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• Death: 10 Dec 1930, Clitherall, Mn.
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

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BIRTH: Also shown as Born Clitherall, Ottertail County, Minnesota.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Clitherall, Ottertail County, Minnesota.

Other Events:

• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

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Richard Whiting was born on the 4th of January, 1909 in Brunswick, Nebraska, the second child of Julian and Amy (Gentzler) Whiting. He was what they called a "blue baby" when he was born, and was sickly quite a bit of his younger life because of it. His father was a station agent for the railroad, so they moved around a lot. When he was only a few months old they moved to Wolf Creek, Montana where they lived for about 4 years.
During their stay at Wolf Creek they lived in the back of the train station, and so he got to know about all of the train engineers by name. He used to tell the story about the time Verni Bayless, who was the husband of his first cousin, came out for a visit. It seems there was a bum who came in on the train on a cold night, and he asked my Grandfather if he could spend the night in the freight room of the station. Grandpa said ok, as long as he didn't bother anything, so he went back and laid down on top of a coffin that had came in for shipment and went to sleep. Later on, Grandpa asked Verni if he would go back in the freight room and get a bucket of coal for the stove that night, but when he started back, he woke up the bum and he set up on the coffin. Dad said Verni came running back into the room scared to death, and hollering "the dead man's came back to life". He said Grandpa got a big laugh out of it, but he never could get Verni to go back out there to get the coal.
The following spring after Dad was 4 years old, my grandfather quit the railroad and they moved back to Clitherall, Minnesota where his father (Isaac Whiting) lived. After arriving, they lived in a tent for awhile but a big storm came up and blew the tent all to pieces, so they moved into the hayloft of a new barn that was being built and lived until they could build a house of their own.
Dad attended first and second grades at the Girard School in Girard Township. Nettie Tucker was his first grade teacher, and Alta Kimber was his second grade teacher. Then my grandfather went to work in the store in Old Town and they moved down there, trading houses with his brother. He attended school at District #1 (the first school built in Ottertail County) for the balance of his school years. Halley Gould was his third grade teacher, and then Gladys Gould took over. After school he worked for the local farmers in the area to earn a little spending money. After he graduated from eighth grade, He worked as a hired hand for different ones around the area, and then later on he went to Fargo, North Dakota with Leonard Oakes and worked for awhile. Then they went on to Wilton, North Dakota and worked for the summer thru harvest.
He returned to the Clitherall area, and on March 27, 1930 he was joined in marriage to Myrtle Imogene Vargason, oldest daughter of Orrin and Belle (Fletcher) Vargason. On December 10, 1930 a daughter, Phyllis Arlene, was born prematurely about 6 months into the pregnancy. She was stillborn, and is buried on the farm where they lived. On December 5, 1931 a son, Robert Orrin, was born. He died shortly after birth, and is buried in the Mount Pleasant Cemetery on the hill overlooking Clitherall Lake. On August 2, 1934 their third child, Vernon Orrin, (me) was born.
From my earliest recollections, I have fond memories of my father. He was basically a gentle man, but could also be stern when occasion required it. He farmed 160 acres bordering the shore of Battle Lake for many years. They always raised a large garden, and grew most of their own food. He always saved enough seed back from what he raised to plant the next year's crops. I remember him telling about living through the "great depression". They didn't have any money, and had to live solely off the land. He said many times they would pick peas to have for dinner, and then Mom would cook the pods down into soup which they would then have for supper.
