Monday, December 28, 2009


Wedding of Shilo and Calvin Doner.
Shilo is our kinswoman through this lineage:
John Crites, Josiah and Mary Ann Secrist Crites, John Frankling and Leona Weaver Crites, Mildred Crites Fecht, Robert Fecht, Ronald O. Fecht and Shilo Doner

Sunday, December 27, 2009


This photo was taken from Facebook on the Internet. Left top is Zachary Fecht, below him is Jaime Fecht and the family dog Ryder. In the center is Ronald Owen Fecht and below him his wife Kimberly. Top right is Calvin Doner and below him is Shilo Doner. This family lives near Lebanon, Oregon.

John Crites, Josiah and Mary Ann Secrist Crites, John Frankling and Leona Weaver Crites, Mildred Crites Fecht, Robert Fecht and Ronald O. Fecht

Monday, December 14, 2009

Death of Robert Kenneth Richards Jr.

It is with regret that I inform you of the death of our kinsman Robert Kenneth Richards Jr. Bob was the only son of Mary (Crites) and Kenneth Richards.
Bob was born on the 29 of March 1925 in Minot, Ward Country, North Dakota. He married on the 30th of August 1950 to Evelyn Walker. He was an accomplished photographer, as was his mother Mary. Bob lived most of his adult life in Snohomish County, Washington.
News clipping courtesy of Genevieve Rebbe.

Robert K. Richards Jr., 84, of Everett went to be with the Lord November 28, 2009. He was born March 29, 1925 in Minot, ND and lived there in his early years. The family later moved to Everett. He served in the Korean War from 1950 to 1952. He married Evelyn Walker August 30, 1950 and enjoyed 59 years of marriage. Robert worked for Marchands Camera in Everett. He then worked at K-Mart until he retired as Merchandising Manager. He was known for his "Blue Light Specials". He was a member of Temple Baptist Church for many years and in his later years became a member of Delta Baptist Community Church. He enjoyed hiking, pool, photography, history and reading.
Robert is survived by his wife, Evelyn; son, Rick (Sally) Richards; daughter, Angela (Gerry) Edwards; four grandchildren, Aimee, Lisa, David and Ben; also five great-grandchildren; and one great-great-grandchild; and his sister, May Lou Wicklund.
Memorial services will be held at 3 p.m., on Tuesday, December 15, 2009, at Delta Community Baptist Church, 2901 16th St., Everett.
Memorial donations may be made to Delta Community Service Center Building Fund.
The family would like to thank the staff at Bethany Nursing Home for the loving and tender care they provided to Bob for the last few years of his life. Arrangements are under the care of Solie Funeral Home and Crematory.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Top – Left to Right
Kent Nicholas and below, his wife Kari Leigh Jensen.
William Staffenhagen holding his grandson Nicholas Jensen (age 2)
Kristine Staffenhagen (in blue dress),
Thomas Staffenhagen (tall man) holding his son Travis
Bottom row – Left to Right (center)
Owen Lee Rebbe holding his great grand daughter Hana Jensen (6 months)
Mary Genevieve Rebbe holding great grand daughter Leigha Staffenhagen (age 5)
Woman at right Melissa Staffenhagen holding her son Anthony (age 3 ½)

This photograph was among the possessions of James L. Fecht. It was taken at the wedding of Jocelyn and Jeff Williams.

Leona (Weaver) and John Franklin Crites, Mildred Fecht, Genevieve Rebbe, Kristine Staffenhagen, and Kari Jensen.

Leona (Weaver) and John Franklin Crites, Mildred Fecht, Genevieve Rebbe, Kristine Staffenhagen, & Tom Staffemjhagem

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Photograph by Chris Eisenberg
Janne Fecht hands out bagels while Jerry hustles bananas.

Our commitment to the AIDS Lifecycle Bicycle Ride, from San Francisco to Los Angeles each year, begins early. In this case, Janne and I got up at 4:30 am to drive to Manhattan Beach, California to support the riders participating in the A.L.C. "Kickoff Ride" on October 24th. We cut and handed out bagels and bananas. New riders received basic instruction, and there were rides of various lengths for those of differing skills. Our son Brendan led a beginners' ride. He calls his novice riders, his possums.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


Historic postcard collection of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley - Gift of Gerald Fecht August 2009. (click on image to enlarge)

Greg Crites was a boy, when he wrote this postcard. June 25, 1958 from Minot, North Dakota

To: Mrs. W. T. Fecht
17440 Saticoy
Van Nuys, Calif.

