<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501</id><updated>2011-10-06T12:58:04.908-04:00</updated><category term='Catherine Collins'/><category term='Kate Collins'/><category term='John Martin Monroe'/><title type='text'>Munroe.History</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will be a place to post remembrances, stories or questions about the history of the descendants of Martin and Bridgett Munroe of Wilmington, Delaware.  I invite comments, corrections and tangential thoughts by anyone who can add to our memory and knowledge of Munroe history.(Your posts will be moderated - approved before they will appear. 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Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-1786615670164636733</id><published>2009-10-17T09:01:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:21:47.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Martin Monroe'/><title type='text'>Remembering John Martin Monroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnRMTQTATI/AAAAAAAAGeU/rHdiz1RCVNc/s1600-h/JohnMartinMonroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnRMTQTATI/AAAAAAAAGeU/rHdiz1RCVNc/s200/JohnMartinMonroe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393572038010143026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John Martin Monroe born February 28, 1911 in Rochester, PA was the second child of Patrick Frank Monroe and Bertha Majors to survive to adulthood. John Monroe, described as soft spoken, was a superi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or athlete who played football in high school (1927 Rochester, PA) and semipro baseball for the Rochester Whippets in 1929. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's nephew, Robert Monroe, wrote,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; John attended Geneva College located in Beaver Falls, Pa.  John was awarded a  football scholarship &amp;amp; suffered a knee injury that ended his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;football  career. My understanding from my Dad was that John tore the ligaments in his  knee &amp;amp; at that time it was a football endi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;injury. I do not know if the  injury happened during the fall practice or during the regular season. John  served an apprenticeship as a Tool &amp;amp; Die Maker &amp;amp; worked at that trade  until drafted in World War II."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Robert also writes, "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do know that John was in the Air Force &amp;amp; was with the 13th Air Force. The  Air Force sent him to Oklahoma A&amp;amp; M for a period of time. Oklahoma A&amp;amp;M  is now Oklahoma State. I remember he sent me a T shirt from there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnVfSg0WTI/AAAAAAAAGek/eBwO-ynPzjI/s1600-h/FamilyJohnMMonroe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnVfSg0WTI/AAAAAAAAGek/eBwO-ynPzjI/s320/FamilyJohnMMonroe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393576762275027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;John Monroe was inducted into the US Army Air Force on November 21, 1943 (serial number 33 401 970) took his basic training at Fort Mead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; John's discharge indicates that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; he was qualified as a Clerk Typist 405 and with a Carbine MM 43. His discharge lists battles served as New Guinea, Northern Solomons, Bismarck Archipelago and the Southern Philippines. He was awarded a Good Conduct Medal, a Philippines Liberation Ribbon with 1 Bronze Star, an Asiatic Pacific Campaign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Medal with 4 Bronze Stars and a World War II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Victory Medal. John was honorably discharged on January 1, 1946 having served a little over 3 years and one month. He left the Army with the rank of Staff Sargent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;John Martin Monroe's youngest sibling, was a  sister Mary Louise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Monroe who was an athlete in high school and reportedly was of Olympic caliber. She was born in August 30, 1920 but died while still in high school in on September 17, 1937, before her Olympic hopes could be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Robert Monroe wrote, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John worked for Social Security in the Pittsburgh area but ended his career  working for the Social Security Agency located in Beaver Falls. He lived in  Chippewa Township which is a area located outside of Beaver Falls. He lived with  a lady whose name was Bertha Lehman." "He was married when he was in the service; I met his wife  while visiting my Aunt Margaret in Rochester. Her name was Maggie &amp;amp; they had  one child that died at birth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnSwZCmx_I/AAAAAAAAGec/XBb3xq2oh8A/s1600-h/JohnMonroeLeftWWII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnSwZCmx_I/AAAAAAAAGec/XBb3xq2oh8A/s200/JohnMonroeLeftWWII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393573757550249970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He [John] did like to fish and he did take fishing trips; it may have been with Ernie  Brown. I met Ernie Brown one time when he was with Uncle Mike to visit my  Grandfather. i believe they both had their wives with them at that time. Ernie  Brown was not with Uncle Mike when we went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Akron to visit his sister  Sadie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think my Grandfather [Patrick Frank Monroe] and Uncle Mike [Michael John Munroe] kept in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someway or through  someone. My grandfather talked about Uncle Mike before I met him. It's strange  now when I think about it but i can remember it so plain the day my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grandfather and Uncle came to our home for the first time. There was just the two of them;  had no idea where they stayed or what they did. My grandfather didn't drive.  Uncle Mike make the trip to my Grandfathers funeral alone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Martin Monroe died in 1978 at the age of 67  and is buried in Sylvania Hills cemetery (New Brighton, PA) with his brother Willis Monroe, Willis's wife Emma Mae, John's sister Margaret Bittner and her husband Robert Bittner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-1786615670164636733?