Hey Jim.............hope all is well. I am still enjoying your wonderful stories. Mary JAMES O BRASHER <jims505@msn.com> wrote: Betty Mae Brown and Ralph Waldo Brasher are married March 30, 1915 in Cape Girardeau, MO by a justice of the peace. They will have two children. Children of Ralph Waldo and Betty May Brasher Sr 1. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, b: Feb 19, 1916 Cape Girardeau, MO. --d: Jun 6, 1971 California. 2. Nolda May Brasher, b: Jan 9, 1918 St Louis, MO--d: Nov 13, 2000 Florida Ralph and Betty would divorce about 1919 and Betty would fade away until about 1923. The 1920 census shows Ralph Sr and his two children living with his mother and Stepfather in St Louis, MO, it reads: McClard David, Head, age: 38, married. Laura, wife, age: 44, married. Brasher Ralph, stepson, age: 25, Divorced. Nolda, stepgranddau. Age: 1 4/12 sing. Ralph Jr, stepgrandson., age: 3 3/12, sing. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, born Feb 9, 1916 and Florence Margaret McQuillen, born Jan 17, 1915, married May 5, 1933. Ralph Jr and Florence would divorce in 1949. But even though they did, they would remain stepbrother and stepsister. Ralph Sr, my father's father, married Mabel Vie, my mother's mother on May 19, 1934 just one year and two weeks after their kids married. The older couple would remain married until their deaths in 1968, both being buried in Cuba, Missouri. Life Goes On After I reached my late teens, just prior to going into the Army, I returned to visit my grandmother, Mabel, many times in Cuba, Missouri on their farm. I never visited Ralph, he was too damn hard headed and by the time I reached nineteen I knew everything in the world anyway and didn't need his advice about anything. Still, I enjoyed talking to the old grump and listening to what he had to say, I just was not about to admit that anything he had to say was worthy of my consideration. I was still mad at him for hitting me on the head with a piece of stove wood a couple of years previous. To make matters worse, he didn't even feel guilty even a smidgeon about being a homicidal maniac the night he caught me coming home so late. He didn't even care that I was in love that night and she was to blame for my transgression and here I was an almost fully grown sixteen year old man coming home at only midnight. But, life does truly go on. On my visits to the farm in later years I did look forward to listening to Ralph's stories and it was while we sat on the front porch in the evenings that Ralph would start telling me a little bit about his life. One subject he covered was Betty Mae Brown. His stories about Betty always seemed to come in bits and pieces and took over ten years to tell. It was during one of these talk sessions that Ralph gave me two pictures of Betty's that I still have today. One picture was of Betty taken about 1904 or 1905 when she was five or six years old with an unknown lady named Isis Coffman taken in Paragould, Arkansas, this information comes from the back of the picture. The other picture was a tin type bent at the edges and somewhat faded of a confederate soldier. The confederate soldier I am guessing is Betty Mae's grandfather, James W. Roper. I noticed early on, that every time Ralph talked about Betty, two things never changed; he always called her "Mae" and he always said, "Mae was such a liar that you could never be totally sure what the truth was." From the first time I met her at age eight, she called herself Betty and I always felt she was hiding something, she always reminded me of the lady who pinched little kids when their parents weren't looking to make them cry so that they would get away and leave her alone. The evening Ralph gave me the picture of Betty Mae and Isis Coffman I asked, "Gramps, who is this?" "That's your grandmother, Mae Brown." "You mean dad's mother and your first wife?" "Yep, do you want to hear the story behind it as she told it to me?" "I sure would," said I. "Well. . ." That picture of Mae and the ugly woman with her was taken in Paragould, Arkansas one day when Mae was a little girl and visiting off the plantation while riding the train on an excursion trip to see part of the world. "Hey, wait a minute gramps, what the heck do you mean plantation?" "Well, Mae claimed that she came from a very wealthy family who owned a cotton farm over in Ellsinore before her mother died." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Yahoo! Games.

