Thank you to Matthew Harmon for creating my grandmother Emily's memorial as well as all his many others
Emily was born on a Monday during the Centennial year of our nation. Her parents lived at 504 West Goodale St in Columbus, Ohio at that time.
Emily was a beautiful lady. She had blue eyes, chestnut hair and was 5 feet two and 1/2 inches tall. She always insisted that that half inch be added to the record.
Emily met Walter Sapp when her two sisters convinced him at the well in Camp Sychar in Mount Vernon, Ohio to come up to their tent to meet their sister …and the rest was history. Their descendants make "pilgrimages" to see the spot where their lives were first sparked.
They were married July 19, 1921 in Mount Vernon, Ohio.
There are so many excellent adjectives to describe Emily's goodness but suffice it to say she was intelligent, confident, stoic but emotive, loyal, kind, but most importantly—loving.
Emily and Walter had six children.
Emily was an excellent correspondent and fine writer.
The following poem she dashed off was a comical but nostalgic one.
THE MIDDLE YEARS. MOTHERS DAY LAMENT
Walter, Arthur, David, James,
These are the beloved names
Of our four sons, those rowdy boys
Drove us frantic with their noise.
There was Connie, too, so fair of face,
And lovely, darling little Grace,
But not the type for frills and curls,
No angels, these—our baby girls!
All sturdy six were little scamps,
Upsetting chairs and breaking lamps.
Six shouting imps who rushed pell-mell
Pushing into the breakfast ell.
"Oatmeal, and sugar—Here's more milk—
Connie your hair is as smooth as silk—
Arthur watch out! don't spill your egg—
Stop kicking David's injured leg!"
Years have passed and times gone by
And I sit down to drink my diet…
When my home is now so restful,
Why does my heart feel so distressful?
What is this cruel quirk of fate?
Now when it is much too late
Why do I miss the raucous din
That used to usher breakfast in?
This is written on a piece of her stationery with the heading
Mrs. Walter Parsons Sapp
295 East College Avenue
Westerville, Ohio.
The poem is old and yellowed now that I am typing it but I have treasured it as did my mother Connie. The women of the family were such voluminous correspondents that Emily, Emily's sister, Bertha, Connie, Connie's daughter, and Grace left many, many boxes of their "literature" as they kept all the letters they wrote to each other nearly every day which I "inherited."
She belonged to the Literary Society and was always researching and writing papers which her granddaughter sometimes would review because she asked her to but they never much editing. She was a very bright lady.
They lived at 204 Martinsburg Road in a home designed by Emily. One which the children loved. A few doors down was living Cecil Oyster 81216427 and his wife.
Noted for her flower covered dresses and her elegant hats. She loved her children and grand children and great grandchildren. You were always welcome in her house. Her sister, Bertha died early in life and she would let her children (Emily's nieces) live with her for extended periods of time.
Bertha was also literary minded especially writing a great deal of poetry.
Another sister died young, Mildred, at age 17 in an automobile accident.
In the summer Camp Sychar in Mt Vernon was a favorite destination as well as Wilson's Camps in Ontario where the family would go with her parents -Arthur and Anna—to fish and rough it. However, it seems difficult to think of a log cabin with six children bouncing around.
Later in life they lived in Westerville, Ohio while their children attended Otterbein College.
At that time Westerville was a tee-totaling town.
She herself had attended Denison College where she was the only woman on the debate team.
Emily and Walter saw four of their sons volunteer to go to war as did their father and 2 uncles in World War I, World War II, and the Korean War.
Emily's maternal grandfather James Rodney Harris served in the Civil War as a Union soldier throughout the entire War. His descendants, including myself, are lucky to be alive. He fought in many of the fierce battles of the war. In fact, we visited Lookout Mountain and the Chattanooga battle field where his unit climbed steep Cliff …although I didn't …but I did peer over the precipice after the car did the hard ascent. I had studied materials I had received from Matt Harmon (thanks again, Matt) and gathered much online
but I must say that until I was actually there looking down on the River below and thinking about what those soldiers endured scrabbling up and down the mountain bullets from all sides and then trying to picture what lay ahead through the 9,000 miles they would travel ( mostly on foot) throughout the war, I never felt such overwhelming emotion about the impact it had on the lives of those boys and their families.