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/munroe.history/FrankMonroeFamilyPhotos#' title='Remembering John Martin Monroe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1786615670164636733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=1786615670164636733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/1786615670164636733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/1786615670164636733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-john-martin-monroe.html' title='Remembering John Martin Monroe'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/StnRMTQTATI/AAAAAAAAGeU/rHdiz1RCVNc/s72-c/JohnMartinMonroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-726522998030733527</id><published>2008-04-21T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:54:51.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Collins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Collins'/><title type='text'>Remembering Catherine (Kate) Munroe Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/SA1MUmpjB3I/AAAAAAAAD3w/UM_LsD2f7gI/s1600-h/CatherineKateCollinsCropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/SA1MUmpjB3I/AAAAAAAAD3w/UM_LsD2f7gI/s400/CatherineKateCollinsCropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191889862283954034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine (Kate) Munroe Collins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3/15/1882 - 1969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Collins was the sixth of eight children born to Martin Munroe and Bridget McCabe who were married in 1864 in Galway Ireland. She grew up in Wilmington, Delaware and married John F. Collins. She appears in a 1904 city directory as Catherine, the wife of John Collins a morocco worker of 603 W.  3rd Street. [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Munroe's of Galway and Delaware&lt;/span&gt;, by John A. Munroe p.20] In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales of My Father&lt;/span&gt; (also by John A. Munroe) John Collins is referred to as "A steady railroad worker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael John Munroe was only a little more than two years older than his sister Kate and here are his recollections as recorded in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Munroe's of Galway and Delaware&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls were not permitted to have callers, and there were seldom guests in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house. Dancing and singing in the home was unknown (quite different from the situation in my mother’s home when she was a girl). My father’s sisters were required to be in early, usually at 8 but sometimes they were allowed out until 9. When Kate once stayed out at a dance her father locked her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate, however, was a match for her father and his temper. When he once began to beat her, she ran into the backyard screaming bloody murder so loud that neighbors came from their houses to see what was the matter. Martin was ashamed and cowed by the attention. To the end of his life he remained a little afraid of Kate. He never struck her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Cummings Swierczewski sent me the picture above and with it recalled her Grandmother Kate Collins fondly: "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandmom was quiet, spoke softly, and seemed very peaceful and very competent in  everything she did.  I never saw her lose her temper or get rattled;  I used to  stay with her for several days, maybe as long as a week, every summer.  I have  nice memories of that, but I must have been annoying to have around...I hope I  wasn't.  I didn't help her with work or anything, I just hung around like a bump  on a log.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember walking to the corner store with her and going to a store  on fourth Street to buy ice cream and subs too, (I think); but I went by myself  then, if memory serves.  There was an alley connecting the back of their house  to Fourth Street...it was paved in brick I think, as was their sidewalk.  I  wonder if their old house is still there and if the alley still connects through  to Fourth. Their house was at 1212 West Fifth Street, and their back gate opened  on to the alley...very exotic to me!  Here's how I remember her.  She is  beautiful to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-726522998030733527?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/726522998030733527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=726522998030733527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/726522998030733527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/726522998030733527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/remembering-catherine-kate-munroe.html' title='Remembering Catherine (Kate) Munroe Collins'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/SA1MUmpjB3I/AAAAAAAAD3w/UM_LsD2f7gI/s72-c/CatherineKateCollinsCropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-4271470420628559630</id><published>2008-03-30T01:42:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:40:00.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Munroe Cordone 4/22/1877 - 5/4/1911*</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a lot of hard web research and interviews conducted by Sheila Swierczewski nee Cummings, we believe we now know the following about the mysterious Maggie Munroe who is buried in Cathedral Cemetery in Wilmington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8xu4plX1I/AAAAAAAAD1w/e0qUZDFCSzU/s1600-h/100_0414_Munroe_+Grave_Cathedral_250w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8xu4plX1I/AAAAAAAAD1w/e0qUZDFCSzU/s320/100_0414_Munroe_+Grave_Cathedral_250w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183416377677274962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    1. Maggie (Margaret Munroe) was the fourth child of Martin and              Bridget Munroe of Wilmington, Delaware&lt;br /&gt;2. Maggie was married to Joseph Cordone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Joseph and Maggie lived at 916 Wood Street in Philadelphia as                    of April 16, 1910 and were 32 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31** years of age at the time                      of the Census report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Maggie and Joseph had no children living at that time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Maggie died of pulmonary tuberculosis April 29, 1911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Maggie's funeral was at the Church of the Assumption in                                                    Philadelphia and she was buried in Cathedral Cemetery,                           Wilmington.