Memories of My Life by Viola Ina (Anstine) Smith
(as edited by granddaughter, Diana Cook)

 

I was born on a 160 acre farm 2-1/2 miles northeast of Belgrade, Nance Co., Nebraska, on June 10, 1892, the fifth of eight children. My father's name was Frances Marion Anstine. His father's name was Michael L. Anstine and his mother's name was Amy Snider. My mother's name was Nevada E. Hack. Her father's name was Leander Hack and her mother's name was Elizabeth Custer.

My father's father and mother (Michael L. Anstine and Amy Snider) had Theodore Perry, Mary Elizabeth, John G., Frances Marion and Oscar B. Anstine. They came from Ohio.

My folks had Edwin C., Grover C., Oscar P., Everett O., Viola I., Carl E. and Earl B. (twins) and Mary Belle.

My mother's folks came from Oakland, Pottawattomie County, Iowa. Grandfather Hack came
from Kentucky. And the Anstines came from Germany.

My mother and father were real religious and plain. They belonged to the Free Methodist Church. I have seen my father be so happy he would jump up and down like a rubber ball. They were very happy people.

My folks lived in Fullerton, Nebraska, where my four older brothers were born, then moved to Belgrade 2-1/2 miles to the northeast where I was born. Our Belgrade home was a four-room house, small but comfortable. Space was conserved by sliding my trundle bed underneath my parent's bed in the daytime and pulling it out at night for me to sleep on. My brothers, Edwin, Grover, Perl and Everett slept in the two bedrooms.

My father was very good to me being I was the first girl after four boys. I played with the milk dishes he bought me. Also the boat, the eagle, the little white hen and many more.

I can remember sitting in a high chair washing dishes for my mother. She told me she put me in a high chair to wash dishes when I was three years old. She had so much to do--four boys--so she put me to work helping her which I was very glad to do. I always loved to work. I would hunt eggs, set hens, tend garden, pick vegetables, pick fruit. We had crab apples we could eat fresh and they were delicious and little red ones for pickles. Then we had a tree of big yellow ones and red, black, white and purple mulberries. They were like eating honey. I would go to the orchard and eat all I could of plums, cherries, gooseberries, strawberries, concord grapes, ground cherries, rhubarb and we had choke cherries, wild grapes, horseradish, sweet corn, watermelons and cantaloupes. We would dry popcorn. My mother would pop it in the evening--a big dish pan full. After supper we would eat that and dad would get a big wagonload of apples for wintertime--put them in the cellar so we would have some with our popcorn. Our sheppard dog and pet cats enjoyed the party too.

I would help my mother and dad wash and hang out clothes. Dad would go out to the wash house. We had a stove and washing machine in it. He would build a fire, fill the boiler with water and put soap in it. He would carry the water and put it into the washing machine. I would sort the clothes and put them in the washing machine. He would work the machine and I would put the clothes in the ringer. He would put another boiler of water on and after we washed the white clothes we would put them in the boiler and soap to get them whiter. Then we would continue with the colored clothes. I would hang out the clothes. Dad would empty out the water and clean up.

We had chickens and in the fall we would pack a lot of eggs in salt in a big stone jar for the hens did not lay in the cold winter. Dad would butcher three big hogs, smoke the shoulder hams and bacon--make delicious sausage and head cheese--and have the neighbors in to help get a big dinner and have fun. My father was a wonderful father. We also had plenty of milk, butter, cream, cottage cheese, and buttermilk. I would help churn the butter. The best I ever ate. Made soap out of the cracklins and I would stir them while they cooked. We would also make sauerkraut and hominy. We sure did have plenty to eat.

We had a windmill that would pump our water, a milk house and a long tank. The water would run through to keep the milk and things cool, to our cistern to pump water for the house use and then it would run out into the big round tank for the cows and horses.

We also had an ice house. It was built like a cellar. They would go to the river when the ice was frozen 18 or 20 inches thick, take a horse and plow, cut the ice in blocks and put layers of straw and ice and so on till they had what they wanted. So we made ice cream and had ice for what we wanted. Dad was a good provider for his family.

We had pigeons and in the Spring mother would make pigeon pot pie. Was real good. We also had chickens (Rhode Island Reds & Plymouth Rocks). They were speckled. Could make a lot of noise. We had ducks. Mother would pick them in the Spring for our pillows and feather and straw beds.

