Tag Archives: Kirtland

Wedding Wednesday-Willard W. and Ruth Ogilvie McCartney Nov 2, 1935

Willard and Ruth Ogilvie McCartney
Willard and Ruth Ogilvie McCartney

Willard and Ruth tied the knot on 2 November 1935 in Newark Licking Co., Ohio.
The bride was 30 and the groom 24. One thinks that the man robs the cradle, but here that was not the case! (giggling)

Willard (Mac) and Ruth met at a church social. I am guessing this happened before Mac was in Ruth’s Latin class, she was his teacher.

Had Nana not passed away in April of 1985 they would celebrated fifty years of marriage that November. My Dad and Uncle were born in Newark Ohio in 1937 and 1939. They were living in  Mayfield Heights village, Ohio, at the time of the 1940 census.  I believe by 1942 or 1943 they were in Kirtland Ohio where they both spent the rest of their lives.

Grandpa worked for the Ohio Gas company. After  getting married, Nana gave up teaching. After early (forced) retirement Grandpa started farming full-time. They had an orchard, with apples, peaches, plums, pears along with at a truck garden. Nana also had a strawberry patch and she soon became known as the Strawberry Lady. I remember spending time picking strawberries and polishing apples. Among many other wonderful memories while spending time on the farm.

Grandpa passed away 11 yrs after Nana, in 1996.

They are both greatly missed.

Happy Hunting!
Julie

 

Military Monday- ***** Stars

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back row: Nana, Grandpa Mac, Uncle Tom
middle row: Grandpa T, Uncle Chester, Uncle Butler, Uncle Harold, Uncle Milton
front row: Mom, Grandma T, Auntie Peg, Trish and I

 

 

Here it is Military Monday and I just happen to have a photo to share!

This photo was taken in 1967 at Easter time. It was taken on the steps of Old South Church, Kirtland Ohio.

Grandma, front center behind the cutie in the red coat (yeah it’s me) at one time had five stars in the bay window on the front of her house, just down the street from this church.
You will find three of the stars in the photo, my Uncles Butler, Chester and Milton. My Uncle Tom  who is also pictured next to his father “Grandpa Mac” was in uniform for a season. The other two stars that were on my grandmothers window are my Aunt Karin (wife of Butler) and Uncle Bob.

From those five stars, nine of my cousins have also served this country in the uniform of their choice. My Love and Thanks to each and everyone.

Happy Hunting

Those Places Thursday/The Church at the Top of the Hill

Note: This has been posted before, but I can’t recall if I made it public or just shared it with Creative Gene. Here is my offering for Those Places Thursday/October 20, 2011.

Enjoy.

Tucked neatly on the shoulder of Gildersleeve Mountain is a beautiful white church with a back drop of lush green. If you walk to the end of the drive and take a peek down the road you just might see a huge body of water. Sure sounds like it is located in New England. Trust me when I say this spot is as beautiful as any in New England.

You ask, “then where is this lovely spot if not in New England?” This house can be found in an extension of New England, CT to be exact, it lies in the Western Reserve. You’ll find this house of God sharing the hill with another very important house of worship, that was built in 1836. Still have you guessing?

Our family home of worship is Old South Church in Kirtland, Ohio.  The second church is The Kirtland Temple, built by Joseph Smith Jr. and his followers. It is located a few miles down the road from Old South. There are many stories that abound about the Temple, Joseph and his followers. Many of which you can find on the internet or at your local library.

My story begins at the Old South Church. This is where my parents attended Sunday School, where my grandparents worshiped. Mom and Dad were married here, I was christened here and even though we moved away to Arizona then back to Michigan. I have spent many Easter and other Sundays sitting in a pew or in the a class room of Old South.

Old South Church Kirtland Ohio

As a child I remember  this congregation having a rich musical back ground. Wonderful organists (okay I admit Nana played organ at one time and that I might be a bit bias here) and vocalists with wonderful voices. Inspiring and encouraging. I can’t recall the sermons, but I do recall two of the pastors, Rev. Messner and Rev. Snider

I said my final goodbye’s to four grand parents and an uncle from this sanctuary. They are all buried up the road at the South Kirtland Cemetery.

As of this writing I don’t know if I will ever step foot in this chapel again, but in my memories I visit it often.

The next place of worship that I recall while growing up can be found in Wayne Michigan on the corner of Wayne Road and Michigan Ave (US 12). Nestled in a typical old mid-western city, The First Congregational Church of Wayne. When we first attend this church in the late 60’s the church house was very similar to the one in Kirtland, the bell tower and steeple were a bit different it didn’t come to a point, but was a square steeple that came to four points. In 1970 the sanctuary  was lost in a fire. The new building is beautiful, but it does not compare to the grace and majesty of the old sanctuary. Most of the religious training as a young person, that I recall, was gained here and of course from my parents.

I was member of the young choir for a season. I still remember the the organist/choir director Orpha Hutty. One of our classes did a film, in our “back yard” at the church about the Pilgrims which is something I have just recalled. Wonder whatever happened to that!

There is just one more house of worship that has been called home and to me it is my home church. Romulus Free Will Baptist Church is where I have been a member for twenty-eight years. My children grew up here. It is where I have been a teacher, treasurer, singer.

Several family marriages have occurred here. Our oldest son was married at home, by the pastor of the church at that time. Our Oldest daughter, Brother and Sister law were married at the church.

This church family is truly a family. We love and tend to  each others needs as best as we as humans can. God has seen us through many trials and walks with our congregation daily. This story has not ended, but will continue to grow as I and my fellow brothers and sisters continue to worship the Lord here as he adds on a takes away. Our lives will forever be touched by the places in which we have spent time with our Lord.