Cameron News-Observer, Cameron, Missouri August 9, 1963
LIFETIME RESIDENT DIES
Charles Edwin Logue, 78, of Cameron died Thursday, August 8, at 6:10 p.m. at the Cameron Nursing Home, following an extended illness.
Mr. Logue was born in Petersburg, Minn., but spent the greater part of his life in DeKalb county and near Cameron. He was a retired farmer and livestock dealer.
Survivers include his wife, Mrs. Vera B. Logue; eight daughters, Alta Virginia Mann, Kidder; Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark.; Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kan.; Laverla Elliott, San Mateo, Calif.; Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla.; Elsie Mae Walker, Hamilton; Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron; Billie Jo Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif.; one sister, Edna Logue, Cameron, and 15 grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, August 10, at 3:00 p.m. in the Poland Chapel with the Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial will be in Graceland cemetery.
Newspaper Unknown
OBITUARY
Charles Edwin Logue was born July 4, 1885 in rural Petersburg, Minn., about ten miles south of Jackson, Minn.
He came to Missouri as a child with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Andrew Logue. they settled in the Mabel community where Charles Logue spent most of his life on a farm, and where he attended the Mabel community church.
He was united in marriage to Myrtle Marx in 1912. To this union was born a daughter, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliam, Rogers, Ark. and a son, Earl. His wife and son preceded him in death.
He continued to farm in the Mabel community until 1919 when he married Mrs. Charles Stade (Vera Bell Rice). She had a daughter, Mrs. LaVerla Elliott of San Mateo, Calif.
In 1936 they moved to Cameron where he was engaged in livestock trading until the last few years.
He was active in community affairs, having been a member of the school board, the township board, a Justice of the Peace for a term, and deputy sheriff of the election board of Grand River Township until this year.
He leaves his wife, daughters and one sister (Edna), 15 grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.
Advocate-Hamiltonian, Hamilton, Missouri August 15, 1963
DEATH OF CHARLES LOGUE
Charles E. Logue, 78, died Thursday at a nursing home in Cameron. He was a retired livestock dealer and farmer and father of Mrs. Glenn Walker of Hamilton.
Mr. Logue, who lived most of his life in DeKalb county, is survived by his wife, Mrs. Vera Logue of the home; seven other daughters, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark., Mrs. Laverla Elliott and Mrs. Billie Joe
Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif., Mrs. Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron, Mrs. Alta Mann, Kidder, Mrs. Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kans., and Mrs. Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla., a sister, Mrs. Edna Logue, Cameron and 15 grandchildren.
The funeral was at 3 p.m. Saturday at Poland chapel in Cameron with Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial was in Graceland cemetery, Cameron.
Charles Edwin Logue (1885-1963) was a farmer most of his life. In later years he was a livestock trader, and a pretty good one from all reports. He never bought anything he couldn't sell,and much of the time he made money on the livestock and supported his family, wife (Vera Belle Rice) and 8 daughters.
He moved his family from the farm north of Cameron, (a small community called Mabel) into Cameron in a rented house on North Orange Street in 1937, and kept trucking for others and also his livestock trading. Meanwhile he purchased other houses and rented them out for income. At one time he owned the ground where the Rambler Motel is located, and also built a Standard Oil Station, which was leased out for years to Standard Oil. This was located on ground west of Rambler Motel. They also had some lots east of where they lived on Orange Street and had some of the 1st trailers there in Cameron. This proved to be quite a chore, and not as profitable as other homes, and a lot of work keeping them up.
He was quite a disciplinarian. I'm sure he worried more about his daughters than my mother did. When I was growing up on the farm, he saw to it that we all had chores to do. And every Sunday we went to Sunday School and Church, he saw to that. We lived within walking distance of the Church. (He never went, but made sure all others did.) And, he never allowed us to do any ironing on Sunday. If we needed anything pressed for Sunday, it must be done before then. He never had to speak but once to any of his daughters, for to us his word was law. I never remember of him ever spanking me but once, and it was with a shingle, in the garage. There were 3 of us that got the shingle that time, but we all deserved it, and had been forwarned before hand. We had 1 1/4 mile to walk to school, and on our way home with a few other kids, we got to playing (this was on hwy. 69, which was put in while we lived at Mabel). We were late (again) getting home from school and the shingle was waiting for us. This broke our hearts worse than the shingle did.