My dad would take wheat and corn to Fullerton and they would make the wheat into flour and whole wheat and corn into cornmeal. I used to go with him sometimes.

While living in Belgrade my oldest brother, Edwin, went hunting in a sleigh and when he returned he carried the gun under his arm. It was accidentally discharged and shot him under his arm. He lived 2 weeks and then passed away December 26, 1897. I was 5 years old at that time.

When I was 5-1/2 years old I started to Mount Pleasant school. It was across the northeast corner from our quarter of land. All I had to do was to walk through our place and climb over the fence and across a road and I was there. Sometimes I would ride a big bay mare to the corner of our 160 acres--turn her loose and she would go home and I would climb under the fence and cross the road to the little white school house. The school house had one large room. The grades were from first to the eighth. We would go from 9:00 to 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon. At recess and noon we played baseball, crack the whip, drop the handkerchief, London bridge is falling down and many other enjoyable games. I liked school. I was good in spelling, writing and arithmetic and drawing. The other lessons were hard for me. It was fun when I could "out spell" all of the others when we had a "spelling bee." One of my favorite teachers was Othelia Pussy and I still have a picture of her. She boarded at our house for a while--she would not eat but whole wheat bread and it had to be one day old. She was a very nice person. We had men and women teachers--all real nice. In the winter my dad would take me to school in a sleigh with bells on the harness and a fur robe to keep us warm. Was a lot of fun. And sometimes he would hitch a team to a wagon and pick up the children around the road. The horses were beautiful sorrel--Al and Sam were their names. Then dad had a little sorrel pony bronc. She was a little mean sometimes.

Dad would take me and sometimes my aunt Alice, uncle John Anstine's wife, to church on Wednesday night. One time when coming up the hill from church we saw a comet. It was a beautiful sight flying across the sky from north to south.

(Editors note: Viola made no mention of her twin brothers, Carl E. and Earl B., born on May 4, 1894 in Belgrade, Nebraska.)

When I was seven years old my sister, Belle, was born. I can remember my dad that morning. He was so happy. He was singing all over the place. We were so happy to have a baby sister and I helped my mother wash her clothes and tubs and tubs of diapers. I also helped outside too by gathering the eggs, bugging the potato plants, picking the vegetables, setting the hens, milking the cows, shucking the corn but I liked best to pick the fruit from the trees in our big orchard. Mother always canned her fruit and made jams, jellies, hominy, soap, pickles, head cheese, smoked our hams, shoulders, and bacon and sausage.

Dad rented his farm at Belgrade in 1900 or 1901 for two years and we went to Comstock, Nebraska, in a covered wagon. Took our horses and cows. That was a beautiful place to live. The land was so level that they irrigated it. We lived in quite a large sod house. I went to a very nice school. A Miss George taught there. I sure did love her. She was so very nice. I had friends by the names of Duckers, Waltons, Allens and Gibbons--they were very wealthy neighbors south of us. They had a lot of lovely racing horses and a big house and building. They had a little girl named Eva. I used to go and play and stay all night with her. Had a lot of fun.

I recall a very happy time when my father and mother took Belle and I to visit my mother's parents and 2 brothers, uncle Louis and uncle Oscar Hack, in Belmont, Dawes County, Nebraska. We packed the wagon with suitcases and things we would need but somehow we forgot the diaper bag for Belle at the depot at Broken Bow, Custer Co., Nebraska. Belle was 1 year old. I don't know how they managed without them. We had such a wonderful time playing with my cousins, Maude, Mabel, Wade and Cecile. They had a real playhouse with a real stove in it. We cooked potatoes, mashed them, meat and other things and we ate out there and had lots of fun. Grandpa's place had lots of pine trees on it and we gathered pine gum and resin from weeds and would chew it for gum. It was real good. Mabel loved to dance the schottische dance--she would go up the road dancing. I can see her yet.

While we were out at Comstock there was a hill west of our house that had a lot of wild grapes on it. I went over there and picked them and mother made jelly out of them. Then there was a big water hole and there were a lot of dead snail shells by it. I gathered them up and put them on a box--looked real pretty.

My brother Grover went with Alma Allen. They went swimming in a river and Alma almost drowned so Grover got her out. She was a beautiful girl.

