Martin & Zelda Capehart Genealogy Website

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Burton Photos

Indian Great Grandma -- 108 yrs. old (Identity unknown)

I think this may be Thomas & Catherine Burton, the parents of William Burton

This may be William & Mary Jane Burton, the parents of Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart

I'm not sure who this couple are. They may be Thomas and Catherine Burton and their daughters.

William & Mary Jane Burton with their sons, L to R: John, Lewis, William, William Burton, Elmer & Mary Jane.

Two of Sara Ann Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's brothers. Photo by Arkinson's Traveling Gallery

Richard "Dick" Burton, the husband of Artancy (Bradley) Burton and brother of Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart. Photographer, Collins of Rapid City, S.D.

Artancy "Tancy" (Bradley) Burton, Richard Burton's wife (he is Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's brother)

Thelma Burton, daughter of Elmer & Edna (Jones) Burton. Elmer was one of Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's brothers

Group photo -- John Ellis & Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart are on the left in back row, holding a book. On the right in back row may be John (Sara's brother), Mary Jane (Sara's mother), and Lewis & William (Sara's brothers). William, Sara's father, may be on the far right in 2nd row. Photo probably taken at Hermitage, Missouri, possibly on their wedding day. John & Sara are the parents of Ray Ellis Capehart.

Photo courtesy of Helen Vinson

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Photo courtesy of Debi Wophe' TwoFeathers-Reed

Photo courtesy of Debi Wophe' Two Feathers-Reed

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's brother is in this photo taken by F. W. Mueller Photo. I don't know which one he is or where this was taken.

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Thomas F. & Clarissa C. Reed (Burton) Wigant and their children, Laura, Sylvina, Albert & Edward

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Clarissa (Burton) Wigant, Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's sister

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Clarissa (Burton) Wigant with daughter Laura (Wigant) Plumb & Laura's family. Clarissa is Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart's sister.

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Venia & Violet Plumb with their grandma Clarissa (Burton) Wigant. Violet is May Bullard Stone's mother.

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Louise & May Bullard with their great grandma, Clarissa (Burton) Wigant

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Elizabeth "Lizzie" (Cougar) Burton, John Burton's wife. John was the brother of Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart.

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Lewis & Mary L. "Mollie" (Donavan) Burton with their children, Lola, Jane, Ruth and Rachel. Mollie died in 1910 and is buried in Dooley Bend Cemetery (south) Hickory Co., MO).

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

Lewis Burton with his 2nd wife, Jane (Pack) Burton. Lewis was the brother of Sara Elizabeth (Burton) Capehart. He was City Marshall of the city of Calhoun in Henry Co., MO in the 1910 US Federal census and Sheriff of Hickory Co., MO from 1925-1928.

Photo courtesy of Mary Bullard Stone

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Aunt Jane and Uncle Lou Burton

Fay Woodrome's memories

"Around 1935 or '36 my dad somehow got enough money together to buy a school bus. That was before the days when the school district owned them"

"When summertime came, the bus was parked. I don't know whose idea it was, but someone conceived the idea of using it as a camper, to go fishing in. Family members and friends pooled resources and we were off on a grand adventure.

"Aunt Jane and Uncle Lou Burton lived at Hermitage, Missouri, on the Pomme De Terre River...in an old log house. Today it would be termed a cabin. Though they didn't have much material wealth, there was always love and a warm welcome for us and any assorted friends we might bring along. Although they have been gone for 40 years, I well remember their jolly laughs and love of life and people. For many years he was sherriff of Hickory County and she cooked meals for the jail inmates. Everyone knew and loved them.

After a short visit, which usually included a big meal, Uncle Lou would take us to the bottom-land by the creek where he thought there would be the best camping and fishing. Oh, what joy! Daddy parked the bus under a big tree near the creek bank. As soon as camp was made, the men were off to fish and the women and children went swimming.

"For supper, the women fried the day's catch if there was one, along with fried potatoes and onions and assorted other camp food."

"Except for the mosquitoes, this was sheer heaven! This was before the days of "Off" and other sprays, so when darkness began to fall, the men built up big smoky fires to drive them away. We children chased lightning bugs and played hide and seek and other games through the twilight."

"When bedtime came, the women and children slept in the bus and the men camped outside, keeping the fire going all night long."

"The men usually went out at night, wading up the river with a seine, getting minnows for bait.. They also dug worms. They set "trot lines" and it was thrilling to hear their stories the next morning of the snake on one hook, or a tree limb that had broken because of the big old catfish that had got on the hook, and of course, got away, taking the limb with him."

"Uncle Lou always came during the day. He knew the river like the "back of his hand" and knew where to go to catch the big ones. Sometimes Aunt Jane came, and some of the other relatives. It was always fun to have company at the fishing camp. A big black coffee pot was always bubbling and they declared it was strong enough to walk, but they drank it anyway!"

In 1937 we went to Aunt Jane's for Thanksgiving. Cousins and inlaws came from far and near and we had a grand day. Late in the afternoon it began to snow, great large flakes, and it wasn't long till the gound was covered. Mother was thinking ahead to the next day when we would be leaving and said, "What are we going to do?" Dear Aunt Jane, with the wisdom of her silvery hair, said with her jolly chuckle, "Well, I guess we will just let it snow!"

"So, "we just let it snow." and somewhere in her humble little log cabin, she found beds for everyone and we awoke the next morning to a winter wonderland. Someone produced a sled and we kids, and I think some older folks, too, had a grand time playing in the snow. That remains one of my brightest and happiest childhood memories.

When I was about 12 years old, word came that Aunt Jane had died. We drove up on the day of the funeral. This was in the early '40's when a corpse was taken back to the home before the funeral. The little log house was packed with neighbors and friends who had come to pay their respects. The coffin filled one whole wall in the tiny living room and flowers were placed here and there around the room.

I was standing at the head of the casket against the wall, when suddenly the supports under the floor gave way, with all the extra people there, and the middle of the room sagged and the casket began rolling. It just about scared me to death, and I scooted out of there in a hurry!

Uncle Lou and the old house are gone now, too. So is the school bus and many of the friends who shared our good times."

Excerpts from "My Daddy's School Bus" reprinted by permission from the Fall 1984 issue of Good Old Days Specials, House of White Birches Publishers, Berne, IN 46711. www.GoodOldDaysMagazine.com

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