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Note N4963 Index

Walter was a farm laborer. In the 1900 Census, he lists his occupation as "hat maker." They were living at 23 Webster Street in Lynn, Massachusetts.

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Note N4964 Index

Nettie's death was caused by a cerebral hemorrhage.

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Note N4965 Index

Jason was a farm laborer, and a meatcutter in a butcher shop.
The story is recorded about the day Jason borrowed a friend's double-barreled shotgun and a dog to go fox-hunting. He came upon a fox but was at too close range to shoot, so he clubbed the fox dead with the gun, breaking the gun to fragments. He figured that the fun was worth $5, and he received $1 for the fox skin, but he had to pay $40 for the gun he destroyed. That "leaves a balance of $34.00 out" (Oxford news, "Oxford County Advertiser," Norway and South Paris, Maine, 13 February 1885, Page 2, Column 5).

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Note N4967 Index

Joseph was a farmer.

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Note N4969 Index

Edward was in the boat-building business in Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington.

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Note N4971 Index

Alvin was a shoemaker, working in shoe factories in Norway and Portland. He died from a cerebral hemmorhage.

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Note N4972 Index

Orrin was a millwright. In 1900, they were living in Duluth, Minnesota.
Orrin and Mary separated for a short time after 1900, but remarried about 1905, and then they moved to Bellingham, Whatcom County, Washington. That marriage didn't last long, either.
In 1920, Orrin, his second wife, Jessie, and Orrin, Jr. were living in Columbia Couynty, Oregon. Mary was in Oakland, California.
Orrin and his third wife, Donna, are buried in Blaine Cemetery, Blaine, Washington (in the northwestern-most corner of the contiguous "lower 48" states).

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Note N4973 Index

Herbert was a meatcutter in a butcher shop, and a cattle dealer. He and his first wife, Euphemia (whose nickname was "Phemey"), had no children.
His second wife, Mary, was a schoolteacher "well known in the community." She taught in the schools of North Vassalboro and South Paris.

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Note N4975 Index

For a few years, Clarence worked for the Cumberland County Power and Light Company as a repairman. In 1920, both he and Bertha were working at one of the lumber companies in Portland. He was a primer of plywood, and she was a taper of plywood.
Clarence, Bertha and Helen are buried in the Pine Grove Cemetery (inside Evergreen Cemetery) in Portland, alongside his parents.

A granddaughter, Barbara (Scribner) Libby, wrote about some of her personal recollections of her grandparents, parents and other family members. These recollections are contained in an unpublished and undated memoir titled, appropriately, "MEMORIES." Here are some of her memories of Clarence and Bertha:

Growing up I remember grampa as being a tall man. He was a very quiet reserved man. He had a mustache, big brown eyes and long ears. I always thought that my brother Clayton looked like grampa. Grampa's children called him Papa or Pa.
I remember grammy as being tall also, and very straight. She liked to be on the go. Grammy liked church meetings. She and Mrs. Pettengill (Rev.) would go to meetings in Kennebunk, Sanford, etc. . . .
When we lived on Peaks Island grampa spent a whole summer with us. He helped my father lay pipe sp we could have a pump in the kitchen sink. . . . He and my father made elderberry wine. They made homebrew that summer too. We had a wonderful time with grampa, we didn't want him to go home.
Grammy came down and stayed with us too. One day she was taking care of us while my mother was uptown. Richard and Irene were visiting too. My brothers Philip and Donald and Richard were playing in the woods. I found them smoking roled up dried leaves. I ran home and told grammy. Boy did they get it.
When we were little we would visit grammy she would give a slice of bread and butter sprinkled with sugar. Sometimes she would give us a cup of weak tea. We thought this was as good as cake or cookies.
Grammy would take our hands in hers and she would say, "See those blue veins, that means you have royal blood." She told us there was a Lady Caroline in our family.
When she lived with Aunt Lois on Charles Street across from the miane Medical Center, I would pick her up and take her to Preble Chapel. When I took her home, she would always look up to the top floor of the hospital where the delivery room was. If the lights were on, she would always say, "Someone is in the agony room." . . .
They were wonderful people. They worked very hard and had very little. They raised a wonderful family, our mothers and fathers.