Edward 'Kelly' Kenagy
(November 14, 1914 - January 27, 2008)
Edward ‘Kelly' Kenagy passed away January 27, 2008, at his home in Silverton at the age of 93. He wrote the following obituary a few years ago during a weekly writing class, which he enjoyed immensely.
I, Charles Edward Kenagy, was born among the stuff of a horse, a harrow, a barnyard and a cow, to "Bill and Em" Kenagy, November 18, 1914, while they were living on the bank of Rock Creek where the Barlow Monitor Road crosses Rock Creek.
From the time I was 6 years old until I was 11, we lived in Alberta, Canada, near Beaver Lake at Bathgate, and Mundare, and Tofield. I learned, among the stuff of wheat and oats, what cold and "Chinook" meant in that country.
Back in Oregon, when I was 11 years old, we settled on the bank of Rock Creek in the stuff of 30 farm buildings, pigs, chickens, horses and tractors and bees.
In the stuff of church, I was one among a dozen baptized in Rock Creek where the Whiskey Hill Road crosses Rock Creek.
I went to grade school at Little Ninety-One. I talked so much about my Canadian hero "Kelly" that it got to be that "How is Kelly today?" were the first words I heard each morning at school. I was stuck with the name, Kelly.
At 21, I went to high school in Hesston, Kansas, where I met Edna Fern Gingerich among the stuff of books and boarding school. I worked in the town's newspaper office setting type for advertisements and running the presses. I learned about "Type Lice" stuffed and growing in the press of that business.
At 25 in 1940, I married Edna. We spent six weeks in Northern Minnesota and Wisconsin teaching Summer Bible School including White Earth Indian Reservation. Then, back in Kansas, I worked on a bridge building gang until March of 1941 when we moved with a trailerload of stuff to Oregon.
We settled in with the white hot rumble of the brick kilns and all the stuff of tile manufacture and ditch digging at Needy Brick and Tile where Miller Road crosses Rock Creek.
Darlene was born while we lived in "two rooms and a path" by Needy Tile Factory. We moved across Rock Creek onto the high bank into a new house. Curt was born in that house. A mouse did a dance on the fireplace hearth for Curt, and a skunk slid down the sawdust chute into the basement and hid among any stuff he could find. The open end of a nail keg was aimed at the skunk. He crawled in and rode across the bridge over Rock Creek without saying one word.
In 1949 we had been sent by Zion Mennonite Church to start a Sunday school in the Silverton hills. As if we had the stuff to do it.
In 1955 we moved into a new garage while having a new brick house built at Drakes Crossing in the Silverton hills.
There was no bridge or creek visible by our house. Karen was born while we lived in the garage.
Our new house at Drake's Crossing finally got finished. We settled in. David was born among the stuff of the new house and the stuff of cows and pigs and strawberries, and finally of Christmas trees.
Over 30 years later, we anticipated moving to Silverton where there are at least four bridges over the creek. Our friends sought to dissuade us, saying, "Every time you move to a different house a new baby comes."
But we moved. And as far as we can tell there was not another child born among our stuff.
Lots of stuff went over lots of bridges seen and unseen in my years.
Unger Funeral Chapel
(November 14, 1914 - January 27, 2008)
Edward ‘Kelly' Kenagy passed away January 27, 2008, at his home in Silverton at the age of 93. He wrote the following obituary a few years ago during a weekly writing class, which he enjoyed immensely.
I, Charles Edward Kenagy, was born among the stuff of a horse, a harrow, a barnyard and a cow, to "Bill and Em" Kenagy, November 18, 1914, while they were living on the bank of Rock Creek where the Barlow Monitor Road crosses Rock Creek.
From the time I was 6 years old until I was 11, we lived in Alberta, Canada, near Beaver Lake at Bathgate, and Mundare, and Tofield. I learned, among the stuff of wheat and oats, what cold and "Chinook" meant in that country.
Back in Oregon, when I was 11 years old, we settled on the bank of Rock Creek in the stuff of 30 farm buildings, pigs, chickens, horses and tractors and bees.
In the stuff of church, I was one among a dozen baptized in Rock Creek where the Whiskey Hill Road crosses Rock Creek.