The Civil War killed Emily's paternal great grandfather, Henry Christian Hampshire at Shiloh where he was poisoned by a Confederate well that was laced by the Southern farmers fleeing their homes. His wife Lucinda Butler Hampshire
Needless to say, they were very patriotic.
She taught bridge to a large group and wrote a book on the rules and manuvers of the game. Emily tried to teach her granddaughter but she was better at Gin Rummy. Lol
Her final days were spent living in Georgia with her youngest son James Sapp and his large family who cared for her in so many ways along with his wife Shirley Patton Sapp . Jim and Shirley's children were always a great help and their children as well.
To one granddaughter, at least, she was like a second mother and she could not have asked for two better better women to emulate. She raised her daughters well, along with her sons. She steadfastly loved her husband Walter leaving poetry and letters behind showing her devotion. . During the years after he had his strokes she cared for him with warmth and compassion with his hospital bed in their living room. Of course, her son and family were always around when help was needed.
Emily passed on to the Lord at 2:00 PM. We all miss her tremendously! Her loss has left a hole in her eldest granddaughter's heart.
Emily was born on a Monday during the Centennial year of our nation. Her parents lived at 504 West Goodale St in Columbus, Ohio at that time.
Emily was a beautiful lady. She had blue eyes, chestnut hair and was 5 feet two and 1/2 inches tall. She always insisted that that half inch be added to the record.
Emily met Walter Sapp when her two sisters convinced him at the well in Camp Sychar in Mount Vernon, Ohio to come up to their tent to meet their sister …and the rest was history. Their descendants make "pilgrimages" to see the spot where their lives were first sparked.
They were married July 19, 1921 in Mount Vernon, Ohio.
There are so many excellent adjectives to describe Emily's goodness but suffice it to say she was intelligent, confident, stoic but emotive, loyal, kind, but most importantly—loving.
Emily and Walter had six children.
Emily was an excellent correspondent and fine writer.
The following poem she dashed off was a comical but nostalgic one.
THE MIDDLE YEARS. MOTHERS DAY LAMENT
Walter, Arthur, David, James,
These are the beloved names
Of our four sons, those rowdy boys
Drove us frantic with their noise.
There was Connie, too, so fair of face,
And lovely, darling little Grace,
But not the type for frills and curls,
No angels, these—our baby girls!
All sturdy six were little scamps,
Upsetting chairs and breaking lamps.
Six shouting imps who rushed pell-mell
Pushing into the breakfast ell.
"Oatmeal, and sugar—Here's more milk—
Connie your hair is as smooth as silk—
Arthur watch out! don't spill your egg—
Stop kicking David's injured leg!"
Years have passed and times gone by
And I sit down to drink my diet…
When my home is now so restful,
Why does my heart feel so distressful?
What is this cruel quirk of fate?
Now when it is much too late
Why do I miss the raucous din
That used to usher breakfast in?
This is written on a piece of her stationery with the heading
Mrs. Walter Parsons Sapp
295 East College Avenue
Westerville, Ohio.
The poem is old and yellowed now that I am typing it but I have treasured it as did my mother Connie. The women of the family were such voluminous correspondents that Emily, Emily's sister, Bertha, Connie, Connie's daughter, and Grace left many, many boxes of their "literature" as they kept all the letters they wrote to each other nearly every day which I "inherited."
She belonged to the Literary Society and was always researching and writing papers which her granddaughter sometimes would review because she asked her to but they never much editing. She was a very bright lady.
They lived at 204 Martinsburg Road in a home designed by Emily. One which the children loved. A few doors down was living Cecil Oyster 81216427 and his wife.
Noted for her flower covered dresses and her elegant hats. She loved her children and grand children and great grandchildren. You were always welcome in her house. Her sister, Bertha died early in life and she would let her children (Emily's nieces) live with her for extended periods of time.
Bertha was also literary minded especially writing a great deal of poetry.
Another sister died young, Mildred, at age 17 in an automobile accident.
In the summer Camp Sychar in Mt Vernon was a favorite destination as well as Wilson's Camps in Ontario where the family would go with her parents -Arthur and Anna—to fish and rough it. However, it seems difficult to think of a log cabin with six children bouncing around.
