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Owen Franklin Barber

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Owen Franklin Barber

Birth
Daviess County, Indiana, USA
Death
19 Mar 1971 (aged 85)
Daviess County, Indiana, USA
Burial
Veale Township, Daviess County, Indiana, USA Add to Map
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The residents in Owen's house had to use an outhouse until the late 1960s when his children organized to build a modern bathroom on the house (Karen St. John to John Clement, 3 May 2003).

Grandfather Owen was usually dressed in bib overalls topped off with an old felt hat. Chewing tobacco, his retirement days were spent hoeing his garden and walking the farm chopping out horse weeds and thistle plants (ibid).

I have childhood memories of going to Mt. Gilead cemetery with Grandpa and Grandma where many of the Traylor and Barber clan are buried. Several trips were made to trim the grass about the graves just prior to and in preparation for "Decoration Day." When the day arrived, Grandma would take tin cans, cover them with foil, and fill them with flowers and decorate the graves. Whether the spring flowers would bloom in time for this occasion was a big worry for grandma (ibid).

During our visits to the cemetery, grandpa would take me by the hand and stroll by the graves; as we stopped in front of a stone, he would tell stories about who was buried there. He would tease and ask if I would come and visit him there someday (ibid).
The residents in Owen's house had to use an outhouse until the late 1960s when his children organized to build a modern bathroom on the house (Karen St. John to John Clement, 3 May 2003).

Grandfather Owen was usually dressed in bib overalls topped off with an old felt hat. Chewing tobacco, his retirement days were spent hoeing his garden and walking the farm chopping out horse weeds and thistle plants (ibid).

I have childhood memories of going to Mt. Gilead cemetery with Grandpa and Grandma where many of the Traylor and Barber clan are buried. Several trips were made to trim the grass about the graves just prior to and in preparation for "Decoration Day." When the day arrived, Grandma would take tin cans, cover them with foil, and fill them with flowers and decorate the graves. Whether the spring flowers would bloom in time for this occasion was a big worry for grandma (ibid).

During our visits to the cemetery, grandpa would take me by the hand and stroll by the graves; as we stopped in front of a stone, he would tell stories about who was buried there. He would tease and ask if I would come and visit him there someday (ibid).


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