Christina Sanders Christina Sanders, 95, of Hamilton, died Saturday morning at the Valley View Estates Nursing Hone in Hamilton.
She was born April 19, 1896 in Breckenridge, Minn., the daughter of Mike and Mary Seber.
She married Archie Sanders at Bozeman, Mont, in 1923. He preceded her in death in 1933.
She worked as a ranch cook and housekeeper throughout Western Montana, including the Starr Ranch in Bozeman. She moved to the Hamilton area in 1927.
Survivors include a son, Lawrence Sanders, Lake Havasu City, Ariz a daughter, Marie Geldrich, Kalispell; seven grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
She also was preceded in death by four brothers and three sisters.
A private family service will be held at a later date.
Arrangements are by the Dowling Funeral Home
(Ravalli Republic, Hamilton, Montana, 23 Dec 1991, Mon., P. 7)
*GRANDMA SAW A WOOLY BEAR
Years ago, my parents lived on a farm in Northern Minnesota. The farm was surrounded by forests, lakes, and swamps. Many beautiful wild flowers grew in the woods and on the hillsides, and water lilies grew in many of the lakes and ponds.
I was six years old at the time and my three older sisters were grown up. My three brothers were what they call "teenagers" now, and my brother, Peter, who was the youngest in the family, was age three.
My sister, Theresa, who was about eighteen, came home for a visit about the time the blueberries that grew all over the hills were ready to pick. The berries were sold in town from door to door by the quart to bring in cash with which to buy the necessary things that had to be paid cash for.
One day, my parents went to pick blueberries and left Theresa to look after Peter and I. My three older brothers, John, Mike, and Joe, went along. Some days, my father would hitch the team to the wagon, put in some hay and a keg of water for us to drink, and a good picnic lunch including blueberry pie. We would pick all day, as the patch was some distance from our farm. This day, they walked to the berry patch.
About noon, Theresa sent me to the garden for green onions for lunch. I pulled up a nice bunch and proceeded to clean them in the summer kitchen and woodshed added on. There was a wooden door between the summer kitchen and woodshed. This door had a piece broken out about two inches wide and eight inches long. We had several washtubs and tin pails stored in this shed, as the boys used them often to carry water to the house from our open well. This was really a job on wash days, when our mother had to wash clothes for seven of us, especially in the winter when the clothes had to be hung on clothes lines strung from one pine tree to the next. They would freeze stiff and flap in the wind.
I was about finished cleaning the onions when I heard a noise in the woodshed. Something had rattled a washtub or pail. What could be out there to do that, I wondered? Then there were more noises and I became frightened and just sat there trying to stare through the crack in the door. As I sat there staring, something moved in front of the crack and stood still. I was petrified with fear by now and I dropped my knife and dashed for the door that led into the part of the house where Theresa was. I was so scared I had turned white, which frightened my sister so she could hardly ask me what had happened. I stammered that there was a black bear in the woodshed. From the way I looked, Theresa didn't doubt that I knew what I had seen. She grabbed up Peter and dashed for the stairs with me right behind her. She put Peter into a round topped trunk and closed the lid down.
Up until now, I had never seen a bear, not even in a picture book, but I had seen several timber wolves. I even saw one grab a chicken by our pond and dash into the brush. I had heard my brothers talk about bears and there were black bears still around; and they liked to eat blueberries.
We could still hear some noises in the woodshed. We looked out the small window, but saw nothing. Soon all was quiet. Whatever was in the shed must have left. Theresa took Peter out of the trunk, which was a good thing, as he may have smothered for lack of air. After a few minutes, we got nerve enough to go downstairs and cautiously opened the door to the summer kitchen far enough so we could peek out. Nothing was there, so we went to the door with the crack and listened. All was quiet. Theresa peeked through the crack and saw nothing, so she opened the door a little and peeked into the woodshed. Nothing was there. We were getting braver by the minute and stepped outside and looked all around. /finally, my sister suggested that perhaps pigs had gotten out of their pen. They were black. So we cautiously made our way to the pig pen, but all of them were there taking it easy. My sister asked me again what it looked like, and all I could say was that it had black fur. I can't remember how long all this took, but I was glad to see my parents coming through the yard with buckets full of blueberries.
