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Descendants of James Walsh

Generation No. 4


      46. Rosalie Ellen4 Walsh (Chester Charles3, John L.2, James1) was born October 07, 1911 in Albion, Edwards, Illinois, and died August 21, 2000 in Edmonds, Snohomish, Washington. She married John "Jack" Francis Wilson October 17, 1934 in St Andrews Catholic Church, Portland, Multnomah, Oregon, son of James Wilson and Magdalen Weber. He was born April 12, 1912 in Portland, Multnomah, Oregon, and died April 19, 1995 in Edmonds, Snohomish, Washington.

Notes for Rosalie Ellen Walsh:
7 Oct 1911
Albion, Edwards, Illinois
Lived/born --Albion. Il.
Copy of Birth Record-Illinois
Moved from Albion to Portland in 4th grade.
Lived at 4416 NE 24th Street in Portland. Graduated from Jefferson High School
in 1929.
Worked for Montgomery Ward and as a nurse assistant for both doctor and
dentist.
Married at St. Andrew Catholic Church, Portland

10-7-98
One of the most memorable things about Rosalie...she always has a compliment. I cannot remember a Christmas Dinner or Thanksgiving when she was a "guest" (which means it was not in her home although she still did as much work, anywhere) that she did not say, "Everything was just delicious" or when she received flowers..."Aren't they just beautiful!!"


10-7-99
This is the day that Rosalie was moved from our home to ManorCare in Lynnwood. She was not happy about it at all...but Kathie could not care for her anymore...mainly because she woke up so often during the night. It was unfortunate that the move took place on her birthday, it was never intended that way.

It was very interesting growing up with our Grandparents so nearby. We were very lucky to get to know such wonderful people. There was never any question where the center of attention was. That was with Grandpa. He always had the baseball story to top the last baseball story, and scary enough, most were true.


****************Tim's view of Rosalie*******8-23-2000*************************
She was an amazing woman. There were 2 recliner chairs in the living room, but only one was ever used, and was it used. The second was technically Grandmas, but all I remember is fighting Joe over who got to sit in it. Andy was not a factor in this discussion. Grandma never needed it, because she was unable to sit still for even the slightest moment, unless it was to have a conversation with someone about school or friends we had, or boy scouts, or girlfriends, or band, or just about anything but sports. Not because she didn't have a genuine interest, but because she wanted to share her prized Grandchildren with Grandpa and didn't want to steal his thunder. She did chime in once in a while when the conversation started heading up and in.

Most all that is good in me is a direct result of my life contacting hers. The nurturing and caring side that like to think I have came directly from her, through my Mother because of the way that Grandma raised her. Because of the loving way that my Mother was raised and taught and guided, it has flowed through her and I hope I am showing a fraction of this to my children.

Let's make no mistake who the boss was in this family, who everything was cleared with and who could be counted on to do the right thing, Rock. I still to this day vividly remember the one time I crossed with her. I was young (who knows) and we were spending a few days with them in Spokane. I was simply not going to do what I was told. You do not even want to know what Grandpa says when Grandma asking nicely isn't good enough. She always had, and to this day, has a loyal legion who will defend and help her out of pure love and devotion. That is because she gave so selflessly to all of us on a daily basis with companionship, and helping with the daily grind. I believe she sewed the crotch in every pair of pants I ever wore from 1977 to when I decided that 501's just didn't fit my fat @$$.

If you picture life in a linear fashion, and consider the times that you came in contact with Rosalie, I dare say that nearly all would say you left that point in time better off than when you arrived. (Unless of course you happened to play against her and Grandpa in pinochle.) Whether it was a simple hello, a conversation about flowers in the garden, a serious discussion about our love life, (you can't always go to your parents), or how to handle those mysterious parents, she always had a positive attitude about everything and would not let negativity get a hold. That's her legacy. She was a very quiet, but very strong and consistently positive factor, not influence, factor in all of our lives.

