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Note: 1860 Richland Twp, Wapello county, IA Census: George M Crist, age: 2 years, birthplace: Iowa, page: 59 George was a surveyor on a new railroad project in California. His family lived in a box car at the site. Marriage record: https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/V2DL-96K 1900 Liberty Twp, Schuyler county, MO Census: https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M3DX-53C Household Gender Age Birthplace head Geo M Grist M 42 Iowa wife Constance M R Grist F 42 Mo son Walter W Grist M 19 California son George H Grist M 18 California daughter Mary E Grist F 16 California daughter Blanch Grist F 10 Mo daughter Ruth M Grist F 8 Mo son Edwin W Grist M 2 Mo 60th Wedding Anniversary, by Blanche (Grist) Summers: In 1880 on October to be true, a couple was married in Tippacanoe. Constance Farrell was her name and so shy to be kissed, And the man so ambitious his name was George Grist. To the west they did try a fortune to make, Each place they took over they had to forsake. In California, Colorado, and Kansas all three, They lived and existed on a very small fee. But Missouri was best their home to attain, They had three extra to feed now, whom they brought back by train; Walter, George, and Mayme, two lads and a lass, Were born in the West as time had gone past. After coming back home and settling down, Blanche and Ruth came along while they still lived in town. Now with this big a family George said farming was best, So they bought them a farm where they lived as a test. To find work and make a living was all that they asked, But with this big a family it sure was a task. On this farm there appeared a curly head lad, The last of the Grist's and a dinger by gad. When they all got around that table to eat, The food vanished so quickly as well as the meat. Soon George, he and Constance, to town they moved back, These youngsters to educate, that too was a fact. George could only be satisfied when he's moving around, But Constance put her foot down, this time on the ground. She said now "a rolling stone gathers no moss" Which grieved George so much, for it showed who was "boss." Here they lived, raised their children, 'til they all found their homes, They again settled down, no longer to roam. And this day in 1940, sixty years have just gone by, They are celebrating, royal only one has broken the tie. They are all home talking, eating in a grand old way, With their children, grandchildren, and great grand ones too, today. We hope that we can put them ten more years upon our list, For there's no home quite like the home of George and Connie Grist. Gravestone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=46474649
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