Until I got old enough to help in the fields, Dad always kept a hired man through the summer months to help with the field work and chores. There was a small 2 room cabin behind the main house that they stayed in, and pretty much worked for board and room. I remember when I was about 5 years old, He had a man named Bud Blair and his wife, Rilda, living there. They were from Kentucky and Bud used to sing and play the guitar. Every evening after chores, we would all sit around and listen to him play. A couple of his favorite songs were "Gold Mine In The Sky" and "It Makes No Difference Now", and before long they were my Dad's favorites also. They had a boy named Buddy who was a year younger than me, and we immediately became bosom buddies. Dad always threshed the grain in the barnyard so he would have a stack of straw to use for bedding for the livestock in the winter. They had to stay in the barn all winter in order to survive the cold weather, oftentimes 40 degrees below or colder. This straw stack was "off limits" to us kids because if it got holes in it, it would collect water and rot. Needless to say, it intrigued us greatly, and we had a really hard time staying off of it. One day Buddy and I had been tromping around on it while he was working in the field. He came back before we expected him and caught us both nearly up to the top of it. He came running down there yelling for us to get down from there, and as I came down he caught me and gave me a good swat on the behind. Then he took off running after Buddy, and Buddy ran into their house yelling "Richard's gonna whup me". I don't remember if he caught him or not, but it sure made an impression on us. I do know we didn't get on the straw stack again for a long time.
Dad always had to work long hours in the fields during the summer months, but during the long winter months about all he had to do was cut wood and tend to the livestock. This left him with quite a bit of free time and we used to spend a great many hours playing games. Dad used to like to play games and he brought me up the same way, because Mom never did much care for it. Every Christmas he would get me a new game, and we spent many happy hours playing monopoly, sorry, caroms, backgammon, etc. Another pastime I thoroughly enjoyed during the winter was of an evening when he did the milking. Dad was always a great story-teller, and every evening while he was milking the cows he would tell me stories about all of his adventures in the African jungles and many other exotic places. He used to make them into serial type stories, and leave them right in an exciting place for the next night. I used to hardly be able to wait for the next evening's episode. Dad was a very prolific reader, and when he wasn't reading in the Bible, his favorite pastime was reading adventure stories. I'm sure this is where he got most of his material for his own stories, but he sure had me snowed. He also enjoyed reading mystery novels, and I am sure he read every book that Earl Stanley Gardner and Agatha Christie ever wrote. The closest public library was in Fergus Falls and we would make a trip in there about every couple weeks so he could turn in his books and check out about 20 new ones.
I would like to relate one more story about my father. He was always very dedicated to his Church, and the importance of attending services on Sunday was instilled in me at an early age. I only remember of one time we didn't attend Church on Sunday. It was in the middle of the winter, and I was probably about 8 or 9 years old. It was the only time in all my 12 years of schooling that they ever closed school for a whole week because of the weather. The warmest it got in the whole 7 days was 40 degrees below zero, and one morning it was 52 below. We got 58 inches of snow that week with a bitter North wind blowing, and the snow had crusted hard on top to a depth of about 12 inches. On Saturday it finally quit snowing, and by Sunday morning it had warmed up to 40 below. When we couldn't get out with the car or tractor, Dad always hitched up the team to the sleigh and we all bundled up and went to Church that way. This particular Sunday he hitched up the team early to see if he could get out ok, but the snow was so deep and crusted over that when the horses tried to go they couldn't bust through that thick crust. We got up on top of the