Marian Greelee's grandparents

Part of this story was included in Marian's life story, but I wanted to put this in in her words.  There are always clues to be found when reviewing old writings. 

I can remember my grandfather telling me of his ancestors coming from Scotland. His grandfather, one Alexander McIntyre, had been a carpet manufacturer in Edinburgh, Scotland. Three children had been born to him by his first wife. One daughter whose name I do not know and two sons, one named Alexander after his father. The mother of these three children died and the father remarried so the three children left Scotland and sailed for America. The girl died coming over on the boat.


In Prince Edwards Isle, Alberta, Canada, Alexander married one Mary Jane Morden. To this union were born several children: Alexander, William, "Becky", Jim, Samuel, and Agnes.

from Charlotte:  Prince Edwards Isle is not in Alberta, Canada - so when looking for these people we need to find out if it happened in Prince Edwards Isle or in Alberta.

I remember my grandfather, William McIntyre, tell of the days in Canada when he was a small boy. How the father made them get up in the cold of winter and run around the house every morning barefoot in the snow. This must have been looked upon as a toughener for the cold Canadian winters. He often told of his father's beautiful logging horses. And also of the huge bears he used to see there.

When about sixteen years old, his family moved to South Carolina, this was just after the Civil War was over and he told of seeing many of the graves of the boys in the forest near his home and how the blood still showed in the floors of the school houses where they had nursed the wounded boys.

William became a schoolteacher there. When he was about nineteen, his father and the boys were hauling logs in South Dakota, when a heavy logging chain broke and the logs killed his father.

William became a freighter across the Dakotas and the Indian country and told many interesting experiences that he had while thus engaged. About the only one I remember now was the one where they accidentally came into an Indian camp at the time of a big wedding. The Indians asked them to stay for the feast, and as they did not dare make them angry with them, they agreed. The Indians had cooked several dogs and when it came time to eat they brought some of the dog soup to my grandfather and his companion. They had to be very careful not to anger the Indians, but had no intention to eat the dog soup. They watched carefully until no one was looking and then dumped theirs out. Another time, he told of the Indians trying to catch them, and they hid until night and then his companion, who could throw his voice, made the Indians think they were going one way when they were actually going another and thus they got away. I am sorry I cannot remember any more of these stories.

My grandfather, as I remember him, was short and of a heavy stature. He had always worn a large mustache, even as a young man.

He married my grandmother, Mary Whipple, and to this union five children were born. Mary died when my mother was six years old, and the other children very small. Their names were Nellie, Ida, Georgia, Agnes, and Joe. My grandfather died in 1937 or 1938. He was buried at Caldwell, Idaho.

His mother had lived until she was 91 years old. She also is buried in Caldwell, Idaho. I can remember of seeing her once or twice when I was about eight years old. She also was a large person. She was a strict Quaker, and I remember she said it was ungodly to wear silk stockings. She died about 1922 or 23.

My mother's name was Georgia Sarah McIntyre. She married my father, Walter Allen Greenlee Hixson in 1908 in Laramie, Wyoming. they had two children, my sister Evelyn, and myself.

I want to mention here about the Hixson being on my name and that of my father.

His mother and father, George W. Greenlee, separated and divorced when my father was three years old. His mother remarried a man by the name of Hixson. So my father's real name is Greenlee, not Hixson, although this was the name he went by as he never knew that it was not his real name for many years. He accidentally ran into a family in about 1925 that knew his relatives in Montana and through these people he found out where his real father was, and went back in 1926 in Independence, Missouri and visited his father. He was with him about two weeks and then came home. We wrote to his father until he died in the spring of 1932. He is buried at Independence, Missouri.

My father was a tall, rather angular sort of person, with black hair and steely, blue-grey eyes. He was very kind-hearted to all and had many friends. He never had great materially - seemed he was rather unlucky in many of his ventures, but he farmed the last years of his life. He was a very honest and hardworking man. He joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1938 after thoroughly examining it for himself and because he knew it was the right church and what he had been looking for all his life. He was an Elder. He died in Ontario, Oregon, 29 December 1940.

My one greatest testimony of the gospel was through my father. He lay desperately ill in 1935, and the doctor said that he was too ill to move to the hospital and not much chance for him to live. An Elder of the Church came to the house selling life insurance, and he asked about my father. I told him he was very seriously ill, and he went and held my father's hand and stayed and had dinner with us and prayed for my father. From the hour the Elder prayed, my father began to gain strength and the doctor was amazed to see him so much improved when he came again. I know now that Brother Tolman was sent to us at that time to help us and he was the means of myself and my family joining the Church. I know that my father was spared because he had work to do and he needed to join the Church.