While we were on the farm, Daddy (which is what he was called by all of us) had gone to Cameron in the car, and on his way home he picked up a hitchhiker, who had a rash - and shortly thereafter he came down with the
smallpox, and he was one sick man. We were then guarantined, and all vaccinated for the smallpox then. He usually had a hired man and Leona (his oldest daughter) done the milking and what farm work needed doing. He was also subject to real bad headaches for a good number of years.
Another time I remember of him climbing up the windmill to fix a wire that had broken, and a gust of wind came up and he climbed back down with his index finger nearly cut off. We got him to the yard under a shade tree and called the Doctor. He lost that finger.
While still on the farm and he was still going to sales, buying and selling cattle, he also had met some big cattlemen and they had him buying cattle for them for several years. One especially I remember lived in Mason City, Iowa, for he had a daughter, Helen Hartwell, about my age. She even went on a trip to Colorado with us all one year in a pickup with a wooden camper made by Dad, where we all set on benches and had a barrel of fun. We took occasional trips to Colorado where Daddy's brother, Lawrence, lived. They had a big family also. But, before we could take a trip we all had to walk the corn rows and chop down all cotton weeds and cuckleburrs. He gave us a penny a row, which was big money to us.
Daddy didn't like soup, especially potato soup. And lots of times when he went to town on Thursdays, which was livestock sale day, he'd call Mother and ask what she was having for supper, and if it was soup - he always had the excuse he'd be late, and for we girls to get the hogs slopped and cows milked. It became a great family joke. We accused him of just wanting to get out of doing chores.
He was a staunch Republican. There was no "down the middle" for him. At one time in my early childhood, he was Justice of the Peace, and one hot summer day, he held court in our shady front yard. Chairs were brought in, and I don't remember for sure just what the trial was about, but it seems like it was over a shooting. Then, after we moved to Cameron, he remained a part of the Republican Committee, and an active one.
In looking back, after we moved to town and the boys began appearing, I believe Daddy became a little apprehensive - for he didn't have this to worry about out in the country, at least not much. He had strick rules on our dating. We could only go out on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, but we had to go to Sunday School and Church on Sunday or we didn't go out on Sunday evening. Before the younger ones grew up he had about give up, and we older ones thought they got away with a lot more than we did. ha! But, as the years rolled by and we were all married, he made the remark he thought he had a great bunch of son-in-laws. We all kidded him about wanting to keep us all as old maids.
He was a man that made a lot of friends. Even if he had strong words with anyone, he never let it keep him from speaking and talking to them the next time he saw them. He was a man that had a fast walk, almost like a trot. And, he never slowed his pace much until "old age" caught up with him in his late 70's. He was not a drinker (an accasional ice cold beer w/salt in the hot summer). And he never smoked - but he could cuss when things didn't go right.
We 8 girls all have stories we could tell about our "Daddy." Even tho we thought he was too strict when we were young, as we grew older we realize it must have been a terrible worry and ordeal to have raised us all, and, he was so proud of us all. We all miss him and loved him dearly.
Daddy was 35 years of age when I came into the world. He was a man of average height (I'd say 5'8"-5'9") for the time and average weight. I don't think he ever weighed much over 165 pounds. And he was grey (or mostly grey) and nearly bald on the top. He had a slender nose and in fact a slender face. From pictures I've seen of him when he was a young man, he was a brunette (dark brown hair) and blue eyes. He was a very energetic man and always said if he had ever slowed down enough to think things out and use his head instead of his hands and feet, he'd probably have lived a lot longer. He always wanted to go "with his boots on." But, of course, he didn't. He died in Cameron Nursing Home, however, had not been there many months before his death, which was mainly of hardening of his arteries. He had developed diabetes in his later years.