snow-drifts and found out the icy crust was so thick that we could jump around on top of it all we wanted and not break through. Dad decided that if he could get the team up on top of the drifts, they could get along fine until we got out into the open fields where the wind hadn't crusted it over so hard and they would be able to plough through it then. He proceeded to build a rail and snow ramp up to the top of the drifts (about 8-10 ft high) and packed it down good. This accomplished, he bundled us all up and put several thick quilts over us to keep warm under and we started off to Church. We made it fine up the ramp and on out past the hog house, but then we got to a sheltered spot where the wind hadn't hit and the horses broke through the crust and sunk clear to the ground with their noses barely sticking out of the snow, leaving us in the sleigh sitting up there 6-8 feet above them. Needless to say, we didn't get to Church that day. The horses were completely floundered in the snow and couldn't go anywhere. We spent the rest of the day busting up the crusty snow and digging them out so we could get them back to the barn. I'm sure he was upset, but he never let it show. He just said "Well, we tried our best".
When my grandfather got too old to take care of his farm, Dad took that over and started farming it also. It didn't actually join our land, but Dad made a new road along the levee by the lake for about half a mile so we could have access to it. It wasn't very good land - mostly hills and hollows. The topsoil had all blown off the hills and there was nothing left but sand, and the hollows stood full of water for a good share of the time. It took a lot of work and he got very little out of it.
After the man died that used to do our threshing, the Church bought a threshing machine of it's own and Dad got chosen to run it, as if he didn't have enough to do. There were about ten families that used it, and he would go from one family to the other as needed. Whenever he moved it to a new farm, then everyone else in the neighborhood would bring their team and wagons over to help haul in the bundles. Sometimes there would be 10 or 15 wagons lined up waiting to pull in beside the threshing machine to unload. In that day and age everyone helped all of their neighbors out. Dad was always very mechanically inclined and always did most all of his own repair work, not only on the threshing machine but also on the car, tractor, or any other piece of equipment that needed fixing.
In the fall of 1952 Dad decided he'd had enough of farming and packed up and moved to Missouri. He was always good with machines, so he accepted a job with Black, Sivals & Bryson as a machinist trainee. He worked there until they went out of business, and then he went to work as a machinist for the Fairbanks Morse Company where he worked until his retirement in 1974. He also took a correspondence course in upholstery, which he did on the side for many years.
My mother died on August 20, 1973, about 5 months prior to his retirement, and this left him very lonely. He said it just didn't seem fair - to work all of his life for retirement, and then have no one to share it with.
Dad met Velma (Burkhart) Leakey while doing some repair work on her house. They became good friends, and on November 9, 1974 they were married. She had lost her husband in 1971. Velma was my wife's oldest sister, so my father now also became my brother-in-law...what a deal!!
Dad and Velma both liked to travel, so they took several trips together including one to Ireland. They also went on an Alaskan cruise, which they both enjoyed except for the fact she broke her arm on the trip and had to miss several of the side trips to the mainland. She insisted Dad go on and take them without her, which he finally did.
Velma died on January 25, 1989 and Dad was left alone again. He had a massive heart attack, and had to have a quadruple bypass. He still had some problems, so they had to install a pacemaker. By this time he was hardly able to care for himself, so his grandson (Gerry Whiting) and family moved in with him to care for him.
In 1992 he had to be moved to a rest home, and on April 20, 1994 he passed away at the Independence Sanitarium Hospital. He is buried in Mound Grove Cemetery in Independence, Missouri in the northwest corner of the old part of the cemetery.

