Collection: King County Marriage Records, 1855-1990
Groom's Name:Clyde Clifford Wilson
Bride's Name:Netta Eileen Midkiff
Marriage Date:07-18-1957
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Netta Eileen Midkiff was the youngest daughter of Marie Marcella Wells and Charles Nathaniel Midkiff. She shares a birthday with her sister, Margarette Edith, who tragically died in a drowning accident Jun. 17, 1928
When Netta was young, she would go with her father to work at his news stands in downtown Seattle. Her father, Charles Midkiff had been a well known boxer. Some of Charle's customers were well suited businessmen, they knew Charles from his fighting, and would often tip little a dollar. Back in those days, the 1940's, a dollar was a lot of money for a little girl. She was always impressed with her fathers lasting reputation.
Netta married Clyde Wilson Sr. They made a home in Tenino Washington with their four children: Clyde Jr. Curt, Cara and Clint. She lived in a modest three bedroom home on Essex Street.
Netta's son Curt was born with Cerebral Palsy, requiring care for the rest of his life. Netta's only daughter Cara signed documents stating that she would be responsible for all Curt's care after Netta and her husband passed away. Cara's life ended soon after signing those documents, as she was involved in a fatal car accident on I-5. A semi truck fish tailed, skid on black ice, crushing Cara's automobile.
Netta was destroyed by the loss of her only daughter. She engaged in many support groups, wrote poems, and created websites commemorating her daughter's life.
For most of Netta's adult life, she was known as a hard working woman. She was always busy doing something around the house. Netta was a great conversationalist, any person with a problem could turn to Netta for guidance.
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I lost my child today
People came to weep and cry
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay
I wait to wake up from this dream
This can't be real, I want to scream
Yet everything is locked inside
God, help me, I want to die
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year
Now people who had came, have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside
And now my friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song
Good heavens, it has been so long
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me
The numbness it has disappeared
My eyes have now cried many tears
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time
The song’s the same, as is the rhyme
I lost my child.........today
--Netta Wilson, written in memory of her daughter Caprice Cara Wilson, who was killed in an auto accident (December 2, 1968 - November 20, 1994). Printed in the newsletter of The Compassionate Friends, Atlanta, May-June 2001
By Naomi
Groom's Name:Clyde Clifford Wilson
Bride's Name:Netta Eileen Midkiff
Marriage Date:07-18-1957
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Netta Eileen Midkiff was the youngest daughter of Marie Marcella Wells and Charles Nathaniel Midkiff. She shares a birthday with her sister, Margarette Edith, who tragically died in a drowning accident Jun. 17, 1928
When Netta was young, she would go with her father to work at his news stands in downtown Seattle. Her father, Charles Midkiff had been a well known boxer. Some of Charle's customers were well suited businessmen, they knew Charles from his fighting, and would often tip little a dollar. Back in those days, the 1940's, a dollar was a lot of money for a little girl. She was always impressed with her fathers lasting reputation.
Netta married Clyde Wilson Sr. They made a home in Tenino Washington with their four children: Clyde Jr. Curt, Cara and Clint. She lived in a modest three bedroom home on Essex Street.
Netta's son Curt was born with Cerebral Palsy, requiring care for the rest of his life. Netta's only daughter Cara signed documents stating that she would be responsible for all Curt's care after Netta and her husband passed away. Cara's life ended soon after signing those documents, as she was involved in a fatal car accident on I-5. A semi truck fish tailed, skid on black ice, crushing Cara's automobile.
Netta was destroyed by the loss of her only daughter. She engaged in many support groups, wrote poems, and created websites commemorating her daughter's life.
For most of Netta's adult life, she was known as a hard working woman. She was always busy doing something around the house. Netta was a great conversationalist, any person with a problem could turn to Netta for guidance.
