Dispatch Democrat Friday, May 28, 1948 RUSH MORGAN ANDERSON Born in Belaire, Ohio, Rush was taken by his parents, John S. and Susan Anderson, at the age of two years to Grand View, Missouri. Here he grew to manhood, going to school and working an his father's large farm. About the time of reaching his majority, he spent two years working in Butte City, Montana. Returning to Grand View he took over the management of his father's farm until in 1894 he decided to farm on his own and purchased a ranch in Howard county, Missouri. Here he did his first major job of carpentry by building a commodious home of his own. In 1902, yielding to the persuasions of an older brother, he sold his holdings and came west to the fruit country at Hood River, Oregon, where he made some of the closest friendships of his life. In the fall of 1907, the renewed urge to till the soil and improve a place of his own led him to Round valley; and here, until his retirement in 1942, he continued to farm and improve his ranch one-half mile north of Covelo. Here his building of the soil and methods of tilling it gave him the satisfaction of raising the largest pumpkins and watermelons ever grown in Round valley. During these years, too, he built many residences and large barns in the community and it has been said, "These are his monuments." On June 11, 1923, he married Sadie Rokes McMurray, and together they continued to improve the ranch home and share in the activities of the community. To his wife, relatives, and friends there is another monument to his memory; his characteristic traits of kindness, patience and consideration. Rush had a genius for construction and re-construction, planning and remodeling, but during the time that his hands must needs remain idle there was never a complaint that he could not carry on the work he loved. When it became advisable to move into Covelo, his main interests were watching passersby and greeting, almost daily, the friends who dropped in to chat with him. To their "How are you?" his answer always was, "Fine." To his wife's queries his reply invariably was, "Quit your worrying; I'm all right." In his attitude of cheerful acceptance of come-what-may there is a sermon stronger than words; a lesson that will be remembered even by the little children who loved to come and sit near him. He had rounded out 84 years of a Good Life when his tired heart ceased to beat on the night of April 20, 1948. There remains to revere his memory his wife, and one sister, the last of a family of seven, Mrs. Lucy Fuqua of White Water, Kansas, and many nephews and nieces and a wide circle of friends.