The above account was written and submitted by Vernon Whiting in August, 2001.
[Whiting OK Fam Tree.FTW]

Richard Adrain
15540 E. Highway 24
Independence Mo. 64050

!Gary Whiting

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Brunswick, Antelope, Nebraska.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Independence, Jackson, Missouri.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Brunswick, Antelope, Nebraska.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Independence, Jackson, Missouri.

Richard married Vargason, Myrtle Imogene on 27 Mar 1930 in Deer Creek, Ottertail County, Minnesota. Myrtle was born on 22 May 1910 in Deer Creek, Ottertail County, Minnesota; died on 20 Aug 1973 in Independence, Jackson County, Missouri. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• Death: 20 Aug 1973, Independence, Mo.
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

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For my Mother's history, I am going to include accounts written and submitted to me by each of her sisters of their memories of her early life, followed by a brief account by myself of some of her later activities and memories that I have of her. Vern Whiting (June, 2000).

Myrtle Imogene Vargason was born on May 22, 1910 and was the first child of Orrin and Belle (Fletcher) Vargason. 2 years later I was born, so it wasn't long before we grew up together. When Myrtle and I were just little girls, we each had a doll. Their heads were steel and their bodies were cloth. Myrtle called her doll Minnie, and I called mine Ada. The picture of Myrtle, Hazel and myself with our dolls was taken on the back porch of our old home about 4 1/2 miles south of Deer Creek, Minnesota.
When Myrtle was about 12 years old she came down with a terrible nose bleed. The doctor was called and they found out she had Infantile Paralysis. In those days that was a really scary disease. I can remember that I thought I'd wash out all the bloody towels for Mama, which I did, but when the folks found out what I had done they were afraid that I would come down with it too, so I added double worry for them (which I surely didn't intend to do). She was sick for many days, and sometimes Dr. Lewis would come and stay all night with her. He was a good friend of Dad's, and in those days house calls were common practice. After she got well enough to be up and around, she was paralized (her back and limbs mostly). There was no place to send her for treatment closer than the Twin Cities, so they started sending her down there. She had to stay several weeks at first. Blanche and Horace Brown lived in the cities, and Blanche (Mama's cousin) offered to let her stay with them. That was a big relief for the folks. When she came home for the first time, she was wearing a stiff heavy leather brace. It fit just like a jacket, only it was cut out for her arms and breasts to grow. Eventually they made another brace that wasn't as heavy, as it had steel braces but not all over her body. She had to wear this for a very long period of time, but eventually she got rid of that too. Of course it still left her partially paralized, and as she grew older it became harder for her to get around.
Myrtle married and had a normal life. She was very happy, as she loved Richard so much. She got pregnant and lost the first baby (a girl) at around 6 months. The next time she had a little boy and she carried him full time, but even though the doctor was there, the baby smothered as it was trying to be born. This didn't stop her from trying again, and I know the Lord was with them, as she had a boy and called him Vernon Orrin. He and Stanley (my first child) are only about 3 months different in age.
Myrtle and Richard spent many happy hours together with their family on the farm in Clitherall, Minnesota. In 1952 they moved to Independence, Missouri where they lived for the rest of their lives. She lived to see Vernon married, and all 4 of her grandchildren born. She developed cancer, and passed away on August 20, 1973. Ilo (Vargason) Whiting.

What I remember most about Myrtle before her illness, was her cheerful disposition, and that she always ran nearly everywhere she went. She loved to eat the apple out of my school lunch box, that I hadn't eaten.
I was only 6 years old when she fell ill, but I remember how seriously ill she was, and through all the long months and years of treatments I never once heard her complain or say "Why Me?). Even though the therapy was hard and most of the time very painful for her, she kept such a positive attitude and I am convinced that helped her to recover.
I don't remember the year, but one winter when Myrtle was in St. Paul for rehabilitation treatments, Ilo, Grace and Irene all came down with Scarlet Fever. Myrtle had been gone from home for about 3 months, and she was getting very homesick. Our parents hesitated to have her come home while the girls were sick. After about 3 weeks the other girls were feeling better, but then I came down with it. By this time Myrtle was so homesick that she begged to come home, so the folks finally let her. Needless to say, she soon became ill with Scarlet Fever, which then turned into Pneumonia for her and we nearly lost her again. Thanks to our Heavenly Father who blessed her, and Dr. Lewis' dedication to his calling, Myrtle lived to become the beautiful person we all loved and admired.
Irene was a toddler at the time, so when Myrtle got better, she became like a second Mother to Irene. She would baby sit Irene, while Ilo, Mom and I took care of all the work and chores that had to be done.
The first few years Myrtle and Richard were married, money was tight and I remember they wanted to paper their bedroom, so they asked for all the wall-paper sample books they could get and they papered their bedroom with those samples. Needless to say, that was an interesting room to see, with all the different patterns of wallpaper.
On May 29, 1927 when Charles Lindberg made his famous flight, Myrtle was one of his most ardent fans. She clipped and saved every article she could find about him from the newspapers and magazines, and followed every bit of news she could collect about his activities. She was 17 years old, and he was truly her teen-age idol. Hazel (Vargason) Whiting.