Later in life they lived in Westerville, Ohio while their children attended Otterbein College.
At that time Westerville was a tee-totaling town.
She herself had attended Denison College where she was the only woman on the debate team.
Emily and Walter saw four of their sons volunteer to go to war as did their father and 2 uncles in World War I, World War II, and the Korean War.
Emily's maternal grandfather James Rodney Harris served in the Civil War as a Union soldier throughout the entire War. His descendants, including myself, are lucky to be alive. He fought in many of the fierce battles of the war. In fact, we visited Lookout Mountain and the Chattanooga battle field where his unit climbed steep Cliff …although I didn't …but I did peer over the precipice after the car did the hard ascent. I had studied materials I had received from Matt Harmon (thanks again, Matt) and gathered much online
but I must say that until I was actually there looking down on the River below and thinking about what those soldiers endured scrabbling up and down the mountain bullets from all sides and then trying to picture what lay ahead through the 9,000 miles they would travel ( mostly on foot) throughout the war, I never felt such overwhelming emotion about the impact it had on the lives of those boys and their families.
The Civil War killed Emily's paternal great grandfather, Henry Christian Hampshire at Shiloh where he was poisoned by a Confederate well that was laced by the Southern farmers fleeing their homes. His wife Lucinda Butler Hampshire
Needless to say, they were very patriotic.
She taught bridge to a large group and wrote a book on the rules and manuvers of the game. Emily tried to teach her granddaughter but she was better at Gin Rummy. Lol
Her final days were spent living in Georgia with her youngest son James Sapp and his large family who cared for her in so many ways along with his wife Shirley Patton Sapp . Jim and Shirley's children were always a great help and their children as well.
To one granddaughter, at least, she was like a second mother and she could not have asked for two better better women to emulate. She raised her daughters well, along with her sons. She steadfastly loved her husband Walter leaving poetry and letters behind showing her devotion. . During the years after he had his strokes she cared for him with warmth and compassion with his hospital bed in their living room. Of course, her son and family were always around when help was needed.
Emily passed on to the Lord at 2:00 PM. We all miss her tremendously! Her loss has left a hole in her eldest granddaughter's heart.
Thank you to Matthew Harmon for creating my grandmother Emily's memorial as well as all his many others
Emily was born on a Monday during the Centennial year of our nation. Her parents lived at 504 West Goodale St in Columbus, Ohio at that time.
Emily was a beautiful lady. She had blue eyes, chestnut hair and was 5 feet two and 1/2 inches tall. She always insisted that that half inch be added to the record.
Emily met Walter Sapp when her two sisters convinced him at the well in Camp Sychar in Mount Vernon, Ohio to come up to their tent to meet their sister …and the rest was history. Their descendants make "pilgrimages" to see the spot where their lives were first sparked.
They were married July 19, 1921 in Mount Vernon, Ohio.
There are so many excellent adjectives to describe Emily's goodness but suffice it to say she was intelligent, confident, stoic but emotive, loyal, kind, but most importantly—loving.
Emily and Walter had six children.
Emily was an excellent correspondent and fine writer.
The following poem she dashed off was a comical but nostalgic one.
THE MIDDLE YEARS. MOTHERS DAY LAMENT
Walter, Arthur, David, James,
These are the beloved names
Of our four sons, those rowdy boys
Drove us frantic with their noise.
There was Connie, too, so fair of face,
And lovely, darling little Grace,
But not the type for frills and curls,
No angels, these—our baby girls!
All sturdy six were little scamps,
Upsetting chairs and breaking lamps.
Six shouting imps who rushed pell-mell
Pushing into the breakfast ell.
"Oatmeal, and sugar—Here's more milk—
Connie your hair is as smooth as silk—
Arthur watch out! don't spill your egg—
Stop kicking David's injured leg!"
Years have passed and times gone by
And I sit down to drink my diet…
When my home is now so restful,
Why does my heart feel so distressful?
What is this cruel quirk of fate?
Now when it is much too late
Why do I miss the raucous din
That used to usher breakfast in?
This is written on a piece of her stationery with the heading
Mrs. Walter Parsons Sapp
295 East College Avenue
Westerville, Ohio.