Elsie May (Logue) Walker Hill July 1994
LIFETIME RESIDENT DIES
Charles Edwin Logue, 78, of Cameron died Thursday, August 8, at 6:10 p.m. at the Cameron Nursing Home, following an extended illness.
Mr. Logue was born in Petersburg, Minn., but spent the greater part of his life in DeKalb county and near Cameron. He was a retired farmer and livestock dealer.
Survivers include his wife, Mrs. Vera B. Logue; eight daughters, Alta Virginia Mann, Kidder; Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark.; Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kan.; Laverla Elliott, San Mateo, Calif.; Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla.; Elsie Mae Walker, Hamilton; Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron; Billie Jo Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif.; one sister, Edna Logue, Cameron, and 15 grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, August 10, at 3:00 p.m. in the Poland Chapel with the Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial will be in Graceland cemetery.
Newspaper Unknown
OBITUARY
Charles Edwin Logue was born July 4, 1885 in rural Petersburg, Minn., about ten miles south of Jackson, Minn.
He came to Missouri as a child with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Andrew Logue. they settled in the Mabel community where Charles Logue spent most of his life on a farm, and where he attended the Mabel community church.
He was united in marriage to Myrtle Marx in 1912. To this union was born a daughter, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliam, Rogers, Ark. and a son, Earl. His wife and son preceded him in death.
He continued to farm in the Mabel community until 1919 when he married Mrs. Charles Stade (Vera Bell Rice). She had a daughter, Mrs. LaVerla Elliott of San Mateo, Calif.
In 1936 they moved to Cameron where he was engaged in livestock trading until the last few years.
He was active in community affairs, having been a member of the school board, the township board, a Justice of the Peace for a term, and deputy sheriff of the election board of Grand River Township until this year.
He leaves his wife, daughters and one sister (Edna), 15 grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.
Advocate-Hamiltonian, Hamilton, Missouri August 15, 1963
DEATH OF CHARLES LOGUE
Charles E. Logue, 78, died Thursday at a nursing home in Cameron. He was a retired livestock dealer and farmer and father of Mrs. Glenn Walker of Hamilton.
Mr. Logue, who lived most of his life in DeKalb county, is survived by his wife, Mrs. Vera Logue of the home; seven other daughters, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark., Mrs. Laverla Elliott and Mrs. Billie Joe
Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif., Mrs. Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron, Mrs. Alta Mann, Kidder, Mrs. Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kans., and Mrs. Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla., a sister, Mrs. Edna Logue, Cameron and 15 grandchildren.
The funeral was at 3 p.m. Saturday at Poland chapel in Cameron with Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial was in Graceland cemetery, Cameron.
Charles Edwin Logue (1885-1963) was a farmer most of his life. In later years he was a livestock trader, and a pretty good one from all reports. He never bought anything he couldn't sell,and much of the time he made money on the livestock and supported his family, wife (Vera Belle Rice) and 8 daughters.
He moved his family from the farm north of Cameron, (a small community called Mabel) into Cameron in a rented house on North Orange Street in 1937, and kept trucking for others and also his livestock trading. Meanwhile he purchased other houses and rented them out for income. At one time he owned the ground where the Rambler Motel is located, and also built a Standard Oil Station, which was leased out for years to Standard Oil. This was located on ground west of Rambler Motel. They also had some lots east of where they lived on Orange Street and had some of the 1st trailers there in Cameron. This proved to be quite a chore, and not as profitable as other homes, and a lot of work keeping them up.
He was quite a disciplinarian. I'm sure he worried more about his daughters than my mother did. When I was growing up on the farm, he saw to it that we all had chores to do. And every Sunday we went to Sunday School and Church, he saw to that. We lived within walking distance of the Church. (He never went, but made sure all others did.) And, he never allowed us to do any ironing on Sunday. If we needed anything pressed for Sunday, it must be done before then. He never had to speak but once to any of his daughters, for to us his word was law. I never remember of him ever spanking me but once, and it was with a shingle, in the garage. There were 3 of us that got the shingle that time, but we all deserved it, and had been forwarned before hand. We had 1 1/4 mile to walk to school, and on our way home with a few other kids, we got to playing (this was on hwy. 69, which was put in while we lived at Mabel). We were late (again) getting home from school and the shingle was waiting for us. This broke our hearts worse than the shingle did.
