Bennett Family

MARRIAGE LICENSE

MARYSVILLE

Marshall County

STATE OF KANSAS

December 25, A.D. 1872

TO ANY PERSON AUTHORIZED BY LAW TO PERFORM THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY, GREETING:

You are hereby authorized to join in Marriage Elias W. Smith of Marshall County, State of Kansas, aged 21 years, and Ida DeLair, of Marshall County, State of Kansas, aged 17 years.

And of this License you will make due

return to my office within thirty days.

William C. McCurdy

Probate Judge

THE STATE OF KANSAS

MARSHALL COUNTY

I hereby certify that on the twenty-sixth day of December, 1872, Elias W. Smith and Ida DeLair were joined together as Husband and Wife, by me.

Amos Wiley

Minister of the Gospel

OBITUARY

Dora B. Yantis

Dora B. Yantis, wife of Alexander Yantis, passed away Friday at the home of her daughter, Mrs. C. S. Deacon, on Matthew Avenue, Gillette Manor. She is survived by her daughters, Mrs. C. S. Deacon, of Gillette Manor; Mrs. J. S. Moats, Pasco, Washington, and Mrs. John Frizell of Redondo; and three sons, E. M. Patterson, Midvale, Utah, and

Z. O. Bennett, of Spokane, Washington.

Services will be held Monday morning at 10 o’clock at the Niland memorial chapel. Interment will follow in Inglewood.

ELMER C. BENNETT DIES AFTER LONG ILLNESS

Came Here From New Mexico Last Week in Effort to Benefit Health.

Elmer C. Bennett, aged 52 years, died last night at “The Pines,” on North Pine Street, after an illness of more than a year, of a complication of diseases. Mr. Bennett, accompanied by his wife and Mrs. A. Honeyman of Farmington, New Mexico, for the benefit of Mr. Bennett’s health. Although he has been ill for 15 months he has only been confined to his bed for a short time. Mr. Bennett was born in Burke, N.Y., where he lived for 22 years, having later made his home in Minnesota, Canada, Colorado and New Mexico. Besides his wife he is survived by five children, Mrs. Bert Gartin and Chester Bennett of this city, Mrs. A. V. Smith of Kendrick, Idaho, Winnie Bennett of Durango, Colorado, and Mrs. Geo. Honeyman of Farmington, New Mexico. The funeral will be held on Thursday afternoon at 2 o’clock from the Rose and Inman chapel. Services will be conducted by the Rev. John W. Caughlan of the Methodist Church.

SUCCESS—BUT ONLY BY HALF-INCH

If he had been another half-inch taller, Donald J. Huber, twenty, applicant for enlistment in the United States army, couldn’t have joined the army. Huber, who only weighs 168 pounds, is 6 feet 5½ inches in height.

As it is, however, the local recruiting office confidently hopes to have the Seattle lad enrolled in another two or three days and safely off to the Philippine Islands, where Huber has elected to serve. A special suit will have to be ordered for him, with extra long trousers.

First Sergt. C. O. Bennett, who took Huber’s application, is himself but a half-inch taller than the minimum—5 feet, 4 inches—and he can easily walk under Huber’s outstretched arms.

Huber formerly attended West Seattle High School and has been a member of the CCC.

DONALD J. HUBER, applicant for army enlistment, stands six feet five and a half inches, towering over First Sergeant Chester Bennett, who took his application. –(Post-Intelligencer Photo.)

BROTHER OF SOUTH BAY WOMAN DIES IN JAP PRISON CAMP

Mrs. Winifred Fizell of 717 North Irena Avenue, Redondo Beach, has just received word through the American Red Cross of the death of her brother, Lt. Chester O. Bennett, in a prison camp in the Philippines. Lieutenant Bennett had made numerous visits to his sister here and had made many friends in the South Bay area.

Lieutenant Bennett had been in the army since before the first World War and lacked only ten days before being retired when war was declared December 8, 1941. In July, 1940, he had been sent to Manila and when that city fell, he was in action with his company. He was taken prisoner by the Japanese at the fall of Bataan.