They sensed something was wrong; maybe my face was still white. Theresa told them what I had seen. The boys were skeptical that I had seen a bear, and said so. I became angry and shouted, "I did see a bear; it had wooly fur". Everyone looked astonished, even my father. All three brothers shouted at the same time that bears did not have wooly fur. I shouted back that this one did. Father quieted us all down saying, "she saw something, but what"?
I was teased a lot about about the wooly bear, but got used to it. Three months later the mystery was solved when a neighbor got into a conversation with my father about his sheep straying into the woods. He was afraid the wolves would get them. How many sheep do you have, my father asked? Three white ones and a black one, he answered. So the mystery was solved. The sheep had strayed to our farm over the path through the woods, and sheep are snoopy like many other animals.
Grandma Sanders
CHRISTINA ELIZABETH SEBER was the ninth of ten children born to Michael and Mary (Goltl) Sieber. Christine was born 19 Apr 1896 in Breckenridge, Wilkin Co., MN, and died 21 Dec 1991 in 59840 Hamilton, Ravalli, MT. She was married twice, first ABOUT 1915 to EDWIN/EDWARD STARR; second to ARCHIE PERRY SANDERS 1923 in Montana. He was born 30 Oct 1889 in Clarence, Shelby Co., Missouri, and died 18 Jun 1934 in Ravalli Co., MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and EDWIN/EDWARD STARR are:
i. MARIE GENEVIEVE STARR, b. 22 Aug 1916, Montana; d. 26 Jun 2002, Azle, Tarrant, Texas, United States of America; m. PETER JOHN GELDRICH; b. 21 Jan 1910; d. 25 May 1984, 59855 Pablo, Lake, MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and ARCHIE SANDERS are:
ii. LAWRENCE LARRY SANDERS, b. 1931
She was born April 19, 1896 in Breckenridge, Minn., the daughter of Mike and Mary Seber.
She married Archie Sanders at Bozeman, Mont, in 1923. He preceded her in death in 1933.
She worked as a ranch cook and housekeeper throughout Western Montana, including the Starr Ranch in Bozeman. She moved to the Hamilton area in 1927.
Survivors include a son, Lawrence Sanders, Lake Havasu City, Ariz a daughter, Marie Geldrich, Kalispell; seven grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
She also was preceded in death by four brothers and three sisters.
A private family service will be held at a later date.
Arrangements are by the Dowling Funeral Home
(Ravalli Republic, Hamilton, Montana, 23 Dec 1991, Mon., P. 7)
*GRANDMA SAW A WOOLY BEAR
Years ago, my parents lived on a farm in Northern Minnesota. The farm was surrounded by forests, lakes, and swamps. Many beautiful wild flowers grew in the woods and on the hillsides, and water lilies grew in many of the lakes and ponds.
I was six years old at the time and my three older sisters were grown up. My three brothers were what they call "teenagers" now, and my brother, Peter, who was the youngest in the family, was age three.
My sister, Theresa, who was about eighteen, came home for a visit about the time the blueberries that grew all over the hills were ready to pick. The berries were sold in town from door to door by the quart to bring in cash with which to buy the necessary things that had to be paid cash for.
One day, my parents went to pick blueberries and left Theresa to look after Peter and I. My three older brothers, John, Mike, and Joe, went along. Some days, my father would hitch the team to the wagon, put in some hay and a keg of water for us to drink, and a good picnic lunch including blueberry pie. We would pick all day, as the patch was some distance from our farm. This day, they walked to the berry patch.
