Clarksville Friends

Here’s a lovely photograph of my Great Grandmother Mary Brown holding on to her friend Leota Nyswaner of Clarksville, Pa. I'm guessing this photo was taken in the 1950s.

Leota was a dear lady who lived on Market Street, just a block from the home of Mary and her husband Isaac and my Grandparents Forest Vance and Ruth Brown Ross.

When we were young, my friends and I would visit Leota at her little house often. She would invite us in, give us treats, and tell us stories.

She told me about the day she sat with my Grandmother and helped deliver my father, Wayne Ross, who was born at home on August 13, 1942. She was very proud of this, but I was too young to think about asking any questions. Was she a midwife? Did my grandmother have a difficult time? Did the birth take a long time? Was my dad a big baby? Nope, I didn't ask a thing. I was about 7 years old, so I was probably thinking, “Wow, that’s interesting, Mrs. Nyswaner. May I have another cookie, please?”

I also remember the day Leota showed us a clock in her living room that didn’t work anymore. She said that when her husband died the clock stopped at that exact moment and it never worked again. We were pretty impressed by this; extremely impressed. (If someone steps forward to dispute this I will choose not to believe them.)

Anyway, enjoy this picture of two friends from Clarksville standing by a waterfall. You’re welcome.

My paternal ancestral line to Mary Balsis Brown:

1. Randi Lee Ross

2. Forrest Wayne Ross

3. Ruth Elaine Brown

4. Mary Balsis Brown

by Randi Ross Marodi - randileeross@gmail.com

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