&lt;br /&gt;7. Maggie is interred in the same plot as her mother, father and                two brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The best we can conclude is that the reason she was never mentioned is that she married an Italian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an entirely satisfactory explanation, but we are unlikely to find anything more about her estrangement from her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. A. Munroe writes in [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munroes of Galway and Delaware&lt;/span&gt; page 17] "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My father [Michael John Munroe] did not remember Mary living at home. The first time he recalled seeing her in the house was at a children’s party. It was one of the few festive occasions in the house that my father remembered. He was only a young boy, and the party was mainly composed of his sister Maggie (two years older than he was) and her friends. His memory of his first visit to the Brandywine Park was also connected with Maggie, since she took him there, to Tatnall’s woods. Otherwise he had very little to say about this sister. The first home my father remembered was on Tatnall Street between First and Second, and he believed that this was where he was born on September 27, 1879. By my time this was a rough area, either part of or next to a run-down neighborhood called Bloodfield. It was undoubtedly the home of poor folk, but not as bad when my father lived there as it became later. According to a block directory for 1886 the next door neighbors were named Lawless and Knotts, which agrees with my father’s recollection of Johnny Knotts as one of his earliest friends.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munroe's of Galway and Delaware&lt;/span&gt; page 21] "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maggie’s fate is mysterious. My mother suspected a scandal since she was never spoken of. After the death of my parents, my cousin Sarah Brown told me Maggie had married a Jew and had now been dead for a long time, probably at least fifty years. According to Sarah my father went to the funeral, which was in New Jersey, and told Aunt Mary about it when he came home. It is strange that my mother seemed to know nothing about Maggie’s fate. She could keep secrets, but my father could not. I suspect it was someone else who attended Maggie’s funeral and told Aunt Mary about it. Since my father did not mention Maggie’s fate to me, I share my mother’s suspicions. Marriage to a Jew, in my opinion, would not, in itself, have been enough to account for this silence. My mother’s older sister married a Jew, and through this shocked her German immigrant mother, her siblings rallied to her defense. Since there was much talk of this marriage in the family, it is strange if such an alliance by his sister was sufficient to seal my father’s mouth.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a small portion from the written census record for 916 Wood Street, Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8wRIplXyI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7qVdzKoepMI/s1600-h/MaggieAndJosephCroppedCensus520w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 30px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8wRIplXyI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7qVdzKoepMI/s320/MaggieAndJosephCroppedCensus520w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183414767064538914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recorded** information for that census entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8yC4plX2I/AAAAAAAAD14/jYcYnG8l1dw/s1600-h/MaggieCordone1910Census.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8yC4plX2I/AAAAAAAAD14/jYcYnG8l1dw/s400/MaggieCordone1910Census.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183416721274658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The listing from Cathedral Cemetery for the five Munroes buried together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8z4IplX4I/AAAAAAAAD2I/l89lOf_XgWs/s1600-h/CathedralStamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8z4IplX4I/AAAAAAAAD2I/l89lOf_XgWs/s400/CathedralStamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183418735614320514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The date given in the title for her death is actually the burial date. Her date of death is given in point 5.&lt;br /&gt;**Her age at the time of the sensus was recorded in the written record as 31 however, it was transcribed incorrectly as 37. The Miracode 1910 census has it corrected. We have copies of the documents exerpted here. (the burial record was simplified to make it fit the page better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-4271470420628559630?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4271470420628559630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=4271470420628559630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4271470420628559630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4271470420628559630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2008/03/maggie-munroe-cordone-4221877-541911.html' title='Maggie Munroe Cordone 4/22/1877 - 5/4/1911*'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R-8xu4plX1I/AAAAAAAAD1w/e0qUZDFCSzU/s72-c/100_0414_Munroe_+Grave_Cathedral_250w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-1541006698270602721</id><published>2008-02-25T22:01:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:03:34.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah "Sadie" Munroe</title><content type='html'>This very nice studio portrait taken by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palace Studios&lt;/span&gt; on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City of Sarah Munroe was miss-identified by me for some time as being of Sarah's older sister Mary Elizabeth. Sarah, known by her relatives as Sadie or Aunt Sadie,  was the seventh child of Martin and Bridgett Munroe and the fourth child born in America. Sarah was born on July 15th 1884 in Wilmington, Delaware. Married Charles Geffken* and moved to Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. She died around 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8ONDH-2heI/AAAAAAAADnU/A6IF-Z_fPFY/s1600-h/SarahSadieMunroeForBlog450h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8ONDH-2heI/AAAAAAAADnU/A6IF-Z_fPFY/s320/SarahSadieMunroeForBlog450h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131881973253602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheila Sweirczeski [nee Cummings] writes,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You can see Sadie as an older woman in the photos I sent a few days ago...with her husband, dogs, and again as a much older lady, but still with a dog beside her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Hayes [nee Cummings] writes, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I also loved the picture of the group with Aunt Sadie.  I never met her, but I remember her last name was Gefken or something close to that.  I believe she, Aunt Sadie lived with my grandparents, Catherine (Kate) and John Collins when they were first married.  