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Marriage: Children:
  1. Mildred Parker: Birth: 22 MAY 1910. Death: MAR 1986 in Little Rock, Pulaski, Arkansas

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  3. Walter Parker: Death: 5 JUL 1915 in Little Rock, Pulaski, Arkansas


Sources
1. Title:   Pritchard Family.doc

Notes
a. Note:   N495 The following is her biography written in the front of one of her books. "Representative Poetry of Arkansas" by Gertrude Pritchard Parker, published by The Scroll Press, Houre, Oklahoma. Copyright 1931, by E.A. Townsend. "Gertrude Pritchard Parker, the daughter of Luther C. and Belle Sanders Pritchard, was born and reared in Arkansas. Her childhood was spent on the farm, where, in the public schools, she received her education. She inherited her love for writing from her maternal grandfather, Edward Livingston Sanders, one of Arkansas' early settlers. Mrs. Parker's poems have gained wide publication. On several occasions they have been broadcast over KLRA. Under the nom de plume of Ami A. Nutt, her comic poems and prose appear in various newspapers and magazines throughout the Country. At present she is preparing a book of her work and hopes to have it ready for publication at an early date."
  The following is a poem by Gertrude.
  THE VILLAIN
  There is a little villain That in my house doth dwell The awful, awful thing he does, I'm sure my pen can't tell. He streweth many bread crumbs From the front door to the back, And with his purlioned hatchet My porch rockers does hack Mud that belongs in the alley My best rug dose adorn- Paint from the stairway railings From sliding has long been worn. There's a helmet in the parlor, An airgun in the hall, and in the drawer for linens, You will find a bat and ball, The towels are smeared and grimy, For he looks on soap with scorn. An airplane and a football On my best bed sojourn; A ship sails in the bath tub, Jam's on the knob of the door A sweater without its elbows Rests quietly on the floor A dog tied to the doorstep A row of cans on the fence, With chalk marks on the sidewalk, The mystery grows more dense I've searched the whole house over And at last the culprit's found With a pistol neath his pillow My villain's sleeping sound.


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