No details of his death was given to his family and no direct word had come from him since December 24, 1941. The officer was a native of Ada, Minnesota, where he was born October 6, 1892. He was past master of the Masonic lodge and past worthy patron of the Eastern Star at Opportunity, Washington.

In addition to Mrs. Fizell, Lieutenant Bennett is survived by his widow, Bonnie Bennett of Spokane, and a second sister, Mrs. Gertrude Smith of Venice.

SPOKANE MINER DIES A CAPTAIN

Chester Bennett Was Stevens County Lessee; Passed On While Japanese Prisoner.

Captain Chester O. Bennett, about 51, a veteran of two wars and a resident of Spokane and its environs since boyhood, died a prisoner of the Japanese, his widow, Mrs. Bonnie Bennett, was informed at the family home in Opportunity recently, J. Richard Brown, an associate in mining, reveals.

A veteran of the first World war, Mr. Bennett was in charge of the Spokane recruiting station in the Ziegler building here for three or four years, with the rating of sergeant, up to two or more years ago when ordered to Philadelphia. He was a warrant officer by reason of his services in the World war, it is said.

Was Artilleryman.

With Mrs. Bennett, he was residing in the western Pacific until two months before the Pearl Harbor tragedy, when all of the women were ordered to depart for their homes.

In the meantime, Sergeant Bennett had been advanced to a lieutenancy and ultimately to a captaincy because of his service in the artillery during World War I. Captain Bennett became a prisoner of the Japanese in the surrender of General Wainwright.

The captain took an active interest in mining. He was the lessee and directing operator of a property adjoining the Deertrail Monitor in Stevens County, this state, and for many years attended nearly every luncheon meeting of the Northwest Mining Association. Mrs. Bennett is reported to have been appointed a telephone operator at Fort George Wright.

June 28, 1977.

Dear Larry Smith family:

Time out from all my puttering for a little chat with you dear ones. How do you find time to write us such newsy interesting letters?! The wealth of family history you’re sending us is a treasure we wouldn’t have if it weren’t for your efforts. We all thank you. We haven’t seen J. and family since they came home from Portland. (Talk to them on the phone once a week is all.) But now we have a date with them for Thursday afternoon and evening, to celebrate John Robert’s birthday. I’ll take your letters to share with them.

You asked about Garrett and Orpha Bennett. They must have been the grandparents of my Grandpa, Elmer Cortis. Elmer’s father was Emeric Bennett, his mother was Lucia Jackson. One of Elmer’s sisters was Orpha, probably named for her Grandmother. Grandma is a bit hazy on the facts. Yes, her grandmother’s name was Julia Call. She spent her later days with Elmer and Ida, on their homestead near Ada. Grandma laughed when you asked about William Call, and said, “Tell Larry not to dig too deeply into W. C.’s history.” Seems he was a scoundrel. Can’t recall what she said he did once to incur the wrath of Elmer (his son-in-law) but Grandpa knocked him down, then the old man had him arrested. Being a poor, struggling farmer, he had no money for his fine, so his mother-in-law paid it for him. The authorities counseled Elmer to have William arrested, but he knew Julia would have to foot the bill, so he brought no charges. The info you already have, bears out the fact that he wasn’t exactly an upright citizen.

Do you ever see the little magazine, Guideposts? In the May issue there was an interested article about a Jacksonville woman, Liz Reed, written by Vella C. Munn. Do you know either of the ladies? It was such a heartwarming little story. All the bad stories get so much publicity, that the nice things people do are forgotten.

John and Dorinda enjoyed so much the time they got to spend with you folks. Did he tell you that he is chairman of the committee preparing a new hymnal? They plan on having it ready soon after the first of the year. Quite an honor for him.

Lots of figs on our little tree. Hope a lot of them get ripe in the next five weeks, when we leave on Ethel’s vacation. We didn’t have many apricots on our poor old tree, but the lady across the street gave us a big bowlful the other day. My! They taste good. Our tomato vines are loaded with blossoms. If they bear fruit as prolifically as they’re blooming, we’ll have enough for all our relatives and friends. Such fun to watch things grow.

Did you know that Grandma Smith’s sister, Dora Patterson was my mother’s stepmother? Grandpa Bennett met and married her in Canada. Seems she didn’t get along too well with Uncle Chester and Aunt Winnie, but they and Grandma have always been grateful to her for the wonderful care she gave their Daddy in his last illness.