I guess your granddad had married and Sadie had nowhere else to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John A. Munroe writes in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales of My Father&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The youngest child, Marty, apparently died before his mother, which means that only three Munroes were left at home with their father. Michael (my father) and his sisters Kate and Sadie. Kate soon married John Collins, a steady railroad worker, and moved to her own home on the west side of Wilmington. Sadie remained as the housekeeper, and my father increasingly the man of the house, as his father’s physical condition and age forced him to a minor role as a watchman at Lobdell’s."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John A. Munroe continues in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales of My Father&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My grandfather, Martin Munroe, died in 1910, possibly of a heart attack, in my father’s arms. My father took consolation in having been there, for he obviously loved his father. (The bill for Martin’s funeral in Cathedral Cemetery was dated 1910; the undertaker was J. Fox.). . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;". . .Martin died in his home in South Wilmington, but that home now was abandoned. His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two children remaining there, my father and Sadie, his youngest sister, moved in with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katie, her husband John Collins, and their two young children, John and Catherine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before leaving the old house, my father’s zeal led him to an action that distressed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever I heard about it. Dad gathered and burned all of his father’s papers, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his passport, his naturalization papers, and letters from Ireland. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;". . .Living with the Collins family, Dad [Michael J. Munroe] was able to wash indoors for the first time in his life. So he told me. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8OKHn-2hcI/AAAAAAAADnE/3tngjj1dgGk/s1600-h/SarahMunroeGeffkenAndCharlesGeffkin450h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8OKHn-2hcI/AAAAAAAADnE/3tngjj1dgGk/s320/SarahMunroeGeffkenAndCharlesGeffkin450h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171128660747781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John A. Munroe writes in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Munroes of Galway and Delaware&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only my father and his youngest sister, Sarah, were now left with their father in the house on Heald Street, where he lived until his death in November 1910. From at least 1906, however, the oldest of Martin’s children, Mary, was living only two doors from her father, at 200 South Heald Street. She and her husband Reuben Brown had previously lived in Newark, where most of their children were born. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8OMQH-2hdI/AAAAAAAADnM/LAbilGXG51U/s1600-h/1950AkronMichaelJBobbWillisMaryMarianSadie300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8OMQH-2hdI/AAAAAAAADnM/LAbilGXG51U/s320/1950AkronMichaelJBobbWillisMaryMarianSadie300w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131005799925202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my father and others often referring to Grandfather's&lt;br /&gt;sister Sadie. She was the last to marry and the last woman to leave her parents home. It must have been sad for my grandfather when she moved so far away. But they stayed in touch. Granddad regularly wrote to his sister. I remember him writing at the dining room table. My grandfather was always read the newspaper and a magazine like, "Modern Maturity." however, writing was an uncommon task. I remember him using a lined paper guide beneath the paper on which he was writing. They also did travel as can be seen in this last photo taken~ 1950wen traveling to the home of Emma and Willis Munroe in Akron, Ohio. [in group photo Sadie is at the lower left]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think that Sarah Munroe's married name was spelled Geffken but it might be Goffken. I don't know either the date of her marriage or the exact date of her death. I also know nothing of her husband Charles. They had no children so it will take some careful research to complete her story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-1541006698270602721?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1541006698270602721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=1541006698270602721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/1541006698270602721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/1541006698270602721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarah-sadie-munroe.html' title='Sarah &quot;Sadie&quot; Munroe'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R8ONDH-2heI/AAAAAAAADnU/A6IF-Z_fPFY/s72-c/SarahSadieMunroeForBlog450h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-4803183121452000317</id><published>2008-02-21T01:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:55:15.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70m1H-2gmI/AAAAAAAADW8/5rEOqICgNTk/s1600-h/ThreeActorsAtArdenParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70m1H-2gmI/AAAAAAAADW8/5rEOqICgNTk/s320/ThreeActorsAtArdenParty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169330641408787042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, John A. Munroe, wrote an essay, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arden as I Knew It.&lt;/span&gt;" The essay begins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps it is my earliest memory. I was a very small boy in a stroller and my mother was pushing me up Harvey Road toward Arden. She might have been coming from the B&amp;amp;O Railroad stop on Harvey Road, but I think on this occasion she had much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farther to walk--from the trolley car line across the Philadelphia Pike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was twenty years old, I volunteered at Candlelight Theater in Arden. For part of the year I left my job at W.L. Gore in Newark and drove to Arden in time to eat at the theater (after the paying customers) and work back stage. This was a happy time. When I was much younger my father took me to visit my Aunt Katie (Katharine Sophia Tessmann) who lived in Arden. I loved her yard and she was always nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia says of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arden%2C_DE"&gt;Arden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arden was founded in 1900 by sculptor Frank Stephens and architect Will Price, followers of Henry George's Single tax, William Morris’s Arts and crafts principles, and many of Peter Kropotkin's principles of communal living.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Jim P. Collins Jr. (3rd generation under Martin and Bridgett Munroe) and his wife Elaine lived from 1970 to 1976 in the same house that my Aunt Katie (1890-1970 - sister of Mary Frieda Detling 1887 - 1965 - wife of Michael John Munroe 1879 - 1969) once owned* in Arden.  