Dear Aunt Mildred,
How are you. I am fine. The paper and the post cards _______eled me a lot,
Kenny is working at a store. Mom called just now from the office, and Dad is fine.
Love Gred C. (Crites)

Monday, July 20, 2009


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Janne and her husband Jerry Fecht regularly explore the many things to see in Southern California. Here in July of 2009, she checks out an L.A. Police Department Rescue Unit. This vehicle was more like a tank than a truck.
The Museum was far more interesting than we expected, including two cars used in the huge bank heist of the Bank of America in North Hollywood. Check out the cars on Jerry's Museum of the San Fernando Valley blog

Sunday, July 19, 2009


We have just learned from Aaron Crites of the death of kinswoman Elizabeth Crites Foster.
Elizabeth, called Hattie when she was young, was the second of two children for to Zella (Fast) and Claude “n: Crites. She was born on the 13th of JUne, 1924 in Minot, Ward County, North Dakota.
Elizabeth was married to Seth Foster, who preceded her in death on the 29th of August, 2000.
The Fosters had two children: James Donald and Sharon.
Elizabeth is related to our family through this lineage:
William Crites, John Crites, Josiah and Mary Ann (Secrist) Crites, John F. and Leona (Weaver) Crites, Claude and Zella (Fast) Crites
Elizabeth died on the 19th of July 2009

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Stoney Reese and Carl Fetterhoff 2008 (click on image to enlarge)
Carl Edward Fetterhoff is the great, great grandson of Mary Ann (Secrist) and Josiah Crites. He and his partner Stoney Reese live in Springfield Missouri.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Zachary Fecht from a photo posted on Facebook.
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Zachary Fecht's Crites family heritage is:

John Crites, Josiah and Mary Ann (Secrist) Crites, John Franklin and Leona Belle (Weaver) Crites, Mildred Fecht, Robert William Fecht and Ronald Owen Fecht.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

North Webster Indiana

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John F. Crites (Frank) visited North Webster, Indiana and while there purchased several postcards never mails (likely kept as
souvenirs.) He inscribed the back of this image:
"You are looking north in this picture. Ida's house (Frank's sister Ida Crites Gawthrop) is one block from the store on the right where it says Groceries - partly hidden by the maple tree. This is the store that I used to work in."
printed by S. B. McQuwn - Monmouth, Ill.
20 Main Street - North Webster, Indiana.

Friday, March 27, 2009


V-Mail April 1944 (click on image to enlarge)

During the Second World War, to minimize the weight of transporting the mail, "V-Mails" were introduced to carry short messages from soldiers on the front lines to their homeland. Some kind of micro-filming process was used. I think that perhaps little cartoon messages were provided military personnel, such as this Mother's Day V-Mail from Jim Fecht to his mother Mildred Crites Fecht in Mexico, Missouri. April 1944

Monday, March 23, 2009


Both Damon and his mother Janne work long and hard at this time of year, so they took a break this last weekend to visit the Los Angeles Dodgers at Spring Training in Glendale, Arizona. To make sure that they got the full measure of their "sports fix", Damon and Janne went to see Phoenix play their NBA rivals, the Washington Wizards.
OK Janne, it's back to tax season.
Damon is the great grandson of Leona Belle (Weaver) and John F. Crites.

Monday, March 16, 2009


Mary and Mildred Crites attended public school in Live Oak, California the same year Mt. Lassen erupted. The children in this photograph may include children of Irene and Albert Crites. The eruption occurred in 1915.
Click on these images to look at the children closer. Mildred Crites had very blond hair.
This post card was mailed to Miss Ettamay Crites (the girls older sister) in Hindale, Montana. Their Grandmother Weaver lived on a homestead there. "To Ettamay from Mary Crites.


Flowing Well on Epworth League Grounds - North Webster, Indiana - S.B. McQuown, Monmouth, Illinois - Image in the Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley 2009 - (click on image to enlarge)

Message side:
"Just a little way out on the lake from this well is where I fished through the ice yesterday and today."

