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SHERIFF'S SALE.--By virtue of a decree in chancery for foreclosure of mortgage, made at the February Term, A.D. 1863, of the Circuit Court of the State of Oregon, for Jackson County, in favor of John S. Ely and against R. F. Maury and others, for the sum of four thousand eighty-nine and fifty-eight one-hundredths dollars, interest and costs, and also four executions issued by the clerk of the Circuit Court aforesaid, in favor of Hosmer & Co., Lord Hosmer & Co., Philip Meagher and John Ely, Clark & Co., and against R. F. Maury and others for the aggregate sum of five thousand three hundred sixty-nine and twenty-one hundredths dollars, interest and costs: I have levied upon and will proceed to sell, for cash, to the highest bidder, on Saturday, the 16th day of May, A.D. 1863, the following described Real Estate, together with the improvements and appurtenances thereunto belonging, to-wit: The lot at the southwest corner of Main and Oregon, or Second Street, together with the storehouse thereon, known as Maury & Davis' Brick Store; also two certain lots, situated on Oregon or Second Street, one the former residence of R. F. Maury, and now occupied by W. A. Owen; the other the former residence of B. F. Davis, and now occupied by Geo. H. Ish. All of the above described property is situated in the town of Jacksonville, Jackson County, Oregon. The proceeds of the sale of the lot, brick store, etc., at the southwest corner of Main and Oregon or Second streets will be first applied to the payment of the decree in favor of John S. Ely. Sale on the premises, between the hours of one and four o'clock p.m. of said day.
Dated April 13, 1863.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, May 13, 1863, page 4


From the Oregonian of September 3, 1863.
    A letter from Colonel R. F. Maury to Governor Wallace, of Idaho Territory, dated Camas Prairie, August 7, contains the following: "We have met thus far about 100 wagons containing families. They are in good health and well supplied. From information obtained from them, I am inclined to the opinion that the immigration to this part of Idaho and to Washington and Oregon will be small, a great many going to the Beaverhead country, but most of them to California."
"Half a Century Ago," Morning Oregonian, Portland, September 3, 1913, page 10


    COL. REUBEN F. MAURY: lives near Jacksonville, is a farmer, was born in Bath County, Ky.; came to state and county in 1852; was married December 14, 1856, to Elizabeth Chambers. Children L. P., G. L., Mary P., H. C., Sallie A. and Effie (deceased). Mrs. Maury died August 27, 1878. Col. Maury was in Mexican War in 1846 and promoted during war to Second Lieutenant. In 1861 raised first regiment Oregon cavalry.
A. G. Walling, History of Southern Oregon, 1884, page 505


    Col. R. F. Maury's experiment in the application of a very strong wash early last spring, with the object of eradicating the San Jose scale from his orchard near Central Point, has proven highly satisfactory, we learn, and another application will eradicate the pest entirely from his trees. Men who have the nerve to adopt radical measures deserve to succeed, and since Col. Maury has demonstrated that the plague can be effectually and safely combated, we trust that all other orchardists will emulate his example and, armed with a spray pump and a duly approved decoction of bug medicine, reach every twig on every tree next winter, and, by vigilance and care, retain the reputation of our county as the chief fruit section of Oregon.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, August 1, 1889, page 3


    Col. R. F. Maury, of Pooh Bah precinct, was in Medford on Friday last. The colonel is a veteran of the Mexican and Civil wars and won his rank on the field of battle. For the past several years he has been suffering from defective hearing, but within the last few months, although over 75 years of age, he has recovered his hearing, and it is now almost as good as it ever was.
"Purely Personal," Medford Mail, July 24, 1903, page 6


    H. C. Maury was one of the progressive farmers who attended the institute Saturday, and he expressed himself as well paid for the day by the many helpful ideas that he gained from the addresses and discussions that were had. Mr. Maury states that his father, Col. R. F. Maury, was seriously ill some time since but that he is now feeling very well for a man of his years and that he is now able to be about the house. Col. Maury is a Mexican War veteran and a pioneer of Oregon of 1853. As with other farmers along Daisy Creek and Griffin Creek, Mr. Maury has had his share of creek trouble, which he is now preparing to bring to an end. Daisy Creek runs through his farm, and it has been changing its channel every few years, and to confine it to the same channel he is now having a deep ditch dug through his land, similar in size to the one that is the artificial channel for Daisy Creek through the Thomas, Ish and Ross farms, his ditch connecting with the Ross ditch. It is quite an expensive undertaking, but it will more than repay the expense in the land gained by having a straight channel for the creek and the saving of loss by floods.
"Local Notes," Jacksonville Sentinel, December 25, 1903, page 7