This is also certainly the source of the middle name of their oldest child Mary Arden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70mMX-2glI/AAAAAAAADW0/1ah2VggNBuw/s1600-h/ArdenParty500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70mMX-2glI/AAAAAAAADW0/1ah2VggNBuw/s320/ArdenParty500w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169329941329117778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a mystery photo given to me by John A. Davis. My great aunt Katie was not the first of my relatives to live in Arden. Her mother, Wilhelmina Maier Dettling, moved to Arden first. My father writes in his essay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What brought Grandmother to Arden had nothing to do with the political philosophy, the Single Tax, that had led to Arden’s foundation in 1900. Grandmother had a weak heart and it seemed wise for her to be in a one-story bungalow instead of the two-story house she and her four unmarried children--Mena, Katie, Andy, and Pauline--had on 22nd Street in Wilmington."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another mystery photo also taken in Arden. I wonder if we will ever learn who any of these actors might have been. It looks like a true "Arden party"  to me. If anyone reading this blog lived in Arden in the first half of the 20th century I would love to hear from you and on what street you lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*owned - actually no one owns land in Arden. You own your house but lease the land for 99 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-4803183121452000317?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4803183121452000317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=4803183121452000317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4803183121452000317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4803183121452000317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-father-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70m1H-2gmI/AAAAAAAADW8/5rEOqICgNTk/s72-c/ThreeActorsAtArdenParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-2318314494185609461</id><published>2007-09-15T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:23:12.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Munroe's Papers - Michael J. and Sadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuuSeJlu3sI/AAAAAAAAC_I/bWbhJjnbWEA/s1600-h/UncleMikeAunt+Sadie,+Arkron1950_169w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuuSeJlu3sI/AAAAAAAAC_I/bWbhJjnbWEA/s320/UncleMikeAunt+Sadie,+Arkron1950_169w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110339248849870530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This picture is of Michael John Munroe and&lt;br /&gt;his sister Sarah (Aunt Sadie) taken in&lt;br /&gt;Akron, OH in the 1950s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;michael munroe wrote on 9/15/2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked about Sadie because one of the great sadnesses of my father was that my Grandad reported making a bonfire of Martin Munroe's personal papers after his death. I don't know if any further explanation was ever given for the motivation for the bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Munroe's of Galway and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delaware&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; p.4]&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;. . .So much that we do not know might have been revealed to us had my father not made a bonfire of his father’s (Martin’s) papers when he and his sister Sadie were moving out ofthe family home after his father’s death.[7]. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Munroe's of Galway and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delaware&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; p.16] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;". . . My father was a good steady worker after he grew up, and he never missed a day’s work, however ill he might feel, if he could drag himself out of the house in the morning. Being male, he was allowed privileges, particularly as he grew up and became, as he did, the financial mainstay of the family in his father’s old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two men talked a lot apparently, since my stories of Martin came mainly from my father. After all, for twelve years, from Bridget’s death in 1898 to Martin’s in 1910, they lived together, the only two men in the house, though there was always at least one girl there as housekeeper—Kate, until her marriage, and Sadie throughout this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Only occasionally did a story regarding Martin’s temper slip from my father, as, for example, on an occasion when my son Stephen made a remark I considered insolent and I raised my hand to strike him. "Don’t do that, John," my father interrupted. "The boy is too big for that. My father hit Pat and he ran away. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ footnote Munroe's of Galway and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delaware&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; p.24]&lt;/span&gt; 7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Martin’s Letters from his brothers, his passport, and his naturalization papers were all destroyed in this fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It could have been a desire for finality, or could indicate how difficult he had been during his lifetime, I really don't have any indication at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, since my Grandfather was not one to keep a lot of paper around, and as I doubt that he could have suspected, at that time, that he would have a son with a great interest in history, - it could have been much like school children making a bonfire of their school papers at the completition of a term. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;michael munroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-2318314494185609461?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2318314494185609461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=2318314494185609461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/2318314494185609461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/2318314494185609461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/martin-munroes-papers-michael-j-and.html' title='Martin Munroe&apos;s Papers - Michael J. and Sadie'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuuSeJlu3sI/AAAAAAAAC_I/bWbhJjnbWEA/s72-c/UncleMikeAunt+Sadie,+Arkron1950_169w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-3417027392580281445</id><published>2007-09-11T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:52:33.