Claude U. PARKER
was born on 20 Apr 1887 in Phillips, Glade, Kansas. He resided at on 22 Dec
1935 in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He died on 25 Nov 1954 in Colorado Springs,
El Paso, CO. He was buried on 29 Nov 1954 in Evergreen Cemetery, Colorado Springs,
El Paso, Colorado. Parents: Charles Zacharia "CZ"
PARKER and Sarah Jane BARB.|
He was married to BEVANS.
Corey Michael PARKER (Private). Parents: Jerry Lee PARKER and Sharon Lee CARR.
David PARKER Parents: John PARKER and Sarah A. MCCAHA.
David Lee PARKER (Private). Parents: Terry Lee PARKER and Joann TUREMAN.
Delbert Lee PARKER (Private). Parents: Ardie Golden PARKER and Cora May ELLIOTT.
Diana Lynn PARKER
Edith May PARKER was born on 18 Dec 1909 in Marvin now Glade, Phillips County, Kansas. She died on 18 Mar 1943 in Denver, CO. Parents: Ardie Golden PARKER and Cora May ELLIOTT.
was married to Truman Edward WILLIS on 2 Sep 1926
in Milliken, Weld County, Colorado. WILLIS-PARKER
Edmund PARKER Parents: Sir Henry PARKER and Lady Grace NEWPORT.
Edward PARKER Jr. was born on 25 Oct 1921 in Johnstown, Weld, CO. He resided at in Santa Monica, Los Angeles, CA in 1923. He died on 23 Nov 2002 in Paradise, Butte, California. He was an Owner; Paradise Garbage Company; Owner;Ed's Mobile Station in Paradise, Butte, California. He was described as 6'3", Dk brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, barrel chested, good athlete, story teller, great with kids. Ed was physically very strong, caring, dedicated to family, extended family, all mankind . Ed has a sly sense of humor; His knee is the best ride in town, and he can wiggle his ears! He resided at in Paradise, Butte, California. He Ed Parker, Memories 1. Notes to Edward Junior Parker
Written by relatives of Ed Parker by birth, adoption, or marriage.
From Patti (Parker) Davis, Niece of Ed Parker
Uncle Ed always fascinated me because he was my Dad's big brother. "The only one who could best me, "my Dad would say; and I thought my Dad was unbeatable! I remember being fascinated that the gas station that Uncle Ed owned in Paradise, CA was never locked, nor the house or the car. The horses and walnut trees were a wonder to a city kid like me. Uncle Ed, like all of my Uncles, is a jokester and always has a story to tell. As kid--I'm not sure I believed them all. Seems like he was always doing something but never too busy to stop and talk with you. Nothing seems to bother him, yet you know he's faith is strong. He loves deeply and has the courage to make new beginnings. Love you Uncle Ed
From Douglas Haymore II, Grand Nephew of Ed Parker
I've not had the opportunity to know Uncle Ed as well as most in the family have. Maybe that's why I was touched by his showing such an interest in me and my life. Uncle Ed has, from the first moment that I met him, taught me a lot about what real class is. He's been warm, kind, and gracious. He's thrown his arms around me as if I'd been climbing up on his lap since I was a toddler. He seems to personify those character traits held up as the ideal of times past. I've learned more from my limited observations of Uncle Ed and his siblings than through any Rockwell painting about what was, and is, or can be, so remarkable in the American ethic. In the scenes painted by the Parker clan one sees how a love of God, family, and country translates through the actions of people and blesses the person and all they touch. It seems character was the goal of their rearing and that Uncle Ed and his sister and brothers scored the goal. With Love, Douglas S. Haymore II
From Janet (Parker) Holiday, Daughter of Ed Parker
I wonder how many of you know about Dad's star studded past? In the early 70's Dad worked for the Bel Air patrol, a private police force that guarded some of the most beautiful and famous estates in the world. Did you know that he used to be a Barbara Streisands body guard? Many mornings he had coffee with Edgar Bergen, and in the evenings watched the Dean Martin Show with Dean Martin. He also used to look after the Jackson Family and shot a lot of hoops with Michael and his brothers. I remember him telling me about a party where he was security guard, screening the guests at the door and even he was star struck. It was after the academy awards the year that Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid came out. Paul Newman and Robert Redford were there of course, and Dad spent a lot of time outside telling Burt Bacharach all about his daughter who sings! Everyone big in pictures that year was there, but Dad was most impressed when he got to meet John Wayne. The summer I turned 14 I went to visit Dad. He was working as body guard and chauffeur for Mr. & Mrs. Baker of Baker Industries. They owned Bel Air Patrol (along with most of Wells Fargo and a big chunk of TWA). The Baker's were in Europe that summer and one of Dad's duties was to "exercise" their limousine. Imagine Dad in the front in his chauffeurs cap and a wide eyed 14 year old from Paradise, California in the back seat of a stretch cruising Beverly Hills! We even went to "I Magnin" and parked right in front in a parking space permanently reserved for that limo only. I'm sure my mouth dropped open when the doorman escorted us in, even though I was doing my best to act like I did this all the time. What an unforgettable experience for a young country bumpkin. Dad has all the qualities that make a fine police officer, and a wonderful Dad. His compassion, warmth, integrity and passion for justice are just a few of those qualities and I am grateful to him for instilling them in his children. I am also so grateful to him for passing on to us his sense of fun! Oh, let's not forget, another reason he made a great cop, as we all know (some from personal experience) the man could intimidate God! (sorry Dad).
From Linda (Parker) Koptak, Niece of Ed Parker
Darkness and a parental summons brought us into the house. We reluctantly abandoned our tree-to-tree-rope-swinging play in the backyard. Our group of cousins then assembled in the Paradise living room, and we were instructed to sit in a circle-some in chairs, on the sofa, some on the floor. Darkness had also settled in the house through windows. Without lights, the room had an eerie, twilight atmosphere. Our parents stayed out of sight, but peeked in through several doorways. I was on the floor at someone's feet. All assembled, Uncle Ed came in and joined the circle, he, sitting on the edge of a dinning room chair. Then, leaning forward, he began the ghost story. "Now, kids, I'm going to tell you a story about something that happened just awhile ago and not too far from here..." I admit, though, that I do not remember the story line. It could have involved a horrible accident, or a prison escape, or a murder. I do know that there was a ghost or an escapee involved, and that he was headed right our way. I also remember the feeling of being deliciously scared--not terrified--of the suspense and tension Uncle Ed created in the telling of that story. Wonderful stuff for a seven or eight year old. Rick was enlisted to man the sound effects on the roof of the house, directly above our assemblage into he living room. I don't know how he knew just when to rattle those chains and walk across the roof. It sure was effective though, and it pulled me right into the story. At times during the story my fears made me wish that I had chosen an older cousins's lap to sit on so that I could bury my face in the security of a bigger, less fearful, being. But, short of a continuous cringe and a few shrikes, I survived the story. Fear or not, you couldn't have dragged me out of the room after Uncle Ed's opening line. Thanks, Uncle Ed, for a wonderful memory of fun and play. You are admired for your example in life. With love, Linda Parker Koptak
From Melissa Lee, Granddaughter of Ed Parker
One thing I remember about Grandpa Ed from my childhood is the way he told stories. He used to come down to our birthday parties and Halloween parties and be the entertainment. Ask him about Abercromi. Boy could he tell stories! And he still can! Ask him to tell you the story Papoofnick sometime. The Halloween stories were complete with glow in the dark skeletons and thunder sound effects. Pretty cool to any kid. He used to have this invisible dog named Huh Uh. He had this stiff leash that looked like it had dog on the other end. I think Huh Uh still lingers somewhere in my closet. Another thing about Grandpa Ed is the way he wiggles his ears. He's the only one I know who can do it just right. If you see him, you should ask him to do it for you, It's cool! And when you stay at Grandpa Ed's house, you'll never starve. He always has cookies, soda, and a freezer full of fudge bars. And the best thing about Grandpa is that whenever you see him, you get the Biggest hug.