While we were on the farm, Daddy (which is what he was called by all of us) had gone to Cameron in the car, and on his way home he picked up a hitchhiker, who had a rash - and shortly thereafter he came down with the
smallpox, and he was one sick man. We were then guarantined, and all vaccinated for the smallpox then. He usually had a hired man and Leona (his oldest daughter) done the milking and what farm work needed doing. He was also subject to real bad headaches for a good number of years.
Another time I remember of him climbing up the windmill to fix a wire that had broken, and a gust of wind came up and he climbed back down with his index finger nearly cut off. We got him to the yard under a shade tree and called the Doctor. He lost that finger.
While still on the farm and he was still going to sales, buying and selling cattle, he also had met some big cattlemen and they had him buying cattle for them for several years. One especially I remember lived in Mason City, Iowa, for he had a daughter, Helen Hartwell, about my age. She even went on a trip to Colorado with us all one year in a pickup with a wooden camper made by Dad, where we all set on benches and had a barrel of fun. We took occasional trips to Colorado where Daddy's brother, Lawrence, lived. They had a big family also. But, before we could take a trip we all had to walk the corn rows and chop down all cotton weeds and cuckleburrs. He gave us a penny a row, which was big money to us.
Daddy didn't like soup, especially potato soup. And lots of times when he went to town on Thursdays, which was livestock sale day, he'd call Mother and ask what she was having for supper, and if it was soup - he always had the excuse he'd be late, and for we girls to get the hogs slopped and cows milked. It became a great family joke. We accused him of just wanting to get out of doing chores.
He was a staunch Republican. There was no "down the middle" for him. At one time in my early childhood, he was Justice of the Peace, and one hot summer day, he held court in our shady front yard. Chairs were brought in, and I don't remember for sure just what the trial was about, but it seems like it was over a shooting. Then, after we moved to Cameron, he remained a part of the Republican Committee, and an active one.
In looking back, after we moved to town and the boys began appearing, I believe Daddy became a little apprehensive - for he didn't have this to worry about out in the country, at least not much. He had strick rules on our dating. We could only go out on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, but we had to go to Sunday School and Church on Sunday or we didn't go out on Sunday evening. Before the younger ones grew up he had about give up, and we older ones thought they got away with a lot more than we did. ha! But, as the years rolled by and we were all married, he made the remark he thought he had a great bunch of son-in-laws. We all kidded him about wanting to keep us all as old maids.
He was a man that made a lot of friends. Even if he had strong words with anyone, he never let it keep him from speaking and talking to them the next time he saw them. He was a man that had a fast walk, almost like a trot. And, he never slowed his pace much until "old age" caught up with him in his late 70's. He was not a drinker (an accasional ice cold beer w/salt in the hot summer). And he never smoked - but he could cuss when things didn't go right.
We 8 girls all have stories we could tell about our "Daddy." Even tho we thought he was too strict when we were young, as we grew older we realize it must have been a terrible worry and ordeal to have raised us all, and, he was so proud of us all. We all miss him and loved him dearly.
Daddy was 35 years of age when I came into the world. He was a man of average height (I'd say 5'8"-5'9") for the time and average weight. I don't think he ever weighed much over 165 pounds. And he was grey (or mostly grey) and nearly bald on the top. He had a slender nose and in fact a slender face. From pictures I've seen of him when he was a young man, he was a brunette (dark brown hair) and blue eyes. He was a very energetic man and always said if he had ever slowed down enough to think things out and use his head instead of his hands and feet, he'd probably have lived a lot longer. He always wanted to go "with his boots on." But, of course, he didn't. He died in Cameron Nursing Home, however, had not been there many months before his death, which was mainly of hardening of his arteries. He had developed diabetes in his later years.
Elsie May (Logue) Walker Hill July 1994
Cameron News-Observer, Cameron, Missouri August 9, 1963
LIFETIME RESIDENT DIES
Charles Edwin Logue, 78, of Cameron died Thursday, August 8, at 6:10 p.m. at the Cameron Nursing Home, following an extended illness.
