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Note: Custom Field:<_FA#> Social Security #: 232-20-7765Broderbund Family Archive #11 0, Vol. 1, Ed. 5, Social Security Death Index: U.S., Date of Import: Aug 2, 199 8, Internal Ref. #1.111.5.57232.52@@@@S089440@@@@ Custom Field:<_FA#> Last residence ZIP: 23111Broderbund Family Archive #110, Vol. 1, Ed. 5, Social Security Death Index: U.S., Date of Import: Aug 2, 1998, Internal Ref. #1.111.5.57232.52@@@@S089 440@@@@ [Broderbund Family Archive #110, Vol. 1 A-L, Ed. 5, Social Security Dea th Index: U.S., Date of Import: Aug 2, 1998, Internal Re. #1.111.5.57232.52] Individual: Davis, Hope Social Security #: 232-20-7765 SS# issued in: West V irginia or North Carolina Birth date: Nov 2, 1919 Death date: Aug 7, 1995 ZI P Code of last known residence: 23111 Primary location associated with this ZI P Code: Mechanicsville, Virginia This was written by Hope and edited by her b rother, Farran. It was her idea of "heaven". Mrs. Potter knew that she was fidgeting but she was so tired. Her headache was worse and her feet felt as if they belonged to a peg leg sailor. Several of the tour members had been e scorted through the double doors but not a sign of the Director. "Drat the m an" never around when he was needed! His vanishing act made Houdini seem to be a bumbler!Her thought rambled on. This marble hall was to stark. It co uld do with a bit of Gothic. As for the bench, it was down right cold but it was better than nothing. Mr. Assignment was pleased to be clearing the hall so rapidly when he realized he had miscounted and was short one escort. A h urried message to Orientation resulted in this communication. "Bob! I need one more!" "George, I don't have one more that is trained. I'll be able to free up a couple shortly as some new cameras are transmitting well." "That won 't do! I have this grim faced, beady eyed American female looking daggers at me! you know how they stand on their 'rights'. An 'Old Un' at that!" "Wel l George, you'll have to make do with LEAST UN then. He's just a beginner an d nowhere near ready." "Yeah! Let George do it. With nothing much in help, s end him. I'm desperate." So Least Un was plucked from the muddy pond where he was sailing his boat and getting very grubby. "Least Un, I know this is n ot going to be easy for you to handle since your training has barely started. The fact of the matter is that we need you NOW! Just do your best and when you aren't sure DO SOMETHING and above all keep your mouth Shut about things ." Least Un tried for a jaunty note as his shaking legs wandered toward Mrs. Potter. "Hi! Old Un, I'm Least Un, your guide." Mrs. Potter had watched thi s raggedy urchin approach with disbelief. She had almost gotten use to being last but this was the last straw. "Young man, my name is Mrs. Potter. Plea se address me as such." To herself she muttered that she hadn't known gold t arnished but these so called GOLDEN YEARS were all down hill. "Ok by me. Ar e you ready to split?" "If by that you mean, we should leave this Vali of Tear s, I'm ready to proceed." "Jeez, you sure talk good. just like my old teach! " Sadly, the thought occurred to Mrs. Potter that seeds of knowledge were of ten sewn on stony ground. However, if they were to be associated further she would do her best to change that. By this time they had entered another large hall draped with long robes and a flutter with huge wings. Least Un stopped and said, "Ok, take your pick." "What ever do you mean?" "Well Uh for the p arty tonight." Least un quickly improvised. "I'm much to tired for any kind o f a party and this charade is impossible. The wings are so old they are molt ing! If this is youridea of a joke it is not mine. i want to check into a private room WITH A BATH a good bed and have a rest." She was glad she remem bered the "with bath as these foreign countries so often felt a bath for each floor was sufficient. Since her luggage was n[tap.FTW] [Broderbund Family Archive #110, Vol. 1 A-L, Ed. 5, Social Security Death Index: U.S., Date of Import: Aug 2, 1998, Internal Re. #1.111.5.57232.52] Individual: Davis, Hope Social Security #: 232-20-7765 SS# issued in: West Virginia or North Carolina Birth date: Nov 2, 1919 Death date: Aug 7, 1995 ZIP Code of last known residence: 23111 Primary location associated with this ZIP Code: Mechanicsville, Virginia This was written by Hope and edited by her brother, Farran. It was her idea of "heaven". Mrs. Potter knew that she was fidgeting but she was so tired. Her headache was worse and her feet felt as if they belonged to a peg leg sailor. Several of the tour members had been escorted through the double doors but not a sign of the Director. "Drat the man" never around when he was needed! His vanishing act made Houdini seem to be a bumbler! Her thought rambled on. This marble hall was to stark. It coulddo