About noon, Theresa sent me to the garden for green onions for lunch. I pulled up a nice bunch and proceeded to clean them in the summer kitchen and woodshed added on. There was a wooden door between the summer kitchen and woodshed. This door had a piece broken out about two inches wide and eight inches long. We had several washtubs and tin pails stored in this shed, as the boys used them often to carry water to the house from our open well. This was really a job on wash days, when our mother had to wash clothes for seven of us, especially in the winter when the clothes had to be hung on clothes lines strung from one pine tree to the next. They would freeze stiff and flap in the wind.
I was about finished cleaning the onions when I heard a noise in the woodshed. Something had rattled a washtub or pail. What could be out there to do that, I wondered? Then there were more noises and I became frightened and just sat there trying to stare through the crack in the door. As I sat there staring, something moved in front of the crack and stood still. I was petrified with fear by now and I dropped my knife and dashed for the door that led into the part of the house where Theresa was. I was so scared I had turned white, which frightened my sister so she could hardly ask me what had happened. I stammered that there was a black bear in the woodshed. From the way I looked, Theresa didn't doubt that I knew what I had seen. She grabbed up Peter and dashed for the stairs with me right behind her. She put Peter into a round topped trunk and closed the lid down.
Up until now, I had never seen a bear, not even in a picture book, but I had seen several timber wolves. I even saw one grab a chicken by our pond and dash into the brush. I had heard my brothers talk about bears and there were black bears still around; and they liked to eat blueberries.
We could still hear some noises in the woodshed. We looked out the small window, but saw nothing. Soon all was quiet. Whatever was in the shed must have left. Theresa took Peter out of the trunk, which was a good thing, as he may have smothered for lack of air. After a few minutes, we got nerve enough to go downstairs and cautiously opened the door to the summer kitchen far enough so we could peek out. Nothing was there, so we went to the door with the crack and listened. All was quiet. Theresa peeked through the crack and saw nothing, so she opened the door a little and peeked into the woodshed. Nothing was there. We were getting braver by the minute and stepped outside and looked all around. /finally, my sister suggested that perhaps pigs had gotten out of their pen. They were black. So we cautiously made our way to the pig pen, but all of them were there taking it easy. My sister asked me again what it looked like, and all I could say was that it had black fur. I can't remember how long all this took, but I was glad to see my parents coming through the yard with buckets full of blueberries.
They sensed something was wrong; maybe my face was still white. Theresa told them what I had seen. The boys were skeptical that I had seen a bear, and said so. I became angry and shouted, "I did see a bear; it had wooly fur". Everyone looked astonished, even my father. All three brothers shouted at the same time that bears did not have wooly fur. I shouted back that this one did. Father quieted us all down saying, "she saw something, but what"?
I was teased a lot about about the wooly bear, but got used to it. Three months later the mystery was solved when a neighbor got into a conversation with my father about his sheep straying into the woods. He was afraid the wolves would get them. How many sheep do you have, my father asked? Three white ones and a black one, he answered. So the mystery was solved. The sheep had strayed to our farm over the path through the woods, and sheep are snoopy like many other animals.
Grandma Sanders
CHRISTINA ELIZABETH SEBER was the ninth of ten children born to Michael and Mary (Goltl) Sieber. Christine was born 19 Apr 1896 in Breckenridge, Wilkin Co., MN, and died 21 Dec 1991 in 59840 Hamilton, Ravalli, MT. She was married twice, first ABOUT 1915 to EDWIN/EDWARD STARR; second to ARCHIE PERRY SANDERS 1923 in Montana. He was born 30 Oct 1889 in Clarence, Shelby Co., Missouri, and died 18 Jun 1934 in Ravalli Co., MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and EDWIN/EDWARD STARR are:
i. MARIE GENEVIEVE STARR, b. 22 Aug 1916, Montana; d. 26 Jun 2002, Azle, Tarrant, Texas, United States of America; m. PETER JOHN GELDRICH; b. 21 Jan 1910; d. 25 May 1984, 59855 Pablo, Lake, MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and ARCHIE SANDERS are:
ii. LAWRENCE LARRY SANDERS, b. 1931
Christina Sanders Christina Sanders, 95, of Hamilton, died Saturday morning at the Valley View Estates Nursing Hone in Hamilton.