Myrtle was 10 years older than myself. I loved going over to her house and staying overnight with her and her family. I remember hearing her say that it was a good thing she knew all the hymns in Church by heart, because once Vernon was born she never took her eyes off of him.
I remember one time when Myrtle started driving, she took off across the field and couldn't get back. You see, she didn't know how to drive well and had problems controlling the car. Thank goodness Richard and Vernon were close by, and came to help her back.
One night while I was staying with Myrtle and Richard, Vernon had a program at school, and we were all looking forward to attending it. Just before we got ready to go, Richard got hurt by a saw and wasn't able to drive, so Vernon had to drive. He really didn't know how yet as he was just learning, but we parked in the back, went in and watched the program, and then came home with no problems.
I remember Myrtle as being one of the nicest, sweetest and most pleasant people I was ever around. I loved going to her house and spending time with her. Grace (Vargason) Persons.

I remember my oldest sister, Myrtle Imogene, with the fondest memories. Myrtle took care of me alot when I was young, as our Mother and sisters worked outside and were very busy. She was like a second Mother to me.
Myrtle married Richard Whiting when I was only 4 years old, but I have a slight memory of the day. They lived in Clitherall, Minnesota after they got married, and I soon knew how lonesome I was for Myrtle. In turn she missed me also and so I spent a lot of time at their home, which I'm sure Richard didn't enjoy near as much as Myrtle and I did. He was so good and had so much patience with me, I soon learned to love him just as much as I did Myrtle. I spent many happy times there.
In the hot summer Richard worked in the fields, and when he came in we would all go down to the lake and go swimming. This was always something I looked forward to. I don't recall how Myrtle and I spent all of our days...only that we cooked, cleaned and took a lot of walks in the woods. It was all fun for me. When I was older and school came along, that ended my long visits, but I always went back in the summer whenever I could.
After Vernon was born he was our pride and joy, as he lived close and could come and visit Grandpa and Grandma Vargason quite often. We enjoyed him so much, as we did all of the grandchildren when they came to visit.
I went several times after I was married and Karlene was born, to stay a few days with them. I'll never forget the scalloped potatoes and cream chicken that Myrtle used to make. She always took some to Church on Sunday for our lunch.
Richard and Myrtle came several times to visit Bob and I when we lived in St. Paul, and were always so welcome. We would take them for rides, and one day we went to Taylor Falls on the St. Croix River. We took a boat ride, and how Myrtle enjoyed that ride.
Myrtle always carried candy and gum in her purse to give to the children, and how she loved them. When she passed away it was kind of like my second Mom leaving me. She was my angel here on earth, and I've always missed her. Irene (Vargason) Tigges.

