4801. “Iowa State Census,” 1895, IA, Lucas, Lincoln, 332, 1022076, 795, Iowa State Historical Department.
File: 1895 IA Lucas County Lincoln p332
4803. John Alden Blanchard and Betty Ann Townsend, “California, County Marriages, 1850-1952,” December 17, 1948, Los Angeles County, CA,
Files (2): JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_I, JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_II
4804. Allison Clapp Guentes, “Reflections on My Father, A. Taylor Clapp,”, January 20, 2014.
My father was born, and almost 61 years later he died. Between those bookends are a collection of stories we will remember as his life. Between those certain, unbudging dates he navigated through the uncharted waters we all wade through on our own journeys. How fortunate we all are to have crossed paths with Taylor, or even traveled along side him for awhile.

Perhaps some of you know that Taylor had eidetic memory, which is a gift that allowed him to remember everything in full color detail, and to replay whole events from his past in his mind as vividly as when he first experienced them. He often spoke of his memory as a curse — what a burden, he’d say, to carry everything with you all the time — to never forget the good, but also the bad.

Today is our day to remember him, in vivid color, to recall all the details, the nuiances that, like a fingerprint, made his life unique.

Taylor was born into a family, who on his father’s side, stretches back 13 generations to our ancestor Captain Roger Clapp who arrived in what is now Massachusetts nine years prior to the Mayflower. His mother, in contrast, is a first generation American, born of Polish and Russian immigrants who, we found out only a few years ago, never legally gained citizenship, but worked very hard and were proud Americans none-the-less. Taylor lived with this dual legacy — the certainty and history of an old family line, and the direct connection back to Europe. He remembers sitting on his Grandmother’s lap, while she told him stories, thick-accented, of “dee owld county.”

If you ask his mother, Franna, she will tell you that on Christmas Day, 1952, she was quietly but painfully in labor all day as she and Allen entertained holiday guests. That night, they drove from their house on Riggs Road to Washington Adventist Hospital and on the 26th Allen Taylor Clapp Jr. was born.

Within a couple of years, the threesome moved to a house on the Severn River, which feeds into the Chesapeake Bay. He could sail as soon as he could walk. The boat he remembers best was the Alfranta, an amalgamation of Allen, Franna, and Taylor. He loved the water, and it called to him. In recent years, he enjoyed the occasional yacht cruise down the South River out of Annapolis, or simply a meal in a restaurant overlooking the harbor.

Taylor attended public school in Anne Arundel County, and then for 7th grade, Al and Franna thought is was important for Taylor to attend Adventist school. So during the week he lived with his grandmother Clintie and his mathematician aunt Dee, whom he adored, on Elm Avenue in Takoma Park so he could attend John Neven Andrews School.

Taylor had no siblings, and no cousins. He said to us once that at family gatherings he was hovered over and doted on profusely. As an introvert he appreciated escaping the masses and making his own fun. He developed a voracious appetite for reading, enjoyed building small electronics, and tinkering with chemistry.

There is one story I know staring my Dad and a certain young Gary Schewell that features the two of them wiring a toilet seat to deliver a shock when sat upon by presumably Gary’s grandmother. As I understand it, she was more impressed than upset, but maybe we should ask Gary about that later.

Adeolescent Taylor, known to his school friends as Tayl or Flick, continued his education at Takoma Academy, where he became close to a few, friends with many, and liked by all, with his quiet, thoughtful demeanor, often seen with his camera and photography equipment.

Over the years, thanks to online social networking, he reconnected with many of you here today that he met during those formative TA years.

With no siblings nor cousins, Dad was free to construct his own ragtag crew of a peer group. I imagine my father, a kind of Peter Pan, at the center of a pack of lost boys, roving Rock Creek Park, reenacting scenes from Lord of the Rings, and hoping beyond hope for a date Saturday nights.

When Taylor was 16, Franna and Al bought a Royal Berry Wills-designed house in Hillandale. With his Dad, Al, he helped construct a small barn, a harpsichord, a greenhouse that to this day houses hundreds of exotic orchids, and his very own darkroom in the basement for his photography.

In 1970 he graduated from Takoma Academy and that fall began work towards an associate degree in electrical engineering which he completed in two years before attending Collumbia Union College. While there, he enjoyed writing and taking photos for the college newspaper and working for Stewart Bainum. After two years at CUC, Taylor graduated as a Bachelor of Science, having studied business administration. This, his father told him, would unlock many doors to him. Though, I suspect my Dad would have prefered using a lockpick on an actual lock rather than the perverbial one that formal education was supposedly going to open.

Dad always learned best by teaching himself. In 1980 when he began working at the Psyciatric Institute of America, which later became National Medical Enterprises, he helped create computer networks and data systems the so-called experts deemed impossbile. He always thought beyond the problem in front of him.

During our discussions over the past few years, I began to understand how my Dad visualized the evolution of technology from the lever and wheel straight through the 20th century industrial boom and into the age of information today. He was capable of following this trajectory into the future as we discussed predictions for space travel, medicine, and weapons development and the ever-changing political and economic landscape within which these technologies would burgeon or fizzle.

I have always been fascinated by the eclectic pack of people my Dad ran with. Be it at PIA, NME, Chestnut Lodge, Genetics and IVF Institute or more recently at Compania, he developed strong personal and professional relationships with lots of different kinds of people, with a wide variety of technical backgrounds and skills. He had a brilliant way of empathlising with you and unlocking what it was you cared for or knew the most about. Chances are, he knew something about your passion and the communion of common thought began, and a friendship sparked.

And now we get to the part about Arla, his best girl, as he refered to her affectionately on Facebook.

Taylor and Arla met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend after Taylor’s initial plans for the weekend fell through. They went to the Kennedy Center to experience Bach’s Mass in B minor. A high bar to set for date number one, if you ask me. But music was always something that brought my parents together. A shared passion.

So much so, that Taylor asked Arla if she would like a harpsichord of her very own. As a proficient organist and pianist, she enthusiastically said, “Yes!” “Well I don’t have one, Taylor said. “But I can make one for you.” So they cleared out a space in Franna and Al’s basement and got to work building the instrument together.

Over the following weeks, the two worked whilst discussing a range of topics, getting to know each other better. Until one day, Taylor confessed that if he were to propose marriage to a girl, he always wanted to do it in front of a monument or public statue — you know, some place important so that years later they could drive by with the grandkids and say, “That’s were Pop Pop proposed to Grandma.”

I think my mom said something like, “That sounds like a nice idea.” And they tromped up the stairs to the living room where Al lowered his newspaper to ask if they had hit a snag with the harpsichord. My Dad, in plain-spoken TC-fashion, said, “Well, Arla and I are getting married.” Franna hit the ceiling with excitement.

This, of course, was news to my mom who thought at the very least she’d have a car ride to the Washington Monument, or whereever, to gather her wits.

They were married in Mom’s home church in Carmichael, California in March of 1980.

They never made it to a famous place for a proper proposal, but almost exactly 30 years later, when my then boyfriend Johnathon flew me to Berlin and proposed as the snow was softly falling by the Brandenberg Gate, my Dad told me he knew Johnathon was a good guy because he had done it right — the way he had always wanted to propose to Arla, but was too excited at the prospect of marrying his best girl to get any further than his parent’s living room.

That living room has seen a lot over the years. Christmases, birthdays, Christmas-slash-birthdays. (My Dad always felt cheated in the gift-department having been born on December 26.) That living room even hosted a wedding — Franna to her old flame Gordon Laing in a small ceremony where my sister and I stood as bridesmaids and Taylor walked his mother down the aisle.

In May of 1984, I was born, and in February of 1988 my sister Elizabeth came along. We share fond memories of trips to the park, museums, watching This Old House on Saturday nights, grits and saucettes for breakfast on Sunday mornings while Mom was working playing the organ. We remember pinball marathons in the basement, watching as he carefully measured and cut wood in his workshop for this or that project. We remember Star Trek and Orson Wells radio dramas and VHS tapes of the moon landings. We remember listening to him riff on the piano when he came home from the office, working out from memory songs he heard on the radio during that morning’s commute. Elizabeth remembers dancing — spinning and spinning herself dizzy as Dad played tunes from the Moody Blues, The Beatles, The Who, Brahams, and British hymns alike. Dad coined her nickname, Dizzy Lizzy, perhaps because of moments like these. I remember my Dad teaching me to drive stick shift, and helping Lizzy move to Austin last year, and I remember seeing him hold his granddaughters for the first time.

He was always up for a project, working with Mom on the design and making things in his basement workshop, using their half-finished harpsichord as a workbench. In case you were wondering, it’s still there, the carcas of a harpsichord, in my Mom’s basement, waiting to be finished. There’s nothing Taylor liked more than starting a project.

Taylor was a maker and enjoyed constructing elaborate Halloween costumes including a butterfly, a shower, dresser with drawers, and a traffic light complete with wiring allowing the wearer to change the lights from green to yellow to red.

The piece I am proud to say will remain in the family for generations to come is a rocking lion, patterned after an FAO Schwartz version he studied on his lunch hour. He even called his aunt Dee to get a refresher on the quadradic equation to get the curve of the neck just right. Lizzy and I loved to rock on that lion, and now Taylor’s grandchildren, Beatrice who turned two yesterday, and little Penelope, will be able to enjoy Pop Pop’s rocking lion, too.

On Taylor’s Facebook page he posted photographs of his latest projects made with a Carvewright, computer-driven wood-carving machine. You can see his attention to detail and love of the materials. There was nothing more exciting at the start of a project than an untouched board of cherry wood or black walnut.

He had slowed his pace in the last few years, opting instead to channel his creativity once again into his writing, mostly in the form of pithy Facebook messages and email correspondance with old friends. It was through this network that my sister and I were able to reach out and inform the world of his health. And you all answered back, allowing him to be surrounded by words of love and comfort in his final hours. I thank you all now again for that wonderful gift.

I am thankful also for the technology that allowed my parents to communicate a world away as his kidneys were failing and Arla was in Indonesia. My Mom and I were Skyping, in fact, when my phone buzzed and it was Dad’s doctor telling us he had passed away. We were together despite the 12 hour time difference.

Dad often began statements with the phrase, “When my ship comes in.” He used this to describe some wish or looked-forward-to event, usually requiring extra time or money.

“When my ship comes in we will start this or that project.” “When my ship comes in we will go on that trip or do that thing we have been meaning to do.”

Dad, I hope you know that your ship has been here all along, moored fast to the dock where you stand searching for it, but so massive and vast is its hull that though you stand beside it you never noticed it at all.

Dad, your ship has come in, and it leaves port with you now, destined for a beautiful place, sailing swift and sure through the waters with a seasoned navigator at the helm.

May you rest now, soothed by the rocking of this great boat. Sail on, Dad.

And what is the destination? To quote Captain James T. Kirk at the end of Star Trek VI, the Undiscovered Country: “Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning.”
4807. Cleo May Brouchy, “Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, Immigration Cards, 1900-1965,” July 10, 1951, Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil,
File: CleoMayBrouchy_Immigration_1951
4809. “Mrs. A. Habenicht Dies after Brief Illness Saturday,” Adella Habenicht, The Sumner Gazette, Sumner, Bremer County, IA, March 30, 1933, 1.
Death Ends Useful Life at Berrien Springs, Mich.

Another useful life came to a close last Saturday when Mrs. Adella Habenicht of Berrien Springs, Mich., was called beyond.

The remains arrived here Monday noon. Funeral services were held from the United Brethren church Monday atfternoon with Rev. J. C. Nixon of Berrien Springs, Mich., in charge, assisted by Rev. F. C. Scott of Sumner. Burial was made in the Wilson Grove cemetery beside her daughter.

Mrs. Habenicht spent the greater portion of her life in South America, her husband having been a medical missionary in Argentine.

Ida Adella Allen Habenicht, the daughter of Benjamine James Allen, and his wife, Irene Maydale Allen, was born August 27, 1865, near Sumner, Iowa, where she spent her early life. Entering the Gazette office at Sumner, she remained several years studying printing, which practical knowledge became very useful to her in after life. Later she became a member of the Seventh Day Adventist church, at the age of 17.

Afterwards, going to Battle Creek, Michigan, she was employed in the Review and Herald office, and subsequently took the nurse's training course in the sanitarium there.

At the age of 27 she was married to Robert H. Habenicht. To this union six children were born, three of whom preceded their mother in death: Judson, Roberta and Lyria.

Mr. and Mrs. Habenicht entered evangelistic work for a while. Then feeling the need of better preparation for a broader field of service, both of them enrolled as studnets in Union College at College View, Neb., later in the college of medicine at the University of Iowa. They also engaged in training work at the Battle Creek college. Their first medical duties were at Clinton, Iowa, then they founded the Iowa sanitarium.

It was while in charge of a private institution at Colfax they accepted a call as medical missionaries to Argentine, South America. There they spent 22 years in faithful service to suffering humanity and there they founded the “Sanitorio Adventista del Plata" which today is an efficient medical institution. Their work was hard. Many times Mrs. Habenicht had her home full of patients to feed and care for, before the sanitarium was built. Besides administering anaesthetics for operations, and assisting her husband, she cared for patients while he was called away to visit the sick out in the country sections.

It was during these busy times that Mrs. Habenicht began the printing of the first periodical in Argentine. She worked the press in a small shed, and trained others to assist in the work. This seemingly small enterprise was the beginning of the Adventist publishing work in South America. At the present time it is known as "La Casa Editora, Florida, Buenos Aires."

In 1923 Mrs. Habenicht and her husband returned to the United States because of the latter's failing health. It was not very long, however, until he was sufficiently strong to actively enter the work again, when he took charge of the Iowa sanitarium. But due to the overtaxing demands made upon his strength, the doctor was forced to give up his work. Believing he had recuperated his health sufficiently to again embark on labors in the foreign fields, he started for Brazil, expecting after securing a home there to send for his wife. This he did, but when Mrs. Habenicht was at the railway station about to take the train for New York, a message was received that Dr. Habenicht had died very suddenly of heart failure. In grief and sorrow she turned back. She has since then made her home at Berrien Springs, Mich.

She was a faithful and devoted mother, always greatly loved by those who knew her. An active member in the college church and the Sabbath school, she also actively took part in the work of the Dorcas society. Prior to her death she was confined to her bed for only one week, then passed away Saturday morning, March 25th at 4:15 o'clock. Her son, Herald Habenicht accompanied the body to Sumner where she was laid to rest beside her baby, Roberta.

Left to mourn Mrs. Habenicht of her immediate family and near relatives and one daughter, Mrs. Cleo Brouchy of Argentine, South America; two sons, Robert H. Habenicht of Ionia, Mich., and Herald Habenicht and Mrs. Judson P. Habenicht of Berrien Springs; one brother, Ambrose Allen of Sumner, and one sister, Miss Elizabeth Allen of Berrien Springs in addition to 10 grandchildren.
4810. Robert H Habenicht and Ida Adela Allen, “Iowa, County Marriages, 1838-1934,” October 6, 1891, Sumner, Bremer County, IA,
4811. Robert H Habenicht and Charlotte E Adams, “Michigan, County Marriages, 1820-1940,” July 10, 1931, Berrien County, MI,
File: RobertHHabenicht_CharlotteEAdams_MarriageLic
4812. Ida Adela Habenicht, “Michigan Death Certificates, 1921-1952,” March 25, 1933, Benton Harbor, Berrien County, MI, USA,
4813. “Ida Adella Habenicht,” Find-A-Grave,, 35254676.
4814. “Dr Robert H Habenicht,” Find-A-Grave,, 35254677.
4815. “Adella Habenicht,” Find-A-Grave,, 35254675.
4816. Robert H Habenicht, “United States Passport Applications, 1795-1925,” July 15, 1909,
Robert H Habenicht, accompanied by the following:

Ida Adella Habenicht
Judson P Habenicht, born in Sumner, Iowa on August 15, 1872
Cleo May Habenicht, born in Des Moines, Iowa on February 22, 1899
Liria Habenicht, born in Buenos Aires on December 7, 1901
Robert H Habenicht, born in Diamonte, Argentina on March 8, 1905
Harold Habenicht, born in Diamonte, Argentina on September 23, 1906.
File: RobertHHabenicht_PassportApp_1909
4817. Mercedes Dyer, “Establishing River Plate Sanitarium,” Adventist Heritage, Volume 6, Number 1, 16, Summer 1979,
File: AH19790701-V06-01
4818. Herald Ambrose Habenicht and Kathryn Kilpatrick, “Indiana Marriages, 1780-1992,” October 24, 1906, Bloomington, Monroe County, IN,
4819. Herald Ambrose Habenicht, “North Carolina Deaths, 1931-1994,” August 24, 1974, Columbus, Polk County, NC,
4820. “Herald Ambrose Habenicht,” Find-A-Grave,, 108673669.
4821. “Kathryn America Habenicht,” Find-A-Grave,, 128645164.
4823. “Obituaries,” Matthew Keith Lybbert, Casper Star-Tribune, Casper, Wyoming, February 3, 2014,
Matthew Keith Lybbert, born July 30, 1972, in Moses Lake, Washington, son of Allan Keith Lybbert and Mary Lou (Evans) Lybbert, died January 29, 2014.

He lived in Moses Lake until he was 17 when his family moved to Evansville, Wyoming. He attended Kelly Walsh High School, where he met his high school sweetheart, Crystal McMillen. They were married in November of 1992. Together they had three children, two grandsons, and a granddaughter on the way.

Matt was an avid gun enthusiast. He was a Chevy man. He loved the Seahawks and his love for music was primarily around “Wicked Clowns.”

Matt had worked at several places but his most recent job was at Borets where he was the Senior Pipe Technician.

He was preceded in death by his great-grandfather, Norman Keith Lybbert.

He is survived by his mother and father; his sister, Jenniffer; his wife, Crystal; his two daughters, Alyssa (Vance) and Breann; his son, Christopher; and two grandsons, Malikai and Elias; and numerous nieces and nephews.

A memorial will be held Wednesday, January 5, 2014 at 2:00 p.m. at Bustards Funeral Home. The viewing will be Tuesday evening at Bustards from 5 to 8 p.m.
4824. “Matthew Keith Lybbert,” Find-A-Grave,, 124603677.
4825. Geraldine Barton, “Martin Watson,”, March 31, 2006.
Martin Watson.
geribee49 (View posts)
Posted: 31 Mar 2006 4:28PM GMT
Classification: Query
Jeff Am wondering if you can find out any information on the maternal grandfather Martin Watson. We know he married a Marth A. Martin. 6-18-1866in Marshall Cty,Ind. Lived in trhe Maple Grove township. Legion post in Barron is named after him. Served in the Civil War. But now the info we need to find out is if he was adopted by Cyrus Watson. Family rumor says he was a Mcclure but just where from ? have run into blank wall there too.Cyrus came from Delaware,Ohio. All of Martin War information does not say a thing about being adopted. They also came from Marshall Cty,Ind. Have researched in Ohio and they said that far back they didn't have adoption records. Martin Was born in 1840-41one service record says indiana , the other phio. Could find no birth cert there.Any ideas wher to find out if he was adopted.? Geri

Re: Martin Watson.
Jeff Martin (
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Posted: 6 Apr 2006 9:22PM GMT
Classification: Death
Hi, Geri...

I was up at the courthouse today and found a few things for you. I don't know what to tell you about your question where Martin was adopted. It may be a true 'dead end'...something you'll never be able to fully resolve. I doubt an obit would even help given the day in which he lived.

I don't know if you had this stuff, but here's two things I found:

* Martin Watson (death record)
Age: 42 yrs old
Occupation: Farmer
Place of Birth: Ohio
Wife: Martha Ann Watson
DOD: July 7, 1883
Cause: Typhoid fever; pneumonia
Died in Maple Grove Township
Buried in Wayside Cemetery (Barron)
* At the time of his death it has his residence as Chetek.

* Mardia Ann Watson (death record)
Residence: Town of Maple Grove
Age: 76 yrs, 1 mo, 11 days
Birthplace: Ohio
Father: Isaac Martin (born in Ohio)
Mother: not known (born in Ohio)
DOD: April 25, 1922
Buried at Wayside Cemetery (Barron)
Informant: Wm. Barton (Barron Route 3)

Re: Martin Watson.
Geraldine Barton (
View posts)
Posted: 7 Apr 2006 12:20PM GMT
Classification: Query
Jeff Thanks again for all you have done . I don't think we will ever know if he was ever adopted or not. I have the obit. and it shows nothing. also army records show nothing. Thanks for your efforts. They are appreciated.
4826. Jeff Martin, “Clara Watson,”, November 2, 2006.
* Marriage record of Clara Maida Watson & William Emgey Barton
DoM: 1/16/1892
Father of Groom: Jacob Barton
Mother of Groom: Miley Harding
Occupation: Carpenter
Residence: Maple Grove
Birthplace: Marshall Co, Indiana
Bride: Clara Maida Watson
Father of Bride: Andrew Martin Watson
Mother of Bride: Martha Martin
Birthplace: Marshall Co, Indiana
Witnesses: Arner Watson & Arner Sprague
4827. “Obituaries,” Ella Elizabeth Johnson, Neosho News, Neosho, MO, August 15, 1954, 2.
Mrs. Ella Elizabeth Johnson, 41, Neosho, Rte. 2, died suddenly at her home yesterday morning after a long period of ill health. She was born in Billings, Mont., and moved here from Booneville, Ark., in 1948. She was a member of the Congregational Church.

Surviving are her husband, Homer, and a three year old daughter, Helen Elizabeth, of the home; two brothers, James Ennis and William Ennis of Billings; two sisters, Mrs. Margaret Veatch of Cody, Wyo., and Mrs. Eldora Moore of Los Angeles. The body was received by the Clark-Bigham Funeral Home.
4828. “Ella Elizabeth Ennis,” Find-A-Grave,, 33983053.
4829. “Eldora B Moore,” Find-A-Grave,, 154821225.
4830. “Obituaries,” Ella Elizabeth Johnson, Neosho News, Neosho, MO, August 16, 1954, 3.
Funeral services for Ella Elizabeth Johnson, who died at her home on Rte. 2, Saturday morning, will be held at 3 o’clock tomorrow afternoon at the Clark-Bigham Chapel with Mrs. James Crawford of the Oakwood community officiating.

Pallbearers will be Joe Sprenkle, Lewis Cope, Louis Schuler, Charles Herrin, Walter Crewsy Gene Foster, Arthur Bixton, and Warren Stafford.
4831. “Montana, County Marriages, 1865-1950,” William Eli Veatch and Margaret Ennis, June 20, 1940, Bozeman, Gallatin County, MT,
File: WilliamEliVeatch_MargaretEnnis_MarriageCert
4832. “Montana, County Marriages, 1865-1950,” William Donald Ennis and Euphie Robinson, June 14, 1941, Belfry, Carbon County, MT,
File: WilliamDonaldEnnis_EuphieRobinson_MarriageLicense
4833. “Sandy (Ennis) Welsh,”
Sandra “Sandy” Welsh, age 71, of Gravois Mills, passed away Tuesday, February 18, 2014, at her home. She was born October 15, 1942, in Billings, Montana, the daughter of William and Euphie (Robinson) Ennis.

On September 9, 1961, she was united in marriage to her surviving husband, Gary Welsh.

Sandy was a member of the Lake Bloomers Garden Club, Red Hat, and was also a Lady Elk all in Laurie.

Her favorite hobbies included sewing, fishing, boating, gardening and quilting. She enjoyed quilting baby quilts and donating them to the Pregnancy Center in Laurie. Sandy was very devoted to her family and friends, including her dogs and grand-dogs. She enjoyed traveling extensively with Gary throughout the world. She was quite fluent in Spanish as many of their travels took them to Spanish speaking areas.

In addition to her husband, Gary of 52 years, she is survived by her daughter, Jennifer Adams and husband John of Mound, Minnesota; her mother, Euphie Ennis of Billings, Montana; her brother, Tim Ennis and wife Ruby of Shepherd, Montana; two nieces and many friends. She was preceded in death by her father, William Ennis.

A celebration of Sandy’s life will be held at a later date. Graveside services and inurnment will be held at a later date in the family plot in Billings, Montana. Memorial contributions are suggested to S.T.A.F.F. Animal Shelter in Sunrise Beach. Expressions of sympathy may be left online at Cremation arrangements are under the direction and care of the Kidwell-Garber Laurie/Sunrise Beach Chapel.
4835. “Obituaries,” Helen Elizabeth Goudy, McPherson Sentinel, McPherson, McPherson County, KS, May 20, 2015,
Helen Elizabeth Goudy, 63, died May 17, 2015 at The Cedars, McPherson. She was born July 13, 1951 in Neosho, Missouri, the daughter of Homer A. and Ella E. (Ennis) Johnson. She was a Licensed Practical Nurse and a cook for Casey’s in Canton.

On June 27, 1981 she married J. Marlin Goudy at Newton. He preceded her in death on Jan. 19, 2014.

Survivors include her daughter, Marlene Andreas (Aaron Koehn) and one granddaughter, Erica Andreas, all of McPherson. She was preceded in death by her parents and step mother, Maxine Johnson and a sister, Vonda Powell.

Funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Friday, May 22, 2015 at the First Baptist Church, Canton. Burial will be in Canton Township Cemetery.

Friends may call from 5 to 7 p.m. Thursday, May 21, 2015 at Olson’s Mortuary, Canton.

A memorial has been established with the Helen Goudy Memorial Fund, in care of the mortuary.

4836. “J Marlin Goudy,” Find-A-Grave,, 123858390.
4841. Willis Adolph Noren and Billie Margaret Cooper, “Washoe County, Nevada Wedding Application,” Washoe County, NV, 0405240,
4843. Clinton F Burke and Delva W Holden, “Washoe County, Nevada Wedding Application,” Washoe County, NV, 0096865,
4844. Benjamin Ogar and Nona E Cassell, “Washoe County, Nevada Wedding Application,” Washoe County, NV, 0016322,
4845. Carl Christiansen and Evelyn Sturm, “Washoe County, Nevada Wedding Application,” Washoe County, NV, 0057749,
File: CarlChristiansen_EvelynSturm_MarriageCert
4846. James Christiansen and Ada E Drum, “Washoe County, Nevada Wedding Application,” Washoe County, NV, 0125741,
4847. “Marriage Licenses,” James Christiansen and Ada E Drum, Reno Gazette-Journal, Reno, Washoe County, NV, December 13, 1941, 14.
CHRISTIANSEN-DRUM James Christiansen, 26, and Ada E. Drum, 28, both of Reno.
4848. “United States Census,” 1940, CA, Stanislaus, Modesto, Grant Precinct, 61A, 9, 50-19, T627, 351, 629, Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, April 1940, Helen France.
File: 1940 CA Stanislaus County Modesto p61A
4849. “Miss Ada Cree Weds Raymond Peter Drumm,” Raymond Peter Drum and Ada Ellison Cree, Modesto News-Hearld , Modesto, CA, January 13, 1931, 4.
In the presence of only a few close friends and relatives, Miss Ada Ellison Cree, daughter of Mrs. Oma Cree, was quietly married to Raymond Peter Drum at the parsonage of the First Baptist Church on Monday evening at 7:30 o’clock. Rev. C. A. Collett performed the quiet ceremony.

The couple was unattended. The bride was gowned in an afternoon dress of filmy georget in a pastel apricot shade. She formerly attended the Modesto High School.

Mr. and Mrs. Drum planned to spend a week or ten days on a honeymoon in San Jose. They will return to Modesto, where Drum is employed, to make their home.
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