She was born April 19, 1896 in Breckenridge, Minn., the daughter of Mike and Mary Seber.
She married Archie Sanders at Bozeman, Mont, in 1923. He preceded her in death in 1933.
She worked as a ranch cook and housekeeper throughout Western Montana, including the Starr Ranch in Bozeman. She moved to the Hamilton area in 1927.
Survivors include a son, Lawrence Sanders, Lake Havasu City, Ariz a daughter, Marie Geldrich, Kalispell; seven grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
She also was preceded in death by four brothers and three sisters.
A private family service will be held at a later date.
Arrangements are by the Dowling Funeral Home
(Ravalli Republic, Hamilton, Montana, 23 Dec 1991, Mon., P. 7)
*GRANDMA SAW A WOOLY BEAR
Years ago, my parents lived on a farm in Northern Minnesota. The farm was surrounded by forests, lakes, and swamps. Many beautiful wild flowers grew in the woods and on the hillsides, and water lilies grew in many of the lakes and ponds.
I was six years old at the time and my three older sisters were grown up. My three brothers were what they call "teenagers" now, and my brother, Peter, who was the youngest in the family, was age three.
My sister, Theresa, who was about eighteen, came home for a visit about the time the blueberries that grew all over the hills were ready to pick. The berries were sold in town from door to door by the quart to bring in cash with which to buy the necessary things that had to be paid cash for.
One day, my parents went to pick blueberries and left Theresa to look after Peter and I. My three older brothers, John, Mike, and Joe, went along. Some days, my father would hitch the team to the wagon, put in some hay and a keg of water for us to drink, and a good picnic lunch including blueberry pie. We would pick all day, as the patch was some distance from our farm. This day, they walked to the berry patch.
About noon, Theresa sent me to the garden for green onions for lunch. I pulled up a nice bunch and proceeded to clean them in the summer kitchen and woodshed added on. There was a wooden door between the summer kitchen and woodshed. This door had a piece broken out about two inches wide and eight inches long. We had several washtubs and tin pails stored in this shed, as the boys used them often to carry water to the house from our open well. This was really a job on wash days, when our mother had to wash clothes for seven of us, especially in the winter when the clothes had to be hung on clothes lines strung from one pine tree to the next. They would freeze stiff and flap in the wind.
I was about finished cleaning the onions when I heard a noise in the woodshed. Something had rattled a washtub or pail. What could be out there to do that, I wondered? Then there were more noises and I became frightened and just sat there trying to stare through the crack in the door. As I sat there staring, something moved in front of the crack and stood still. I was petrified with fear by now and I dropped my knife and dashed for the door that led into the part of the house where Theresa was. I was so scared I had turned white, which frightened my sister so she could hardly ask me what had happened. I stammered that there was a black bear in the woodshed. From the way I looked, Theresa didn't doubt that I knew what I had seen. She grabbed up Peter and dashed for the stairs with me right behind her. She put Peter into a round topped trunk and closed the lid down.
Up until now, I had never seen a bear, not even in a picture book, but I had seen several timber wolves. I even saw one grab a chicken by our pond and dash into the brush. I had heard my brothers talk about bears and there were black bears still around; and they liked to eat blueberries.
We could still hear some noises in the woodshed. We looked out the small window, but saw nothing. Soon all was quiet. Whatever was in the shed must have left. Theresa took Peter out of the trunk, which was a good thing, as he may have smothered for lack of air. After a few minutes, we got nerve enough to go downstairs and cautiously opened the door to the summer kitchen far enough so we could peek out. Nothing was there, so we went to the door with the crack and listened. All was quiet. Theresa peeked through the crack and saw nothing, so she opened the door a little and peeked into the woodshed. Nothing was there. We were getting braver by the minute and stepped outside and looked all around. /finally, my sister suggested that perhaps pigs had gotten out of their pen. They were black. So we cautiously made our way to the pig pen, but all of them were there taking it easy. My sister asked me again what it looked like, and all I could say was that it had black fur. I can't remember how long all this took, but I was glad to see my parents coming through the yard with buckets full of blueberries.