Before moving his family to Minot, North Dakota, John Franklin Crites operated a steam boat on Lake Wawasee near North Webster, Indiana. This postcard was among the family records kept by Mildred Crites Fecht in Snohomish, Washington. The card was shared with this Crites Family Photographs blog by Genevieve Rebbe.
The Epworth League is a youth organization founded by the Methodist Episcopal Church. The League founded an outdoor retreat camp on the banks of Lake Webster, near North Webster around 1923. John Franklin Crites returned to Indiana for a winter visit about that time.

Sunday, March 15, 2009


Cashmere, Washington - Published by Whitten and Dennison, West Bethel, Me. (click on image to enlarge) Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley 2009

Seine Fishers on Puget Sound, Washington - Puboished by the Puget Sound News Company - LLeipzig, Germany (click on image to enlarge) Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley 2009

These two historic postcards were among the records of Mildred Fecht. They were sent to her by her father John Franklin Crites on the 13th of May 1907
"Miss Mildred Crites, Minot North Dakota c/o J. F. Crites
This is the building where I bought these cards."


Left: Loyal Weaver, center Phyllis Weaver, right in Janet Gage. (click on image to enlarge)
Forest Weaver was twice married to Leulla Bare. In their second marriage a twin girl Loyal was born. After Luella's death, Forest married again to Velda Rising Gage (a divorced woman.) She brought into the marriage a daughter Janet.
Velda and Forest has a daughter Phyllis Weaver.

(first wife of Forest Weaver)
born: 20 May, 1887 in Eden Township, Seneca County, Ohio
mother: Mary Elizabeth (RICHARDS) (c-1046)
father: William Henry BARE (c-1045)
married: 10 December, 1906 to Forest A. WEAVER (c-205) in ___________, Indiana
re-married: __________________ to Forest A. WEAVER in _____________, Indiana
died: 30 November, 1921 in Grafton, Lorain County, Ohio
source: death certificate
buried: 2 December, 1921 in North Street Cemetery, Grafton, Lorain Co. Ohio

Saturday, March 14, 2009


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Forest A. Weaver was the brother of Leona Belle Weaver Crites. The note on the back of this photograph reads: "F. A. Weaver;s children Step daughter Janet Gage, Phyllis and Loyal Weaver. Loyal maybe the baby in the center. Just a guess - to the right might be Phyllis.

Monday, February 23, 2009


Scrapbook Clipping 1845 - Mexico, Missouri - Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley - 2009 (click on image to enlarge)

The following is a handwritten account by our kinsman the late James L. Fecht.

