1932 - 1999 (67 years)
||Estelle Grace SCHROEDER |
||27 Mar 1932
||Hayesville, Marion, Oregon [1, 2]
||College Church of The Nazarene, Nampa, Canyon, Idaho
||2 Years at NNC |
||Died suddenly following hip replacement surgery done two weeks earlier. Apparently she fell on steps leading into a store one to two days prior to her death. Not sure whether she hit her head or not. Death probably due to pulmonary embolus vs. intracranial hemorrhage. |
||SSDI states card issued in Oregon before 1951. |
||Music Teacher |
|Social Security Number
||3 Jul 1999
||Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii 
- SOME CHILDHOOD RECOLLECTIONS
I feel abundantly blessed to have been born to Al and Anne Schroeder. Even though I was the seventh child, I felt wanted and loved. Neither of them had the opportunity to get a high school or college education, but they never quit learning and expected all of us to go to college, and we all did even though they could not afford to send us.
We were rich; not in money but in love, laughter, music and spiritual guidance by example. Evening devotions sometimes got so long the younger ones might fall asleep, but those were precious memories.
One way that Mom got God's Word into us was to write several scripture verses on a chalk board in the dining room and we would read them each morning at the breakfast table. Gradually, words would disappear, but they would be in our heads and we learned many chapters of the Bible that way.
I can never remember Mother having a bad attitude about anything or anybody. She was always cheerful and always there for us.
Because the car was so full when we were all in it, Mother used to start singing and we'd all join in singing four part harmony, which kept the bickering down from the discomfort of being squeezed in so tightly.
One of the greatest gifts they gave me was the fact that they loved each other so much and showed affection to one another. If they had disagreements, I didn't know it. They never fought, and if they disagreed they never did so in our presence. We were taught to value and honor them from each of them speaking highly of the other. Mom would remind us of how hard Dad worked to support us and when he was home, no one else sat in his chair.
The work ethic was taught early in life. I don't remember when I began doing simple chores because it always seemed I had my chore responsibilities becoming increasingly more difficult as I got older. I do remember standing on a chair to put the dishes away.
Doing dishes is usually considered an unpleasant chore and we didn't like it any better than any other kid, but that was a time for learning and harmonizing new songs, and it made a dreaded chore more pleasant.
Though there was hardly any money for clothes, we were always dressed very well. Mother had this incredible gift for taking used clothing, ripping it at the seams and finding enough good fabric to make something brand new. I felt like a princess dressed in satin, velvet and lace. She sat at the sewing machine far into the night many times finishing clothes for special occasions.
It was always wonderful to come home from school and smell the delicious smell of fresh bread and something cooking on the stove. According to the calendar, I was born during the Depression, but I didn't realize it. We never lacked for food or clothes or a comfortable home.
I just assumed that mine was a very ordinary home, but when I went to college I learned how wrong I was. I can't remember speaking to anybody who didn't have some kind of problem or unhappiness.
The big old dining room table was the social center of our home. We played tag around it until Mom said, "If you're going to do that, then go to the barn!" We did our homework there, played games there, spent evenings cracking walnuts to sell and then, of course, there was suppertime when we all gathered around the table to eat Mom's good cooking and talk and laugh. On Sundays, it had to be stretched a little more to get space for company. I can remember thinking and wishing that way of life would go on forever, but already I knew it couldn't because Fred and Dick were not always there anymore.
Some pictures that are indelibly etched on my mind are: 1) Dad sitting at the table while Mom fixed his breakfast, reading the Bible and studying for his Sunday School class, 2) Mother on a sunny summer morning picking vegetables to can and make that day's meals, 3) Mother, sitting at the sewing machine hour after hour to sew for customers to make a few extra dollars, 4) Dad, in his bib overalls with the animals in the barn, giving them a loving pat and a few kind words, and 5) Mother, mixing masses of dough with flour up to her elbows and all over her apron.
From Estelle Wright (Schroeder) - Dec. 1996
||Reid Family | David's side of the family, Lynn's side of the family
||7 Jan 2014 |
||Alfred Stephen SCHROEDER, b. 14 Mar 1899, Godfrey Ranch, Paso Robles, San Luis Obispo, California d. 7 May 1961, Orchard Heights Farm, West Salem, Polk, Oregon (Age 62 years) |
||Anne Karen FRIESEN, b. 21 Jul 1901 d. 15 Jul 1998, Sunny Ridge Rehabilitation & Retirement Center, Nampa, Canyon, Idaho (Age 96 years) |
||9 Nov 1920
||American Falls, Power, Idaho 
||Schroeder Family-(Christmas 1950)|
Schroeder Family-Christmas 1950
||Schroeder, Alfred-1899 & Anne-1901 (Wedding - 9 Nov 1920) copy|
Taken on wedding day, 9 Nov 1920.
||Schroeder, Alfred G.-1899 & Anne K.-1901 (HS)|
||Group Sheet | Family Chart
||Rev. Joseph David WRIGHT, b. 9 May 1930, Kingswood, Breckinridge, Kentucky d. Abt Jul 2015, Shawnee, Johnson, Kansas (Age 85 years) |
||20 Aug 1954
||First Church of The Nazarene, Salem, Marion, Oregon
- Oregon, Marriage Indexes, 1906-2009
||Wright, J&E Wed|
||Wright, Joseph D.-1930 & Estelle G.-1932 (Wedding-20 Aug 1954)|
Taken on wedding day, 20 Aug 1954.
||Group Sheet | Family Chart
||21 Apr 2019 |
|Birth - 27 Mar 1932 - Hayesville, Marion, Oregon
|Baptism - Abt 1951 - College Church of the Nazarene, Nampa, Canyon, Idaho
|Marriage - 20 Aug 1954 - First Church of the Nazarene, Salem, Marion, Oregon
|Death - 3 Jul 1999 - Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
|| : Address
: Not Set
- [S202] Social Security Death Index (SSDI).
- [S241] United States Federal Census, Salem, Marion, Oregon; Enumeration District 24-67; Pg.3B.
- [S4] by Judith Levy (Text), Judy Pelikan (Illustrations), Grandmother Remembers - A Written Heirloom for My Grandchild, (Published in 1983 by Stewart, Tabori & Chang, Publishers, Inc., New York).