Deane Family Origins

I've been going through some old photo albums and sorting last night. Oh my! I've never seen that picture of my family. It had me giggling. That's the worst pic I have ever seen of us! But, so true to life! My Dad, the proud dad. My mom looking over us, and us kids all aimed in our own directions. Solidarity was not a commonality for us and this pic says it all. 

This is doubly funny because I just wrote a piece on how united we are as a family! Maybe the table we were seated upon is representative of our joined strengths. It was hand-made cherry wood by Morris Evans, father of Mary Jessie Evans, our grandmother on my father's side.. 

This is what I wrote: 

My family is descended from those who were on that first ship who came to this land for freedom's sake. The next generations shed their blood during the Revolutionary war, the war of 1812, the civil war, WWI, WWII, Korean War, Vietnam, Desert Storm. Today part of my family is descended from those who arrived here on slave ships and gained their freedom only recently.  

The blood of my family is soaked into the soil. First, with those early arrivals on the Mayflower, the other Pilgrims to follow, the Revolutionaries, then those who arrived unwillingly and whose blood was shed in cruelty. As the generations have mingled, the blood of the first people who lived here for millennia, and the blood of legal and illegal "aliens" is part of the DNA of my descendants. And right now, the blood of one of my grandchildren is on the line in readiness to protect freedom and liberty in the army. We have all fought for our right to exist in the USA. 

To me, the word United has a very deep, all encompassing meaning. When we are all partying and watching fireworks during independence day, I hope we can all remember what those "bombs bursting" in air were all about.

Barbara and Denise Fairchild

When I was a little girl, living on Cayuga Island in Niagara Falls, New York during the late 1940s and early 1950s I had a best friend. Her name was Denise Fairchild. I think she was maybe a year younger than me. Basically, we played with dollies. Denise had a little sister who was younger, named Barbara. I don't remember playing with her though she may have been nearby. It seemed at the time, she was too young to participate. When my family moved off the island about 1951, I missed my friend and didn't understand why I couldn't visit her. I never knew the youngest baby sister. I believe this picture was taken after we moved. Though my parents kept in touch with the Fairchild's for a while, I never saw the Denise and Barbara again. I always thought they were very pretty, and wished I had curls in my hair, too.  I found this photo among my mother's belongings after she passed away in 2006. Imagine keeping it all these years, with no further contact.

Chronic Pain - Friend or Foe?

Grandpa was an amputee. He lost his leg while working on the railroad as a young man. When "coupling" two railroad cars together, he fell and his leg was crushed between the couplers. He was hauled into the railroad station. A doctor sawed off his leg right there and then (according to what my dad said) after giving him copious amounts of alcohol.

I never knew my grandpa until I was a young adult. I went to live with him and other family members 3,000 miles from home as a young air force wife. I was pregnant at the time, and afraid of the pain of childbirth. I knew grandpa still had pain from his amputation, even in his 80s. I asked him how he could tolerate it so I might have an idea of how to prepare myself for labor. He told me he "made friends with" his pain. He said, he learned to accept his pain better when he decided to stop hating it. I thought that to be very odd. I knew amputees had something called phantom pain that could be quite intense. I admired him for his strength and fortitude.

A couple years after grandpa died I was facing major surgery for bone cancer. (Chondrosarcoma) The doctor told me he would have to amputate half my pelvis, plus my leg. This is called a hemipelvectomy. Quickly, I decided I wasn't going to let this amputation destroy me. I told myself, "If grandpa could do it, so can I!!!" Otherwise I would have been devastated.


As it turned out, I only had a portion of my pelvis amputated (internal hemipelvectomy). I didn't lose my leg after all. Nevertheless, I still have pain now almost fifty years since diagnosis. Like grandpa, I've made friends with my pain. I pay attention to the need to rest. I respect the messages I have gotten over the years that there are certain things my body cannot do, no matter how hard I push. I accept those limitations regardless of what others think. After all, I appear to have a normal body to them. I pay attention to the degree of pain I experience and when I need to medicate myself to help it be relieved, I take something for the pain. Though I prefer to not take opiates.

