Lizzie Catherine <I>Clark</I> Rone

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Lizzie Catherine Clark Rone

Birth
Ray County, Missouri, USA
Death
23 Jan 1946 (aged 71)
Caldwell County, Missouri, USA
Burial
Cowgill, Caldwell County, Missouri, USA Add to Map
Plot
Section 1, Block , Lot 4, Grave 3
Memorial ID
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Newspaper and Date Unknown
OBITUARY
Lizzie Catherine Clark, daughter of Jeremiah and Mary Clark, was born in Ray County, Missouri, March 10 1874, and departed this life at her home northwest of Polo, Mo. January 23, 1946, at the age of 71 years ten months and thirteen days.
She was the third of a family of twelve children, five of which preceded her in death.
She was united in marriage to George Rone November 5, 1891 and to this union two sons were born, Harrison of near Polo, and Floyd of the home.
She leaves to mourn her passing, her husband, two sons, nine grandchildren and three great-grandchildren; six sisters, Mrs. Mattie Yoho of Hamilton; Mrs. Carrie Clark of Polo; Mrs. Annie Irwin of Kansas City; Mrs. Verdella Clark of Hardin, and Mrs. Cora Griggs of Bakersfield, Calif., Mrs. Wesley Rupe of Horton, Kans., and a host of friends.
Funeral services were held at the Baptist church in Polo Friday afternoon, January 25th. Burial was in the Cowgill cemetery.

Hamilton Advocate, Hamilton, Missouri January 31, 1946
Mrs. George Rone passed away at her home Tuesday night after a long period of ill health. Funeral services were held Thursday afternoon.


LIZZIE CATHERINE (CLARK) RONE
(Mother of Henry Harrison Rone, Jr.)
Grandma Rone's grandchildren were probably the greatest pleasure in her life. I remember her touching me to pat my shoulder or to brush back my hair. If she ever kisssed me, I don't remember it. I knew how much she loved me because when she spoke to me, I heard it in her voice and saw it in her eyes. She never scolded or criticized but accepted me just as I was. I think she was a perfect grandma. Grandma was about 5'2" and she weighed around 160 pounds. Her hair was white by the time she was in her middle thirties. It was short and straight but if she were going some place, and that was rare, she curled it. The kerosene lamp would be lighted and the curling iron heated over the chimney. It came out kinked but she held it down with a thin white hairnet. During the day she wore a green dust cap. Her everyday dresses were faded printed cotton worn as long as mid-calf. Her underwear was the white teddy with the split crotch and her tan cotton socks were knotted at the knee. She wore a faded printed apron most of the day.
I never heard her complain but she avoided stair steps from the time I could remember. I knew her knees hurt and recall her showing me the buck-eye she carried in her pocket to ward off pain. She probably did not go to a
doctor during her declining years.
There was very little variety or imagination that went into her cooking but I loved her food. She made some kind of bread nearly every meal. Her biscuits were two inches thick and perfectly white because her wood stove oven never browned. Grandma complained about this but I thought they tasted delicious. The butter was churned right there in her kitchen so it was always fresh and plentiful. I would spread that on a biscuit and top it off with white syrup or her watermelon preserves. She made good sugar cookies from a recipe that my sister, Marjorie, uses to this day. When there was a special occasion, Grandma would stir up a white sugar cake and frost it in white icing. I was told that in her earlier days she was an excellent housekeeper. By the time I knew her, dusting and sweeping had become a chore.
Grandma never worked outside the home. She could read and write and often was seen reading literature from Christian Science publications. She went to school through the fifth grade and was taught on a slate by her
grant-grandfather, Adam Remley. I remember her using a treadle sewing machine and singing "The Great Physician" as she mended or sewed her dresses and aprons. Her name was on the role as a member of the Polo Baptist Church but nobody recalls her attending. She belonged to the Rebekah Lodge, the female counterpart of the Odd Fellows. A receipt dated December of 1935 for $.60 was found in the Family Bible. That was pay in full for membership the coming year. One of her talents was piecing and quilting quilts and her work was beautiful. Occasionally she played solitaire with the well-worn cards.
The only house pet I know of was given to her by her older sister, Annie. About 1940, she gave Grandma a canary and a bird cage. With a box top from a birdseed box she got a name tag that connected to the bird cage. She called her "Patsy." That bird sang her heart out for her new owner.
My grandparents moved a lot but some pieces of furniture had their natural spot. There was a gramophone with a collection of records in the parlor. In her bedroom, a brass bed frame held a featherbed covered with a quilt she had made. A powder dish with a matching hair dish sat on her oak dresser. A handsome china cabinet with convex glass stood in her kitchen. It was filled with beautiful glass dishes. There was a round oak table protected by an oilcloth. Condiments were kept in the center of the table and when the meal was finished she covered them with a white feedsack dishtowel. They would be kept free from dust or insects.
Typical of older people of the time she had many adages to quote. Sometimes I did not understand. Once she told me "If you get in trouble, don't run away. Tell your mother." It was not clear to me that she meant if I got pregnant. I thought she meant if I got in trouble with the law to tell my mother.
Her youngest son, Floyd, lived with Grandma and Grandpa Rone after a divorce in 1930. Their lives were so intertwined that when I think of one, I think of the other two. I never heard Grandma speak unkindly to either of them. My father, Harrison, had a gentle manner and I believe it began with his mother.
My grandmother died when I was fourteen and I missed her. After I married "Red" in 1964, and adopted his children I began to dream about her. In my dream, it was always early spring and we were in a car going to visit. I was excited for her to meet my family because I knew she would like them. The dream did not always conclude with our arrival but it never failed to make me feel happy.
I no longer dream about her but I can picture her in my mind's eye. If I have a shred of this woman's patience, love and gentleness, I thank her for that. She was a wonderful grandma.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
March 1996

