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George Albert Mayson
M, #33902, b. 10 June 1916, d. 3 August 2003
Birth* 10 June 1916� George Albert Mayson was born on 10 June 1916 at Pocatello, Idaho, son of George Mayson and Ethel Littleford.1�
Marriage* 29 April 1940� He married Mildred Elliot Mabey, daughter of George Reginald Mabey and Sadie Rae Atkins, on 29 April 1940 at Bountiful, Utah.
"Both George's and Mildred's obits say married April 29, 1939, but they were both single and living with their parents in the 1940 census."2,3�
Death* 3 August 2003� George Albert Mayson died on 3 August 2003 at Idaho Falls, Bonneville County, Idaho, at age 87.4�
oObit* 4 August 2003� On 4 August 2003 the obituary of George Albert Mayson read: George Albert Mayson, 87, of Idaho Falls, died August 3, 2003, at Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center. He was born June 10, 1916 in Pocatello, Idaho to George Mayson, Sr. and Ethyl Littleford Mayson. The family moved to Salt Lake City, UT where he grew up and attended schools. On April 29, 1939, he married his high school sweetheart, Mildred E. Mabey, in Bountiful, Utah. He worked at Salt Lake City Glass & Paint. In 1949, they moved to Idaho Falls where he worked for W.P. Fullers and Falls Paint & Glass. He was a member of the Episcopal Church. He enjoyed fishing, bowling, walking, and working with stained glass. George loved spending time with his family and his beloved Scottie, Mackie. Surviving family members are: Wife: Mildred Elliott Mayson, Idaho Falls, ID Daughter: Linda and Skip Williams, Shelley, ID Granddaughter: Tina and Allan Moore, Idaho Falls, ID Grandson: Landry and Sydne Austin, Idaho Falls, ID Granddaughter: Lisa and Alan Rhead, Idaho Falls, ID Brother: Frank Mayson, Salt Lake City, UT Sister: Helen Dunmire, Salt Lake City, UT George has 4 Grandchildren and 10 Great Grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his daughter, Sherron Lynn Reimers; a grandson, Daniel David Jensen, son of Jack K. Jensen; and a Great Granddaughter, Sara Vance. Special services are planned by the family. Local arrangements are under the direction of Wood Funeral Home (273 N. Ridge) in Idaho Falls.5�
Mildred Elliot Mabey b. 8 Dec 1919, d. 10 Feb 2005
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection, Wood Funeral Home, Mildred's obit say married April 29, 1939.
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection, Wood Funeral Home, This memorial provided by: Wood Funeral Home Memorial Networks™ Partner Provider: Memorial Solutions , All rights reserved.
Donald Harry Mabey
M, #33903, b. 26 May 1922, d. 28 October 2018
Father* Harry Edward Mabey1 b. 3 Jan 1893, d. 13 Aug 1983
Mother* Laurett Rogerson1 b. 6 Dec 1896, d. 8 Jan 1981
Birth* 26 May 1922� Donald Harry Mabey was born on 26 May 1922 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.2�
(Witness) Census 11 April 1930� Donald Harry Mabey appeared on the census of 11 April 1930 in the household of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson at 527 South 4th Street East, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah,
; Harry Mabey, Head, M, W, 37, M, age at first marriage 27, Utah, England, California, Carpenter, House
Laurett Mabey, Wife, F, W, 33, M, age at first marriage 22, Utah, Utah, Utah
Edward L Mabey, Son, M, W, 9, S, attended school, Utah, Utah, Utah
Douglas R Mabey, Son, M, W, 7, S, attended school, Utah, Utah, Utah
Donald H Mabey, Son, M, W, 7, S, attended school, Utah, Utah, Utah
Grant Mabey, Son, M, W, 2 4/12, S, Utah, Utah, Utah.1�
(Witness) Census 15 April 1940� Donald Harry Mabey appeared on the census of 15 April 1940 in the household of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson at 552 Greenlawn Place, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah,
; Harry E Mabey, Head, M, W, 47, M, completed 8 years school, born in Utah, Carpenter, Contractor, wages earned in 1939 - $1650 for 45 weeks
Laurette Mabey, Wife, F, W, 43, M, completed 3 years high school, born in Utah
Leo Mabey, Son, M, W, 19, S, attended school, completed 3 years college, born in Utah
Douglas Mabey, Son, M, W, 17, S, completed 3 years high school, born in Utah
Donald Mabey, Son, M, W, 17, S, completed 3 years high school, born in Utah
Grant Mabey, Son, M, W, 12, S, attended school, completed 6 years school, born in Utah.3�
WW2YA* 30 June 1942� On 30 June 1942, Donald Harry Mabey, 552 Greenlawn Pl, Salt Lake City, Utah, born 26 May 1922 in Salt Lake City, Utah, registered for the draft. He was employed by Christensen Machine Co. The person who would always know his address was his mother, Mrs H. E. Mabey, at the same address. He was White, 5' 9", 135 pounds, had hazel eyes, brown hair, and a light complexion.4�
Marriage* 8 July 1943� Donald Harry Mabey married Fay Thomas on 8 July 1943 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.2,5�
Milit-Beg* 12 July 1944� Donald Harry Mabey enlisted in the military on 12 July 1944 at Fort Douglas, Salt Lake City, Utah.2�
Milit-End* 15 December 1945� He was discharged from military service on 15 December 1945 at Santa Fe, New Mexico; Sergeant US Army.2�
Census* 8 April 1950� Donald Harry Mabey and Fay Mabey appeared on the census of 8 April 1950 at 220 5th North, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Donald H Mabey, Head, White, Male, 27, Married, born in Utah, Tool and Dye Maker, Diamond Drilling Ind.
Fay Mabey, Wife, White, Female, 26, Married, born in Utah
Donald C Mabey, Son, White, Male, 4, never married, born in Utah
Scott T Mabey, Son, White, Male, May 1949, never married, born in Utah.6�
Residence between 1965 and 1970� Donald Harry Mabey and Fay Thomas lived between 1965 and 1970 at 3502 Santa Rosa, Salt Lake City, Utah.7�
Residence* between 1984 and 1995� Donald Harry Mabey and Fay Thomas lived between 1984 and 1995 at 3443 El Serrito Drive, Salt Lake City, Utah.8�
(Mentioned) oObit 19 November 1998� Donald Harry Mabey was mentioned in the obituary of of Edward Leo Mabey on 19 November 1998 at Salt Lake City, Utah; After a courageous battle with cancer, Edward "Leo" Mabey, Sr. beloved father, brother, grandfather, and great-grandfather peacefully returned home to his Heavenly Father November 17, 1998.
He was born July 13, 1920, in Salt Lake City, Utah to Harry E. Mabey and Laurette Rogerson. He graduated from West High School in 1938. He was a cadet in the V-5 Naval Aviation Training Corp from June to December 1942. He was called to active duty on December 24, 1942, to serve during World War II where he was a fighter pilot in the Navy Aircorp flying missions in the south pacific theatre of war. He was honorably discharged as an Ensign.
He was married to Ruth A. Bain on May 14, 1945, later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple and although later divorced, they remained good friends to the end.
He was an affiliate Coordinator for Christensen Diamond Products Co. until his retirement. At the time of his death, he was employed by JC Penney telemarketing and as a docent at Pioneer State Park. He always found time to enjoy gardening, engraving, woodworking, and building scale models for the Fisher Body Craftsman Guild.
Leo has served faithfully in may calling of the Church of Jesus Chris of Latter-Day Saints. Most notably serving in the Boy Scouts of America for over 25 years and was awarded the Silver Beaver for his service. He also served as Sunday School teacher and High Priest group leader.
He was preceded in death by his Father and Mother and infant sister, LaVon. He is survived by three daughters Kerrie Lee Heaton (Lamoine), Charlene Farr (Jerry), Laurie Ann deJong (Dan), 2 sons Edward Leo "Ted" Mabey, Jr. (Juli) and Richard "Rick" William Mabey (Camille). He leaves behind 14-plus grandchildren and Five-plus great-grandchildren. He is also survived by three brothers Douglas R., Donald H., and Grant Mabey. He will be greatly missed by his family and friends. Farewell Dad until we meet again.
Funeral services will be held at 12 noon on Friday, November 20, 1998, at the Orchard 4th Ward, 53 East 350 North, just off Highway 89 adjacent to I-15 in North Salt Lake. Friends may call Thursday from 6-8 p.m. at Wasatch Lawn Mortuary, 3401 South Highland Drive and at the ward on Friday from 10:45-11:45 a.m. prior to services. Interment Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park.
Special thanks to Vista Hospice Care Center and most especially to Frankie Clark for her dignified and gracious care of our father.9�
(Witness) oObit 10 April 2006� Donald Harry Mabey was mentioned in the obituary of Douglas Roger Mabey on 10 April 2006 at Salt Lake City, Utah; Douglas R Mabey Man of integrity and unconditional love A noble man of integrity and unconditional love left peacefully from this existence surrounded by his large family that he loved beyond measure. Our beloved husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather and brother gently returned home to be united with his daughter, parents and other family members April 8, 2006. Doug was born May 26, 1922 with his twin brother in Salt Lake City, Utah to Harry E. Mabey and Laurette Rogerson. After attending Purdue University and Brigham Young University he graduated in 1950 from the University of Utah with an MBA and a degree in mechanical engineering. He served his country honorably during World War II as a Naval fighter pilot. After returning to Salt Lake City, he met while they were both attending BYU, and married his sweetheart and best friend Myra Madsen Mabey on June 20, 1946 in the Salt Lake Temple. He began his professional career as an engineer at Kennecott Utah Copper Division. Doug had a dynamic and successful 27 years of supervising complex engineering projects and became a senior executive with Kennecott. Instead of retiring, he built a successful real estate portfolio, along with extensive holdings in the telecommunications industry throughout the United States. Doug was passionate about the Boy Scouts of America. He designed and supervised the construction of the East Fork of the Bear Boy Scout Camp. He was awarded the Silver Beaver Award for his extensive service to the Boy Scouts. Doug has been a devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints serving in many positions including high councils, bishoprics, high priest group leader and was dedicated to teaching gospel principles. His greatest loves were his family and traveling the world with them. He was preceded in death by his father and mother; sister, Lavon; brother, Leo; infant daughter, Maryanne; and grandson, Thomas Lund. He leaves behind his sweetheart, best friend and eternal companion, Myra (Peg); and his most cherished treasures his children, Steven Mabey, Susan Storheim, James (Taresa) Mabey, Mark (Wendy) Mabey, Dr. Brent (Mary) Mabey, Bruce (Christi) Mabey, Lisa (Robert) Burton and Robert (Lisa) Mabey. He is also survived by his twin brother, Don; and youngest brother, Grant. He leaves behind his precious 28 grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. Funeral services will be held Wednesday, April 12, 1:00 p.m. at Mt. Olympus Sixth Ward Chapel at 4407 S. Fortuna (3695 E.) The family will receive friends Tuesday, April 11, 2006 from 6 to 8 p.m. at Wasatch Lawn Mortuary, 3401 S. Highland Drive, and at the ward from 11:30 a.m. to 12:45 p.m. prior to the service. Graveside services will follow at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Doug was a great friend and loving husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather supporting all the families' needs and activities. He was a man of dignity, honor and quiet compassion. His passing leaves a monumental hole in our lives. We will remember him forever.10�
(Witness) oObit 13 April 2013� Donald Harry Mabey was mentioned in the obituary of Fay Thomas on 13 April 2013 at Salt Lake City, Utah; Fay Thomas Mabey completed her earthly mission and returned to her Heavenly Father on April 7, 2013.
Fay was born at home on September 9, 1923 in Logan, Utah to Wilford and Laura Hansen Thomas. Mom graduated from South High School in 1942 and in July 1943 married Donald H. Mabey: marriage later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. This July Dad and Mom would have celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. While dating Dad, Mom always told him that she wanted a dozen children, they finally settled for six… a half dozen.
Mom was an excellent cook, homemaker, seamstress, story teller, water fight starter, baseball player, bowler, dancer, lover of all animals, and a friend to all. Mom always surprised us with homemade treats after a day at school.
Mom was very devoted to her children, while dad traveled the world with his career she insisted on staying home to care for us. Mother was a member of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. She also volunteered many hours organizing the Children's Days of 47 Parade.
As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Mom's faith in the Savior was a constant guide in her life. Mom taught us to love other, never judge, fulfill our church callings, and be kind to all. Mom served in many church callings but loved the time she served with her friends, Jane, Elna, and JoAnne in Mutual. We will miss Mom's great sense of humor, her amazing whistle, her love of family, and just plain being with her.
In 1957 Mom and Dad were transferred to North Bay, Ontario, Canada. Our home became popular with the missionaries under the direction of President Thomas S. Monson. The missionaries loved Mom's cooking and Dad's ability to fix their cars but most of all their hospitality. We will be forever grateful to our Mother for teaching us to love everyone as she did.
