305. Neil Crossen (Thomas Crossen , John Crossen , William Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
They had the following children:
465 M i Michael Crossen 466 M ii Gareth Crossen 467 F iii Leslie Crossen
306. Rosemary Crossen (Thomas Crossen , John Crossen , William Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
They had the following children:
468 M i Roy Reid 469 F ii Janet Reid
320. John Wallace Thompson (John Franklin Thompson , Ellen Crossen , Robert Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr ) was born 1 on 21 Apr 1918 in Toledo, Lucas County, Ohio. He died 2, 3 on 6 May 2001 in St Pete Beach, Florida. He was buried 4 in (actually cremated) at Bay Area Crematory, Clearwater, Florida.
John was born at Flower Hospital, Toledo, Ohio.
Graduate of Scott High School, Toledo, Ohio
They were married at home in Toledo, Ohio
John married 1, 2 Evelyn Patricia Allen on 2 Sep 1938 in Toledo, Lucas County, Ohio. Evelyn was born 3 on 2 Jun 1919 in Indianapolis, Indiana. She died 4 on 12 Nov 2004 in St Petersburg, Florida. She was buried Cremated in St Petersburg, Florida. Evelyn was baptized 5 in Point Place Union Church, Toledo, Ohio.
Graduate of Point Place High School, Toledo, Ohio
1968 trip to Europe. Trip diary in files.
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Transcribed on June 19, 2001 from a hand written document.(This document was written by Evelyn Patricia (Allen) Thompson and transcribed by her son John Wallace Thompson, II. The document was discovered in her files when we emptied her house after the death of her husband on May 6, 2001. There was no date indicating exactly when it was written, but from dates mentioned in the text it was probably 1993 and/or early 1994).
I am a child of God created by Him and for Him. I gave my life to him at the age of 12. After high school I attended Business College and earned a degree in Business Administration.
My high school boy friend left Toledo after graduation to work in the winery on Middle Bass Island, Lake Erie. He lived in the Bowling Green jail, earning his keep by cleaning the jail building and cells. He earned his way through college by living at the jail and working summers at the winery. We saw very little of each other, just 3 or 4 trips to Port Clinton to picnic with him and his family the first summer after graduation.
I worked for Independent Discount Co. (a mortgage company) filing mortgages on cars and household goods and recording payments to accounts. It was at the CourtHouse where the filing clerk asked me to meet someone who had just been “dumped” by his fiancé. So John and I were introduced. We talked several times when at the CourtHouse. Then he would walk me back to my office and finally asked me out. I refused. I talked to Harry (probably her high school boy friend) that night and he said go on and date him. My Rainbow Girl Association had a spring dance coming up. I asked John to go with me. He wanted to! I made myself what I though was a beautiful formal. John came for me, met the family, 3 brothers, 2 sisters, mother and grandfather, and made a big hit with my mother and grandfather and off we went for a wonderful evening. My Rainbow friends and chaperones were very impressed.
I was prepared to take the CPA test at Columbus that fall but instead John and I were married September 2, 1938. John Jr. was born April 9, 1940 and John was transferred to Dayton to become Manager of Associate Investments Company there. Once Associates Company knew he was dating someone from a rival discount company they claimed conflict of interest and it was decided I should change jobs! Hertzfeld Oldsmobile Company (one of Independents dealers) asked me to come work for him. I did.