From Susan (Parker) Lee, Daughter of Ed Parker
If I had to describe my Dad I would say that he is a man of values, generosity, integrity, honesty. He is loving, helpful, kind, funny. A man of great strength and courage. From him, I got my nearly black hair (yes, it was nearly black once), blue eyes, my height and my sense of humor. Dad taught me the lessons of life through example. I was definitely a Daddy's girl. So many memories involve horses, maybe because that was a project dear to both our hearts and one we did together. Cleaning up manure, hauling hay, working on the the corral, shed and pastures-everything needed constant attention. It was a lot of work and a lot of fun. One day he was riding our horse Mouse. We didn't have enough saddles so Dad rode with a bareback pad. Unfortunately he decided to use the stirrups that came with it. But a bareback pad does not have a tree wand when Dad put his weight onto one side the pad slipped and he fell off Mouse. He broke several ribs and was in agony for weeks. As a kid I was just sorry that he fell off and hurt himself. As an adult, I realize that being self employed, he still had to work, broken ribs or not. What courage that took. One foggy, rainy night the horses got out. They got out because my smart aleck horse, Nipper, worked on the fence for several days and finally broke through. He had to do it on a horrible night of course. We finally found the three of them and were bringing them back into the pasture. Nipper decided that he wasn't ready to go home yet and pulled back. Dad popped him in the nose and bit his ear. Nipper decided to go quietly after that. I always appreciated the way Dad got up early and fed the horsed every morning. He never did get to ride too much, he was busy working to support us. He got to pay for the feed, shoes, equipment. He seemed to get great pleasure though in my enjoyment. We didn't have a lot of money and the horses must have been a huge drain on the family resources. Looking back I am so grateful that my parents were willing to do this for me. And best of all, let's talk about the Me, Max and the Chief stories. Dad is a natural storyteller. We heard them all the time. I think he started telling them to keep us quiet on car trips. I wish I could remember more. They were the greatest. He was always putting himself down as the dumb one. Max was strong, and Chief was smart. And the laughter. I can still hear it. Dad is still there for me. I am so grateful that he's my Dad.
From Nina Miller, Niece of Ed Parker
Dear Uncle Ed,
There are so many things I would like to express to you. Alas, you and I both know to perfectly express things of the heart is not possible on this earth. You have been in my life a relatively short time, but you have made a lifelong impact. I love you Uncle Ed The first thing I want to thank you for is the wonderful influence you have and on my husband for almost 50 years. You have always been a strong masculine role model, and you showed your tender-hearted "feminine side" long before the world knew men needed one, and hence coined the phrase. When Dad (Jack Mossel) was dying, I will never forget seeing a 75-year-old man, unassumingly, laying down flattened cardboard boxes on a garage floor. When ask what you were doing, you casually said "I am going to sleep here." You were, of course, making room for others to be in the house with no concern for your own needs. Your unspoken "love in action" was deeply moving to me. Sitting next to your dying best friend since elementary school, you looked up with tears streaming down your rugged face and gave the most Christ Like command. In almost a whisper you said "When he opens his eyes the first thing he has to see is one of our faces, he can't feel alone for even a second." You had spoken & Uncle Bob began pulling out a tiny notebook from his shirt pocket, & immediately began to make up a round the clock schedule. Many people have frequent visitors during the last days and hours. How many have never been left to open his eyes & feel alone for one second? I can not think of a greater honor anyone could ever be left to open his eyes & feel alone for one second? I cannot think of a greater honor anyone could ever bestow on another human being. Truly, Christ Like love that I will never forget and always be grateful to have witnessed. One evening after dinner in our home, we were speaking of World War II and I asked you, "Uncle Ed did you really think it was right to put America Japanese in prison camps? You solemnly bowed your head over your folded arms, with that huge barrel chest leaning on the table, and for several seconds sat silently. Looking up you said softly "I did at the time honey." That sincere quality of yours makes me feel like I could ask you anything and get an honest answer from you. I love you for that. I love knowing you are real and I can count on you being honest no matter what the answer is. One of the many great stories I have shared about "my husband's family", is arriving home one afternoon and driving in behind a "strange vehicle" in the driveway, then watching Uncle Ed get out. You just popped by unannounced, you took time to walk around and check out what the contractors were doing with the house and you were off! James was so jealous that he wasn't home to see you for those few minutes. I love that free spirit in you! The example that you are as a family member, caring for everyone and loving them with Christ like equality has made such an impression on me, my husband, and our children. You make me feel like there is always someone, at any hour, I could call for help. You have added so much goodness to my life Uncle Ed. Many, many lives are much, and will continue to be, better because you lived. I love you Uncle Ed! Nina
From Betty (Parker) Mossel, Sister of Ed Parker
To a very special brother, Ed Parker
What is a brother? Ed is a companion in whom you can confide. Ed is giving, supportive and always on your side. My brother Ed is a life long friend. In times of need he is always there. When we were children it is hard to imagine that, as brohter and sister, we fought & argued. Now the same brother & sister are very good friends & love each other so very much. I feel so fortunate to have a brother like you Ed! You are a very good Christian, a loving, kind and helpful person. You have helped me so much! You have a wonderful understanding of what I have been through. Ed you have given me so much support and helped me understand that God is there and I must put my faith and trust in Him. I couldn't be happier just knowing your are my best friend and brother. I love you very much. Love, Sis
From James Mossel, Nephew of Ed Parker
Top Ten Things I Love About Uncle Ed
10. How excited I would get when I heard he was coming over; Still do!
9. As a impressionable youth how well he treated my Mother, also has, and his mother (my Grandmother) with such great respect.
8. My father's best friend, my role model and hero.
7. If you were in trouble who would you call. My Uncle Ed!
If you closed your eyes and fell backwards..Uncle Ed would always catch you.
6. When my Father became ill who was there by his side, my Uncle Ed. As were all my Uncles and Aunts. It is a very secure feeling to have such a supportive family unit.
5. Who else would have the top of his finger chopped off, pick it up, drive himself to the hospital and have it sewn back on, good as new. My Uncle Ed.
What pain tollerance, never a whiner! Even with Aunt Mable's death he was strong but sensitive.
4. Who would call a kid "Moose" when he was not, and make that child feel bigger than the Santa Monica Mountains? My Uncle Ed.
3. Does Me, Mac & the Chief mean anything to anyone else? I would love to hear another episode or story. Or another practical joke pulled by or on Uncle Ed.
2. Taking time for others; his exampler of being a step-father and Grandfather. Taking a boy like myself fishing for the first time, and somehow catching all the fish in the ocean. I've never caught fish like that since and probably never will. When I was seventeen Uncle Ed was working at Bell Aire patrol, he would take me to work with him and really spend time with me. We would talk forever, with him helping em understand the difference between right and wrong. Coming to my athletic events, or taking an interest in my games (really an interest in me.) Always showing me the "Big Time" is where you are.
