This month, we wrap up the memoire of
Goldie Gorman Webster by sharing her memories of her adult life in Geary
County, including her marriage, community involvement and her final thoughts on
her childhood and life in Geary County. If you’ve enjoyed Goldie’s stories,
remember, we are always looking to add to our collection of local memories.
Come in and share your own memories of growing up in Geary County. The Geary
County Historical Society is open Tuesday-Sunday 1-4pm. And now, the final
segment of Goldie Webster’s story:
“When I was teaching, I first taught the
Rosey school on Davis Creek. Otto Roesler was the school board member who
interviewed me and gave me my job. For the year I taught there, I lived in the
home of Mrs. Behrend, a widow. I had as pupils, Leo Shane, Agnes Marie
Brunswick and Florence Ashbaugh. The next two years I taught the Hardscrabble
school, south of town. It was while teaching there that I met my future
husband, a member of the school board.. The fourth year I taught the Pleasant
View school. Mr. Younkin hired me for this job.
At the close of that term, I was
married, June 7, 1916, to William G. Webster, who was my husband for almost 50
years. He passed away January 16, 1966. I came to the farm to live. My husband
was an auctioneer, working in Geary County & surrounding territory. He
sometimes was called to distant places to conduct a sale of pure bred cattle.
He sold the government surplus material at Fort Riley after the war of World
War I. We lived busy lives, being involved in many areas. We operated a dairy,
had an insurance agency and were partners with R. H. Christenson in a wholesale
hay and grain business. We built the large warehouse on East 8th. Later we
owned an automobile agency that operated in that building. It was later known
as the Mid Quinn building. We sold cars and had a repair shop in connection
with the car agency. We were agents for the Avery line of machinery and the
Bankers Life of Lincoln, Nebraska. These activities were not simultaneously
engaged in but were spread over the years.
We for some years had a large feed
lot at the home place and at times fed out two hundred head of cattle. We once
had sheep. They were gentle little creatures, nice to have around. That venture
did not last long, due to the problem of stay dogs. We lived so close to town
that we are always plagued with homeless animals. All these activities required
a lot of help and that help often was quartered in our home.
During the early years I worked on
many community projects, such as selling war bonds, Red Cross drives, etc. I
kept up with my church work during these years. For nine years I taught a group
of Senior ladies Sunday School Class called the Co-Workers. We had church
suppers and bazaars in those days. Our church group had bought the
Congregational Church building at 5th and Adams and moved it to the corner of
8th & Madison Streets, the site of the old City Hotel. We worked hard to
enlarge the building and to build an Educational Building. Later we sold that
edifice and built our present church building on St. Mary’s Road. Two daughters
were born to us. Jean Lee, who passed away in 1932, and Shirley Ruth, now Mrs.
Theodore R. Laven of Emporia, Kansas.
My years have all been happy ones.
Of course there have been some sorrows which are the common lot. I recall my
mother’s love of flowers and her love of all God’s creatures, great and small.
When I was only four she took me to the timber to pick violets. She raised fowl
of many species. I can still see the proud peacocks and the guineas. The
guineas alerted us when a strange person or animal approached. She took time to
make doll clothes for us and had birthday parties. My birthday which came in
December was celebrated with that of my sister’s which came in May. December
was usually cold and stormy and not pleasant for little folks to play outside,
so we did it in May. I remember one time when we were having a party on
Saturday, our father and his workman went into a grove along the Kearney branch
track and each man picked a bunch of violets which he marked with a leaf to
identify his bunch. They put them into the bottom of the lunch pails in water
and father brought them home to us. That was one gift which I will never
forget.
Our parents insisted on obedience
but were never harsh with us. We learned that no meant no and not
"maybe" or "after a while". They taught us that promises
were made to be kept. Once when we were young, some older children talked us
into going with them down to the Republican River bridge. We were never allowed
there unless an adult was along. We came home without accident. When father
came home, he gave us each a few strokes with his razor strap with his big
hand. The strokes administered to our rears were gentle. In my case nothing was
hurt except my dignity. Father never used the strap again, we had learned our
lesson.
I have made many foot prints on the
sands of time. How long they will endure, I do not know, but I do know this, I
have had fun making them!
Much has been left out of this
writing, but all that has been written is real.
Goldie