Allie Ethel Rowe Delay was an Elliott County, Kentucky native.
4 Mar 1905 – 19 Dec 2000

Birth Date: 4 March 1905
Death Date: 19 December 2000

Allie was born in 04 March 1905 at Crackersneck, Elliott County, Kentucky.

Allie died at her home on December 19, 2000 at age 95, her husband Carl died in 1950. Allie and Carl are buried in the Givens Chapel Cemetery, southeast of Waverly at Givens in Pike County, Ohio.

Last Place of Residence: Scioto, Ohio

She was preceded in death by her parents Lorenza "Lonza" Rowe and Julia Pence.

Married:

Spouse: Evans
Spouse: James P. Calhoun
Spouse: Henry Boyd Pratt

Spouse: Carl Eldo Delay (1915 - 1950)
Married: 18 January of 1941
Lawrence, Ohio
Father: John Delay
Mother: Cora Smith

Spouse: Joseph Wiley Beasley (1892 - 1980)

Her brothers and sisters are:

1894–1997 Anna Lillian "Lillie" Rowe Blevins
1901-1917 Ernest Rowe
1902–1968 Santford Rowe
1905-2000 Allie Ethel Rowe
1907–1988 Charles "Charlie" Rowe
1911–1967 Oris Rowe
1912–1999 Anna Rowe Adkins
1914–1978 Guy Rowe
1917–1993 Rosie L. Rowe Caplinger
1918–1990 Talmadge Rowe

Children:

1921-1986 Myrtle Evans
1927-1989 Henrietta Pratt
1929 2017 Anna Lillian Pratt - Donald E Edmister
____-____ Blanch
1930-1931 Edna Wina Calhoun
1932-2012 Vernon Joseph Pratt
1935-1935 Henry Pratt
1936-2013 Joyce Evelyn Beasley
1940-____ Edith Carolyn Delay
1941-____ Goldie Vernita Delay twin
1941-2017 Vernon Lorenzo Oogie Delay twin
1943-____ Cora Phyllis Delay
1944-2012 Carl Orice Delay
1945-2010 Barbara Louise Delay

Grand and Great-Grandchildren:

1949-2014 Michael Edmister
1956-____ Wanda Renee Edmister
1975-1999 Donald J Edmister
1955-____ Richard Joseph Pratt
1959-____ Janie Ann Pratt
1954-1975 Monte Ray Beasley
1956-____ Linda Carol Beasley
1959-____ Ronald Lee Beasley
1963-____ Anita Joyce Beasley
1964-____ Kelly Sue Beasley
1970-____ Leigh Ann Beasley
1971-____ Rodney Gene Beaufort Beasley
1973-____ Bruce Chuck Beasley
1975-____ Patty Renee Beasley
1960-____ Debra Ann Slusher
1970-____ Shannon Michelle 'Tony' Garrard
1961-____ Cindy Elaine Schweider
1963-____ Adlisa Schweider
1969-____ Barbara Anjett Ramsey
1962-____ Alonzo Jefferson Blevins
____-____ Ricky Delay
____-____ Scott Delay
____-____ Carl Delay
____-____ Tim Delay
____-____ Cody Delay
____-____ Serina Delay
____-____ Amanda Delay
____-____ Shanna Delay
____-____ Sandinna Delay
____-____ Louis Chandler
____-____ Sharon Chandler
____-____ Shirley Chandler

BIO written by Roberta F Bobbi Jenkins

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The Delay family lived in a two-story house with an efficient floor plan, the upper level being more of a loft-type bedroom, somewhat similar to an attic, with a steep narrow staircase and a very low ceiling. I've slept there more than once during a thunderstorm and what a cozy place it was! Allie always used heavy feather mattresses and pillows and she created her own quilts. She once gave me one of her newly-created quilts... just gave it to me! It's a double wedding ring pattern made from scraps of colorful material garnered from old clothing, skillfully hand-sewed and I wouldn't take a farm in Texas for it. I used to use it but when it began to show a little wear at the edges, I stored it away. The main bedroom was downstairs, off the living-room, and you stepped down into it. It was the lowest elevation room in the house. There was another living-room, the one that was used most, and that's where both the heat-stove and the sewing machine were located. Allie also had an old Philco console phonograph that she was very proud of, one which folded out from the front of this belly-high unit, and there was a robust-sounding tube-type radio situated at the top.

