MOTHER: Martha Everett Reasner
FATHER: Loren Leroy Manser
HUSBAND: Frederick Henry Huebner, Jr.
m. 12 Jul 1951
New Baltimore, Macomb, Michigan
(divorced 1979)
From Emma’s memorial service written by her “baby” sister, Margaret
All of us here today loved Emma – her children, her nieces and nephews and her friends. Emma was sweet, respectful, kind, giving, almost always never judged and she was strong. She did what a lot of the Mansers have done – faced difficulties head on and moved forward. She always fought to overcome what life threw at her.
On February 6th, 1995, I sat down and recorded approximately 25 minutes of her story – the story of the time when she was very young and a story that gives us insight into the Emma we all came to know.
Emma was born on June 10, 1932 in Thedford, Ont. My parents moved there during the depression along with their 3 young children, Barbara, Ada and Chuck. They moved back to the States when she was 1. Our interview began like this: “I drove Aunt Betty (Dad’s sister – Margaret Manser Dewar) crazy. I was 4 or 5 years old and I sang all the time. I remember Ada and I went to stay at her house and there was a song that was popular, I sang it over and over again and she made me go outside. I loved to sing.” Those of you who knew Emma when she was younger know she had a beautiful soprano voice. In New Baltimore, there was a time when Chuck sold his paper route to Emma. I was told that on Sunday mornings as she delivered her papers, people would hear her coming as she sang the songs that would be used in church service. The people I talked to related to me how much they loved listening to her beautiful voice. Emma also played the trombone in the Anchor Bay marching band and she took piano lessons from Mrs. Huebner who later became her mother-in-law – Betty Huebner Scherer. When Emma was in high school she made a recording of a song called, “Only A Rose”. I had that record and when she lived in Hawaii for 4 years, I often played it just to hear her voice. I know Emma passed on this love of music to her daughter, Kathy.
Emma also said, “One thing I did when I was little and showed up when I was an adult was I loved to draw and I can remember back when I was 3 or 4 years old, the kids went to school in Detroit, me being home with mom and some of the other little kids. They must have been napping and I didn’t have to nap. Mom would be working in the kitchen and she would give me a piece of paper – old samples of wall paper and I’d just turn it over and do my drawing. When I was five years old there was a paper factory across the street on Canton Avenue and I used to get permission from my mom to cross the street at a certain time. She would look out the window and watch me and I could go over to the paper factory and stand by an open window. They would occasionally give out paper that was imperfect and oh, what a treasure. Colored paper, oh I loved it. It was exciting.” Emma was an artist and graduated with a degree in art when she was in her 50’s. I love photography and I make note cards using my photographs. I would send my newest cards to Emma and she would call me. She would tell me how much she loved my photos and then proceed as an artist, to tell my why. I’ll miss that very much.
She said, “At home I used to help do dishes. I’d stand on a chair – I did that in Detroit when I was about 4. My job was to clean up the lunch dishes after the kids came home and had lunch and went back to school. I don’t remember resenting it, you just do it. It didn’t seem like that was a big deal. It just seemed like it was a thing I was asked to do and so, I would do it.” That was a philosophy that followed her throughout her life, much was asked of her and she just did it.
Ada, Barbara and Emma all talked fondly of their experiences living in Goodison. Emma said that Mom and Dad wanted their children to live out in the country and this was done when Emma was 5. Emma told me about playing house with Barb and Ada in an old, falling down chicken coop and going swimming by a bridge near their home and she told me this story, “I had a little friend there named Tootsie. She lived quite a ways down the highway. Mother wouldn’t let me go down the highway but I could go through fields to her house. I have often thought about that, it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. I was so little but I knew how to get to her house and we would play and then we’d go and sit on the edge of the bridge, watch the fish – it was real clear water and dragonflies would go by. It was just kind of a wonderful summer that I shared with this little friend and when we moved I lost this little friend.” Emma moved approximately 35 times in her lifetime. This is hard to imagine for most of us. Leaving friends and churches and as a military wife packing and unpacking and being with her children who also dealt with loss, this had to be tough. I really don’t know how she coped but she did.
There was more on the tape but this gives you some insight into Emma’s history and the woman she would be come. A woman loved by so many.
Emma had a strong faith and when she expressed the knowledge that as she put it, “this was it” the “it” was OK. The hard thing for her would be saying good-bye. I told her mom, Barb, Ada and the rest would be waiting for her and hug them for me. I truly believe she died in peace with the knowledge that more was to come.