I went to grade school at Little Ninety-One. I talked so much about my Canadian hero "Kelly" that it got to be that "How is Kelly today?" were the first words I heard each morning at school. I was stuck with the name, Kelly.
At 21, I went to high school in Hesston, Kansas, where I met Edna Fern Gingerich among the stuff of books and boarding school. I worked in the town's newspaper office setting type for advertisements and running the presses. I learned about "Type Lice" stuffed and growing in the press of that business.
At 25 in 1940, I married Edna. We spent six weeks in Northern Minnesota and Wisconsin teaching Summer Bible School including White Earth Indian Reservation. Then, back in Kansas, I worked on a bridge building gang until March of 1941 when we moved with a trailerload of stuff to Oregon.
We settled in with the white hot rumble of the brick kilns and all the stuff of tile manufacture and ditch digging at Needy Brick and Tile where Miller Road crosses Rock Creek.
Darlene was born while we lived in "two rooms and a path" by Needy Tile Factory. We moved across Rock Creek onto the high bank into a new house. Curt was born in that house. A mouse did a dance on the fireplace hearth for Curt, and a skunk slid down the sawdust chute into the basement and hid among any stuff he could find. The open end of a nail keg was aimed at the skunk. He crawled in and rode across the bridge over Rock Creek without saying one word.
In 1949 we had been sent by Zion Mennonite Church to start a Sunday school in the Silverton hills. As if we had the stuff to do it.
In 1955 we moved into a new garage while having a new brick house built at Drakes Crossing in the Silverton hills.
There was no bridge or creek visible by our house. Karen was born while we lived in the garage.
Our new house at Drake's Crossing finally got finished. We settled in. David was born among the stuff of the new house and the stuff of cows and pigs and strawberries, and finally of Christmas trees.
Over 30 years later, we anticipated moving to Silverton where there are at least four bridges over the creek. Our friends sought to dissuade us, saying, "Every time you move to a different house a new baby comes."
But we moved. And as far as we can tell there was not another child born among our stuff.
Lots of stuff went over lots of bridges seen and unseen in my years.
Unger Funeral Chapel
Edward 'Kelly' Kenagy
(November 14, 1914 - January 27, 2008)
Edward ‘Kelly' Kenagy passed away January 27, 2008, at his home in Silverton at the age of 93. He wrote the following obituary a few years ago during a weekly writing class, which he enjoyed immensely.
I, Charles Edward Kenagy, was born among the stuff of a horse, a harrow, a barnyard and a cow, to "Bill and Em" Kenagy, November 18, 1914, while they were living on the bank of Rock Creek where the Barlow Monitor Road crosses Rock Creek.
From the time I was 6 years old until I was 11, we lived in Alberta, Canada, near Beaver Lake at Bathgate, and Mundare, and Tofield. I learned, among the stuff of wheat and oats, what cold and "Chinook" meant in that country.
Back in Oregon, when I was 11 years old, we settled on the bank of Rock Creek in the stuff of 30 farm buildings, pigs, chickens, horses and tractors and bees.
In the stuff of church, I was one among a dozen baptized in Rock Creek where the Whiskey Hill Road crosses Rock Creek.
I went to grade school at Little Ninety-One. I talked so much about my Canadian hero "Kelly" that it got to be that "How is Kelly today?" were the first words I heard each morning at school. I was stuck with the name, Kelly.
At 21, I went to high school in Hesston, Kansas, where I met Edna Fern Gingerich among the stuff of books and boarding school. I worked in the town's newspaper office setting type for advertisements and running the presses. I learned about "Type Lice" stuffed and growing in the press of that business.
At 25 in 1940, I married Edna. We spent six weeks in Northern Minnesota and Wisconsin teaching Summer Bible School including White Earth Indian Reservation. Then, back in Kansas, I worked on a bridge building gang until March of 1941 when we moved with a trailerload of stuff to Oregon.
We settled in with the white hot rumble of the brick kilns and all the stuff of tile manufacture and ditch digging at Needy Brick and Tile where Miller Road crosses Rock Creek.