    Col. R. F. Maury, the well-known pioneer and Indian war veteran, who has been seriously ill for the past few weeks, is--we are very glad to state--on the high road to recovery. Col. Maury has reached, in age, more than the "three score and ten" allotted to human life, but is still hale and hearty, giving promise of many useful years yet.
"Purely Personal," Medford Mail, December 25, 1903, page 1


    REUBEN F. MAURY. No name in Jackson County is more familiar to the students of its history than that of Reuben F. Maury, familiarly known as Colonel Maury. This pioneer of 1849 has won his success in the West, and as a merchant, miner, farmer, and all around promoter of peace and prosperity, commands the respect of all, and the good will of every one with whom he has had to do. Mr. Maury's life has been laid along practical and progressive lines, and at no time has the visionary or vague found place in his plans or desires. He was born on a farm in Bath County, Ky., May 23, 1821, and the lessons there learned have followed him through life and inspired him to do his best in whatever capacity he has been called upon to serve. His father, Mathew, was born in Albemarle County, Va., November 25, 1777, and was of French descent, his ancestors being early settlers in the South. June 17, 1812, he married Susan P. Fry, also born in Virginia, and continued to make his home in Kentucky until his death, September 4, 1860. His wife died December 3, 1857.
    Reuben F. Maury received his preliminary education in the public schools of the vicinity of Louisville, Ky., and when eighteen years old entered the post office at Louisville as a clerk, remaining in that position for about nine years. In 1846 he enlisted as a private in Company A, First Kentucky Infantry, for service in the Mexican War. He served for one year and rose to the rank of second lieutenant, participating in the battle of Monterey. In the spring of 1849 he started with a party of young men from Louisville with ox teams, his destination being the gold mines of California. Leaving Independence, Mo., May 1, 1849, he reached the Sacramento Valley, September 1, the same year, and at once began to mine and prospect along the American River. Not feeling sufficient confidence in mining to depend upon it solely as a means of livelihood, he took up a claim in the Sacramento Valley about three miles below Sacramento City in the fall of the same year, but sold the same in May, 1850, and returned to mining for about a year. He then started a freighting business from Sacramento to the mines, and in 1852 came to the Rogue River Valley, Ore., and continued to freight with fair success. His course lay between Scottsburg, Crescent City and the mines, and although he was successful in his undertakings, he sold out his business in 1854, and with Benjamin T. Davis engaged in a general merchandise business in Jacksonville. Disposing of the store in 1859, he assisted in organizing the First Oregon Volunteer Cavalry, of which he was appointed lieutenant colonel by President Lincoln, later being advanced to the rank of colonel. He served about four years in all, the duty of the regiment being to guard the settlers on the frontier. He was mustered out in Vancouver, and after returning to Jacksonville, engaged in mining for about nine years.
    January 16, 1856, Mr. Maury married Elizabeth Chambers, who was born in Ohio, the daughter of Aaron Chambers, who crossed the plains in 1852, and took up the donation claim upon which Colonel Maury and his family now make their home. With his wife he moved to this farm in 1875, and at present owns one hundred and thirty-three acres of land, one of the most desirable properties in the county, upon which he has made many fine improvements. Colonel Maury has engaged for years in general farming and stock-raising, also in raising small fruits and vegetables. He is very successful, and is one of the most prominent and influential men in this valley. Everything about him appeals to the sincere appreciation of his intelligent neighbors, and he represents all that is substantial, reliable and noble in character and attainment. He is a staunch Democrat, but has preferred rather to work for his friends than himself, steadily refusing most of the offices tendered him. The following children were born to Mr. and Mrs. Maury; Lawrence P., of Coquille City; Gillis M., of Crescent City; Mary P., and Henry C., both at home; and Sallie M., the wife of J. Cowgill, of California. Mrs. Maury died in 1878. The Maury farm is one of the most hospitable in Jackson County, and thither come the hosts of friends which this genial and always entertaining host has gathered on his successful life journey.
Portrait and Biographical Record of Western Oregon, Chapman Publishing Co., Chicago, 1904, pages 719-720