FATHER: Loren Leroy Manser
HUSBAND: Frederick Henry Huebner, Jr.
m. 12 Jul 1951
New Baltimore, Macomb, Michigan
(divorced 1979)
From Emma’s memorial service written by her “baby” sister, Margaret
All of us here today loved Emma – her children, her nieces and nephews and her friends. Emma was sweet, respectful, kind, giving, almost always never judged and she was strong. She did what a lot of the Mansers have done – faced difficulties head on and moved forward. She always fought to overcome what life threw at her.
On February 6th, 1995, I sat down and recorded approximately 25 minutes of her story – the story of the time when she was very young and a story that gives us insight into the Emma we all came to know.
Emma was born on June 10, 1932 in Thedford, Ont. My parents moved there during the depression along with their 3 young children, Barbara, Ada and Chuck. They moved back to the States when she was 1. Our interview began like this: “I drove Aunt Betty (Dad’s sister – Margaret Manser Dewar) crazy. I was 4 or 5 years old and I sang all the time. I remember Ada and I went to stay at her house and there was a song that was popular, I sang it over and over again and she made me go outside. I loved to sing.” Those of you who knew Emma when she was younger know she had a beautiful soprano voice. In New Baltimore, there was a time when Chuck sold his paper route to Emma. I was told that on Sunday mornings as she delivered her papers, people would hear her coming as she sang the songs that would be used in church service. The people I talked to related to me how much they loved listening to her beautiful voice. Emma also played the trombone in the Anchor Bay marching band and she took piano lessons from Mrs. Huebner who later became her mother-in-law – Betty Huebner Scherer. When Emma was in high school she made a recording of a song called, “Only A Rose”. I had that record and when she lived in Hawaii for 4 years, I often played it just to hear her voice. I know Emma passed on this love of music to her daughter, Kathy.
Emma also said, “One thing I did when I was little and showed up when I was an adult was I loved to draw and I can remember back when I was 3 or 4 years old, the kids went to school in Detroit, me being home with mom and some of the other little kids. They must have been napping and I didn’t have to nap. Mom would be working in the kitchen and she would give me a piece of paper – old samples of wall paper and I’d just turn it over and do my drawing. When I was five years old there was a paper factory across the street on Canton Avenue and I used to get permission from my mom to cross the street at a certain time. She would look out the window and watch me and I could go over to the paper factory and stand by an open window. They would occasionally give out paper that was imperfect and oh, what a treasure. Colored paper, oh I loved it. It was exciting.” Emma was an artist and graduated with a degree in art when she was in her 50’s. I love photography and I make note cards using my photographs. I would send my newest cards to Emma and she would call me. She would tell me how much she loved my photos and then proceed as an artist, to tell my why. I’ll miss that very much.
She said, “At home I used to help do dishes. I’d stand on a chair – I did that in Detroit when I was about 4. My job was to clean up the lunch dishes after the kids came home and had lunch and went back to school. I don’t remember resenting it, you just do it. It didn’t seem like that was a big deal. It just seemed like it was a thing I was asked to do and so, I would do it.” That was a philosophy that followed her throughout her life, much was asked of her and she just did it.
Ada, Barbara and Emma all talked fondly of their experiences living in Goodison. Emma said that Mom and Dad wanted their children to live out in the country and this was done when Emma was 5. Emma told me about playing house with Barb and Ada in an old, falling down chicken coop and going swimming by a bridge near their home and she told me this story, “I had a little friend there named Tootsie. She lived quite a ways down the highway. Mother wouldn’t let me go down the highway but I could go through fields to her house. I have often thought about that, it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. I was so little but I knew how to get to her house and we would play and then we’d go and sit on the edge of the bridge, watch the fish – it was real clear water and dragonflies would go by. It was just kind of a wonderful summer that I shared with this little friend and when we moved I lost this little friend.” Emma moved approximately 35 times in her lifetime. This is hard to imagine for most of us. Leaving friends and churches and as a military wife packing and unpacking and being with her children who also dealt with loss, this had to be tough. I really don’t know how she coped but she did.
There was more on the tape but this gives you some insight into Emma’s history and the woman she would be come. A woman loved by so many.
Emma had a strong faith and when she expressed the knowledge that as she put it, “this was it” the “it” was OK. The hard thing for her would be saying good-bye. I told her mom, Barb, Ada and the rest would be waiting for her and hug them for me. I truly believe she died in peace with the knowledge that more was to come.