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Joe's Tribute to Rosalie - 8/25/00

When I think of my Grandma I inevitably come to a picture of quiet strength and caring. My Grandfather was a very strong man with a very strong personality, but I knew who really ran the house, and so did he.

I don't ever recall my Grandmother saying no to me when I was a child--something which usually makes grandparents "favorites". It wasn't that she spoiled me, because I never asked for anything extravagant from her, but no task, meal, TV show to watch, etc. was turned down.

My Grandmother was a very tough person. I know that she lived most of her years in some kind of pain, whether it be arthritis, her back, or the variety of ailments which she encountered late in life. However, I never once heard her complain to me. She would tell me about her aches and pains if I asked, but never to garner sympathy, just to answer the question.

My Grandmother was a very happy person. Even to the last she maintained her sense of humor and would laugh at funny jokes and stories. She always had a few to tell as well. I don't ever remember her losing her temper with me. She always had a smile on her face and I always knew that a visit to Grandma and Grandpa's house would cheer me up.

My Grandmother was humble. It was avery difficult to get her to talk about herself, and if she did it was because you asked her to. I really don't know very much about her childhood or life as a young lady. I only know that she liked to go golfing with the girls when the boys were at spring training.

I think that most of all, I remember my Grandma as someone who was very loving and accepting of everyone in her life. It was a very rare event when you heard her say something negative about anyone. She did not judge others, or if she did she kept it to herself. I can honestly say that I could have gone into just about any line of work and if it had made me happy she would have been happy for me and proud of me for whoever I was.

My Grandmother was a great person. Her strength and love for her family and extended family has made an impression which will last many generations. I wish that everyone had a chance to have a Grandmother like I did.
Joe Webster
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The Rock - A Tribute

One imagines a rock as hard and unforgiving...
The Rock I knew gave all she could to her family...
She was there for my mother--bringing her up right...
She was there for my father--like her own son...
She was always there my for my brothers and made us better...
She was special to me and left me with memories...

I don't remember this myself but there was a key...
She tortured herself to hear what we liked...
She always gave her time with us away so we could see Grandpa...
She worked non-stop for everyone around...
There was always an empty chair at Grandma's house...
She loved cards and always played to win...
She loved orange mowers and found them somehow entertaining...
She loved the simple things--looking at birds and listening about our lives...
She was proud and strong and irreplaceable...
She always would put up a fight...
But her greatest strength was her love for others and her complete unselfishness...
I love you Grandma...
Andrew Webster - 8/25/00
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Remembrance

She was Dad's best girl...Kathie's best friend...Joe's best buddy...Ochie to her brothers and sisters...Rock to Dad...Grandma Rosie to her great grandchildren...and most of all Mom, Grandma, friend and Rosalie to all of us.

She was a great lady with many wonderful qualities...faith, integrity, patience, intelligence, and most of all a great love and caring for her family and friends.

Mom was born into a farming family in Illinois, and moved to Oregon when she was a fourth grader. After she graduated from Jefferson High School in Portland (thanks to Har's help with geometry), she worked for Montgomery Ward, and as a dental assistant.

She met Dad, a baseballl player tryihg to make it to the big leagues...they married in 1934 when he achieved his dream as a major league pitcher. Hardly a monetary windfall during the depression...but they led the good life, dressing to the nines and going out on the town, meeting many wonderful people from the sports and show business worlds in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Washington DC and Detroit.

I was born during the Red Sox days...they lived in Portland in the winter, Sarasota in the spring, and Boston during the summer. Dad would take off by train...then Mom would follow by car...cross country alone a few times...very adventurous for a woman in those days. She told lf losing her brakes coming out of the Tetons in the snow near Cheyenne one time.

After baseball, there was the pinball business for Dad, then the tavern in Forest Grove...and sales for Lucky Lager Beer. Karen arrived while they owned the tavern. All the while, Mom and us girls toured the Northwest and California with Dad's jobs...our stuff got moved lots of times...mostly rental homes...lots of cleaning and packing...she was a pro. At one poiont in her life she had counted at least 50 moves. Through these moves she instilled the importance of family in all of us...if we stuck together, everything would be all right, and it was.