The pain never goes away entirely. It's always there to some degree. My friend. My shadow. My pain. Lately the pain has been intensified these last few months. It wakes me up in the middle of the night. It suddenly cripples me in the midst of walking. I can barely tolerate it. I calm myself, take a breath, unclench my teeth and I remind myself that hating it will do me no good.

Right now, I have to hang on two more weeks. I have an appointment for an epidural infusion into my spine so that my pain will (hopefully) go away. I have had this procedure many times before over the years. I have always had relief. It helps me stay off the opiates. But now, the epidurals are almost an annual occurrence. You can only have so many epidurals within a certain period of time. Waiting out the time for the treatment has been very distracting. But soon, my friend and I will part ways. I wont miss her at all. Thank you grandpa for teaching me to deal with pain in your unique way.

America, the Ugly - Independence Day Rant

Someone I know posted something on Facebook that I found offensive. I was so angry, I posted a very careless sarcastic comment. The statement she posted was:

"We have illegal immigrants who are staying here on a military facility while homeless veterans are outside the gate with no shelter and no food."

My sarcastic comment was: "Yeah just kill those kids and be done with it!"

I steamed and fretted about it for an hour or so. Then, also thought better of my comment, for the sake of the relationship between me and the person who posted, as well as the fact that someone might actually take me literally and agree! Heaven forbid.

So, I went back to the posting. No one else had responded yet. And I then posted the following.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I just get so sick and tired of the hypocrisy of statements like that. Yes, we need to care for our homeless, veterans or otherwise. I go to my local homeless shelter regularly to donate clothing. I hand out money on the street corner. Not much, but a dollar is a dollar.

These children seeking refuge from us are starving, sick and courageous for traveling all that way to seek asylum in our country that has a statue of liberty with a statement on it. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

Either we are proud Americans willing to stand up for the human rights that we supposedly believe everyone should have or we are hypocrites and believe it is only for US citizens.

Note: I got a little personal here and have changed the name of the person I was addressing.)
How quickly we forget our own history. Griselda, what's the history of your mother's people? How did they get here to the land of the free? Do you know?

I know my own family history going back for generations. We came here for the same reasons those kids are coming here. Did you hear about the one they found dead yesterday?

Do you have friends who were refugees from another country? I do. In fact, the father of my grandchildren came as a child refugee from San Salvador. I have friends who came from Russia as children. They are now grown up and committed American Citizens. I have a young friend who escaped from rape and torture as a child. She now takes care of a little old lady and bicycles 20 miles round trip daily to attend college classes to make a difference in our lives. A dear friend who came to our country served in the military and sacrificed his life during the Viet Nam era. My own son's grandparents came into the U.S. and never applied for citizenship. Does this make all those people unacceptable members of society. I would be very surprised to know others would think that.

I cannot believe how cruel, insensitive and un-christian people are towards these "Illegals". I'm ashamed of our countrymen."

Note: This is the end of my rant. Sometimes I am so ashamed to call myself an American. 

At Last Performed by Rain Ward (cover)

Please enjoy lovely niece, singing "At Last".



16 year old Rain Ward of Austin, Texas performed At Last in a contest and won second prize.

"At Last" is a 1941 song written by Mack Gordon and Harry Warren for the musical film "Orchestra Wives". It was performed in the film and on a record by Glenn Miller according to Wikipedia. It looks like there is some discrepancy about what other movies it was in and who performed them when I look at Youtube. Miller seems to have made several recordings.

Personally, I find the most moving rendition by the incomparable Etta James in 1961 Recently, it was recorded also by Celine Dion and Beyonce, both of whom, in my opinion, I think do not do the song justice the way my niece does.

Revealing Genetics

Not only has 23andMe, DNA research organization, shed some light on my personal medical issues, it has provided me with fascinating ancestral heritage. At one time in my life I spent eight years doing genealogy research. That was before the internet made it so easy.



I thought I had a very thorough understanding of my background. I had researched and diligently proven all I thought I needed to know all the way back to my ancestor, Charlemagne. 