When Allie would head to Columbus to visit her daughters for a week or so, Oogie always gave in to us boys' suggestions of big parties and we'd get out his 78 RPM records and play them over and over, even though it was not in the least our sort of music. Our big favorite tune was "The Milk Bucket Boogie" performed by Reece Shipley, (which we liked infinitely better than Red Foley's version.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGppbWy8UbE

When I was working at her home, Allie would almost always produce a big pot of blackberry dumplings for me from home-canned blackberries because she knew it was my favorite meal. Allie was as much a grandmother to me as my real Grammaw. This was a typical Allie Delay breakfast: fried eggs, ham, fresh side [thick un-smoked bacon], home-ground sausage, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, wilted cucumbers, fresh scallions, cheese, cat-head lard biscuits, fried apples, home-canned strawberries, home-canned peaches, sausage gravy, coffee, milk, and buttermilk. If you think a breakfast like that isn't good for you, Allie worked hard all her life, gave birth to numerous children, and lived to be ninety-nine. She had a root cellar just outside her kitchen back door and it was always bulging with of good produce from her garden and canned meat too.

I used to do a lot of work for Allie, with Oogie's help. Over a two-day period the two of us sided the entire house with the newer wide composite siding. I was only about twelve at the time but I had just helped someone else do the same job and I learned how it was done, not difficult at all. I didn't know that twelve year-olds didn't normally take on jobs of siding two-story homes. Another thing I failed to recognize was that we were covering up a treasure, the original exterior construction having the traditional four-inch clapboards, beautifully installed over the un-insulated framing. Like most houses of the era, this house featured the old knob-and-tube wiring, again installed by someone who really knew their stuff but I doubt that it had been a licensed electrician. In every neighborhood resided some old guy who knew the ins and outs of various construction trades, electrical, plumbing, masonry, and so on and these men seemed always willing to help out when a neighbor's new home was being constructed. Building one's own home was the rule rather than the exception in those practical days before World War II.

Allie's well was as deeper than any other dug well in Crowe Hollow and the water was very good. There were actually two wells on the property, a smaller one for the rental house right below "the big house" and the main well not far from Allie's side door. She got the volunteer fire department to pump it dry one day and I climbed down in it after we dropped in a flaming sheet of newspaper to test for gas. It was rock-lined all the way to the bottom [25 feet?] and I spidered down, using the rock walls for purchase and leverage. You couldn't pay me a million dollars to do that now but I had no sense back then plus this feat gained me a lot of recognition from the local menfolk. I got drafted for this chore many times, here and there, and I never minded. There were a few bottles and sticks of wood in the bottom, no doubt some of Oogie's and Orsie's orneriness of earlier years. The bottom was fine clean sand and ice-cold, crystal-clear water began seeping in very quickly so I had to work fast. By the next day the well was full again to its normal level, about ten feet of water. Undoubtedly this fine well had been witched [dowsed], probably by Bob Henry. Bob taught me how to witch a well with either a willow or pear dowsing rod [a green stick cut into a "Y" so you can grip it in a particular manner with both hands, palms down] or a pair of modified metal clothes-hangers, (which I much prefer), and I can always locate the best water source on a property. We did tease Bob one time over his having witched a well for his son-in-law, Jim Marsh. Jimmie's farm was situated in the Scioto River bottoms and he couldn't dig a post-hole without hitting water.

There was no bathroom in Allie's home, she had an outhouse like most folks, and she only had running kitchen water after the county water main was laid, in the early 1970s, along the length of Crowe Hollow Road and over the hill at our house, onward to Heher Road. As I have mentioned, fetching water in 2 1/2-gallon buckets was always a job for any boys who showed up and wherever I went I was always prevailed upon to pack two buckets of water and usually the coal as well during the winter months. Two buckets of water is much easier to carry than one due to balance. But not everyone owned two buckets.

We spent so much time at Allie's that one day in the early 1970s, all us boys decided to build our own cabin up on the hill in the woods. Both Allie and Oogie thought this was a grand idea. The entire project was completed without a single power tool. Joe Edgar Rowe, (Allie's nephew, who was also living on the property in a tiny old aluminum camper-trailer), had just bought a new buck-saw [a handsaw for pruning limbs] and we used it to fell tall scrub [Virginia] and pitch pines. It takes forty logs to build a basic four-wall cabin, ten to a side, and that's how many trees we cut. Of course many had to be cut a second time to allow for a doorway -- there were no windows. When the four sides were up we slapped on a metal shed roof, using scrap sheets of tin from here and there, and the interior floor was dirt. I also located water, a nice spring, right in the southwest corner of Allie's property and we dug that out so we could have a constant water source. The most difficult part of the project was carrying all those logs uphill to the building site. It was a terrible cabin but we spent many nights up there, drinking around the campfire and sometimes we'd organize a good rabbit and quail hunt up there in the adjacent overgrown fields. We even acquired a rickety old pool table and stuck it inside. I think Allie must have liked the idea of this project because it got us from under her feet but we were still close enough to be grabbed to pack water and coal.