    The following sketch was contributed by an old soldier for this work:
    Away back in the sixties when the United States had to hold soldiers in readiness to protect the emigrant trains crossing over to Oregon, when almost all the Indians were hostile because the white men were invading their territory on every hand, the wonder is that as many escaped a foe so alert and vigilant as the Indians were at that time.
    An old soldier, whose company escorted the emigrants across the present state of Idaho, gives us a glimpse of the conditions as they then existed. Mr. Pepoon gives his own story, full of interest to everyone who realizes that conditions fifty years ago were not what they are today.
    "We left Illinois in April, 1860, with an ox team, Oregon being our destination. We traveled a long, toilsome, dangerous road, keeping vigilant watch by day and night and at last, on September 5th, nearly six months after starting, we reached our destination.
    After being in Oregon a little over a year, a call was made for volunteers for this Indian warfare, and my brother and I enlisted in Company A, 1st Oregon Cavalry. We went into camp with Company D, south of Phoenix, where we built log cabins for winter quarters, which we named Fort Baker.
    The winter passed without special event, but in the spring of '62 we moved up to Portland and took a steamer for The Dalles, unloading at the Cascades and reloading above the rapids. From The Dalles we rode across to Idaho, following the old emigrant trail and striking Snake River near the mouth of Burnt River. Our object was to meet the emigrants, as some of the Indians were on the war path at the time. Our commander was Lieutenant Colonel R. F. Maury, and the officers of Company A were Captain Harris and First Lieutenant Robinson. We marched up Snake River as far as Fort Hall and waited there for a belated emigrant train, but were just about to start back without them when two men came into camp, sent forward to try to secure supplies as the train was short of provisions, so we waited until the train came up and furnished them the needed supplies.
    We saw no hostile Indians as we escorted the emigrants across to Fort Dalles, where we went into camp for the winter of 1862 and 1863. We first stopped at Walla Walla but about the middle of December an order came for us to move over to Fort Dalles. This was a hard march, the weather being cold and snow on the ground and our progress was very slow. When we reached The Dalles we were worn out with fatigue and exposure, but after resting we found the time hanging heavy on our hands and looked about for something to interest and instruct us.
    Archie Taylor and myself turned our attention to the study of geology. We had for helps Lyell's Geology and Dana's Mineralogy. We scoured the country for specimens to study and one day found a stone we could not classify. One of the soldiers standing near listening to the discussion for some time, turned away, remarking, "I guess them fools will find out by and by that it's nothing but a stone."
    About one-half mile west of the Fort we discovered a remarkable cave in a cliff where we were searching for specimens. Overhead, in the solid rock, was the imprint of a large tree. The irregularity of the trunk and branching limbs and the unevenness of the bark could be distinctly seen. During the lapse of ages the tree had decayed and entirely disappeared but had left its image where it will tell the story of its life while the world lasts. I wonder how many of the people of The Dalles know about this wonderful cave?
    One day, as we were out as usual seeking curious stones and hoping to make new discoveries, which we did, quite to our surprise we came upon a neat board fence and looking over, we discovered that it was a cemetery. We had not thought to find such a thing, so were much surprised to see a neat, well cared-for cemetery in such a place. Taylor was excited. "Why," he said, "this is delightful. This place ought to be patronized." The idea of patronizing a cemetery for the civility of things struck me as ludicrous, so I exclaimed, "All right, you die and I'll see that you are buried here."