1. Being an example! Uncle Ed's strong belief in Jesus Christ. His example to me as a brother, father, uncle, husband and friend. I love you Uncle Ed, thank you for giving me the memories of a lifetime!
From Jessica Mossel, Grand Niece of Ed Parker
The two things I like and cherish about Uncle Ed are his stories and his smiles. He tells the greatest stories and his smile makes you feel so warm and comfortable. Love, Jessica
From Julie (Rolle) Mossel, Niece of Ed Parker
This doesn't really translate well, but it left a real impression on me. Once when discussing family member's wonderful traits, Randy Holiday's name came up. Husband of Uncle Ed's youngest daughter, Janet. Uncle Ed, with tears in his eyes, spoke very clearly and said, "He treats my little girl like a Queen!" It was so moving, to me as a daughter, to see the love he had for Randy because of the way he treated Janet.
From Kevin Mossel, Grand Nephew of Ed Parker
I just wanted to take a minute to express my love and appreciation for Uncle Ed. I want Uncle Ed to know that I love him. We have not seen each other as much over the years as I would like but I want him to know that I hold special memories of him in my life. In fact, I can think of three distinct memories that have helped me to feel loved as I was growing up. The first and most distinct is when he took me for a drive in his van around the block, except I got to drive. I was only eight or ten. It was my first driving experience and I had so much fun. It was like driving a semi truck on small narrow many years. I remember when he let me play on his garbage truck. We see them every day but how would it be for a kid to sit in one and pretend to operate the controls? Again, that was also a very happy memory. And last but not least, I will never forget Uncle Ed's ability to wiggle his ears. Thinking about it today, still makes me laugh, and reminds me to try and remember to ask him to do it one more time the next time we meet. I love him dearly and am grateful for the impact he has made in my life. My family and I think you are a special person that has exposed so much love and compassion to your entire family. Uncle Ed you are a caring, humble, sensitive, remarkable, and a spiritual person that I hope I will always be able to talk to and enjoy many more happy memories with. Love, Kevin
From Mike Mossel, Nephew of Ed Parker
I have many absolutely wonderful memories of my Uncle Ed. Growing up he, along with all of my Uncles, provided me with tremendous examples of integrity, family values and a strong work ethic. But beyond all the wonderful and fun memories that Uncle Ed gave me, the greatest gift was his great stories and memories of my Dad Uncle Ed was my Dad's best friend for sixty some odd years and probably knew him better than anyone with the exception of my Mom. From time to time Uncle Ed has related stories to me of my Dad's heroic acts in the Navy, and many examples of my Dad helping people and giving him (Uncle Ed) the treasure of a lifelong friendship that they both felt was irreplaceable. If anyone knew my Dad, you would know that he was a modest man who didn't toot his own horn very often. Without Uncle Ed, I may never have known the extent of my father's heroism, generosity and compassion. I short, my Uncle Ed gave my Dad the gift of a treasured friendship and he gave me the ability to know and understand my Dad much better. That is a gift that I will never forget.
From Bob Parker, Brother of Ed Parker
My memories of brother Ed, eighteen months older, and the fact that I was always third behind him and Jack Mossel recalled many stories and not all for publication. In retrospect they are fond memories. And built some character that wasn't possible without those two. No one attacked the Parker's and did nto get a response from us either verbally or in action. Those are fond memories. I was fortunate to be where I was in my station and thank God everyday for being the third member of the "Dirty Parker's" Love You Brother, "Herk" (Bob)
From Jackie Parker, Niece of Ed Parker
The story must be told--How Uncle Ed has a heart of gold
Even with his Maybelle gone--He brightens lives and carries on.
Visiting the homebound and the ill--And helping out the man named Bill.
Loving family and friends--And to those in need he gives and lends.
Monday night he's Football King--And into our house food he brings
We sit and yell at the T.V.--(with football he's a lot like me)
I'll treasure him my whole life through--Ed-Because there's none like you!
From JoAnn (Monroe) Parker, Sister-in-law of Ed Parker
To Eddy the patriarch of the FAMILY; My memories and recollections of "Eddy" only go back to 1945. So I have been privileged to watch him grow, mature, and change along with the rest of us, as a father, husband, and best of all, to me a brother. Looking forward to our journey into the future.
So much love, JoAnn
From Lori Parker, Granddaughter of Ed Parker
The thing I love about Grandpa Parker is how he treats me not as a Granddaughter by marriage, but as his own. He always has a smile and a big hug for me. I look forward to that whenever I see him.
From Merle (Capps) Parker, Sister-in-Law of Ed Parker
I've known you over 50 years & some of the attributes I've noticed and admire during that time are;
1. Your zest for life and people
2. Doing for others
3. Your hospitality to family, friends' & to some people needing a temporary home.
4. Your love for your Lord & the Church you attend.
5. Being there when I need help & a listening ear to hear me out
6. Your great sense of humor. I am proud to have you as a "Brother-in-Law." Oh, I almost forgot to add that it's fun to
From Michelle Parker, Granddaughter of Ed Parker
My Grandpa is the sweetest, most caring man I have ever known. He never has an unkind word to say about anybody. The one thing that I always think of when I think of him, is all of the great stories that he has to tell. Ever since I was a child he has been entertaining me with his wonderful stories, some true, some not. He came all the way down so that he could tell my friends and I the story about the invisible dog. as he sat up there telling the story, with all of my friends and I in awe, I remember thinking how proud and lucky I was to have such a great grandfather. Today as I look at him, many years later, those feelings have stayed the same and have grown even stronger. You will always carry a special place in my heart grandpa. I will never forget all of the special times that we have spent together. I love you grandpa!
From Mike Parker, Grandson of Ed Parker
I will never forget his finger pop , his whistle, or the "You stepped in what?" line. I have many great memories with Grandpa; the rides in the garbage truck and learning to drive in his backyard with Doug. I especially love the example that he has set for us in his relationship with our Lord. He has been a tremendous encouragement to me. When I told him that I had been baptized, he bought me a copy of the Bible on cassette. This has been one of the best gifts anyone has ever gotten for me. I have listened to it countless times over the last eight years and still keep it in my car. It has meant a lot to me, and I know I have not told him how special it is to me. "I love you Grandpa."
From Maryanne Speicher, Granddaughter of Ed Parker
I was so pleased to have gained such a sweet & caring man as my new Grandpa. I remember my first Thanksgiving with the Speichers & being a little nervous until Grandpa Parker made me feel like I belonged. He loved me like family long before I was. Thanks for all the stories and pictures Grandpa! Love
From Steve Speicher, Jr. Grandson of Ed Parker
I grew up with the privilege of Grandpa and Grandma Parker living just under a mile away from our house. The most memorable moments of when I was real young was going over to Grandma and grandpa's after school. My Mother worked in the Paradise Garbage Disposal office with my Grandmother and my Aunt Eva. The office was located in the middle of the house and I'll never forget the sound of my Grandmother tapping away at that old Underwood typewriter. I spent most of my time in the back yard where the shop and all of the garbage trucks were. Grandpa would always find time no matter how busy he was to play catch with the baseball or football with me. I always loved football and baseball and Grandpa always fueled my love for the sports even more. He always would help me and my brother Doug out with our little league teams. He even coached a couple of years for my little league team. Whether it was picking me up from school, taking me to practice and games, or even helping me deliver papers for Grandpa could always be depended on. Out of all of my high school football games (which was 40) Grandpa only missed one, and that was when he and Grandma went down South to visit my sister Kelly and her family. I have always loved and respected my Grandfather Parker for his love for my Grandmother, his family, and God. Grandpa Parker is a caring and generous man who would give of himself to anyone at anytime. He always gives himself to the Church and the Meals on Wheels program. I know that Grandpa Parker is thought of the way I think of him by all of our family and even those who aren't in our family.
