Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wanda Aday Smith

Wanda Aday Smith(1943 - 2017)

In memory of a faithful daughter, mother, sister, wife.

Wanda Aday Smith passed away Friday, May 13, 2017. Wanda was born to parents George and Pearl Aday in Dixon, California on December 5th 1943.

She was raised in central California primarily in the town of Maricopa, California where she graduated from Maricopa High School then later attended Taft Community College in Taft, California.

In the mid 1960s Wanda and her sister Conda moved to Santa Barbara where they both worked in retail. In 1964 following the death of their mother the sisters took custody of their four year old brother Leroy Aday and raised him into his early adult years.

In June 1968 Wanda married Richard T. (Dick) Smith in Santa Barbara. Wanda worked at Lerner Shops clothing store where she started as a window dresser and was promoted through the ranks to the manager position, becoming the youngest Lerner manager in the state of California. Dick was a Deputy Sheriff with the Santa Barbara County Sheriff's department where he worked until retiring in 1991 at the rank of Sergeant. Wanda later went to work at Hallmark shops in Santa Barbara and Goleta, California where again she was store manager until her retirement in 1992.

On June 6, 1973 their daughter Julie was born in Goleta, California where she attended schools in the Santa Barbara Public School System, graduating from San Marcos High School. She continued her education in the field of nursing and has been a nurse for the past 20 plus years.

Dick and Wanda retired in 1991 and moved to Durango in 1992 where Wanda worked as co-manager of the London Fog store and later worked at The Galloping Goose gift shop. Dick worked at the La Plata County Sheriff's Office as a Civilian Civil Process Server from 1994 to 2006.

The Smiths enjoyed travel and visited several states including Alaska and Hawaii and several countries including Canada, Mexico, England, Scotland, Panama, Costa Rica, and several Caribbean islands.

Wanda had many interests beginning with God and family and including cooking, gardening and reading as well as the fun filled monthly get together with the ladies in her Bunco group.

Wanda is survived by her husband of 49 years Dick Smith of Durango, their daughter Julie, sister Conda, brothers George and Leroy Aday, three grandsons and numerous nieces and nephews.

She was predeceased by her parents George and Pearl Aday, infant sister Regina and brother Robert Aday who was killed in combat in 1969 while serving in Vietnam with the Army's 25th Infantry Division. He died trying to save a wounded soldier and was posthumously awarded the Silver Star and his fourth Purple Heart.

A memorial service will be held on Tuesday, May 23, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. at Florida Mesa Presbyterian Church, 1024 County Road 230, Durango CO, with Pastor Dan Straw officiating.

In Lieu of flowers friends may want to remember Hospice of Mercy.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Thomas Benton Casey

 I found these on Ancestry and am saving them here.  Above is Thomas Benton Casey and his father, Christopher C. Casey.  Below is Clarissa Garrison Casey, Alex Casey (Tom's brother),  next says George Panter, then Nellie Casey Panter, then Kizzie Casey Hyett/Hiett, and Tom Casey.  Clarissa and Lucretia Garrison were sister of Larry's grandfather, Jonathan Lewis.  They married brothers Alex or Alec and Tom Casey.  Tom and Alex were born in Taney County, MO.
 I think this is Louise Casey (Tom and Cretie's daughter), then Grandma Bess Standridge Garrison, then maybe one of Tom Casey's sisters?, then Cretie, her daughers, Janice and Imogene, Tom Casey, James Cleve Casey,  I sure about the boy with a hat.
 This is Chris Casey's family.  His wife, Mary Ufins Kissee, died before he moved to Newton/Searcy Co. AR.  He did not remarry.
 Thomas Benton Casey, below.
 Alex and Tom Casey.  Alex died when he was in his early 60's.  Tom lived to be very old.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

The Fifth Sister, Our Greatest Blessing

She came into this world May 2, 1956--not kicking and screaming like most,but quiet and still. The doctor didn't tell Daddy and Mama anything was wrong. They took her home not knowing. She couldn't nurse right. They changed to bottle feeding. Still she lay limp in her mother's arms. After a while they could see she wasn't thriving. She couldn't hold up her head; couldn't situp. They didn't have much money, with six other children to care for, but they took her to another doctor in another state. They needed to know what to do. The doctor recognized the signs right away. Now they say "Downs Syndrome." Then it was Mongoloid. The Doctor said, "Mr. Powell, all you can do is take the baby home and love her." Daddy cried, cursed, and cried. Then he made his peace with God. "Just let her live and I will care for her all my life. I will care for her all my life."

He said, "She is my Greatest Blessing, She's my Brightest Morning Star." He took her home, he cared for her, and, oh how he loved her. She progressed slowly. She learned to sit up; about the age others learned to walk, but still she sat up on her own. Next she learned to crawl. Finally, when she was about five, she learned to walk. She was slow learning everything; except one thing--learning to love--unconditional, accepting love. And we all loved her back, but Daddy loved her best of all. She was our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star. When he first said it, maybe it was just wishful thinking, but through time it was undeniably true. She was his Greatest Blessing, his Brightest Morning Star. She brought sunshine and happiness to us all. One thing was always certain, Debbie was love. She never learned to do a lot of the things others children do. She never attended school. She never learned many of the things other people learn--to lie or be spiteful and curel. But she learned loyalty and trust, and she loved us all. But she loved Daddy best. She live just 27 years; never learned to read; never held a job; never did so many things others do, but still: She was our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star.

