I was also deeply moved by the loving tribute shared with all of us on this special "list"........ Thank you so much, Freddie Randolph

My dad was in the JHS Class of 1947. Then he graduated with an Associates degree from Joplin Junior College in 1949. He never forgot Joplin, his love for the Ozarks, and his many family and friends there. Thanks so much for the kind things so many of you have said. Jerry Johnston

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: RISELING Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/2109 Message Board Post: I am looking for information on this man who is buried in the Peace Church Cemetery in Jasper County. I am interested as his first name is the same as my last name so I assume his family was somehow associated with the Levi Riseling family of Joplin. Anyone with information, please contact me privately at riseling@famvid.com. Thanks.

Gerald, Thank you for sharing this beautiful tribute. Your Father must have been a wonderful man. I think you have touched a place in many hearts and have us all longing for our own dear Dads. God bless as you go through this difficult time. Love, Kay in Ca

I agree with you Sue it was such a loving gift for a son to do. Gerald thoughts are with you and your family over the sudden lost of your Dad. Tootsie Sue Aimes wrote: > Thanks to Gerald Johnston for sharing the loving tribute to his father. > Sue Aimes > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Gerald Johnston <gerald.h.johnston@worldnet.att.net> > To: <MOJASPER-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Saturday, October 19, 2002 9:27 PM > Subject: [MOJASPER] Bill L. Johnston -- Missouri Boy -- Died OCtober 16th > > > My dad died Wednesday, October 16th, 2002, after a two > week illness. This is something I started on this summer, but he never got > to see it. I hope it comes through somewhat in the right format. He was > born in Joplin, in 1929, with Roots in Taney Co., and the White River Valley > area too. > > > > > > > > This is for Bill LeRoy Johnston, 1929 to 2002. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Daddy's Hands > > > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > The world was safe. > > > > Cars couldn't hit me; > > > > Forests weren't ever scary; > > > > Bullies couldn't hurt me; > > > > Needles weren't so frightening; > > > > And life was good. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > We'd walk in the woods. > > > > I'd be 'Little Running Deer,' > > > > While he was 'Walking Deer,' > > > > And we'd have 'ventures. > > > > A flower, or a bird, an acorn, > > > > Or even a puddle > > > > All became lovely wonders > > > > For little boys > > > > And daddies too, > > > > And life was full of joy. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > We'd go on errands too. > > > > Hardware stores were > > > > An endless fascination > > > > And we'd find treasures there. > > > > The stationary store had bins, > > > > With smells of inks and paper, > > > > Which made me think of Daddy, > > > > Working away all day, > > > > With all those sights and sounds > > > > That he'd come home > > > > And tell us all about, > > > > And life was good. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > We'd go to church. > > > > I'd sing in the choir > > > > And light the candles, > > > > While he would watch and smile. > > > > I learned the stories and the promises > > > > That his daddy once taught him. > > > > Big Brother and I, together, > > > > Learned that God is always with us, > > > > And life was full of hope. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand > > > > After I couldn't catch a ball, > > > > Kept falling down the stairs, > > > > Off curbs and things like that; > > > > He and Mother took me back to Oklahoma, > > > > Where they operated on my eye, > > > > Saving me from total darkness. > > > > They gave me strength to > > > > Work and exercise that lazy eye, > > > > To make it strong again, > > > > But they let me peek , > > > > Out from behind the patch, > > > > The only time I cheated, > > > > For they told me how I mustn't, > > > > When the men walked on the moon, > > > > And life was renewed. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > He always held Lynn's too. > > > > When Big Brother went to school > > > > And I was still at home, > > > > The love was always equal. > > > > Each of his boys' differences > > > > Were overwhelmed by strengths - > > > > Not weaknesses. > > > > Lazy eyes learned how to share words, > > > > While the one who longed to read, > > > > Could shine in so many other fashions, > > > > Guided on so many paths > > > > That the two almost became one; > > > > Even graduating together, > > > > The first to ever do so of their kind, > > > > With hands held tightly, > > > > Heads up high, > > > > Tears of joy, and family all around, > > > > And life was whole. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > And tried to teach me how to drive, > > > > I was too grown up to hold on. > > > > Algebra was just a foreign thing > > > > I wouldn't try to understand. > > > > A teenager knows everything, > > > > And thinks fathers aren't so smart, > > > > And life was so much lonelier, > > > > While we were grown apart. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > And sent me off to college, > > > > It felt all right to go. > > > > I went away to Oklahoma, > > > > For he had been there too, > > > > But he wasn't with me. > > > > I felt lost and oh so lonely, > > > > Until he came to see me, > > > > But he had to go back home. > > > > I didn't do so well there. > > > > I was too young to know, > > > > That just because he wasn't > > > > There to hold my hand, > > > > I would be fine, > > > > And life was such a vale of sadness, > > > > Eleven hundred miles across. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > I graduated > > > > And came to Arizona, > > > > Where he helped me > > > > Find my way again, > > > > Even when I didn't want to try. > > > > I searched the whole world over, > > > > But came back home to stay. > > > > I became a teacher > > > > Just like he had done, > > > > To gather strength from young folks > > > > Sharing knowledge every day, > > > > And life was fun again. > > > > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > > > The very last and final time, > > > > He mouthed the words, > > > > "I love you!" > > > > I said I never doubted, > > > > All the years of love, > > > > And begged him to fight whatever > > > > Took him too soon from us. > > > > But those trombone player's lungs > > > > Just couldn't win that fight. > > > > He taught us all that life goes on, > > > > And we will be okay, > > > > Because Daddy's hands will really > > > > Always hold our hearts, > > > > 'Till we see him > > > > In those Halls of Glory, > > > > >From whence we'll never part, > > > > And life will be forever > > > > Although for now > > > > It breaks our hearts. > > > > > > > > Gerald Hankins Johnston > > > > October 18th, 2002 > > > >