Mr. Logue was born in Petersburg, Minn., but spent the greater part of his life in DeKalb county and near Cameron. He was a retired farmer and livestock dealer.
Survivers include his wife, Mrs. Vera B. Logue; eight daughters, Alta Virginia Mann, Kidder; Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark.; Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kan.; Laverla Elliott, San Mateo, Calif.; Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla.; Elsie Mae Walker, Hamilton; Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron; Billie Jo Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif.; one sister, Edna Logue, Cameron, and 15 grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, August 10, at 3:00 p.m. in the Poland Chapel with the Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial will be in Graceland cemetery.
Newspaper Unknown
OBITUARY
Charles Edwin Logue was born July 4, 1885 in rural Petersburg, Minn., about ten miles south of Jackson, Minn.
He came to Missouri as a child with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Andrew Logue. they settled in the Mabel community where Charles Logue spent most of his life on a farm, and where he attended the Mabel community church.
He was united in marriage to Myrtle Marx in 1912. To this union was born a daughter, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliam, Rogers, Ark. and a son, Earl. His wife and son preceded him in death.
He continued to farm in the Mabel community until 1919 when he married Mrs. Charles Stade (Vera Bell Rice). She had a daughter, Mrs. LaVerla Elliott of San Mateo, Calif.
In 1936 they moved to Cameron where he was engaged in livestock trading until the last few years.
He was active in community affairs, having been a member of the school board, the township board, a Justice of the Peace for a term, and deputy sheriff of the election board of Grand River Township until this year.
He leaves his wife, daughters and one sister (Edna), 15 grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.
Advocate-Hamiltonian, Hamilton, Missouri August 15, 1963
DEATH OF CHARLES LOGUE
Charles E. Logue, 78, died Thursday at a nursing home in Cameron. He was a retired livestock dealer and farmer and father of Mrs. Glenn Walker of Hamilton.
Mr. Logue, who lived most of his life in DeKalb county, is survived by his wife, Mrs. Vera Logue of the home; seven other daughters, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark., Mrs. Laverla Elliott and Mrs. Billie Joe
Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif., Mrs. Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron, Mrs. Alta Mann, Kidder, Mrs. Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kans., and Mrs. Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla., a sister, Mrs. Edna Logue, Cameron and 15 grandchildren.
The funeral was at 3 p.m. Saturday at Poland chapel in Cameron with Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial was in Graceland cemetery, Cameron.
Charles Edwin Logue (1885-1963) was a farmer most of his life. In later years he was a livestock trader, and a pretty good one from all reports. He never bought anything he couldn't sell,and much of the time he made money on the livestock and supported his family, wife (Vera Belle Rice) and 8 daughters.
He moved his family from the farm north of Cameron, (a small community called Mabel) into Cameron in a rented house on North Orange Street in 1937, and kept trucking for others and also his livestock trading. Meanwhile he purchased other houses and rented them out for income. At one time he owned the ground where the Rambler Motel is located, and also built a Standard Oil Station, which was leased out for years to Standard Oil. This was located on ground west of Rambler Motel. They also had some lots east of where they lived on Orange Street and had some of the 1st trailers there in Cameron. This proved to be quite a chore, and not as profitable as other homes, and a lot of work keeping them up.
He was quite a disciplinarian. I'm sure he worried more about his daughters than my mother did. When I was growing up on the farm, he saw to it that we all had chores to do. And every Sunday we went to Sunday School and Church, he saw to that. We lived within walking distance of the Church. (He never went, but made sure all others did.) And, he never allowed us to do any ironing on Sunday. If we needed anything pressed for Sunday, it must be done before then. He never had to speak but once to any of his daughters, for to us his word was law. I never remember of him ever spanking me but once, and it was with a shingle, in the garage. There were 3 of us that got the shingle that time, but we all deserved it, and had been forwarned before hand. We had 1 1/4 mile to walk to school, and on our way home with a few other kids, we got to playing (this was on hwy. 69, which was put in while we lived at Mabel). We were late (again) getting home from school and the shingle was waiting for us. This broke our hearts worse than the shingle did.