MOTHER: Martha Everett Reasner
FATHER: Loren Leroy Manser
HUSBAND: Frederick Henry Huebner, Jr.
m. 12 Jul 1951
New Baltimore, Macomb, Michigan
(divorced 1979)
From Emma’s memorial service written by her “baby” sister, Margaret
All of us here today loved Emma – her children, her nieces and nephews and her friends. Emma was sweet, respectful, kind, giving, almost always never judged and she was strong. She did what a lot of the Mansers have done – faced difficulties head on and moved forward. She always fought to overcome what life threw at her.
On February 6th, 1995, I sat down and recorded approximately 25 minutes of her story – the story of the time when she was very young and a story that gives us insight into the Emma we all came to know.
Emma was born on June 10, 1932 in Thedford, Ont. My parents moved there during the depression along with their 3 young children, Barbara, Ada and Chuck. They moved back to the States when she was 1. Our interview began like this: “I drove Aunt Betty (Dad’s sister – Margaret Manser Dewar) crazy. I was 4 or 5 years old and I sang all the time. I remember Ada and I went to stay at her house and there was a song that was popular, I sang it over and over again and she made me go outside. I loved to sing.” Those of you who knew Emma when she was younger know she had a beautiful soprano voice. In New Baltimore, there was a time when Chuck sold his paper route to Emma. I was told that on Sunday mornings as she delivered her papers, people would hear her coming as she sang the songs that would be used in church service. The people I talked to related to me how much they loved listening to her beautiful voice. Emma also played the trombone in the Anchor Bay marching band and she took piano lessons from Mrs. Huebner who later became her mother-in-law – Betty Huebner Scherer. When Emma was in high school she made a recording of a song called, “Only A Rose”. I had that record and when she lived in Hawaii for 4 years, I often played it just to hear her voice. I know Emma passed on this love of music to her daughter, Kathy.
Emma also said, “One thing I did when I was little and showed up when I was an adult was I loved to draw and I can remember back when I was 3 or 4 years old, the kids went to school in Detroit, me being home with mom and some of the other little kids. They must have been napping and I didn’t have to nap. Mom would be working in the kitchen and she would give me a piece of paper – old samples of wall paper and I’d just turn it over and do my drawing. When I was five years old there was a paper factory across the street on Canton Avenue and I used to get permission from my mom to cross the street at a certain time. She would look out the window and watch me and I could go over to the paper factory and stand by an open window. They would occasionally give out paper that was imperfect and oh, what a treasure. Colored paper, oh I loved it. It was exciting.” Emma was an artist and graduated with a degree in art when she was in her 50’s. I love photography and I make note cards using my photographs. I would send my newest cards to Emma and she would call me. She would tell me how much she loved my photos and then proceed as an artist, to tell my why. I’ll miss that very much.
She said, “At home I used to help do dishes. I’d stand on a chair – I did that in Detroit when I was about 4. My job was to clean up the lunch dishes after the kids came home and had lunch and went back to school. I don’t remember resenting it, you just do it. It didn’t seem like that was a big deal. It just seemed like it was a thing I was asked to do and so, I would do it.” That was a philosophy that followed her throughout her life, much was asked of her and she just did it.
Ada, Barbara and Emma all talked fondly of their experiences living in Goodison. Emma said that Mom and Dad wanted their children to live out in the country and this was done when Emma was 5. Emma told me about playing house with Barb and Ada in an old, falling down chicken coop and going swimming by a bridge near their home and she told me this story, “I had a little friend there named Tootsie. She lived quite a ways down the highway. Mother wouldn’t let me go down the highway but I could go through fields to her house. I have often thought about that, it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. I was so little but I knew how to get to her house and we would play and then we’d go and sit on the edge of the bridge, watch the fish – it was real clear water and dragonflies would go by. It was just kind of a wonderful summer that I shared with this little friend and when we moved I lost this little friend.” Emma moved approximately 35 times in her lifetime. This is hard to imagine for most of us. Leaving friends and churches and as a military wife packing and unpacking and being with her children who also dealt with loss, this had to be tough. I really don’t know how she coped but she did.
There was more on the tape but this gives you some insight into Emma’s history and the woman she would be come. A woman loved by so many.
Emma had a strong faith and when she expressed the knowledge that as she put it, “this was it” the “it” was OK. The hard thing for her would be saying good-bye. I told her mom, Barb, Ada and the rest would be waiting for her and hug them for me. I truly believe she died in peace with the knowledge that more was to come.