    In the commissary building we had the picture of two donkeys' heads, just beneath the picture, in such very fine print that a person could not see without putting his head up very close to the other two heads, then only could one see to read the quiz: "When shall we three meet again?" In like manner we resorted to all kinds of devices to pass the weary days away while in camp.
    In the spring of 1863 we started out early and came over into Idaho, crossing Snake River at Lewiston, and we went over to Lapwai Creek, about ten miles from Lewiston, where we camped, naming our camp Fort Lapwai. Here we remained six weeks and made a treaty with the Nez Perce Indians, the whole tribe being camped on the creek four miles below us.
    Every morning they would run races four miles up the creek and four miles back to their camp. About eight o'clock each morning they made their coming known by wild, exulting whooping and soon the runners, ten or fifteen in number, would run by our camp, while often fifty Indians on horseback would follow on to watch them, yelling and gesticulating as they came up. Any of the soldiers could outrun them for a short distance but not one could equal the eight miles. Some of these Indians were remarkably fine-looking men.
    From Fort Lapwai we went across the mountains to Boise, following Salmon and Little Salmon rivers. We had no wagons but carried everything on pack mules. From Boise we moved on to Lost River, passing over some of the famous lava beds which the boys named Extinct Hell. We traveled down Lost River until it was lost and then across to three large springs that come out close to Snake River and run together, forming a stream about the size of Lost River. This caused much discussion as to whether it was the Lost River or not. We had four Nez Perce Indians with us as guides; to the oldest of these, Old Hiram, all disputes about the country were referred, and when asked about the springs he said: "Yes, it is Lost River I know, for I have been through on the underground stream."
    Again we crossed Snake River and camped near old Fort Hall. Here we made a treaty with the Snake Indians, Pocatello being the most famous chief. From Fort Hall we marched southwest, getting almost into Nevada, then northwest into southeast Oregon, where we camped at the Harney and Malheur lakes for a little rest, then back again to Snake River, always on the lookout for hostile Indians. Leaving Snake River we moved back across the Blue Mountains and on to Fort Walla Walla, where we wintered in 1864 and 1863. There we witnessed a military execution, Private Ely, a Frenchman, of Company A, being shot for desertion.
    The officers of Company A were changed. Captain Harris left the service and Captain Rinehart had his place. Lieutenant Hopkins was appointed Assistant Adjutant General and was stationed at Vancouver. Sergeant Silas Pepoon was promoted to Second Lieutenant and J. B. Pepoon to Commissary Sergeant.
    May 1st, 1864, we left Fort Walla Walla with three companies of Oregon Cavalry and one company of Washington Territory Infantry, and crossed the Blue Mountains over snow fifteen feet deep, and on through the Grand Ronde and Powder River valleys, passing where Vale, Oregon, now stands. At this place Lieutenant Pepoon and Sergeant Gray carved their names on a ledge of rocks and only a few years ago a query was inserted in a Vale paper as to what became of Lieutenant Pepoon. He got a commission in the regular army and died at Fort Sill, Indian Territory, in 1874.
    Our little scouting party went over the old route, up Snake River and returned in the fall to Fort Vancouver, where we were mustered out of service. We had not been once in a positive engagement with the Indians as they kept to the mountains when we were near, but Indians in ambush had killed two soldiers of Company D and one of the Nez Perce guides. But without this protection for the emigrants many trains would have no doubt been butchered by the way. We can hardly realize what this protection meant to the ox team emigrants, who with their families and all their possessions in their wagons were moving so slowly to a new land.
    If any comrade of J. B. Pepoon should see this sketch, I would be pleased to hear from them at 1536 O Street, Lincoln, Nebraska.
J. B. Pepoon, "Historical Sketches," Idaho Falls Times, November 14, 1905, page 1