One time my mother had a felon on one of her fingers and she walked the floor for a month at night. If she had known it in time to dip it in lye water it would of killed it. I used to have a lot of warts on my hand and she told me words to say to the new moon and for three new moons, then three moons after the warts would drop off and they did and I did not know when.

One Sunday I went to visit the Alden family and went around a curve. The snow was so slippery that I was thrown from the wagon and broke my right wrist. Then another time I fell on a plow lay and cut a hole in my right side. My brother, Grover, said if it was a little larger my intrals would of come out. Then I had to lay in the covered wagon in the daytime till it healed. Then another time I was riding old Babe the sorrel bronco--was astraddle and turned to set on sideways and she threw me like a flash so I was unconscious for a few days. So we moved back to Belgrade. I guess before I killed myself. It's a wonder that I am alive.

When we returned to Belgrade (350 miles from Comstock) my father had a two-story house, barn, and other buildings built. My uncle John Hack built the big barn in 1905 and at the top of the big door they put 1905 on it. In 1906 he also built the big two-story square house with eight rooms and a hall--was so very nice. When dad had our big house built he had water put in the kitchen and we had a little pump to get water. The house had four bedrooms upstairs, hall, a porch on the south side to put the bedding out, one bedroom downstairs, front room, dining room, kitchen, and a cellar underneath the kitchen. In the fall the cellar would be loaded with apples, potatoes, cabbage, turnips, onions and eggs packed in dry salt in a large stone 20 gallon jar. We also had a hog house, chicken house and a wash house. It was a wonderful place and we had plenty. Dad made me a big swing--he put a big pole by the tree--I used to swing a lot. When the barn was done mother and dad had a lot of church people over on July 4th--they had a big feed. I made me a white dress with blue flowers on it. My son and wife, Joe and Donna, went back in 1962--the house was real good--the 1905 was still there. They had taken the front porch off. We had a little fence around the square top of the house--they had taken that off--it looked smaller. They had put a toilet in between the kitchen and bedroom--then they put a small room on where the kitchen was.

In our new house we had rag carpet. Dad and I would take up the carpet (it was tacked down on all four sides) and take it out to the line, beat the dust out of it, wash the floor, windows and woodwork. Would take two rooms a day.

My dad used to take me to Comstock every Saturday--gave me 25 cents so I would get sen-sen, tablet, pencils and things like that. I got me a very pretty wooden pencil box I liked very much.

When I got big enough to drive a horse or a team I would take cream and eggs to town. Mother never liked to go. One time I drove a team to town. They got loose from the buggy and left me sitting at the top of the hill as I was going into town. Somebody came to help me. I was afraid to go home--afraid dad would blame me.

My brother Perl would take me to a lot of dances--and to church with him and Ethel Martin. They used to have dances in big hay lofts, homes and dance halls in Belgrade. I sure loved to dance the waltz, two step, polka and some square dances.

I met my husband, Grover "Chub" Cleveland Smith, at Belgrade in 1906 and in 1907 we started going together. He took me on a ride on the merry-go-round, to a show and to homes where dances were held. I had him up for my birthday. We had cake and homemade ice cream. He gave me a pretty ring with a little ruby and two pearl sets in it. Then he came out one Sunday evening to take me to church and I had my friend Claud Deman there. We talked and when it was time to go to church, Chub's horse had got loose and went home--it was a big black trotter--a beautiful horse--he was so proud of it. He wanted me to take him up to Belgrade--so I did. He said lets get married Monday night---I told him I could not--I had to help my mother with the washing and work--so he said Tuesday night--so I said all right. I was a very foolish girl--was about three weeks of being sixteen years old and had only gone through the eighth grade--he thought I was 18. We eloped to Fullerton, Nebraska, and got married at eleven o'clock at night the 19th of May 1908. His cousin, Bill Craig, and wife, Lutie, stood up with us. The minister's name was E. C. Wright. I went down to his folks place the Sunday before to get his sister, Grace (she married my brother Grover in 1907). She stayed till Tuesday. I took her home. She did not want to be there when they found I had gone to get married. I guess she knew they would be very mad and they were. My folks were against us getting married. The men folks gathered in Belgrade and fought about it. I stayed in the store. I do not know to this day what happened but the Smiths sure did watch me. They kept me upstairs a lot. We lived with his folks till the next March. When my dad knew we were going to move out to Arnold to live he took me to Fullerton and bought me a lot of things for the kitchen.