True, my genetic makeup is mostly northern European as 23andMe revealed. But, Oh! What a surprise it was to learn that I do have that smidgen of Native American that everyone thinks they have but don't. 


And oddly enough, I found out I've got an Ashkenazi ancestor or two. 


I'm going to have to expand my genealogical research. 

I doubt, however, that I will ever find my Neanderthal ancestors, though. Seriously, I've got Neanderthal! 


 I love this stuff. Who am I? Who are you? Are we kin? You betcha!

Cancelling Bears Brown Bag Deliveries

I just cancelled my Santa Cruz Gray Bears brown bag deliveries. Every week I have been receiving it free. The idea is very nice. But, for the little I am able to eat, it is not worth it. I usually have to find someone to take the food off my hands. Not an easy task when I have a limited number of (also elder) friends and am not well quite a bit.

A friend has chickens, and when no one wants the food, I call her and she comes to get it. Chickens don't eat broccoli, so that goes to waste. Continuing to receive the bag of food weekly, it really isn't fair to those who run the program and the volunteers, even though they don't know of my dissatisfaction. Their ideals and commitment to their good deeds deserve to be effective. But, the amount of time I spend calling around to friends to find someone who wants some item of food, is not worth my time and energy, which could be put to better use. And, I can barely eat what I am given. Usually it is the following:

3 potatoes
3 onions
2 bags of salad greens
Brussels sprouts
3 carrots
3 apples
1 can of green beans
occasionally white rice or dried beans in a small plastic baggie
Bread of some sort

Am I being ungrateful? My mother, (RIP) would be quite upset that I don't appreciate what I am given. She would want me to "Eat it all gone! People in India are starving to death!". It has nothing to do with a lack of gratitude. I remember that back in the 1970s it made the news that elders were eating canned cat food because they couldn't afford to buy human tuna. And their lack of balanced nutritional intake contributed to their demise. I'm sure that before this became news it was an ongoing issue for elders and those who were poor but not poor enough to qualify for food stamps, which didn't exist as a regular government program until 1964.

I cannot often eat potatoes. I put them in the vegetable drawer where they get wrinkled and start to grow. Onions are totally out of the question. I would be so sick if I ate them. The doctor warned me not to eat Brussels sprouts due to my propensity to produce bladder stones. Same goes for spinach which is often in one of the salad bags. Green beans, believe it or not contribute to upset stomach along with the dried beans. I've come to the conclusion that I can buy apples without bruises and carrots (which I love) without having to find someone to take the other items. When the chicken lady is not available, most all of it becomes garbage. Sadly, I no longer try to keep a compost bin.

So basically, I can use the rice and bread, though the bread is often out of date and in need of a saw to cut through it. Only kidding about that. A good serrated knife will do the job.

Why don't I just use my food stamps to buy the food I am able to eat? Fifteen dollars a month of food stamp allotment is not sufficient to provide me with adequate nutrition to get through more than a week. And believe it or not, though my income is officially "below the poverty level" I do not qualify for more than the fifteen dollars.

You Can Save a Life

I was diagnosed with Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia September of 2011. I do not qualify for a bone marrow transplant. Presently I am taking a chemo type drug called Sprycel. I need take it for the rest of my life or until there is a cure.

Even though I do not qualify for bone marrow transplant, I would like for you to consider signing up to do so. Contrary to any exaggerated stories you might have heard, it is not a nightmare to go through. Watch the video and read below it, too.

When I was a young woman, I had another cancer. It was called chondrosarcoma. I had a large bone tumor in my pelvis. If it had not been for the generous blood donors who were available at the time, I would not be here today.



Being a Bone Marrow Donor is a lot easier than you think. In most cases all they need is your blood. If you are afraid of needles, ask someone you know if they will be a donor.

Sometimes they need to get marrow directly. This does not involve cutting into your bone. It involves sticking a needle into the bone at the top of your hip and sucking out some marrow. That's it.