Mom is survived by her devoted husband of 69+ years, Don and her six children, Craig, Scott, (Pat), Janice, (Alan) Fletcher, MaryLyn, (Darrell) Cheney, Gina, (John) Bruening, and Troy, (Shannon) Mabey, also 21 grandchildren and 22 great-grandchildren. Mom is preceded in death by her parents Wilford Thomas Sr. and Laura Hansen Thomas and a brother, Wilford Thomas Jr.
Funeral services will be Monday, April 15, 11:30 a.m. at the East Millcreek North Stake Center on 3408 Celeste Way, (3000 E.) A viewing will be held on Sunday, March 14, 6:00-8:00 p.m. at Wasatch Lawns Memorial, 3401 Highland Drive, SLC, and at the Stake Center Monday, March 15, 10:30 a.m. preceding funeral services. Submit family condolences to www.wasatchlawn.com or/and www.legacy.com
The family wishes to express our heartfelt thanks and appreciation to the staff at Canyon Creek Assisted Living, Health Watch Homecare and to our 'forever friends' at Brighton Hospice for their tender and loving care provided for our mother.11�
Death* 28 October 2018� Donald Harry Mabey died on 28 October 2018 at Salt Lake County, Utah, at age 96.12�
Burial* � He and Fay Mabey were buried at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park, Millcreek, Salt Lake County, Utah. Inscription "Mabey; Fay Thomas; Sept. 9, 1923; Apr. 7, 2013; Donald H; May 26, 1922; Oct. 28, 2018."12�
Fay Thomas b. 9 Sep 1923, d. 7 Apr 2013
[S303] 1930 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, Roll 2420, Pages 12B&13A, ED 91, Images 799&800.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Utah, Military Records, 1861-1970.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Salt Lake, Salt Lake, Utah, Roll T627-4226, Page 5A, ED 30-104A.
[S511] U.S. WWII Draft Cards Young Men, 1940-1947, online https://www.fold3.com/
[S1] Ancestry.com, Utah, U.S., Select Marriage Index, 1887-1985.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Salt Lake, Salt Lake, Utah, ED 30-132, Dwelling 173.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. City Directories, 1822-1995.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Public Records Index, 1950-1993, Volume 1.
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, The Salt Lake Tribune, Salt Lake City, Utah · Thursday, November 19, 1998, Page 20.
[S192] Information taken from the Internet by John MayBee #8 : http://www.deseretnews.com/article/1051990/…; Deseret News, Salt Lake City, Monday, April 10 2006.
[S440] Google Alerts from Kim Mabee MS# 78 : published in Deseret News April 13, 2013.
[S381] Find A Grave, online http://www.findagrave.com/, Memorial ID 194459766.
Grant Mabey
M, #33904, b. 29 November 1927, d. 23 May 2018
Birth* 29 November 1927� Grant Mabey was born on 29 November 1927 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.2,3�
(Witness) Census 11 April 1930� Grant Mabey appeared on the census of 11 April 1930 in the household of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson at 527 South 4th Street East, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah,
(Witness) Census 15 April 1940� Grant Mabey appeared on the census of 15 April 1940 in the household of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson at 552 Greenlawn Place, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah,
WW2YA* 29 November 1945� On 29 November 1945, Grant Mabey, 552 Greenlawn Place, Salt Lake City, SL, Utah , born 29 Nov 1927 in Salt Lake City, Utah, registered for the draft. He was employed by Christensen Diamond Products. The person who would always know his address was his father, Harry E Mabey, at the same address. He was White, 5' 7", 147 pounds, had brown eyes, black hair, and a light complexion.3�
Marriage* 9 June 1949� Grant Mabey married Lois Gerrard on 9 June 1949 at 968 West 9th South, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.5,6�
Census* 13 April 1950� Grant Mabey and Lois Mabey appeared on the census of 13 April 1950 at 763 Genessee Avenue, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Grant Mabey, Head, White, Male, 22, Married, born in Utah, Displayman, Retail Department Store
Lois D Mabey, Wife, White, Female, 21, Married, born in Utah, Contometer Operator, Wholesale Poultry Co, father born in Scotland, mother born in US, completed 12th grade, worked 52 weeks in 1949 earning $2300, married less than a year, no children born.6�
Residence* between 1947 and 1984� Grant Mabey and Lois Gerrard lived between 1947 and 1984 at Salt Lake City, Utah.7�
(Mentioned) oObit 19 November 1998� Grant Mabey was mentioned in the obituary of of Edward Leo Mabey on 19 November 1998 at Salt Lake City, Utah; After a courageous battle with cancer, Edward "Leo" Mabey, Sr. beloved father, brother, grandfather, and great-grandfather peacefully returned home to his Heavenly Father November 17, 1998.
(Witness) oObit 10 April 2006� Grant Mabey was mentioned in the obituary of Douglas Roger Mabey on 10 April 2006 at Salt Lake City, Utah; Douglas R Mabey Man of integrity and unconditional love A noble man of integrity and unconditional love left peacefully from this existence surrounded by his large family that he loved beyond measure. Our beloved husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather and brother gently returned home to be united with his daughter, parents and other family members April 8, 2006. Doug was born May 26, 1922 with his twin brother in Salt Lake City, Utah to Harry E. Mabey and Laurette Rogerson. After attending Purdue University and Brigham Young University he graduated in 1950 from the University of Utah with an MBA and a degree in mechanical engineering. He served his country honorably during World War II as a Naval fighter pilot. After returning to Salt Lake City, he met while they were both attending BYU, and married his sweetheart and best friend Myra Madsen Mabey on June 20, 1946 in the Salt Lake Temple. He began his professional career as an engineer at Kennecott Utah Copper Division. Doug had a dynamic and successful 27 years of supervising complex engineering projects and became a senior executive with Kennecott. Instead of retiring, he built a successful real estate portfolio, along with extensive holdings in the telecommunications industry throughout the United States. Doug was passionate about the Boy Scouts of America. He designed and supervised the construction of the East Fork of the Bear Boy Scout Camp. He was awarded the Silver Beaver Award for his extensive service to the Boy Scouts. Doug has been a devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints serving in many positions including high councils, bishoprics, high priest group leader and was dedicated to teaching gospel principles. His greatest loves were his family and traveling the world with them. He was preceded in death by his father and mother; sister, Lavon; brother, Leo; infant daughter, Maryanne; and grandson, Thomas Lund. He leaves behind his sweetheart, best friend and eternal companion, Myra (Peg); and his most cherished treasures his children, Steven Mabey, Susan Storheim, James (Taresa) Mabey, Mark (Wendy) Mabey, Dr. Brent (Mary) Mabey, Bruce (Christi) Mabey, Lisa (Robert) Burton and Robert (Lisa) Mabey. He is also survived by his twin brother, Don; and youngest brother, Grant. He leaves behind his precious 28 grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. Funeral services will be held Wednesday, April 12, 1:00 p.m. at Mt. Olympus Sixth Ward Chapel at 4407 S. Fortuna (3695 E.) The family will receive friends Tuesday, April 11, 2006 from 6 to 8 p.m. at Wasatch Lawn Mortuary, 3401 S. Highland Drive, and at the ward from 11:30 a.m. to 12:45 p.m. prior to the service. Graveside services will follow at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Doug was a great friend and loving husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather supporting all the families' needs and activities. He was a man of dignity, honor and quiet compassion. His passing leaves a monumental hole in our lives. We will remember him forever.9�
Death* 23 May 2018� Grant Mabey died on 23 May 2018 at Salt Lake County, Utah, at age 90.10�
Burial* � He and Lois Gerrard were buried. Inscription "Mabey; D. Lois Gerrard; Sept. 8, 1928; Mar. 20, 2021; Grant; Nov. 29, 1927; May 23, 2018."11�
Lois Gerrard b. 8 Sep 1928, d. 20 Mar 2021
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, The Salt Lake Tribune, Salt Lake City, Utah · Sunday, August 07, 1949, Page 44.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Public Records Index, Volume 1, and U.S. City Directories, 1821-1989 (Beta).
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., Obituary Collection, 1930-Current.
Fay Thomas
F, #33905, b. 9 September 1923, d. 7 April 2013
Married Name � Her married name was Mabey.1�
Birth* 9 September 1923� Fay Thomas was born on 9 September 1923 at Logan, Utah, daughter of Wilford and Laura Hansen Thomas.2�
Marriage* 8 July 1943� She married Donald Harry Mabey, son of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson, on 8 July 1943 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.1,3�
Residence* 1945� Fay Thomas lived in 1945 at 158 So 2nd East, Salt Lake City, Utah.4�
Census* 8 April 1950� Fay Mabey and Donald Harry Mabey appeared on the census of 8 April 1950 at 220 5th North, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Residence between 1965 and 1970� Fay Thomas and Donald Harry Mabey lived between 1965 and 1970 at 3502 Santa Rosa, Salt Lake City, Utah.6�
Residence* between 1984 and 1995� Fay Thomas and Donald Harry Mabey lived between 1984 and 1995 at 3443 El Serrito Drive, Salt Lake City, Utah.7�
Death* 7 April 2013� Fay Thomas died on 7 April 2013 at Salt Lake City, Utah, at age 89.2�
oObit* 13 April 2013� On 13 April 2013 at Salt Lake City, Utah, the obituary of Fay Thomas read: Fay Thomas Mabey completed her earthly mission and returned to her Heavenly Father on April 7, 2013.
The family wishes to express our heartfelt thanks and appreciation to the staff at Canyon Creek Assisted Living, Health Watch Homecare and to our 'forever friends' at Brighton Hospice for their tender and loving care provided for our mother.8�
Burial* � She and Donald Harry Mabey were buried at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park, Millcreek, Salt Lake County, Utah. Inscription "Mabey; Fay Thomas; Sept. 9, 1923; Apr. 7, 2013; Donald H; May 26, 1922; Oct. 28, 2018."9�
Donald Harry Mabey b. 26 May 1922, d. 28 Oct 2018
[S440] Google Alerts from Kim Mabee MS# 78 : obit published in Deseret News April 13, 2013.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Utah, Military Records, 1861-1970 of husband.
Lois Gerrard
F, #33906, b. 8 September 1928, d. 20 March 2021
Name Variation � Lois Gerrard was also known as Dorothy Lois.�
Birth* 8 September 1928� She was born on 8 September 1928 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.2,3�
Marriage* 9 June 1949� She married Grant Mabey, son of Harry Edward Mabey and Laurett Rogerson, on 9 June 1949 at 968 West 9th South, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.4,5�
Census* 13 April 1950� Lois Mabey and Grant Mabey appeared on the census of 13 April 1950 at 763 Genessee Avenue, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Residence* between 1947 and 1984� Lois Gerrard and Grant Mabey lived between 1947 and 1984 at Salt Lake City, Utah.1�
Death* 20 March 2021� Lois Mabey died on 20 March 2021 at Riverton, Salt Lake County, Utah, at age 92.3�
Burial* � She and Grant Mabey were buried. Inscription "Mabey; D. Lois Gerrard; Sept. 8, 1928; Mar. 20, 2021; Grant; Nov. 29, 1927; May 23, 2018."6�
Grant Mabey b. 29 Nov 1927, d. 23 May 2018
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Public Records Index, Volume 1.
David Arthur Adamson
M, #33908, b. 4 March 1915, d. 1 September 1983
Birth* 4 March 1915� David Arthur Adamson was born on 4 March 1915 at Murtaugh, Twin Falls County, Idaho.1�
Marriage* 22 April 1939� He married Leora Mabey, daughter of Daniel Wood Mabey and Leona King, on 22 April 1939.2�
Divorce* before 1943� David Arthur Adamson and an unknown person were divorced before 1943; he remarried in Dec 1943.3�
Death* 1 September 1983� He died on 1 September 1983 at Kent, King County, Washington, at age 68.1�
Leora Mabey b. 20 Jul 1919, d. 11 Nov 2000
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/, and Beverly and Cliff Bradley Family Tree.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Salt Lake County, Utah, Roll T627-4216, Page 6B, ED 18-37.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Beverly and Cliff Bradley Family Tree.
William Theodore Zier1
M, #33909, b. 2 April 1918, d. 16 December 1992
Birth* 2 April 1918� William Theodore Zier was born on 2 April 1918 at Odessa, Lincoln County, Washington, son of Jacob and Mary Starkel Zier.2�
Marriage* 24 October 1970� He married Leora Mabey, daughter of Daniel Wood Mabey and Leona King, on 24 October 1970 at Reno, Washoe County, Nevada.3�
Death* 16 December 1992� William Theodore Zier died on 16 December 1992 at College Place, Walla Walla County, Washington, at age 74.4�
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., Social Security Applications and Claims Index, 1936-2007.
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/, and Find A Grave Memorial# 38737939.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Nevada, Marriage Index, 1956-2005.
Frances Rose Tall1
F, #33910, b. 27 December 1921, d. 22 May 2006