In March 1909 Chub got a covered wagon and took our range stove, dishes, bedding and what he could and went west to Arnold, Nebraska, on a big plateau and rented a farm from Mr. and Mrs. Blowers. They had built a big new frame house. We lived in their old two-room sod house. He would do their chores and farming--I would sew for Mrs. Blowers and then we would eat dinner with them. I made a garden and would go down in the pasture and pick blackberries and can them. I made cucumber pickles and other things.

Our oldest daughter, Beatrice was born October 27, 1909, in this sod house. I made all of her clothes. I made a beautiful long white embroidered dress--reached the floor when she sat in a high chair--and flannel diapers and slips. We bought her little shirts and other things. Oh, yes, I made little bands to go around her waist. I loved her so much--used to give her a bath every morning--put a pillow on my lap--laid her on it and put nice clean clothes on her every day. Her hair was auburn. I would put two little curls on the top of her head. We had a good doctor. He said my baby was so clean.

We moved down by Callaway that next Spring (1910). Chub rented a farm there. We lived there for a year then moved into Callaway. We got acquainted with folks named McFarland. They had Welthie, Charlot, Ruby and Ruth (twins), Frances and George. They were real nice people. We would go see them a lot. Mr. McFarland ran a saloon and Chub worked for him for a while. We had Helen there in Callaway September 8, 1911. I made a white dress for her and drew thread an inch wide and worked a pretty pattern in it around the top of the hem to down the front of the yoke and around the middle of the sleeves. It was very pretty. I made all my babies clothes and made outing flannel diapers. I had a nice neighbor lady to take care of me. Mr. McFarland used to say Helen was so cute. When she started to walk he sure made over her a lot. Mr. McFarland was so good to me. We had a lot of good times with them.

Then Chub and he could get a homestead at Logan, Nebraska, so he and Mr. McFarland made a claim on one for each. We lived on ours for three years (1913-1916). Chub built a frame house 16 x 18 feet--we had two rooms--kitchen and bedroom. There were cracks between the boards so one night there came up a terrible storm and the house sure did shake. We were in bed so we got up and sat on the side of the bed--Chub held Bea and I held Helen. Just sat there till the storm left. The next morning he started a cave and by night he had it made. We went down in it several times. We took things down there so we were very comfortable. When the new moon would come there would be a change in the weather.

Chub built me a nice cornered cupboard and I had a lot of nice dishes I loved very much. He would go to town about every day and leave me and the kiddies alone. One day Ruth McFarland was with me. Bea had gotten a match. We had dug a hole under the north side of the house and dumped some straw there and I was laying on the floor over it. Ruth McFarland told me Bea had started a fire--did I jump up real quick--got a pail of water. We hauled water in a big barrel--so we had plenty of water so I put it out and Bea ran up the road like a streak of lightening. I can see her running yet. She was so tiny.

Then another time we had a four-burner gas tank stove. I had turned on a burner and it blazed almost to the rafters so I got Bea and Helen out the door, got some old rug and beat it out. Oh was I scared. Could not see anybodys house at all way out there in a valley with hills all around. I look back and do not know how I did it-would not have if I hadn't believed in God. He protected me all the time. I am so happy I had good Christian parents.

A man gave us a big red bird dog. He was beautiful. Took such good care of the girls. We would go to a dance hall in Logan where Chub used to play for dances. He played the banjo and violin. He bought an old violin for $10.00--it made his mother real mad that he played for money. I used to dance a lot with a young man we knew real well. We would put Bea and Helen in the corner of the building, cover them up and the big red bird dog would lay down beside them. We kept the violin till we came out here to California. Then he sold it to our daughter (Helen & Percy Davis)--their oldest daughter, Diana, took lessons and played real good for a while--then gave it up.

Joe was born on Sunday, June 4, 1915, in the two-room home on our homestead at Logan. Chub went for the doctor and Dr. Joseph Dunn came out. We had him for Bea and Helen also. Joe was quite a large baby. I had a hard time with him--could hardly lay on my back.

