The Descendents of Forest and Evelena English |
Forest Emerson born December 4, 1897 in Indiana. He married Evelena Elizabeth Hill (born May 18, 1900) on January 2, 1918 Forest died April 1, 1963 age 66. Children born to them were: Click on the underlined links to view their families Lowell Malcolm English: Born July 2, 1921 Married Frances Eileen Beatty May 24, 1947 Leo Sanford English: Born September 23, 1923 Married Edna Monday McDaniels Sept. 1949 Nina Marie English: Born April 25, 1931 Married James Goins Jr., January 10, 1948 Children born to Lowell and Frances English were: Melanie Ann Sept. 19, 1950 Mark Lowell December 27, 1951 Melissa March 6, 1956 Mick June 6, 1958 Children born to Leo and Edna English were: Donna English: Born January 1, 1952 (Daniel Leon McDaniels: a child born to Edna from a former marriage) Children born to Nina and Jim Goins: Sharon Marie Goins: Born Sept. 12, 1950 Married Paul David Briley, April 21, 1972 Children: David Dean Briley Gary Lee Goins: Born May 7, 1952 Married Sandra Jo Hollis, August 11, 1973. Children: Shelly Jo Goins, born July 27, 1975 Married Frances Nyguen, March 3, 2000 Stephen Lee Goins: Born January 18, 1977 Children: Autumn Shye, born November 1999 Sandra Kay Goins: Born March 14, 1955 Married Dale Glomski, June 1976. Children: Matthew James, Nathan Dale, and Deidre Marie Kevin James: Born October 20, 1957 Married Rosemary Mulchay January 8, 1977. Children: Christopher James and Emily Dara. |
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Evelena & Forest English's Wedding Photo Jan. 2, 1918 |
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Forest taken Christmas 1962 before he died in April 1, 1963, with Evelena and grandchildren Kevin and Sandy. |
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Back Home An Original By Floyd A. Jensen To wake up in the morning, And smell dew on fresh cut hay. To hear a Gold Finch singing, At the beginning of the day. To see a young calf running, In a meadow along the lane. Oh God I'd give up all I own To be back home again. To see the magpies flying, In the honey locust trees. To smell the clover blossoms, In the early morning breeze. To see the hens a scratching, For their feed at the break of day. But the farm that I was raised on-- Is a thousand miles away. To get up in the morning, And do the chores with Dad. Oh let me live my life again, Like when I was a lad. And how I miss Mom's breakfast-- Of ham and eggs and toast. Of all the things I miss back home-- These things I miss the most. |
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