I worked for Hertzfeld until John Jr. was born. After John Jr. arrived John Sr. “promotion” came. He went on to Dayton and I went back home with baby John until he could get settled and find us a home in Dayton. I went back to work for Hertzfeld when baby John was 6 weeks old. Then started night school at the University of Toledo. It was a 5 hour drive between Toledo and Dayton and John came home every other weekend. Finding a place for us to live was not easy and very discouraging (yes, before the expressway!). Jim was due in March of 1943. My best friend took me to the hospital while John was on his way back to Toledo. Jim was a breech so his delivery was followed with the amputation of my cervix. I was to have no more children. My university classes were wonderful and I know I was doing what God wanted me to do. John moved us to Dayton between Christmas and New Year’s of 1942. We moved into 468 Allwen Drive, Dayton, Ohio, and the following mid-January he took Johnny and me back to Toledo to wait for Jim’s arrival. More separation, but at least John was no longer in a rooming house. Jim arrived March 2, 1943 during a very bad winter storm. My ride to the hospital was wild. I was very happy we arrived! Vivian went home immediately to avoid worsening conditions. John Sr. arrived late that evening. Ten days later he returned to get me out of the hospital, pick up Johnny from grandmothers and we were going home at last. But at grandmothers I stepped out of the car on some ice, fell and we went straight back to the hospital. My ankle was broken. Dr. Dougherty laughed! He knew I was going to stay off my feet as he had told me to! He put the cast on (clear to my knee), gave me enough codeine to get me home and the name of the doctor to contact immediately. So back to mother’s to pick up Johnny and Jim (I stayed in the car), loaded up our things and headed out on the longest trip I ever want to take anywhere! We arrived in good time for weather conditions. Aileen, John’s sister who lived with us took charge of the babies and made me a bed on the living room couch. Next morning John made an appointment with the recommended doctor and neighbors started bring in food and advice. We got to the doctor’s office for full examination which I didn’t understand, and then x-rays of my ankle, etc. I had had enough! Then back home to try to settle down. Frustration is a big word but does not come close to my condition at that time! Fortunately Jimmy was a good baby. Johnny helped all he could as a three year old and Aileen was wonderful. John worked long hours but stopped by home several times each day. Our neighbor contacted Grace Church and Dr. Werner called on us. We asked him to transfer our letters, which he did. We would take our vows as soon as I was allowed to walk. People from Grace Church called on us daily, bringing in food, giving Aileen a chance to catch her breath and cheered us all up immensely. I did not have time to miss Toledo, the University, or my job. Harold Hertzfeld, my boss in Toledo, drove to Dayton to see us. He though we should return to Toledo so I could work for him again (a real morale booster! Father figure and very good friend).
Johnny suggested I ride on his scooter. So from couch to scooter, Dad, Johnny and Jim pushed and pulled me from place to place, and then to the stairway so I could sit and go up step by step while they carried my leg!
Things began to settle down. Transferred my college work to University of Dayton and got involved at church. John’s work was going well and we found a house we both liked (looked much like the Toledo house John had grown up in). Aileen had gone to work and met some very nice people and formed many close friendships. So we made an offer on the house at 1725 Grand Avenue and moved in on an August day in 1946.
Fred was born (not supposed to have any more children? Well Frederick Earl was full term, easiest birth of the three and weighed 9lbs 12oz! Looked like he was six months old at birth!), and it was July 14, 1947.
Finished my University studies and my Professor advisor recommended Seminary. “Pat, you belong in ministry”. So to United (name just changed from Bonebinke) and was happier than anyone has a right to be. The church asked me to serve, sent me to Scarritt. I had had several l 3-week symposiums at Estes Park, Junaluska, Iowa, and Scarritt and wanted to become a minister. Ohio Conference did not ordain women (slow, inhibited learners those men!) but I could go for Diaconal relationships! Diaconal had been “manufactured” to recognize Deacons of the church and I would have no part of it. So I was consecrated Director of Religious Education (later changed to Christian Education) and agreed to serve as such at Grace Church. Had already been serving since 1945 as Children’s Director and had excellent relationships with Dr; Werner who became Bishop, Gaston Foote from Texas and Homer Vanderpool who came to us from Kentucky. All three men were tremendous preachers and leaders who seemingly appreciated me and my efforts. John and I were close friends with each of them and their families.
John’s company dissolved and he went back to school in Chicago to become an audiologist dealing with hearing problems with which he was thoroughly entrenched. At age of seven he had scarlet fever which left him with double mastoids. Dr. Dougherty performed surgery on both of his ears on the dining room table in his home. Mother Thompson had to assist him. John’s right eardrum was punctured and his left eardrum was removed. He suffered a great deal of pain as well as adjustment and of course his brother (15 years older and his sister Aileen 13 years older) doted on his every wish. He could do no wrong! As a hearing analyst and hearing aid specialist he was a natural and soon enjoyed a very satisfying occupation. He loved helping people learn to hear and was very good at it.