"One of the guys in our outfit was killed by rifle fire and we buried him in a shallow grave and stuck his rifle with a bayonet on it in the ground with his helmet and dog-tags on to mark the grave sit as we moved on up thru the lines. After the fight was over two of us wee sent back to bring his body back to a grave registration outfit. On the way back I was walking ahead and tripped a booby trap wire that was hooked to a grenade in a small scrub tree just at the height of my head. My buddy hit the deck behind me but I sensed it was too late for me, so I just stood there cursing my luck with the grenade went off and I realized it was just a Jap phosphorous grenade that was used to light up the area at night to see anyone passing that way. I was a nervous wreck for several days after that.
A Jap artillery shell hit a bluff about 10 yards form my buddy and me as we were dug in a fox hole below. When it went off it covered us with dirt and dust. a pill box 200 yards ahead of us knew we were there and kept us pinned down with a lite Nambu machine gun until a tank moved us and silenced them.
We could not sleep for the first few nites but then exhaustion crept in and we could take times sleeping while one kept watch, the other slept, even with the shells bursting all around.
Our secret to advancement was overpowering fire power. Continuous bombardment with all we had. Once we moved past the first airfield, we were able to bring in rocket launchers, artillery and tanks to help us progress. The well fortified pill boxes of reinforced concrete covered with dirt were our biggest problem. They were so placed that they covered each other's flanks. As a tank would move in toward me it would be knocked out by an unseen pill box from its flank firing 47 m.m. anti-tank high explosive shells. We had to take extra caution while going in with a tank as these shells burst all around us.
One pill box had us pinne down with machine gun fire so we couldn't cross an open spot to get to it, and one our guys an Indian boy from Montana by the name of Mix crawled almost 100 yards under the fire and lobbed a grenade thru the port hole slit in the pill box, killing all inside and letting advance another 100 yards. I think he got the silver star for that action but I never heard for sure.
Almost two thirds of the way up the Island we were paired off in twos in our sandy fox holes and a one guy kept watch the other could sleep. Our sleep was forever getting interrupted by someone slipping along crawling toward our supplies of food and water, and by the eerie light of our flares -shooting was sporadic all night. Toward the end though we would be rushed by groups of 10, 20 and 100 trying to break out resulting in viscous fire fights.
One day my buddy from New York, Homer Davis and I got pinned down and couldn't get out of our fox hole. The Japs were firing all the mortars and rockets they had left and were keeping us pinned down. All we had to eat was canned cheese. We ate cheese for two days.
We had a wicked fire fight one night about 2 AM. About 400 Japs charge thru a thicket of small trees just ahead of us right at our front line. The brunt of the chare hit the 4th Marines on our right and almost a 100 headed into us. We fired at every shadow from the flares overhead for about 2 hours and then it tapered off to just an occasional burst of fire here and there. Next daylight we scouted on up three trees and saw dead bodies stacked up like cord wood in front of us. The closest in front of me had a beautiful cow hide pack and a Jap flag inside his helmet. I still have his pack but lost the flag after all these years.
We followed the flame-throwers on up the Island as they fired into the hundreds of caves, and we fired as they scrambled out of their holes like ants.
When we reached the farthest point of the Island all organized resistance was over and it was just mopping up and blowing up the caves and pill boxes. Our company captain gave me a dispatch case with information on all the guys in our outfit that had been killed or wounded and was told to catch the first boat going back to Guam and deliver the information to our Regimental Headquarters back there.
I caught a LCVI (Landing Craft Vehicle Infarty?) and we sailed back to Guam. I caught a ride with a truck headed over to the other side of the island where our rear echelon was still in camp. The truck let me off at the front of a palm grove and I started walking back up to our tent city. When the group that were left behind in our rear echelon saw me coming up the road alone a cry went up and the guys came running down the road to meet me saying, "Where is the rest of the outfit?" "Are you the only one left Fecht?" "We've been listening to the battle on the radio, did everyone else get killed?" It took me a few minutes to quiet them down and reassure them that most of our buddies made it ok.
The Battle of Iwo Jima gave me enough combat points to gain a furlough back in the Sates and home for awhile. I s

Friday, February 20, 2009


Clipping from WWII scrapbook kept in Mexico, Missouri - Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley - 2009

Memoirs of James L. Fecht - 3rd Marine Division - WWII -
"After a few months of relaxation after the Guam landing, we began training for our next objective. Tokyo Rose, who usually knew somehow about where we were going next, began broadcasting from Japan that our 3rd Marine Division was going to make a landing in Okinawa and that most of us would be killed. She was really wrong on that one, as we were headed for Iwo Jima in the Volcano Islands.
Our 3rd marine Division was met with the 4th Division from Hawaii and the 5th Division from Saipan and at sea. We rendezvoused with an escort of destroyers and various battleships along with an ominous pair of red cross hospital ships that gave us the willies.
We listened to the bombardment by sea and air thru our attack troop ship radio and learned of our destination. We studied maps and held school on the battle plan which didn't hold much imagination for such a tiny island. The plan was for the 5th Division to land first and head straight across the island, the 4t Div. was to land second and go up the right side of the island and then our 3rd Division was to land and go up the center of the island, with the 5th on our left and the 4th on our right.
I dug in the soft sand and looked up at the volcano Mount Suribachi that commanded all the high ground let them look right down our throats.
Destroyers, battleships, cruisers and small gun boats pounded away at the mountain and dive bombers blasted them from above, but just the minute the dust would clear for a second, out of a cave would poke a shore battery gun and cut loose at the ships and down along our beach."

Clipping from WWII scrapbook kept in Mexico, Missouri - Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley - 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Photograph of Iwo Jima (click on image to enlarge) Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley

James Fecht was a U.S. Marine who fought on Iwo Jima with the 3rd Marine Division. The following is an excerpt from his war memoirs. In the final years of his life, Jim began a series of acrylic paintings of the places where he had fought. He painted all of the locations at peace. It took him a lifetime to work through the terrors he had experienced in combat.

