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| Birth: | 30 Mar 1899 in Northumberland, Northumberland, PA |
| Death: | 8 Jul 1986 in (87 yrs) Sparta, Alleghany, NC |
| Sex: | F |
| Father: | Harry Edwin WALKER b. 19 Jan 1872 in Northumberland, Northumberland, PA (Friday) |
| Mother: | Grace Darling EPLER b. 10 Oct 1873 in Point Twp, Northumberland, PA (Friday) |
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| Christening: St. Johns Lutheran Church, Northumberland, PA |
| Burial: Sanford, Lee, NC |
| Occupation: homemaker - teacher - artist |
| Education: Bloomsburg State Teachers College |
| Religion: Lutheran |
| Changed: 12 Jan 2004 |
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I have multible pictures of Leanora
Memories of Childhood, written by Leanora Nelson Walker Simons, 1979.
I remember, we lived in a house on mid Queen Street down stairs in back & bedrooms up front of Mr. Roseman's cigar store. We had a big back yard that went back to the alley. My father had a big stable for his horses 4 to 6 head of big
work horses & one beautiful sorrel mare named Lena. There was room for hay and his lumber wagons, 4-6 to 8 wheels - single tree - long enough to carry telephone poles. There was a corn crib too. My brother Edwin fell through the trap door
where hay was pushed down from above - he caught his chin on a nail & had a bad tear under his jaw. The yard had all kinds of pet cages in it. He would bring young animals in from the woods. We had a racoon - it finally died & every time my
brother went out the "big boys" would say in sing-song "Who fed the coon carpet tacks." There was a cage with white mice & baby mice. There was a huge wire net squirrel cage 6ft. high traipse hanging a wheel that turned as they ran on it &
boxes for them to hide. A hunting dog named King was chained to his dog house, Mother didn't like dogs. The back of our yard was opposite May Burrs house. This was a huge white house that used to be an Inn where the stage coaches stopped. May went to Bucknell University, but became unbalanced when her beautiful white horse died, she had
its tail cut off and wore it around her neck on a chain. She began to dress in long flowing robes as in Bible times, she wore veils made out of cheese cloth over her head and face - nothing was exposed - she walked in the middle of the roads -
no one would touch her when purchasing anything - she would extend then drop her hand so no contact was made. She painted her beautiful old house by sitting on the window sill & and as far as she could reach in all directions. People thought
that she was starving her Mother and she heard about it and almost killed her by stuffing bananas down her throat. I remember her Mother, a skinny little old lady dressed in black with tiny yellow sprigs of roses on material. The "big boys"
used to torment May by running sticks along her white picket fence. It enraged her and she would chase them with a butcher knife. I was born in one section of the big sprawling house, but don't remember living there. Speaking of the "big boys," Edwin was playing marbles one day -- I happened to go to the barn one day and noticed a cage of 'quina hens' dead, that Ed was supposed to feed & water, so I ran over to the marble game screaming "Ed, Ed, the
quina's dead" the boys teased him by singing that for a while after. In that house I remember I was about 5 years old on my knees backward in a small rocking chair - I rocked to hard and went over backwards and caught my chin on the spout of the coal-oil can.
I also remember my sister Nina was cleaning up next day after July 4th, she made a big fire and tossed all the wrappings from the fire crackers in it they blew up and she was badly burned, her hair, eyelashes and face, she later looked
like a bandaged mummy on the couch. It was while we lived there that my younger sister Marge - maybe 4 or 5 years old - had a bad fall backwards and fell on a plow share & struck her spine. She was a cripple, it took years of leg braces, a high chair that could go up and
down, with wheels - & osteopath treatments by a Dr. Richardson (lady doctor) in Danville, PA, 12 miles away. Toward the when I was about 10 years old, my Mother used to put the two of us on the D L & W train to make the trip to Danville at 10
o'clock, I was scared to death because we had to go along a full block with an eight foot solid board fence between the side walk and a banging clanging iron works. By this time my father was owner & running my grandfather Walker's Hardware store. We moved across the street into the old Dr. McKay house, the thing I remember there was that I was at the sink getting cereal for breakfast, when there was
a terrible explosion and the house shook! It was an explosion at the Van Allen Mill about a block away - several men were killed. My father then built a house onto the hardware store, between the store and the McKay house, about 3 feet
between the two houses. Evidently there was no zoning laws. We had a nice front porch right on the sidewalk. We had a nice backyard, the store was open to the next street in back so it wasn't to bad. The house was lovely inside. Being in
the lumber business, Dad cut his own light and dark oak. We had parqued floors in the front rooms and the stair way - arches, etc. hall, service entrance through kitchen. Upstairs we had wall to wall carpeting, I know because in the spring I
was given a can and a tack puller to sit on the floor and pull tacks so the carpet could be taken out and put on the closeline and be beaten with a carpet beater by my father or brothher. There was always a roll of padded paper that had to be
put under the carpet to make it softer to walk on. In that house we had our first bathroom (commode seperate), Hot water steam furnance, and telephone in store. There was a connecting door from house to store. This is the house where I
remember we had the beautiful electric table lamp (Pairpoint) with the painted roses & butterflies inside the shade, on a library table. This would have been around 1907-08. One of my jobs was to wash down the back stairs each week. I
remember asking if I could do it twice each time, then do it every two weeks. The back stairs came down into the dining room - we used them all the time - the front staircase came down into the second living room - had a nice little loveseat
at the bottom turn.
In 1946, in Sanford, NC, Leanora became the first Welcome Wagon Lady of that town.
Leanora did not like the humid weather of the piemont section of NC, she moved to the mountain community of Air Bellows Gap, NC near Sparta, in 1958. While here she pursued her goal of becoming an oilist, painting many wildflowers of the area,
she also designed and hand hooked wool rugs, of which each of her grandchildren have one.
died of congestive heart failure.
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