A debilitating accident on January 25, 1958 (a lady lost control of her car on an icy bridge at the Children’s Home in Xenia and totaled his car (left front) and nearly him). The call came into the church. Dr. McPherson was in the office and I knew something was terribly wrong when he, Catherine and Jane rushed upstairs to me in my office. Dr. Mac said “Put your coat on. John has been hurt and we are going to Springfield. Catherine in calling Aileen. Jane is going to your house to tell Mrs. Little and arrange for her to stay (or Jane would) with the boys until we get back. Nell knows what I’m doing”. I didn’t comprehend anything but put on my coat and we left. He later told me I just turned white as a ghost but said nothing until after we were on the road to Springfield. John was critically injured. Severe brain damage, badly bruised all over his body and badly traumatized. He kept saying “watch the children” which made no sense until much later. They did not expect him to live. Dr. Mac insisted on my going home so we did. Once he dropped me off at the church to get my car I drove home, checked on the boys who were asleep as was Mrs. Little. Jane called to see if I was back and I told her I had to go back to John. She said wait for me! And her Jerry brought her right over and we went back to Springfield. Jane talked a “blue streak” the whole way and I wanted to scream “Shut Up”! (She later told me she knew what I was thinking but felt she had to keep me “on track”). She succeeded in getting us there and was a great comfort. Friends are a very great blessing and I thank God for each and every one every day. John was in critical condition for almost three weeks and then was transferred to a nursing care center near our home in Dayton. The load lightened a little although he was still way out in “left field”. The doctors were most non-committal. But very slowly he began to recognize me and then Dr. Mac. Others who visited were never acknowledged in any way. Six weeks later the doctors released him to go home, “there was nothing more they could do for him”. Well there had to be! I finally heard myself saying to him “you’ve enjoyed all this attention long enough now start thinking about doing something about it”! I feel God had taken over and was trying to reach him. With tears in his eyes he sat up on the side of his bed and asked for his clothes. The boys and I walked him to the bathroom and they helped him sponge bathe and dress. I changed and made his bed without having to move him for the first time and felt I was a very mean person. But we then had dinner together in his room at a card table. The boys were delighted. John actually laughed and made jokes. I felt the family was alive once more. This became a ritual with John staying up a little longer each day and finally was getting up in the morning, resting a little after lunch and then coming downstairs for dinner and the evening. He was making real progress. The doctor approved of his progress and decided next check up would be in his office. Ride in the car? Scared me! But two weeks later we walked him out the back door, down the several steps and the long distance to the garage to get into the car. He made it. I drove slowly and he flinched, reached out for the dashboard and was extremely nervous as I passed parked cars or turned a corner. Salem Avenue was sheer terror for him. The doctor gave him medication to calm down and praised him for the effort. John was very relieved when we arrived home but was calmer. We made that trip every two weeks for sometime and finally “graduated” to monthly visits. About this time Dr Mac announced to him it was about time he got back to church! So we took him to church the next Sunday and of course he was a new person afterwards. The people were glad to see him and praised him for making the effort and asked how soon he would again help in the Sunday school office on Sunday’s! (He helped record the attendance and offering records and made lists of absentees to be written to or called on each week, three men worked together and they were great friends). And one Sunday in January 1960 he returned to his post! It had been two years!
John Jr. was doing well his second year at Otterbein College. Bonnie Beeler and he met there and became sweethearts and wanted to get married. Bonnie’s folks arranged for the wedding to take place in their Presbyterian Church in Hamilton, Ohio. It was a very nice wedding and reception. John Jr. and Bonnie left on their honeymoon and John Sr. though very tired had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Second year at school was too young for marriage as far as I was concerned but I did not object. (My mother thought I was “losing it”!)
July of 1960 I enjoyed a 3-week trip to Europe as a “tag-a-long” member of Dr. Mac’s annual European tour. “Tag-a-long” member simply meant I was classified as a tour member at tour rates but went at a different time and was on my own. London, Paris, Oberammergan for the Passion Play, and Rome was my itinerary. Loved every minute of it. Used my four years of French and could make clerks understand what I needed but couldn’t understand their replies! I knew the language but they knew the usage of it! Anyway it was very interesting to try! Met many wonderful people and it was a great experience. The trip really helped me get my focus back and John and the boys were well cared for by sister Aileen while I was gone. He did start back to work while I was gone and though it was very trying, he stuck it out and seemed to be doing very well on my return. Jim and Fred and Aileen pampered him, which he loved. I tried very hard not to push - just wanted to “go with the flow” until he found himself. No, it was not easy. My sorely lacking patience was thoroughly tried. Dr. Mac as only a true friend would, visited on morning devotions together in our Bishop’s Chapel.