page 98

"Things started heating up about 200 yard ahead of us in the scrub trees and volcanic rocks, a firefight was definitely moving our way. Homer Davis, a farm boy from Middlefield, New York and I were huddled up as deep as we could get in a shell hold, in the light volcanic sand, about 20 yards from the edge of the scub trees.
The unmistakable crackling of light Namu machine gun fire, and the popping of their rifle fire, kept coming our way, and we knew that we would soon be in for it. Mortar shells were dropping in on us, ahead of their advancing troops, keeping us pinned down in our holes.
Every time a shell exploded nearby, the light sand would shift back down in our hole, keeping us busy shoveling it out again. We took turns immediately after a shell burst, to stick our heads up to take a peek at what was coming our way, and then report to the other what we thought was coming in.
At my lst sighting it appeared to me that the shells were bursting further behind us, which meant that their troops were getting closer to us. I also note that their small arms fire was moving a little further to our right into the 4th Marines on our right flank.
Our Battalion's plan on defending or advancing was always to lay down a withering stream of fire, and the time had come to defend our position against their counter attack. They were too close for our artillery or Naval or Air support, so that left it up to each of us to throw everything we had at them.
On all sides of us, all up and down the line, small arms fire began popping and cracking, and with the explosions of grenades and mortar shell, it sounded like the biggest Fourth of July you've ever heard.

page 99

It was pretty late in the afternoon and with the sun going down, we were sure that their main charge would come after dark. Their counter attacks always came after they moved up close to our positions during the day, then came in on us at night.
Our old Marine Gunner McGrew, a 20 year veteran who we would follow anywhere, came crawling into our hole with bandoliers of 30 caliber ammo clips for our rifles, and bags of grenades. He told us to keep our fire all night, but to fire from different positions so as not to give our locations away.
Homer crawled about 5 yards to the left and I crawled 5 years to the right, were we dug a couple more foxholes in the sand to give us a couple of more firing positions. We would fire into the scrub trees ahead whenever we thought we saw something moving. And, the rest of our battalion were doing the same thing.
As it got dark, one of our destroyers moved in close to shore, and started shooting off flares that lit up the area in an eerie light as they slowly drifted to the ground. In the dust and smoke from exploding shells rising up in the brush and scrub trees, limbs were being cut off from the murderous fire. Shadowy figures darting between rocks and trees drew a stream of fir from a dozen different directions.
When the sand started kicking up in my face, I realized that there was incoming fire too. I could hear the whizzing over my head that sounded like bees buzzing by. The Gunner came crawling by, dragging more bandoliers of ammo from hole to hole.

page 100

The firing in front of us died down about 2 A.M., but it sounded like the 4th (division) on our right flank were still getting it. They were in afire fight and were getting mortar shells dropped in on them too. The shelling lasted only about a half hour, but there was to be no sleep that night, as small bands of three or four charged our lines all night. The tension in the darkness was sheer terror and left us all exhausted as first light of dawn filtered through the dust and fog.
Homer and I took turns cat-napping and keeping watch back in our big sandy hole together. Lieutenant Rink crawled over to us and passed the word that we were to move out right away, and move up 100 yards and dig in there. We strapped our packs on, loaded up our cartridge belts with ammo, hooked on all the grenades we could carry, then crawled out of our holes.
About 20 feet to my left, a big ex-Pro football player named Gurley, lay slumped over the edge of his foxhole. I thought he was just asleep, and I crawled over to wake him and to get him to come with us. That's when I noticed his mouth and nose were buried right down in the sand. It looked like somewhere during the night he must have raised up to fire, a small piece of shrapnel hit him right in the heart. Our Navy Corpsman, Doc Wilson, got my signal and crawled over to take at look at him, but there was nothing he could do.

page 101

As we made our way up to our new position, we encountered dead enemy bodies about 20 yards in front of us. That's how close they had gotten to us. When I poked one with my bayonet to make sure he was dead, his helmet fell off, and I found some letters, pictures, and a regimental flag up on the inside straps of his helmet. I stuffed them into the pockets of my dungarees, and moved on.
As we got further into the scrub trees, we found dead bodies all over the place, some places they were stacked on top of each other. They had charged right into our murderous firepower. Some of the guys were shooting into the corpses, taking no chance that some might be alive.
The Artillery, Naval and Air bombardment ahead of us, churned up the landscape until it looked like all the pictures of hell I had ever seen. s the barrage moved on up ahead of us, we came out of the little scrub trees into a small clearing, where we stopped and started digging in, and not a bit too soon! a machine gun opened up from a concrete pill box about 200 yards ahead of us, spraying lead all across the front lines. When bullets started kicking up dust all around you, and clipping off the leaves from bushes right near your head, you can dig a hole pretty fast.
A take was called up to knock out the pill box that was pinning us down, and as it swung into the clearing, and started firing at the emplacement with armor piercing shells, some of those shells ricocheted off the concrete and bounced end over right over our heads adding to our peril.