While we were on the farm, Daddy (which is what he was called by all of us) had gone to Cameron in the car, and on his way home he picked up a hitchhiker, who had a rash - and shortly thereafter he came down with the
smallpox, and he was one sick man. We were then guarantined, and all vaccinated for the smallpox then. He usually had a hired man and Leona (his oldest daughter) done the milking and what farm work needed doing. He was also subject to real bad headaches for a good number of years.
Another time I remember of him climbing up the windmill to fix a wire that had broken, and a gust of wind came up and he climbed back down with his index finger nearly cut off. We got him to the yard under a shade tree and called the Doctor. He lost that finger.
While still on the farm and he was still going to sales, buying and selling cattle, he also had met some big cattlemen and they had him buying cattle for them for several years. One especially I remember lived in Mason City, Iowa, for he had a daughter, Helen Hartwell, about my age. She even went on a trip to Colorado with us all one year in a pickup with a wooden camper made by Dad, where we all set on benches and had a barrel of fun. We took occasional trips to Colorado where Daddy's brother, Lawrence, lived. They had a big family also. But, before we could take a trip we all had to walk the corn rows and chop down all cotton weeds and cuckleburrs. He gave us a penny a row, which was big money to us.
Daddy didn't like soup, especially potato soup. And lots of times when he went to town on Thursdays, which was livestock sale day, he'd call Mother and ask what she was having for supper, and if it was soup - he always had the excuse he'd be late, and for we girls to get the hogs slopped and cows milked. It became a great family joke. We accused him of just wanting to get out of doing chores.
He was a staunch Republican. There was no "down the middle" for him. At one time in my early childhood, he was Justice of the Peace, and one hot summer day, he held court in our shady front yard. Chairs were brought in, and I don't remember for sure just what the trial was about, but it seems like it was over a shooting. Then, after we moved to Cameron, he remained a part of the Republican Committee, and an active one.
In looking back, after we moved to town and the boys began appearing, I believe Daddy became a little apprehensive - for he didn't have this to worry about out in the country, at least not much. He had strick rules on our dating. We could only go out on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, but we had to go to Sunday School and Church on Sunday or we didn't go out on Sunday evening. Before the younger ones grew up he had about give up, and we older ones thought they got away with a lot more than we did. ha! But, as the years rolled by and we were all married, he made the remark he thought he had a great bunch of son-in-laws. We all kidded him about wanting to keep us all as old maids.
He was a man that made a lot of friends. Even if he had strong words with anyone, he never let it keep him from speaking and talking to them the next time he saw them. He was a man that had a fast walk, almost like a trot. And, he never slowed his pace much until "old age" caught up with him in his late 70's. He was not a drinker (an accasional ice cold beer w/salt in the hot summer). And he never smoked - but he could cuss when things didn't go right.
We 8 girls all have stories we could tell about our "Daddy." Even tho we thought he was too strict when we were young, as we grew older we realize it must have been a terrible worry and ordeal to have raised us all, and, he was so proud of us all. We all miss him and loved him dearly.
Daddy was 35 years of age when I came into the world. He was a man of average height (I'd say 5'8"-5'9") for the time and average weight. I don't think he ever weighed much over 165 pounds. And he was grey (or mostly grey) and nearly bald on the top. He had a slender nose and in fact a slender face. From pictures I've seen of him when he was a young man, he was a brunette (dark brown hair) and blue eyes. He was a very energetic man and always said if he had ever slowed down enough to think things out and use his head instead of his hands and feet, he'd probably have lived a lot longer. He always wanted to go "with his boots on." But, of course, he didn't. He died in Cameron Nursing Home, however, had not been there many months before his death, which was mainly of hardening of his arteries. He had developed diabetes in his later years.
Elsie May (Logue) Walker Hill July 1994
LIFETIME RESIDENT DIES
Charles Edwin Logue, 78, of Cameron died Thursday, August 8, at 6:10 p.m. at the Cameron Nursing Home, following an extended illness.