His genuine caring lectures not only soothed by strengthened me to meet each day as it was and I finally came to grips with the real situation and began to heal. I prefer morning devotions to this day and it still makes a very large difference in each day. I miss Dr. Mac very much and I still “hear” what he would be saying if he were here today. Our many friends were always close by and I wish it were possible to properly thank each and everyone for what they have meant to us. God’s love is our sustenance.
Dr. Mac reached his 72nd birthday in 1970 and so of course was to retire. Claire Warden was assigned to come to Grace Church. We all knew how he felt about women in ministry and though I tried to serve as he said he wanted me to I knew it was senseless so I retired in December of his appointment year. He didn’t speak to me. He did have a total nervous breakdown the following February and died shortly thereafter. His wife, a friend of mine, said he “might find the peace he so desperately wanted, in death”. He could never find it in life with his attitude about women. I feel badly to this day that I wasn’t wise enough to help him through such trauma. He had been a vibrant youth minister at Miami University where he served before Grace. At Grace he had a few college students (except when they were home for the holidays) and many, many older members most of who were women. With these women and two staff women and four women secretaries he may have been overwhelmed. We all tried to be of help but I doubt if any of us were.
When I left Grace Church we bought property on Edgewood Avenue, in a run down underprivileged neighborhood. We picked up where Grace Church dropped them because Claire Warden didn’t believe in the center we had developed. Harmony Center, an 1850 brick farmhouse was now serving and thriving. The people and children were delighted with the effort and really blossomed. Young people started back to school. Tutoring helped every afternoon. Pre-schoolers were cared for during each day and mothers soon found jobs. Sunday morning found us working together as a church. It was a glorious seven years and when the people were content on their own we closed and sold the property.
We left Dayton and bought property at Indian Lake just a few miles from Fred and Penny, Dawn, Heather and Cody and moved there in 1979. Several families from Grace had homes there too and the Ray Kronenburrgers were on our doorstep when we arrived. The following week they brought the Chamber of Commerce president to call on us and asked me to consider a position as Director of the Chamber of Commerce. “They needed someone with my educational background and experience”! I really had not contemplated working again. But I did agree to meet with the board, was treated royally, noting I had no experience in such a position. This was countered with my business background (Harold Hertzfeld and Ray Kronenberger were close friends). I felt I had been “snowed” but I agreed to a three-month trial. I loved meeting the people who were very generous in calling at the office offering tidbits of all that had been done at the lake, it’s history and hopes for the future. Any everyone warned me about the antagonism between the businessmen from the north and south sides of the lake. So I organized the office, made lists of businesses, solicited memberships (yes even from those who were already members), suggested associate memberships for the hesitant ones, and insisted on meetings between the north and south side businessmen. They just needed a little “mothering” and were gentlemanly enough to listen to some visionary ideas to commercializing the area. Before they realized it they were mapping out strategies TOGETHER. Both groups became solid members of the Chamber, new and very precious friend. The three months sailed by and I told the board they’d have to ask me to leave, that I loved that place! Kronrnberger said he knew I would - now that’s a manipulation! At any rate we had a very great relationship through the Chamber for over seven years and the Lake as well as the Chamber prospered.
Fred and Penny received a beautiful opportunity to move to Florida. Fred could at long last develop his dream to convert standard kitchens, entrances, and homes into “handicap friendly” habitats. He helped develop the electronic “necklaces” and bracelets and voice boxes people could use to call for assistance with a touch or a word. The concept was becoming very much in demand and he altered many homes so wheel chair bound persons could take care of themselves without a struggle. He is doing very well.