with a bit of Gothic. As for the bench, it was down right cold but it was better than nothing. Mr. Assignment was pleased to be clearing the hall so rapidly when herealized he had miscounted and was short one escort. A hurried message to Orientation resulted in this communication. "Bob! I need one more!" "George, I don't have one more that is trained. I'll be able to freeup a couple shortly as some new cameras are transmitting well." "That won't do! I have this grim faced, beady eyed American female looking daggers at me! you know how they stand on their 'rights'. An 'Old Un' at that!" "Well George, you'll have to make do with LEAST UN then. He's just abeginner and nowhere near ready." "Yeah! Let George do it. With nothing much in help, send him. I'm desperate." So Least Un was plucked from the muddy pond where he was sailing his boat and getting very grubby. "Least Un, I know this is not going to be easy for you to handle since your training has barely started. The fact of the matter is that we need you NOW! Just do your best and when you aren't sure DO SOMETHING and above all keep your mouth Shut about things." Least Un tried for a jaunty note as his shaking legs wandered toward Mrs. Potter. "Hi! Old Un, I'm Least Un, your guide." Mrs. Potter had watched this raggedy urchin approach with disbelief.She had almost gotten use to being last but this was the last straw. "Young man, my name is Mrs. Potter. Please address me as such." To herself she muttered that she hadn't known gold tarnished but these socalled GOLDEN YEARS were all down hill. "Ok by me. Are you ready to split?" "If by that you mean, we should leave this Vali of Tears, I'm ready to proceed." "Jeez, you sure talk good. just like my old teach!" Sadly, the thought occurred to Mrs. Potter that seeds of knowledge were often sewn on stony ground. However, if they were to be associatedfurther she would do her best to change that. By this time they had entered another large hall draped with long robes and a flutter with huge wings. Least Un stopped and said, "Ok, take your pick." "What ever do you mean?" "Well Uh for the party tonight." Least un quickly improvised. "I'm much to tired for any kind of a party and this charade is impossible. The wings are so old they are molting! If this is your idea ofa joke it is not mine. i want to check into a private room WITH A BATH a good bed and have a rest." She was glad she remembered the "withbath as these foreign countries so often felt a bath for each floor was sufficient. Since her luggage was not at hand neither was the lysol to make sure of cleanliness. Least Un was puzzled as to what to do. Then he thought, "oh well, let he assignment work it out." Then they were at a massive oak counter with Mr. Assignment ready to assist. ] Mrs. Potter repeated her request for accommodation. "Certainly, Madame. if you wish just give me your proof of passage thru the previous stages, I'll be happy to help you choose your permanent abode." Mrs. Potter's patience and dignity were melting away with bureaucratic nit picking. Her ramrod straight figure tried to attain six feet instead of five. Thank goodness she had clung to her handbag thru all the unpleasantness of an emergency landing. in icy tones she said, "My good man, I did not plan to land in this God forsaken place. Nor do i wish for more than temporary shelter. I plan to book a flight onthe first plane to the United States. here is my passport with certificate and travelers checks. I assure you I'm not an alien from Mars,a mad bomber nor do I have kids!" she finished triumphantly. Suddenly a queenly person dressed in flowing blue caftan appeared. "Perhaps I can help." Mrs. Potter was mesmerized by the vibrant blue caftan which seemed toflicker with all the colors of the Rainbow. The Blue Lady continued, "We know that this land is not God forsaken but after your rude arrival it is understandable that you should feel so." Turning to the man at the desk she said in soft tones, "I will handle this if you don't mind." "No, my Lady, please do." As they went down a long hallway, Mrs. Potter faltered, "Are you English? I mean the desk clerk addressed you as My Lady?" "No, I'm not. I do speak many languages." With that they entered a luxurious suite far beyond Mrs. Potter's wildest dreams. "You are our guest for as long as you care to stay. my surprise is that your luggage has been found. it is always comforting to have one's own things. Now Least Un is just next door if you should need him. Get into your night wear and i shall tuck you in." Mrs. Potter was soon ready when an idea came. "If I could request another favor, you know Least Un is a nice boy and I don't think he should be running around in that ratty old gown. If you would direct me to a department store tomorrow I would like to outfit him as a cowboy.No holster or gun of course, too much the