Married Name � Her married name was Kearney.2�
Birth* 27 December 1921� Frances Rose Tall was born on 27 December 1921 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, daughter of George Francis Tall and Blanche (Bush) Eite.1�
Marriage* 19 August 1939� She married William Charles Mabey, son of Edward George Mabey and Lulu Starley Martin, on 19 August 1939 at Farmington, Davis County, Utah.3�
Census* 16 April 1940� Frances Rose Tall and William Charles Mabey appeared on the census of 16 April 1940 at 843 Roberta Street, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Blanche Tall, owns home worth $3000, Head, M, W, 40, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Utah, Floor Lady, Candy Company, wages earned in 1939 - $624
Francis Mabey, Daughter, F, W, 20, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Utah, Housewife
Edna Tall, Daughter, F, W, 16, S, attended school, completed 3 years high school, born in Utah
Wm Mabey, Son-in-law, M, W, 38, M, completed 4 years high school, Shipping Clerk, Candy Company, wages earned in 1939 - $960.4�
Residence* 1944� Frances Rose Tall and William Charles Mabey lived in 1944 at 845 Roberta Street, Salt Lake City, Utah; William C Mabey (Frances R), deliveryman at Union Mfg & Package Co.5�
Divorce* 30 June 1945� Frances Rose Tall and William Charles Mabey were divorced on 30 June 1945 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah; [Divorces] William C Mabey from Frances Mabey, mental cruelty. Plaintiff awarded automobile. Defendant awarded custody of two children, $35 monthly support, furniture and household equipment.6�
Marriage* 8 November 1945� Frances Rose Tall married Willard Orell Kearney on 8 November 1945 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.2�
Census* 17 April 1950� Frances Rose Kearney appeared on the census of 17 April 1950 at 845 Roberta Street, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Willard Kearney, Head, White, Male, 34, Married, born in Tennessee, Butcher, Retail Grocery Store
Frances R Kearney, Wife, White, Female, 28, Married, born in Utah
Margo Ann Kearney, Daughter, White, Female, 4, never married, born in Utah
Ronald W Mabey, Step Son, White, Male, 7, never married, born in Utah, parents born in US, attending 2nd grade
Jimmie C Kearney, Son, White, Male, 5, never married, born in Utah.7�
Death* 22 May 2006� She died on 22 May 2006 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, at age 84.1�
Burial* � She was buried at Redwood Memorial Cemetery, West Jordan, Salt Lake County, Utah.8�
William Charles Mabey b. 7 Nov 1899, d. 19 Jun 1961
Ronald W Kearney9 b. 21 Aug 1942, d. 26 Apr 2013
[S1] Ancestry.com, Public Member Trees, My Family from Generations.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Salt Lake, Salt Lake, Utah, Roll T627-4223, Page 7B, ED 30-3.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Salt Lake City, Utah, City Directory, 1944.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Janet Edginton Wilcox Originally shared this article on 28 May 2022 from Newspapers.com.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Salt Lake, Salt Lake, Utah, ED 30-18, Dwelling 161.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Utah, U.S., Obituary Index, 2010-2013; and U.S., Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection, 1847-Current.
Rochelle Wilson1
F, #33911, b. circa 1937
Father* Armon Lee Wilson b. c 1904
Mother* Ella Georgia Mabey1 b. 20 Mar 1918
Birth* circa 1937� Rochelle Wilson was born circa 1937 at Utah.1�
(Witness) Census 23 April 1940� Rochelle Wilson appeared on the census of 23 April 1940 in the household of George Reginald Mabey and Sadie Rae Atkins at 1340 So 5th East, Salt Lake City, Utah,
; George R Mabey, Head, M, W, 48, M, completed 7 years school, born in Utah, Carpenter, Construction Co., wages earned in 1939 - $1968 for 43 weeks
Sadie R Mabey, Wife, F, W, 38, M, completed 3 years school, born in Oklahoma
Mildred Mabey, Daughter, F, W, 19, S, completed 4 years high school, born in Idaho, unemployed 20 weeks, Demonstrator, Chain Store, wages earned in 1939 - $169 for 13 weeks
Callie Ray Mabey, Daughter, F, W, 16, S, attended school, completed 2 years high school, born in Idaho
Ramona Mabey, Daughter, F, W, 12, S, attended school, completed 4 years school, born in Utah
Ilene Mabey, Daughter, F, W, 8, S, attended school, completed 2 years school, born in Utah
Ella G Wilson, Daughter, F, W, 22, D, completed 1 year high school, born in Idaho, Saleslady, Department Store, wages earned in 1939 - $365 for 25 weeks
Rochelle Wilson, Grand daughter, F, W, 2, S, born in Utah.1�
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Salt Lake, Salt Lake, Utah, Roll T627-4223, Page 8A, ED 30-30.
William Edward Wilson1
M, #33912, b. 20 August 1908, d. 2 March 1950
Birth* 20 August 1908� William Edward Wilson was born on 20 August 1908 at 175 G Street, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, son of Milton Grundy Wilson and Edythe Loretta Maynes.2,3�
Marriage* 21 November 1936� He married Alice Rosamond MaBee, daughter of Ernest Ross MaBee and Rosamond Hall Clayworth, on 21 November 1936 at Seattle, King County, Washington.4�
(Witness) Census 16 April 1940� William Edward Wilson appeared on the census of 16 April 1940 in the household of Ernest Ross MaBee and Rosamond Hall Clayworth at 5431 41st Avenue SW, Seattle, Washington,
; Earnest MaBee, owns home worth $4000, Head, M, W, 53, M, completed 4 years high school, born in French Canada, naturalized, Printer, US Government, wages earned in 1939 - $1380
Rosamond MaBee, Wife, F, W, 51, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Nebraska
William Wilson, Son-in-law, M, W, 31, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Utah, Manager, Shop, Retail Store, wages earned in 1939 - $1800
Alice Wilson, Daughter, F, W, 24, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Washington.2�
WW2YA* 16 October 1940� On 16 October 1940, William Edward Wilson of 808 E 125 St., Seattle, King, Wash, born Aug 20, 1908 in Salt Lake City, Utah, registered for the draft. He was employed by Sears Roebuck Co, 1st Ave S, Seattle. The person who would always know his address was his wife, Mrs Alice Rosamond Wilson at the same address. He was White, 5' 5", 138 pounds, had blue eyes, red hair, and a ruddy complexion.1�
Residence* 16 October 1940� William Edward Wilson and Alice Rosamond Wilson lived on 16 October 1940 at 808 East 125th Street, Seattle, King County, Washington.1�
Death* 2 March 1950� William Edward Wilson died on 2 March 1950 at Seattle, King County, Washington, at age 41.5�
Burial* � He was buried at Acacia Memorial Park and Funeral Home, Seattle, King County, Washington.6�
Alice Rosamond MaBee b. 24 Jul 1915, d. 14 May 2003
Judy Lee Wilson7 b. 8 Oct 1941, d. 11 Jan 2001
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Seattle, King, Washington, Roll T627-4381, Page 12A, ED 40-255.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Utah, Birth Certificates, 1903-1911.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Washington, Marriage Records, 1865-2004.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Washington Death Index, 1940-1996.
Duane Charles Maybay
M, #33914, b. 5 October 1922, d. 17 April 2013
Step-father* William Everett Maybay1 b. 10 Oct 1875, d. 2 Apr 1933
Step-mother* Maud Lulu Bell1 b. Jul 1881, d. 1955
Name Variation � Duane Charles Maybay was also known as Lungren.�
Birth* 5 October 1922� He was born on 5 October 1922 at Gowrie, Webster County, Iowa, son of John Hildebert Lungren and FloraBelle Hibbard.2�
(Witness) Census 23 April 1930� Duane Charles Maybay appeared on the census of 23 April 1930 in the household of William Everett Maybay and Maud Lulu Bell at Orange Township, Guthrie County, Iowa,
; William Maybay, Head, M, W, 54, M, age at first marriage 27, Illinois, Illinois, Illinois, Farms own farm
Maud Maybay, Wife, F, W, 48, M, age at first marriage 20, Kansas, Indiana, Pennsylvania
Duane Lungren, Lodger, M, W, 7, S, Iowa, Iowa, Iowa
Orville Broomback, Lodger, M, W, 20, S, Missouri, Missouri, Missouri.3�
(Witness) Census 18 April 1940� Duane Charles Maybay appeared on the census of 18 April 1940 in the household of Maud Lulu Bell at Chester Township, Dodge County, Wisconsin,
; Maude Maybay, Housekeeper (for Arthur Claggett), F, W, 58, Wd, completed 2 years high school, born in Kansas, residence 1 April 1935 was Carroll County, Iowa, Housekeeper, Private Family, wages earned in 1939 - $200
Duane Maybay, Housekeeper's Son, M, W, 17, S, completed 4 years high school, born in Iowa, residence 1 April 1935 was Carroll County, Iowa, Larsing, Shoe Factory, wages earned in 1939 - $200 for 20 weeks.4�
Marriage* 1947� Duane Charles Maybay married Mary Trible Parrish in 1947.5�
Divorce* March 1972� Duane Charles Maybay and Mary Trible Parrish were divorced in March 1972 at Los Angeles, Los Angeles County, California.6�
Death* 17 April 2013� Duane Charles Maybay died on 17 April 2013 at Granbury, Hood County, Texas, at age 90.7�
oObit* � The obituary of Duane Charles Maybay read: Duane Charles Maybay passed away peacefully on April 17, 2013 in Granbury, Texas.
Duane was born October 5, 1922 in Gowrie, Iowa to John Hildebert Lungren and Florabelle Hibbard Lungren. After his mother passed away he was raised by William and Maud Maybay.
Duane joined the Army Air Corps in 1943. He was pilot and copilot of a B-24 and flew 35 missions with a total of 273 combat hours. He was awarded the Air-Medal with 3 clusters, the Presidential Unit Citation and the European theater medal with 9 battle stars.
After the war he completed his degree in Journalism from the University of Wisconsin in Madison.
He married Mary Trible Parrish in 1947.
Duane worked in an executive capacity for Gates Rubber Co., Minute Maid, Nalley, XLNT food, Van de Kamp and Knudsen. He also started 2 businesses, Mountain High Foods and Resource Recovery Systems. In later life he discovered how much he enjoyed the internet, garage sales and E-bay.
He moved from Irvine, California to Granbury, Texas in 2007. He was a resident of Granbury Villas where he received excellent care.
He is survived by his daughters Tina Biggs of Tazewell, Va and Karen Woodward of Granbury,Tx and their husbands, Jim Biggs and Tom Woodward. He is survived by 5 grandchildren, Adam Biggs and wife Gina, James Biggs Jr., Sara, Samantha and Skylar Woodward, and 1 great grandchild, Lucinda Biggs, and a host of cousins, nieces and nephews.
Services will be held at DFW National Cemetery on Monday, May 13 at 10:30 in the morning.5�
Burial � He was buried at Dallas-Fort Worth National Cemetery, Dallas, Dallas County, Texas. Inscription "Duane C Maybay; LtCol USAF, World War II; Korea; 1922-2013; in Our Hearts Forever."8�
Mary Trible Parrish
[S303] 1930 United States Census, online ancestry.com, and 1940 censuses.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Iowa, Births and Christenings Index, 1857-1947.
[S303] 1930 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Orange Twp, Guthrie, Iowa, Roll 656, Page 5B; ED 15; Image: 1047.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Chester Twp, Dodge, Wisconsin, Roll T627-4472, Page 6A, ED 14-19.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S. Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection, Tributes.com. Duane's obit.
[S1] Ancestry.com, California, Divorce Index, 1966-1984.
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/, and U.S. Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection, Tributes.com.
Marianne Mabie1
Father* Rollin Robert Mabie1 b. 9 Jul 1903, d. 20 Mar 1974
Mother* Erma Blanche Terrill1 b. 22 Aug 1900, d. 13 Aug 1971
Birth* circa 1935� Marianne Mabie was born circa 1935 at Wisconsin.2�
(Witness) Census 16 April 1940� Marianne Mabie appeared on the census of 16 April 1940 in the household of Rollin Robert Mabie and Erma Blanche Terrill at 806 Ellis Street, Stevens Point, Portage County, Wisconsin,
; Ronald Mabie, Head, M, W, 38, M, completed 4 years college, born in Wisconsin, Certified Public Accountant, accountant, own account
Erma Mabie, Wife, F, W, 38, M, completed 2 years college, born in Wisconsin
Terrill Mabie, Son, M, W, 9, S, attended school, completed 3 years school, born in Wisconsin
Marianne Mabie, Daughter, F, W, 5, S, attended school, born in Wisconsin.2�
(Witness) Census 13 April 1950� Marianne Mabie appeared on the census of 13 April 1950 in the household of Rollin Robert Mabie and Erma Blanche Mabie at 1123 Clark, Stevens Point, Portage County, New York,
; Roland R Mabie, Head, White, Male, 47, Married, born in Wisconsin, Certified Public Accountant, own account
Irma T Mabie, Wife, White, Female, 48, Married, born in Wisconsin
Mary Ann Mabie, Daughter, White, Female, 15, never married, born in Wisconsin
Robert R Mabie, Son, White, Male, 4, never married, born in Wisconsin.3�
Education* 1951� In 1951 Marianne Mabie was educated at P J Jacobs High School, Stevens Point, Portage County, Wisconsin.4�
[S1] Ancestry.com, United States Obituary Collection, Portage County Gazette, Stevens Point, WI, 12 Apr 2010 of Brother Terrill.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Stevens Point, Portage, Wisconsin, Roll T627-4513, Page 11B, ED 49-29.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Stevens Point, Portage, Wisconsin, ED 49-40, Dwelling 176.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., School Yearbooks, 1900-1990.
Janet Maybee
F, #33917, b. 23 February 1938, d. 14 December 2020
Father* Emmett Theadore Maybee1 b. 17 Sep 1909, d. 16 Dec 1993
Mother* Eunice Gander1 b. 15 Dec 1908, d. 13 May 1985
