Memories of Grandma Greenley

The following memoir was written by my brother Dale Greenley, of his memories of our Grandmother Mary (Maddux) Greenley.  She was born near Montrose, Colorado in 1896, and died in Roseburg, Oregon in 1967.  He asked me to fact check his info.  And, because of the information in the trunks and other reserarch, I realize there is some incorrect information in his narrative. 

Dale talks of my grandmother's move to New Mexico from her childhood home in Colorado in 1920.  We now know that the Greenley's sold their home in New Mexico to Mary's brother, Edwin, and her father, Isreal Oliver Maddux.  She took with her, Eugene (age 8) and Lois (age 4), her half-siblings. 

I included pictures from the family photo album that connect with Dale's narrative.  One other thing that I noticed is in Dale's description of their trip to Oregon from Colorodo that it took several months.  Well, the dates on the photos indicate the trip only took a couple of weeks.  I am sure it felt like months to the travelers.

With the tragic events in Roseburg this week, I am feeling much love for my hometown. And much pride in our family's connection to this beautiful town.  I just emailed Dale, and he confirmed that one of the victims was a close friend.  Larry Levine was the writing instructor killed at Umpqua.  He and Dale were fellow fly fisherman.  Dale has been interviewed by several news sources the last two days.  He wrote that he was interviewed by AP, Yahoo, and the Washington Post.  I went to Yahoo and found the following:

Yahoo News - Larry Levine

Grandma Mary Greenley

Dale Greenley

     I can see her now, standing at the kitchen stove with a white dish towel draped over her head, hunched over a simmering pot of water containing menthol extract.  The pleasant, pungent aroma masked the normal faint skunk odor that permeated the house, but I could never understand how she could inhale those hot, humid fumes.  Grandma was a devout Adventist and a great one for “taking cures.”  She was very health conscious and adhered to the strict vegetarian regimen preached by Ellen White decades before being a vegetarian was popular. 

     Born near Montrose, Colorado in 1896, Grandma Greenley’s ancestors on both sides had been among the earliest American colonists, spreading from Jamestown in the 1630s and involved in the Revolutionary War.  Her later ancestors were among the earliest Adventists, dating from its formation in 1863.  In spite of this distinguished ancestry, she had led a rough life.  Her mother died when Grandma was 14 with the cause of death listed as “mania.”  From letters Grandma’s father later wrote to her, he didn’t seem to be any saner than her mom.  Her father quickly remarried and Grandma inherited the task of tending to her step mother’s two children.  Sometime during World War I, Grandma’s older brother spirited her away from the madness and took her to the Greenley ranch in Northeast New Mexico where he was a ranch hand and she became the ranch cook.  There she met and married Ansel Greenley.  My dad, their first child was born there in 1921.  Some years later they lost the ranch, and moved to Rocky Ford in the arid, wind-blown plains of Southeast Colorado. 


 There, amid the dust, the depression, and poverty, she raised five children, after losing one of the twin boys when he was eight months old. In 1936, they loaded their possessions on a wooden-wheeled flatbed trailer, hitched it behind a 1929 Model A Ford pickup and spent several months traveling with their possessions and children to Roseburg where Grandpa had secured a job as a cook at the Veteran’s Domiciliary.

On their way to Oregon - left Rocky Ford, Colorado June 30, 1936.  In the picture Bob, Ansel (Bette in front of Ansel), Mary (with Everett in front of her), Lela (with Bill in front of her)

Camping on the trip to Roseburg

From the pictures grandma religiously took, you could tell the trip west was a sad-sack operation and I’m sure the care and feeding five children and a demanding husband was no easy task.

First home in Roseburg on Harvard

     As a very young child, I remember them living in a white, two story house on Harvard where Long John Silver’s now sets.  Sometime in the late 1940s, they settled into a house perched on the hill above the end of Broad Street, looking down on the airport.  When I was in high school, they sold the bottom corner of their property the people who started Nottingham Nursery. Their home there is the house of my memories. 