As you can see from the preceding accounts, my Mother was a very special person. The lives of everyone she touched were better for having known her. I could never have asked for a better set of parents to grow up with.
I'll try not to take up a lot of space, but want to share a few of my own memories of her. I never knew my mother when she wasn't crippled, but it never seemed to bother her. I'm sure that it must have at times, but she never let it show. Naturally there were several incidents that took place in her life as a result of this condition...some humorous and some not. I'll try and relate a few of them.
At Dad's insistance, my Mother learned how to drive, but not well. Because of her partial paralysis, she was never able to handle a car like she should have. However, Dad wanted her to be able to go into town for him while he was working long hours in the fields, so she did her best. I always got to ride with her and sometimes this made for some very interesting trips.
I recall one time when Dad sent her into Clitherall to drop the cream off at the Creamery. The Creamery was a long building with a door in the middle, and at each end there was a downspout off the roof leading to 2 large 30 gallon crocks that they used to catch rainwater in. Mom always took the back roads into town, and she made it fine till she started to pull the car into the parking space in front of the creamery. She couldn't get the wheel turned in time, and she ended up dead centering one of the big crocks, busting it into a thousand pieces. Needless to say, Dad ended up having to buy them a new crock.
Another time she had just gotten back from town and was going to pull the car into the garage (Dad had partitioned off one end of the machine shed that he used for a garage). As she pulled into the garage, she wasn't able to get her foot on the brake in time and she ended up taking the whole back end out of the machine shed.
There was a 90 degree corner in the road about a quarter mile from our house, and there was a low spot right on this corner. The soil was very sandy there and every time it rained the sand would wash down into this low spot, filling the corner up with several inches of sand. This made it very hard to control the car, as the sand would just push ahead of the wheels when you tried to turn, and It was even harder to get the wheels back straight after you got around the corner. As you can imagine, my Mother had a pretty rough time with this corner. When she would try to go around it, she didn't have enough strength in her arms to straighten the wheels back up, and she would invariably go right on around into the pasture, taking the fence with her. I don't know how many times Dad had to replace that fence, but it was a bunch. She finally got to where she hated to go tell him it had happened again, so she would send me on ahead to inform him of the bad news. He was always so patient with her and never seemed to get upset, no matter how many times he had to replace the fence. I suspect this was part of the reason he felt the need to teach me how to drive when I was only about 10 years old.
When I was about 10 or 11 years old, Dad bought Mom a pressure cooker to make it easier for her to do the canning. About the 2nd or 3rd time she used it, she apparently didn't get all the pressure bled off before she opened it, and it blew up in her face covering her with scalding water. She was badly burned and Dad was working in the field on my Grandfather's place...about 2 miles away. She told me I would have to run and get him as quick as possible. I ran out the door and the first thing I saw was the car setting there. Dad had been teaching me to drive, and I did ok with him by my side, but had never actually tried it on my own. Without giving it a second thought, I jumped in the car and took off...down through the woods, across the levee by the lake and out onto the fields at Grandpa's place. He sure was surprised when he seen me coming, but when I told him what had happened, he jumped in and raced home to take Mom to the doctor in Battle Lake. I drove the tractor all the time in the field, but that was the first time I had ever driven the car by myself, and I don't remember even getting reprimanded for it even though I took it without consent.
My Mother loved to ride, and so Dad always managed to find time about once a month to take us on a trip to a new place. He would set down with the road map and pick out a new route that we hadn't tried before, making sure that we could make it ok in one day. Then he would get up real early that morning and milk the cows and we would take off. Sometimes he didn't even plan it...we just took off driving to see where we would end up. We made trips almost all over the state at one time or another...Itaska State Park, Duluth, Bemidji, The iron mines, etc. You name it and we went there, and my Mother always had the time of her life. She would always pack us a lunch...usually ring bologna, cheese, crackers, etc. and we would find a place with park benches and eat our lunch, usually overlooking a lake or something else of interest. Then he would hunt up a Dairy Queen and we would get an ice cream cone for dessert. He always kept track of the time so we could make it back home in time to milk the cows and do the rest of the evening chores.
I could go on and on with stories I remember about her, but I have already written more than I intended to so guess I had better quit. She was a wonderful person and I loved her very much. Vernon Whiting.

!BIRTH :
MARRIAGE :
DEATH :
BAPTISM :
ENDOWED :
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BIRTH: Also shown as Born Deer Creek, Otter Tail, Minnesota.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Independence, Jackson, Missouri.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Deer Creek, Otter Tail, Minnesota.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Independence, Jackson, Missouri.

Notes:

MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married 27 Mar 1928MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married 27 Mar 1928

Other Events:

• FamilySearch Id: KG9N-S9R
• Death: 12 Jul 1956, Fergus Falls, Mn.
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

Notes:

!BAPTISM: Control F24963 #F6080960
ENDOWED: Control F03319 #F6080960
SEAL PARENTS: Control F05910 #F6080960

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota, United States.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Clitherall, Ottertail County, Minnesota.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Fergus Falls, Otter Tail, Minnesota, United States.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Fergus Falls, Ottertail County, Minnesota.

GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Julian Everson

Julian married Gentzler, Amy Louisa on 6 Sep 1905 in Venus, NE. Amy was born on 7 Feb 1886 in Fremont, Dodge, Nebraska; died on 22 Jan 1977 in Henning, Otter Tail, Minnesota; was buried in Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events:

• Fact 5: Clitherall, Mn.
• Death: 22 Jan 1977, Henning, Mn.
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

Notes:

!BIRTH :
MARRIAGE :
DEATH :
BAPTISM :
ENDOWED :
SEAL PARENTS :
SEAL SPOUSE :

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Nickerson, Dodge County, Nebraska.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Henning, Ottertail county, Minnesota.

Other Events:

• Fact 5: Clitherall, Mn.
• FamilySearch Id: L4NR-QV2
• Death: 28 May 1922, Clitherall, Mn.
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

Notes:

1850; Census Place: District 21, Pottawattamie, Iowa; Roll: M432_188; Page: 150; Image: 304.
1385/1385 Chauncey Whiting 29 Male Wagon Maker Ohio
Ann 30 fem Ohio
Isaac 08 male Illinois
Cornelia 06 fem Illinois
Warren 03 male Omaha land or Nebraska
Alonzo 01 male Iowa
Duvette 01 male Iowa
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1860; Census Place: Fisher, Fremont, Iowa; Roll: M653_321; Page: 130; Image: 171.
1006/909 Chauncey Whiting 42 male blacksmith 540/505 Ohio
Editha A. 42 fem Ohio
Isaac M. 16 male farmer Illinois
Camillia 14 fem Illinois
Warren 12 male Nebraska
Alonzo 09 male Iowa
Lurett 09 male Iowa
Chauncey 08 male Iowa
Editha A. 03 fem Iowa
Loisa 02 fem Iowa
1007/910 Almon Whiting 40 male Chair Maker 740/600 Ohio
Lucia 40 fem Ohio
1010/913 Sylvester Whitng 33 male Carpenter 600/215 Ohio
Rebecca A. 24 fem Ohio
Almon A. 04 male Iowa
Edwin E. 01 male Iowa
1013/915 Edmund Whiting 28 male Carpenter 300 Ohio
Augusta 20 fem Ohio
Florence 9/12 Iowa
1014/916 Francis L. 29 male wagon maker Ohio
Ann J. 29 fem New York
Emma L. 07 fem Iowa
Lucia L. 05 fem Iowa
Ella J. 02 fem Iowa
Arthur 4/12 male Iowa
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Household Record 1880 United States Census
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Name Relation Marital Status Gender Race Age Birthplace Occupation Father's Birthplace Mother's Birthplace
Chancy WHITTING Self M Male W 59 OH Tinsmith & Blacksmith CT CT
Editha A. WHITTING Wife M Female W 60 IA Keeping House OH OH
Lucy WHITTING Dau S Female W 15 IA At Home OH OH
Alfred WHITTING Son S Male W 17 IA At Home OH OH
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Lurett WHITING Self M Male W 31 IA Wagon Maker OH OH
Eleanor WHITING Wife M Female W 24 WI Keeping House NY NY
Cory Bell WHITING Dau S Female W 1 MN IA WI
Betsy BETTERSON Other S Female W 14 MN Servant SWED SWED
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Source Information:
Census Place Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota
Family History Library Film 1254628
NA Film Number T9-0628
Page Number 131B

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Name Relation Marital Status Gender Race Age Birthplace Occupation Father's Birthplace Mother's Birthplace
Edwin E. WHITING Self M Male W 21 IA Farmer OH OH
Louisa M. WHITING Wife M Female W 17 IA Keeping House PA MA

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Isaac M. WHITING Self M Male W 36 MO Wagon Maker OH OH
Sarah Jane WHITING Wife M Female W 36 OH Keeping House MA OH
Charles L. WHITING Son S Male W 13 MN At School MO OH
Emily WHITING Dau S Female W 11 MN At School MO OH
Addie WHITING Dau S Female W 8 MN At School MO OH
Nelson WHITING Son S Male W 5 MN MO OH
Carl WHITING Son S Male W 3 MN MO OH
Julian WHITING Son S Male W 1 MN MO OH

GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Isaac M .