So mom and dad were alone (loving it but missing all three families) when John Jr. called to say - “Mom, Dad, Bev and I can have the home of our dreams in Louisville if you two would move into the upstairs apartment. How about it?” We replied - “how soon can you come for us?” July 4th weekend! (one week to sell house and pack! Help!). Kronenberger knew someone wanting a home. He called, they came, and the house was sold! We packed. John Jr. came from Louisville, Fred and Cody flew in from Florida, Jim and Sharon came from St Louis, packed the truck and left for Louisville. John and I cleaned up the empty house, closed the sale and within four hours were on our way. We arrived as they were finishing unloading our “stuff”. I had gotten rid of everything but we still had too much. I was grateful for two large attic areas. We loved the place looking out over the Ohio River, watching cattle, deer and horses play around in the field between our place and the river. With just six homes in this particular section we soon knew our neighbors, learned much about Henry Wallace the landowner and knew we had made a good move. John Sr. had just under three acres to cut and rake and I could envision many flowerbeds. So we dug up weeds, cut grass, planned several flowerbeds and started shaping up a soon to be beautiful yard. There was also a horseshoe pit. John Sr. was in his glory and challenged everyone who came near. Bev soon brought her mother to live in a separate (but part of) wing. And we had a very nice five-room apartment upstairs, plus the two attics. Marge had her bedroom, a sitting room, and her own bath. John and Bev had a huge kitchen, dining room, sitting room, two bedrooms, plus a huge family room, which held his pool/Ping-Pong table and living room furniture and a huge fireplace. This soon became the gathering place. Plus a 2 ½ car garage with covered patios between house and garage. Country elegance. We loved it. Soon had to do some shopping and John Jr. gave me explicit directions to K-Mart on Westport Road. I can follow directions fairly well (?) but had to start out without explicit notes in my hand is disastrous. At any rate Brownsboro Road was easy. Route 841 gave no problem and soon I was exiting onto Westport Road.
As I neared a large seemingly uninhabited space I saw the church. Looked for and found the sigh Watkins Memorial United Methodist and I knew it was where I belonged. I sincerely feel all of our life together, as well as my prior to John life, had been carefully mapped out and led by God. I only wish I could be as sure that I have done all He wanted me to do. I will continue to try. I was at Watkins Church at 8:45 the following Sunday and found a very warm and cordial welcoming. Bill called on us the following week and we felt we were home again. And you know the rest of the story.Pastor Jim Byrd and his wife Lucy were most cordial but there was an undercurrent of trauma that was most disconcerting. The choir director dictated, the secretary was frustrated and soon left. I was shunned because I wouldn’t listen to the choir director and openly supported Pastor Jim. Many people seemed totally disillusioned. Then came the “asbestos” thing, totally erroneous and blown far beyond reality or common sense. I believe the “Christian” way would have been to put a total and complete stop to all the discussions (rumors), answer the State and the one frightened, advantage-seeking mother who had no grounds for the attention she wanted, and order the contractor to make the corrections and go home. Instead, the desire seemed to be to kill the church and glorify Satan. I believe this analysis has been proven in the ensuing years of dragging feet and spending good money for a bad purpose. I may very easily stand alone on this thought, but stand I do.
Pastor Jim aged incredibly and was quite visibly shaken when he asked to be moved. It was good for him and it was great watching him “come back” to his former fine self once he left Watkins.
It was also extremely good for Watkins when Paul and Sally arrived and took over the reins. Paul very wisely put everything in perspective and caused an almost immediate healing. He is magnificent in the pulpit and most sincere in all his efforts to accept things as he found them, gently but wisely make the changes he deemed wise, including necessary staff changes, and moving into His way. It was a great privilege to work with him, disagreeing on occasion, but accepting his desires. I am very grateful he didn’t publicly shout hurrah when I resigned! At least I didn’t hear it.
My resignation was for personal reasons only, dealing with a next to impossible home situation which was affecting my devotion to Watkins. I believe it was in God’s purpose that I move John and me to Florida, Aldersgate, and Fred. John was far more ill than I realized. Aldersgate needs help with her children’s ministry and Fred is very, very good with his father.
Paul is using “my” people in leadership roles to his great benefit. It is being used more advantageously as well as successfully and with just one exception he has a strong, dedicated and committed structure of operation. His personal greatness will soon be forefront and accepted as it should be.
The doors of true service are wide open for me to serve God and His little children through Aldersgate. My desire is to follow His lead and do His will only.
Today I am trying to say “arevoir” and it is the hardest task I have ever undertaken but God is urging, Paul is very supportive and I have a job to do. Watkins and Paul are a very precious part of my life and I thank God for all his goodness to me throughout these many 74 years.