They sensed something was wrong; maybe my face was still white. Theresa told them what I had seen. The boys were skeptical that I had seen a bear, and said so. I became angry and shouted, "I did see a bear; it had wooly fur". Everyone looked astonished, even my father. All three brothers shouted at the same time that bears did not have wooly fur. I shouted back that this one did. Father quieted us all down saying, "she saw something, but what"?
I was teased a lot about about the wooly bear, but got used to it. Three months later the mystery was solved when a neighbor got into a conversation with my father about his sheep straying into the woods. He was afraid the wolves would get them. How many sheep do you have, my father asked? Three white ones and a black one, he answered. So the mystery was solved. The sheep had strayed to our farm over the path through the woods, and sheep are snoopy like many other animals.
Grandma Sanders
CHRISTINA ELIZABETH SEBER was the ninth of ten children born to Michael and Mary (Goltl) Sieber. Christine was born 19 Apr 1896 in Breckenridge, Wilkin Co., MN, and died 21 Dec 1991 in 59840 Hamilton, Ravalli, MT. She was married twice, first ABOUT 1915 to EDWIN/EDWARD STARR; second to ARCHIE PERRY SANDERS 1923 in Montana. He was born 30 Oct 1889 in Clarence, Shelby Co., Missouri, and died 18 Jun 1934 in Ravalli Co., MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and EDWIN/EDWARD STARR are:
i. MARIE GENEVIEVE STARR, b. 22 Aug 1916, Montana; d. 26 Jun 2002, Azle, Tarrant, Texas, United States of America; m. PETER JOHN GELDRICH; b. 21 Jan 1910; d. 25 May 1984, 59855 Pablo, Lake, MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and ARCHIE SANDERS are:
ii. LAWRENCE LARRY SANDERS, b. 1931
She was born April 19, 1896 in Breckenridge, Minn., the daughter of Mike and Mary Seber.
She married Archie Sanders at Bozeman, Mont, in 1923. He preceded her in death in 1933.
She worked as a ranch cook and housekeeper throughout Western Montana, including the Starr Ranch in Bozeman. She moved to the Hamilton area in 1927.
Survivors include a son, Lawrence Sanders, Lake Havasu City, Ariz a daughter, Marie Geldrich, Kalispell; seven grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
She also was preceded in death by four brothers and three sisters.
A private family service will be held at a later date.
Arrangements are by the Dowling Funeral Home
(Ravalli Republic, Hamilton, Montana, 23 Dec 1991, Mon., P. 7)
*GRANDMA SAW A WOOLY BEAR
Years ago, my parents lived on a farm in Northern Minnesota. The farm was surrounded by forests, lakes, and swamps. Many beautiful wild flowers grew in the woods and on the hillsides, and water lilies grew in many of the lakes and ponds.
I was six years old at the time and my three older sisters were grown up. My three brothers were what they call "teenagers" now, and my brother, Peter, who was the youngest in the family, was age three.
My sister, Theresa, who was about eighteen, came home for a visit about the time the blueberries that grew all over the hills were ready to pick. The berries were sold in town from door to door by the quart to bring in cash with which to buy the necessary things that had to be paid cash for.
One day, my parents went to pick blueberries and left Theresa to look after Peter and I. My three older brothers, John, Mike, and Joe, went along. Some days, my father would hitch the team to the wagon, put in some hay and a keg of water for us to drink, and a good picnic lunch including blueberry pie. We would pick all day, as the patch was some distance from our farm. This day, they walked to the berry patch.