1850; Census Place: District 21, Pottawattamie, Iowa; Roll: M432_188; Page: 150; Image: 304.
1385/1385 Chauncey Whiting 29 Male Wagon Maker Ohio
Ann 30 fem Ohio
Isaac 08 male Illinois
Cornelia 06 fem Illinois
Warren 03 male Omaha land or Nebraska
Alonzo 01 male Iowa
Duvette 01 male Iowa
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1860; Census Place: Fisher, Fremont, Iowa; Roll: M653_321; Page: 130; Image: 171.
1006/909 Chauncey Whiting 42 male blacksmith 540/505 Ohio
Editha A. 42 fem Ohio
Isaac M. 16 male farmer Illinois
Camillia 14 fem Illinois
Warren 12 male Nebraska
Alonzo 09 male Iowa
Lurett 09 male Iowa
Chauncey 08 male Iowa
Editha A. 03 fem Iowa
Loisa 02 fem Iowa
1007/910 Almon Whiting 40 male Chair Maker 740/600 Ohio
Lucia 40 fem Ohio
1010/913 Sylvester Whitng 33 male Carpenter 600/215 Ohio
Rebecca A. 24 fem Ohio
Almon A. 04 male Iowa
Edwin E. 01 male Iowa
1013/915 Edmund Whiting 28 male Carpenter 300 Ohio
Augusta 20 fem Ohio
Florence 9/12 Iowa
1014/916 Francis L. 29 male wagon maker Ohio
Ann J. 29 fem New York
Emma L. 07 fem Iowa
Lucia L. 05 fem Iowa
Ella J. 02 fem Iowa
Arthur 4/12 male Iowa

!SEAL SPOUSE :18 Apr 1990 PV Control F22897 #F5980143.

DEATH: Also shown as Died 22 Nov 1906

GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Isaac

DEATH: Also shown as Died Clitherall, Ottertail County, Minnesota.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Illinois, United States.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Lima, Adams, Illinois, United States.

BURIAL: Also shown as Buried Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota, United States.



!BAPTISM: Also shown as Baptized 5 Mar 1991, JRIVE.

!ENDOWMENT: Also shown as Endowed 14 Mar 1991, JRIVE.

!SEALING_PARENTS: Also shown as SealPar 16 Apr 1991, JRIVE.

Isaac married Talcott, Sarah Jane on 24 Dec 1863 in . Sarah (daughter of Talcott, Nelson A. and Whiting, Catherine Louisa) was born on 3 Aug 1843 in Nelson, Portage, Ohio; died on 21 Oct 1929 in Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota; was buried in Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events:

• FamilySearch Id: KG9F-Z79
• FamilySearch Id: LZ65-8VC
• Death: 21 Oct 1929, Clitherall, Ottertail County, Minnesota
• Record Change: 22 Apr 2001

Notes:

!SEAL SPOUSE: 18 Apr 1990 PV Control F22897 #F5980143
Ref 6010188 93 #00353-3 062 67.

GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Sarah Jane Jennie

!SEALING_PARENTS: Also shown as SealPar 13 Mar 1967, SGEOR.

DEATH: Also shown as Died Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota, United States.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Nelson, Portage, Ohio, United States.

BIRTH: Also shown as Born Nelson, Ohio, United States.

!BAPTISM: Also shown as Baptized 19 May 1966

!ENDOWMENT: Also shown as Endowed 8 Sep 1966, SGEOR.

GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Sarah Jane "Jennie"



GIVEN NAMES: Also shown as Sarah Jane Jennie

Notes:

MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married < Clitherall, Otter Tail, Minnesota, United States >.

MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married Manti, Ia..

MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married 1 Jan 1863

!SEALING_SPOUSE: Also shown as SealSp 20 Dec 1934, SLAKE.

!SEALING_SPOUSE: Also shown as SealSp 18 Apr 1990, PROVO.MARRIAGE: Also shown as Married Manti, , Iowa.