Married Name � Her married name was Pena.2�
Birth* 23 February 1938� Janet Maybee was born on 23 February 1938 at Bear Creek, Crawford County, Wisconsin.1,3�
(Witness) Census 1 May 1940� Janet Maybee appeared on the census of 1 May 1940 in the household of Emmett Theadore Maybee and Eunice Gander at Bear Creek, Clayton Township, Crawford County, Wisconsin,
; Emmett T Maybee, Head, M, W, 30, M, completed 8 years school, born in Wisconsin, Farmer, Farm, Employer
Eunice Maybee, Wife, F, W, 31, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Wisconsin
Marvin Gander, Stepson, M, W, 12, S, completed 5 years school, born in Wisconsin
Janet Maybee, Daughter, F, W, 2, S, born in Wisconsin
William Maybee, Father, M, W, 77, Wd, completed 2 years school, born in New York.1�
(Witness) Census 4 April 1950� Janet Maybee appeared on the census of 4 April 1950 in the household of Emmett Theadore Maybee and Eunice Maybee at Farm off County Trunk 171, Clayton Township, Crawford County, Wisconsin,
; Emmett T Maybee, Head, White, Male, 40, Married, born in Wisconsin, Farms own farm
Eunice Maybee, Wife, White, Female, 41, Married, born in Wisconsin, Tobacco Sorting, Tobacco Warehouse
Janet Maybee, Daughter, White, Female, 12, never married, born in Wisconsin, attending 6th grade
Judith A Maybee, Daughter, White, Female, 7, never married, born in Wisconsin
James E Maybee, Son, White, Male, 5, never married, born in Wisconsin.4�
Marriage* 31 May 1958� Janet Maybee married Jesus Pena on 31 May 1958 at St Mary's Catholic Church, Gays Mills, Crawford County, Wisconsin.5�
Residence* 1965� Janet Pena and Jesus Pena lived in 1965 at 616½ W Penn Street, Whittier, Los Angeles County, California; Jesus Pena (Janet), Clerk PO h 616½ W Penn Street, Whittier, California, USA.6�
(Mentioned) oObit 18 December 1993� Janet Pena was mentioned in the obituary of of Emmett Theadore Maybee on 18 December 1993 at La Crosse, La Crosse County, Wisconsin; Emmett T. Maybee, 84, of Gy Mills, died Thursday, Dec 16, 1993, at Sannes Skogdalen Nursing Home, Soldiers Grove.
He was born in Crawford County on Sept. 17, 1909 to William and Alvira (Kast) Maybee. He married Eunice Gander on March 15, 1937, and she preceded him in death on May 13, 1985. He farmed in Crawford County and owned Midway Orchard. He also raised strawberries and watermelons until his retirement. He was a local mucician who played for various nursing homes and other places for elderly's enjoyment.
He is survived by four daughters, Janet Pena of La Cross, Judy (Don) Stovey of Bell Center, Julienne (Bill) Baker of Viola, and Donna (Kerrin) Coyne of Byron, Ill; a son Jim Maybee of Gays Mills; 21 grandchildren; 27 great-grandchildren; six great-great-grandchildren; his sister Rose Peterson of Sannes Skogdalen Nursing Home; two brothers, Frank (Marie) Maybee of Soldiers Grove, and Leo (Vesta) Maybee of Readstown; a niece Laura Ward of Aurora, Ill., and a nephew Clarence Peterson of Readstown, who were both raised along with his brothers and sisters; and several other nieces and nephews.
In addition to his wife, Eunice, he was preceded in death by his parents; his forst wife, Elrena (King); two sons Leslie and Marvin; two grandchildren. Brian and Julie Maybee; one great-grandchild, Dale Gander; five sisters, Nellie, Mary, Anna, Sophronia and Alice; and four brothers Willie, Walter, Charles and Roy.
Funeral services will be Sunday, Dec 19, at Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Elders John Johnson and Lawrence Davenport will officiate. Burial will follow in North Clayton Cemetery.7�
(Mentioned) oObit 8 June 2020� Janet Pena was mentioned in the obituary of of Judith A Maybee on 8 June 2020 at Gays Mills, Crawford County, Wisconsin; Judith A. Stovey, age 77 of Gays Mills, passed away on Sunday June 7, 2020 at Gundersen Hospital in Boscobel, surrounded by her family. She was born January 17, 1943 in North Clayton Township Crawford County Wisconsin. The daughter of Emett and Eunice (Gander) Maybee. She married Burnie Christopherson in 1961, they divorced. She married Donald Stovey September 17, 1985 at the Church of Jesus Christ Latter Days Saints in Montgomeryville. She is survived by her husband; Donald Stovey of Gays Mills. There children; Burnie (Andrea) Christopherson of Bell Center, Lori (Don) Brown of Gays Mills, Sara Christopherson of Bagley, Teri Christopherson of Cashton, Lisa ((Jody) Anderson of Viola, Cyndy (Gerald) Klatt of Richland Center, Craig (Heidi) Stovey of Reedsburg, Chad (Heidi) Stovey of Soldiers Grove, Shawna (Nick) Koch of Reedstown, David Pena of California. 26 Grandchildren, 7 Great-Grandchildren. One brother; Jim Maybee of Gays Mills. Three Sisters; Donna Marie Coyne of Byron Illinois, Janet Pena of West Salem, Julienne (Bill) Baker of Viola, and Barney.
She was preceded in death by her parents, a son Michael Christopherson, two brothers: Leslie Maybee, Marvin Gander, and one grandson Carter Stovey.
Funeral Services will be held on Thursday June 11, 2020 at 12:00 P.M. at the Maple Ridge Bible Church rural Boscobel. Pastor Noel Mayes, and Pastor David Smith Co-officiating. Burial in the Haney Ridge Cemetery, rural Mt. Zion. Friends may call on Thursday June 11, 2020 from 9:00 A.M. until the time of service at the Maple Ridge Bible Church rural Boscobel. The Kendall Funeral Service of Boscobel is assisting the family.8�
Death* 14 December 2020� Janet Maybee died on 14 December 2020 at Lakeview Health Center, West Salem, La Crosse County, Wisconsin, at age 82.3�
oObit* 23 December 2020� On 23 December 2020 at La Crosse, La Crosse County, Wisconsin, the obituary of Janet Maybee read: Janet Pena passed away in the early morning hours Monday, Dec. 14, 2020, at Lakeview Health Center, West Salem. She passed at the age of 82. She was in her family and friends' thoughts and prayers. She had underlying health issues and succumbed to COVID-19.
Janet was born Feb. 23, 1938, on her Grandpa William Maybee's home farm in Bear Creek, town of Clayton, Wis. She was the eldest daughter of Emmett and Eunice (Gander) Maybee.
Janet attended Madison Business ,after graduating from Gays Mills High School in 1956. She was a straight-A student in both high school and college. She worked as a civilian clerk-typist in Madison, Wis., for the U.S. Armed Forces Institute, where she met and married the father of her three children. She later moved with her family to Los Angeles, where she worked as a clerk-typist for the Los Angeles City Library. After returning to Wisconsin, she worked for and later retired from Northern Micrographics in La Crosse, as a proof-reader and clerk-typist, after decades of service.
Janet always looked forward to her visits to California, to be with her family, as well as having her children and grandchildren visit her in Wisconsin. She loved to write letters and send greeting cards to family, friends, and those she met as a faithful and devoted Catholic at St. Mary's Catholic Church in Gays Mills. She also enjoyed her frequent phone conversations with all those she called or who called her. She maintained contact with three friends from high school, Elaine Sime, Lola Peterson, and Donna Burkum (who preceded her in death).
Janet was a beloved Mom and will be missed by her children, daughter, Cathy Fortney of Rancho Cucamonga, Calif; her eldest son, David Pena of San Dimas, Calif; and her youngest son, Tom (Ellie) Pena of Sacramento, Calif. She was a loving and cherished Grandma to her eight grandchildren; and four great-granddaughters. Janet is also survived by a wonderful brother, Jim Maybee of Gays Mills; and two loving sisters, Donna Coyne of Bryon, Ill., and Julienne Baker (Bill) of Viola. She is also survived by many nieces, nephews, and cousins.
Janet was preceded in death by her parents, Emmett and Eunice; a sister, Judy Stovey; two brothers, Leslie Maybee and Marvin Gander; a sister-in-law, Shirley Gander; a brother-in-law, Kerrin Coyne; three nephews, David Coyne, Richard Gander, and Chad Baker; and a niece, Jeannette Maybee.
Janet will be laid to rest with her parents, at North Clayton Cemetery. Services will be held next year. Online cay be expressed at www.vossfh.com.3�
Jesus Pena b. 26 Sep 1935
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Clayton Twp, Crawford, Wisconsin, Roll T627-4467, Page 4B, ED 12-3A, family 72.
[S1] Ancestry.com, California Birth Index, 1905-1995; and California, U.S., Death Index, 1940-1997.
[S440] Google Alerts from Kim Mabee MS# 78 : Obituary published by La Crosse Tribune on Dec. 23, 2020.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Clayton Township, Crawford, Wisconsin, ED 12-4, Dwelling 50.
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, Wedding announcement in the Wisconsin State Journal (Madison, Wisconsin), 2 Jun 1958, Mon, Page 6.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Whittier, California, City Directory, 1964-1965.
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, obit in The La Crosse Tribune (La Crosse, Wisconsin), 18 Dec 1993, Sat, Page 14.
Mayme I Stubbe1
F, #33918, b. 3 November 1912, d. 31 December 1972
Married Name � Her married name was Maybee.2�
Birth* 3 November 1912� Mayme I Stubbe was born on 3 November 1912 at Puyallup, Pierce County, Washington.3�
Marriage* 1 December 1934� She married Franklyn Benjamin Maybee, son of Frank Maybee and Josephine Passineau, on 1 December 1934 at Wausau, Marathon County, Wisconsin.1,3�
Census* 4 April 1940� Mayme I Stubbe and Franklyn Benjamin Maybee appeared on the census of 4 April 1940 at 1311 Twelfth Avenue South, Wausau, Marathon County, Wisconsin.
Franklin Maybee, Head, M, W, 32, M, completed 8 years school, born in Wisconsin, Sewage Digger, WPA, wages earned in 1939 - $600 for 40 weeks
Mayme Maybee, Wife, F, W, 27, M, completed 5 years school, born in Washington
Beverly Maybee, Daughter, F, W, 4, S, born in Wisconsin.2�
(Witness) WW2YA 16 October 1940� On 16 October 1940 Mayme I Maybee was the person to always know the address of Franklyn Benjamin Maybee ."Franklyn B Maybee, 1311 West St, Wausau, Marathon, Wisc , born 13 Jul 1907 in Wausau, Wisconsin, registered for the draft. He was a self-employed, Supper Service Rug & Upholstery Co. The person who would always know his address was his wife, Mrs Franklyn Mayme Maybee, at the same address. He was White, 5' 3", 140 pounds, had brown eyes, black hair, and a ruddy complexion."4�
Residence* between 1947 and 1960� Mayme I Stubbe and Franklyn Benjamin Maybee lived between 1947 and 1960 at 250 State Street, Racine, Racine County, Wisconsin; Acme Rug & Upholstery, Cleaning & Repairing.5�
Census 4 April 1950� Mayme I Maybee and Franklyn Benjamin Maybee appeared on the census of 4 April 1950 at 250 State Street, Racine, Racine County, Wisconsin.
Franklyn B Maybee, Head, White, Male, 42, Married, born in Wisconsin, Furniture Repairing, Own Furniture Repair Shop
Mayme Maybee, Wife, White, Female, 37, Married, born in Wisconsin, Furniture Cleaning, Own Furniture Repair Shop, father born in US, mother born in Germany, completed 5th grade, worked 52 weeks in 1949 earning $900 in own business
Beverly Maybee, Daughter, White, Female, 14, never married, born in Wisconsin.6�
Death* 31 December 1972� Mayme I Stubbe died on 31 December 1972 at Racine, Racine County, Wisconsin, at age 60.7,3�
Franklyn Benjamin Maybee b. 13 Jul 1907, d. 7 Feb 1995
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wisconsin, U.S., Marriage Records, 1820-2004.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Wausau, Marathon, Wisconsin, Roll T627-4497, Page 1A, ED 37-68.
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, obit in the Wausau Daily Herald, Wausau, Wisconsin · Tuesday, January 02, 1973, Page 14.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Racine, Wisconsin, City Directory, 1947-1960.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Racine, Racine, Wisconsin, ED 74-3, Dwelling 108.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wisconsin Death Index, 1959-1997, Certificate 040688.
Gladys Jeanette Olsen1,2
F, #33920, b. 17 April 1899, d. 2 February 1972
Married Name � Her married name was McCabe, married to Maurice John McCabe (16 Nov 1899-22 Feb 1933.3�
Married Name � Her married name was Mabee.4�
Birth* 17 April 1899� Gladys Jeanette Olsen was born on 17 April 1899 at 397 Mitchell Street, Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin, daughter of Carl Olsen and Matilde Bäresen.5,2�
Marriage* 2 January 1939� She married Daniel Barry Mabee, son of David Cochrane Mabee and Clara Adelphine Bauer, on 2 January 1939 at Dubuque County, Iowa.4,3�
Census* April 1940� Gladys Jeanette Olsen and Daniel Barry Mabee appeared on the census of April 1940 at 1437 S Thirty-Fifth Street, Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin.
Daniel B Mabee, owns home worth $2500, Head, M, W, 37, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Wisconsin Head
Gladys J Mabee, Wife, F, W, 39, M, completed 8 years school, born in Wisconsin
Marvin McCabe, Step Son, M, W, 17, S, attended school, completed 2 years high school, born in Wisconsin
Thomas P McCabe, Step Son, M, W, 8, S, attended school, attended school, completed 1 year school, born in Wisconsin
Daniel Mabee, Son, M, W, 10/12 [May 1939], S, born in Wisconsin.4�
(Witness) WW2YA 16 October 1940� On 16 October 1940 Gladys Jeanette Olsen was the person to always know the address of Daniel Barry Mabee ."Daniel Berry Mabee, 1437 S. 35th St, Milwaukee, Mil, Wis , born 16 Oct 1940 in Milwaukee Co, Wisconsin, registered for the draft. He was employed by International Printing Ink. The person who would always know his address was his wife, Mrs Glays Janet Mabee, at the same address. He was White, 5' 4", 175 pounds, had brown eyes, black hair, and a light brown complexion."6�
Census 12 April 1950� Gladys Jeanette Mabee and Daniel Barry Mabee appeared on the census of 12 April 1950 at 2408 W Burnham Street, Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin.
Daniel B Mabee, Head, White, Male, 44, Married, born in Wisconsin, Varnish Dept., Paint Company
Gladys J Mabee, Wife, White, Female, 49, Married, born in Wisconsin
Thomas P McCabe, Stepson, White, Male, 18, never married, born in Wisconsin, Janitor, Paint Company, parents born in US, completed 8th grade, not started working
Daniel J Mabee, Son, White, Male, 10, never married, born in Wisconsin.7�
Death* 2 February 1972� Gladys Jeanette Olsen died on 2 February 1972 at Milwaukee County, Wisconsin, at age 72.8�
Daniel Barry Mabee b. 17 May 1905, d. 18 Nov 1970
Daniel J Mabee4 b. 6 May 1939, d. 7 Sep 1995
[S1] Ancestry.com, son Daniel's U.S., Social Security Applications and Claims Index, 1936-2007.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., Evangelical Lutheran Church of America, Records, 1875-1940.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Iowa, U.S., Marriage Records, 1880-1945.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Roll T627-4551, Page 1B, ED 72-247.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S., Births, 1839-1911.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, ED 73-288, Dwelling 184.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wisconsin Death Index, 1959-1997.
Daniel J Mabee
M, #33921, b. 6 May 1939, d. 7 September 1995
Father* Daniel Barry Mabee1 b. 17 May 1905, d. 18 Nov 1970
Mother* Gladys Jeanette Olsen1 b. 17 Apr 1899, d. 2 Feb 1972
Birth* 6 May 1939� Daniel J Mabee was born on 6 May 1939 at Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin.2,1�
(Witness) Census April 1940� Daniel J Mabee appeared on the census of April 1940 in the household of Daniel Barry Mabee and Gladys Jeanette Olsen at 1437 S Thirty-Fifth Street, Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin,
; Daniel B Mabee, owns home worth $2500, Head, M, W, 37, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Wisconsin Head
(Witness) Census 12 April 1950� Daniel J Mabee appeared on the census of 12 April 1950 in the household of Daniel Barry Mabee and Gladys Jeanette Mabee at 2408 W Burnham Street, Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin,
; Daniel B Mabee, Head, White, Male, 44, Married, born in Wisconsin, Varnish Dept., Paint Company
Death* 7 September 1995� Daniel J Mabee died on 7 September 1995 at Milwaukee, Milwaukee County, Wisconsin, at age 56.4,5�
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wisconsin, U.S., Death Records, 1959-2004.
Lola Elberta Faris
F, #33922, b. 22 April 1905, d. 3 September 1992
Married Name � Her married name was Lacy.1�
Married Name � Her married name was Mabie.2�
Birth* 22 April 1905� Lola Elberta Faris was born on 22 April 1905 at Reamsville, Smith County, Kansas, daughter of John Eldon Faris and Winnie Ethel Rouner.3�
Marriage* 3 November 1923� She married Emile E. Lacy on 3 November 1923 at Fort Collins, Larimer County, Colorado.4�
Marriage* 24 September 1948� She married Harold Mabie, son of Arthur Evi Mabie and Minnie Emma Kruger, on 24 September 1948 at Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming.1,5�
Census* 13 April 1950� Lola Elberta Mabie and Harold Mabie appeared on the census of 13 April 1950 at Farm, Laramie County, Wyoming.
Harold Mabie, Head, White, Male, 42, Married, born in Iowa Farms own Farm
Lola E Mabie, Wife, White, Female, 44, Married, born in Kansas, Farm Helper, Farm
Vina Lacy, [Step] Daughter, White, Female, 11, never married, born in Wyoming.6�
Death* 3 September 1992� Lola Elberta Faris died on 3 September 1992 at Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming, at age 87.3,1�
oObit* 6 September 1992� On 6 September 1992 at Casper, Wyoming, the obituary of Lola Elberta Faris read: Services for Lola E. Mabie, 87, of Little Bear Route north of Cheyenne, will be conducted 11 a.m. Tuesday, Sept. 8, 1992, at Wiederspahn-Radomsky Chapel of the Chimes by Rev. Darrell Dennis. Burial was in the Wheatland Cemetery.
Mrs. Mabie died Sept. 3, 1992, at her home. She was born April 22, 1905, in Reamsville, Kan., to John E. and Winnie E. Faris. She came to Wyoming in 1907 with her parents who homesteaded in the Carpenter area. She attended school at West Pawnee.
On Nov. 3, 1923, she married Emile E. Lacy, and he died June 13, 1947. She then married Harold Mabie of Chugwater on Sept. 24, 1948, and he died Feb. 22, 1980. Mrs. Mabie made her home in Chugwater and Little Bear.
Survivors include three daughters; Loreen Stephan and Betty Collins of Cheyenne and Vina Cook of Lusk; three sisters; Vera Christensen of Cheyenne, Irma Mitchell of Colville, Wash., and Audrey Penwell of Evens, Wash; 13 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren and three great-great-grandchildren.
Besides two husbands, she was preceded in death by her parents; one son, Jack E. Lacy in 1966; one brother, Johnny Faris; one sister, Eva Cox and one grandchild.7�
Burial � She was buried at Wheatland Cemetery, Wheatland, Platte County, Wyoming.8�
Harold Mabie b. 30 Nov 1907, d. 22 Feb 1980
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, obit in the Casper Star-Tribune (Casper, Wyoming), 6 Sep 1992, Sun, Page 12.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Public Member Trees, Lacy Family Tree.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Colorado, County Marriage Records and State Index, 1862-2006.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wyoming, U.S., Marriage Records, 1941-1969.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Laramie County, Wyoming, ED 11-27, Dwelling 104.
[S500] Newspapers.com, online https://www.newspapers.com/, Casper Star-Tribune (Casper, Wyoming), 6 Sep 1992, Sun, Page 12.
[S381] Find A Grave, online http://www.findagrave.com/, Find A Grave Memorial# 45243425.
Nancy Elizabeth Mabie1
F, #33923, b. 26 January 1934, d. 27 October 1997
Father* Virgil Raymond Mabie2 b. 11 Apr 1906, d. 22 Feb 1996
Mother* Marion M Heckel2 b. 14 Jan 1908, d. 25 Jul 1990
Name Variation � Nancy Elizabeth Mabie was also known as Harrington.3�
Married Name � Her married name was Case.4�
Married Name � Her married name was Thompson.5�
Birth* 26 January 1934� She was born on 26 January 1934 at Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming.2,3�
(Witness) Census 8 April 1940� Nancy Elizabeth Mabie appeared on the census of 8 April 1940 in the household of Virgil Raymond Mabie and Marion M Heckel at 1216 East 22nd, Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming,
; Virgil Mabie, owns home worth $5000, Head, M, W, 33, M, completed 4 years high school, born in Iowa, Storekeeper, Light Gas, wages earned in 1939 - $1900
Marion Mabie, Wife, F, W, 32, M, completed 2 years college, born in Wyoming
Donald Mabie, Son, M, W, 10, S, attended school, completed 3 years school, born in Wyoming
Richard Mabie, Son, M, W, 7, S, attended school, completed 1 years school, born in Wyoming
Nancy Mabie, Daughter, F, W, 6, born in Wyoming.2�
(Witness) Census 18 April 1950� Nancy Elizabeth Mabie appeared on the census of 18 April 1950 in the household of Virgil Raymond Mabie and Marion M Mabie at 211 E 25th, Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming,
; Virgil R Mabie, Head, White, Male, 44, Married, born in Iowa, Storekeeper, Public Utility
Marion M Mabie, Wife, White, Female, 42, Married, born in Wyoming
Richard Mabie, Son, White, Male, 17, never married, born in Wyoming, attending 12th grade
Nancy Mabie, Daughter, White, Female, 16, never married, born in Wyoming.6�
Marriage* 4 February 1956� Nancy Elizabeth Mabie married Gilbert M Case on 4 February 1956 at San Mateo County, California.4�
Marriage* 25 July 1959� Nancy Elizabeth Mabie married Beriah Magoffin Thompson on 25 July 1959 at Park County, Wyoming.7�
Residence* 1960� Nancy Elizabeth Thompson and Beriah Magoffin Thompson lived in 1960 at 2419 Evans Avenue, Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming; Beriah M Thompson (Nancy E) assistant manager Hitching Post Motel, h 2419 Evans.8�
Divorce* 22 September 1966� Nancy Elizabeth Thompson and Beriah Magoffin Thompson were divorced on 22 September 1966 at Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming.9�
Residence* 1980� Nancy Elizabeth Harrington lived in 1980 at 3446 Green Valley Road, Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming.10�
Death* 27 October 1997� She died on 27 October 1997 at Cheyenne, Laramie County, Wyoming, at age 63.3�
Gilbert M Case b. c 1930
Beriah Magoffin Thompson b. 9 May 1924, d. 1 Dec 2018
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Cheyenne, Laramie, Wyoming, Roll T627-4572, Page 7A, ED 11-9.
[S1] Ancestry.com, California, U.S., Marriage Index, 1949-1959.
[S381] Find A Grave, online http://www.findagrave.com/, Memorial ID 195205022 from obit © Wyoming Tribune Eagle December 9, 2018.
[S551] 1950 United States Census, online https://1950census.archives.gov/, Cheyenne, Laramie, Wyoming, ED 11-15, Dwelling 278.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Cheyenne, Wyoming, City Directory, 1960.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Wyoming, U.S., Divorce Records, 1941-1969.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., Public Records Index, 1950-1993, Volume 1.
Donald W. Cole
M, #33925, b. 27 April 1910, d. 2 August 1980
Birth* 27 April 1910� Donald W. Cole was born on 27 April 1910 at Michigan.1�
Marriage* � He married Harriet Julia Brown.2�
Death* 2 August 1980� Donald W. Cole died on 2 August 1980 at Livonia, Wayne County, Michigan, at age 70.1�
Harriet Julia Brown b. 4 Feb 1914, d. 23 Nov 2007
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/, and Michigan Deaths, 1971-1996.
[S456] 1940 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Detroit, Wayne, Michigan; Roll: T627_1870; Page: 4B; Enumeration District: 84-1022.
Mary Ann McGeorge1
F, #33926, b. October 1851
Name Variation � Mary Ann McGeorge was also known as Kilgore.2�
Birth* October 1851� She was born in October 1851 at Tennessee, daughter of Zachariah McGeorge and Nancy Jane Tolbert.3,2�
Marriage 26 November 1872� She married Charles Byron Mabee, son of Oliver Dennis Mabee and Mary Elizabeth Ward, on 26 November 1872 at Grundy County, Tennessee.4�
Census* 5 June 1880� Mary Ann McGeorge appeared on the census of 5 June 1880 at Grundy County, Tennessee.
Mary McGeorge, W, F, 28, Servant (for Mrs W B Kells a divorced school principal), Divorced, Servant, Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee.5�
Census 25 June 1900� Mary Ann McGeorge appeared on the census of 25 June 1900
Jane Killgore, Head, W, F, 1833, 67, Wd, 1 child born and living, Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee, Farms own farm
Mary M Killgore, Daughter, W, F, Oct 1851, 48, S, Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee, Farm Laborer.2�
Charles Byron Mabee b. 1856, d. 13 Apr 1900
Ollie Charles Mabee+ b. 27 Aug 1873, d. 13 Jan 1933
[S1] Ancestry.com, Public Member Trees, Page - JAJ.
[S90] 1900 United States Census, online ancestry.com, Civil District 12, Marion, Tennessee; Page: 14; Enumeration District: 0096; FHL microfilm: 1241587.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Ancestry Member Trees, Patricia McGeorge family tree.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Tennessee State Marriages, 1780-2002.
[S52] 1880 United States Census, online ancestry.com, District 1, Grundy, Tennessee; Roll: 1258; Page: 263B; Enumeration District: 041.
Donald Byron Smitherman
M, #33927, b. 24 January 1924, d. 30 October 1977
Birth* 24 January 1924� Donald Byron Smitherman was born on 24 January 1924 at Eastbend, Yadkin County, North Carolina.1,2�
Marriage* 27 November 1976� He married Velma Mae Hetherington on 27 November 1976 at Clay County, Tennessee.3�
Death* 30 October 1977� Donald Byron Smitherman died on 30 October 1977 at Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, at age 53.4�
Velma Mae Hetherington b. 28 May 1930
[S1] Ancestry.com, North Carolina, Birth Indexes, 1800-2000.
[S2] Social SecurityDeath Index, online https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/ssdi/, and Indiana, Death Certificates, 1899-2011.
Robert Eugene Thornton1
M, #33930, b. 24 April 1931, d. 28 April 1995
Birth* 24 April 1931� Robert Eugene Thornton was born on 24 April 1931 at Spokane, Spokane County, Washington.2�
Marriage* 21 November 1952� He married Gloria Ann Maybee, daughter of William Henry Maybee and Ernestine Elizabeth Daus, on 21 November 1952 at Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon.3,1�
Divorce* 9 November 1959� Robert Eugene Thornton and an unknown person were divorced on 9 November 1959 at Multnomah County, Oregon.1�
Death* 28 April 1995� He died on 28 April 1995 at age 64.2�
Burial* 2 May 1995� He was buried on 2 May 1995 at Willamette National Cemetery, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon.4�
Gloria Ann Maybee b. 16 May 1932, d. 21 Sep 1976
[S1] Ancestry.com, Oregon, U.S., State Divorces, 1925-1968.
[S3] Unknown author, "U.S., Social Security Applications and Claims Index, 1936-2007,", and U.S., Department of Veterans Affairs BIRLS Death File, 1850-2010.
[S1] Ancestry.com, Oregon, Marriage Indexes, 1906-1924, 1946-2008.
[S1] Ancestry.com, U.S., Veterans' Gravesites, ca.1775-2019.