page 102

The tank maneuvered in closer to the pill box to get within its flame thrower range, when all of the sudden it was hit by a high explosive shell from another buried pill box on its flank. The tank was completely immobilized and started burning. A couple of the tank crew got out of the tank and started running town our lines, but both bunkers opened up on them and cut them down.
About 20 yards on my right, an Indian boy from South Dakota, by the name of Mix, stripped off his pack, cartridge belt and canteens, loaded up the pockets of his dungarees with grenades, grabbed his rifle and took off on a dead run toward the bunker, about 200 yards of open ground.
I don't think they saw him because the smoke from the burning tank, because he never drew any fire at all. He ran around to the back of the dirt mound that covered the concrete pill box and started throwing in grenades one after the other, as fast as he could pull the pins. When the dust cleared Mix waved at us and yell that it was all clear. There were 4 dead bodies in the bunker and Lieutenant Rinka said we could more up past there tomorrow.
After the campaign of Iwo Jima was over, we returned to our base on Guam, where Mix was awarded the Silver Star for his outstanding bravery. "

South Pacific at Peace Series by James L. Fecht (click on image to enlarge) Acrylic painting completed in 1997. Archives of The Museum of the San Fernando Valley 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


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Bill and Anita Fahrenkrog live in Jackson, Missouri. Anita is the great grand daughter of Leona (Weaver) and John Franklin Crites.
She is the g-great grand daughter of Mary Ann (Secrist) and Josiah Crites, and the g-grand daughter of Elizabeth Ann (Paugh) and John S. Weaver.


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(Left) Carl Fetterhoff and his older brother Tom. Carl lives in Springfield Missouri and Tom Fetterhoff resides in Florida.
They are the great grandsons of Leona (Weaver) and John Franklin Crites

Monday, January 19, 2009


Maranda embraces her mother Robin on commencement day (click on image to enlarge)

Maranda Hanson with her mother Robin Perysian, step father Dale Perysian and grandmother Janet Lawrence (Fecht) Boyce

Our kinswoman Maranda Hanson completed her Master of Arts degree in Teaching in June 2008. Recently she was informed that she passed the National Board for Teachers examination. This places her among the top 2% of teachers in the State of California, and among the top 3% in the United States. To congratulate herself, Maranda purchased a home in Vacaville, California.

Maranda is the great, great, grand daughter of Leona Belle (Weaver) and John Franklin Crites

She is a member of the family of Robert W. Fecht

Saturday, January 3, 2009


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A hardware store on First Street in Marble Hill, Missouri has been in the Fetterhoff family for 58 years. Bill and Carol Fetterhoff have retired after 31 years, having purchased the store from Bill's parents Dorothy and Elmer Fetterhoff.

Bill Fetterhoff is the great, great grandson of Leona (Weaver) and John F. Crites


One great things about Christmas cards are the one page letters that often get tucked in. For those of us interested in keeping in touch with our families, new names sometimes appear. Here are two young members of our family just added to our ever-growing records.

RILEY DAVID HAYES who will be 10 years old this year. Wouldn't his ancestor Elizabeth Ann Walsh Fecht have loved Riley's first name. Riley is the son of our kinswoman Cynthia Ann and her husband Michael Hayes. He was born in Lincoln, Nebraska.

OLIVIA MAE HAYES is 5 years old in 2009. She is the daughter of our kinswoman Cynthia Ann and her husband Michael Hayes. Olivia was born in Lincoln, Nebraska where she lives with her parents.

Please note: The maiden names and other vital information is withheld from this blog for the security of identity of family members.

Riley and Olivia's ancestors:
William Crites, John Crites, Josiah Crites, John Franklin Crites, Mildred Crites Fecht, Dorothy Fecht Fetterhoff

John Weaver (I), John Weaver (II), John S. Weaver (III), John S. Weaver, Leona Weaver Crites, Mildred Crites Fecht, Dorothy Fecht Fetterhoff

Solomon Secrist, Jacob Secrist, David Secrist, Mary Ann Secrist Crites,
John Franklin Crites, Mildred Crites Fecht, Dorothy Fecht Fetterhoff