Darlene was born while we lived in "two rooms and a path" by Needy Tile Factory. We moved across Rock Creek onto the high bank into a new house. Curt was born in that house. A mouse did a dance on the fireplace hearth for Curt, and a skunk slid down the sawdust chute into the basement and hid among any stuff he could find. The open end of a nail keg was aimed at the skunk. He crawled in and rode across the bridge over Rock Creek without saying one word.
In 1949 we had been sent by Zion Mennonite Church to start a Sunday school in the Silverton hills. As if we had the stuff to do it.
In 1955 we moved into a new garage while having a new brick house built at Drakes Crossing in the Silverton hills.
There was no bridge or creek visible by our house. Karen was born while we lived in the garage.
Our new house at Drake's Crossing finally got finished. We settled in. David was born among the stuff of the new house and the stuff of cows and pigs and strawberries, and finally of Christmas trees.
Over 30 years later, we anticipated moving to Silverton where there are at least four bridges over the creek. Our friends sought to dissuade us, saying, "Every time you move to a different house a new baby comes."
But we moved. And as far as we can tell there was not another child born among our stuff.
Lots of stuff went over lots of bridges seen and unseen in my years.
Unger Funeral Chapel
(November 14, 1914 - January 27, 2008)
Edward ‘Kelly' Kenagy passed away January 27, 2008, at his home in Silverton at the age of 93. He wrote the following obituary a few years ago during a weekly writing class, which he enjoyed immensely.
I, Charles Edward Kenagy, was born among the stuff of a horse, a harrow, a barnyard and a cow, to "Bill and Em" Kenagy, November 18, 1914, while they were living on the bank of Rock Creek where the Barlow Monitor Road crosses Rock Creek.
From the time I was 6 years old until I was 11, we lived in Alberta, Canada, near Beaver Lake at Bathgate, and Mundare, and Tofield. I learned, among the stuff of wheat and oats, what cold and "Chinook" meant in that country.
Back in Oregon, when I was 11 years old, we settled on the bank of Rock Creek in the stuff of 30 farm buildings, pigs, chickens, horses and tractors and bees.
In the stuff of church, I was one among a dozen baptized in Rock Creek where the Whiskey Hill Road crosses Rock Creek.
I went to grade school at Little Ninety-One. I talked so much about my Canadian hero "Kelly" that it got to be that "How is Kelly today?" were the first words I heard each morning at school. I was stuck with the name, Kelly.
At 21, I went to high school in Hesston, Kansas, where I met Edna Fern Gingerich among the stuff of books and boarding school. I worked in the town's newspaper office setting type for advertisements and running the presses. I learned about "Type Lice" stuffed and growing in the press of that business.
At 25 in 1940, I married Edna. We spent six weeks in Northern Minnesota and Wisconsin teaching Summer Bible School including White Earth Indian Reservation. Then, back in Kansas, I worked on a bridge building gang until March of 1941 when we moved with a trailerload of stuff to Oregon.
We settled in with the white hot rumble of the brick kilns and all the stuff of tile manufacture and ditch digging at Needy Brick and Tile where Miller Road crosses Rock Creek.
Darlene was born while we lived in "two rooms and a path" by Needy Tile Factory. We moved across Rock Creek onto the high bank into a new house. Curt was born in that house. A mouse did a dance on the fireplace hearth for Curt, and a skunk slid down the sawdust chute into the basement and hid among any stuff he could find. The open end of a nail keg was aimed at the skunk. He crawled in and rode across the bridge over Rock Creek without saying one word.
In 1949 we had been sent by Zion Mennonite Church to start a Sunday school in the Silverton hills. As if we had the stuff to do it.
In 1955 we moved into a new garage while having a new brick house built at Drakes Crossing in the Silverton hills.
There was no bridge or creek visible by our house. Karen was born while we lived in the garage.
Our new house at Drake's Crossing finally got finished. We settled in. David was born among the stuff of the new house and the stuff of cows and pigs and strawberries, and finally of Christmas trees.
Over 30 years later, we anticipated moving to Silverton where there are at least four bridges over the creek. Our friends sought to dissuade us, saying, "Every time you move to a different house a new baby comes."
But we moved. And as far as we can tell there was not another child born among our stuff.
Lots of stuff went over lots of bridges seen and unseen in my years.
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