text:
'use strict';

var _ = require('lodash');
var Feed = require('./feed.model');
var graph = require('fbgraph');
var jf = require('jsonfile');
var moment = require('moment');

// Get list of feeds

var filePath =  'server/files/feed.json';
var feedData = [];

var getNextBatchPost_One = function (pagination, res) {
  console.log('pagination ' + pagination.next);
  console.log('comes into getNextBatchPost');
  console.log('before paging ' + feedData.length);
   // var options = {
   //  pool:     { maxSockets:  Infinity } ,
   //  headers:  { connection:  "keep-alive" }
   //  };

    var test = {};
    graph
    // .setOptions(options)
    .get(pagination.next, function(err, feeds) {

      // var count = 1;
      feeds.data.forEach(function(f) {
        // console.log('adding in first push ' + count++);
        // console.log('f status ' + f.status_type);

        if (f.status_type !== 'shared_story') {
            var day = moment(f.created_time).format('YYYY MM DD');
            var feed = {
              id: f.id,
              type: f.type,
              message: f.message,
              link: f.link,
              month: day.substring(5, 7),
              created_time: f.created_time,
              share_count: f.shares.count,
              likes_count: f.likes.summary.total_count
            };
            feedData.push(feed);
          }
      });
      console.log('AFTER paging ' + feedData.length);
      // console.log(feedData[feedData.length-1]);

      Feed.create(feedData, function(err, feed) {
        if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
        // return res.json(201, feed);
      });

      res.json({ 'feed': feedData});

  });
};

var getNextBatchPost = function (pagination, res) {
    graph
    // .setOptions(options)
    .get(pagination.next, function(err, feeds) {

      // var count = 1;
      feeds.data.forEach(function(f) {
        // console.log('adding in first push ' + count++);
        // console.log('f status ' + f.status_type);

        if (f.status_type !== 'shared_story') {
            var day = moment(f.created_time).format('YYYY MM DD');
            var feed = {
              id: f.id,
              type: f.type,
              message: f.message,
              link: f.link,
              month: day.substring(5, 7),
              created_time: f.created_time,
              share_count: f.shares.count,
              likes_count: f.likes.summary.total_count
            };
            feedData.push(feed);
          }
      });

        getNextBatchPost_One(feeds.paging, res);

      // console.log('AFTER paging ' + feedData.length);
      // // console.log(feedData[feedData.length-1]);

      // Feed.create(feedData, function(err, feed) {
      //   if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
      //   // return res.json(201, feed);
      // });

      // res.json({ 'feed': feedData});

  });
};

exports.index = function(req, res) {

    feedData = [];

    var options = {
    pool:     { maxSockets:  Infinity } ,
    headers:  { connection:  "keep-alive" }
    };

    graph
    .setOptions(options)
    // .get("barackobama/feed?fields=id,type,message,link,created_time,shares,likes.limit(1).summary(true),status_type", function(err, feeds) {
    .get("barackobama/feed?fields=id,type,message,status_type,link,created_time,shares,likes.limit(1).summary(true)&since=1296626400&limit=250", function(err, feeds) {

      var feed;
      feedData = [];
      // console.log(feeds);
      // console.log(typeof(feeds));
      // res.json({ 'feed': feeds.data[0].id});

      // var paging = {};

      feeds.data.forEach(function(f) {
        if (f.status_type !== 'shared_story') {
           var day = moment(f.created_time).format('YYYY MM DD');
           var feed = {
            id: f.id,
            type: f.type,
            message: f.message,
            link: f.link,
            month: day.substring(5, 7),
            created_time: f.created_time,
            share_count: f.shares.count,
            likes_count: f.likes.summary.total_count
          };
          feedData.push(feed);
        }
      });

