The Family Home Page for Dorothy Davis Webb
TheFamily Home Page forDorothyDavisWebbUpdated May 29, 2003 | Dorothy Davis Webb 92-971 Makakilo Drive Unit #10 Kapolei,Hawaii 96707-1306 United States 808-672-4053 [email protected] |
Welcome to my Home Page ~~~~ This page will lead you to information about my early years as Dorothy Davis, born in Cambridge, Massachusetts on the 21st of July 1933.My sister, Velma Jean Davis, was born in New York City in 1935 and today lives with her husband of forty very long years, Richard Anderson.After a few years in New York, we moved to Dayton, Ohio where my brother, Robert Lee Davis was born in 1938.Bob and his wife, Judy, live in Fort Wayne, Indiana now in a lovely home surrounded by beautiful trees and flowers where I love to spend time working in the Allen County Library Genealogy Department. Our parents were Jesse Earl Davis from Dayton, Tennessee and Frances Gertrude Moores born in a tiny fishing village, Freshwater, in Newfoundland.While I was born a Yankee, my roots are in the South of English ancestry - including the Davis, French, Clay, and Belcher famies of Virginia and the Hale, Travis and Buttram families of Tennessee. John Clay arrived in Jamestown in 1613 on the ship Treasurer and came from sturdy stock to have survived his life in the New World.My Mother's family also of English origin, with the Moores, Penney, Butt, Barret, and Wareham families as early settlers in the Conception Bay area of Newfoundland."Newfie" ancestery is a special ethnicity and one that I am proud of. My years as Dorothy Davis in Dayton and Oakwood ended in 1954 when my life with Virgil Lee Hoppel and his sons, Fred and David began.Our two daughters, Laurel Lee and Deborah Lynn were born in 1955 and 1956. During the next five years we lived in Dayton, Columbus, Mineral Ridge and Warren, Ohio. My life with Lee ended in divorce, March 29, 1959 in the Montgomery County Court House. On September 3, 1961, TSgt Richard James Webb, from Niles, Ohio, and I were married in Chapel 1 at Wright Patterson AF Base. Our sons, Richard James Webb, Jr. and Scott Davis Webb were born the next two years at the Base hospital. Rick came home from the hospital Easter Sunday in a bunny-suit provided by volunteers from the maternity ward.It was a cold, dreary day with snow covering my tulips that were beginning to bloom in front of our home at 16 North Haven Drive in Fairborn.Dick had my favorite record album, Camelot, playing when we came into the house.I was in the hospital having Scott on Rick's first birthday and the first thing we did was have a birthday party for him when I came home. We thought our family was complete, but after Dick's return from his tour in Viet Nam, our Daughter, Jennifer Leigh Webb, was born on January 8, 1970 at Wilford Hall Medical Center in San Antonio.Texas was our home for eight years and we all feel some part of us is a little Texan.Jennifer was born there, Rick's first son, Richard James Webb III, is buried there at Fort Sam Houston and Scott lives there today in Austin. Hawaii became home to us in April, 1972 when we arrived at Hickam Air Force Base.After a few years living on Base, we moved to our new townhouse at 92-967 Makakilo Drive, Unit Number #1 in Makakilo. Dick is buried in the National Cemetery of the Pacific at Punchbowl.To him I owe everything I am today.He was a good man, and I have been blessed to be his wife. Hawaii Pacific University became an important part of our lives here in Hawaii with both of us receiving degrees and working there - Dick, as Military Coordinator and myself as an Instructor of Business Communication. In 2002, I moved to Unit #10 in Palehua Gardens just around the corner from where I had lived for almost twenty-five years. My move is still not complete - I have a lifetime's accumulation of belongings that are still being sorted through and for which I am attempting to find a home. There is too much to live with now but it is very difficult to make the necessary choice of what must go and what I can keep, so I must leave that to others. God help them.I hope you will find my story one of interest. | |