From Michelle & Doug Speicher, Grandson & Granddaughter of Ed Parker
We all love Grandpa Parker very much. We admire him for his faithfulness to his church and his family. He is an independent person & very giving with his time to his family and his volunteering with Hospice. We enjoy his sense of humor and his stories. I personally (Michelle) will never forget when I met him & Grandma. From that day I felt as though I was their own Granddaughter. Grandpa will always hold a special place in each of our hearts, forever. We love you Grandpa.
He A Bit of Ed Parker history, by son, Rick Parker. From Rick Parker, Son of Ed Parker
A Bit of History in the Life of Big Ed
Except for the occasional times he had to lower the boom on me (as Dad would say) growing up with Dad was fun. He was always finding things to laugh about and his sense of humor was often reflected in the sayings we grew up with. If you made a statement about something you would often hear him quip "you stepped in What?" Usually with enough inflection in he voice to make it funny.
When referring to working at Paradise Garbage he would say, the pay's good, we pay $1.00 per hour and all you can eat". At the time of Dad's 75th birthday he was heavily involved with meals on wheels, delivering meals to people in need. The cost per meal using volunteers like dad was only $8.00 per meal. The food was extraordinarily good partly because they kept dad out of the kitchen.
In our branch of the family certain birthdays are "pie in the face birthdays." You get hit in the face with a pie and maybe more than once. Catching the person can sometimes be part of the fun since they know its coming. We came up with an unusual way to distract Dad. On Dad's 75th birthday party a boisterous group of relatives led by Janet, Susie, Steve Speicher and others sang the following song.
By The Landfill Harmonic Choir
(Sung to the tune of Big John)
Every morning with hot food you could see him arrive
He stands 6 foot 3 and he's 75
Kind of broad in the shoulders and narrow in the lip
and everybody knew he was real hit
Big Eddddddd Big Edddddddddddddd
Than one day, and we're not lying
Then kitchen broke
And people started dying
Big Ed Big Baaaaaaa Edddddddd
People were complaining
This deal can't be beat
At $8.00 per meal
How will these people eat
Big Ed Big Baaaaaaaaaa Ed
With a mighty rage
Ed said that deal can be beat- For a Dollar an hour
you can get all that you can eat-Big Ed Big bad Ed
With a mighty sigh he got off of his rump
and drove the food boxes down to the dump
A rumpty dump A rumpty dump,
Big Ed Biiiiiiiiiig Baaaaaadddddddd Ed
He looked around and was in a good mood
They just received a load of Smorggy Bob's food--Big Ed, big Bad Ed
With loaded food boxes he drove all the routes
The people ate their food holding their snouts
big Ed Big Baaaad Eddddddddddd
Some smoke and gas did belch from their insides
But fortunately none of em died
Big Ed Big Baaaaaad Edddddddd
The health Department said now we own your butt
Big Ed smiled and said "You stepped in what?"
Big Ed, Big Baaaaaaaaaaa Edddddddddddddd
The people were alive because of Ed's Good Deed
Now there's only one left to feed (WHAP ED in the face with a PIE)
They never re-opened that worthless kitchen
They just placed a pie pan in front of it
these few words were written on that pan
underneath this pie lies a big, big man
Biiiiiig Edddddddddd, Biiiiiiiiig Baaaaaaaa Eddddddddddd
The party was a real kick and the song, well it did the trick
With so many good memories to choose it is hard to pick out just a few. Dad is a great story teller and he used to tell some funny ones on himself. Like the time when he was a catcher on the very successful Paradise American Legion baseball team playing fast pitch soft ball. He was showing the pitcher, his friend, Millard Bagley, a new windup in our house using a pomegranate. The short of it is that pomegranate is hard to get off the ceiling. One of the things that made me laugh hard as a kid happened at the Mobil gas station Dad owned for years. I was there working after school and a customer came into the station and was going on and on to Dad about something. In those days Dad had a very long fuse but he could get mad enough to scare the devil. Well this customer didn't see what he was doing to Dad but I did. Dad was holding his temper and sort of smiling but his face was getting red. In those days dad smoked a corn cob pipe and it was in his mouth. As he got madder and madder he bit harder and harder until he bit the pipe in two, part of the pipe was in his mouth and the rest fell on the ground. I quickly ran into the men's restroom so I could laugh for awhile. One of Dad's traits you couldn't miss was his honesty and integrity. He would stand up for what he believed in and let you do the same but he would never compromise his principles. He lived the way he believed and it helped shape values of those around him. One time when I was about 12 years old I was at the gas station and these two guys were hounding Dad in the office and I could see him getting mad but trying not to . They wanted him to sign the Rumphord fair housing act, which would allow discrimination in housing, an they would not give up. Dad was politely refusing but these guys didn't know when to stop. I could see the "boom was going to get lowered" if they didn't shut up. Finally one of the two made a fatal mistake and said loudly "Ed you wouldn't want one of those "Niggers" living next to you would you?" Dad was unusually strong and he picked the guy up with one had and slammed him against a counter and held him there. He got right in his face and said just as loud, "I'd rather have a "Nigger" living next to me than you." Then he threw the guy out the door. The other guy ran out the back door like a scared rabbit. Dad always cooled down quickly and I said Dad what was that all about . Dad explained to me how he judged a person by who they were and not by what they looked like and that there were good and bad people in every race. It really got me to thinking and to this day Dad's example has served me well.
I could go on and on about Dad's life, the way he lives it is the best example a son could have. It's by our actions and not our words that we pass on our values to those around us. I feel lucky to be the son of someone so thoughtful and principled as my Dad.
Parents: Harry Edward PARKER and Florence Esther WEBB.
He was married to Bobbye Jean HECOX on 26 Mar 1944 in Los Angeles, California. He was divorced from Bobbye Jean HECOX in 1971. Children were: Richard Alan PARKER , Susan Jane PARKER, Janet Carol PARKER.
Children were: Steven Ellis SPEICHER .
Sir Edward PARKER was born in 1555. He died in 1618. He was a 3rd Baron Morley. Parents: Sir Henry PARKER 2nd Baron of Morley and Elizabeth STANLEY Baroness of Morley.
He was married to Elizabeth STANLEY. Children were: Sir William PARKER 4th Barron of Mounteagle/Morley, Mary Parker.
He was married to Gertrude DENYS .
Elina PARKER Parents: Caleb Donovan PARKER and Sarah "Salley" BROWN.
She was married to Samuel FRANKLIN on 25 Nov 1833 or 17 Dec 1833 in Bedford Co, VA. Caleb D. Parker, Surety; Consent of Caleb D. Parker; Married by Alexander W. Campbell.
Elinor PARKER signed a will in named in Father's will. Parents: Thomas PARKER and Elinor UNKNOWN.
Elizabeth PARKER Parents: John PARKER and Sarah A. MCCAHA.