Gerald what a beauitful poem, you to must have been a daddys child. I always trusted what my dad had to say to me. He and I was very close, and when I lost him ,I thought I couldn't go on. But by then I was married and three boys of my own, and we like my dad and me are very close, and when the time comes I hope my boys go on in life and share with there children as my dad did me and I did to them. It is all about LOVE that is what makes the WORLD GO AROUND LOVE.As Jesus said LOVE ONE ANOTHER , that was of his commands and the most inportant one. Shirley Gerald Johnston wrote: > My dad died Wednesday, October 16th, 2002, after a two week illness. This is something I started on this summer, but he never got to see it. I hope it comes through somewhat in the right format. He was born in Joplin, in 1929, with Roots in Taney Co., and the White River Valley area too. > > This is for Bill LeRoy Johnston, 1929 to 2002. > > Daddy's Hands > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > The world was safe. > > Cars couldn't hit me; > > Forests weren't ever scary; > > Bullies couldn't hurt me; > > Needles weren't so frightening; > > And life was good. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd walk in the woods. > > I'd be 'Little Running Deer,' > > While he was 'Walking Deer,' > > And we'd have 'ventures. > > A flower, or a bird, an acorn, > > Or even a puddle > > All became lovely wonders > > For little boys > > And daddies too, > > And life was full of joy. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd go on errands too. > > Hardware stores were > > An endless fascination > > And we'd find treasures there. > > The stationary store had bins, > > With smells of inks and paper, > > Which made me think of Daddy, > > Working away all day, > > With all those sights and sounds > > That he'd come home > > And tell us all about, > > And life was good. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd go to church. > > I'd sing in the choir > > And light the candles, > > While he would watch and smile. > > I learned the stories and the promises > > That his daddy once taught him. > > Big Brother and I, together, > > Learned that God is always with us, > > And life was full of hope. > > > > When Daddy held my hand > > After I couldn't catch a ball, > > Kept falling down the stairs, > > Off curbs and things like that; > > He and Mother took me back to Oklahoma, > > Where they operated on my eye, > > Saving me from total darkness. > > They gave me strength to > > Work and exercise that lazy eye, > > To make it strong again, > > But they let me peek , > > Out from behind the patch, > > The only time I cheated, > > For they told me how I mustn't, > > When the men walked on the moon, > > And life was renewed. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > He always held Lynn's too. > > When Big Brother went to school > > And I was still at home, > > The love was always equal. > > Each of his boys' differences > > Were overwhelmed by strengths - > > Not weaknesses. > > Lazy eyes learned how to share words, > > While the one who longed to read, > > Could shine in so many other fashions, > > Guided on so many paths > > That the two almost became one; > > Even graduating together, > > The first to ever do so of their kind, > > With hands held tightly, > > Heads up high, > > Tears of joy, and family all around, > > And life was whole. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > And tried to teach me how to drive, > > I was too grown up to hold on. > > Algebra was just a foreign thing > > I wouldn't try to understand. > > A teenager knows everything, > > And thinks fathers aren't so smart, > > And life was so much lonelier, > > While we were grown apart. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > And sent me off to college, > > It felt all right to go. > > I went away to Oklahoma, > > For he had been there too, > > But he wasn't with me. > > I felt lost and oh so lonely, > > Until he came to see me, > > But he had to go back home. > > I didn't do so well there. > > I was too young to know, > > That just because he wasn't > > There to hold my hand, > > I would be fine, > > And life was such a vale of sadness, > > Eleven hundred miles across. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > I graduated > > And came to Arizona, > > Where he helped me > > Find my way again, > > Even when I didn't want to try. > > I searched the whole world over, > > But came back home to stay. > > I became a teacher > > Just like he had done, > > To gather strength from young folks > > Sharing knowledge every day, > > And life was fun again. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > The very last and final time, > > He mouthed the words, > > "I love you!" > > I said I never doubted, > > All the years of love, > > And begged him to fight whatever > > Took him too soon from us. > > But those trombone player's lungs > > Just couldn't win that fight. > > He taught us all that life goes on, > > And we will be okay, > > Because Daddy's hands will really > > Always hold our hearts, > > 'Till we see him > > In those Halls of Glory, > > >From whence we'll never part, > > And life will be forever > > Although for now > > It breaks our hearts. > > > > Gerald Hankins Johnston > > October 18th, 2002

Thanks to Gerald Johnston for sharing the loving tribute to his father. Sue Aimes ----- Original Message ----- From: Gerald Johnston <gerald.h.johnston@worldnet.att.net> To: <MOJASPER-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, October 19, 2002 9:27 PM Subject: [MOJASPER] Bill L. Johnston -- Missouri Boy -- Died OCtober 16th > My dad died Wednesday, October 16th, 2002, after a two week illness. This is something I started on this summer, but he never got to see it. I hope it comes through somewhat in the right format. He was born in Joplin, in 1929, with Roots in Taney Co., and the White River Valley area too. > > > > This is for Bill LeRoy Johnston, 1929 to 2002. > > > > > > > > Daddy's Hands > > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > The world was safe. > > Cars couldn't hit me; > > Forests weren't ever scary; > > Bullies couldn't hurt me; > > Needles weren't so frightening; > > And life was good. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd walk in the woods. > > I'd be 'Little Running Deer,' > > While he was 'Walking Deer,' > > And we'd have 'ventures. > > A flower, or a bird, an acorn, > > Or even a puddle > > All became lovely wonders > > For little boys > > And daddies too, > > And life was full of joy. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd go on errands too. > > Hardware stores were > > An endless fascination > > And we'd find treasures there. > > The stationary store had bins, > > With smells of inks and paper, > > Which made me think of Daddy, > > Working away all day, > > With all those sights and sounds > > That he'd come home > > And tell us all about, > > And life was good. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > We'd go to church. > > I'd sing in the choir > > And light the candles, > > While he would watch and smile. > > I learned the stories and the promises > > That his daddy once taught him. > > Big Brother and I, together, > > Learned that God is always with us, > > And life was full of hope. > > > > When Daddy held my hand > > After I couldn't catch a ball, > > Kept falling down the stairs, > > Off curbs and things like that; > > He and Mother took me back to Oklahoma, > > Where they operated on my eye, > > Saving me from total darkness. > > They gave me strength to > > Work and exercise that lazy eye, > > To make it strong again, > > But they let me peek , > > Out from behind the patch, > > The only time I cheated, > > For they told me how I mustn't, > > When the men walked on the moon, > > And life was renewed. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > He always held Lynn's too. > > When Big Brother went to school > > And I was still at home, > > The love was always equal. > > Each of his boys' differences > > Were overwhelmed by strengths - > > Not weaknesses. > > Lazy eyes learned how to share words, > > While the one who longed to read, > > Could shine in so many other fashions, > > Guided on so many paths > > That the two almost became one; > > Even graduating together, > > The first to ever do so of their kind, > > With hands held tightly, > > Heads up high, > > Tears of joy, and family all around, > > And life was whole. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > And tried to teach me how to drive, > > I was too grown up to hold on. > > Algebra was just a foreign thing > > I wouldn't try to understand. > > A teenager knows everything, > > And thinks fathers aren't so smart, > > And life was so much lonelier, > > While we were grown apart. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > And sent me off to college, > > It felt all right to go. > > I went away to Oklahoma, > > For he had been there too, > > But he wasn't with me. > > I felt lost and oh so lonely, > > Until he came to see me, > > But he had to go back home. > > I didn't do so well there. > > I was too young to know, > > That just because he wasn't > > There to hold my hand, > > I would be fine, > > And life was such a vale of sadness, > > Eleven hundred miles across. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > I graduated > > And came to Arizona, > > Where he helped me > > Find my way again, > > Even when I didn't want to try. > > I searched the whole world over, > > But came back home to stay. > > I became a teacher > > Just like he had done, > > To gather strength from young folks > > Sharing knowledge every day, > > And life was fun again. > > > > When Daddy held my hand, > > The very last and final time, > > He mouthed the words, > > "I love you!" > > I said I never doubted, > > All the years of love, > > And begged him to fight whatever > > Took him too soon from us. > > But those trombone player's lungs > > Just couldn't win that fight. > > He taught us all that life goes on, > > And we will be okay, > > Because Daddy's hands will really > > Always hold our hearts, > > 'Till we see him > > In those Halls of Glory, > > >From whence we'll never part, > > And life will be forever > > Although for now > > It breaks our hearts. > > > > Gerald Hankins Johnston > > October 18th, 2002 > >

