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Note: one seems to know why her name was changed later to Rose Pauline. Her sole surviving sister, Dilliard Iris Samuell (Sanwell) had no knowledge of this earlier name. Iris said that "Pauline" was in honor of Uncle Paul (Henry Paul Samuel, b.1886) who played a significant part in the lives of Rose and her sisters in their younger years. I, TRH, had heard mom say the same.
Perhaps the original "Sarah Rose" was to honor Sarah Abigail (Estep) Samuel, the mother of Rose's father Dillard Samuell, and Rosa (Jellenik) Marx , the mother of Rose's mother Gussie Marx. - TRH 2015
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<strong>The Illio</strong>, University of Illinois (Urbana-Champaign campus), Year Book 1931
The Gregorian Literary Society
Photo of Members includes Dale Samuell and Rose Samuell
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Cook County, Illinois Marriage Index, 1930-1960 (ancestry.com image):
Name: Rose P. Samuell
Marriage Date: 26 Mar 1937
Spouse: Thomas
Marriage Location: Cook County, IL
Marriage license: {F25F5ED5-BC7D-4452-BBA2-071BB4041E3E}
File Number: 1527167
Archive collection name: Cook County Genealogy Records (Marriages)
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From Mildred Marx Kidd as transmitted to me by her son, George. His e-mail address is gjkidd((at))worldnet(dot)att(dot)net - located in Oak Ridge, TN. Letter received 15 May 1997. Mildred is 96 years old:
"When Rose was a couple of years old the Samuell family moved from Braidwood to Wilmington, IL about 30 miles S.W. of Chicago. We had to take the Chicago and Alton R.R.
It seems we visited often. Rose was about two years old and she really got into things. They lived in a big house that had a beautiful mahogany banister with a brass lamp light embedded in the end. It was very well shined (because) Rose came down it all the time. One time, while Grandma Marx was there, She asked Aunt Gus, " Stop that child before she gets hurt". Rose retorted, "If it bothers you Grandma, close the door".
It must have been around Christmas and there must have been a beautiful Christmas tree and ornaments in the Bay Window. Now, there was the tree and not a needle or ornament on it. (Note: Something missing in this paragraph? -TRH)
She was old enough that her high chair was right up at the table. The family was having dinner and Rose saw something on the other side of the table that she thought she would like. She just got out of her chair, walked across the table and got it. Uncle Dillard said, "Upstairs, to bed and no supper." Of course, I lost my appetite. They had a big black lady that did the cooking and took care of the Doctor's house. I was excused from the table, went into the kitchen and there were two plates of supper. There was a stairway from the kitchen to the second floor. I was very quiet, took our suppers up and we had a ball. I'm sure the grownups knew that would happen.
Usually after lunch Uncle Dillard would lay down on a big horse hair couch they had in the second parlor. Rose would get on one arm (of the couch) and me on the other. All was peace and quiet until Uncle Dillard said, "I think I'll turn over" and we all went flying. Never got hurt.
He had a big machine in his office all in glass. We had to remove all jewelry, hairpins and then we sat in a big chair. He would turn it on and there was a long spark between two balls and then our hair was straight up. (TRH Note: High tech at the time. Harmless but very high voltage from a Tesla coil was falsely considered to have curative powers)
Uncle Dillard had a horse and buggy and sometimes he would take me along on a call. When he got home he said "I think we have a case of diphtheria". My mother went upstairs, packed and we were leaving. We didn't leave and I never got diphtheria. Uncle Dillard had a trunk upstairs and he would put his cloths in there to fumigate them.
He loved to hunt and had several hunting dogs. One day we couldn't find Rose. Someone looked in the back yard. The mother dog was standing outside (the pen) looking in. Rose was inside trying to feed the puppies with her bottle.