Elizabeth A. PARKER Parents: Nathaniel B. PARKER and Anna Cash TYLER.
She was married to Richard NEIGHBORS on 10 Nov 1846 in Bedford Co, VA.
Elizabeth D. PARKER was born on 7 Nov 1803. Parents: James B. PARKER and Rhoda UNKNOWN.
She was married
to Benjamin L0CKE on 25 Dec 1821 in Bedford Co, VA.
John Tyler, Surety; Married by William Harris
Elizabeth Duncan PARKER was born on 23 Jun 1809. She died on 30 Jul 1877. Parents: Reuben PARKER and Mary "Polly" STIFF.
Elizabeth F. PARKER was widowed before Jul 1886. She died after 27 Jul 1896. Mentioned in will of Mother, Sally Brown Parker in July 1886 Parents: Caleb Donovan PARKER and Sarah "Salley" BROWN.
Ella PARKER was born in 1895 in Glade, Phillips, Kansas. She died in 1977. Parents: James S. PARKER and Maggie Effie DUNCAN.
She was married to Cecil Ernest MILLIGAN .
She was married to Frank Thomas MILLIGAN.
Ellen C. PARKER Parents: Caleb Donovan PARKER and Sarah "Salley" BROWN.
She was married to COCHRAN.
Elsie Pearl PARKER was born on 23 Mar 1877 in Quincy, Adams, Illinois. She Daughter Ruby and her daughter Josie went to live with Uncle H.E. Parker after death of husband after 1930. She died on 19 Dec 1953 in Johnstown, Weld, CO. Parents: Laban Oaks PARKER and Lydia Jane BROWN.
She was married to Clarence Edward SCOFIELD on 4 Jun 1899 in Phillipsburg, Phillips Co., Kansas. Children were: Fern Elizabeth SCOFIELD, Frank Eugene SCOFIELD , Myrle Lucille SCOFIELD, Ardie Golden SCOFIELD, Ivan Esco SCOFIELD, Hazel Louella SCOFIELD, Velma Pearl SCOFIELD, Ruby Josephine SCOFIELD, Edith Fay SCOFIELD, Earl Edward (Bud) SCOFIELD, Neva Lydia SCOFIELD.
Elvin Leslie PARKER was born on 4 Apr 1895 in Glade, Phillips, Kansas. He died on 19 Nov 1927 in La Junta, Otero, Colorado. He was buried on 22 Nov 1927 in Fairview Cemetery, La Junta, Otero, Colorado. Parents: Charles Zacharia "CZ" PARKER and Sarah Jane BARB.
Elzie "Elsie" B. PARKER was born on 5 Sep 1874. She died on 24 Jan 1875. Parents: George Lafayette PARKER and Sarah Martha THOMPSON.
Emma Hanna PARKER Parents: Caleb Donovan PARKER and Sarah "Salley" BROWN.
Ethel PARKER was born in 1897 in Glade, Phillips, Kansas. She died in 1987. Parents: James S. PARKER and Maggie Effie DUNCAN.
She was married to Leslie HAYS .
Eva Faye PARKER (Private). Parents: Ardie Golden PARKER and Cora May ELLIOTT.
Eva M. PARKER was born on 10 Mar 1893 in Glade, Phillips, Kansas. She died in 1976. Parents: Charles Zacharia "CZ" PARKER and Sarah Jane BARB.
She was married to PRUITT on 25 Dec 1911.
Ezra PARKER was born on 5 Apr 1785. Parents: James B. PARKER and Rhoda UNKNOWN.
Ezra E. PARKER was born on 18 Dec 1875. He died on 4 Sep 1904. Parents: George Lafayette PARKER and Sarah Martha THOMPSON .
Florence "Florie" Amelia PARKER was born on 11 Sep 1878 in Carthage, Hancock, Illinois. She died on 26 Nov 1926 in Goodland, Sherman, Kansas. Newspaper Article;
If no Newspaper Name & date is given, it was not with the article that was cut out of paper.
Typed as were written in the newspaper.
MRS. HARRINGTON DIES
Mrs. Emerett Harrington passed away in Goodland Friday, Nov. 26, after a brief illness. the funeral was held Sunday and burial was made in the Kanorado cemetery.
Obituary Follows this--
Florence Amelia Parker was born in Hancock County, Illinois, September 11, 1879, and passed this life November 16, 1926, at Goodland, Kansas, at the age of 47 years, 2 months, and 15 days. She moved with her parents to Phillips County, when a child and, in the year of 1908, moved with them to Sherman County, Kansas.
October 21, 1908, she was united in marriage to Emerett Harrington, of Kanorado. To this union six children were born. she leaves to mourn her departure a husband, seven children, three grand children , a mother, two sisters, three brothers, many other relatives and a host of friends. She will be greatly missed by everyone as she was a kind and loving wife and mother and a very true friend and neighbor. She was converted in 1912 and lived a true Christian life to the end. The funeral services were held Sunday afternoon at the Church of God, the Rev. T.W. Good, of Stratton, Colorado, officiating. The remains were laid to rest in the Kanorado cemetery. She 48 yrs 2 months 15 days. Family was concerned that husband "did not take care of Florie" By the time Florie's husband got her to a doctor she had ganginge from a "simple problem" impacted bowls, that could have been taken care of had she gone to the doctor earlier. She was buried in Kanorado Cemetery, Kanorado, Sherman, Kansas. She had the following children Virgil Leroy TRIMBLE, 1896; James "Earl" TRIMBLE, 1898. Parents: Laban Oaks PARKER and Lydia Jane BROWN.
She was married to Emerett Eugene HARRINGTON on 21 Oct 1908 or 9 in Kanorado, Sherman, Kansas. Florie's family were concerned that her 2nd husband would not care for her or her son, James "Earl" TRIMBLE, properly. They took young Earl to live with them. Children were: Edna Eunice HARRINGTON, Harold Wilbur HARRINGTON , Arovonia Maud HARRINGTON, Emerett Lee HARRINGTON, Lawrence Edward (Smokey) HARRINGTON , Delbert DeWayne HARRINGTON.
Floyde Ardie PARKER was born on 4 Jan 1935 in Central City, Gilpin, Colorado. Barb Grant - Jan 4, 2001
My Brother, Ardie (Floyde Ardie Parker) was born in Central City, Colorado, on January 4, 1935. He was named for my Dad, (Floyde Golden Parler) and my GrandDad, (Ardie Golden Parker). He was a beautiful baby and very small, weighing less than 4 pounds and only 12 inches long! He was born with "Club Feet" and had several operations, before he was one year old. He had to wear braces, for a year or so, after that. My Mother said, you could hear him walking, with those metal braces hitting the floor. He was so small, he could walk under the table easily.
He lived with my parents, in Colorado, until he was 10 years old. The family moved to Richland, Washington, in 1944, when he was is the 4th grade. Mom said , she would take him to school every day, but Ardie would wait until Mom was out of sight. Then he would sit on the school steps, the rest of the day! The teacher, finally called, to see why Ardie wasn't in school, so he was caught! From then on he attended school every day.
Ardie was a very good Baseball player, (he took after Dad and Uncle Del, (Delbert Lee Parker). He played "Ball" all through school. He was also a fast runner and one day, when he was in High School, challanged Dad in a race. Well, he got a big surprise.....Daddy won! I will never forget that day and niether will Ardie!