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Colyer Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/2108 Message Board Post: I am looking for info on my greatgrandmother Martha Colyer. Her husband was James and their children were Marie and Harvey.Harvey had a set of twin daughters.Any info would be appreciated. Thank you Patricia Ball

Gerald, great job.......God Bless Cliff

My dad died Wednesday, October 16th, 2002, after a two week illness. This is something I started on this summer, but he never got to see it. I hope it comes through somewhat in the right format. He was born in Joplin, in 1929, with Roots in Taney Co., and the White River Valley area too. This is for Bill LeRoy Johnston, 1929 to 2002. Daddy's Hands When Daddy held my hand, The world was safe. Cars couldn't hit me; Forests weren't ever scary; Bullies couldn't hurt me; Needles weren't so frightening; And life was good. When Daddy held my hand, We'd walk in the woods. I'd be 'Little Running Deer,' While he was 'Walking Deer,' And we'd have 'ventures. A flower, or a bird, an acorn, Or even a puddle All became lovely wonders For little boys And daddies too, And life was full of joy. When Daddy held my hand, We'd go on errands too. Hardware stores were An endless fascination And we'd find treasures there. The stationary store had bins, With smells of inks and paper, Which made me think of Daddy, Working away all day, With all those sights and sounds That he'd come home And tell us all about, And life was good. When Daddy held my hand, We'd go to church. I'd sing in the choir And light the candles, While he would watch and smile. I learned the stories and the promises That his daddy once taught him. Big Brother and I, together, Learned that God is always with us, And life was full of hope. When Daddy held my hand After I couldn't catch a ball, Kept falling down the stairs, Off curbs and things like that; He and Mother took me back to Oklahoma, Where they operated on my eye, Saving me from total darkness. They gave me strength to Work and exercise that lazy eye, To make it strong again, But they let me peek , Out from behind the patch, The only time I cheated, For they told me how I mustn't, When the men walked on the moon, And life was renewed. When Daddy held my hand, He always held Lynn's too. When Big Brother went to school And I was still at home, The love was always equal. Each of his boys' differences Were overwhelmed by strengths - Not weaknesses. Lazy eyes learned how to share words, While the one who longed to read, Could shine in so many other fashions, Guided on so many paths That the two almost became one; Even graduating together, The first to ever do so of their kind, With hands held tightly, Heads up high, Tears of joy, and family all around, And life was whole. When Daddy held my hand, And tried to teach me how to drive, I was too grown up to hold on. Algebra was just a foreign thing I wouldn't try to understand. A teenager knows everything, And thinks fathers aren't so smart, And life was so much lonelier, While we were grown apart. When Daddy held my hand, And sent me off to college, It felt all right to go. I went away to Oklahoma, For he had been there too, But he wasn't with me. I felt lost and oh so lonely, Until he came to see me, But he had to go back home. I didn't do so well there. I was too young to know, That just because he wasn't There to hold my hand, I would be fine, And life was such a vale of sadness, Eleven hundred miles across. When Daddy held my hand, I graduated And came to Arizona, Where he helped me Find my way again, Even when I didn't want to try. I searched the whole world over, But came back home to stay. I became a teacher Just like he had done, To gather strength from young folks Sharing knowledge every day, And life was fun again. When Daddy held my hand, The very last and final time, He mouthed the words, "I love you!" I said I never doubted, All the years of love, And begged him to fight whatever Took him too soon from us. But those trombone player's lungs Just couldn't win that fight. He taught us all that life goes on, And we will be okay, Because Daddy's hands will really Always hold our hearts, 'Till we see him In those Halls of Glory, >From whence we'll never part, And life will be forever Although for now It breaks our hearts. Gerald Hankins Johnston October 18th, 2002

I am looking for information regarding the death and burial of my great grandfather Solomon Copeland. He was married to Mary J. (Butts) Copeland. He died around the 1875-1880 time frame. Thanks Cliff O'Neal