FATHER: Loren Leroy Manser
HUSBAND: Frederick Henry Huebner, Jr.
m. 12 Jul 1951
New Baltimore, Macomb, Michigan
(divorced 1979)
From Emma’s memorial service written by her “baby” sister, Margaret
All of us here today loved Emma – her children, her nieces and nephews and her friends. Emma was sweet, respectful, kind, giving, almost always never judged and she was strong. She did what a lot of the Mansers have done – faced difficulties head on and moved forward. She always fought to overcome what life threw at her.
On February 6th, 1995, I sat down and recorded approximately 25 minutes of her story – the story of the time when she was very young and a story that gives us insight into the Emma we all came to know.
Emma was born on June 10, 1932 in Thedford, Ont. My parents moved there during the depression along with their 3 young children, Barbara, Ada and Chuck. They moved back to the States when she was 1. Our interview began like this: “I drove Aunt Betty (Dad’s sister – Margaret Manser Dewar) crazy. I was 4 or 5 years old and I sang all the time. I remember Ada and I went to stay at her house and there was a song that was popular, I sang it over and over again and she made me go outside. I loved to sing.” Those of you who knew Emma when she was younger know she had a beautiful soprano voice. In New Baltimore, there was a time when Chuck sold his paper route to Emma. I was told that on Sunday mornings as she delivered her papers, people would hear her coming as she sang the songs that would be used in church service. The people I talked to related to me how much they loved listening to her beautiful voice. Emma also played the trombone in the Anchor Bay marching band and she took piano lessons from Mrs. Huebner who later became her mother-in-law – Betty Huebner Scherer. When Emma was in high school she made a recording of a song called, “Only A Rose”. I had that record and when she lived in Hawaii for 4 years, I often played it just to hear her voice. I know Emma passed on this love of music to her daughter, Kathy.
Emma also said, “One thing I did when I was little and showed up when I was an adult was I loved to draw and I can remember back when I was 3 or 4 years old, the kids went to school in Detroit, me being home with mom and some of the other little kids. They must have been napping and I didn’t have to nap. Mom would be working in the kitchen and she would give me a piece of paper – old samples of wall paper and I’d just turn it over and do my drawing. When I was five years old there was a paper factory across the street on Canton Avenue and I used to get permission from my mom to cross the street at a certain time. She would look out the window and watch me and I could go over to the paper factory and stand by an open window. They would occasionally give out paper that was imperfect and oh, what a treasure. Colored paper, oh I loved it. It was exciting.” Emma was an artist and graduated with a degree in art when she was in her 50’s. I love photography and I make note cards using my photographs. I would send my newest cards to Emma and she would call me. She would tell me how much she loved my photos and then proceed as an artist, to tell my why. I’ll miss that very much.
She said, “At home I used to help do dishes. I’d stand on a chair – I did that in Detroit when I was about 4. My job was to clean up the lunch dishes after the kids came home and had lunch and went back to school. I don’t remember resenting it, you just do it. It didn’t seem like that was a big deal. It just seemed like it was a thing I was asked to do and so, I would do it.” That was a philosophy that followed her throughout her life, much was asked of her and she just did it.
Ada, Barbara and Emma all talked fondly of their experiences living in Goodison. Emma said that Mom and Dad wanted their children to live out in the country and this was done when Emma was 5. Emma told me about playing house with Barb and Ada in an old, falling down chicken coop and going swimming by a bridge near their home and she told me this story, “I had a little friend there named Tootsie. She lived quite a ways down the highway. Mother wouldn’t let me go down the highway but I could go through fields to her house. I have often thought about that, it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. I was so little but I knew how to get to her house and we would play and then we’d go and sit on the edge of the bridge, watch the fish – it was real clear water and dragonflies would go by. It was just kind of a wonderful summer that I shared with this little friend and when we moved I lost this little friend.” Emma moved approximately 35 times in her lifetime. This is hard to imagine for most of us. Leaving friends and churches and as a military wife packing and unpacking and being with her children who also dealt with loss, this had to be tough. I really don’t know how she coped but she did.
There was more on the tape but this gives you some insight into Emma’s history and the woman she would be come. A woman loved by so many.
Emma had a strong faith and when she expressed the knowledge that as she put it, “this was it” the “it” was OK. The hard thing for her would be saying good-bye. I told her mom, Barb, Ada and the rest would be waiting for her and hug them for me. I truly believe she died in peace with the knowledge that more was to come.
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