After graduating, from Colombia Senior High School, in 1954, he joined the Army. It was
then he became an Airborne Ranger. He made over 200 "jumps", while in the service. His love for Motorcycles began at that time. When Ardie came home, he went to work for Northern Pacific Railroad, for a couple of years. He moved to Moses Lake, Washington, to work in the Sugar Beets. It was there, he met a guy, by the name of Bob Knievel, better known as, Evel Knievel! He worked for Evel for next few years, as his Mechanic and was working for him, until the big crash at Caesars Palace, in Las Vegas. Ardie had his own Harley and raced also. The first time I ever saw Ardie race, he was in 1st place and his "Bike" went down! He was taken to the hospital, in an ambulance. He had a pin put in his shoulder. Needless to say, I never went to any more of his races!
He attended Columbia Basin College, taking an Auto Body course. He works as a "Auto Body" man, for about 30 years and was known as the best car painter, in the area!
Ardie had many girlfriends and was engaged a couple of times, but if he thought they were getting "Wedding Bell-itis", he would end the relationship. He always said, he wanted a girl, just like Grandma, (Cora May Elliott Parker). Dad always told him, "Son, you better go to church, if you want a girl like Grandma!".
After my Dad passed away, Ardie moved in with Mom. He lived there with her, until she died. It was good for Mom, she had never lived alone before and it gave her someone to take care of. And it was also good for Ardie, it gave hime someone to take care of too.
Ardie has never been one to buy gifts, but the year after, Mom passed away, on Christmas, he bought me one! It is the most beautiful diamond watch! He said, "You know, you are Mom now"! What a surprise.....I will cherish it always!
I have gotten to know my Big Brother, in the last five years, and he is a warm hearted, fun loving guy. And I love him very much!
He died on 14 Jun 2004. Date: Monday, June 14, 2004 12:46 PM
FLOYDE ARDIE PARKER
Ardie passed away peacefully June 10, 2004. He was born January 4, 1935 in Central City Colorado. Ardie moved from Denver CO with his family to Richland WA in 1944.
He attended Sacajawea Elementary, Carmichael Jr. High and graduated in 1954 from Col-Hi, now known as RHS. Ardie was extremely "Proud of the Cloud" and of being a Richland Bomber. He attended Club 40 with his brother Jerry in 1999 and had the time of his life.
Ardie lettered in Baseball while at Col-Hi and was scouted by several Major League teams, but had already enlisted in the U.S. Army, where he honorably served as an Airborne Ranger.
Ardie was a past member of the Elks, Eagles, Corvette Club, and Rods and Roadsters. He was the past president of the Undertakers Motorcycle Club.
Ardie met and worked for Bob (Evel) Knievel at Moses Lake Honda. He was Lead Mechanic during the height of Evel's stunt career, which led to a life long friendship. He later became an Auto Body Man and was employed by Rube's and Bryant's Auto Body Shops. He was an excellent Custom Painter.
Ardie was preceded in death by his Mom and Dad, Babe and Floyde Parker who he loved and respected with all his heart.
Ardie is survived by his brothers and sisters, Jerry Parker of Bellevue, Barbara Grant, Linda Lott and Bob Parker of the Tri-Cities.His Aunt Sis (Eva Faye York), of Johnstown CO and Uncle Del and Aunt Ann Parker of Chula Vista CA. Also surviving are numerous 'crumb snatchers', 'rug rats' and 'curtain climbers', better known as his nieces and nephews.
Ardie will be missed by all who knew and loved him. Until we meet again, Rest in peace Brother.
He in Not Married. Written by Barbara (Parker) Grant, September 1999
Mr brother, Ardie, (Floyde Ardie Parker) was born in Central City, Colorado on January 4, 1935. He was named for my Dad, (Floyde Golden Parker) and my Granddad, (Ardie Golden Parker).
He was a beautiful baby and very small, weighing less than 4 pounds and only 12 inches long! He was born with "club feet" and had several operations before he was one year old. He had to wear braces for a year or so after that. My Mother said you could hear him walking with those metal braces hitting the floor. He was so small he could walk under the table easily.
He lived with my parents in Colorado until he was 10 years old. The family moved to Richaland, Washington in 1944, when he was in the 4th grade. Mom said she would take him to school everyday, but Ardie would wait until Mom was out of sight, then he would sit on the school steps for the rest of the day! The teacher finally called to see why Ardie wasn't in school, so he was caught! From then on he attended school every day.
Ardie was a very good baseball player, (he took after Dad and Uncle Del, (Delbert Lee Parker). He played "ball" all through school. He was also a fast runner and one day, when he was in high school challenged Dad in a race. Well, he got a big surprise...Daddy won! I will never forget that day and neither will Ardie!
After graduating from Columbia Senior High School in 1954 he joined the Army. It was then he became an Airborne Ranger. He made over 200 "jumps" while in the service. His love for motorcycles began at that time
When Ardie came home he went to work for Northern Pacific Railroad for a couple of years. He moved to Moses Lake, Washington to work in the sugar beets. It was there, he met a guy by the name of Bob Knievel, better known as, Evel Knievel! He worked for Even for the next few years as his mechanic and was working for him until the big crash at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. Ardie had his own Harley (motorcycle) and raced also. The first time I ever saw Ardie race, he was in 1st place and his "bike" went down! He was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. He had a pin put in his shoulder. Needless to say, I never went to any more of his races!
He attended Columbia Basin college, taking Auto Body courses. He worked as a "Auto Body" man 30 years and was known as the best car painter in the area!
Ardie had many girlfriends and was engaged a couple of times, but if he thought they were getting "Wedding Bell-itis," he would end the relationship. He always said, he wanted a girl just like Grandma, (Cora May Elliott Parker). Dad always told him, "Son, you better go to church if you want a girl like Grandma!"
After Dad passed away, Ardie moved in with Mom. He live there with her, until she died. It was good for Mom. she had never lived alone before and it gave her someone to take care of. It was also good for Ardie, it gave him someone to take care of too.
Ardie has never been one to buy gifts, but the year after Mom passed away, on Christmas he bought me one. It is the most beautiful diamond watch! He said, "You know, you are Mom now!" What a surprise...I will cherish it always!
I have gotten to know my big brother in the last five years and he is a warm hearted, fun loving guy. I love him very much! Parents: Floyde Golden PARKER and Yative Thomascine Eustice WINTERS.
Floyde Golden PARKER was born on 22 Jul 1912 in Burlington, Kit Carson, Colorado. He died on 30 Dec 1984 in Kennewick, Benton, Washington. This letter was written to Mom & Dad, (Babe & Floyde Parker), from my brother, Jerry Parker, at Christmastime 1984. Dad passed away December 30, 1984 and a copy of this letter was buried with him. I found this letter in my parents Bible. Barb Grant.
Dear Mom & Dad, Just a few lines to let you know how much I love you both and miss being with you at Christmas this year. I've had a lot of time, with the kids gone and Peggy at work, to think about my priorities. I want you both to know that I appreciate all you have done for me and all the things you tried to make me understand what it takes to be a success. I wish now I would have listened better, instead of thinking I knew it all. I think I have achieved some success, but had I listened to you,I know things would be much better. I pattern success by the best measure I know, MY FATHER! Dad, you may not know it, but the best man I have ever known is you. After I grew up, (about 38 years old), I finally realized just how right you have been. Looking back, I remember you telling me a lot of things that I disageed with. BOY WAS I SMART?? But Dad, I'll tell you now that all the good things I am now, I owe to you and Mom. Mom, you are truely special. No man has a better Mother than me. You taught me to care about life. With all the sadness you have had to endure concerning your childhood, you have always had a smile, a hug, and love for me. Thank you Mother, I love you. I also want to thank you for the beautiful present you gave to Peggy and me. Thank Linda and family for the card. Also thank Angie for the card she was so thoughtful to send.