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Eckel, Eckels, Eckles, Cade Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/2107.1.1 Message Board Post: Thanks for the info, but I already have it and more, just looking for info about William from birth, parents and siblings, and then on his wives and where they and he ended up being buried. and What happen wife-Dora after 1890? And what happened to their son-in-law John M. Cade b 1865 whose mother was Mary Smith Cade--I was in contact with Mary's sister's relatives and found out about her, but they didn't know about John's final resting place or info about him. Figured if I found him after 1890, then I'd find Dora also(as I thinnk they married). Couldn't we all really use those 1890 census documents? 20 years between info is a long time.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Bigley, Croft Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/1936.2 Message Board Post: I went to the Webb City Cemetery yesterday, 18 Oct 2002, and looked for this grave and any other Bigley I could find. I had a map that showed where this grave should be located. I did not find it under Bigley or Croft. I did find a Bigley which I believe is also the wife of Carl William Bigley that Dora married. Carl and Dora are listed in the Webb City Directory for the years 1915-1916. The only other Bigley listed is Alva Bigley and his wife, Hassie. We did not get to do the whole cemetery and hope to get back to it on a day we can walk the whole cemetery and maybe find someone that has a plat of the cemetery.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/2107.1 Message Board Post: Does this help any?? 1880 Census Place: Joplin, Jasper, Missouri Source: FHL Film 1254695 National Archives Film T9-0695 Page 534C Relation Sex Marr Race Age Birthplace William ECKLE Self M M W 35 PA Occ: Lead Miner Fa: WALES Mo: WAL. Dora ECKLE Wife F M W 33 PA Occ: Keeping House Fa: WALES Mo: WAL. Willis ECKLE Son M S W 11 PA Fa: WALES Mo: WAL. Emma ECKLE Dau F S W 9 IL Fa: WALES Mo: WAL. Albert ECKLE Son M S W 3 MO Fa: WALES Mo: WAL. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: TERRY, TODD Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/2106 Message Board Post: I am looking for any information on my GGrandmother Annie Belle Terry, b. Jasper Co., MO 18 Nov 1872 and/or her parents, Francis Marion Terry and Mariah Elizabeth Todd Terry. Marriage certificates, Census references, birth certificate, anything. Thank you.

This is a follow-up to my recent post about needed access to Vital Records. The problem is not that the vital records cannot be accessed; they can. For a fee, the staff at the Department of Health will search for a record. If they find it, they will send a copy. Too often the response is that they found no record. I sought birth and death data re my aunt, who died before her brother, my father, was born. He told me that her given name was Mildred. I sent my money for searches and was advised that no records were found. I found her baptismal record by a different given name. It happens that the relevant records in this case were not held by the Mo. Dept. of Health, and I was able to review the hand-written birth and death records. I found her birth record by a third given name, but, by the time she died, she was indeed Mildred. A staff simply cannot locate a record under such circumstances. A researcher can, but depends on access to the data. My grandmother's maiden name was very difficult to spell. I knew the ship and arrival date of her aunt (same surname). It took me three times thru a transcription of the ship list to recognize her thoroughly-butchered name. Of course, I could not find her name in the index. I never did find her sister who was with her. My name is Doerr; in an old list, it is spelled 'Ter'. Only by searching the original records, or microforms thereof, can one find the needed data in such cases. (I guess I now have an idea as to how my ancestors pronounced our name.) The researcher has patience and incentive to find the data; any staff must depend on their imperfect indexes and the Health Department has incentive to send a 'no find' letter. Bob Doerr in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks Please see http://www.rollanet.org/~bdoerr/state.htm

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/264.1.1.1.1 Message Board Post: very definately a different line. My grandmother and ggparents were born in Ralls county. I have been unable to trace the line farther back than my gg-grandparents. Chick

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/1MB.2ACI/264.1.1.1 Message Board Post: I am probably from a different line. My grandfather, Thadeus Sobeski Snyder son of Oscar Augustus Snyder son of Oscar John Snyder and Caroline Whitney met and married my grandmother Eunice Margaret Chapman there in 1910. The couple resided near Quapaw Oklahoma where by father was born. They were also related to the Scotts of Scotland Missouri. The Snyder men were mostly miners and died off at relatively young ages. My father is now 91 and doing well but he got out of the mines when he was young.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Kysor, Snyder Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/1MB.2ACI/264.1.1 Message Board Post: My grandfather, Samuel E. Kysor, his wife Lula Kysor, nee Snyder and possibly her sister Minnie B. Snyder with my mother, Opal Fern Kysor were there When my Mother was I 1/2 years old. I now have that firmly sourced. i have a picture of my mother there when 1 1/2 years old. If there were other Snyders there at that time I would dearly love to know who they were. chick_putnam@nettally.com

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/1MB.2ACI/264.1 Message Board Post: There were Snyders around Joplin. They be why it stands out in your mind.