She was sick a lot. When she had to go to the hospital one of us had to stay with her all the time. Dr. Wallace was "her doctor." She wouldn't let any other doctor treat her, just "her doctor." Memorial Day week-end 1983 she got really sick. Dr. Wallace prescribed antibotics. She seemed to improve, but the evening of June 30 Mama found her lying by her bed, still and lifeless. She was our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star, but now she was gone. We called and they sent someone for her. We watched as they put her on a stretcher and into the van. As they drove off down the road from home I thought, "This is the very first time she has ever left this place without one of her family with her."

 She was our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star. We gathered at her grave to say good-bye. Her baby brother was late. We told the preacher to start anyway. He said maybe her brother isn't coming. We all said, "Oh yes, he'll be here, we'll all be here." She was our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star. Her brother came. We were all there to say good-bye. When we got home that day I heard Daddy say, "Mama, our job is done." He promised to care for her all his days, but he was ill and thought he might die before her. Now his job was done.

We got a marker for her grave; a pretty, little white marble heart with her name and the dates. We needed something to put on the back of the stone. What would we say? She filled our hearts with love and now she was gone. What could we say? Her oldest and wisest sister said just write, "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God." We look at the stone and cry, but we know the angels are singing, "She is our Greatest Blessing, our Brightest Morning Star."

Monday, May 1, 2017

Little Man To The Rescue

I remember Dad talking about Grandpa Powell taking stuff to Green Forest to sell in 1929-30 and bringing it all back home in the wagon.  They sold eggs, cream, and such things to grocers in Green Forest.  With the stock market crash came confusion and fright.  No one would buy what Grandpa had to sell.  He brought it all back home.

Aunt Fleta graduated from School of the Ozarks in 1935.  I don't believe Daddy had gone to the school in 1929.  I believe he still lived at home.  I doubt Grandpa had money in either of the banks in Green Forest, but I am sure if he did he would have wanted to get his cash in hand.  There was no FDIC then.  No insurance on the money in the banks.  Folks that did have money in banks after the 1929 stock market crash hurried to the bank to get what little they had or what "a lot" they had.  No bank had enough money to cover all it's deposits.  They had cash to give out to those who came needing it in a timely manner, but not every person who had an account.  Banks failed all over the country and the people who had money there lost out.

Richard told me the story of what happened in Green Forest in late 1930.  Ray Anderson and his father saw the "hand writing on the wall".  They knew there would be a run on their bank.   So to stave off the run they locked the doors giving them a little time to decide what to do.

On December 18, 1930, Ray Anderson stood in the back of a wagon as a spokesman for the Farmers and Merchants Bank and the First National Bank and told a large gathering of citizens of Green Forest that they could not draw any of their money out of either bank. He gave them his personal assurance that they would not loose any money and by cooperating, would help get the banks open sooner. The banks both closed as a choice of the directors to prevent the possibility of a run on the banks due to the closing of 12 nearby banks. 

Cash was understandably hard to come but Lum Anderson and his sons, Ray and Tom, knew an older man who did not believe in banks. This man and his wife lived out on Cisco road.   Lum Anderson grew up near Cisco, AR and he knew this man who did not trust ANY bank, Albert D. Buell.  Albert ran the post office and a county story.  He did not deposit any money in any bank.  He had no love for banks.   He was just what we call a "little man".  

The Andersons went to see Albert D. Buell and explained what they needed. He and his wife rolled back the rug to show rows and rows of money. He told Lum, “There it is, just take whatever you need.” They also went to the pantry and took rolls of money out of jars of dried beans and corn. The Andersons borrowed $5,000.00 and all three of them signed the note.

You see, Albert did not LOVE the bank, but he did not want all his neighbors to lose their money.  Richard said Lum stacked the money up behind the teller bars--locked--so the people could see their money was there.  He posted a guard holding a shot gun by the stacked cash.  The confidence of the people grew.  The Banks were saved.  The two banks were soon consolidated into one.
Ruth and Albert D. Buell
Green Forest was one of a very few places where the banks did not fail.  They stayed open and strong not because of help from the U S Government or any banking industry.   They held strong because of the "little man" from Cisco, AR who cared about his neighbors.

Birth: Jun. 22, 1884
Carroll County
Arkansas, USA
Death: Sep. 11, 1966
Carroll County
Arkansas, USA

Albert Dunlevy Buell was the son of Thomas Marion Buell and Mary Marie (Watt) Buell. Albert was born in Green Forest, Carroll Co., AR, but lived most of his life in the community of Cisco, in Carroll Co., AR. He became the manager of a general store purchased by his father in that community in 1907. He operated the store for 40 years. He also operated a Grist Mill there and was the Postmaster of the Cisco Post Office from 1914 until 1949.

Albert was married to Ruthie Shipman June 21, 1908 by Rev. Standley and they became the parents of five children:

Jasper Bledsoe "Jap" Buell
Alberta Jack (Buell) Cloyes
Troy Benjamin Buell
Arch Carroll Buell 

Josephine (Buell) Marrs

There is a little story about this event at ARStaff Bank, formerly First National Bank of Green Forest.  Their story is not nearly as good as the one Richard to me about what happened.  Richard said a lot of the old houses had a cellar that one could enter from the house and this is where Albert had his "cold" cash.  I think AnStaff should have let Brother tell their story and it would have been more entertaining and colorful.