Someone left the lawn mower on the front lawn. Rose put her finger on the blade and one of the "Yellowhammers" (as your Grandmother called the other children) pushed the lawn mower and cut the tip of Roses' finger off. Uncle Dillard sewed as much as he could back on. (Note: Right index finger was intact but the nail grew in a down-curving direction -TRH)
Uncle Dillard rented a house on the Kankakee River. He took a great big beautiful ham to the bread baker. He put dough all over the ham and baked it for several hours. Them he rented a wagon and some horses to get it to the house. People, food , clothes, etc. rode in the wagon. The ham was on the front seat. As we went down a hill and made a sharp turn, off went the ham and the horse put his foot right through it. Since there was a Doctor in the house, he cleaned it all up and we enjoyed delicious ham.
We didn't go to Wilmington as much after Dale was born. Then Iris came along, Uncle Dillard died and Aunt Gus and the girls came to live with Grandma Marx (Dale Samuell Bodine estimates from 1919-1927) After the building was sold, Aunt Gus rented a flat on the South Side. Then they moved to Urbana. We had a car by then and drove down every now and then. After Rose and Dale finished College, they moved back to the south side of Chicago. Rose and I would go to the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago to dance. All the big bands played there. Afterward, she stayed at my house over night. We all were working by then so we did not see each other all that very much."
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From Tim Hopkins (Jun 2005):
"Aunt Iris, mom's younger sister, once said that "Rose was high spirited". That view sums it up rather nicely. Mom loved life and put plenty of energy into it. She was a great communicator and set high goals for herself and those around her. Earning a BA and MA degrees in Education, she devoted much of her career teaching children at the fouth grade level. She was repeatedly recognized, both by peers and her students, as an outstanding professional. Eventually, she became Vice Principal and was active in several California teacher organizations. In her long teaching career she had the unique experience of teaching the children of some of her earlier students.
After many years of tolerating my father's drinking problem, regularly accompanied by promises of reform and followed by disappointment, Mom obtained a divorce. I believe that while she still loved my father, she realized that needed a healthier future for herself and her children. During these difficult years and after the separation, Mom managed on the typical low salary of a grade school teacher. Her salary was supplemented by selling Readers Digest subscriptions (50 cents/subscription) and later as a part-time real estate agent. She managed her finances carefully and sacrificed personal needs to see her two children graduate from college. While she continued teaching, it was successful real estate work that brought her some long postponed and well deserved rewards: She bought a Cadillac convertible, a symbolic dream she had held throughout the lean years, and had her home professionally redecorated. Mom encouraged both her younger sisters to come to California and eventually they joined her in the San Francisco bay area. After nine years as a single person, mom married Phil Fillerup, a publicist and operating manager for a political lobby - the California Growers Association. Phil was an intelligent, articulate gentleman, somewhat traditional in his manner. He and mom enjoyed a great relationship centered around work and family for many years. Mom passed away from pancreatic cancer in 1986 after having battled the disease for several years. Phil later remarried and moved to the Los Angeles area where he resided until death in late 1999.
As youngsters, mom provided a supporting, healthy environment to my sister and me. Perhaps most valuable we were given unconditional love. There remain happy memories of our home in Redwood City, CA and, especially, our annual summer week vacation at Russian River which mom arranged - no matter what. As we eventually completed our education, got married and pursued rewarding careers, her active support and sound advice provided profound guidance.
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Interview from Iris Sanwell (Samuell), Sep 2009:
After graduation from College Rose got a job in Champaign teaching at a school for $1200 per year. Iris tells of one of mom's early accomplishments as an outstanding teacher: She had a particular student who was unruly and unmanagable in all his classes. After talking with him she discovered that he was unable to read and had covered that deficiency with aggressive behavior. Mom set aside special time to tutor this student and she taught him to read. That student later became a lawyer.
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California Death Index, 1940-1997 (Ancestry.com image)
Name: Rose P Fillerup [Rose P Samuel]
Social Security #: 361051398
Sex: FEMALE
Birth Date: 2 Oct 1909
Birthplace: Illinois
Death Date: 15 Jun 1986
Death Place: San Mateo
Mother's Maiden Name: Marx
Father's Surname: Samuel
Note:
A small mystery: When Rose was 7/12 years old and 10 years old she was recorded in the 1910 and 1920 census as "<strong>Sara Rose</strong>". See "Notes" of her parents for above census details. No
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