I had that done during my bone marrow biopsy. I did it without anesthesia. I was completely numbed in my upper hip. I had no pain to speak of. Less than I have had with an IV. I have had more pain from a dental appointment! Though it may not be the same for everyone, I just want you to know this is not a huge sacrifice in order to save someone's life.

If you saw a person dying and you knew you could help them stay alive, would you do what you could to help?

I hope you will think about this. If it were you needing a bone marrow transplant to save your life, or the life of someone you love, your child maybe, wouldn't you want others to be aware of how they can help?

Check it out:

• Why is there a need for people to join the Be The Match Registry? 
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• I'm already on the NMDP Registry. Do I need to join the Be The Match Registry, too?
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• What is a bone marrow transplant?  
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• How do I become a bone marrow donor? 
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• Why is there sometimes a cost associated with joining the registry?
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• How do I use the registration kit to collect a cheek cell sample?  
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• What is my commitment if I join?  
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• Why does a person have to be 18 to join? Can't my parent sign the consent for me?
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• If I'm over 60, why can't I join? 
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• If I join the Be The Match Registry, how likely is it that I will donate to someone? 
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• Does race or ethnicity affect matching?  
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• What is the donation process like?  
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• Can I get tested for a specific patient or family member?
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Do You Know Your Neighbors?

You never know what is behind the doors of your neighbor's house unless you have visited them and been inside. Or if you peeked into windows. But, that's creepy!

In my neighborhood, some of the neighbors stay to themselves, and I often wonder who they are and what they are like. You can tell a lot about people by the "stuff" they have. For example: If you came inside my house after the first time I invited you in, you would see that I have a lot of cat stuff. Therefore, one could assume I like cats and they'd be correct.

Recently two of these neighbors have had yard sales for the last couple weeks in preparation for moving. Every weekend new items were set out. I went over to one neighbor's yard sale. They had tables set out in their driveway. Everything was set on the tables in an orderly manner with price tags on them. I could tell they put a lot of effort into setting up. Upon chatting with them, I realized by their behavior, straightening things as soon as something was sold that they were orderly people. Perhaps a little overly concerned about neatness. But, I wouldn't complain. It was easy for me to see the things they had for sale. Books were all near other books. All kitchenware all placed together. I learned very quickly that the woman was a librarian and her husband was a bookkeeper. It sort of makes sense. Doesn't it?

I hadn't ever met the  wife of the other couple. She stayed to herself. Whenever she drove into her driveway, she limped quickly into her doorway looking neither right nor left. It was always clear to me she was a very private person. Her husband, Frank, on the other hand was friendly and outgoing. I had often seen him out and chatting with other neighbors and met him a couple times informally.

I had heard that Peggy and Frank only had a month in which to move from their house. I went over to see what they had for sale in their driveway. I quickly realized that Peggy was a genuine "hoarder" as I looked into the open door of the garage where Frank was pulling items out. Boxes and boxes of unrelated items were crammed to the ceiling. Women's items. Shoes, clothing, hats, etc.

Things were piled onto a tarp in the middle of the driveway. Frank brought out one box at a time and emptied them out onto the tarp while Georgia sorted through deciding what to sell and what not to sell. For the most part, as she kneeled on the tarp, she put items back into the box. Frank came out with another box to empty. Peggy hand back to him the previous box. "Take this back." she said.

"Honey, you know we have to get rid of this stuff!" Frank said.

"I know, but some of this is good stuff, collectibles and such. They are worth something!" She said. I saw him roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders as he took the box from her. "If they are worth something, put a price on them and let's sell them and get this done and over with!"

She was silent as she began pawing through the purses he had just dumped on the tarp. Peggy then looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "These are real good purses. Good high fashion designer brands." She held one up, "This is a Ralph Lauren. That one is a Gucci."

"I can see that." I said as I picked one up. "Louis Vuitton?"

 She nodded and wiped a tear off her cheek as Frank came over with another box. "Don't dump those here." Peggy said. They go over on the dresser there. Those are knick knacks." She started putting purses back into the purse box. Something caught my eye, a purse with cats on it.