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathedral Cemetery - Margaret Cordone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rub1PDhe99I/AAAAAAAAC2I/hzjqL68c9vU/s1600-h/CathedralCemetery180h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rub1PDhe99I/AAAAAAAAC2I/hzjqL68c9vU/s320/CathedralCemetery180h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109040466290997202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday June 1, 2007 Paul E. Brown wrote with this news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A call today to Cathedral Cemetery, Wilmington, was interesting and  informative.  Very quickly the woman in the office confirmed that Martin was  indeed buried there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[Martin Munroe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is in a three grave plot in which 5 are buried.  In the  old days they allowed double interments. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here is the information that she did give today: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are two Martins there, one buried in Nov. 1910 which would be our great  grandfather, and another buried in 1900 which is probably Martin and Bridget's  son.  Bridget is there buried in 1898 and William (another son?) and surprise  surprise Margaret Cordone buried in May, 1911 (the *mystery daughter?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Margaret Monroe the fourth child of Martin Munroe born in 1877 in Wilmington, Delaware: Absolutely nothing had been known of the life or whereabouts of Margaret until this discovery. Now, if only we had some  idea where Maggie got the name "Cordone" and why she died at the young age of 33 and why her siblings never told the next generation anything about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-3417027392580281445?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3417027392580281445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=3417027392580281445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/3417027392580281445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/3417027392580281445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/cathedral-cemetery-margaret-cordone.html' title='Cathedral Cemetery - Margaret Cordone'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rub1PDhe99I/AAAAAAAAC2I/hzjqL68c9vU/s72-c/CathedralCemetery180h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-7748520311563486587</id><published>2007-09-11T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:45:37.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank P. Monroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubvGDhe97I/AAAAAAAAC1c/KmAJfs7yphU/s1600-h/FrankMonroeAndBob200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubvGDhe97I/AAAAAAAAC1c/KmAJfs7yphU/s320/FrankMonroeAndBob200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109033714602407858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frank Monroe and his grandson Bob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday 2/20/2007 Bob Monroe wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . .I knew &amp; spent more time with Grandpap than either of my sisters. I would  walk with him to the bus stop when he was leaving after a visit. We never knew  when he was coming or when he was going to leave. He would stay for two or three  days and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always gave up my bed for him and slept on the floor  during that time. I always liked him . He would always tell me "Bobby, A man is  only as good as his word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Frank Monroe  d.1947]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was struck by a car as he was stepping from a  curb in Ambridge. He was taken to the Rochester Hospital and passed away a short  time later. He passed away in the hospital. Uncle Mike was at the funeral and I  sat with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpaps daughter Mary Louise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[youngest child of Frank Monroe d. 1937]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was killed in an automobile  accident her senior year in high school. The accident happened in Meadville, Pa.   My grandfather said very little about his family. Never heard him mention his  Dads name. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-7748520311563486587?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7748520311563486587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=7748520311563486587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/7748520311563486587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/7748520311563486587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/frank-p-monroe_11.html' title='Frank P. Monroe'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubvGDhe97I/AAAAAAAAC1c/KmAJfs7yphU/s72-c/FrankMonroeAndBob200h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-7708787013890695866</id><published>2007-09-11T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:28:26.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael John visits Akron, Ohio 1950</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubrUDhe96I/AAAAAAAAC1U/tARpGeePks8/s1600-h/1950AkronMichaelJBobbWillisMaryMarianSadie200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubrUDhe96I/AAAAAAAAC1U/tARpGeePks8/s320/1950AkronMichaelJBobbWillisMaryMarianSadie200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109029557074065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This picture is from Akron, Ohio in 1950. Michael, Bob and Willis in the back row Emma and Mary are two of the women in the middle row and Marian and Sadie are in the front row.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday 2/19/2007 Bob Monroe also wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember Uncle Mike coming to visit my grandfather. We did not have a  car at the time They would ride the bus from Rochester to  Beaver Falls. We were  living at 1511-5th ave when I first met my Uncle Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At a later visit, when we owned a car we traveled to Akron ,Ohio and Uncle  Mike saw his sister Sadie &amp; her husband Charley. I believe his sisters name  was Sadie. I have a picture somewhere of the two of them from that visit &amp;amp;  when I locate it I will send it to you and you will be able to share it with  others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-7708787013890695866?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7708787013890695866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=7708787013890695866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/7708787013890695866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/7708787013890695866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/michael-john-visits-akron-ohio-1950.html' title='Michael John visits Akron, Ohio 1950'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RubrUDhe96I/AAAAAAAAC1U/tARpGeePks8/s72-c/1950AkronMichaelJBobbWillisMaryMarianSadie200h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-4081134000511543959</id><published>2007-09-11T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:05:16.