in September, 2003 he lived at Box, 65 Scranton, North Dakota, 58653, where he managed an agricultural Co-Op.

HI - I never heard about suicides in the family before ... but I suppose anything is possible. Jack had told me that Hugh and Jim Goodfellow were close ... maybe because they lived so close together (hugh SR. was on the place Jack and Genevra used to live and where I got to live in the summers. The pics my dad showed me of the place indicated it was not nearly as fancy then... the only building that remains from the early ranch is the big barn. When Jack tore down the old house - he kept the dining room addition and made it into the bunk house. I stayed in that bunkhouse one summer and never knew that .. he told me about it a year or so before he died.
When I moved up to North Dakota, Jack asked me if there were any Goodfellows I had met from up here. I hadnt - but he told me that there were Goodfellows in North and South Dakota that were a branch of the Goodfellow Family I was from.. I did see a cattle sale that was in south dakota with a Goodfellow name on it - I think I sent it to you. The cabin that you mentioned I am pretty familure with, there used to be one room that was usuable, and I stayed overnite there a couple times. I didnt know that Grandad Goodfellow wanted to be a pastor, but it makes sense. He has some bibles that have so much writing in them that its hard to read the text around the writing. I have one of the two that Dad inherited. Dad said that his dad Hugh and JP Goodfellow used to argue some about Hugh's religion. I doubt Genevra was one of JP's favorites either as she was pretty religious also. I remember her going to Eli to church on sundays alone. Jack was converted and became a strong christian in the last five years of his life - mostly due to Tom's efforts I suppose. He did come close to dieing once and refused to go to the hospital. When Rich did take him - they didnt think he would live. I remember visiting him in the hospital. He couldnt talk, but when I said i was there, he took my hand and smiled. He fooled everyone and lived another ten years. I met Bill Goodfellow when I was in San Diego. Aunt Hattie was living with him and was so thrilled that someone in the family would come visit. She was blind most of my life and lived with Belva. We used to go see belva a few times a year. Dad had sort of grew up on Ralph's ranch, when they moved back from Iowa, and Belva was sort of like a sister to him. I liked Belva. Bill Goodfellow wasnt very well thought of by most of the family down here. I guess its probably just a bunch of rumors. You may have picked up on those from Jack. I knew Smoky very well ... he was at our house in Gordon a lot - he and my dad really liked each other. He had a great sense of humor.... and he really liked kids. Usually he brought Susan and I stuff when he came over. It really set everyone back when he had that accident -- it was probably more like a shock - it was hard to believe that happened for a long time. I can still hear his voice if i think back. Guess he was one of my heroes or whatever you call them. I met his sister once - all i remember is that she had red hair. From what I gather she wasnt that popular with most of the family. Ralph must have been a great guy. Dad grew up on his ranch, and I know Dad thought the world of "uncle" Ralph. Maybe it was mutual as when Ralph died he left dad quite a bit of money with instructions that is was to be spent to go to college. Dad said there was enough to go through college three times - but, he didnt spend it the way he was supposed to - he lost it farming. Simmons now live on the place Belva lived on. When Smoky was going to school he drove an antique chevy probly from the early 40's ..it was really cool, instead of being black like most of those cars were it was tan with a light brown interior. Dad said it was Ralph's car. It even had heated seats! I saw that car sitting along a fence line a dozen years ago, and asked Don (Simmons) if he would sell it. He said if I had a hundred dollars it was mine. He had taken the seats out and had put them where they couldnt get eaten by mice and stuff. I spose I should have bought it. Doubt there is much left now. Too bad I didnt take him up on it - that would have been a steal! I gave up another piece of history also. There was three old F-20 International Harvestor tractors about a mile from Jack's house. They were owned by Hugh Goodfellow SR when he lived there. Jack asked if I wanted one, and a friend and I went out and got one. WE tried for weeks to get it to run - but never could. The tractor ended up being sold with the farm when my friend sold out .. at the time I didnt really care.. now I wish I had it. not quite bad enough to go buy it and haul it way up here though,,,, LOLAs long as I am bored and rambling,,,,, I think from what I was told, that most of the goodfellow boys went to Tabor College in Tabor Iowa. I know that when Hugh Sr graduated, his dad gave him a Hamilton Watch ... Since I inherited Grandad's mantle clock, My brother got the watch ... but I did get the serial number from Ron, and it is a Hamilton 992 railroad watch (railroad watches were high quality and expensive). Dad thought maybe all of the Goodfellow kids got one when they got out of college. Do you know if this is true ? Well, supper is past due, sooo i better go eat, Roger

(This from an E-mail sent May 24, 2009, from Roger to Mark Goodfellow, b. 1945)

From: marcusgoodfellow@hotmail.comTo: tigger_x46@hotmail.comSubject: Re: another obituaryDate: Sun, 24 May 2009 18:34:37 -0600
That's a great story, Roger. I'd heard little bits it from Vivian, my Aunt Hulda, and so on. They told me that, along with having what has to be the worst luck in the world, what Hugh really wanted to do was be a minister, like so many in the family. Old James K.P. wanted all the boys to be ranchers with him and Hugh didn't want to disapoint his father, so the ranching and farming. These ladies told me that Hugh's heart was always in being a minister and he was always giving money to someone who was worse off than he was.
