) were in the same high school class.  They stayed in touch through the years and Mom (Helen) and Dad traveled with Grace on some of her research excursions.  They shared an interest in Kansas history and the Post Rock fences.  Grace lived in Manhattan for many years but when she could no longer drive (2002 or 2003), moved to where her son George lived.  Jetmore comes to mind, but that might be totally wrong.  She passed away a few years ago (2005 or 2006, I think).

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Iris's Photos

Iris,

Thought you might like to see a couple of those old photos brightened up a bit. Enjoy!

Cherokee Strip Cowpunchers Association (CSCPA)

Does anyone have information on the Cherokee Strip Cowpunchers Association (CSCPA)? Stonewall J. “Tony” Montgomery (1864-1955) was one of the 621 members. He and his wife, Laura “Annie” Nesbitt, settled in Cedar Vale, Kansas, where they established their own ranch that included leased range in the nearby Osage Nation. Montgomery and his family, including ten children, ranched in Chautauqua County, Kansas, and the Osage County, Oklahoma area for the remainder of their lives. They are both buried in the Cedar Vale Cemetery.

This lady, many may recall is Dr Rosie. When I moved to CV in '69 the hospital was closed. Dr Rosie played a big part in the lives of the Walkinshaw's. But more on that later.

A friend e-mailed me, wanted to know about the guy sitting at the counter at the Hill Top when Mr Treadway, Superintendent of Cedar Vale Schools was interviewing me. (Previous posting) It has taken me awhile to add to the story.

Little did I know when Jock Walkinshaw took me to the Green Door that was going to end up with lots of Pizzas and Tacos to follow. Lots of driving to Winfield and Ark city in the yellow Mustang, playing Bobby Gentry on the 8 track. After about the 3rd date, I asked him again what his last name was. That name would not stay in my memory bank. I had not seen it written, therefore I had a hard time remembering a ‘different’ word. I explained this to him, as he did give me a look that said, and she went to College?

Jock had a simple answer. If we get married, you can just pull out the check book to read the name. So standing there at the front door of the little house on the dirt road was the beginning of a new chapter in the life of 2 total strangers who had spied each other at the Hill Top Café.

I am looking at the yellowed copy cut from the CedarVale Messenger published May 7, 1970. Rev Otis S Bussart,. Norman Koester, Jolenne Sanders gathered at the United Methodist Church. Family came. My precious Auntie Florence and husband, Brent, came from Wichita. My family came from Pittsburg, Mom, Dad and 17 yr old brother. My other brothers were in the Army. Within a few weeks, we were in our new home, “the Cox house”, next door to the Montgomerys on Caney. Since we were so close to Nellie, John did not have far to go to see Grandma Nellie and Sinbad and all the kittens that Sinbad brought to her.

John, Jock and I made a trip to see a lawyer. There was a name change to be made. John was going to now be a Walkinshaw. The judge tried to tease John, as the child was so serious (most unusual for Mr happy go lucky). “I just want to be a Walkinshaw, like them,” he said with tears. “If you change my name from John, no one will know me”. When we got home, he sat down to learn to spell it

I do not recall when Dr Rosie came to Cedar Vale. I know I was glad to have a doctor in town, as I suffered terribly with migraine headaches. I came to know and love Dr Rosie. When I was pregnant with Katrina, I was ordered to bed. John made sure I followed doctor’s orders. He had twigs by the fireplace before he went to school if I wanted a fire, but “do not pick up those logs, Mommy”. He stood on a chair to turn on the washing machine. He and Jock would fold clothes, and I would hear them debate, “my mom does it this way”. “My mom does it this way”. John had been asking for a baby brother since his kindergarten days, and now he was older, had toys that he did not want a little brother messing with, so he wanted a sister.

John was at school when his sister arrived. Jock called the school to tell him. His teacher let him go to each class room to make the grand announcement. Only in a small town would this happen The hospital was just right for little brothers, the designers probably never gave that a thought. But a little brother can stand outside and look in the window at his new red hair sister.

Jock could not wait to go get cigars and pass them out. He came back to ask me what her name was. He had been telling people her name was Kristine, it was Katrina. Katrina Marie Walkinshaw. So out he rushed again. Dr Rosie was as excited as we. She worked very hard, also, to bring that little gal into the world. All night, she never left me. After wards, she carried Katrina down the hall, and washed her up herself

I was in a room, they brought Katrina to me inside an enclosed crib. I wanted to hold her, a nurse said no. I asked to see Dr Rosie, now. She came in with that strong, loving personality. She told the nurse to put that baby on my heart, I had carried her under my heart, now I should be able to have her on top What Dr Rosie said, that was it. Every March 7, thru the years, yellow roses would arrive for Dr Rosie from a very great full mother.

John stood outside at the window, Jock lifted him up. He wanted to know why his sister was in an ‘air container”. Katrina & I got home, and every night after school, she had visitors. Her brother loved to show off his sister.

Now the window at the store had a new purpose. It held a baby, while we worked. It had been great for a place to make a little bed for John when he was smaller.

I called her “the Judge”. She was not into this ‘cutsie’ baby stuff. She studied people. She stayed that way. Very serious. John had been the, “Hello world, I am here, life is fun” child. Katrina was the “is there any sing of intelligent life around here” child.

John was the best big brother, took great care of his sister. He came home with his shirt torn and covered with dirt. “A kid made fun of my sister’s red hair. I HAD to beat him up. No body makes fun of my sister.” He would drag her out of the crib on Saturdays, “let’s let Mommy sleep” I would hear him say. He played with her with the educational game. “No one is ever going to call YOU stupid”, “now, lets do it again”. He had dealt with dyslexia. School had its challenges for him. Today, 35 years later, they are still the best of friends. Katrina goes to her big brother for advice.

Every year, around Easter I would take pictures of John and the Sanders boys. Now there was a new person in the group. They are on slides, I hope to get them scanned and add them. With my constant back pain, I do not make it to the computer/book room often. Let alone do anything when I get there

I had told John that day we saw CedarVale from the top of the hill in ‘69 that we were going to find love. I kept all the promises to my little boy. I got him the dog. I got him a sister he loves dearly.

4 Generations of Cables

Natalie Cable had this wonderful picture on her Facebook page. She said to go ahead & add to CV Memories.

4 Generations, right, Harold Cable, holding Bruce, middle, Harold's father Charlie & Charlie's father Bennett.

Foust Tragedy

Many of you have been notified, but if not; Phil and Pat Foust's grandaughter, Jesse, and her companion were murdered in their Wichita home on Thanksgiving morning. His son of 4yrs and their son of 1yr were not harmed and were in the house with their dead parents when some family members came to see why they had not arrived for dinner. If you wish to see the obit and/or wish to leave a message of condolence, click on this site-- www.PenwellGabelJunctionCity.com. -- then click on Jesse Foust. You can also browse photos of Jesse's life.