The poem is old and yellowed now that I am typing it but I have treasured it as did my mother Connie. The women of the family were such voluminous correspondents that Emily, Emily's sister, Bertha, Connie, Connie's daughter, and Grace left many, many boxes of their "literature" as they kept all the letters they wrote to each other nearly every day which I "inherited."
She belonged to the Literary Society and was always researching and writing papers which her granddaughter sometimes would review because she asked her to but they never much editing. She was a very bright lady.
They lived at 204 Martinsburg Road in a home designed by Emily. One which the children loved. A few doors down was living Cecil Oyster 81216427 and his wife.
Noted for her flower covered dresses and her elegant hats. She loved her children and grand children and great grandchildren. You were always welcome in her house. Her sister, Bertha died early in life and she would let her children (Emily's nieces) live with her for extended periods of time.
Bertha was also literary minded especially writing a great deal of poetry.
Another sister died young, Mildred, at age 17 in an automobile accident.
In the summer Camp Sychar in Mt Vernon was a favorite destination as well as Wilson's Camps in Ontario where the family would go with her parents -Arthur and Anna—to fish and rough it. However, it seems difficult to think of a log cabin with six children bouncing around.
Later in life they lived in Westerville, Ohio while their children attended Otterbein College.
At that time Westerville was a tee-totaling town.
She herself had attended Denison College where she was the only woman on the debate team.
Emily and Walter saw four of their sons volunteer to go to war as did their father and 2 uncles in World War I, World War II, and the Korean War.
Emily's maternal grandfather James Rodney Harris served in the Civil War as a Union soldier throughout the entire War. His descendants, including myself, are lucky to be alive. He fought in many of the fierce battles of the war. In fact, we visited Lookout Mountain and the Chattanooga battle field where his unit climbed steep Cliff …although I didn't …but I did peer over the precipice after the car did the hard ascent. I had studied materials I had received from Matt Harmon (thanks again, Matt) and gathered much online
but I must say that until I was actually there looking down on the River below and thinking about what those soldiers endured scrabbling up and down the mountain bullets from all sides and then trying to picture what lay ahead through the 9,000 miles they would travel ( mostly on foot) throughout the war, I never felt such overwhelming emotion about the impact it had on the lives of those boys and their families.
The Civil War killed Emily's paternal great grandfather, Henry Christian Hampshire at Shiloh where he was poisoned by a Confederate well that was laced by the Southern farmers fleeing their homes. His wife Lucinda Butler Hampshire
Needless to say, they were very patriotic.
She taught bridge to a large group and wrote a book on the rules and manuvers of the game. Emily tried to teach her granddaughter but she was better at Gin Rummy. Lol
Her final days were spent living in Georgia with her youngest son James Sapp and his large family who cared for her in so many ways along with his wife Shirley Patton Sapp . Jim and Shirley's children were always a great help and their children as well.
To one granddaughter, at least, she was like a second mother and she could not have asked for two better better women to emulate. She raised her daughters well, along with her sons. She steadfastly loved her husband Walter leaving poetry and letters behind showing her devotion. . During the years after he had his strokes she cared for him with warmth and compassion with his hospital bed in their living room. Of course, her son and family were always around when help was needed.
Emily passed on to the Lord at 2:00 PM. We all miss her tremendously! Her loss has left a hole in her eldest granddaughter's heart.
Emily was born on a Monday during the Centennial year of our nation. Her parents lived at 504 West Goodale St in Columbus, Ohio at that time.
Emily was a beautiful lady. She had blue eyes, chestnut hair and was 5 feet two and 1/2 inches tall. She always insisted that that half inch be added to the record.
Emily met Walter Sapp when her two sisters convinced him at the well in Camp Sychar in Mount Vernon, Ohio to come up to their tent to meet their sister …and the rest was history. Their descendants make "pilgrimages" to see the spot where their lives were first sparked.
They were married July 19, 1921 in Mount Vernon, Ohio.
There are so many excellent adjectives to describe Emily's goodness but suffice it to say she was intelligent, confident, stoic but emotive, loyal, kind, but most importantly—loving.
Emily and Walter had six children.
Emily was an excellent correspondent and fine writer.
The following poem she dashed off was a comical but nostalgic one.
THE MIDDLE YEARS. MOTHERS DAY LAMENT
Walter, Arthur, David, James,
These are the beloved names
Of our four sons, those rowdy boys
Drove us frantic with their noise.
