Let op: Leeftijd bij trouwen (8 mei 1894) lag beneden de 16 jaar (15).
(Gordon Gulch)
The Spokesman-Review - August 30, 1960
Effie Sowers
Mrs Effie Sowers, whose parents, traveled from Colorado to Wilbur, Wash. in a covered wagon, died Sunday in a Spokane hospital at the age of 81.
Mrs. Sowers lived at E1908 Pacific. She was a member of Barbara Fritchie tent of Daughters of Union Veterans.
Survivors include two daughters, Mrs. C. A. Ring, Wilbur, and Mrs. Eunice Worrell at the home; two sones, Wallace Sowers, Spokane, and Eugene Sowers, Valley, Wash.; two sisters, including Mrs. Bessie Whipple, Opportunity; a brother, Carl Williams, Chewelah, Wash.; 11 grandchildren, and two great-great-grandchildren.
Effie Mae Williams Sowers
Birth 16 Nov 1878
Boulder County, Colorado, USA
Death 28 Aug 1960 (aged 81)
Spokane, Spokane County, Washington, USA
Burial
Riverside Memorial Park
Spokane, Spokane County, Washington, USA
Plot Garden of Poppy, Lot 18N-28E, Space #10
Memorial ID 61372153
(Riverside Memorial Park)
Zij is getrouwd met Clarence William Sowers.
Zij zijn getrouwd op 8 mei 1894 te Gilpin, Colorado, Verenigde Staten , zij was toen 15 jaar oud.Bronnen 2, 3
Kind(eren):
[Harrison F. Orvis.FTW] 1878 by E. W. S.
"I grew up with parents, sisters and brothers in Gordon Gulch, Boulder Co., Colorado, when a child I especially enjoyed the comradeship of my father, as my mother, as all good mothers are, busy with the duties of a home and the rearing of her family. I can remember when my father purchased the "Wheeler and Wilson" sewing machine, (not many of our neighbors having one). She made all the clothing for the family, even shirts for the boys, which in later years were factory made. She knit sox, stockings, mittens, gloves and "petticoats." Oh, her busy days! But never too busy to go to an ill or injured neighbor. My sisters and I would set great store on the summertime frocks she fashioned. The 4th of July, special sheer dress with laces and ribbons, were the joy of our days.
The ironing was done by old fashioned "flat irons" made of iron, no electric irons or Sadd sewing machines, washing machines or frigid Air cabinets those days. Our food was kept sweet in a cellar. We children churned the butter in the "dasher" churn and lovely golden butter. We would carry a pitcher of the cooled butter milk to our father and brothers working in the fields which they enjoyed in the shade of the cottonwood or Aspen trees. Or take them cool water from the spring near by, and perhaps stop to play with the frogs that hopped out in the grass as we approached. The birds nests in the meadow trees and the stumps were so familiar to our haunts. The Tiger Lillie that grew wild and the many many beautiful flowers of Colorado, especially the Columbine, Colorado state flower, hold a sweet memory all down through the years. The gorgeous autumn colors, the holidays which followed with the snow, long icicles hanging from every eave, the sleigh rides, the skating , the cold frost nipping mornings, the "butchering" times, the Christmas trees, the Christmas trees! When a common fir tree wouldn't suffice, it had to be a beautiful Colorado Blue Spruce. Our "extravagance" can't be measured by the present day children. Oh! for a snap shot of the bringing in of those beauties and the joy untold of the Saviors birth anniversary. The gifts were not from the shops, but made with the living thoughts for each one. Our father would provide the "stick peppermint candies, which have a lingering sweetness to this day. Mothers popcorn balls, Christmas cakes and pies, our Cousins sharing with us the festivities, joy oh joy, of the simple things that make life long memories.
We in our household celebrated the New Year with little less gladness and the birthday cakes our mother never forgot when each birthday rolled around. The honey and butter spreads with our hot biscuits, there were no scrimping. And also do I remember the harvest time when the potatoes and vegetables were gathered in. How we youngsters longed for the time of 11 A.M. and the quiet time of sundown which would be turned from the unpleasant work day to the relaxing of the cool twilight and freedom of the evening, and how we enjoyed the fragrance of the meals as we scampered to the table. Sounds of murmuring streams, the cow bells, the crickets chirps, the birds early songs at daybreak, the whispering wind in the trees, the humming of the bees, the first pussy willows of spring, the stars of Bethlehem on the hillside, all bring back dear memories to me. The fried- in- butter mushrooms, yum, yum, the deep snow drifts, the thunder and lightening are with me still but time marches on to school days left behind. A wedding day, a love so deep, days of preparation in sewing and planning my wedding, clothes were made by my mother with my own love pats and gathering here and turning there of the ribbons and laces, hand embroidered undergarments, we fashioned. No ecstasy of any prospective bride could be more thrilling as the folds of muslin and linens turned into "tidies" bed and table accessories.
Oh yes, and I had a saddle horse which was used by none of the others in the family. His care, winter and summer was solely mine. I liked my boy "Diamond" and many were the happy times I spent on his back. Not until a couple years after I was married did I consent to sell him.
I follow my mothers routine in caring for my little family as they arrived, which was indeed a labour of love each day. Except that I could never be the wonderful neighbor to all the country side as my never complaining mother was. First I had a son, a dear blessed baby, next a curly haired daughter, sweet as a sunbeam in winter. Eight years later another blue eyed darling, then five years later a boy, a little song bird until he outgrew his boyhood days. His singing rings down from the mountain to this day as he drove home the cows. My baby girl arrived on a bright June day, may God bless her always, truly a sensible girl. Each one is so dear to my heart but the sad days came to us as it does to each and all. The pal of my youth and the father of my children passed on. Left this place of toil and illness. Less than half a year under 40 years of sharing the love and care of our precious brood.
Grandchildren came and two went to be with the angels. Great grand children came to bless me, alone, as I was left alone. But these memories worth so much to me, both glad and sad, my life has been good to me and I give thanks for so many of Gods blessings. I could ask nothing better for each one, than that their lives be not less happier than mine."
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Clarence William Sowers |
Grandmother of Eugenia/ Eugenia Sue (Sowers) Rasmussen
Record for Wallace Stanley Sowers/ Ancestry.com