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Joseph Badger:
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Pam Marks:
George Lawrence Benning was born to William Joseph Benning (1852 - 1930) and Imogene N. (Millard) Benning (1854 - 1916) in Boone, Iowa. He had 9 siblings: Nelson, Henry, Lois, Cora, Walter Joseph, Grace, Arthur, Mabel and Lloyd. He was the youngest.
George was married twice, first to Mildred Wilson, and his second marriage to Eileen Constance (Tasker) Benning had Marian Joyce (Benning) Kroetch. He also had a daughter, Lois (Benning) Ewen, from his first marriage to Mildred (Wilson) Benning. His second family lived first in Seattle, then Portland, then in Bremerton Washington, a small port town which grew during WW2. He owned the Chevrolet car dealership in Bremerton.
Micky Reed, the owner of the Reed Chevrolet dealership in Bremerton Washington, was on a local river fishing trip and drowned. Micky's widow, Meeka (who I, his granddaughter knew, since she and my grandmother were friends until they died), sold the dealership to George. He called it Reed-Benning dealership as an homage to Micky. Chevrolet didn't like the fact that a woman (oh lordy, a WOMAN!) sold the dealership on her own so they made new rules. The upshot? When George, my grandfather, died, my grandmother couldn't sell the dealership!
He was very active in the business, social and political components of the community. I know that he was a Freemason and a Shriner, and that he had some strong relationships with State politicians. (Note from his granddaughter: George was good friends with Warren Magnuson, first a US Representative and then a US Senator. Evidently, Magnuson used to spend summers at my grandparent's house - I saw a letter of condolence from him to my grandmother when George died, expressing how much he would miss George and referencing the wonderful summers he spent at their house. Also in their social circle? Names that you would recognize today: the Gates' - yes, that Bill Gates family - the Nordstroms , and more. The Seattle/Bremerton community was small then.) George also was instrumental in establishing the Elks Lodge in Bremerton, and was involved with the creation of the Washington Athletic Club in downtown Seattle. George was also a founding member of the Isaac Evans American Legion Post in Seward, Alaska in 1919.
One cool story about George: He had a bit of real estate in Bremerton and rented these homes to his employees. Upon George's death his will stipulated that the deeds to the homes get passed along to the employees.
Also, the story my Mom (George’s daugher) told me about the homes - the people weren't employees but simply people who lived in Bremerton at the time. Since George was a Mason, he was also involved in charitable activities. Mom said that no one (including family) knew that he had bought (I heard 3) houses for people who had problems paying rent and were going to be evicted. (This was probably around the end of the Depression.) He didn't charge the tenants rent and when he died he left the homes to the tenants. However, my sister (who says she has a copy of George's will), notes that there is no record of any homes being deeded.
Mary Cooley:
He was my Dad. He'd been very close with his father who died at only 59 yrs. Dad had a difficult childhood, it seemed, but was very smart. He was employed by a pharmaceutical company throughout his career, retiring at what would now be considered a young age (he had never expected to have such a long life). Dad took his wife, 6 children, and sometimes even his mother-in-law, on annual vacations, including houseboat cruises.
Margarita Covarrubias:
spouses' relative - Hello, My name is Margarita, I am named after my great aunt "Margarita Felix" who later married Jesus T. Calderon and became Margarita Ramona Calderon. I continue to reside in Salinas, CA and visit my Tio's grave at the Garden of Memories Cemetary. I would like to know more about him!
Robert Carter:
Nick was the woods boss for the Santa Cruz Lumber Company out of Boulder Creek California which is in Santa Cruz County. I moved to the SCLC property in 1974 two years after the lumber mill's closure. I was part of the new logging crew. We continued on with the logging on the property using environmentally safe and selective logging methods to produce a sustainable forest that could be harvested annually forever. Nick was retired as the woods boss but still lived on the property. Like they say "you can't keep a logger out of the woods" and Nick was proof of that. He didn't have much to do being retired and he wasn't a "sit around in the house" type of person so every day Nick would get in his red 1965 Ford F:250 pickup that SCLC let him keep after retirement and he would put on his white hard hat and proceed to drive around on the property mostly around in the areas where we were logging. Our method of logging was completely new to him and he just loved to be out in the woods watching us and I don't believe I ever saw Nick without that big smile he always wore. Nick also owned a big blue car that I think was a big Lincoln. A real funny thing happened one day. I was driving out of the property and Nick was coming in and was pulled over stopped but with the motor running while his wife was out of the car picking some flowers. So I pulled up next to Nick and was talking to him through our windows for about five minutes or so and Nick had gotten so used to talking to people through the window of his pickup as he drove around every day that when I told him I had to get going toward town he said "okay, will talk to you later" and he drove off in his Lincoln leaving his wife standing on the side of the road. His wife and I looked at each other and just started laughing. I offered her a ride but she said "oh, I think he'll be back." I waited there anyway then a few minutes later Nick comes driving back up and was his face ever red from embarrassment. I said "did you forget something Nick?" He had an ear to ear grin and I laughed half way into town. The house Nick lived in is the biggest one on the property and in the best location. It was built exclusively for Nick. I now reside in that house and have been in it for 30 years. The road that most of the remaining houses are on is named "Huhtala Lane" honoring Nick. It's a very strange feeling for me because when I first moved up to the property I was a 21 year old green horn just getting into the logging business. When I met Nick he was like the old wise one with all the knowledge. Some times it seems like that was just yesterday but realistically speaking that was 51 years ago. I'm now 72 years old and living in Nick's old house. I'm retired and I find myself constantly driving around in the woods just cutting myself fire wood and checking out what the new loggers are doing. My newest neighbor just turned 21 and is learning how to operate heavy equipment. Not only do I still think about Nick...I am Nick so to speak. I'm right where Nick was when I was 21 and just starting out. It's hard to believe how fast 50 years seemed to fly by. Anyway, if anyone that's either related to or knew Nick reads this I hope it added some insight to who Nick was and what he was all about. Rumor has it that Nick was a real tough woods boss that was hard on his crew which is probably true but away from work you couldn't have ever met a kinder or mellower person than Nick.
Mary Cooley:
He was my brother - Bill was surprisingly tall (our parents were short but uncles on both sides were tall). Bill was funny, even during the just-shy-of-5yrs period during which he dealt with the effects of leukemia and it's difficult treatments. During one of Bill's numerous hospitalizations, he'd has us rig a clear bag with water/fish to hang with his intravenous bags causing his medical team to do a doubletake.
Catherine Ashenfelter-Villane:
Russell S. Ashenfelter, Sr. was my dad. - My dad passed when I was 30 years old. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about my dad. He was serving his country (WWII, Korea, and Vietnam) all of my life up to the age of 17. Dad didn't talk about his childhood or military service. I would give anything to know more about the man he was, his family history, and military experiences.
What I do know from the little time we shared, dad has a since of humor, loved nature, and was a proud man. He loved my sons, leaving them with memories they still recall even though they were 4 and 3 years old.
My dad was intelligent, hardworking, and his penmanship was breath, he was an accomplished reader. He joined the Navy in 1944 or early 1945.
I would love to hear from anyone who can share their knowledge, stories, and events about my dad, (Russell Stanley Ashenfelter, SR.).
Contact Catherine at [contact link] or call (719) 233-5966.
Venice Sherman:
Me daddy - He taught me how to run a house and cook, and not to trust people. He was a chef in the army, and an excellent cook. My brother Ali and I spent a lot of childhood with him. He wasn’t perfect, infact he did a lot of wrong, but he did teach me a lot, and I miss him very much, I wish he could have known his grand children, and great grandchildren, there is a lot.
Donna Manier:
Lacey was my father’s brother, he was the eldest of 4 brothers. One sister died early in life. - Uncle Lacey visited our family just about every week when I was a child. He played the piano, told us stories, made us laugh by tickling us. My younger siblings called him the “tickling man”. He was married to aunt Lila and had a son Paul. They lived in a big house on Annapolis Road in Inkster. I have wonderful memories of Uncle Lacey because he brought laughter, fun, and joy to our home.
Robbreiona Bell:
Rosemary is My Grandmother - Rose Marry, was a strong and loving woman who left behind a legacy through her 11 children, including your mother, Prina, the oldest. Though I lost her at a young age and don’t have many memories, her impact lives on through your family. It’s been a bittersweet moment to come across her picture online, a glimpse into the past that connects me to her in a new way. I’m looking for more photos or information about her and her children or even connecting with extended family members who may have old pictures or stories to share. She may be gone, but her love and presence remain in the lives she touched
Michele Fiumefreddo:
Grandma - I remember the days you would pick us up and bring us to Staten Island.i remember us always stopping on way to our new house getting fruit stepped gum from pork store.ill never forget uncle Bobby throwing us out at 6 am because i ate his chocolate.you had such beautiful red hair and you were tuff as they come.i miss you grandma so does dad.forever in our hearts.
Kathy Pinna:
Gertrude (Hoesel) Kunz was born on April 4th, 1901 in New Salem, North Dakota to Karl Max Hoesel (1869 - 1946) and Clara Roscher (1871 - 1962) and she had siblings Max, Martha, Frieda, Carl, William, Elsa "Elsie", Clara, Alma, Arthur, Erna, Herbert and Edna.
Gertrude Hoesel married George Henry Kunz (1896 - 1966) on May 23rd, 1920 in Bergen, North Dakota. They had a son, Wilbur, and a daughter, Marion.