Many of the women of the family that I've met or corresponded with over the 30 odd years I've been doing this, which would include the two ladies above and Fanchion's daughter, Jean White, Robert's daughter Barbara, and Fred's daughter, Helen Goodfellow, have told me the Goodfellow men divide into two groups, the rough ones and the gentle ones. Hugh and Jim, our Grandfathers, and Fred were gentle men. Robert, Ralph, my Father and my Uncle Jim were pretty rough. James K.P. is unknown to me but he lived a very demanding life and must have been a pretty tough character to get everything done that he did.
Jack Cobb told me some stories while I visited Jack and Genevra and I'll pass on a couple that you maybe never heard. He told me that he thought, after being around the family as much as he was that both James K.P. and my Grandfather had committed suicide by poison. I have no way of knowing but I doubt it. Even though there is a strain of depression that hits some of us very hard, like my Father for instance, and, from what I've heard of him, my Grandfather Jim, I still have my doubts. I've never heard a hint of that from anyone else and both aunt Hulda and my Grandmother Clara talked about how a strain of heart trouble ran in the family as well. I talked to a top of the line Dr. years ago up in Portland and he told me there is a "syndrome", a set of traits that are caused by genetics and appear over and over again, that have depression, heart trouble, and arthritis running together in families. Sounds like my branch of the Goodfellow's.
I picked up on Jack's attachment to Genevra when we visited them. She was in bad shape and was embarrassed that she couldn't remember all that she wanted to tell of of the family history. He was amazing for his age, about 92 if I remember correctly, and took us on an all Saturday tour of the different ranch sites. We stopped at Hugh's ranch and took lots of pictures. We didn't get down to Jim's ranch by the river where my Dad and the rest were born, if memory serves, and the place he moved to on the hill was gone along with James K.P.'s house in the same area. We took pictures of the area from across from the cabin that's still there and figured out where they must have been skating when Gerald fell and hit his head on the ice and brought his young life to an end. We were amazed at how much land Jack and his family owns there, probably 50.000 acres with about 3500 head of the fattest, reddest cattle I've ever seen. He showed us Ralph's house, and Belva's place but nothing came up about Robert. He knew my Dad very well and had cowboy'd with him for some time. He told me about how surly he was and how he never got along with anyone very long but told me that he'd never had trouble with Marcus himself. Hulda has told me, and, from my knowledge of him, he was a very troubled, angry, violent man his whole life. Hulda said the whole family, parents included, was scared of him by the time he was ten years old. He left home when he was 15 and never went back.
I got to know his brother Jim a little; another rough character. He put his roughness to good use as a policeman in Alaska for 25 or 30 years. My brother Phil is much the same, really tough guy, retired cop. One of the best friends I've ever had. Never a word against me, which shows how patient he is.
I met Ralph's son Bill Goodfellow; he was living in Guadalajara, Mexico, and appeared on my doorstep in Portland, Oregon saying that he and his wife had just been "driving around" and decided to drop in. Helen Goodfellow did the same thing, flying in from Montclair, New Jersey where she lived. They all wanted to know about the family history. Bill and I wrote back and forth for years before he died; in Hong Kong harbor on a cruise ship. If you ever see one of his letters you'll agree he had a style all his own. He was a USDA veterinarian for many years, working in Colorado and Wyoming, for the most part. He had a wife and daughter he didn't get along with and a Son he loved dearly named "Smoky." I don't think Bill has any descendents, Smoky was a pilot who was killed when the plane he was flying simply turned over and flew into the ground. He was low, working with a geologist, flying some kind of tests down by St. John, Arizona. His daughter didn't get married till she was near or in her 40's. He always told me he was the luckiest man on earth to find Marge, his second wife who I met. She was born in Texas, of Hispanic decent, and was a real lady. She took care of Bill for several years before he died, and he was very thankful for her. I think she stayed on at their home in Guadalajara after Bill died.