There was Connie, too, so fair of face,
And lovely, darling little Grace,
But not the type for frills and curls,
No angels, these—our baby girls!
All sturdy six were little scamps,
Upsetting chairs and breaking lamps.
Six shouting imps who rushed pell-mell
Pushing into the breakfast ell.
"Oatmeal, and sugar—Here's more milk—
Connie your hair is as smooth as silk—
Arthur watch out! don't spill your egg—
Stop kicking David's injured leg!"
Years have passed and times gone by
And I sit down to drink my diet…
When my home is now so restful,
Why does my heart feel so distressful?
What is this cruel quirk of fate?
Now when it is much too late
Why do I miss the raucous din
That used to usher breakfast in?
This is written on a piece of her stationery with the heading
Mrs. Walter Parsons Sapp
295 East College Avenue
Westerville, Ohio.
The poem is old and yellowed now that I am typing it but I have treasured it as did my mother Connie. The women of the family were such voluminous correspondents that Emily, Emily's sister, Bertha, Connie, Connie's daughter, and Grace left many, many boxes of their "literature" as they kept all the letters they wrote to each other nearly every day which I "inherited."
She belonged to the Literary Society and was always researching and writing papers which her granddaughter sometimes would review because she asked her to but they never much editing. She was a very bright lady.
They lived at 204 Martinsburg Road in a home designed by Emily. One which the children loved. A few doors down was living Cecil Oyster 81216427 and his wife.
Noted for her flower covered dresses and her elegant hats. She loved her children and grand children and great grandchildren. You were always welcome in her house. Her sister, Bertha died early in life and she would let her children (Emily's nieces) live with her for extended periods of time.
Bertha was also literary minded especially writing a great deal of poetry.
Another sister died young, Mildred, at age 17 in an automobile accident.
In the summer Camp Sychar in Mt Vernon was a favorite destination as well as Wilson's Camps in Ontario where the family would go with her parents -Arthur and Anna—to fish and rough it. However, it seems difficult to think of a log cabin with six children bouncing around.
Later in life they lived in Westerville, Ohio while their children attended Otterbein College.
At that time Westerville was a tee-totaling town.
She herself had attended Denison College where she was the only woman on the debate team.
Emily and Walter saw four of their sons volunteer to go to war as did their father and 2 uncles in World War I, World War II, and the Korean War.
Emily's maternal grandfather James Rodney Harris served in the Civil War as a Union soldier throughout the entire War. His descendants, including myself, are lucky to be alive. He fought in many of the fierce battles of the war. In fact, we visited Lookout Mountain and the Chattanooga battle field where his unit climbed steep Cliff …although I didn't …but I did peer over the precipice after the car did the hard ascent. I had studied materials I had received from Matt Harmon (thanks again, Matt) and gathered much online
but I must say that until I was actually there looking down on the River below and thinking about what those soldiers endured scrabbling up and down the mountain bullets from all sides and then trying to picture what lay ahead through the 9,000 miles they would travel ( mostly on foot) throughout the war, I never felt such overwhelming emotion about the impact it had on the lives of those boys and their families.
The Civil War killed Emily's paternal great grandfather, Henry Christian Hampshire at Shiloh where he was poisoned by a Confederate well that was laced by the Southern farmers fleeing their homes. His wife Lucinda Butler Hampshire
Needless to say, they were very patriotic.
She taught bridge to a large group and wrote a book on the rules and manuvers of the game. Emily tried to teach her granddaughter but she was better at Gin Rummy. Lol
Her final days were spent living in Georgia with her youngest son James Sapp and his large family who cared for her in so many ways along with his wife Shirley Patton Sapp . Jim and Shirley's children were always a great help and their children as well.
To one granddaughter, at least, she was like a second mother and she could not have asked for two better better women to emulate. She raised her daughters well, along with her sons. She steadfastly loved her husband Walter leaving poetry and letters behind showing her devotion. . During the years after he had his strokes she cared for him with warmth and compassion with his hospital bed in their living room. Of course, her son and family were always around when help was needed.
Emily passed on to the Lord at 2:00 PM. We all miss her tremendously! Her loss has left a hole in her eldest granddaughter's heart.
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