"Oh! How much do you want for this?" I asked as I picked it up.

"That's a Laurel Burch. That cost about fifty dollars when new."

"Five dollars!" said Frank, as he came back to us with another box to dump on the tarp.

"No!" Peggy said.

"Ten?" Frank said with a smile his face. I could see that by interacting with us, he was encouraging his wife to actually let go and sell the items she so desperately wanted to keep. She looked at him, frowning, and turned to me,"Twenty."

I really wanted the purse with the cats on it! I was just about to give in when Frank looked lovingly at his wife and said. "Peggy, honey, we can't overprice these things. We've GOT to sell stuff quickly or we are not going to make the deadline to get out of here. You don't want to pay rent on two houses at once. Do you?" He looked at me. "The new place we're moving to is much smaller and doesn't have a garage. There's no place to put all this stuff."

I said, "I understand." I smiled at Peggy, still holding the purse in my hand. "How about fifteen dollars?" She slowly nodded and put her hand out. I gave her the money. She looked crestfallen. I was so sad that this sweet couple were in such a dilemma.

The following week, they had another yard sale, and another. But it was clear to me that Frank and Peggy were not making much headway. After they moved, and were gone a couple weeks, I ran into Frank at the grocery store. He told me they had put the extra stuff into a storage facility. I felt sad for them. After all, it costs money to do that and I doubted they would ever empty the storage.

After seeing how emotionally difficult it was for Peggy to sell her stuff and learning of their decision to put things in storage, I had a realization. It made me face the fact of just how much junk I have sitting around that I don't really NEED!

A local cat rescue group, Project Purr, is going to hold a giant Rummage sale next month. I'm cleaning out my closets, drawers and garage, putting things in boxes. I am donating it all directly to Project Purr. I have already taken three carloads of boxes over to them this last two weeks. And now the car is right half packed with another load.

Thank you Frank and Peggy for opening my eyes to my own tendency to hoard.

My Uncle - A Poem

Dean Evans

Does anybody know
I wonder
will they care?
My cousin
just called me,
her father has cancer

He was my uncle who took me in
when I was pregnant;
my uncle who taught me to sing;
my uncle who taught me;
about cleaning carpets;
the value of having a life insurance policy;
who taught me how
to pick up a bowling ball the right way,
and get how to get a strike

My father's little brother,
my uncle called him all the time
to help him get through Dad's last days;
encouraging him to be positive,
to have faith.

He was once a little boy
who my parents took into their home to live
when he no longer had a mother and his Dad was sick.
When my Dad was in his last days
My uncle tolerated Mom's comments to him.
My uncle, no matter how old,
was still the little brother, to her.

I think I will tell my older brother
and I wonder,
does he even know my uncle?
Doe he remember him from 1955?
Will it matter to him
that the last of that generation
will soon no longer be with us?

I think I will tell my sister;
and I wonder,
how well does she know him?
Perhaps from the family gatherings we attended.

I think of my younger brother and believe
he might know my uncle best of all.
He hired our uncle to work for him at one time.

My cousin asked me
to inform this side of the family.
My uncle is sick.
The prognosis is terminal.
I am surprised at myself how emotional I feel.

Elizabeth Munroz
November 11, 2007

Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden 1837 Charleston, Delmar, Tioga County, Pennsylvania

Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden

Generation No. 1

1.  ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹ BORDEN  (ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 1837 in Charleston, Delmar, Tioga Co. PA, and died Aft. 1907 in Stokesdale or Wellsboro Pa Possibly Corning, Steuben Co. NY.  He married EMMA CALLENDER PRATT.  She was born 03 March 1835 in Addison or West Burlington, VT.

More About ALVIN SAMUEL BORDEN:

Burial: Delmar

       

Children of ALVIN BORDEN and EMMA PRATT are:

                  i.    BETTY²⁰ BORDEN.

                 ii.    NATALIE BORDEN.

2.             iii.    JULIAN G. BORDEN, b. June 1860.