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank P. Monroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rubmrzhe94I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5nykDPdgihE/s1600-h/FrankPatrickMunroe200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rubmrzhe94I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5nykDPdgihE/s320/FrankPatrickMunroe200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109024467537819522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday 2/19/07 Bob Monroe wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The picture of Frank Monroe is my grandfather; it was taken when we lived at  1405-2nd ave. in Beaver Falls. I recognize the birdbath &amp; the three stall  garage in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad purchased that home from Timothy &amp; Ann  Hartnet who lived in the home behind us. My grandfather looked at that property  with my dad &amp;amp; I learned that my grandfather said it was a good buy for  $2,800. That was in 1940."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-4081134000511543959?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4081134000511543959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=4081134000511543959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4081134000511543959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/4081134000511543959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/frank-p-monroe.html' title='Frank P. Monroe'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/Rubmrzhe94I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5nykDPdgihE/s72-c/FrankPatrickMunroe200h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-449508831999489618</id><published>2007-09-11T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:11:50.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma  Young Monroe and Charles Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuboHjhe95I/AAAAAAAAC1M/imhtbrP7acQ/s1600-h/EmmaYMonroeAndCharlesYoung200w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuboHjhe95I/AAAAAAAAC1M/imhtbrP7acQ/s320/EmmaYMonroeAndCharlesYoung200w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109026043790817170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Emma Young was the wife of  Willis K. Munroe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;On Thursday May 3, 2007 Bob Monroe wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture was taken in the back yard of the last home my dad &amp; mom owned. It was taken probably in 1958. The address is 510-8th ave.-Beaver Falls, Pa. It was in an area called Patterson Hgts. We had moved from 1405-2nd ave to this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember how good my mom &amp;amp; dad felt moving into this home. The home on 2nd ave was a good home for the family; it was tough neighborhood. The block that we lived in had Italian families, Polish families, German families, Irish families and we had probably one of the first displaced families from Europe after World War 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can remember how the kids would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get into fights  and the parents would not get involved in them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-449508831999489618?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/449508831999489618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=449508831999489618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/449508831999489618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/449508831999489618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-on-left-is-frank-p.html' title='Emma  Young Monroe and Charles Young'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuboHjhe95I/AAAAAAAAC1M/imhtbrP7acQ/s72-c/EmmaYMonroeAndCharlesYoung200w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-604938612877318781</id><published>2007-09-11T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:13:52.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYj8zhe9wI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Tb9zM0TyS2A/s1600-h/GeorgeGreen200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYj8zhe9wI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Tb9zM0TyS2A/s320/GeorgeGreen200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108810354828179202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Wed 10/18/2006 John Davis wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;". . .Mom has corrected me in a couple of details.  (1)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;George was a Master  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;Machinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;, and not a Master  Mechanic by trade, although I’m sure you see the overlap as you must understand  the nuances of machine art. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think  what amazes me the most is that he could MAKE any tool he  needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;Wow, Talk about  teaching a man to fish&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;,…&lt;/span&gt;.teach him how to make tools  and he can have unlimited dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;The other correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n  (2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;did&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; make a telescope and ground  the lenses by hand; But no recollection of binoculars’ or the Navy.  I may have that memory crossed over with  something else. Mom recalls that on many occasions some members from the Fells  Planetarium would come down and they would gather in the back yard. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On 10/22/2006 John Davis added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;". . .Going  thru my Grandfathers’ old tool box was a magical mystery ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a revelation deconstructing his dreams  and hopes of using this and that odd fixture or tool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ancient bunson burners and pipe fittings, odd  metals and chisels, files and believe it or not I found at least 15 pencils that  were 3 inches in length or less.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess  growing up in the Great &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Depression,&lt;/span&gt; you used EVERYTHING  until it was completely spent. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-604938612877318781?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/604938612877318781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=604938612877318781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/604938612877318781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/604938612877318781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/george-green.html' title='George Green'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYj8zhe9wI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Tb9zM0TyS2A/s72-c/GeorgeGreen200h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-2500329333577537156</id><published>2007-09-11T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:47:48.