Yesterday we made a hospital call in Monterey Park, today one too well with Uncle Chester and Aunt Winnie, but they and Grandma have always been grateful to her for the wonderful care she gave their Daddy in his last illness.

Yesterday we made a hospital call in Monterey Park, today one in Lynwood, and tomorrow we’ll visit a shut-in in San Dimas, out past West Covina. We’d much rather be the visitors than the visited. How we appreciate our good health and all God’s wonderful blessings to us. He is so wonderfully kind to us. Also, to Grandma. She spent Saturday night and Sunday with us. Perky as ever.

I’m working on the dates I have and hoping more will come in by the time I finish with what I have. If not, I’ll send them anyway, and send others as I get them. This is really fun for me. Makes me feel good to be of some small help to you.

No more room, so a hasty Goodnight.

Love,  (unclear signature)

August 28, 1978

Dear Larry B. Smith,

Excuse the delayed response to your letter. I have been away from Indiana.

My rate is $3.00 per hour and I prefer to have two or three hours in advance. It is my understanding that you want information on your Elias and his family after his birth year of 1853. Am I correct? Send in brief what you have so that I will not duplicate what you have and incase there are more than one

My rate is $3.00 per hour and I prefer to have two or three hours in advance. It is my understanding that you want information on your Elias and his family after his birth year of 1853. Am I correct? Send in brief what you have so that I will not duplicate what you have and incase there is more than one Elias.

Sincerely,

Maurice Homes

R R 8, Box 135

Shelbyville, Indiana 46176

September 28, 1978

Dear Larry Smith,

Enclosed are two Xeroxed pages of marriage records of Marshall County, Indiana, one of which shows four Eli Smith marriages (including an Eli T.) and two Elias Smith ones. You did not mention the name of Eli’s wife other than by Julia Ann so if this is he you will be pleased to know that he married Julia Ann Wamsley January 20, 1853. If your Elias W. was a product of this marriage he gave an incorrect age when marrying in 1872.

On the second page enclosed you will note that a Julia Ann Tuttle married Joseph Wamsley February 5, 1848 and if this is the Julia Ann that married your Eli she had been previously married.

I have gathered this information from material here among my books. Will check into records at the Indiana State Library on my next trip there.

Sincerely,

Maurice Homes

[The following was jotted down on the same piece of paper as this letter was printed on: Brother and Sister of Elias Washington—Aunt Flora & Uncle LeRoy Smith—live in Washington. Dad once went to visit.]

November 7, 1978

Dear Larry Smith,

A check of all the Smith entries (14) in the 1850 Indiana Census Index for Marshall County, Indiana listed but one family with a son Eli in the county at that time and he seemed to be too young to be your Eli. Enclosed is his enumeration.

I also checked the three Tuttle entries in Marshall County 1850 index but none listed a Julia. Unfortunately the census of 1850 did not list the names by township but the entire county was listed as “My Division” by the census taker making it not possible to check the townships in 1840 and 1860 for the names Tuttle, Smith, and Wamsley. I will check the 1840 census index for all Smiths in Marshall County that year with a son around 10, but this will only turn up possibilities, not definite names or facts.

One of the copies that you sent me lists a great-grandmother of yours named Hannah Smith DeLair but she may not have any connection to the Hannah, wife of Thomas Smith on the enclosed.

The only Eli Smith listed in The Studebaker Family of America by Carlock Faust Miller 1736 to 1976 was an Eli Smith who married Floria May Studebaker November 2, 1912. Their marriage was listed in the back of the book under Unconnected Families or Late Received Data.

MH

HEIMLICH MANEUVER SAVES LIVES

BY: MARCIA SAVAGE

of the Mail Tribune

Mail Tribune, February 27, 1996

When a student rushed up to her clutching his throat, North Medford High School teacher Rhonda Lee thought it might be a prank.

But when the English teacher looked into the boy’s terrified face and watched him turn blue, she could tell it was no joke.

“I just turned around and grabbed him from behind … I gave him two of the Heimlich thrusts right under the sternum,” Lee said, recalling the February 21 lifesaving episode.