About noon, Theresa sent me to the garden for green onions for lunch. I pulled up a nice bunch and proceeded to clean them in the summer kitchen and woodshed added on. There was a wooden door between the summer kitchen and woodshed. This door had a piece broken out about two inches wide and eight inches long. We had several washtubs and tin pails stored in this shed, as the boys used them often to carry water to the house from our open well. This was really a job on wash days, when our mother had to wash clothes for seven of us, especially in the winter when the clothes had to be hung on clothes lines strung from one pine tree to the next. They would freeze stiff and flap in the wind.
I was about finished cleaning the onions when I heard a noise in the woodshed. Something had rattled a washtub or pail. What could be out there to do that, I wondered? Then there were more noises and I became frightened and just sat there trying to stare through the crack in the door. As I sat there staring, something moved in front of the crack and stood still. I was petrified with fear by now and I dropped my knife and dashed for the door that led into the part of the house where Theresa was. I was so scared I had turned white, which frightened my sister so she could hardly ask me what had happened. I stammered that there was a black bear in the woodshed. From the way I looked, Theresa didn't doubt that I knew what I had seen. She grabbed up Peter and dashed for the stairs with me right behind her. She put Peter into a round topped trunk and closed the lid down.
Up until now, I had never seen a bear, not even in a picture book, but I had seen several timber wolves. I even saw one grab a chicken by our pond and dash into the brush. I had heard my brothers talk about bears and there were black bears still around; and they liked to eat blueberries.
We could still hear some noises in the woodshed. We looked out the small window, but saw nothing. Soon all was quiet. Whatever was in the shed must have left. Theresa took Peter out of the trunk, which was a good thing, as he may have smothered for lack of air. After a few minutes, we got nerve enough to go downstairs and cautiously opened the door to the summer kitchen far enough so we could peek out. Nothing was there, so we went to the door with the crack and listened. All was quiet. Theresa peeked through the crack and saw nothing, so she opened the door a little and peeked into the woodshed. Nothing was there. We were getting braver by the minute and stepped outside and looked all around. /finally, my sister suggested that perhaps pigs had gotten out of their pen. They were black. So we cautiously made our way to the pig pen, but all of them were there taking it easy. My sister asked me again what it looked like, and all I could say was that it had black fur. I can't remember how long all this took, but I was glad to see my parents coming through the yard with buckets full of blueberries.
They sensed something was wrong; maybe my face was still white. Theresa told them what I had seen. The boys were skeptical that I had seen a bear, and said so. I became angry and shouted, "I did see a bear; it had wooly fur". Everyone looked astonished, even my father. All three brothers shouted at the same time that bears did not have wooly fur. I shouted back that this one did. Father quieted us all down saying, "she saw something, but what"?
I was teased a lot about about the wooly bear, but got used to it. Three months later the mystery was solved when a neighbor got into a conversation with my father about his sheep straying into the woods. He was afraid the wolves would get them. How many sheep do you have, my father asked? Three white ones and a black one, he answered. So the mystery was solved. The sheep had strayed to our farm over the path through the woods, and sheep are snoopy like many other animals.
Grandma Sanders
CHRISTINA ELIZABETH SEBER was the ninth of ten children born to Michael and Mary (Goltl) Sieber. Christine was born 19 Apr 1896 in Breckenridge, Wilkin Co., MN, and died 21 Dec 1991 in 59840 Hamilton, Ravalli, MT. She was married twice, first ABOUT 1915 to EDWIN/EDWARD STARR; second to ARCHIE PERRY SANDERS 1923 in Montana. He was born 30 Oct 1889 in Clarence, Shelby Co., Missouri, and died 18 Jun 1934 in Ravalli Co., MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and EDWIN/EDWARD STARR are:
i. MARIE GENEVIEVE STARR, b. 22 Aug 1916, Montana; d. 26 Jun 2002, Azle, Tarrant, Texas, United States of America; m. PETER JOHN GELDRICH; b. 21 Jan 1910; d. 25 May 1984, 59855 Pablo, Lake, MT.
Children of CHRISTINA SEBER and ARCHIE SANDERS are:
ii. LAWRENCE LARRY SANDERS, b. 1931
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