I hope this is of interest to you. I knew little about these people since my Father was a blacksheep and had very little to do with his family. They interest me, probably because I am related to them and never knew them. So I find out as much as I can and make do with that.

Mark

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From: Tigger_46 Tigger_46 <mailto:tigger_x46@hotmail.com>
To: Mark Goodfellow <mailto:marcusgoodfellow@hotmail.com>
Sent: Sunday, May 24, 2009 4:39 PM
Subject: RE: another obituary
I thought I would bring you up to date on what happened to Hugh Goodfellow Sr. I guess we see the names on a chart, but dont know much about the stories behind these. When I was a kid - I used to spend part of the summers at Jack Cobb's place, which used to be (according to Jack) my grandfather Hugh's place. As you know Genevra Goodfellow was his wife. At Genevra's funeral they remarked how - being rasied on that ranch, and later marrying the new owners son (jack), she spent almost her entire life on that place. My dad had told me that his dad (hugh) moved out there when he got out of college to join his brothers. When his Dad (James KP) died, he wanted to go back to Iowa. He couldnt have picked a worse time - as I guess the depression hit in that time frame, and he lost the farm he bought out in Iowa. The people he sold his ranch to (a family called Adams I guess) lost the ranch in the depression, so he never received the payments he was supposed to get .... anyway, since the bank was the top lien holder on the ranch, (Hugh must have been second lien holder), The bank became the owner, and later Jack Cobb's father bought the land from the bank. Poor Hugh Sr no longer had any payments comming in and lost his farm in Iowa. Dad said he then had a nervous breakdown. After that, he bought a really small farm in Iowa, and lost that too. He then moved back to Nebraska and worked for his Uncle Ralph on his ranch. (Ralph later helped Hugh Sr buy a farm up by gordon - which I lived on until I was around six). Hugh was not the luckiest guy alive, and ended up losing this farm when he decided to put down an irrigation system and borrowed heavily from the Gordon State Bank to do this. After four years of being hailed out, the farm was sold by the bank - and my dad (Dorland - nicknamed Hugh) went to work for my mom's father in a photography studio in Gordon. I always thought I was soo fortunate that Jack Cobb married genevra, and I got to spend a lot of time on my grandfathers ranch. Jack taught me how to Drive a car, Taught me how to ride a horse, how to put up hay, and pretty much how to ranch. He also taught me a lot of work ethics ... you didnt quit when you were sick of a job .. you finished it. Jack wouild be the main reason that I am still involved in agriculture instead of doing the computer work that I was trained to do in the Navy. (I have an Masters in Business Admin - and probably could have made a lot more money by living in a city and doing that kind of work - but I just like working with rural people. Guess I dont have too many regrets). There is a little story behind the Jack and Genevra romance. When Hugh SR announced that the family was returning to Nebraska (from Iowa) to work for Ralph, Genevra was pretty upset. Dad said she was the president of her class out in Iowa, and had no desire to return to the 'barren" sandhills. Anyway, guess she didnt have much choice in the matter. At her funeral, Tom Cobb told how they met. I had heard parts of this from my Dad too. When Genevra was younger, my dad said that she was extremely attractive - IE "total fox" in todays language. At that time, there was a cental place to get your mail out in the sandhills, as she was living at Ralph's ranch, she would go pick up Hugh's and Ralph's mail at this location. One day she and her sister Vivian rode out to get the mail, and there was Bill and Jack Cobb there to pick up their dad's mail. Jack was so flustered that he finally blurted out something like "do you come here to get your mail&#00063;&#00063;" which was pretty obvious... anyway Genevra cracked up laughing... and Jack was pretty embarrased. Anyway, Jack must have persisted, and Genevra spent the next 60 years on the same ranch she was born on. From living there a lot, I know that Jack was head over heals in love with her until she died. When she had to go to a rest home place in Gordon, Jack moved to Gordon also, even though he hated town living. He would drive all the way to the ranch and back every day - just so he could spend time with Genevra. We went to dinner with them once, and Jack spent the whole time fussing over her and making sure she was comfortable. As a side note, I used to ride over to your grandfathers ranch. It used to have a house on that place that wasnt in too bad of shape. The out buildings were pretty much gone at that time. Anyway, it was just about the right distance for a good horseback ride.I used to go visit all those ancestory sites, and one of them indicated that James and Hugh married two sisters - which if were true, we would be unusually related ... but I would suppose that with all the researching you have done, you would probably be correct in the fact that the two women were from different fathers... Anyway, you said a few weeks ago you like to know some of the background stories - so figured you might like this one... besides with it raining out,,, I dont have a lot more to do,, LOLRoger


From: marcusgoodfellow@hotmail.comTo: tigger_x46@hotmail.comSubject: Re: another obituaryDate: Sun, 24 May 2009 11:55:14 -0600.ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P .ExternalClass EC_ExternalClass BODY.EC_EC_hmmessage
Hey Roger;
Thanks for sending this along.