As it turned out, Steve Ballard, 15, was choking on a guitar pick he accidentally swallowed while chewing on it. The Heimlich trusts dislodged the pick from the boy’s throat so he could breathe, Lee said. Paramedics were called to the school and took Ballard to a hospital where the pick was medically removed.

Ballard was back at school the next day.

“She saved my life,” he said

About a week earlier, another local resident used the Heimlich maneuver to save his buddy from chocking on a piece of meat.

Elmer Smith, 83, rescued Lester Bradley, 79, with a technique he’d seen on television. The Talent man clasped his hands around his friend’s waist from behind and squeezed three times. The third quick trust forced the meat out so his pal could breathe, Smith said.

“That squeeze really did the trick quick,” said Bradley, 79, also of Talent.

Elmer Ruby Smith

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From:                     Larry Smith [lsmith@wave.net]

Sent:                       Wednesday, September 15, 1999 11:00 P.M.

To:                          Ruby Smith

Subject:                 FWD: Why

– – – – -Original Message- – – – –

From:   Larry Smith [mailto: lsmith@wave.net]

Sent:    Wednesday, September 15, 1999 10:11 P.M.

To:       Larry Smith

Subject: FWD: Why

Brian explains why he enjoys climbing to the extreme. Thought you would enjoy hearing his passion for the mountains.

Larry

Subject: Re: Why

Hi

I am getting caught up on my emails. I have seen many interviews with the doctor who survived the 1996 Everest tragedy. The mountains flow in my veins. After every increasingly difficult climb I successfully complete, the burn gets stronger. I think about it almost daily. Of course I have 2 beautiful mountain ranges to look at every day. But that is what gets me through my day and life in general. I am constantly planning new climbs in my head, carefully planning each hour and day. There are times I can’t sleep at night because I have so many expeditions I want to do spinning in my head.

I think one of my main drives in climbing mountains is the thrill and self-esteem I get from successfully summiting a mountain. People associate me with climbing and I love it. I know hundreds of people and most of them, when they see me, the first thing they ask is what mountains I have conquered lately. I love the attention and great feelings I get from that. There is no esteem or glory in selling windows. Maybe when I achieve success with a large Quixtar business it will help to fill in the gap.

I have huge dreams and they get better every year. During my life I have been plagued by huge mood swings. When I am high I am really high and when I am low, I am really low. Mountains and successfully completed climbs bring me my highs that I need to continue to live and move forward in life. There was a time after I got married that I thought I would pretty much give up my mountains. I even promised Helen that I would no longer solo climb. Within 2 years I was so unhappy with my life that I knew I had to take it up again and take it to the next level. That is when I did what very few people have done and that is summit Mt. Rainier solo. And to top it off I did it in a raging terrifying storm. Thinking back on that day that I pushed with everything I have for the summit and the horrible storm I was being pounded by, I would not have changed a thing about it. Because to summit 14,411 foot Mt. Rainier is an incredible feat, to summit it solo triples that feat and to do it solo in a terrible storm ads another 10 fold to that success. I have been on a high from that for over a year. It increases my sales and work ethic.

One of the other reasons I love it so much is I push my body and mind to the human limits several times a year. 99% of the rest of Americans will never know what it is like to push your body and mind so hard and not give up when you muscles and brain are screaming to just lay down and give up, then dig deep within yourself to find just 10 more steps. Then do it all over again for another 20 or 30 hours straight.