Chub went to Columbus, Nebraska, to see about a job working in a shoe factory where they made wooden soled shoes for the dairy people. We followed by train taking our big red bird dog with us. But the dog was frightened and jumped off the train and we never saw him again. We lived in Columbus two years--then Chub heard about a rural mail route in Albion, Nebraska. It was a thirty-mile route and he had to apply for the job once every year as it was a political job. So we packed up and moved to Albion June 16, 1916. Chub got a Ford car and he drove so fast and the wind was so strong I could hardly sit in the back seat with Bea, Helen and Joe. We drove up to Albion. We stopped off at Columbus, Nebraska, where Mr. and Mrs. McFarland lived and sat a while.

Chub used his Ford car on the mail route. One summer it hailed real bad and punched a lot of holes in the top.

We lived up by the fairgrounds--then we moved down by the town in the Baker house--it was real nice there. In the year 1918 the flu went around and we were all in bed but Helen--she and our neighbor, Mrs. Trotter, took care of us.

Eva was born here in the Baker house on the hill on June 27, 1919 and Bob on September 15, 1921. Chub had acquired some land in Oregon and traded it for a five-room house south of town near the Potters and we moved there and lived there till we came to California. It was on 2nd Street--two story with two bedrooms on the second floor, living room, dining room, closet and kitchen. The Potters had three children--Ed, Cecil and Mildred. Mildred was a very dear friend of Bea--they would even dress alike. Mrs. Potter bought the material and I made the dresses. One day Bea was trying to crank the Ford and broke her wrist. Helen got acquainted with Molly Morgan and they ran around together--very nice girl. Mother did not like for me to have so many children.

In the house in Albion Bob would sit with a pipe in his mouth and one day he fell down the stairs and knocked two front teeth out of the lower part of his mouth. Chub had the doctor come over and shove them back in . They stayed in but were dark in color.

While in Albion for two weeks for two summers I carried the mail for Chub--he had to get a substitute for the two weeks--so he chose me. I sorted the mail. Chub drove the car and I delivered the mail and received $98.00 for each two-week period. This money I used for buying clothes for the kiddies.

We had six children then so our oldest daughter Beatrice Elizabeth gave violin lessons--she was in a five-piece orchestra and they would play for high school programs and church--the Methodist--and for dances. They played over at Norfolk one night--that was when we had earphones to listen through. I got to hear them play. They made a little money for themselves. They were really good. Bea gave violin lessons too at high school and graduated at Van Nuys High School after we moved to California. She was an excellent writer. They made them take penmanship--so was her dad--he could draw birds very pretty.

Betty Mae was born in Albion on April 30, 1925.

In June 1927 we moved to California. When we sold our house in Albion we got $1,200.00 for it and only $115 for furniture at the auction. Chub bought a big Buick car and we took all we could. We went by my brother Perl's (Oscar Perl Anstine) place in Horace, Nebraska, and stayed there a little while. On our way to California we had a blowout with the tires and when we got up into the mountains Helen fainted away. We found big gooseberries so we had them to eat. We had a small tent so we all slept in it one night. On the way we also rented a cabin. It was real nice. It was bad coming through the desert. The wind blew sand a lot. We had an open car. We took a lot of pictures. I think Helen has the albums. We saw a lot of beautiful mountains and scenery. When we got almost to California Bobby said hurry up and get there before it blows up. Bea was eighteen years old. Bob was six years old. Betty Mae was two years old. We got out to my brother Grover's place in Los Angeles, California, on July 3rd--made it in about a week. My brother Grover married Chub's sister Grace Smith January 7, 1907. They had moved out to California quite a few years before we did. Walt and Dorothy Smith a year before us. We spent the month of August 1927 at Hanford, California, visiting some Smith relatives.

Then we went back to Los Angeles to live. We rented a house near my brother Grover. Then Chub's friend in Van Nuys got him a job as a bookkeeper at the Gas Company in Van Nuys so he drove all the way to Van Nuys for a little while then we moved to Van Nuys. Grover, Jr., was born in Dr. Waterman's home on Erwin Street in Van Nuys on December 21, 1927. I was thirty-five years old. Chub was forty-one years old. We had three rooms there. We stayed in Van Nuys one year--Helen and Bea attending Van Nuys High School--then back to Los Angeles for a year because Chub got a job at the Post Office in Los Angeles.
When we were living in Los Angeles Bea backed up to the old portable heater that did not have a shield in front of it and her gown and robe caught fire. She rushed to the front porch and wrapped herself in a rug but her back was badly burned--huge blisters formed and she couldn't stand to have any cover on her--caught cold--was rushed to the hospital and died on the way. She had had her tonsils out a while before that. Bea passed away October 3, 1929---just a few months after Helen graduated from Fremont High School.