    Col. R. F. Maury, of Jacksonville, one of the oldest and most respected citizens of Jackson County, is lying seriously ill at his home three miles west of Medford.
    Sunday an operation for the relief of a rupture was performed by Drs. Pickel and Jones, and, although he came through the operation in good shape, his advanced age and weakened condition told against him, and he has not rallied as he should have done. Col. Maury is a veteran of three wars--the Mexican, Civil and Indian wars--and is eighty-five years of age. Later information is that Col. Maury is much better.
Medford Mail, February 16, 1906, page 1


    Colonel R. F. Maury, who died last week at Jacksonville, came there more than 50 years ago; he was a Kentuckian, who knew not fear, and took part in three of our wars--Mexican, Civil and Indian. He was also prominent in mercantile and political matters in his younger days and was highly respected by all.
"Oregon Sidelights," Oregon Journal, Portland, February 28, 1906, page 8


    Letter from Pickett:
    One may find in the March, 1907, number of the Oregon Historical Society Quarterly the matter that follows:
    "The following is a copy of an autograph letter, now owned by the society, from Gen. George E. Pickett who, in July, 1863, led the Confederate charge against the federal forces at Gettysburg. The person to whom it is addressed was Major, afterwards Colonel, Reuben F. Maury, a veteran of the Mexican War, and Oregon pioneer of 1852, and lieutenant colonel of the First Oregon cavalry during the Civil War. General Pickett, a captain in charge of the United States troops on San Juan Island, Washington, at the time the letter was written, and Colonel Maury were classmates at West Point. This letter was given to the writer, for the society, in 1903. Colonel Maury was a resident of Jackson County, Oregon, for many years, and died near Jacksonville on February 20, 1906, in his 85th year.--George H. Himes, assistant secretary.
    "Geo. E. Pickett to Reuben F. Maury." "San Juan, W.T., February 13, 1861. My Dear Major: I should have answered your kind note long since, had I not seen in the Portland Oregonian that you were on the eve of saying goodbye to us. It was only by the last steamer that I learned, much to my gratification, that the report was untrue, knowing as I did, too, that you yourself preferred being let alone. However, my dear Major, I am afraid it is but a short respite--for I think we officers of the 'Grande Armee' shall be compelled to go. I much fear the Register of 1861 will be the last published.
    "Write me what you think the best course to pursue in case of a breakup. What will we do with the public property and funds?
    "In some places there will be a general scramble. Major [Abraham B.] Ragan has no money. The troops ought to be paid very promptly in this crisis, that is if the government wish to use them.
    "I myself come from a Union-loving state, but matters are taking such a phase at present that she and the other border and union states such as Kentucky, Tennessee, Maryland, Missouri, cannot make their voices heard. The Republicans in their pride and flush of victory will not listen to the terms proposed by the conservative element from those good and true states, when they ask but their rights and no more. No, they are ignominiously rejected. On the other hand I do not like to be bullied or dragged out of the union by the PRECIPITANCY AND INDECENT HASTE of South Carolina.
    "Since seeing you last I have learned the sad news of my mother's death. Sad and desolate as it leaves me, still it would be a selfish wish on my part that it were otherwise. For years she has been an invalid and lately has been a constant sufferer, uncomplaining always. My sister wrote me that her bodily pains were sometimes terrible to witness. A woman of bright intelligence, very well read, and of a disposition full of love and tenderness. It is a great consolation to know that she is where she can no longer be subjected to our earthly afflictions, and that she did not live to see the country she was so proud of torn with civil strife and discord, and our once great nation a ruin.
    "My uncle writes me that her estate is left to be divided amongst her three children, and which a year ago was worth at least $100,000 could not now be sold for half that sum--in fact I don't suppose it could be disposed of at all, on account of the depreciation in the value of slaves, etc.
    "Everything is quiet here. We see a good deal of the officers from the other camps and are on very sociable and pleasant terms. "Please present my regards to Mrs. Alvord and Mr. Charles. Love to John Kellogg.
    "All here, Griffin included, desire to be remembered to you.
    "Where is Longstreet?
    "Ever your friend, George E. Pickett."
    Captain Pickett, away up at San Juan, on San Juan Island, near the tip end of land owned then by the United States, was a good prophet. His letter was written Feb. 13. One day less than two months later Fort Sumter was fired upon, beginning the Civil War, April 12, 1861. Captain Pickett resigned from the United States army June 25, 1861 and was off to join the forces of secession.
    There was a dispute concerning the location of the line between the United States and Canada, as fixed by the treaty of June 15, 1846, settling the international boundary dispute, out of which came the "54-40 or fight" slogan of historic memory, very familiar to men of pioneer Oregon. This treaty described the line as following the 49th parallel "to the middle of the channel which separates the continent from Vancouver Island, and thence southeasterly through the middle of said channel and Fuca Straits to the Pacific Ocean." The difference was, what "channel" was meant? The United States held that it meant the Canal de Haro, and Great Britain insisted that it meant Rosario Strait. This left a question as to the ownership of Washington Sound and the islands in it. An amicable arrangement was reached in 1859, after which the United States maintained a garrison on the south and Great Britain on the north. This question was not finally and definitely decided until the treaty of 1871 referring the matter for decision to the emperor of Germany, who made the award that gave the territory to the United States. Germany's emperor was then William I, grandfather of William II, now the royal prisoner at Doorn, Holland.
    But before the amicable agreement of 1859, the British government threatened to land troops on San Juan Island, and Captain Pickett, acting for the government he then served, prevented their landing. As the Bits man remembers the matter, the first clash came because the pigs of an American settler strayed onto the land of a British neighbor. Will some Willamette University freshman, or Marion or Polk County high school senior, correct him if he is mistaken, and elaborate that old news item, telling how the pig or pigs almost caused two great nations to go to war? To the student thus specified, if any, who submits a good article, or the best one, a $1 prize will be given.
    When he referred in his letter to the "officers of the other camps," the Bits man thinks Captain Pickett means the British officers there, with their garrisons, to maintain the rights of their countrymen, including the man onto whose claimed premises the pig or pigs trespassed.
    San Juan Island, with the smaller islands around it, is now a whole county of the state of Washington, named San Juan County, with Friday Harbor the flourishing county seat city.
    "Where is Longstreet?" inquired Pickett in his letter. He meant James Longstreet, also a classmate of his and Maury's at West Point. Longstreet, too, became one of the leading generals on the side of the south in the Civil War. He was born in South Carolina, but was then a resident of Alabama. General Pickett died at Richmond, Va., in 1875, aged 50.
Oregon Statesman, Salem, January 27, 1932, page 4


