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Lillie Williamson
Born>7/3/1879 Died 11/19/1966
My Mother died when I was only 4 years old and it was my Grandmother Lillie that took care of me from age 4 until I was 17.  I will be eternally greatful to her.  She was my mothers mother and mine as well. When I think back of all the people in my life, she holds a special place in my heart.  I have nothing but good memories of her.  Her sweetness, kindness, and caring will never be forgotten.
 Words of Phyllis A. Peterson (Hunt)
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Charlie Campbell
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>A Very Special Tribute <
Growing up with my Osage Grandfather
The following is a poem I wrote in response to a request by my good friend and brother, Red Heart, who asked if I would like to place anything on the "Ancestor's" page which can be found as part of his homepage.
My Grandad
...My Grandad was an Osage Indian, though at the time I never knew;
                   no one ever brought it up, or seemed to even care,
              seems like then he was busy workin', while I was too, in school.
          ...I remember though, he made the time for me, when no one else would;
                 with his words of wisdom and special food for thought,
                he started me on this road of life, the very best he could.
           ...When my dad went off to Vietnam, it was just the "old man" and me;
        so he got me a dog, and bought me a horse, and then he taught me how to ride.
               He taught me how to love all things and treat them carefully.
           ...He said "All living creatures, both big and small, are capable of love."
           He laughed and said this meant my dog, my horse, the grass and trees,
           then he explained how all things were made by the caring hands above.
              ...I Loved this man, and I knew this time was special even then;
                 and I was only nine years old, I guess he was sixty-four,
       but even though I was young and him so very old, he was forever my best friend.
          ...Ain't it funny how some things come back, just when you're in the mood?
                I was sittin' down eatin' potatoes, baked in a butter sauce,
            when suddenly it occured to me, "Shoot! This was his favorite food!"
          ...Though I sometimes wish that there could be, there are no photographs;
                all I have are memories from the time we spent together.
         But, it's just as well, 'cause that's all I need to dream of times we never had.
        My Grandad © C.W.Campbell 1998...
    I miss you Grandpa.
 Now it's very hard to finish this page with tears in my eyes, but for those of you who came here by way of Red Heart's Ancestor's Page, and are ready to return there, just click on his name and you're on your way. And Thanks so much for stoppin' by...
 If you would like to visit some more of this site, just Click Here and I'll be glad to show you around the unofficial Osage Nation Homepage.
  If you came in through my "Frontpage", and are ready to go on, A Click Here will get you to the next page.
  Thanks to my loving wife, without whose patience, care, and endless editing, this site would not have been...
   And A Special Thank you to my Friend & Brother, Red Heart, for inspiration and a lending of courage that I'll need to see my quest to it's end.  ...I may call on you often, my Friend...
Words of © C.W.Campbell 1998...
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JENNIE CANADY BLANKS
BORN DEC. 24, 1898-DIED NOV. 24, 1995
SHE IS MY DOUBLE AUNT.  MY MOTHER'S SISTER AND FATHER'S BROTHERS WIFE.  MY MOM'S MOTHER DIED WHEN SHE WAS 3 YEARS OF AGE.  AUNT JENNIE WAS 12 AT THE TIME.  SHE RAISED MY MOTHER.  SO SHE WAS AS A GRANDMOTHER, AN AUNT  AND MUCH MORE TO ME.  SHE IS ONE OF THE SWEETEST AND MOST RELIGIOUS PERSON'S THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN.  SHE WAS A TEACHER AS A YOUNG LADY, A MOTHER AND A FRIEND TO ALL. SHE RAISED 4
CHILDREN OF HER OWN AND MANY OTHERS WHO NEEDED A HOME OR A PLACE TO LIVE.  SHE OPENED HER HOME AND HEART TO ALL.  IF I HAD TO SELECT ONE PERSON TO PATTERN MY LIFE AFTER IT WOULD BE HER.  SHE HAD A VERY HARD LIFE.  THERE IS NOT ENOUGH WORDS TO EXPLAIN HER GREATNESS.
MY TRIBUTE TO AUNT JENNIE WRITTEN BY ME:
IF  THERE’S EVER BEEN AN ANGEL ON EARTH
If there’s ever been an angel on earth,
I know that it was YOU.
For your life has been a tough one,
All your years thru.
I remember all the times we’ve shared,
Some were good and some were sad.
But you accepted everything,
Whether good or bad.
I can’t even remember seeing you
When you were even mad.
You opened you home and your heart
To all who needed shelter.
Your advice to everyone was,
“With God it would be better”.
You were a light and let it shine
For all of us to see.
That God is there in the darkest hour
To light the path for thee.
If there’s ever been an angel on earth,
I know that it was YOU.
For Aunt Jennie you took the place of
A grandmother I never knew.
God must have needed an angel for Christmas,
And he selected you.
We love you and we’ll miss you,
But we’ll keep you in our hearts.
With such precious memories,
We could never part.
If there’s ever been an angel on earth,
I know that it was YOU.
JANE BLANKS BARNHILL
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Dedicated With Much Love To The Life & Memory Of

J.T. Yandell (1900-1980)
 
"We Will Be Known Forever By The Tracks We Leave"
(Dakota Proverb)
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