Showing posts with label Rigsby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rigsby. Show all posts

Saturday, September 28, 2019

My St. Louis Locations


I admit, I haven't worked much with land records or maps. I know I need to, but I find it to be a time-consuming project and I am far from retirement.

This week's theme prompted me to download Google Earth, and at least map out a couple of places that were important in my own life. 

My First Home
9320 Sterling Place
Affton, Missouri


We lived in this little house for the first ten years of my life, 1965-1975. Originally this was a two bedroom house, but my dad took part of the family room (I think) to make a third bedroom. The grassy area next to the house was not there at the time. It was a creek. I remember many happy hours playing in that creek.
The gravel road is where my sister Elaine lost a tooth. We tried to look for it awhile but never found it. At the far end of the gravel road there was a family with some teenage girls. They gave us their old Barbie dolls. I remember they looked a lot different from the Barbies we had. I wish we had kept them. They may have been the original ones.
Directly across the gravel road was a family with three boys. They were all about the same ages as me and my sisters. Sometimes we got along, and sometimes we didn't. I believe our fighting ruined the friendship of our mothers.
I remember there were some "hippies" that lived across the street, and a teenage girl living next to us had a baby that she named Amy. I remember asking how she had a baby when she wasn't married, but I don't remember my mom's answer.
The man behind us, Mr. Fish, grew tomatoes. The couple across the street, the Hermans, had two granddaughters that we liked to play with when they visited. Mr. Herman used to fall asleep in his lawn chair, often without a shirt on. When he stood up, you could see tan lines from his stomach folds from sleeping in the sun in his chair.

Going to the Park



Times were different then. For some reason, my parents let us ride our bikes, alone, to a nearby park called Ohlendorf Park. According to Google Maps, the trip was 1.3 miles and took about 7 minutes by bicycle. It was all side streets, but my daughter lives near the park and there are still very few sidewalks. We rode our bikes with no helmets, and we had no cell phones to call if we had a problem. The park looks different now, but I remember there was something you could climb on with a large, triangular piece of metal that several people could slide down at the same time. I burned the backs of my legs more than a few times on that thing. It also make a squeaking sound when you slid, which was basically your skin sticking to the hot metal. 

I decided not to put my second house here because my sister lives there now, but my first job, at age 16, was at Missouri Botanical Garden. I sold tickets to get in, and sometimes I worked in the gift shop or in the plant shop.


A lot of teenagers worked at the Garden, and sometimes we would get together and do things we weren't supposed to do, like look around at everything in Henry Shaw's house (the historic house of the garden's founder which is open for tours). I have always been proud that my first job was in such a great place. We are members of the Garden now, and we visit pretty often. My granddaughter Rose, who likes plants and flowers more than any kid I've ever known, enjoys our visits. She likes to see the Rose Garden. She thinks it's her garden, and we don't correct her. 

When I graduated from college, my first job was at St. Louis Children's Hospital as a Registered Nurse. At first I worked on the Cardiology/Cardiothoracic surgery floor. I also spent a year in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. The PICU was boring. I know that sounds silly, but all of the patients were sedated, and I worked at night so not much went on unless it was bad. I later transferred to the Emergency Unit, and I absolutely loved it there. 



I left the hospital in 2003 and started working in Student Health Services at Washington University in St. Louis. I was drawn by the benefits (tuition benefit for the kids + good retirement plan). I like working with the college students. It's a fun age group. I get to meet students from all over the world, and I enjoy hearing about their studies and plans for the future. We do what we can to keep the students healthy so they can complete their studies. Our office is in this building, Dardick House. We are in the basement where the green awnings are located.
We park behind the building, between the building and the baseball field. Like anyone who works at a school, we really look forward to summer. Each spring, as I walk to my car in the afternoon, I can hear the sound of a ball hitting a metal bat and I know summer's coming soon! 




Saturday, March 9, 2019

Uncle Joey

"Uncle Joey"

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

Week 10 Theme: Bachelor Uncle

Joseph Patrick Kister, Jr.

Generation 3

My Brother-in-Law
and my kids' uncle

Rigsby, Kister



Joseph, or "Joey" as we called him, was my husband's brother.
There would eventually be four boys in the family, and Joey was the second.



Joan with Mark, Joey, and Mike  c. 1967



Joan and Joe with Joey, Mark, Mike, and Kevin, c. 1970

Joey was a kind person, and family was 
important to him. This was especially true as our family
began to grow. His photo album contained a few pictures of 
friends and vacations, but mostly family, and most of these of
his nieces and nephew. 

Our oldest daughter Jennifer loved her Uncle Joey.
I remember when we asked him to be her Godfather.
He looked so happy and proud!


1989

Joey was also there, video camera in hand, to take the first videos of our 
second daughter, Kristin. I was completely miserable at the time, itching like crazy after some medicine they had given me. He filmed
that too because he thought it was funny.
I did not.

He didn't live near us when our third daughter Jessica was born, but
whenever he visited he enjoyed seeing the girls.
His eyes lit up.

When Jennifer was six, he gave her a little kit to make necklaces. 
Just beads and plastic string.
We lost Joey before she turned 7. 
She made two necklaces. One for her, and one for him.
He still has his.


Saturday, February 2, 2019

The Library Mural Artist and his Wife

The Library Mural Artist and his Wife

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

Week 5 Theme: At the Library

Robert Lawrence Rigsby
and 
Marjorie Catherine Clark Rigsby

Generation 6
My husband's Great Grandparents

Rigsby, Rigsby Clark




"The Birth of St. Louis" by Robert L. Rigsby, 1934
Source: St. Louis Front Page www.slfp.com; Photo of mural, Bob Moore


My husband's grandfather, Robert Lawrence Rigsby, was an artist. Sadly, that talent wasn't passed down to my husband or any of our children, but we are lucky that we can still see some of his grandfather's work.


This mural depicting the founding of St. Louis, Missouri, hangs in the Carondelet Branch of the St. Louis Public Library. It is very large and impossible to photograph, which is why I couldn't use my own picture here.


There were no family stories about this. My husband didn't even know. We happened to read about it in an old newspaper article.


This is definitely tops on our list of things we discovered at the library!


More of Robert L. Rigsby's work can be seen in my story below:



















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