Hi Mary: I was starting to worry if I was to hear from you. I can now relax. Everything is very well and my story is working very well for me too. I am hearing from Browns who I had no idea existed. Not all are related though. Betty Mae's picture is now on line down in Paragould, Arkansas, in fact she now has two pictures displayed. Will talk later.----Jim ----- Original Message ----- From: Mary Moore<mailto:tisherself1020@yahoo.com> To: mo-stlouis-metro@rootsweb.com<mailto:mo-stlouis-metro@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, May 24, 2007 7:23 PM Subject: Re: [MO-STLOUIS-METRO] Betty Mae Brown-Part 3 Hey Jim.............hope all is well. I am still enjoying your wonderful stories. Mary JAMES O BRASHER <jims505@msn.com<mailto:jims505@msn.com>> wrote: Betty Mae Brown and Ralph Waldo Brasher are married March 30, 1915 in Cape Girardeau, MO by a justice of the peace. They will have two children. Children of Ralph Waldo and Betty May Brasher Sr 1. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, b: Feb 19, 1916 Cape Girardeau, MO. --d: Jun 6, 1971 California. 2. Nolda May Brasher, b: Jan 9, 1918 St Louis, MO--d: Nov 13, 2000 Florida Ralph and Betty would divorce about 1919 and Betty would fade away until about 1923. The 1920 census shows Ralph Sr and his two children living with his mother and Stepfather in St Louis, MO, it reads: McClard David, Head, age: 38, married. Laura, wife, age: 44, married. Brasher Ralph, stepson, age: 25, Divorced. Nolda, stepgranddau. Age: 1 4/12 sing. Ralph Jr, stepgrandson., age: 3 3/12, sing. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, born Feb 9, 1916 and Florence Margaret McQuillen, born Jan 17, 1915, married May 5, 1933. Ralph Jr and Florence would divorce in 1949. But even though they did, they would remain stepbrother and stepsister. Ralph Sr, my father's father, married Mabel Vie, my mother's mother on May 19, 1934 just one year and two weeks after their kids married. The older couple would remain married until their deaths in 1968, both being buried in Cuba, Missouri. Life Goes On After I reached my late teens, just prior to going into the Army, I returned to visit my grandmother, Mabel, many times in Cuba, Missouri on their farm. I never visited Ralph, he was too damn hard headed and by the time I reached nineteen I knew everything in the world anyway and didn't need his advice about anything. Still, I enjoyed talking to the old grump and listening to what he had to say, I just was not about to admit that anything he had to say was worthy of my consideration. I was still mad at him for hitting me on the head with a piece of stove wood a couple of years previous. To make matters worse, he didn't even feel guilty even a smidgeon about being a homicidal maniac the night he caught me coming home so late. He didn't even care that I was in love that night and she was to blame for my transgression and here I was an almost fully grown sixteen year old man coming home at only midnight. But, life does truly go on. On my visits to the farm in later years I did look forward to listening to Ralph's stories and it was while we sat on the front porch in the evenings that Ralph would start telling me a little bit about his life. One subject he covered was Betty Mae Brown. His stories about Betty always seemed to come in bits and pieces and took over ten years to tell. It was during one of these talk sessions that Ralph gave me two pictures of Betty's that I still have today. One picture was of Betty taken about 1904 or 1905 when she was five or six years old with an unknown lady named Isis Coffman taken in Paragould, Arkansas, this information comes from the back of the picture. The other picture was a tin type bent at the edges and somewhat faded of a confederate soldier. The confederate soldier I am guessing is Betty Mae's grandfather, James W. Roper. I noticed early on, that every time Ralph talked about Betty, two things never changed; he always called her "Mae" and he always said, "Mae was such a liar that you could never be totally sure what the truth was." From the first time I met her at age eight, she called herself Betty and I always felt she was hiding something, she always reminded me of the lady who pinched little kids when their parents weren't looking to make them cry so that they would get away and leave her alone. The evening Ralph gave me the picture of Betty Mae and Isis Coffman I asked, "Gramps, who is this?" "That's your grandmother, Mae Brown." "You mean dad's mother and your first wife?" "Yep, do you want to hear the story behind it as she told it to me?" "I sure would," said I. "Well. . ." That picture of Mae and the ugly woman with her was taken in Paragould, Arkansas one day when Mae was a little girl and visiting off the plantation while riding the train on an excursion trip to see part of the world. "Hey, wait a minute gramps, what the heck do you mean plantation?" "Well, Mae claimed that she came from a very wealthy family who owned a cotton farm over in Ellsinore before her mother died." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com<mailto:MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Yahoo! Games. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com<mailto:MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hey Jim.................good to see you are at work again.........Mary JAMES O BRASHER <jims505@msn.com> wrote: Hi Mary: I was starting to worry if I was to hear from you. I can now relax. Everything is very well and my story is working very well for me too. I am hearing from Browns who I had no idea existed. Not all are related though. Betty Mae's picture is now on line down in Paragould, Arkansas, in fact she now has two pictures displayed. Will talk later.----Jim ----- Original Message ----- From: Mary Moore To: mo-stlouis-metro@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, May 24, 2007 7:23 PM Subject: Re: [MO-STLOUIS-METRO] Betty Mae Brown-Part 3 Hey Jim.............hope all is well. I am still enjoying your wonderful stories. Mary JAMES O BRASHER > wrote: Betty Mae Brown and Ralph Waldo Brasher are married March 30, 1915 in Cape Girardeau, MO by a justice of the peace. They will have two children. Children of Ralph Waldo and Betty May Brasher Sr 1. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, b: Feb 19, 1916 Cape Girardeau, MO. --d: Jun 6, 1971 California. 2. Nolda May Brasher, b: Jan 9, 1918 St Louis, MO--d: Nov 13, 2000 Florida Ralph and Betty would divorce about 1919 and Betty would fade away until about 1923. The 1920 census shows Ralph Sr and his two children living with his mother and Stepfather in St Louis, MO, it reads: McClard David, Head, age: 38, married. Laura, wife, age: 44, married. Brasher Ralph, stepson, age: 25, Divorced. Nolda, stepgranddau. Age: 1 4/12 sing. Ralph Jr, stepgrandson., age: 3 3/12, sing. Ralph Waldo Brasher Jr, born Feb 9, 1916 and Florence Margaret McQuillen, born Jan 17, 1915, married May 5, 1933. Ralph Jr and Florence would divorce in 1949. But even though they did, they would remain stepbrother and stepsister. Ralph Sr, my father's father, married Mabel Vie, my mother's mother on May 19, 1934 just one year and two weeks after their kids married. The older couple would remain married until their deaths in 1968, both being buried in Cuba, Missouri. Life Goes On After I reached my late teens, just prior to going into the Army, I returned to visit my grandmother, Mabel, many times in Cuba, Missouri on their farm. I never visited Ralph, he was too damn hard headed and by the time I reached nineteen I knew everything in the world anyway and didn't need his advice about anything. Still, I enjoyed talking to the old grump and listening to what he had to say, I just was not about to admit that anything he had to say was worthy of my consideration. I was still mad at him for hitting me on the head with a piece of stove wood a couple of years previous. To make matters worse, he didn't even feel guilty even a smidgeon about being a homicidal maniac the night he caught me coming home so late. He didn't even care that I was in love that night and she was to blame for my transgression and here I was an almost fully grown sixteen year old man coming home at only midnight. But, life does truly go on. On my visits to the farm in later years I did look forward to listening to Ralph's stories and it was while we sat on the front porch in the evenings that Ralph would start telling me a little bit about his life. One subject he covered was Betty Mae Brown. His stories about Betty always seemed to come in bits and pieces and took over ten years to tell. It was during one of these talk sessions that Ralph gave me two pictures of Betty's that I still have today. One picture was of Betty taken about 1904 or 1905 when she was five or six years old with an unknown lady named Isis Coffman taken in Paragould, Arkansas, this information comes from the back of the picture. The other picture was a tin type bent at the edges and somewhat faded of a confederate soldier. The confederate soldier I am guessing is Betty Mae's grandfather, James W. Roper. I noticed early on, that every time Ralph talked about Betty, two things never changed; he always called her "Mae" and he always said, "Mae was such a liar that you could never be totally sure what the truth was." From the first time I met her at age eight, she called herself Betty and I always felt she was hiding something, she always reminded me of the lady who pinched little kids when their parents weren't looking to make them cry so that they would get away and leave her alone. The evening Ralph gave me the picture of Betty Mae and Isis Coffman I asked, "Gramps, who is this?" "That's your grandmother, Mae Brown." "You mean dad's mother and your first wife?" "Yep, do you want to hear the story behind it as she told it to me?" "I sure would," said I. "Well. . ." That picture of Mae and the ugly woman with her was taken in Paragould, Arkansas one day when Mae was a little girl and visiting off the plantation while riding the train on an excursion trip to see part of the world. "Hey, wait a minute gramps, what the heck do you mean plantation?" "Well, Mae claimed that she came from a very wealthy family who owned a cotton farm over in Ellsinore before her mother died." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MO-STLOUIS-METRO-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Yahoo! 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