      // res.json({ 'feed': feedData});

      getNextBatchPost(feeds.paging, res);

  //     graph.get(feeds.paging.next, function(err, feeds) {
  //         graph.get(feeds.paging.next, function(err, feeds) {
  //               feeds.data.forEach(function(f) {
  //                 var feed = {
  //                   id: f.id,
  //                   type: f.type,
  //                   message: f.message,
  //                   link: f.link,
  //                   month: 1,
  //                   created_time: '2014-02-09T17:02:36+0000',
  //                   shares: 10,
  //                   likes_count: 100
  //                 };
  //                 feedData.push(feed);
  //               });
  //               console.log('AFTER paging ' + feedData.length);

  //               Feed.create(feedData, function(err, feed) {
  //                 if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
  //                 // return res.json(201, feed);
  //                 });
  //               res.json({ 'feed': feedData});
  //         });
  //     });
  });
};

// Get a single feed
exports.show = function(req, res) {
  console.log('incoming search ' + req.params.id);
  Feed.findById(req.params.id, function (err, feed) {
    if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
    if(!feed) { return res.send(404); }
    return res.json(feed);
  });
};

// Creates a new feed in the DB.
exports.create = function(req, res) {
  Feed.create(req.body, function(err, feed) {
    if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
    return res.json(201, feed);
  });
};

// Updates an existing feed in the DB.
exports.update = function(req, res) {
  if(req.body._id) { delete req.body._id; }
  Feed.findById(req.params.id, function (err, feed) {
    if (err) { return handleError(res, err); }
    if(!feed) { return res.send(404); }
    var updated = _.merge(feed, req.body);
    updated.save(function (err) {
      if (err) { return handleError(res, err); }
      return res.json(200, feed);
    });
  });
};

// Deletes a feed from the DB.
exports.destroy = function(req, res) {
  Feed.findById(req.params.id, function (err, feed) {
    if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
    if(!feed) { return res.send(404); }
    feed.remove(function(err) {
      if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
      return res.send(204);
    });
  });
};

function handleError(res, err) {
  return res.send(500, err);
}

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaGithub


My heart beats faster and a liquid fire begins to flow through my veins. It may be corny, but this tried and true message is sure to succeed. Sexual undertones will ensure that he is at your house immediately.
Did the sun come out or did I just feel you smiling at me? The food and water keeps her blood sugar stable so she is happier, and the compliments make her feel romanticized.
Flirty Quotes for Her: The only time that cockblocking is condoned by the bro code is when the designated cockblocker aka the bombardier has viable reasons to stop a bro from hooking up with a girl.
If this person you might marry is unruffled by slow internet service, then they are a keeper!
There are now bills to pay, toilet seats to put down, fighting over closet space, dishes left on the counter, and so much more! Just remember the following things: Sometimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for, then I look at you and realize: I am sure that you will be amazing and look good doing it!
Sometimes I want a moment to last forever, and this moment is our cuddling. Late nights, morning snuggles, time flying by, and being happy with everything. Being friendly is a lot different from being flirty.
If you want him thinking about your body, the easiest way is to use this flirty message.
You know, too much of anything is bad. Are you stuck in the friend zone? I love you because only you gave me this wonderful feeling — butterflies in my stomach.


text:
"""This service requests a rebuild requestion for an edition."""

from __future__ import annotations

from typing import TYPE_CHECKING

from structlog import get_logger

from keeper.exceptions import ValidationError
from keeper.taskrunner import queue_task_command

if TYPE_CHECKING:
    from keeper.models import Build, Edition

__all__ = ["request_edition_rebuild"]

def request_edition_rebuild(*, edition: Edition, build: Build) -> Edition:
    logger = get_logger(__name__)
    logger.info(
        "Starting request_edition_rebuild",
        edition=edition.slug,
        build=build.slug,
    )

    # if edition.pending_rebuild:
    #     raise ValidationError(
    #         "This edition already has a pending rebuild, this request "
    #         "will not be accepted."
    #     )
    if build.uploaded is False:
        raise ValidationError(f"Build has not been uploaded: {build.slug}")
    if build.date_ended is not None:
        raise ValidationError(f"Build was deprecated: {build.slug}")

    # Update edition with new state
    # edition.build = build  # FIXME move this to the task?
    # edition.pending_rebuild = True  # FIXME move this to the task?

    queue_task_command(
        command="rebuild_edition",
        data={"edition_id": edition.id, "build_id": build.id},
    )

    return edition


Here are some of the left-overs from the London part of the trip (just to break the monotony and check you are still awake!) The first image here is taken just outside of East Putney London Underground station, aka 'the tube'. Technically that is a tube train, but they do occasionally see the light of day! As for the jumbo jet - can't escape those in the big city. There are three airports within the Greater London area. The angle of this one said it was coming into Heathrow. If it had been nose-on, it would be aimed at Gatwick; or pointing where it's tail is, the City Airport would have been the runway... though that wouldn't happen, the biggest craft permitted there is the A220. I digress.
The lily-pond which is in the middle of the putting course at Wandsworth Park.
We crossed the Thames via the Putney Rail Bridge... the trains passed frequently on the other side of these girders.
What a clear and pretty shot of the British Airways.
Beautiful lily pads and what building in the Haze.
Great photos Aunty Yam...you've made London look very intriguing!
Beautiful photos - we really love the lily pond.
caught our attention. Haven't been on a train in many years.
So glad we actually found your blog and not google plus.
We subscribed so we can come back again.
WE like the lily pond too. You take such interesting photos!!
Will need to go back there again. Hopefully with my sister this time.
Beautiful! I really enjoyed the different streetlights!


text:
Washingtonian Today: A Weary City Yearns to Think About Pop-Up Bars Again
Written by Brittany Shepherd
| Published on October 5, 2018
Photograph by Evy Mages
About Washingtonian Today
Washingtonian Today is not just another political news roundup. Instead, this daily morning brief provides local context on national news, catches you up on what's happening at Washingtonian, points you toward super duper awesome things to do around town, and lets you in on some special events going on in-house. Sign up here to receive Washingtonian Today in your inbox every morning.
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Good morning and Happy Friday! I hope you do something kind for yourself today, like buying a smoothie from Joe & the Juice. You deserve it. It's a tense day on Capitol Hill, as we come down to the wire on a confirmation vote for Brett Kavanaugh. A lot of action on the Hill today including some political day drinking…per NBC News's Kasie Hunt just before 8 AM, a group of people was "drinking PBR from red Solo cups outside Mitch McConnell's house at this early hour. They are chanting 'I like beer'."
According to DCist, over 300 people, including Amy Schumer, were arrested yesterday at anti-Kavanaugh protests. Kavanaugh took to protesting in his own way, with an op-ed in the Wall Street Journal arguing that his emotion during last week's hearing was not a reflection of his broader character. Just another day in this ordinary confirmation process…
It's understandable to need a reprieve from the constant onslaught of news. If you happen to be around the Capitol, might I suggest unwinding with an old fashioned at Barrel or perhaps eating your feelings via hamburger at Good Stuff? If all else fails, there's always Tortilla Coast. I won't judge you.
It's also the last day to submit your office for Best Places to Work! I legally can't promise that you will get that raise and holiday bonus if you nominate your office, but it wouldn't hurt your odds, would it?
What we have cooking at Washingtonian:
We're getting another pop-up bar and this time it's true-crime-themed and far away from Cartoon Network's clutches. Rick and Morty pop-up bar, forever in our memories.
Here are some workouts that can help relieve the strain of sitting at a desk all day. Some of these can be done in your own office. Grab your work spouse and get movin'!
It's federal holiday time, and you know what that means?!? Drinking mimosas at 10 AM on a weekday. Here are all the places to score a great eggs benedict deal on Monday.
Join our food critic Ann Limpert at 11 this morning to talk about DC dining, whether it's what happened to Fiola after the Ted Cruz incident, the new pay-what you want tasting menu in Georgetown, or just where you should eat this weekend. You can leave questions now; Ann will get to as many as she can starting at 11.
Our pick for things to do around the District:
The Vikings are taking over the Wharf with a giant pop-up centered around the world's largest operational Viking ship, the Draken Harald Harfagre. In addition to tours of the boat, watch the Draken documentary Expedition America – a Modern Viking Adventure, and check out the photo/video exhibit at the Draken Village. Through October 15. Draken tours: $12. Arrival Ceremony: Friday at 1 PM, free.
Good reads:
The White House hunt for the anonymous op-ed writer has faded away, according to Jon Lemire and Catherine Lucey. An interesting look at the speedy metabolism and short attention space of Washington. (Associated Press)
Essential long read:
Ben Terris's profile of Lindsey Graham is a wonderful read that chronicles the evolution of the senator's larger-than-life personality in the wake of ride-or-die Trumpism. (Washington Post)
Big events from Washingtonian:
It's not too late to submit someone for Washingtonian of the Year. Think of it as your good deed for the month.
Visit one of the 100 top affordable places to eat around DC and ponder the recent repeal of Initiative 77.
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Brittany Shepherd
Brittany Shepherd covers the societal and cultural scene in political Washington. Before joining Washingtonian as a staff writer in 2018, Brittany was a White House Correspondent for Independent Journal Review. While she has lived in DC for a number of years now, she still yearns for the fresh Long Island bagels of home. Find her on Twitter, often prattling on about Frasier.
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redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaCommonCrawl


text:
CONSTELIS VOSS
By Alex [Redacted] in side-stories — Aug 18, 2022
Binary Taste & Other Ghosts: Prose by K. Leigh
Short spurts of prose, bushels of emotion, fluttering word-paintings and curious dark-brights.
These murky drabbles were submitted to queer mags and naturally denied space. They're odd, dark and queer in a way that doesn't fit. For that reason, I'm releasing them—free—for all the queer readers who also feel like they don't fit. Please enjoy the dark-brights. I hope my work inspires your murkier side. Not all queer art need be plasticly cheerful or announce itself. Sometimes, you can just feel a thing, press the keys and let the experiences flow. It's healthy.
CW: Politics, sex, gender, society, death, mental illness and more. Adult work for adult readers to contemplate and explore.
How freeing must it be to only ever consider the spurious status of The Other, because to look inwards means witnessing enough witless waste to rupture a weak-willed, shallow sea.
Funny/Agonizing.
"I could be an evil man," he says with the casualty of plucking dandelions.
"Yes, but are you?" I ask atop a neck once fit for severing. "The funny thing about evil is that it either doesn't know and is, or is and always knows."
"What does the second one mean? Clinical?" the man asks.
"Terminal."
Sometimes my heart beats so fierce that I fear I may be dying. It's only after breathing to bursting does the brain reclaim the body. The nettle-fingers come in like a quiet war. Then the flush-hot, thought-drop, several stammered somethings clear and I know it's just me being haunted for the evil some did and didn't know.
Anyone who's felt it shouldn't wish it on another, yet the matching mad make more of me every single stupid day. They may need to talk to someone about that compulsion. Sounds clinical.
We're all estimated like a thin slip roll at the checkout. Held between the fingers to scrutinize for the worth of it all, or the lack thereof.
Exceptional estimators dabble in espionage for survival and only that. We know smudge-finger inkers would leave off the tax and that's where they get you.
It's logical I'd be a spy with a pink paper mask to avoid exorbitant fees.
Everyone has a doppelganger. It's a thick, hazy fluid that sits in the skulls of strangers. Sometimes it rests comfortably in the spines of those you love, who curiously love you. Further still, it's a mutated ball of cartilage, possessing an unaware public to haunt an uninvolved somebody.
Everyone has your afterimage. That's how they make sense of all you are and all you're not. But what happens when the liquid merges with the mush-matter of an already lived-in mind?
You get a second-self written poorly. I'm very skeptical of milky imprints I don't speak from between my teeth.
They're always too thin and gamy.
Trust no man who commands legion from the mouths of tiny little birds.
Never listen to the viper who regurgitates every word.
Know no master can convince you of a lie you didn't already hold.
Never let them tell you who you are and never let them sell you back your soul.
There's a story I wrote that's particularly painful. Every bit of it is fiction, except the parts that are nauseating facts. Those are stuck between syllables, lodged in the letters and tethered to two real bodies you'll never meet.
This one, however. This one was me once upon a time:
"Chaotically, I stumble out into the street to smoke a cigarette and try to find the next glimmering object I can lock in my fist and crush. I'm an addict, a nothing-thing. I want to die, but the lights are so bright and lovely. I'm sobbing and smiling while I smoke and everything hurts yet it's so beautiful that I want to throw myself into traffic."
It took me seven years to write this paragraph. It will take me seventy more to talk about it openly with anyone but my partner.
Never be too trusting of someone who can't dabble in a little gleeful nonsense. The serious take their fun as seriously as a frontal lobotomy. Without it, we're all wildly inflexible. You can't trust the seriously unamused to ever hold your heart in confidence.
The heart is a flexible, gleeful nonsense-object.
I have half a mind to eat you entirely someday. From the top of your head to your unruly brows, cleaving a strong neck to your sun-kissed shoulders, sliding the angle of your elbow with a wet mouth, sipping fingers like wine, edging the collarbone, clasping pink between my teeth, darting a gentle tongue to the valley of your navel, running my nose along the ravines of you that draw me to your freckle, a journey to your very toes—and of course a stamen that blushes at me.
I don't ever remember wanting to consume someone like this. I don't ever remember wanting to sit inside a skull for very long, either. To rest in your head for all its sweetness. To hold you and be held by you. To sleep, at peace finally, to sleep and fear no old ghosts because you breathe and exist.
I have half a mind and you don't fault me for it, but you could if you were anyone else. But you're not.
What a wondrous, horrible devil to fall in love with. What a warm, caustic, affectionate creature to rear as my own spawn. What an absolutely infuriating, incessant, beautiful, tiny, stupid, loving little idiot.
To love you is not unlike scraping the bowl of my skull for memory scraps. If you could see what I see in you, your life would be gradient stars. That's why all of this scrapes like nails on a chalkboard and I hate you temporarily.
Or rather, I hate the you that others painted; a brittle magenta idol, cracked to bursting. A terror-tremor, start-and-stop, the worst of words, the feast of monsters, stuck and falling, always deliriously lost for the something left behind, but it's here!
It's you and yours and was never anyone else's!
本当の答えは夢の中の微笑みよ.
A painting can be conjured before you, at any time, immediately. It's not unlike magic, but in truth, it's psychology. It doesn't work for some. For most people, they can see its crackling sky-paint in an eruption on a pink-dipped horizon, pierce the blue to discern black, navy, umber, seafoam and gray-green, smell the faint lavender oils used in linseed's stead, catch the dark scent of a stained wooden frame and touch the smooth satin surface, then the mottled creases, with the tips of their fingers.
Did you enjoy the painting?
I feel that I have been screaming since the day I was born and yet very few people can hear me. Maybe it's a pitch so imperceptible that only cats can. Perhaps that's why they're so adoring.
For the few humans who've managed, what is it that you hear? It should've been a bleating love-song.
Is it that, still?
Humans are tragic. The capacity to learn is baked into the software and yet time and time again we see the opposite holds true. Digging in the heels. Letting history rip them to shreds. Seeing everything, learning nothing, and hobbling through time as if the terrible is new, the good is impossible and every future has been written into natural law itself. Tragic.
I have—not once—related to womanhood in the entirety of my life. I don't know what that word means to begin with. How does the experience feel? Is it kittens and pink? That certainly isn't accurate. Well, is it gestational? That isn't right either. Womanhood would then be defined, personally.
By someone that isn't me.
I worship in the house of the flesh to pull pleasure from the spine and turn caught gasps into dreamy/sweet I love you's. Let me never leave the warm shroud of your skin. Let me stay here forever. Immortal and in love with loving you in every way I can.
When you know your mind is capable of conjuring specters at will, you'd know not to walk with ghouls. Real or imaginary, there's too much at risk in entertaining a haunting.
When one is submerged they might think to ask for help. Thinking to ask and asking are two very different things, you know. If you've become accustomed to asking and never receiving, you might not think to ask ever again.
You might not even dare to think at all.
I merely float until there's enough energy to kick. Maybe once, maybe twice, and then after hours, there's the shore my body sails to, all on its own.
Landing—beached and mostly deceased—the curious ones marvel at the genius of my maiden voyage. Such a self-reliant mermaid. Such a marvelous strength.
Up on my arms, body numb and blue, all that's left to do is pull myself across the hot sand. They clap, as they always do, and maybe congratulate themselves for being there. Yet there's never any pull, is there? No true risk for the heavy, half-dead body.
I no longer think to ask.
MONOCULTURAL FICTION
A hero is bestowed with a quest, either by fate, birth, happenstance, etc. The hero is a stand-in for the reader. For this reason they are: plain but obsessively/dangerously lusted after, smart but average, unremarkable but powerful, and/or perfectly imperfectly mediocre.
A guide appears conveniently. They're marginalized in some way and very wise. They set the hero on the path, they die to create emotions, and then more events happen. Maybe a romance occurs.
If the genre is YA, there will be a black screen that drops into place from beyond the void. If the genre is adult, there are likely flower euphemisms or descriptions of sad tits. If the genre is queer—but written by a cishet—there are sex scenes present. If you could call donuts made of sand sex scenes, that is.
The bad guy is very bad. We know this because they do bad things, are bigoted stereotypes of evil, or they impede the good guys. The good guys are very good. We know this because even if they do bad things, the author doesn't care.
Gay characters die whenever because they're plot devices. Mental illnesses explain demons or make the villain more evil. Black characters aren't real in historical fiction. All Asian characters are exotic objects.
The good guys win, the bad guy loses and everyone claps.
Most people never notice when someone says all the right words but barely moves unless beneficial. Like a slow-rolling boulder until convenient. In truth, they're a synthetic slab of earth that wouldn't know natural tectonics if magma made an introduction. Sadly cursed in seeing every meager mountain for exactly what it is, I'm left scrutinized before I raise my tool. Nobody likes a quarryman defacing such proud symbols of shining solidarity.
People assume those like me brandish a wordsmithed axe for gold, as though the cracks have anything unfoolish to begin with. Rubbish.
In truth, the careless stones crush if left alone for long enough. Dominating the skyline foreverly, they're liable to slide when provoked without looking at what's below. Tiny, tended plots suffocate and die. Gentle earths trampled are starved of seminal rains, left loveless and unseen, because the stone is grand. The stone is great. The stone only moves to stretch its peak to heaven, leaving nothing but nothing for nobody at all.
Save your sympathy for the smeared flowers and those like me that pull them free—or try to anyway. The mountains do not need it.
Sometimes, I daydream that I've killed myself and all my friends gather at my very sad funeral and say things like: "I wish she—er—he? Knew how loved they were. Is that right?" They say things like: "A candle that burns twice as bright burns twice as fast." They cry terrible, dreadful tears.
Maybe they start a charity in honor of my various society-born illnesses. Maybe my annoying books explode in popularity like two not-friends suggested during 'reciprocal' venting: People will love your writing after you're dead.
All the self-pitying sentences I could conceived—equipped with black clothes and drab faces—play out like moving pictures. The sky itself is so sad that the pathetic clouds sob. Except that's not how it would really happen, and because I know this, these daydreams of death keep me alive.
I plan to outlive every single person as a sometimes-miserable, impossibly intelligent and profusely creative old bastard. Only succumbing to death with my partner's frail hand in my frail own as we gaze at each other, laugh about the always-miserable world, and make one last joke before the curtains fall.
No one deserves the pleasure of my demise save death and I will fight him for forever—haggard and high on the milk of spite itself. Eat me.
I am a coward. I drape some colorful, chloroformal pageantry on what I think and it becomes a blurry shroud. Not unlike a pretty, painful, glittered something-said, but indirect. It's always indirect.
Indirect means I get to live.
Honesty is dangerous. I can only ever be uncowardly in certain ways, one of which is hate. For ages, I thought that was all. It took truly being loved to know another flavor of it.
True love wasn't known at the start. It wasn't even the best of times for me and mine. It was when my partner—a then-coward—wounded me in a way I shouldn't have survived.
Instead, he let me hurt him back.
Honest, aching, sobbing, hurt and hateful with weak, stupid slaps and fitful, terrorized screaming—he let me. He loved me enough to promise a never-again and let me scream. Then he loved me enough to forfeit life if he couldn't keep the promise. I'd never had anyone lease their life to protect mine. I'd never even had anyone love me enough to let me show honest pain, even.
Love affords honesty, but that's the only flavor besides hate, I'm afraid. I will keep the indirect protective prose, because I was not born an artist, you see.
I was born vulnerable.
I wonder what would happen if I played the game like all the rest. It's not that I don't know how to, it's just that I'm very broken.
In this game, we all sit at a table with assorted chairs. Some sit low to the ground, some are up in the clouds, and I'm in the middle. The goal for the cloud-sitters is to never drop. The goal for the mid-seaters is to reach the sky. The goal for everyone else is to get off the ground for once in their fucking life.
The rules are simple, yet change on a dime. The players say one thing, but do another. Sometimes we use cards and dice, sometimes pieces, but there are constants. The first is that you only win when others lose. The second is that you must lie to win. The third and final constant is that all must play or die.
After a roll, I'm prompted with three choices: Flattery, Silence and Challenge. The smart play is to Flatter the cloud-sitters. The safe play is to sit in Silence. The bad play is to Challenge the game for the sake of all—and because I'm broken—that is what I do. For this, I'm stuck in the middle and can't even move anyone up behind me. Only cloud-sitters can pull that off and they never bother with it because they're afraid of losing space in the never-ending sky.
Every game plays out the same, for I make no new choices. Like I said, I'm broken. Or, more truthfully, this game is more broken than I will ever be.
How am I supposed to feel when the world is just so raw
When every single problem shares the same forever-flaw
When we're never solving nothing and even brand into the law
How someone has to love and fuck and live and die
Tell me, how should I?
Tell me, how am I supposed to walk
Into every day, sleeping death past-noon, to rise and gawk
And to decay, for there is no sound, no sight, no way
And we stumble, for that's all the good we do
And worse: to scrape with claws, to slake anew
Some ancient lie, a breeding ground
An old, gold, demented dying-sound
Tell me in all this dread, stainsome dip-dye, searing red
In void-rot paint-slick ephemeral, stuck within gut-thick
Tortured nothing-thing; well what am I if not
If not just a bleeding, fucked up, fucking heart?
If not just the broken, tender, greener me, holding fast to dying tree
For surely if it grew, it felt, it lived, just the same, you see
So tell me, if you can
If you can even understand
Tell me. How am I supposed to feel?
I know that nobody needs these drabbles. They're all rather bitter, if beautiful and some are downright depressing. But what I do know is that I need to evict my churning brain like blood-ink or the words will leech me all the same. They might even snap at someone who doesn't deserve it.
And so, I write.
At the end of the day, the only one who lives inside your skull is you. The only one who makes sense of your human nonsense is you. The only one who sees the fantastical, too-blue skies behind your eyes and feels all your prickly bitterness is, well, you.
And so, you must write.
To write is to cherish your voice, regardless of how fragile, bitter, beautiful, sick, sad, or clumsy it may be. In a world so loveless, maybe the best way to love yourself is to want your voice beyond all reason.
Even if nobody else does.
And there's some evicted ghosts for you.
K. Leigh is an ex-freelancer, full-time author, and weirdo artist. Read their lgbt+ sci-fi books, connect on Twitter, visit their site, or send them an email if you'd like to work together. 🌈 🏳⚧
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side-stories
Alex and Olive Go Shopping
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"All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up." — James Baldwin
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