3.             iv.    JULIAN BORDEN, b. 1861, Tioga Co. PA.

                 v.    ANNA ELIZABETH BORDEN, b. 22 May 1863; m. DEVILLE DEXTER.

                vi.    RICHARD C. BORDEN, b. 1866, Delmar, Tioga Co. PA; d. 23 October 1869, Delmar, Tioga Co. PA at age 3 yrs 2 mo 22 days.

4.            vii.    MYRON ROCKWELL BORDEN, b. 09 August 1869, Delmar, Tioga Co.  PA; d. 09 May 1930, Catlin Hollow,  PA.

5.           viii.    WALTER F. BORDEN, b. 1873; d. 1915.

Generation No. 2

2.  JULIAN G.²⁰ BORDEN (ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born June 1860.  He married ADDIE WILSON, daughter of BAXTER WILSON and MARTHA KENNEDY.  She was born 1865 in Delmar, Tioga Co.  PA.

       

Children of JULIAN BORDEN and ADDIE WILSON are:

                  i.    FLORA²¹ BORDEN.

                 ii.    BERNARD BORDEN.

                iii.    NATALIE BORDEN.

3.  JULIAN²⁰ BORDEN (ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 1861 in Tioga Co. PA.  He married ADDIE WILSON, daughter of BAXTER WILSON and MARTHA KENNEDY.  She was born 1865 in Delmar, Tioga Co.  PA.

More About JULIAN BORDEN:

Occupation: 1897, Blacksmith according to Tioga Co Birth Recs

Residence: 1897, Delmar, Tioga Co. PA according to Tioga Co Birth Recs

       

Children of JULIAN BORDEN and ADDIE WILSON are:

6.               i.    RUPERT VANTILE²¹ BORDEN, b. 24 May 1893, Little Marsh, Tioga co. PA; d. 30 December 1982, Wellsboro, PA.

                 ii.    CARL B BORDEN, b. 16 September 1888, Draper, PA?; d. 23 November 1973, Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hospital, Wellsboro,Tioga Co, PA.

Notes for CARL B BORDEN:

BORDEN

Carl B. Borden, 85 of Crooked Creek RD 1, Tioga County, died Friday, Nov. 23, 1973, in Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hospital, Wellsboro.

He was born in Draper on Sept. 16, 1888, a son of Julian and Addie Wilson Borden.

Mr. Borden was a retired farmer.

Surviving are a sister, Mrs. Natalie Hilborn of Jersey Shore and a brother Ruppert Borden, of Crooked Creek.

The funeral was held Monday at the Tussey Funeral Home, 139 Main Street, Wellsboro, with the Rev. James Snyder, pastor of the Holiday Baptist Church, Holiday, officiating. Burial was in Holiday Cemetery.

From: http://www.rootsweb.com/~srgp/clippings/tcobt179.htm

More About CARL B BORDEN:

Burial: Holiday Cemetery

Residence: 1973, Crooked Creek, PA

                iii.    NATALIE BORDEN, m. MR. HILBORN.

                iv.    UNKNOWN BORDEN, b. 13 September 1897.

4.  MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰ BORDEN (ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 09 August 1869 in Delmar, Tioga Co.  PA, and died 09 May 1930 in Catlin Hollow,  PA.  He married ORILLA DAVIS 24 March 1901 in Little Marsh,  PA, daughter of ALFRED DAVIS and CARRIE BREWER.  She was born 04 July 1884 in Little Marsh, Tioga Co. PA, and died 11 January 1947 in Olean, NY.

More About MYRON ROCKWELL BORDEN:

Burial: Keeneyville

Census: 1920, 47 Jackson Creek Road listed as mortgaged owner of house aged 49 , nephew Homer D. Borden lives with them Orilla D. is age 35, Carrie C. is age 15, Alvin J. is 7, Homer is 21

Occupation: 1920, listed as Blacksmith with own shop

More About ORILLA DAVIS:

Burial: Keeneyville Cem

Inheritance: Aft. 1942, Fur coat (black seal) Won money at the movie theater show, they had a drawing, she had always wanted one, so she had it and wore it until she passed on, and it was passed on to Genevieve, Suzan, Carol then passed it to Peggy Staples Bailey.