Mr. Logue was born in Petersburg, Minn., but spent the greater part of his life in DeKalb county and near Cameron. He was a retired farmer and livestock dealer.
Survivers include his wife, Mrs. Vera B. Logue; eight daughters, Alta Virginia Mann, Kidder; Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark.; Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kan.; Laverla Elliott, San Mateo, Calif.; Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla.; Elsie Mae Walker, Hamilton; Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron; Billie Jo Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif.; one sister, Edna Logue, Cameron, and 15 grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, August 10, at 3:00 p.m. in the Poland Chapel with the Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial will be in Graceland cemetery.
Newspaper Unknown
OBITUARY
Charles Edwin Logue was born July 4, 1885 in rural Petersburg, Minn., about ten miles south of Jackson, Minn.
He came to Missouri as a child with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Andrew Logue. they settled in the Mabel community where Charles Logue spent most of his life on a farm, and where he attended the Mabel community church.
He was united in marriage to Myrtle Marx in 1912. To this union was born a daughter, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliam, Rogers, Ark. and a son, Earl. His wife and son preceded him in death.
He continued to farm in the Mabel community until 1919 when he married Mrs. Charles Stade (Vera Bell Rice). She had a daughter, Mrs. LaVerla Elliott of San Mateo, Calif.
In 1936 they moved to Cameron where he was engaged in livestock trading until the last few years.
He was active in community affairs, having been a member of the school board, the township board, a Justice of the Peace for a term, and deputy sheriff of the election board of Grand River Township until this year.
He leaves his wife, daughters and one sister (Edna), 15 grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.
Advocate-Hamiltonian, Hamilton, Missouri August 15, 1963
DEATH OF CHARLES LOGUE
Charles E. Logue, 78, died Thursday at a nursing home in Cameron. He was a retired livestock dealer and farmer and father of Mrs. Glenn Walker of Hamilton.
Mr. Logue, who lived most of his life in DeKalb county, is survived by his wife, Mrs. Vera Logue of the home; seven other daughters, Mrs. Leona Fitzwilliams, Rogers, Ark., Mrs. Laverla Elliott and Mrs. Billie Joe
Pemberton, San Mateo, Calif., Mrs. Juanita Kellerstrass, Cameron, Mrs. Alta Mann, Kidder, Mrs. Jean Ensign, Kansas City, Kans., and Mrs. Charlene Ellis, St. Petersburg, Fla., a sister, Mrs. Edna Logue, Cameron and 15 grandchildren.
The funeral was at 3 p.m. Saturday at Poland chapel in Cameron with Rev. John Gooding officiating. Burial was in Graceland cemetery, Cameron.
Charles Edwin Logue (1885-1963) was a farmer most of his life. In later years he was a livestock trader, and a pretty good one from all reports. He never bought anything he couldn't sell,and much of the time he made money on the livestock and supported his family, wife (Vera Belle Rice) and 8 daughters.
He moved his family from the farm north of Cameron, (a small community called Mabel) into Cameron in a rented house on North Orange Street in 1937, and kept trucking for others and also his livestock trading. Meanwhile he purchased other houses and rented them out for income. At one time he owned the ground where the Rambler Motel is located, and also built a Standard Oil Station, which was leased out for years to Standard Oil. This was located on ground west of Rambler Motel. They also had some lots east of where they lived on Orange Street and had some of the 1st trailers there in Cameron. This proved to be quite a chore, and not as profitable as other homes, and a lot of work keeping them up.
He was quite a disciplinarian. I'm sure he worried more about his daughters than my mother did. When I was growing up on the farm, he saw to it that we all had chores to do. And every Sunday we went to Sunday School and Church, he saw to that. We lived within walking distance of the Church. (He never went, but made sure all others did.) And, he never allowed us to do any ironing on Sunday. If we needed anything pressed for Sunday, it must be done before then. He never had to speak but once to any of his daughters, for to us his word was law. I never remember of him ever spanking me but once, and it was with a shingle, in the garage. There were 3 of us that got the shingle that time, but we all deserved it, and had been forwarned before hand. We had 1 1/4 mile to walk to school, and on our way home with a few other kids, we got to playing (this was on hwy. 69, which was put in while we lived at Mabel). We were late (again) getting home from school and the shingle was waiting for us. This broke our hearts worse than the shingle did.