Newspaper and Date Unknown
OBITUARY
Lizzie Catherine Clark, daughter of Jeremiah and Mary Clark, was born in Ray County, Missouri, March 10 1874, and departed this life at her home northwest of Polo, Mo. January 23, 1946, at the age of 71 years ten months and thirteen days.
She was the third of a family of twelve children, five of which preceded her in death.
She was united in marriage to George Rone November 5, 1891 and to this union two sons were born, Harrison of near Polo, and Floyd of the home.
She leaves to mourn her passing, her husband, two sons, nine grandchildren and three great-grandchildren; six sisters, Mrs. Mattie Yoho of Hamilton; Mrs. Carrie Clark of Polo; Mrs. Annie Irwin of Kansas City; Mrs. Verdella Clark of Hardin, and Mrs. Cora Griggs of Bakersfield, Calif., Mrs. Wesley Rupe of Horton, Kans., and a host of friends.
Funeral services were held at the Baptist church in Polo Friday afternoon, January 25th. Burial was in the Cowgill cemetery.

Hamilton Advocate, Hamilton, Missouri January 31, 1946
Mrs. George Rone passed away at her home Tuesday night after a long period of ill health. Funeral services were held Thursday afternoon.


LIZZIE CATHERINE (CLARK) RONE
(Mother of Henry Harrison Rone, Jr.)
Grandma Rone's grandchildren were probably the greatest pleasure in her life. I remember her touching me to pat my shoulder or to brush back my hair. If she ever kisssed me, I don't remember it. I knew how much she loved me because when she spoke to me, I heard it in her voice and saw it in her eyes. She never scolded or criticized but accepted me just as I was. I think she was a perfect grandma. Grandma was about 5'2" and she weighed around 160 pounds. Her hair was white by the time she was in her middle thirties. It was short and straight but if she were going some place, and that was rare, she curled it. The kerosene lamp would be lighted and the curling iron heated over the chimney. It came out kinked but she held it down with a thin white hairnet. During the day she wore a green dust cap. Her everyday dresses were faded printed cotton worn as long as mid-calf. Her underwear was the white teddy with the split crotch and her tan cotton socks were knotted at the knee. She wore a faded printed apron most of the day.
I never heard her complain but she avoided stair steps from the time I could remember. I knew her knees hurt and recall her showing me the buck-eye she carried in her pocket to ward off pain. She probably did not go to a
doctor during her declining years.
There was very little variety or imagination that went into her cooking but I loved her food. She made some kind of bread nearly every meal. Her biscuits were two inches thick and perfectly white because her wood stove oven never browned. Grandma complained about this but I thought they tasted delicious. The butter was churned right there in her kitchen so it was always fresh and plentiful. I would spread that on a biscuit and top it off with white syrup or her watermelon preserves. She made good sugar cookies from a recipe that my sister, Marjorie, uses to this day. When there was a special occasion, Grandma would stir up a white sugar cake and frost it in white icing. I was told that in her earlier days she was an excellent housekeeper. By the time I knew her, dusting and sweeping had become a chore.
Grandma never worked outside the home. She could read and write and often was seen reading literature from Christian Science publications. She went to school through the fifth grade and was taught on a slate by her
grant-grandfather, Adam Remley. I remember her using a treadle sewing machine and singing "The Great Physician" as she mended or sewed her dresses and aprons. Her name was on the role as a member of the Polo Baptist Church but nobody recalls her attending. She belonged to the Rebekah Lodge, the female counterpart of the Odd Fellows. A receipt dated December of 1935 for $.60 was found in the Family Bible. That was pay in full for membership the coming year. One of her talents was piecing and quilting quilts and her work was beautiful. Occasionally she played solitaire with the well-worn cards.
The only house pet I know of was given to her by her older sister, Annie. About 1940, she gave Grandma a canary and a bird cage. With a box top from a birdseed box she got a name tag that connected to the bird cage. She called her "Patsy." That bird sang her heart out for her new owner.
My grandparents moved a lot but some pieces of furniture had their natural spot. There was a gramophone with a collection of records in the parlor. In her bedroom, a brass bed frame held a featherbed covered with a quilt she had made. A powder dish with a matching hair dish sat on her oak dresser. A handsome china cabinet with convex glass stood in her kitchen. It was filled with beautiful glass dishes. There was a round oak table protected by an oilcloth. Condiments were kept in the center of the table and when the meal was finished she covered them with a white feedsack dishtowel. They would be kept free from dust or insects.
Typical of older people of the time she had many adages to quote. Sometimes I did not understand. Once she told me "If you get in trouble, don't run away. Tell your mother." It was not clear to me that she meant if I got pregnant. I thought she meant if I got in trouble with the law to tell my mother.
Her youngest son, Floyd, lived with Grandma and Grandpa Rone after a divorce in 1930. Their lives were so intertwined that when I think of one, I think of the other two. I never heard Grandma speak unkindly to either of them. My father, Harrison, had a gentle manner and I believe it began with his mother.
My grandmother died when I was fourteen and I missed her. After I married "Red" in 1964, and adopted his children I began to dream about her. In my dream, it was always early spring and we were in a car going to visit. I was excited for her to meet my family because I knew she would like them. The dream did not always conclude with our arrival but it never failed to make me feel happy.
I no longer dream about her but I can picture her in my mind's eye. If I have a shred of this woman's patience, love and gentleness, I thank her for that. She was a wonderful grandma.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
March 1996



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