I don’t know how else to explain what a true climber feels. I was instilled with my love for adventure and the outdoors during my many wonderful summers and winters at Crater Lake. I used to look at Mt. Rainier’s Story Behind the Scenery when I was 15 and tell myself and everyone else that some day I was going to climb that mountain. I had no idea at that time where that dream would take me. I have now climbed on the mountain 18 times, been to the top on February 4, 1988, May 1st, 1992, and finally solo in June of 1998 after my third attempt solo. Climbing and the mountains have been a large part of the paths in life I have walked down. I am so excited about my February little T expedition that I plan and think about it daily during my many boring driving hours. I also enjoy doing it solo which I will probably end up doing because being alone requires that I rely totally on myself for survival. Being a solo climber puts me out in a different league than the thousands of other climbers in the world. It also puts me in a place that 99% of Americans never get to experience and that is 3, 4, 5 or even 6 days or more of not seeing another human being. It gives me a chance to get to know myself again after weeks, months, and years of radios, TV, noise, people, and other distractions. I actually talk to myself out there. It helps me to over my feelings and actually look at myself as a friend. I talk to myself regularly out there. I ask myself for my opinion without anyone else to tell me my opinion is stupid or worthless. Then I use my opinion and see myself succeeding. I also get closer to God out there. I usually only take a New Testament Bible and my Reader’s Digest with me. It gives me many hours to think about God, and what my purpose in life is. Why I am even here, and why God even loves me. With the busyness of life I tend to go weeks or months without really spending time with God. I go to church almost every week but it turns into a routine and I feel like I am just going through the motions. When I am out alone in the mountains the possibility and reality comes to me that death is only inches and seconds away. Most people including myself go through life almost feeling vulnerable at times. Out there being so close to it brings me closer to God and brings Eternity back to the front of my mind instead of way in the back where it so easily gets. It also brings an appreciation of what God has created out. Sometimes I get so excited out there alone that I start to whoop and holler at God thanking Him with my deepest gratitude because I believe that when He created the mountains and put them in place, He knew that sometime in history, me, Brian Smith, would be there to enjoy them and think He had me specifically in mind when he did that.

I hope that helps to understand the “monkey on my back”. I know climbing is extremely dangerous. But it is a calculated risk that I am more than willing to take. We are all going to die someday. Old people and young people, even children who don’t deserve to die at all, die every day. God will take us when he is ready and I believe that as long as I am being safe as the situation allows, He will take me when he is ready. Many climbers such as my hero, Reinhold Messner, live to a ripe old age after setting many records. Some do not. But so far I have always made it so God still is not finished with me yet.

I am going to get some life insurance before I take off on my winter expedition all the way across Mt. Rainier. I realize that I do need to do a better job setting my family up and taking care of them incase anything happens. Does that help grandma?

Very few people understand climbers. I have asked Helen to read the book Eigar Dreams by John Karakaur. I love that book because it has many stories in it talking about what I just tried to get out about why people don’t understand climbers. Helen is not always happy about my passion for climbing and I am working on fixing that by making her more important but still pursuing my dreams with a passion. But she also knew what she was getting into when she married me.

Love,

Brian

OBITUARY

Doris Evangeline Rasmussen, 82

Doris Evangeline Doris Evangeline Rasmussen, 82, was “called home to be with her heavenly Father” on Wednesday, October 2, 2002, at Immanuel Lutheran Home.

Doris was born March 21, 1920, in Minot, N.D., to Eilert and Olga (Johnson) Lunde.

Doris’ parents moved their family to the Flathead Valley in 1924, and Doris has remained ever since. Doris attended school in Kalispell and graduated from Flathead High School in 1938.

After high school, Doris went to work at the Kalispell Mercantile. Upon his return from the South Pacific after World War II, Doris married Donald Rasmussen on June 9, 1946. She continued working at different bookkeeping jobs throughout her life. In 1951, they became proud parents of their only child, Lamar.

Doris and her family were charter members of the Assembly of God church in Kalispell. She was always active in the church, helping with Missionettes and serving on various boards at the church. Doris loved working with her hands, doing crafts and gardening. She enjoyed her friends and going for coffee and dessert.

Doris was preceded in death by her son, Lamar.

She is survived by her husband, Don, of Kalispell; sister, Helen Darras, of Seattle; daughter-in-law, Susan; three grandsons, Aaron, Joel, and Kirk Rasmussen, all of Kalispell; and numerous nieces and nephews.

Graveside services for Doris E. Rasmussen will be at 1 p.m. Tuesday at C. E. Conrad Memorial Cemetery. Memorial services will follow at 2 p.m. at Columbia Falls Assembly of God, with Pastor Darrell Newby officiating.

Visitation for Doris will be from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Monday at Johnson Mortuary.

Memorial contributions may be given to the Trinity Lutheran School Building Fund, 400 W. California Street, Kalispell, MT 59901.

Arrangements are under the direction of Johnson Mortuary and Crematory.

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