While we were on the farm, Daddy (which is what he was called by all of us) had gone to Cameron in the car, and on his way home he picked up a hitchhiker, who had a rash - and shortly thereafter he came down with the
smallpox, and he was one sick man. We were then guarantined, and all vaccinated for the smallpox then. He usually had a hired man and Leona (his oldest daughter) done the milking and what farm work needed doing. He was also subject to real bad headaches for a good number of years.
Another time I remember of him climbing up the windmill to fix a wire that had broken, and a gust of wind came up and he climbed back down with his index finger nearly cut off. We got him to the yard under a shade tree and called the Doctor. He lost that finger.
While still on the farm and he was still going to sales, buying and selling cattle, he also had met some big cattlemen and they had him buying cattle for them for several years. One especially I remember lived in Mason City, Iowa, for he had a daughter, Helen Hartwell, about my age. She even went on a trip to Colorado with us all one year in a pickup with a wooden camper made by Dad, where we all set on benches and had a barrel of fun. We took occasional trips to Colorado where Daddy's brother, Lawrence, lived. They had a big family also. But, before we could take a trip we all had to walk the corn rows and chop down all cotton weeds and cuckleburrs. He gave us a penny a row, which was big money to us.
Daddy didn't like soup, especially potato soup. And lots of times when he went to town on Thursdays, which was livestock sale day, he'd call Mother and ask what she was having for supper, and if it was soup - he always had the excuse he'd be late, and for we girls to get the hogs slopped and cows milked. It became a great family joke. We accused him of just wanting to get out of doing chores.
He was a staunch Republican. There was no "down the middle" for him. At one time in my early childhood, he was Justice of the Peace, and one hot summer day, he held court in our shady front yard. Chairs were brought in, and I don't remember for sure just what the trial was about, but it seems like it was over a shooting. Then, after we moved to Cameron, he remained a part of the Republican Committee, and an active one.
In looking back, after we moved to town and the boys began appearing, I believe Daddy became a little apprehensive - for he didn't have this to worry about out in the country, at least not much. He had strick rules on our dating. We could only go out on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, but we had to go to Sunday School and Church on Sunday or we didn't go out on Sunday evening. Before the younger ones grew up he had about give up, and we older ones thought they got away with a lot more than we did. ha! But, as the years rolled by and we were all married, he made the remark he thought he had a great bunch of son-in-laws. We all kidded him about wanting to keep us all as old maids.
He was a man that made a lot of friends. Even if he had strong words with anyone, he never let it keep him from speaking and talking to them the next time he saw them. He was a man that had a fast walk, almost like a trot. And, he never slowed his pace much until "old age" caught up with him in his late 70's. He was not a drinker (an accasional ice cold beer w/salt in the hot summer). And he never smoked - but he could cuss when things didn't go right.
We 8 girls all have stories we could tell about our "Daddy." Even tho we thought he was too strict when we were young, as we grew older we realize it must have been a terrible worry and ordeal to have raised us all, and, he was so proud of us all. We all miss him and loved him dearly.
Daddy was 35 years of age when I came into the world. He was a man of average height (I'd say 5'8"-5'9") for the time and average weight. I don't think he ever weighed much over 165 pounds. And he was grey (or mostly grey) and nearly bald on the top. He had a slender nose and in fact a slender face. From pictures I've seen of him when he was a young man, he was a brunette (dark brown hair) and blue eyes. He was a very energetic man and always said if he had ever slowed down enough to think things out and use his head instead of his hands and feet, he'd probably have lived a lot longer. He always wanted to go "with his boots on." But, of course, he didn't. He died in Cameron Nursing Home, however, had not been there many months before his death, which was mainly of hardening of his arteries. He had developed diabetes in his later years.
Elsie May (Logue) Walker Hill July 1994
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