     A petite, frail lady, she didn’t say much and never said a bad word about anybody, but she had resolve, developed over many years of enduring a humorless, domineering husband.  Short brown hair, only lightly flecked with grey, wrapped a kindly, compassionate face with a small nose that sported her dainty wire-rimmed glasses.  On this hill, she tended a large garden, her grandchildren, her daily diary and her photo albums.  The diary and photo albums are now valuable family treasures.  Not only does her diary offer a wonderful window into the past, every photo in the albums have the names, the location and a brief account of what is in the photo.  They are priceless for the information they carry.

     When we came to visit, the kids made a bee-line to Grandma’s chair next to an old Singer treadle sewing machine. The top left hand drawer contained a box of Luden’s menthol cough drops.  We lined up when Grandma opened the little drawer and then handed each of us a cough drop.  I still love those cough drops and without fail, the sight the distinctive orange Luden box or the smell of menthol flashes fond memories of Grandma Greenley.  After the cough drops, we went to the closet under the stairs to the attic and got out a big cardboard box full of old toys.  There were red, green, blue, yellow and orange wood blocks in many different dimensions that we fought over, an old Pluto-like jointed dog figure on a spring loaded disk in a wood cylinder that did funny dances when you pushed on the bottom of the cylinder.  There were numerous other toys that I have long forgotten, but also in the box was a dried Flicker wing.  The bright orange feathers on the underside of the wing always captivated me and made that wing my favorite item in the box.

     On a local grandchild’s birthday or on a visit from the out-of-town grandchildren, she stood each up against the door frame of the kitchen.  Once properly positioned, she told us to stand straight and tall, and with a book placed on the top of our head, drew a pencil line on the frame.  She then printed the child’s name, age and date above the line. I wish that when the house was torn down, someone would have had the presence of mind to salvage that door frame.  If our visit turned out to be an extended one, I loved to go up in the attic and either play with the large collection of old marbles that Uncle Everett had won in school, or read some of the old “National Geographic” magazines stored by date in long shelves against the wall.  

    In her later years, she began a trend of increasing restrictions on her diet and the last year or so of her life, she was eating nothing but a gruel made of mashed peas and carrots.  She was a thin, frail lady to begin with but in the end, she had withered to skin and bones.  I was in college when she passed away and I found it difficult to deal with.  It seemed that such a kind, gentle and loving person as Grandma Greenley deserved a better life.  Fortunately for me, there are flickers on the hill behind my house.  Every time I see one, grandma’s flicker wing comes to mind and I am taken back to that big box of toys and my wonderful Grandma Greenley.

Going on a Cat Hunt

My Grandma Greenley (Mary Maddux Greenley (1896 - 1967) kept a diary starting in 1909 and continued throughout her life.  Most of the entries are just a record of daily activities. But there are some gems of stories among the mundane.

In her dairy, my grandmother wasn't always careful about spelling and punctuation.  For the ease of reading, I've re-typed the story (I also scanned the original so you can see her words), but I've corrected some of her mistakes to make it easier to read.

Mary Maddux Diary - Oct. 23, 1910

Sunday, Oct. 23, 1910: Just eating our breakfast and thinking about washing when Earenest came out and told us to prepare for a cat hunt.  Tickled to death.  We hitched up the big wagon. Went down to the shop where and took in Edwin and all the dogs and a couple of his friends. The older of them having a camera. We went up Spring Creek.  Struck a cat track, but did not get him. Had our pictures taken once with Edwin Kelling, Ruth and myself with all the dogs and a gun in ourhands.  And then Ruth and I alone with the dogs and gun.  When we came to the cider mill we went in, had our picture taken with Mr. Kelling, Ruth and I with a glass of cider held in the air. Also the cider mill man.  But best of all we went out and got a little young pig apiece and had our pictures taken with one in our arms. And then Mr. Kelling had his picutre taken with a bigger pig in his arms.  The first pictures taken yet of us in our overalls.

Ruth is her cousin, Edwin is her older brother.  I don't know who Mr. Kelling is, but I presume a friend.  
When I started going through her photo album, I found one of the pictures she described!  