Peggy finished this letter the day my Dad passed away. Barb Grant
Dec. 30, 1984 Dear Mom, Jerry started this letter and in typical Jerry fashion never finished it. It's too late for Dad to read, but I wanted you to have it. I also made a copy to send with Dad. I feel that it would mean a lot to Jerry to know Dad received it. I Love You, Peggy
Parents: Ardie Golden PARKER and Cora May ELLIOTT.
He was married to Yative Thomascine
Eustice WINTERS on 10 Feb 1934.(130)
Married in Greeley
Frances PARKER Parents: Robert PARKER and Margaret UNKNOWN.
Frances PARKER was born in 1830. Parents: James Stewart PARKER and Mary Polly STANLEY.
Frances PARKER was an Augustinian Nun. She became an Augustinian nun and was, apparently, a cripple of some sort. Her father was not at first willing for her to become a nun, but afterwards relented and gave her a dowry of one thousand pounds.
Parents: Sir William PARKER 4th Barron of Mounteagle/Morley and Elizabeth TRESHAM.
George PARKER was born in 1848. Parents: John PARKER and Clarinda CARTER.
George PARKER Parents: John PARKER and Sarah A. MCCAHA.
George C. PARKER was born on 16 Feb 1792. He died before 1850. Parents: James B. PARKER and Rhoda UNKNOWN.
George E. PARKER was born on 24 Nov 1881. He died on 14 Feb 1957. Parents: George Lafayette PARKER and Sarah Martha THOMPSON .
He was married to Hortense WILLIAMS on 27 Oct 1910.
George Lafayette PARKER was born on 6 Nov 1847 in Hancock County, Illinois. He died on 21 Nov 1918 in Nemaha Cty, Kansas. He was buried in Brown County, Kansas. Parents: William L. PARKER and Rhoda Cash TYLER.
He was married to Sarah Martha THOMPSON on 27 Dec 1868. Children were: Juble A. PARKER, Orval T.B. PARKER, Elzie "Elsie" B. PARKER, Ezra E. PARKER , John Owen PARKER, George E. PARKER, Sarah Mina PARKER, Wilmer Manton PARKER, Julia Martha PARKER, James William PARKER, Charles William PARKER .
Gregory Lee PARKER (Private). Parents: Richard "Dick" Owen PARKER and Merle Glenna CAPPS.
Children were: Mckayla Abigail PARKER.
Harley E. PARKER (Private). Parents: Henry Clay PARKER and Della Armilda CALHOUN.
Harley L. PARKER was born on 6 May 1887 in Majorville, Hancock, Illinois. He died on 16 May 1972. Parents: Lemuel L. PARKER and Ella Mae "Betty" LONG.
He was married to
Ellen S. TIPPET. Small Gray Marble
Harry Edward PARKER was born on 3 Mar 1898 in Phillipsburg, Phillips Co., Kansas. Robert Webb Parker, second son of Harry Edward Parker states, "My Dad, always told me he was born in Larned, KS." Birth place NOTconfirmed by documentation as of 2006. He resided at Weld County, CO in 1913. He resided at Santa Monica CA in 1923. He died on 15 Jan 1960 in Santa Monica, Los Angeles, California. Harry "Ed" died at age 61 years, 10 months and 12 days. "Dropped dead" of a heart attack after a bowling game. He was a Mechanic and Auto Body Painter. He was described as 6'3", blk hair, blue eyes, slender, hard worker, quiet gentle man.. He was also known as "ED". He sister Elsie's daughter, Ruby & her daughter Josie, lived with H.E. Parker's after death of husband. He Memories of Ed. Memories of "Ed" Harry Edward Parker
From: Betty Jean Parker Mossel, (Ed's only daughter)
Ready to help anyone in need, especially family
Loved his wife very much
Very good comforter for kids in trouble.
From: Merle Capps Parker, (Ed's daughter in law)
Wife of youngest son, Richard Owen Parker
Dad Parker was a tall, lean man that was soft spoken with a quiet personality.
Having married his youngest son Dick, I really only knew him approximately 10 years before his sudden, tragic death. I do remember though how he loved his family, especially his Grand kids. His eyes would just light up when he was them. I remember too how he hated yard work, but was faithful to keep the yard neat and green. There was a huge avocado three in the back yard and after picking the crop he would share with many. He was a baseball fanatic and knew every statistic in the book. He enjoyed attending or listening to games-no matter who was playing. He was a wonderful Father-in-law.
Merle Parker, October 2006
From: Delbert Lee Parker (Ed's Nephew, Son of Ardie Golden Parker)
It was always a treat to go to California to visit Uncle Ed and Aunt Florence's home. Uncle Ed would keep me in stitches with his continuous talk about most any subject! He liked sports and that was a favorite pastime with me! I also remember a special time when we went to a funeral for Grandma Parker in Kansas. In the car was Uncle Ed, Uncle Clarence and my Dad all in the back seat. Just listening to them was a real treat for me!!
Del Parker, 3 November 2006. (Del turns 84 30 Nov. 2006)
From: Ann Elizabeth Hansen Parker (wife of "Del" Delbert Lee Parker)
I remember Uncle Ed as being very tall, smiled lots, and had a twinkle in his eye! And of course he was "Betty's" Dad. He worked "forever at "Claude Shorts Dodge" painting cars. As real sports fan too! He was very proud of his family.
Ann Parker, 3 November 2006
From: Robert W. Parker, (second son of Harry Edward Parker)
Dad was born on the Kansas prairies, Philipsburg, Philips Co., Kansas and was raised as a cowboy. His education was through the 8th grade. His demeanor was that of a quiet, gentle soul. His work ethic would not settle for anything but the best. Dad had a great love for our mother and and gently accepted what ever she thought was the way she wanted to do things or wanted things done. Dad did the first automobile that was sprayed with lacquer in the U.S.A. He worked at the Lincoln Body and Paint shop most of his career. This was prior to knowledge that you protected yourself by wearing a mask. Along with his life long smoking habit of cigarettes, "roll your own" ; not "tailor mades" contributed greatly to his early death. To the best of my knowledge Dad started smoking prior to age seven. Dad was a baseball fan of the first order, knew the game, players, teams, batting averages and the whole mess. He would listen on the radio and caused Ed, Betty, & Dick to be as interested in the sport as he was. The Hollywood Stars was his team. He had played baseball as a young man in Kansas & Colorado. When one of his children needed his discipline, Dad would take you into the bathroom and have you sit on a small chair that was his as a small boy. Dad would quietly talk to you about whatever you had done, or not done.