When we girls married, our husbands were her boys...son in law didn't really fit...son fit better. She was always Rock and Mom to them.

Then her three grandsons came along...Tim helped prove how brave she was--she took him for his driver's license test in her car. Joe called her best buddy when he was little...and had to convince her not to put butter on his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Andy was little when they moved to their mobile home in Lynnwood...so he got the best acquainted with Grandma...and they have had a very special bond. She especially liked to beat him at double solitaire.

A special joy has been her three great grandchildren, Tyler Jon, Eric Michael and Kaitlyn Rose...watching them grow and develop their own special qualities was wonderful for her...and they were the only ones who could get away with calling her "Rosie".

She has had many special friends over the years...first of all were her two "extra" sisters...Char and Mary. She didn't really think of them as "in laws" either. Over the years she made many special friends in many different towns and citieis. She also had some very special friends she made at the mobile home park.

Mom had the ability to overcome adversity...she had a lot of pain over the years...headaches, back problems, total hip surgery, and her lung problems...but through it all, she was always cheerful...and fought to get better.

Through everything Mom did...and it wasn't always fun...there was a faith and serenity about her. Any of us could go to her with a problem and she would think about it, and offer advice if she were asked. She had the courage to tell us the truth (even if it wasn't what we wanted to hear) and she was usually "right on." If she was asked to keep a confidence, it was kept.

And could she ever remember things...we used to call her "elephant brain"...she seemed like she never forgot things...especiall birthdays and anniversaries. And there were somethings we probably wished she would forget.

Now it is time to remember the good times we had with her...the fun things...the pinochle tames, the year the Sonics won the championship, baseball, how she loved to work in the yard and see the flowers bloom, how we never went over to their hosue without her asking if we needed somethint to eat or drink, how she loved to listen to our accomplishments...just the visits.

She is in a better place now...probably Dad is throwing a big party to welcome her...with lots of friends and relatives that have preceded her. Thanks for the memories.

Kathleen Webster - 8/22/00
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More About Rosalie Ellen Walsh:
Burial: August 28, 2000, Holyrood Cemetery, Seattle, King, Washington
Cause of Death: COPD and Congestive Heart Failure

Notes for John "Jack" Francis Wilson:
There is so much to tell about him that I hardly know where to begin. Have already told a lot of things.
He is and was such a great brother and I'm so glad he is mine. A girl couldn't have a better protector. He could punch me but no one else better or they had him to fight. He and Franny used to let Corrine and I play ball and tin can hockey with them as there were no other girls to play with. There was an empty lot across the street from our house and it made a good ball field. We soon rounded up other kids to play. Steve and Jake Kramer and their older sister Rosalita were some of them. Had fun !!! Rosalita was about 16 and as soon as she graduated from high school she went into the Convent at St. Mary's in Beaverton. She later became Mother Superior there.

Francis Mackin was Jack's best friend all his life. Rosalie remembers when Fran died -- Just days before Jack and she got home. He had Hodgkins disease. Started with a lump in his neck -- gettiing kicked in a football game.

Jack went to high school at Columbia University run by the Notre Dame Priests. I don't know when they changed the name to Portland University. I remember Father Mish who was Dean when he was there.
He told Mom Jack would never be a great student but would be a great ball player. He had all the batting averages of the Major League ball players written on the margins of his books.

He played a lot of ball during the summer and Mom, Dad and I went to all games. He played 3rd base then. His arm just kept getting stronger all the time. He signed with Hollywood, played with San Francisco Seals, went to Arizona and played with the Globe Team and had an old bus they used to go on their trips in. Was so hot and he lost so much weight, he got hurt sliding into home. His cleat got caught in the home plate so he was out of play for sometime. I missed him so when he was gone during the season.