Pat
St Petersburg: 8:00am left Louisville. November 25, 1993. Arrived at Fred’s at 2:30am Friday. Stopped on the way to give John Jr. some respite because he alone drove the 24 ft truck the entire trip pulling my car on a trailer behind. Bev and I alternated driving John and Bev’s van. We had food and water and soft drinks in both vehicles. But of course stopped for gas and rest stops. Traffic was light and we drove at a steady rate until we reached the mountains. We took route 65 south to almost Nashville. Then route 24 to 75 to 275 past Tampa airport, drove across long bridge to exit marked St Petersburg/Treasure Island, 5th Avenue west to dead end at Park Street. Left on Causeway Blvd to 7882 (1st house beyond corner on right). FRED’s!! Driveway was full, everyone waiting. 18 ½ hours on the road and really tired but oh so happy to be there. Fred, Penny, Dawn and Todd, Heather and Ed, and Cody all wide awake to learn who won the pool (time of arrival and hours on the road). Such an argument we had caused. Penny’s sister Judy won. She and husband Bruce had given up and gone home thinking we had stopped at a motel. That would have been far too wise for this troop. Anyway we chattered and were so glad to be together but finally had to lie down. Me with Heather. Ed went home. Dawn and Todd went home. Grandpa with Cody. John and Bev in Fred and Penny’s room. Fred and Penny on daybed couch in living room. No time was set for rising. But we did awaken about 7:30am. Took turns in bathroom while Penny prepared breakfast. It was delightful being together around their table and breakfast was truly wonderful. We enjoy truly great times when we’re together. Ed arrived thinking he would have to wake us up. After breakfast we got back in the truck and cars, the hardest part of the whole trip, and followed Fred to 7300 1st Avenue South, 5 blocks. Backed truck up to carport and saw our new home for the first time. One story, concrete block, white. Shed was open so we looked in. Shed is opposite screened in porch, which I immediately loved for my houseplants. The house itself is small but compact and most comfortable. Kitchen, dinette on street side. Living room on backside. Dar end, hall with linen closet, bath door, 3’ was corner, bedroom, small wall, 2nd bedroom, fully carpeted and clean. We felt we were home! So our precious crew unloaded the truck trying very diligently to put things as I decided where they belonged. We work together as a great team. In just four hours we unloaded and John Jr. and Fred were taking the truck to drop off point. They were back within the hour and we had arranged most of the furniture starting with the bedrooms, then the living room and finally the kitchen/dinette. The porch looked great with the houseplants. And we had food on the table! Coffeepot was brewing, soft drinks in the refrigerator, and everyone was on his own. We ate and laughed. Walked around this corner lot and laughed. It was better to laugh because the “jungle” was enough to make one cry. The next two Saturdays were signed up for manpower, rakes, clippers for the wild vines, and trailer to haul away the debris. I felt like Madam Owen Bee herself!About 8pm Fred and Penny took John and Bev to their house to get some much-needed rest before leaving Sunday AM for Louisville. The others left too and we took on the new situation. John and I just looked at each other, watched a little TV news, fell asleep and went to bed. We awakened at our usual hour, dressed and went to Fred’s to bid John and Bev farewell. We got them up, had breakfast together and cried when they left.
We dearly loved the time we were with John and Bev. They are always so thoughtful and considerate of every part of our lives and always doing something for us as well as with us. We are extremely fortunate parents of three outstanding sons plus their wives (daughters, which all three know I wanted, more than anything!). John Jr’s Bonnie and Debbie made a mockery of their lives in their demands for money, money, money not realizing or knowing the destruction they caused for themselves. Jim’s Judy wanted glamour, constant attention and money instantly instead of realizing building a sound relationship would give all they could desire and more. We pity all three and trust they might eventually have what they desire. Our three sons are not flashy but solid, steady, determined workers for the goals they set for themselves, deeply rooted in their love of God and most compassionate for any one in need. We are extremely fortunate parents to have three outstanding, loving, faithful and successful men in their own rights.
I remember, still vividly, John Jr’s 5th grade teacher who I offered to help in teaching geography. I felt strongly that her class would not learn the beauty or importance of knowing geography by coloring maps! She said to Johnny “Johnny, you are such an outstanding boy to have such parents!”. She did not return to Jefferson school the next year.