This hurt worse than if he had beat you. You were guided into understanding what you had done, or not done was not correct and you were guided in the proper direction and/or action. You always promised never to be out of line like that in your life. Dad expected you to keep your word and I can't remember a time when you didn't, and he didn't. If left home at 18 years of age an visited home several times. Dad had not changed. Same man, ethics, work habits, and love of our mother and baseball. That small chair I mentioned was handed down from Dad to my brother Ed, who handed it down to his son Rick and then to Rick's son Michael, who has it now. There is one thing that formed my impression of Dad. We took a trip when I was about 5 or 6, that would be 1928 or 1929, from California to Colorado. We had a car that had spare tires on each of the front fenders, covered with chrome tire covers, a trunk on the back, flower pots inside and door posts & temperature gauge on the radiator cap. It was second hand, but very fancy for us. There were very few paved roads, just dirt tracks across the prairies. We camped at night by the side3 of the car, sleeping on the ground, with an open fire where Mother cooked the evening meal. Repairs were frequent and Dad took care of them as they occurred. Tire repairs were most of the delays. But we made it.
Robert W. Parker, November 2, 2006
From: Jo Ann Monroe Parker, (daughter in law of Harry Edward Parker)
Dad Parker was such a gentle soul, and loved his family dearly. Was a good provider and hard worker, but also enjoyed a good time. He had a great smile--wish we could have had more time together. Mom Parker, Dad Parker & Aunt Maude made a car trip to Texas when Mary (daughter of Jo Ann & Bob Parker) was about 1 1/2 years old and Mary really connected with Dad Parker and it pleased him so. It was near the time of the tragic accident when Aunt Maude lost so many of her family.
From: Bobbye Jean Hecox Parker, (first wife of Edward Parker Jr.)
From the first time I met Ed and Florence, they were welcoming, loving and gracious. Ed was the kindest, most gentle, hardest working, most honorable man I have ever met. Ed. Jr. and I lived with them right after the war (WW II) becaue there was such a housing shortage. It was difficult because Florence had her own way of doing things and I was very maive and didn't know how to do things. But we were very grateful for the time we spent with them. Grandpa and Grandma Webb lived there at the same time. Some of my best memories were of Ed and Ed Jr. and Jack playing on the floor with Rick. Not many men would actually get down like that and play. One day some of Grandpa Webb's dignified friends came by unexpectedly and found them all on the floor with Rick. A bit embarrassing. Susie asked me what we did when they came to visit. We watched the kids play and played pinochle. And we took long beautiful dries through the counrtyside. Sometimes we went bowling. When Grandpa died, Sally Ride's granadparents, who were friends of theirs from church, went to the funeral.
When we moved to Paradise, (California) they acted as the family bank (more than once) and helped us buy the little house we lived in there. We always paid them back but they often forgave payments as presents for Christmas. Florence was very good with money. She went to work at the post office during the war and with that and investments it gave her a good retirement.
Ed had a good eye for color which probably served him well painting the cars. He was a great man and I was lucky to know him.
Florence came to help me after I had surgery. She always taught me the way to do things. I learned how to cook turkeys from her. And my turkeys are considered the best.
We had a family reunion when we lived on Brookside Ave. I still have pictures. Even Josie Ann was there, all the gang from Southern Californina and Texas. I bought the biggest piece of meat to BBQ that I had ever seen.
From: Susan Parker Lee, (Granddaughter of Harry Edward Parker)
I don't remember a lot about them (my Grandparents) because we only saw them once or twice a year. It was a long ways and Grandpa died when I was 12.
They had the first color television that I ever saw. It was so cool. I remember watching Bonanza in color for the first time and the only time for awhile since we didn't get color for a long time. And of course I was so in love with Little Joe...
I do remember that when they came, it was a lot of fun. My Dad actually took time off and we played. They were fun to be around. I loved Grandpa's sense of humor and was learning to tease him when he died. I remember the phone call. It was the first time I ever saw my Dad break down and cry. We didn't know about dealing with grief then. He and Mom went down to Santa Monica for a week. I stayed with friends, grieved on my own and got my first gray hairs.
From: Patti Parker Davis, (Granddaughter of Harry Edward Parker)
Of course, there are many stories--but I concentrated on my personal memories.
Tall, wide smile, twinkle in his eye-quiet.
Being taken to the body shop where he worked.
I was surprised by the noises.
Him mowing the lawn.
From: Bette Parker (Granddaughter of Harry Edward Parker)
I was only twelve years old when Grandpa died and since we lived in Texas, my memories of him stem from family vacations to California and their visits to us in Texas.
I remember Grandpa was always smiling and so incredibly kind. He was fun loving and always seemed to have that special twinkle in his eye. He would get in the yard at their home in Santa Monica and play with the children and I remember it being so much fun!
I remember him and my dad (Robert Webb Parker) smoking their pipes together and their soft conversation during those times. I loved just sitting there taking in the wonderful scent of the tobacco and being content to listen to them talk and catch up with one another. In my child's mind, I thought that Grandpa was what my Dad would look like when he became old.
When he and Grandma would come to Texas, we would go to see the sights around the place where we lived and he would always be the one to carry you if you became tired.
I particularly remember the feeling of sadness watching them leave the train station when it was time for them to go home and Patti and I crying, not wanting them to leave. Grandpa would make his his fingers into the shape of a letter "O" out the window of the train to us. My Dad told us later that that was the sign for "Everything will be O.K.". I think I will be able to see him, in my mind, doing that until the day I die. I find it interesting that I do it to my children and grandchildren today! Funny how such a small thing means to much to us then and how the legacy of that small gesture carries on.
Parents: Laban Oaks PARKER and Lydia Jane BROWN.
Hattie P. PARKER was born on 24 May 1874 in Hancock County, Illinois. She died in Phillipsburg, Phillips, Kansas. Parents: Charles Zacharia "CZ" PARKER and Sarah Jane BARB.
Hazel PARKER (Private). Parents: James S. PARKER and Maggie Effie DUNCAN.
She was married to John Wilson CHESTNUT.
Henrietta PARKER died before Jul 1886. Mentioned in will of Mother, Sally Brown Parker in July 1886 as deceased. Parents: Caleb Donovan PARKER and Sarah "Salley" BROWN.
She was married to Shepperd POLLARD on 26 Aug 1850 in Bedford Co, VA. Chas. H. Parker, Suirety; Married by James Leftwich, Aug 28, 1850.
Henry PARKER 5th Baron of Morley was Catholic peer in the reign of Charles I. Parents: Sir William PARKER 4th Barron of Mounteagle/Morley and Elizabeth TRESHAM.
Sir Henry PARKER 2nd Baron of Morley was born before 1537. Brian McArthur, of the Bristol Renassaince Faire, research
Henry Parker was the eldest son of Sir Henry Parker and Grace Newport, daughter of John Newport. Educated at Gonville Hall, Cambridge, little is known about his early life but both his father and grandfather, Sir Henry Parker, 1st Baron Morley, were active in the courts of Kings Henry VIII, Edward VI and Queen Mary. He died on 22 Oct 1577 in Madrid, Spain. He was a 2nd Baron of Morley. Parents: Sir Henry PARKER and Lady Grace NEWPORT.
Sir Henry PARKER was born in 1513 in Morley Hall and Hingham, Norf., and Furneux Pelham, Herts. He died on 9 Jan 1551/52. He was a. Parents: Sir Henry PARKER and Alice ST. JOHN.
Sir Henry PARKER was born in 1476. He died on 25 Nov 1556 in Great Hallingbury, Essex. He was buried on 3 Dec 1556 in Great Hallingbury, Essex. He was a 1st Baron of Morley. Parents: Sir William PARKER and Alice LOVELL.
He was married to
Alice ST. JOHN. Courtier and author, held many offices throughout his life.