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother Mae Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYdyjhe9uI/AAAAAAAACz4/n4FiNplo-YA/s1600-h/MaeGreen-Nana200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYdyjhe9uI/AAAAAAAACz4/n4FiNplo-YA/s320/MaeGreen-Nana200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108803581664753378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10/14/2006 John Davis mentioned in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;"I  will always treasure my memories with him and of the stories I heard from my  Aunt Sarah, Uncle Ernie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;Mary  (Mae) Green –my Grandmother and of course my Mom and Dad, Bob and Marie  Davis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;Add  to that list, my Mom’s sister Geri Buckwalter (just had knee surgery last  week-and I know she is disappointed she can not be there) and Paul Brown and  Betty Brown-Campanella.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The list is  endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  quick recollection, I remember my Grandmother Mary (Mae) Green – Daughter of  Mary Munroe Brown, telling me that just after the influenza pandemic of 1915-18,  where they (The family of Mary Munroe Brown and Rubin Brown) lost several  children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;My  Grandmother was taken ill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told  &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;me &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; would  come over and sit at the foot of her bed and read stories to her.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;She  was probably 18 or 19 then&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; would have to had been 5or 6 years  old. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';color:teal;"  &gt;(&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;based&lt;/span&gt; on the assumption that this was just after 1918 – say  1919-1920 ?)"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-2500329333577537156?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/munroe.history/MaryElizabethMunroeBrownFamilyWebAlbum/photo#5106032305556612690' title='Grandmother Mae Green'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2500329333577537156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=2500329333577537156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/2500329333577537156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/2500329333577537156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/grandmother-mae-green.html' title='Grandmother Mae Green'/><author><name>Memory of Mary E. Munroe Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08659889610012817817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/R70rZ3-2gpI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Qg2HFNVNUAo/S220/MikeCowboy500hb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYdyjhe9uI/AAAAAAAACz4/n4FiNplo-YA/s72-c/MaeGreen-Nana200h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703062122395645501.post-811733384453880277</id><published>2007-09-10T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:54:19.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddad - Michael J. Munroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYfbzhe9vI/AAAAAAAAC0A/vDR6YEuR5F8/s1600-h/MichaelJohnMunroe200h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqgMyV74tlE/RuYfbzhe9vI/AAAAAAAAC0A/vDR6YEuR5F8/s320/MichaelJohnMunroe200h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108805389845985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandfather turned the TV to one of the prize fights, I could tell that my grandmother was angry.  She didn't exactly stamp around but the atmospher chilled and I noticed that she no longer addressed questions to my grandfather.  She now would only communicate through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV room in their city row house was less a room than it was a wide hallway between a formal sitting room and the dining room.  The dining room had french doors with lace curtains, a row of window seats and on  the window sills were her African violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my grandparents had color TV before we even had a black and white set.  The TV sat on a big mahogony side table that was in the space in front of the open staircase to the second floor.  My grandfather used pieces of broken glass to scrape off the old finish. Today we would use a flat scraper or a sander. In my grandparents house, the steps to both the second floor and to the third floor were always beautifully finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows my grandmother loved to watch with me and Granddad included, Queen For a Day, Art Linkletter, Laurence Welk, and Jackie Gleason.  My grandfather loved Jimmy Durante and his prize fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad had lots of stories.  He had grown up in the rough side of Wilmington leaving school in the sixth grade.  When he left school, he continued to leave each morning with his lunch pretending to go to school for some time until his parents found out.  He had worked at many jobs such as taking cows to pasture, working on a hack taking people into Wilmington, working in a glass factory, shining shoes and a rolling mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, his father helped him get a seven year apprenticeship at Lobdells where he took up the trade of a molder. A molder was one step below a pattern maker who would have been just below an engineer.  It was a skilled job with great responsibility as the rolls he poured were the among the largest being made at that time.  Lobdells made chilled iron rolls for the paper industry and this work was a very good occupation.  At Lobdells, he got the nick name Pete.  He started out as "little Pete" until the original Pete left and granddad became known simply as Pete.  My granddad worked at Lobdells until he retired and there are several stories from that period of his life that will have to wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael munroe&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703062122395645501-811733384453880277?l=munroehistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/feeds/811733384453880277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703062122395645501&amp;postID=811733384453880277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/811733384453880277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703062122395645501/posts/default/811733384453880277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munroehistory.blogspot.com/2007/09/granddad-michael-j-munroe.html' title='Granddad - Michael J. 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