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I lost my child today
People came to weep and cry
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay
I wait to wake up from this dream
This can't be real, I want to scream
Yet everything is locked inside
God, help me, I want to die
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year
Now people who had came, have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside
And now my friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song
Good heavens, it has been so long
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me
The numbness it has disappeared
My eyes have now cried many tears
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time
The song’s the same, as is the rhyme
I lost my child.........today
--Netta Wilson, written in memory of her daughter Caprice Cara Wilson, who was killed in an auto accident (December 2, 1968 - November 20, 1994). Printed in the newsletter of The Compassionate Friends, Atlanta, May-June 2001
By Naomi
Collection: King County Marriage Records, 1855-1990
Groom's Name:Clyde Clifford Wilson
Bride's Name:Netta Eileen Midkiff
Marriage Date:07-18-1957
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Netta Eileen Midkiff was the youngest daughter of Marie Marcella Wells and Charles Nathaniel Midkiff. She shares a birthday with her sister, Margarette Edith, who tragically died in a drowning accident Jun. 17, 1928
When Netta was young, she would go with her father to work at his news stands in downtown Seattle. Her father, Charles Midkiff had been a well known boxer. Some of Charle's customers were well suited businessmen, they knew Charles from his fighting, and would often tip little a dollar. Back in those days, the 1940's, a dollar was a lot of money for a little girl. She was always impressed with her fathers lasting reputation.
Netta married Clyde Wilson Sr. They made a home in Tenino Washington with their four children: Clyde Jr. Curt, Cara and Clint. She lived in a modest three bedroom home on Essex Street.
Netta's son Curt was born with Cerebral Palsy, requiring care for the rest of his life. Netta's only daughter Cara signed documents stating that she would be responsible for all Curt's care after Netta and her husband passed away. Cara's life ended soon after signing those documents, as she was involved in a fatal car accident on I-5. A semi truck fish tailed, skid on black ice, crushing Cara's automobile.
Netta was destroyed by the loss of her only daughter. She engaged in many support groups, wrote poems, and created websites commemorating her daughter's life.
For most of Netta's adult life, she was known as a hard working woman. She was always busy doing something around the house. Netta was a great conversationalist, any person with a problem could turn to Netta for guidance.
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I lost my child today
People came to weep and cry
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay
I wait to wake up from this dream
This can't be real, I want to scream
Yet everything is locked inside
God, help me, I want to die
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year
Now people who had came, have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside
And now my friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song
Good heavens, it has been so long
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me
The numbness it has disappeared
My eyes have now cried many tears
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time
The song’s the same, as is the rhyme
I lost my child.........today
--Netta Wilson, written in memory of her daughter Caprice Cara Wilson, who was killed in an auto accident (December 2, 1968 - November 20, 1994). Printed in the newsletter of The Compassionate Friends, Atlanta, May-June 2001
By Naomi
Groom's Name:Clyde Clifford Wilson
Bride's Name:Netta Eileen Midkiff
Marriage Date:07-18-1957
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Netta Eileen Midkiff was the youngest daughter of Marie Marcella Wells and Charles Nathaniel Midkiff. She shares a birthday with her sister, Margarette Edith, who tragically died in a drowning accident Jun. 17, 1928
When Netta was young, she would go with her father to work at his news stands in downtown Seattle. Her father, Charles Midkiff had been a well known boxer. Some of Charle's customers were well suited businessmen, they knew Charles from his fighting, and would often tip little a dollar. Back in those days, the 1940's, a dollar was a lot of money for a little girl. She was always impressed with her fathers lasting reputation.
Netta married Clyde Wilson Sr. They made a home in Tenino Washington with their four children: Clyde Jr. Curt, Cara and Clint. She lived in a modest three bedroom home on Essex Street.
Netta's son Curt was born with Cerebral Palsy, requiring care for the rest of his life. Netta's only daughter Cara signed documents stating that she would be responsible for all Curt's care after Netta and her husband passed away. Cara's life ended soon after signing those documents, as she was involved in a fatal car accident on I-5. A semi truck fish tailed, skid on black ice, crushing Cara's automobile.
Netta was destroyed by the loss of her only daughter. She engaged in many support groups, wrote poems, and created websites commemorating her daughter's life.
For most of Netta's adult life, she was known as a hard working woman. She was always busy doing something around the house. Netta was a great conversationalist, any person with a problem could turn to Netta for guidance.
--------------------------------------
I lost my child today
People came to weep and cry
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay
I wait to wake up from this dream
This can't be real, I want to scream
Yet everything is locked inside
God, help me, I want to die
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year
Now people who had came, have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside
And now my friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song
Good heavens, it has been so long
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me
The numbness it has disappeared
My eyes have now cried many tears
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time
The song’s the same, as is the rhyme
I lost my child.........today
--Netta Wilson, written in memory of her daughter Caprice Cara Wilson, who was killed in an auto accident (December 2, 1968 - November 20, 1994). Printed in the newsletter of The Compassionate Friends, Atlanta, May-June 2001
By Naomi
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