We lived in Los Angeles for about a year and then moved back to Van Nuys. Chub drove to Los Angeles to work at the Post Office.

Betty Mae always liked to smell gas from the gas tank of the car. She stuck her nose in the gas tank and fainted away. Chub found her after she had fainted. She spent almost one year in and out of Children's Hospital in Los Angeles before she passed away. Only thing we could find out was that she had been born with an abnormal heart. She died November 4, 1934 at the hospital. Chub, Helen and I were with her when she passed away.

Then Chub decided to have surgery so we wouldn't have any more children. He went to a "quack" because he didn't have money for a real physician. Immediately blood poisoning set in and he almost went mad--later he found a piece of wire had been left in.

Chub bought six lots in the cemetery at Valhalla in North Hollywood. Bea and Betty were buried there.

Chub and I separated for thirteen years--then he died in the Los Angeles County General Hospital at 8:00 o'clock on a Monday morning December 31, 1957. He is buried also at Valhalla.

After Chub died I worked for a lady up by Canoga Park for a few months then I moved to Van Nuys and worked for a lady who had a home with six or eight people and she was hard to work for--so I quit her and moved over near Joe at a WCTU Home in Glendale. Then back to Van Nuys and Sherman Oaks. Then I lived at the Morman Temple in Los Angeles for a year and got sick and came back to Van Nuys.

I lived at Pico Rivera Retirement home and at Bird Haven Christian Manor (12055 Lakewood Blvd., Downey). I moved about nineteen times in all. After Bird Haven Manor--a place near Bob and Rose in Buena Park--then Camarillo Convalescent Hospital--Crown Manor in Oxnard and last at Maywood Convalescent Hospital on "C" Street in Oxnard.

 

 

Note: Viola Ina (Anstine) Smith died on October 24, 1986 at the age of 94 in Oxnard, California, and is buried beside other family members in Valhalla Cemetery in Burbank, California.

 

Vital information about family members:

Viola Ina Anstine (b. June 10, 1892, d. October 24, 1986) married Grover Cleveland Smith (b. Oct. 17, 1886, d. Dec. 31, 1957) on May 19, 1908. Children: Beatrice Elizabeth (b. Oct. 27, 1909, d. Oct. 3, 1929), Helen Katherine (b. Sept. 8, 1911), Joseph Donald (b. June 4, 1916, d. March 2, 1995) Eva Maxine (b. June 27, 1919), Robert Duane (b. Sept. 15, 1921, d. Jan. 13, 1991), Betty Mae (b. April 30, 1925, d. Nov. 4, 1934) and Grover Cleveland, Jr. (b. Dec. 21, 1927, d. April 19, 1985).

Frances Marion Anstine (b. May 10, 1849, d. Jan. 3, 1944) married Nevada E. Hack (b. May 2, 1860, d. Aug. 14, 1935) on April 17, 1878. Children: Edwin C. (b. Jan 22, 1883, d. Dec. 16, 1897), Grover C. (b. Aug. 14, 1884, d. Nov. 24, 1970), Oscar P. (b. Dec. 14, 1886, d. Jan. 18, 1969), Everett O. (b. Dec. 25, 1887, d. Jan. 18, 1911), Viola, Carl B. (b. May 4, 1894, d. Mar. 1964) and twin Earl B. (b. May 4, 1894, d. Apr. 14, 1927) and Mary B. (b. Aug. 6, 1900, d. Aug. 18, 1950).

Michael L. Anstine (b. March 29, 1817, d. Oct. 20, 1894) married Amy Snider (b. Dec. 15, 1815, d. Oct. 11, 1850) on Feb. 1, 1842; married #2 Mary J. Sims (b. Dec. 10, 1828, d. May 8, 1906).

Michael L. Anstine's parents: John Anstine (b. Oct. 4, 1788, d. Jan. 14, 1860) married Mary "Polly" Hindle (b. June 26, 1788, d. Aug. 18, 1874) on March 4, 1816.

Nevada E. Hack's parents: Leander Hack (b. Nov. 29, 1829, d. Oct. 6, 1909) married Elizabeth Custer (b. March 13, 1836, d. May 14, 1904) on May 4, 1863.