       

Children of MYRON BORDEN and ORILLA DAVIS are:

                  i.    ANOTHER CHILD²¹ BORDEN.

                 ii.    RICHARD G BORDEN, b. 1906, Morris, PA; d. 16 August, Corning, NY.

More About RICHARD G BORDEN:

Burial: Keeneyville Cemetary, PA Dysentery

7.             iii.    CARRIE CALLENDAR BORDEN, b. 17 April 1904, Corning NY; d. 24 March 1945, Ithaca, Tompkins Co. NY.

8.             iv.    ALVIN JAMES BORDEN, b. 18 July 1912, Corning NY; d. 19 May 1967, Arnot-Ogden Hospital in Elmira NY.

9.              v.    GENEVIEVE EVELYN BORDEN, b. 09 February 1920, Erin, NY Breeseport, NY, Horseheads Twp.

5.  WALTER F.²⁰ BORDEN (ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 1873, and died 1915.  He married (1) GERALDINE.    He married (2) MARGARET M.. 

More About WALTER F. BORDEN:

Burial: Kennedy Cemetary, Delmar, Tioga Co. PA

       

Child of WALTER BORDEN and GERALDINE is:

                  i.    EMMA²¹ BORDEN.

Generation No. 3

6.  RUPERT VANTILE²¹ BORDEN (JULIAN²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 24 May 1893 in Little Marsh, Tioga co. PA, and died 30 December 1982 in Wellsboro, PA.  He married (1) ADDIE.    He married (2) EVA MAE LEWIS 23 December 1919, daughter of ERVIN LEWIS and NETTIE HOLLIDAY.  She was born 19 April 1901 in Crooked Creek PA, and died September 1986.

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Burial: Holiday Cemetary

Residence: November 1973, Crooked Creek, PA

       

Children of RUPERT BORDEN and ADDIE are:

                  i.    WAYNE²² BORDEN.

                 ii.    WADE BORDEN.

                iii.    VELVA BORDEN.

                iv.    GERTRUDE BORDEN.

       

Children of RUPERT BORDEN and EVA LEWIS are:

10.            v.    EVA MAE²² BORDEN, b. August 1927, Crooked Creek PA; d. September 1974, Brockport, NY.

11.           vi.    VELVA MAE BORDEN, b. 02 January 1924, Crooked Creek PA.

7.  CARRIE CALLENDAR²¹ BORDEN (MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 17 April 1904 in Corning NY, and died 24 March 1945 in Ithaca, Tompkins Co. NY.  She married ALVA ARNOT STAPLES 1923 in Elmira, NY, son of HERBERT STAPLES and IDA MAY.  He was born July 1899 in Erin, Chemung Co, NY, and died 18 August 1949 in Erin, Chemung Co, NY.

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Burial: Scotchtown Cemetery

More About ALVA ARNOT STAPLES:

Burial: Scotchtown Cemetery

       

Children of CARRIE BORDEN and ALVA STAPLES are:

                  i.    MARJORIE DORIS²² STAPLES, b. 1925, Elmira NY; d. 11 March 1926.

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Burial: Scotchtown Cemetary

12.            ii.    MYRON DONALD STAPLES, b. 21 January 1927, Elmira Hts, Chemung Co. NY.

                iii.    SHIRLEY ELLEN STAPLES, b. 1928, Etna, Freeville, NY; d. 21 October 1935, Polio.

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Burial: Scotchtown Cemetary

13.           iv.    CARL HERBERT STAPLES, b. 29 November 1936, Etna, Freeville,  Tompkins Co, NY.

14.            v.    XXXX XXXX STAPLES, b. August 1939, Freeville Farmhouse NY.

15.           vi.    ELLEN DORIS STAPLES, b. 1935; d. 1986, Elmira, NY.