My mother remarried about a year and a half after my father died. She married Ephraim Bendixen. She still makes her home at Vale, Oregon.

written by Marion Charlotte Greenlee Walker
6 February 1946
from Charlotte:  in 1946, Marian was still spelling her name with an O instead of an A... At some point after this time, she changed it to Marian and she is always quick to point out that it is spelled with an A - not an O, although legally, I think it probably is still spelled Marion.

Alberta "Birdie" Winona Randolph Parker

Hey, look at me, I finally made it to the ripe old age of 85.
I may not be in such good shape but at least I am alive.
There were times when I wondered about making it, if I really would;
Also times I wondered if I really wanted to, even if I could.

Yes, long years ago there were many times when I had my doubts
When time went much slower and I wondered what life was all about.
There are so many memories as I look back across the years,
Memories filled with laugher, memories filled with tears.

I had three older brothers so very special to me,
Earl was the oldest, then Victor; Percy was the youngest of the three.
I see three brothers all different as I walk down memory lane a lot.
Each one had their place in life and each one filled that special spot.

Our parents decided to move to Texas and we traveled there by train,
Where Dad set up a threshing crew and Mom cooked for them in sun and rain.
Mother's father had already died and Grandma was all alone,
So she asked to keep Percy as she couldn't stand having everyone gone.

In 1907 while in El Campo, a younger brother Raymond joined our family.
I was no longer the baby, that I could plainly see.
Later we traveled by covered wagon to San Angelo, a very small town,
And in 1909 a darling little sister Velma arrived with curls of brown.

Dad had a job and we found friends, so we lived there for quite awhile.
Then Dad heard about Washington's homestead land: all you did was file.
So with our covered wagon and trusty team, we were on the road once more.
Those were really happy days until the cold winds blew and rain began to pour.

The storms grew worse with freezing wind. How could we go on ?
When we hit Amarillo Dad decided he had enough so he sold his team and wagon.
With sad good-byes to loved horses and our dog, we then took the train.
We arrived in Colfax where Dad had a friend, and at once Dad got a job again.

Eventually we arrived in Colville where homestead land was to be had;
Filing on 160 acres on Old Dominion Mountain made a very happy Mom and Dad.
In 1912 another little sister Lois joined our happy group; everything was right.
But I remember times of pain and sorrow like storms in the night.

On such a dark and stormy night after being sick about a day,
Death suddenly took little six-year-old Velma away.
The folks never returned to the Mountain home again.
And during the war they headed to Seattle by train.

I remember how in 1918 on a cold November morn,
How I jumped from an upstairs window because our house was burning down.
From that terrible event all our family suffered pain.
At the hospital I was told I would never walk again.

But Mom's eyes got well and Dad was finally able to talk,
And I remember the joy when I once more was able to walk.
I had learned many things as I traveled along life's highway.
Like growing up meant more responsibilities, more work and much less play.

Then came the time when I got my first job as a telephone "Hello Girl."
From that beginning I gave many other jobs a whirl.
I worked at a hardware store for quite a few years;
From there I went on to work for many years at Sears.

During those very busy years I met a very special man.
Life seems to have a way of taking part in all our dreams and plans.
And as always the years hurried by much too fast, it seemed.
The thought of marriage was an event of which we only dreamed.

We finally decided to set the marriage date for the year 1928,
But Mother suddenly passed away, so for her it was too late.
Since that time there have been many happy births, many a sad good-bye,
But it helps to have a loving partner when sad events make you cry.

It also helps to have a loving partner when you walk down memory lane,
Someone to talk to about those days gone by and help bring them back again,
Remembering when our son Ed arrived and all about his growing up,
Then our darling little daughter Joan arrived and put more happiness in our cup.

It seems building precious memories never really ends,
As we remember all our dear relatives, grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
And all our wonderful and cherished friends.

By Birdie Parker
June 8 1986

Alberta "Birdie" Winona Randolph
born:  8 June 1901 in Clearfield, Taylor county, Iowa
died:   9 January 1989 in Puyallup, Pierce county, Washington
 
wife of Lyle Otis Parker
daughter of Nelson Randolph and Josephine Bennett

Do you recognize these people ??

Alicia Carper

Alicia Carper, age 1, Joseph, Oregon

Alicia Carper, age 3, Joseph Oregon

Alicia Carper with her Great Grandmother, Marian Greenlee Walker Lusk

on Marian's 90th birthday, February 24, 2003

photo taken outside Portland Oregon temple

Alicia graduation photo, BYU Hawaii

June 2003

photo taken at Waikiki Beach, Honolulu, Hawaii

Marilyn Walker

Marilyn Walker,  around 1949, Ashland, Oregon

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Ted Whisler's parents

Doris Edna Hedgepeth Whisler
Born:  7 November 1895 in Marysville, Yuba county, California
Died:  6 May 1978 in Gladstone, Clackamas county, Oregon

Earl Leroy Whisler

Born:  20 December 1891 in Clearfield, Taylor county, Iowa

Died:  2 August 1959 in Grantspass, Josephine county, Oregon