Sunday, Oct. 23 1910  Mary Maddux and cousin Ruth Maddux

Ansel meets Mary

April 9 - May 13 Diary entries

Mary Maddux met Ansel Greenley for the first time on April 1, 1919.  Their courtship was short. On April 11 she writes, "Ansel & I setting up (dog gone)."  One month later, on May 10th, she writes, "Mrs. G, Ansel & I went to Las Vegas.  Ansel & I were married (2pm) by minister Hubbard. Mother and Mrs. King were witnesses. Bought new skirt, came home Edwin mad all had supper. Down to Mothers staid there all night." I am presuming "Mrs. G." and "Mother" are referring to Ansel's mother, Mary Ella (Brown) Greenley.

Mary Maddux was 23 years old in April of 1920. According to the 1920 census (The census information was taken on Jan. 20, 1920) She was living with her father, Israel O. Maddux (age 64), her brother Edwin Maddux (age 33) and half brother Eugene (age 7) and half sister Lois (age 4). They lived in the mountains near Montrose, Colorado.  She mentions the towns of Delta, Ridgeway and Grand Junction. The Gunnison River ran through their land. One of the first entries in her diary, on May 6th, 1909, she writes that they arrived at their "mountain ranch on Iron Springs Mesa."

To begin, I am going to start with the "story" I was told about Mary Maddux's leaving Colorado and arriving in New Mexico. These entries tell a different story of her arrival in New Mexico than I had expected.  It really is an example of how the "narrative" changes over time with re-telling by different people.  My understanding (until reading the diary) was that Mary was taken by one of her brother's (I always had presumed it was Ralph) to be a housekeeper for the Greenley Ranch.  The brother was concerned for her living with her father, and taking care of her younger half siblings.  They wanted her away from that way of life.

From the diary,  I know that the mother of Eugene and Lois died in Sept. of 1919 (she died in childbirth - more on that story later).  Her name was Beatrice (Crouch) Maddux.  Mary called her "Bee" in her diary.  


The events in the months leading up to Mary Maddux's arrival in New Mexico are somewhat puzzling.  The following entries show that the family is leaving Colorado for New Mexico. It looks as if Edwin was the  brother that orchestrated the move. In the diary, I find the entry on Feb. 4th, "Edwin went to New Mexico." On Feb. 18th, "Edwin and Mr. Toblman came back from N.M. Edwin running around on business. Papa moving from hills. Elmer and Tuck were down to see about buying our land."  Then on March 18th, "Cill C (I can't read her writing, I can tell it is a name) took Edwin and I up to Rigeway and sold our land to the Israel boys in his ford. From other items I have found in the trunks, it looks like Edwin and Mary had a separate "claim" from their father's land. On March 19th, "Edwin and Mr. Watson went to N.M."

April 1, 1920 Diary Entry

Mary (Maddux) Greenley (1930s?)

Ansel Greenley (1930s?)

Then on April 1st she writes the following: (I scanned this entry from the diary, so you can see what she wrote in the image)
"Lois, Eugene & I boarded the train for N.M. was delayed on Marshal Pass and missed the train at Pueblo. Went to bed, took the train for Trinidad 3am. Got there 7am, got tickets, had breakfast and took the S &F for Shoemaker 10am got to Shoemaker 4pm. Edwin, Edward & Ensil Greenley meet me. came home in ford found a big family still living in the house having big time."


It is fun to see her misspelling of Ansel - and you gotta wonder what the "big family still living in the house having a big time" MEANS.  Was it the rest of the Greenley family??  What is a "big time"? is that a party of some sort?  Well, she took the children with her! And not only is Mary living with the Greenleys, but so is Edwin, Lois and Eugene. In the diary she rarely mentions Papa, Edwin, Eugene and Lois after marrying into the Greenley family.  On May 11 (the day after they got married) she writes, " Mother, Ansel & I went to Wagon Mound with Mr. & Mrs. Dulin. bought the Dulins out, came home & found Papa there. Introduced him to my husband. He did not care but felt bad to have me leave. Staid all night down to Mother's. Olive doing my wash at home. ("Papa" is Mary's father, Iseral O. Maddux. "Mother" is Ansel's mother.)

Part two of this story will focus on the Greenley side.  If you want to "follow" this blog you can sign up to get email notification when I new entry is posted.