His Godparents were Uncle John and Aunt Mary. Uncle John studied for the priesthood for two years at Santa Barbara, California. For some reason he quit when Mom said she was getting married. He
gave Mom his Missionary Cross which is the one Jack has. Mom gave it to him on his Confirmation Day. Uncle John gave Jack the chest of drawers when he was born. He also gave him the silver pocket watch for his graduation from St. Andrews.

He really kept track of my dates. Knew everyone I went out with except Pete. He was the only one I ever dated he didn't know. All of his friends took over the job of watching out for me when he was gone. They really gave Pete a bad time but as Pete said he was marrying me not my brother. As you know, they became great friends right from the start. He and Pete played golf every day rain or shine. Had a great time together. The four of us had many fun times together.

I could go on talking about him but a lot of it wouldn't mean anything to you but to me it means everything so I'll quit while I ' m ahead. He was named for his grandfather, John Henry Wilson.

by Mary Petersen: 5-98

******Information supplied by Kathie to Father William Lane before Jack's Funeral at Beck's Garden Chapel, Edmonds, WA***************

John Francis "Jack" Wilson
Born April 12, 1912 in Portland Oregon
Passed away from multiple health problems in Edmonds, April 19, 1995 at age 83.
Education - Columbia Prep Academy, Portland, through 10th grade - Basically self
taught after that.
Hobbies - Golf, Pool
Music - Loved Rag Time Piano Music
Loved family gatherings (espcially Christmas) - the great pinochle games (loved it best when he was winning!)
Everyone was his friend - and he loved to have fun and wanted everyone to have a good time. Liked to tell jokes and sports stories - was a walking encyclopedia on sports.

Two qualities he had were kindness and generosity. He would be the first to help someone who needed it. He would "give someone the shirt off his back" if they needed it.

Believe he thought his greatest accomplishments were:
That he married the right girl - Rosalie - his wife of 60 years.
His daughters Kathleen and Karen and their families
His baseball career
Jack quit school after the 10th grade to play professional baseball. He began with the Hollywood Stars in 1932. Played in Arizona and Portland in '33 and went to the Philadelphia Athletics in 1934. Was traded to the Boston Red Sox in 1935 where he pitched as starter and reliever until 1940. He was traded to the Washington Senators, and later Detroit Tigers, before being sent back to minor leagues in 1942. Before his baseball career ended in 1948, he coached the University of Portland Pilots and managed the Salem Senators. Jack had the pleasure of playing with and against many Hall of Famers including Ted Williams, Bobby Doerr, Jimmie Foxx, Hank Greenberg, Lou Gehrig, and Joe Dimaggio.
He said he only made it into the Baseball Hall of Fame was by pitching to Joe Dimaggio the day he hit in his 44th consecutive ball game to set the record.

His favorite baseball story was that in 1935 he was brought into the ball game as a
relief pitcher with the Red Sox behind 9-2. With the Sox slowly playing catch up, he continued to pitch and in the 9th inning, the Red Sox tied the game. In the 11th inning, he was the first batter. On a 3 and 2 pitch, he hit the ball into the center field bleachers. It was his first big league hit, his first home run, and won him his first big league game.

His most common comment: "Would you like to see my scrapbooks?"

Values or lessons he wanted to share with his children and next generation:
Be Honest to yourself and to others
He instilled in his children good self-esteem and pride in our family

When he was inducted into the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame last year he told the young people present: "If you have talent, and you have a dream - go for it"

His value system influenced his whole family - not only his daughters, but also his three grandsons.

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More About John "Jack" Francis Wilson:
Burial: April 22, 1995, Holyrood Cemetery, Seattle, King, Washington
Cause of Death: Stroke
     
Children of Rosalie Walsh and John Wilson are:
  96 i.   Kathleen Faye5 Wilson, born Private. She married Bruce John Webster, Jr. "Jack" Private; born Private.
  97 ii.   Karen Lee Wilson, born Private. She married William Richard Larkin Private; born Private.


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