
Henry Lee Guthrie
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J. R. Findsen
Imer Lorene Guthrie was born 6 Feb 1911 in Dell, Mississippi County, Arkansas. She went by the name of Lorene.
She was the daughter of John Thomas Guthrie and Martha Matilda Morgan.
Lorene passed away on 13 Nov 1989 in Grants Pass, Josephine County, Oregon. Hawthorne Memorial Gardens in Grants Pass is her final resting place.
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J. R. Lowe
Imer Lorene Guthrie daughter of John Thomas Guthrie and Martha Matilda Morgan.
My great-grandmother was a sweet lady. I remember her as kind and always busy doing something. Most of my time spent at her house was outdoors in her garden and orchard. Picking cherries was my favorite. She always wore a short house coat with big pockets lined in trim. She had a beagle dock that had a funny bark, at least to my young ears. I treasure the few memories I have of her. She passed away in 1989 when I was thirteen years old.
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J. R. Lowe
Robert Leach Criswell was the son of Evan E. and Mattie Criswell. He was husband to Myrtle Edith Guthrie.
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J. R. Lowe
Virginia Abrams Kolkow and her mother Imer Lorene Guthrie Malisch
The picture was taken mid-1980’s in Grants Pass, Oregon.
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J.R. Lowe
One of the most sought after treasures by genealogists, is memory. Not computer memory, although that is nice to have too, but the memories someone shares. When a person tells a story of the past, either vocally or in writing, not only does the family historian get valuable information on events or persons from the past, but they get a unique perspective from the story teller. This colored lens, gives insight into the storyteller, a family historian will find invaluable.
Here is a short narrative given by my grandmother Virginia Abrams Fall. She is describing her maternal grandfather, John Thomas Guthrie:
“Memories of my grandpa are real good ones. He always made me feel loved. He was a great story teller. I used to set on his lap in the cool of the summer evenings in the back yard. He would always have his pipe and he would hum softly or tell me stories. He was very gentle. He had the bluest eyes that could sparkle and dark hair which turned to grey later on. His cheeks were a bright pink and of course being a farmer he was always brown.”
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J.R. Lowe