Unsubscribe pawashin-request@rootsweb.com wrote: If you are having problems reading the digests please UNSUBSCRIBE then SUBSCRIBE again so you will receive digests in plain text format. Additional list information is on http://www.chartiers.com/pages-new/pawashin.html Today's Topics: 1. MANDALE, CLELAND, PENSIS, WALKER, PROSSER June 13, 1913 McDonald PA Record (Victoria Hospodar Valentine) 2. T'was the night before Christmas....a Genealogy Tale (Judy Florian) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message: 1 Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 09:12:53 -0500 From: "Victoria Hospodar Valentine" Subject: [PAWASHIN] MANDALE, CLELAND, PENSIS, WALKER, PROSSER June 13, 1913 McDonald PA Record Cc: PA-SW-OBITS@rootsweb.com, PAWASHIN@rootsweb.com, PA-CARNEGIE@rootsweb.com, PAALLEGH@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <003b01c843db$94ee8ea0$6401a8c0@owner45cd1dc90> Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset="iso-8859-1"; reply-type=original MANDALE, CLELAND, PENSIS, WALKER, PROSSER Mrs. Margaret Wilson MANDALE, wife of William MANDALE, died at 5:30 o'clock Sunday morning, June 8, 1913, at her home in Valley street. Death came after an illness of four months and was caused by a complication of diseases. Mrs. MANDALE was born in Glasgow, Scotland, October 14, 1863, and was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. James WEIR. She was united in marriage with Mr. MANDALE in 1883, in Cumberland County, England. Thirty years ago Mr. and Mrs. MANDALE located in Canada, where they resided for fourteen years and then removed here, where they had resided since. She was a member of the First United Presbyterian Church and one of its most active workers. Besides the husband, three sons and three daughters survive: Robert of Pittsburgh, Florence, Elizabeth, Arthur, Margaret and John, all at home. She leaves one brother, John WEIR of Scio, Ohio, one sister, Mrs. George HAMMERLY of McDonald, and her mother, Mrs. Mary CROSS, also of McDonald. The funeral services were held Tuesday afternoon in charge of the Rev. Dr. W. D. IRONS. Interment in Robinson's Run cemetery. Mrs. Elizabeth SCOTT CLELAND, wife of the Rev. John W. CLELAND, is dead at her home in Oakdale. Mrs. CLELAND was born at Monmouth, Ill., a daughter of the Rev. John SCOTT, a minister of the United Presbyterian Church. She graduated at Monmouth College in 1877 and afterward taught Latin and Greek there and also in Amity College, Iowa. Mrs. CLELAND was of much aid to her husband in establishing the Boys' Industrial Home at Oakdale. She is survived by her husband, a daughter two sons and four sisters, Mrs. Anna M. PATTISON, Sioux Falls, Iowa; Mrs. G. I. FINDLEY, Gibson, Iowa; Miss Margaret SCOTT and Miss Sue R. SCOTT of Oakdale. Mrs. Catherine PENSIS, aged 78 years, died at 11 o'clock Wednesday morning, June 11, at the home of her son, Miles PENSIS, in Miller street. She was born in Belgium. Besides the son with whom she made her home, two sons and three daughters survive. The funeral services will be held this (Friday) afternoon at two o'clock at the PENSIS home. The interment will be in Robinson's Run cemetery. Charles S. WALKER, aged 42, of Kittanning, died in the West Penn hospital, Pittsburgh, on Monday night from a fractured skull received that morning when he fell from a telegraph pole in Primrose. He was a lineman for the West Penn Lighting Company. Mr. and Mrs. John BELL attended the funeral of their niece, Mrs. PROSSER, at Carnegie last Friday. *Imperial column ------------------------------ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 00:05:55 -0500 From: "Judy Florian" Subject: [PAWASHIN] T'was the night before Christmas....a Genealogy Tale To: "GCHLace Webmaster" , "LIST: pawashin@rootsweb.com" , "LIST: paallegh@rootsweb.com" , PAGREENE@rootsweb.com Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Not sure this is very good, but I wrote it as I thought about all of us trying so hard to figure out our family histories. Please forgive any mistakes. T'was the night before Christmas....a Genealogy Tale T'was the night before Christmas, her fingers tapping away Typing piles of genealogy long into the dawn of the day. Where's Ruth, George, Sally, Michael, Bill and Jean? Putting families in order from bits that she gleaned. Who is Marshall Ney Marshall? She never learned for sure And, after years of search, his name carried much allure. Joshua Alpheus's relatives each carried one part of his name One Joshua, one Alpheus - why couldn't they be the same? In the glow of computer light, her eyes worn and dreary If she'd ever find her ancestors, of this she grew weary. She'd whisper their names sometimes at late at night As though they'd answer and save her from this plight. But no one answered -- she'd listened quite well you see It was as though all wanted her to just leave them be! "Oh Santa!" she thought, "If I could just figure it out, I'd jump high from my chair, clap, scream and shout!" She closed the file on the crumbling newspaper stack Too many names, dates, and spouses she lacked. She punched the OFF switch - rather too hard -- As she wondered if a misspelled name was just a fraud? She thought of everyone often, before drifting off to sleep Said a prayer to the heavens about secrets ancestors keep. Once in awhile, a face from ago slipped into her dreams Grandma wanted to tell her the family's story, it seemed. But come light of day, the faces and stories all disappeared. She was left with clues she'd never figure out, she feared. This night was different...the faces and features oh so clear As Grandma told story after story--oh my, was she a dear! Awakening on Christmas, she wondered, "Am I insane? "To be chasing my ancestors down every street and lane!" She shook her head silently, vowing to just "Give it up!" And went down the stairs to find the nearest coffee cup. When what to her wonderment, familiar persons circled her tree She couldn't get over how "they all look a little like -- ME!" Her Grandma stepped forward, a bible in her wrinkled palms "I think you need this, it's got our names near the psalms." The elated researcher was beside herself with glee "All my ancestors heard and came looking for me!" Dropping her head, she quickly searched the bible's pages... When she looked up, her family had slipped into the ages. The star at the treetop twinkled, reflecting the many lights While tears flowed as she remembered having this sight... "Oh Santa, this was the best gift I've ever gotten, I swear! "To have my sought-for ancestors standing right there!" Standing silent she remembered her promise from before-- And leaping up and down, clapping, she gave a hearty roar!! "Yes! Yes! I just knew I was chosen to trace our roots And the "find" of this bible has me kicking up my boots! Thank you Santa and Thank you God! Thank you Grandma! And... Thank you to all of my big extended family, present and distant past, who all trust me to unravel their lives, secrets, and to tell their stories at last. Merry Christmas--- and may you have a "visitation" in your Christmas dreams! Written by Judy Florian (LOL) ------------------------------ To contact the PAWASHIN list administrator, send an email to PAWASHIN-admin@rootsweb.com. To post a message to the PAWASHIN mailing list, send an email to PAWASHIN@rootsweb.com. __________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to PAWASHIN-request@rootsweb.com with the word "unsubscribe" without the quotes in the subject and the body of the email with no additional text. End of PAWASHIN Digest, Vol 2, Issue 354 **************************************** --------------------------------- Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage.