A Tribute to Fern Carter
Fern Carter's 6th Grade classroom was in the corner of the top floor of the 1956 vintage McKinley Grade School. She had an entire wall of West windows. These windows produced perspiring kiddies at the end of summer or school's beginning. As fall's chill fell and winter's snows rose, those same schoolroom windows sweated themselves.
Mrs. C. was a hefty, 200 pound-plus woman - the largest person on the school staff. Her girth made her seem daunting but she was really 'a cupcake.' When you're a kid - staring at a person in the front of a classroom for a solid year - you notice details. This woman resembled a grand opera singer- all looming, upper torso with no sharp angles. Her bottle-blond hair was shorn short like the then-popular actress Kim Novak, only this coif wasn't chosen for glamour but busy-woman-convenience.
Following Labor Day, (September 1962) it was the genesis for 30 new faces in her classroom. She sat Buddha-like behind the sturdy oak furniture with arms criss-crossed over heaps of books, boxes of chalk and a few apples. When the students finally quieted themselves, Fern Carter spoke. The big lady's message melted anxious hearts, assured she was our friend and she practically glowed with goodness. Her sincere, first words echo yet. It was as though someone had thrown open the sash and a fresh breeze was wafting over the students. We were going to be OK - all of us - because we were in this 'together.'
The middle-aged woman explained she had chosen to be a 6th grade teacher because she knew it was an important period in our lives. She predicted we were (at the ages of 11 or 12) about to 'unknowingly grow away' from our childhoods. No longer would we be content with a playhouse or doll but would want the latest teen-singer's 45 RPM records. The boys would stop sneering at the girls and start to think them interesting to be with (or dare I write it) to actually talk with! Big and varied changes were going to be happening and Fern Carter said: "I want to be with you right now, during these changes in your lives."
(Yes - the magnificent lady actually said this...)
And so, just a dozen years into our own lives, Fern Carter became important to us and for us. (I hope we too, left her life's path 'pleasant.')
I observed this extraordinary teacher transform a drab, unkempt lad (who came from a family of meager funds) into a star pupil. Mrs. C. let him pick the subjects and bought him 25 cent Scholastic paperback books. These were the first books he had ever personally owned. The boy became so swept up in reading, his grades soared; his eventual Junior High placement was in the highest achiever group; he won a scholarship to college. His very being became like a rainbow - full of hope. This inspired, grateful student (with a childhood library of quarter paperbacks) became a teacher.
Mrs. Carter could take the classroom's most boring subject and twist it into interesting fun. Her students did not dread school but found it a haven - a safe place from the harsh headlines that blared of possible nuclear war - an inviting spot for experiencing the beauty of art, understanding history, even the magic of numerical fractions or pronouns or the rules of sport. Mrs. C. was understanding... She was a bit of everything and best of it all - she was ours - just when we needed her most.
The 1962 classroom's windows were fringed in icicles that winter. When outdoor recess time arrived, it was too harsh to venture past the playground doorway's threshold. How could a teacher quietly entertain 30 boisterous students and not disturb nearby classes? Fern Carter turned off the lights, then pulled tight the blades of the window blinds. The shaded room became a theater for a performance unlike anything we had ever experienced.
During all the snowflake-filled recess hours, we were gifted a priceless lesson: 'Imagination is everything.'
Every student laid their head down on a cushion of folded arms and closed their eyes.
Like the greatest of Golden Age Radio Performers, Mrs. C. started reading to us a beautiful book. First, just a couple of chapters; then, the following day's recess, a few more pages. Eventually, the story's presentation became the highlight of the day's activities. Peeking through the window blinds, the ice had dripped away and outside was just 'sweater-weather.' The lively, bouncing students begged: 'PLEASE!' They wanted to stay inside and be allowed to quietly listen as Mrs. Carter almost whispered more chapters of the fascinating storybook.
Such are the effects of a great teacher - a half century after her completed work.
Today, driving past McKinley Grade School, progressives have altered the design of the once-new / now old building. They pulled the huge wall of panes and plugged back a tiny spot of glass. It's called: 'Architectural Window Ecology'; extra bright lightbulbs provide all the illumination needed for these bright lil' minds; utilities are reduced. Janitorial services are no longer required for wipe'n away 'nose smudges' caused by daydreaming through vast, open windows during study time.
'Imagination' is no longer everything - but someone decided this type of 'progress' is.
God graced the teacher, Fern Carter with the perfect color of eyes - they were 'sky blue.' The ole saying:
"The eyes are the windows of the soul" was true for her. Mrs. C. - at an important time in the lives of her pupils -essentially threw open the windows of learning. She helped show the wonders of the world OUTSIDE and helped reveal the possibilities WITHIN each of her students.
When Fern Carter died there were many bouquets, sprays of blossoms and potted plants as part of her funeral service. Her decades of students provided many floral pieces. Amongst the displays lain atop her fresh grave was a symbolic tribute that harkened back to 1962. It was shaped like an oversized, open book covered in flowers. Affixed was a fluttering, bookmarker-like ribbon with tiny foil letters. There amongst the colorful rose petals, the frothy wildflowers and glossy fern fronds, was displayed the title of the enchanting edition Fern Carter so memorably shared. The ribbon read: "THE SECRET GARDEN."
-Contributed Annonymously
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(¸.•.. (¸.•.. ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Family background:
First husband Loyd Franklin Brown
Married July 1937 in Carterville, MO.
He died Aug. 17, 1940
Second husband: Garland A. Carter
Married April 26, 1946 in Webb City, MO.
He died Sept. 6, 1977
DAUGHTERS:
Judy Lynn Brown Smith,
Garlanda Jane Carter Carfield Talbot Scott Davis,
SON:
Kokher Douglas Carter.
Step-mother of:
Bonnie Carter Smalley &
Daisy Carter Garner.
Daughter of:
Arthur Frank Cromer
Ruby Pearl Kepple Cromer
Sister of;
Nadine Cromer
(Died July 28, 1915),
Alberta Mae Cromer Kallas
(Died April 17, 1979),
Doris Earline Cromer Firth
(Died Sept. 3, 1979),
Howard "Booster" Frank Cromer
(Died Nov. 3, 1909),
William "Billy" Martin Cromer
(Died Dec. 28, 1919.)
Emma Cromer Edie (information n/a)
Maternal Grandparents:
Leander V. Kepple and
Sarah Jane Monigle Kepple
Paternal Grandparents:
William David Cromer
Kate Cromer
Fern Carter's 6th Grade classroom was in the corner of the top floor of the 1956 vintage McKinley Grade School. She had an entire wall of West windows. These windows produced perspiring kiddies at the end of summer or school's beginning. As fall's chill fell and winter's snows rose, those same schoolroom windows sweated themselves.
Mrs. C. was a hefty, 200 pound-plus woman - the largest person on the school staff. Her girth made her seem daunting but she was really 'a cupcake.' When you're a kid - staring at a person in the front of a classroom for a solid year - you notice details. This woman resembled a grand opera singer- all looming, upper torso with no sharp angles. Her bottle-blond hair was shorn short like the then-popular actress Kim Novak, only this coif wasn't chosen for glamour but busy-woman-convenience.
Following Labor Day, (September 1962) it was the genesis for 30 new faces in her classroom. She sat Buddha-like behind the sturdy oak furniture with arms criss-crossed over heaps of books, boxes of chalk and a few apples. When the students finally quieted themselves, Fern Carter spoke. The big lady's message melted anxious hearts, assured she was our friend and she practically glowed with goodness. Her sincere, first words echo yet. It was as though someone had thrown open the sash and a fresh breeze was wafting over the students. We were going to be OK - all of us - because we were in this 'together.'
The middle-aged woman explained she had chosen to be a 6th grade teacher because she knew it was an important period in our lives. She predicted we were (at the ages of 11 or 12) about to 'unknowingly grow away' from our childhoods. No longer would we be content with a playhouse or doll but would want the latest teen-singer's 45 RPM records. The boys would stop sneering at the girls and start to think them interesting to be with (or dare I write it) to actually talk with! Big and varied changes were going to be happening and Fern Carter said: "I want to be with you right now, during these changes in your lives."
(Yes - the magnificent lady actually said this...)
And so, just a dozen years into our own lives, Fern Carter became important to us and for us. (I hope we too, left her life's path 'pleasant.')
I observed this extraordinary teacher transform a drab, unkempt lad (who came from a family of meager funds) into a star pupil. Mrs. C. let him pick the subjects and bought him 25 cent Scholastic paperback books. These were the first books he had ever personally owned. The boy became so swept up in reading, his grades soared; his eventual Junior High placement was in the highest achiever group; he won a scholarship to college. His very being became like a rainbow - full of hope. This inspired, grateful student (with a childhood library of quarter paperbacks) became a teacher.
Mrs. Carter could take the classroom's most boring subject and twist it into interesting fun. Her students did not dread school but found it a haven - a safe place from the harsh headlines that blared of possible nuclear war - an inviting spot for experiencing the beauty of art, understanding history, even the magic of numerical fractions or pronouns or the rules of sport. Mrs. C. was understanding... She was a bit of everything and best of it all - she was ours - just when we needed her most.
The 1962 classroom's windows were fringed in icicles that winter. When outdoor recess time arrived, it was too harsh to venture past the playground doorway's threshold. How could a teacher quietly entertain 30 boisterous students and not disturb nearby classes? Fern Carter turned off the lights, then pulled tight the blades of the window blinds. The shaded room became a theater for a performance unlike anything we had ever experienced.
During all the snowflake-filled recess hours, we were gifted a priceless lesson: 'Imagination is everything.'
Every student laid their head down on a cushion of folded arms and closed their eyes.
Like the greatest of Golden Age Radio Performers, Mrs. C. started reading to us a beautiful book. First, just a couple of chapters; then, the following day's recess, a few more pages. Eventually, the story's presentation became the highlight of the day's activities. Peeking through the window blinds, the ice had dripped away and outside was just 'sweater-weather.' The lively, bouncing students begged: 'PLEASE!' They wanted to stay inside and be allowed to quietly listen as Mrs. Carter almost whispered more chapters of the fascinating storybook.
Such are the effects of a great teacher - a half century after her completed work.
Today, driving past McKinley Grade School, progressives have altered the design of the once-new / now old building. They pulled the huge wall of panes and plugged back a tiny spot of glass. It's called: 'Architectural Window Ecology'; extra bright lightbulbs provide all the illumination needed for these bright lil' minds; utilities are reduced. Janitorial services are no longer required for wipe'n away 'nose smudges' caused by daydreaming through vast, open windows during study time.
'Imagination' is no longer everything - but someone decided this type of 'progress' is.
God graced the teacher, Fern Carter with the perfect color of eyes - they were 'sky blue.' The ole saying:
"The eyes are the windows of the soul" was true for her. Mrs. C. - at an important time in the lives of her pupils -essentially threw open the windows of learning. She helped show the wonders of the world OUTSIDE and helped reveal the possibilities WITHIN each of her students.
When Fern Carter died there were many bouquets, sprays of blossoms and potted plants as part of her funeral service. Her decades of students provided many floral pieces. Amongst the displays lain atop her fresh grave was a symbolic tribute that harkened back to 1962. It was shaped like an oversized, open book covered in flowers. Affixed was a fluttering, bookmarker-like ribbon with tiny foil letters. There amongst the colorful rose petals, the frothy wildflowers and glossy fern fronds, was displayed the title of the enchanting edition Fern Carter so memorably shared. The ribbon read: "THE SECRET GARDEN."
-Contributed Annonymously
¸.•..¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) )
(¸.•.. (¸.•.. ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Family background:
First husband Loyd Franklin Brown
Married July 1937 in Carterville, MO.
He died Aug. 17, 1940
Second husband: Garland A. Carter
Married April 26, 1946 in Webb City, MO.
He died Sept. 6, 1977
DAUGHTERS:
Judy Lynn Brown Smith,
Garlanda Jane Carter Carfield Talbot Scott Davis,
SON:
Kokher Douglas Carter.
Step-mother of:
Bonnie Carter Smalley &
Daisy Carter Garner.
Daughter of:
Arthur Frank Cromer
Ruby Pearl Kepple Cromer
Sister of;
Nadine Cromer
(Died July 28, 1915),
Alberta Mae Cromer Kallas
(Died April 17, 1979),
Doris Earline Cromer Firth
(Died Sept. 3, 1979),
Howard "Booster" Frank Cromer
(Died Nov. 3, 1909),
William "Billy" Martin Cromer
(Died Dec. 28, 1919.)
Emma Cromer Edie (information n/a)
Maternal Grandparents:
Leander V. Kepple and
Sarah Jane Monigle Kepple
Paternal Grandparents:
William David Cromer
Kate Cromer
A Tribute to Fern Carter
Fern Carter's 6th Grade classroom was in the corner of the top floor of the 1956 vintage McKinley Grade School. She had an entire wall of West windows. These windows produced perspiring kiddies at the end of summer or school's beginning. As fall's chill fell and winter's snows rose, those same schoolroom windows sweated themselves.
Mrs. C. was a hefty, 200 pound-plus woman - the largest person on the school staff. Her girth made her seem daunting but she was really 'a cupcake.' When you're a kid - staring at a person in the front of a classroom for a solid year - you notice details. This woman resembled a grand opera singer- all looming, upper torso with no sharp angles. Her bottle-blond hair was shorn short like the then-popular actress Kim Novak, only this coif wasn't chosen for glamour but busy-woman-convenience.
Following Labor Day, (September 1962) it was the genesis for 30 new faces in her classroom. She sat Buddha-like behind the sturdy oak furniture with arms criss-crossed over heaps of books, boxes of chalk and a few apples. When the students finally quieted themselves, Fern Carter spoke. The big lady's message melted anxious hearts, assured she was our friend and she practically glowed with goodness. Her sincere, first words echo yet. It was as though someone had thrown open the sash and a fresh breeze was wafting over the students. We were going to be OK - all of us - because we were in this 'together.'
The middle-aged woman explained she had chosen to be a 6th grade teacher because she knew it was an important period in our lives. She predicted we were (at the ages of 11 or 12) about to 'unknowingly grow away' from our childhoods. No longer would we be content with a playhouse or doll but would want the latest teen-singer's 45 RPM records. The boys would stop sneering at the girls and start to think them interesting to be with (or dare I write it) to actually talk with! Big and varied changes were going to be happening and Fern Carter said: "I want to be with you right now, during these changes in your lives."
(Yes - the magnificent lady actually said this...)
And so, just a dozen years into our own lives, Fern Carter became important to us and for us. (I hope we too, left her life's path 'pleasant.')
I observed this extraordinary teacher transform a drab, unkempt lad (who came from a family of meager funds) into a star pupil. Mrs. C. let him pick the subjects and bought him 25 cent Scholastic paperback books. These were the first books he had ever personally owned. The boy became so swept up in reading, his grades soared; his eventual Junior High placement was in the highest achiever group; he won a scholarship to college. His very being became like a rainbow - full of hope. This inspired, grateful student (with a childhood library of quarter paperbacks) became a teacher.
Mrs. Carter could take the classroom's most boring subject and twist it into interesting fun. Her students did not dread school but found it a haven - a safe place from the harsh headlines that blared of possible nuclear war - an inviting spot for experiencing the beauty of art, understanding history, even the magic of numerical fractions or pronouns or the rules of sport. Mrs. C. was understanding... She was a bit of everything and best of it all - she was ours - just when we needed her most.
The 1962 classroom's windows were fringed in icicles that winter. When outdoor recess time arrived, it was too harsh to venture past the playground doorway's threshold. How could a teacher quietly entertain 30 boisterous students and not disturb nearby classes? Fern Carter turned off the lights, then pulled tight the blades of the window blinds. The shaded room became a theater for a performance unlike anything we had ever experienced.
During all the snowflake-filled recess hours, we were gifted a priceless lesson: 'Imagination is everything.'
Every student laid their head down on a cushion of folded arms and closed their eyes.
Like the greatest of Golden Age Radio Performers, Mrs. C. started reading to us a beautiful book. First, just a couple of chapters; then, the following day's recess, a few more pages. Eventually, the story's presentation became the highlight of the day's activities. Peeking through the window blinds, the ice had dripped away and outside was just 'sweater-weather.' The lively, bouncing students begged: 'PLEASE!' They wanted to stay inside and be allowed to quietly listen as Mrs. Carter almost whispered more chapters of the fascinating storybook.
Such are the effects of a great teacher - a half century after her completed work.
Today, driving past McKinley Grade School, progressives have altered the design of the once-new / now old building. They pulled the huge wall of panes and plugged back a tiny spot of glass. It's called: 'Architectural Window Ecology'; extra bright lightbulbs provide all the illumination needed for these bright lil' minds; utilities are reduced. Janitorial services are no longer required for wipe'n away 'nose smudges' caused by daydreaming through vast, open windows during study time.
'Imagination' is no longer everything - but someone decided this type of 'progress' is.
God graced the teacher, Fern Carter with the perfect color of eyes - they were 'sky blue.' The ole saying:
"The eyes are the windows of the soul" was true for her. Mrs. C. - at an important time in the lives of her pupils -essentially threw open the windows of learning. She helped show the wonders of the world OUTSIDE and helped reveal the possibilities WITHIN each of her students.
When Fern Carter died there were many bouquets, sprays of blossoms and potted plants as part of her funeral service. Her decades of students provided many floral pieces. Amongst the displays lain atop her fresh grave was a symbolic tribute that harkened back to 1962. It was shaped like an oversized, open book covered in flowers. Affixed was a fluttering, bookmarker-like ribbon with tiny foil letters. There amongst the colorful rose petals, the frothy wildflowers and glossy fern fronds, was displayed the title of the enchanting edition Fern Carter so memorably shared. The ribbon read: "THE SECRET GARDEN."
-Contributed Annonymously
¸.•..¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) )
(¸.•.. (¸.•.. ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Family background:
First husband Loyd Franklin Brown
Married July 1937 in Carterville, MO.
He died Aug. 17, 1940
Second husband: Garland A. Carter
Married April 26, 1946 in Webb City, MO.
He died Sept. 6, 1977
DAUGHTERS:
Judy Lynn Brown Smith,
Garlanda Jane Carter Carfield Talbot Scott Davis,
SON:
Kokher Douglas Carter.
Step-mother of:
Bonnie Carter Smalley &
Daisy Carter Garner.
Daughter of:
Arthur Frank Cromer
Ruby Pearl Kepple Cromer
Sister of;
Nadine Cromer
(Died July 28, 1915),
Alberta Mae Cromer Kallas
(Died April 17, 1979),
Doris Earline Cromer Firth
(Died Sept. 3, 1979),
Howard "Booster" Frank Cromer
(Died Nov. 3, 1909),
William "Billy" Martin Cromer
(Died Dec. 28, 1919.)
Emma Cromer Edie (information n/a)
Maternal Grandparents:
Leander V. Kepple and
Sarah Jane Monigle Kepple
Paternal Grandparents:
William David Cromer
Kate Cromer
Fern Carter's 6th Grade classroom was in the corner of the top floor of the 1956 vintage McKinley Grade School. She had an entire wall of West windows. These windows produced perspiring kiddies at the end of summer or school's beginning. As fall's chill fell and winter's snows rose, those same schoolroom windows sweated themselves.
Mrs. C. was a hefty, 200 pound-plus woman - the largest person on the school staff. Her girth made her seem daunting but she was really 'a cupcake.' When you're a kid - staring at a person in the front of a classroom for a solid year - you notice details. This woman resembled a grand opera singer- all looming, upper torso with no sharp angles. Her bottle-blond hair was shorn short like the then-popular actress Kim Novak, only this coif wasn't chosen for glamour but busy-woman-convenience.
Following Labor Day, (September 1962) it was the genesis for 30 new faces in her classroom. She sat Buddha-like behind the sturdy oak furniture with arms criss-crossed over heaps of books, boxes of chalk and a few apples. When the students finally quieted themselves, Fern Carter spoke. The big lady's message melted anxious hearts, assured she was our friend and she practically glowed with goodness. Her sincere, first words echo yet. It was as though someone had thrown open the sash and a fresh breeze was wafting over the students. We were going to be OK - all of us - because we were in this 'together.'
The middle-aged woman explained she had chosen to be a 6th grade teacher because she knew it was an important period in our lives. She predicted we were (at the ages of 11 or 12) about to 'unknowingly grow away' from our childhoods. No longer would we be content with a playhouse or doll but would want the latest teen-singer's 45 RPM records. The boys would stop sneering at the girls and start to think them interesting to be with (or dare I write it) to actually talk with! Big and varied changes were going to be happening and Fern Carter said: "I want to be with you right now, during these changes in your lives."
(Yes - the magnificent lady actually said this...)
And so, just a dozen years into our own lives, Fern Carter became important to us and for us. (I hope we too, left her life's path 'pleasant.')
I observed this extraordinary teacher transform a drab, unkempt lad (who came from a family of meager funds) into a star pupil. Mrs. C. let him pick the subjects and bought him 25 cent Scholastic paperback books. These were the first books he had ever personally owned. The boy became so swept up in reading, his grades soared; his eventual Junior High placement was in the highest achiever group; he won a scholarship to college. His very being became like a rainbow - full of hope. This inspired, grateful student (with a childhood library of quarter paperbacks) became a teacher.
Mrs. Carter could take the classroom's most boring subject and twist it into interesting fun. Her students did not dread school but found it a haven - a safe place from the harsh headlines that blared of possible nuclear war - an inviting spot for experiencing the beauty of art, understanding history, even the magic of numerical fractions or pronouns or the rules of sport. Mrs. C. was understanding... She was a bit of everything and best of it all - she was ours - just when we needed her most.
The 1962 classroom's windows were fringed in icicles that winter. When outdoor recess time arrived, it was too harsh to venture past the playground doorway's threshold. How could a teacher quietly entertain 30 boisterous students and not disturb nearby classes? Fern Carter turned off the lights, then pulled tight the blades of the window blinds. The shaded room became a theater for a performance unlike anything we had ever experienced.
During all the snowflake-filled recess hours, we were gifted a priceless lesson: 'Imagination is everything.'
Every student laid their head down on a cushion of folded arms and closed their eyes.
Like the greatest of Golden Age Radio Performers, Mrs. C. started reading to us a beautiful book. First, just a couple of chapters; then, the following day's recess, a few more pages. Eventually, the story's presentation became the highlight of the day's activities. Peeking through the window blinds, the ice had dripped away and outside was just 'sweater-weather.' The lively, bouncing students begged: 'PLEASE!' They wanted to stay inside and be allowed to quietly listen as Mrs. Carter almost whispered more chapters of the fascinating storybook.
Such are the effects of a great teacher - a half century after her completed work.
Today, driving past McKinley Grade School, progressives have altered the design of the once-new / now old building. They pulled the huge wall of panes and plugged back a tiny spot of glass. It's called: 'Architectural Window Ecology'; extra bright lightbulbs provide all the illumination needed for these bright lil' minds; utilities are reduced. Janitorial services are no longer required for wipe'n away 'nose smudges' caused by daydreaming through vast, open windows during study time.
'Imagination' is no longer everything - but someone decided this type of 'progress' is.
God graced the teacher, Fern Carter with the perfect color of eyes - they were 'sky blue.' The ole saying:
"The eyes are the windows of the soul" was true for her. Mrs. C. - at an important time in the lives of her pupils -essentially threw open the windows of learning. She helped show the wonders of the world OUTSIDE and helped reveal the possibilities WITHIN each of her students.
When Fern Carter died there were many bouquets, sprays of blossoms and potted plants as part of her funeral service. Her decades of students provided many floral pieces. Amongst the displays lain atop her fresh grave was a symbolic tribute that harkened back to 1962. It was shaped like an oversized, open book covered in flowers. Affixed was a fluttering, bookmarker-like ribbon with tiny foil letters. There amongst the colorful rose petals, the frothy wildflowers and glossy fern fronds, was displayed the title of the enchanting edition Fern Carter so memorably shared. The ribbon read: "THE SECRET GARDEN."
-Contributed Annonymously
¸.•..¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) )
(¸.•.. (¸.•.. ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Family background:
First husband Loyd Franklin Brown
Married July 1937 in Carterville, MO.
He died Aug. 17, 1940
Second husband: Garland A. Carter
Married April 26, 1946 in Webb City, MO.
He died Sept. 6, 1977
DAUGHTERS:
Judy Lynn Brown Smith,
Garlanda Jane Carter Carfield Talbot Scott Davis,
SON:
Kokher Douglas Carter.
Step-mother of:
Bonnie Carter Smalley &
Daisy Carter Garner.
Daughter of:
Arthur Frank Cromer
Ruby Pearl Kepple Cromer
Sister of;
Nadine Cromer
(Died July 28, 1915),
Alberta Mae Cromer Kallas
(Died April 17, 1979),
Doris Earline Cromer Firth
(Died Sept. 3, 1979),
Howard "Booster" Frank Cromer
(Died Nov. 3, 1909),
William "Billy" Martin Cromer
(Died Dec. 28, 1919.)
Emma Cromer Edie (information n/a)
Maternal Grandparents:
Leander V. Kepple and
Sarah Jane Monigle Kepple
Paternal Grandparents:
William David Cromer
Kate Cromer
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