I believe we were at least average parents. We read to the boys, played with them, were very interested in everything they wanted to do. I led three Cub Scout groups, one for each son. Encouraged John Jr. throughout his Scouting days. He participated in the six-week summer Jamboree in California when he was 13. He earned his Eagle rank. He and Jim each had early morning paper route. Dad helped on the bad days. We both looked for them several times they did not return home on time. Dad drove and I walked the routes and found them each time in one of the apartment buildings where they had customers. They fell asleep on the stairways when they sat down to warm up before returning outside. So on the really cold mornings Dad or I drove them around the routes. On nice days they hurried their deliveries so one would beat the other home to get to the piano first and practice before breakfast. Those were extremely happy days and I treasure the memories. Fred followed his brother’s footsteps in total! But also accompanied his mother on her 3 week seminar studies. Student’s children and youth were always encouraged to participate at the church camp programs while the seminars were in session. It was a great experience for Fred and I believe most beneficial. I always drove and sometimes had another female adult as well as Fred. The seminar at ?, Iowa was only one requiring a two day trip. Fred and I took that one alone visiting with Jim and Sharon overnight at St Louis and going and coming, which we really enjoyed.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------After Dad died on May 6, 2001, Pat moved into the bedroom on the first floor of Fred's house. Fred and Maggie, Bev and John Jr are taking turns being with her. Her altzheimers is pretty bad, and she tries to wander, so someone has to be with her at all times. She is fairly healthy physically, but she can't say what she wants to say, and she really doesn't remember much. She can still become very demanding to get her own way, at times yelling and throwing things. We put her into a day care facility three days a week, but she has caused such commotion there that they keep asking to get her stronger or different medicines to control her anger. More than once she "escaped" into the parking lot before they could get her back inside.
Pat fell at 4am on January 17, 2002 in her bedroom. Turns out she broke her hip in three places. Surgery on January 18, at 6pm. Discharged to a rehabilitation center on January 19. On January 21 she tried to get out of bed and fell again. On January 22 we had her moved to a rehab and nursing home much closer to home. This is where she will probably stay.
They had the following children:
470 M i John Wallace Thompson II 471 M ii James Leroy Thompson 472 M iii Frederick Earl Thompson
331. Norman Wellington Crossen (Robert Jackson Crossen , George Crossen , Robert Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr ) was born on 8 Jun 1910. He died in Apr 1991 in Vancouver.
Norman married Anne Eugene Walmark. Anne was born on 25 Jan 1910. She died on 13 Nov 1990 in Vancouver.
They had the following children:
+ 473 M i Delmar Dean Crossen + 474 M ii Robert Brian Crossen
357. Margaret Ann Crossen (Charles Ivan Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Margaret married Gary Louis Anderson.
They had the following children:
475 M i David Michael Anderson 476 F ii Susan Jody Anderson
358. Trevor Wayne Crossen (Charles Ivan Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Trevor married Marion Carol Dickin.
They had the following children:
477 M i Jonathan Andrew Crossen Jonathan married Kata Bohus. 478 F ii Sarah Jane Crossen
359. Brenda Lee Twitchett (Doris Elaine Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Brenda married (1) Pat Williams.
They had the following children:
+ 479 F i Krista Lyn Williams 480 F ii Cheryl Lea Williams was born on 17 Jun 1974. She died on 1 Jul 1974. 481 M iii Stephen Lee Williams Stephen married Stephanie Annamhari Summer Smith.
Brenda married (2) Brian Graham.
360. Cathy Dawn Twitchett (Doris Elaine Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Cathy married (2) Steve Thomas Fobert.
They had the following children:
482 F i Jennifer Marie Fobert 483 F ii Kelsey Dawn Fobert
361. Terrance Garth Twitchett (Doris Elaine Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr ) was born on 29 Sep 1954. He died on 20 Jun 2007 in Edmonton, Alberta. He was buried in Sep in Baltimore, Ontario.
Terrance married Colleen Semlitch.
They had the following children:
+ 484 M i Jamie Charles Polley
362. Jane Louise Twitchett (Doris Elaine Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Jane married (1) Stanley Trolley.
They had the following children:
+ 485 F i Vicki Lynn Trolley + 486 M ii Kevin John Fournier
Jane married (2) Louis Fournier.
They had the following children:
487 F iii Ami Dawn Fournier
363. Margo Ann Twitchett (Doris Elaine Crossen , William John Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Margo married (1) David Saltern.
They had the following children:
488 F i Samantha Jo Moore 489 F ii Anna Marie Moore
364. Patricia Smith (Schmidt) (Alice Eliza Crossen , George Crossen , John Crossen , Jackson Sr. Crossen , Thomas (1) Crossan , Mr )
Patricia married (1) Verne M. Johnston.
They had the following children:
+ 490 M i Terry Melvin Johnston + 491 F ii Coleen Patricia Alice Johnston 492 M iii Larry Mathew Johnston 493 M iv Bryon Robert Johnston was born on 4 Mar 1963 in New Westminster, B.C.. He died on 14 Jul 1994 in Zeballos B.C..
Patricia married (2) Knud Jorgensen.