8.  ALVIN JAMES²¹ BORDEN (MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 18 July 1912 in Corning NY, and died 19 May 1967 in Arnot-Ogden Hospital in Elmira NY.  He married VELVA MAE BORDEN February 1947, daughter of RUPERT BORDEN and EVA LEWIS.  She was born 02 January 1924 in Crooked Creek PA.

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Burial: Union Cemetary, Middlebury, PA

Occupation: Employed for 20 years at the main plant at Corning Glass Works

Residence: 1967, Painted Post, RD 2

       

9.  GENEVIEVE EVELYN²¹ BORDEN (MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 09 February 1920 in Erin, NY Breeseport, NY, Horseheads Twp.  She married JAMES DEFOREST DEANE 16 May 1937 in Port Allegany, PA, son of FRANK DEAN and JESSIE EVANS.  He was born 16 May 1915 in Redhouse, NY.

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Occupation: 04 April 1924, Editor of Kinzua Weekly World, Kinzua PA. (Helped by Mama, Jessie Mary Evans Dean)  personals: states that Mrs. M.F. Evans of Salamanca, NY is in Kinzua caring for her daughter, Mrs. F. C. Deane, and a newly arrived son.

       

Generation No. 4

10.  EVA MAE²² BORDEN (RUPERT VANTILE²¹, JULIAN²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born August 1927 in Crooked Creek PA, and died September 1974 in Brockport, NY.  She married MYRON DONALD STAPLES 1947 in Pt. Allegany PA, son of ALVA STAPLES and CARRIE BORDEN.  He was born 21 January 1927 in Elmira Hts, Chemung Co. NY.

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Burial: May 1975

       

11.  VELVA MAE²² BORDEN (RUPERT VANTILE²¹, JULIAN²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 02 January 1924 in Crooked Creek PA.  She married ALVIN JAMES BORDEN February 1947, son of MYRON BORDEN and ORILLA DAVIS.  He was born 18 July 1912 in Corning NY, and died 19 May 1967 in Arnot-Ogden Hospital in Elmira NY.

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Burial: Union Cemetary, Middlebury, PA

Occupation: Employed for 20 years at the main plant at Corning Glass Works

Residence: 1967, Painted Post, RD 2

12.  MYRON DONALD²² STAPLES (CARRIE CALLENDAR²¹ BORDEN, MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 21 January 1927 in Elmira Hts, Chemung Co. NY.  He married EVA MAE BORDEN 1947 in Pt. Allegany PA, daughter of RUPERT BORDEN and EVA LEWIS.  She was born August 1927 in Crooked Creek PA, and died September 1974 in Brockport, NY.

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Burial: May 1975

13.  CARL HERBERT²² STAPLES (CARRIE CALLENDAR²¹ BORDEN, MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 29 November 1936 in Etna, Freeville,  Tompkins Co, NY.

       

Children of CARL HERBERT STAPLES are:

                  i.    XXXX²³ STAPLES.

                 ii.    XXXX STAPLES.

                iii.   XXXX STAPLES.

14.  XXXX XXXX²² STAPLES (CARRIE CALLENDAR²¹ BORDEN, MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born August 1939 in Freeville Farmhouse NY.  He married LOIS. 

15.  ELLEN DORIS²² STAPLES (CARRIE CALLENDAR²¹ BORDEN, MYRON ROCKWELL²⁰, ALVIN SAMUEL¹⁹, ANSIL¹⁸, SELDON¹⁷, SAMUEL¹⁶, SAMUEL¹⁵, JOHN¹⁴, JOHN¹³, MATTHEW¹², THOMAS¹¹, WILLIAM¹⁰, EDMUND⁹, WILLIAM⁸, JOHN⁷, THOMAS⁶, HENRY⁵, THOMAS⁴ DE BOURDON, RICHARD³, FRANCIS² DE BORDON, SIMON¹ DE BOURDON) was born 1935, and died 1986 in Elmira, NY.  She married HENRY BAILEY. 

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Children of ELLEN (called Peggy) STAPLES and HENRY BAILEY are:

                  i.    XXXX²³ BAILEY.

                 ii.    XXXX BAILEY.

Note:  had six kids total