wrong idea." "It will be arranged. Now sip this beverage. it will relax you." Mrs. Potter obeyed. A look of surprise was followed by, "This is divine!" "Yes. A speciality of my Son." Mrs. Potter slept. In the morning, having dressed, Mrs. Potter called Least un who came bounding into her room in his new clothes. "Jeez-thanks Mrs. Potter, I've never had no money for this." Heavens! Double negatives! Well she would certainly have to work onthat. Least un rushed on, "Our Lady has arranged a picnic, hot dogs and chips and soda and cake with chocolate icing and I ain't never...!" "I'm sure you mean that you have never been on a picnic." "Yesm-but you sure have a funny way of talkin." "Touche." "Huh?" The picnic site was under huge old trees bordered by a lush meadow glowing with many wild flowers. "This is such a beautiful place. It would be heavenly if only there was a brook or river." Least Un lead her thru the trees to a chuckling stream. "It looks so strange. Is it because of pollution?" asked Mrs. Potter. In dignity, the reply came, "That there is the river of milk and honey!" Then he realized his mistake and muttered, "Tourists like it." At the bewildered look Mrs. Potter gave him he added, "When we have any." After several days of relaxation Mrs. Potter began to long for something more stimulating. She questioned Least Un about theatres, museums, libraries, lectures, to no avail. at his blank look she asked him, "Well how did you fill your days before you became a guide?" He brightened. "Sailed my boat on the pond." "That's all?" "I never had no..." "I understand." she hastily said, determined to block another doublenegative. "Is there someone we can ask?" "Maybe at the desk." On their return she approached the now frostily correct Mr. assignment who greeted her each time as though he had just eaten an unripe persimmon. for some reason it made her feel as though she had pushed ahead of the line at a check out counter. Now he answered her query in an Arctic blast. "That will be room 245, Madame." and turned away before she could askdirections. Oh well, I guess I can just wander around until I find it, she thought. In fact i might just stumble on a gem. Accordingly the next day she roamed the halls and slipped into room 245 which was filled with earnest looking individuals. after a lengthy lecture ended she realizedthese were scientists. so she edged out. in quick order she ruled out astronomy, philosophy, religions and Theory of Evolution. it was so discouraging trying to find one's level. at the end of this hall adoor was open and the laughter was waiting. Timidly she glided in tosee a throng of exuberant men and women milling about the huge room. there were easels, palettes, brushes, sculpture tools-marble, clay and i began to recognize faces. I breathed in the intoxicating scent of turpentine, musty-like dust of marble and clay. Tongue tied, she stood rooted to the floor, watching and wondering. Had Degas' sight been restored or Rodin's? Van Gough..... A man strode forward-oh it had to be Michelangelo! "Welcome," he boomed. "Come in further-come in!" "But, but..." Mrs. Potter quivered, IM, just very amateur. i don't belong here." "Love art do you? That's all that's needed. Come, let me show you my new creations. I'm not confined to ceilings now! It's time to doa sunset and you can help me. Here, take this small pinch of Crimsonand release it slowly in the breeze. see how it spreads across the sky! My new apprentice." "Oh Dear God...Thank you...! This really is Heaven!" HOPE H DAVIS [Search for this name at Ancestry.com] Request Information (SS-5) SSN 232-20-7765 Residence: 23116 Mechanicsville, Hanover, VA Born 2 Nov 1919 Last Benefit: Died 7 Aug 1995 Issued: NC/WV (Before 195) Hope DAVIS Birth Date: 2 Nov 1919 Death Date: 7 Aug 1995 Social Security Number: 232-20-7765 State or Territory Where Number Was Issued: West Virginia North Carolina Death Residence Localities ZIP Code: 23116 Localities: 1920 United States Federal Census Record about Thomas Helmick Name: Thomas Helmick Age: 54 years Estimated birth year: abt 1866 Birthplace: West Virginia Race: White Home in 1920: Parkersburg Ward 4, Wood, West Virginia Home owned: Own Sex: Male Marital status: Married Relation to Head of House: Head Able to read: Yes Able to Write: Yes Mother's Birth Place: Virginia Father's Birth Place: West Virginia Image: 906 Helmick, Thomas head 54 m b WVA agent labor construction Sada M wife 45 b WVA can't read M daughter age 25 Thomas son 7 Farran son 26 b WVA machinest rr Wilma 18 wife b WVA Hope son 2/12 b WVA 1930 United States Federal Census [Print] Viewing records 1-1 of 1 Matches Helmick, Hope Age: 10 Year: 1930 Birthplace: Roll: T626_2558 Race: Page: 5B State: West Virginia ED: 14 County: Wood Image: 0310 Township: Parkersburg Relationship: Daughter
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