    The historic Maury farm on the Central Point-Jacksonville road has been sold by Henry Maury to Dr. B. R. Elliott, Medford dentist.
    This place was taken up in 1853 and the abstract is interesting. The place was first recorded on page 16 of book 1 of Jackson County's deed and mortgage records, the county's first record book. The Maury family has farmed the place for nearly 70 years. Henry and Miss Mary Maury's father, Reuben F. Maury, came out to the California gold fields in 1849, and to the Rogue River Valley in the early fifties. He was later made a colonel in the U.S. army.
    In the early days the farm supplied most of the vegetables for Jacksonville, and old-timers of the area state that their earliest recollections of food from the garden are associated with the Maury farm.
    The land carries a free water right from Griffin Creek. It was the first given from this creek and is dated 1876. The dam for irrigation makes a favorite swimming hole for the youngsters of the neighborhood.
    The entire 75 acres are fertile, and the place ranks among the most excellent farms in the valley. There are large walnut and box alder trees about the house.
    The land is given over to general farming, wheat, alfalfa, corn, ladina clover and onions being the usual crops. The farm now carries a few cows, hogs and sheep. Operations will be continued along the same lines, though the new owner expects to develop gradually a herd of Guernsey cows and keep also some Duroc hogs. Dr. Elliott stated that he has planned for 20 years to acquire a farm of this type.
    Ed Gilmore, who has been on the premises for several years, will continue there. Mr. Gilmore is an experienced farmer and is especially well versed in dairy cattle.
    Henry and Miss Mary Maury will continue to live in the old home until the latter part of April, when they expect to move to the Isaacson property in Central Point, which they purchased recently.
    The farm being only four miles from his office, Dr. Elliott expects to move to the place after the house has been repainted and some remodeling done.
Medford Mail Tribune, March 10, 1937, page 8


    Henry C. Maury, 90, longtime resident of the Central Point area and son of a pioneer family, passed away at a Medford hospital Monday evening, February 13.
    Funeral services were conducted at 2 p.m. today, Thursday, at the Perl funeral home chapel. The Rev. Donald Whitney, minister of Central Point Church of Christ, officiated. Interment was in Jacksonville cemetery.
    Mr. Maury was the son of Col. Reuben F. Maury, who crossed the plains in 1852 and was married to Elizabeth Chambers, daughter of Aaron Chambers, who also crossed the plains in 1852 and took up a donation claim in Jackson County, where Col. Maury and family moved in 1875.
    Colonel Maury assisted in organizing the First Volunteer Cavalry of Oregon and was appointed lieutenant colonel by President Lincoln. Later he was advanced to full colonel.
    He was engaged in farming and raising small fruits and vegetables. His son, Henry C. Maury, continued operating this business successfully until he sold the farm and retired in 1937.
    Mr. Maury moved to Central Point and purchased a home where he and his sister, Mary, lived. Miss Mary passed away March 25, 1950.
    He was born June 18, 1865 at Ft. Vancouver, Washington Territory. He was a life member of Central Point Grange and served as a member of the west-side school board for many years.
    He is survived by one sister, Mrs. Sally Cowgill, of Central Point and several nieces and nephews.
Central Point American, February 16, 1956, page 7






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