I can answer the Mrs. Arthur Schuelke question without even checking the record. She was Fred's sister, generally called "Jane" but her name was actually Eunice Louise Goodfellow, named for her mother's sister. Three of James K.P. Goodfellow's children married Schuelke's. James Goodfellow, my grandfather, married Clara Schuelke, oldest child of Reinhold Schuelke's big family. Reinhold's uncle, also Reinhold Schuelke, also had a big family of children, the youngest two, Arthur and Minnie, married children of James K.P. Goodfellow, Arthur marrying Eunice (Jane), and Minnie marrying Hugh, your Grandfather. You and I are related in ways it would take an ethno-biologist to figure out, since we both descend from the same Goodfellow and Schuelke lines. We are each other's closest relative's aside from siblings, (I think).
A family member from California just sent me the latest thing for the Goodfellow's; Juliette Dorland, a daughter of William Goodfellow; that William who came to the US as a child in 1792, died in Colorado in 1912. Her Son Walter was the Doctor who signed the death certificate. In the space on the death certificate that asks for the deceased Mothers Maiden Name he put, Jane Bothwell. All of us know that the mother's actual name was Jane Allison but we had suspected that this daughter of William's grandmother was named Jane Bothwell but never imagined we'd be able to be sure. Now we know, thanks to this man's mistake. He was, no doubt, upset at the death of his mother, and was a bit careless at filling out the form and put the maiden name of his mother's Grandmother down instead of Mother. I have often been frustrated at record keeping mistakes but this time I am very thankful for his error, very thankful indeed. These Dorlands are the reason that the name appears several times in your family line, Juliette was married to Luke Dorland, a Methodist minister who had an interesting life. He worked for the Freedman's Bureau after the Civil War for instance and was close to the Goodfellow family all his life. He and the Goodfellow children (children of William Goodfellow and Jane Allison Goodfellow), grew up together around Wooster, Ohio.
Speaking of that; I would like to add to the record the birthdate and place of your mother, yourself, your brother and sister. I have a date for your parents marriage, 28 December, 1950, but not the place. I would also like the date and place of marriage, and names of the spouses of you, your brother Ronald and sister Susan. If any of you have any children I would love to have names, dates and places for them too. I would also like to add Ernest Purdy and his wife to the record if you have the usual dates and places. I don't know her name at all. If not, I hope you will do a little searching for them as well.
It occurs to me that I have never sent you the record I have of the Goodfellow families, for which I apologize. Send me those names and dates so I can add them for you and I will E-mail the record ASAP. I think you will truly enjoy it. It is a work in progress, but I have tried to get all the names, dates, and places I can, then add details as I can find them. There are a few pictures, some that you sent and some from other places. I have a big box of material that I haven't entered yet which will add a great deal to the record as it get's entered. I use the Family History system that I've gotten from the Mormons, it is a good system, and has special places for everything you'd want in a record of this sort.
It also occurs to me that I have never called you and talked to you in person. Send me your number so I can give you a call and we can talk. My number is; 801-967-4318. I'd love to talk to you although I feel as if we'd talked many times on line.
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From: Tigger_46 Tigger_46 <mailto:tigger_x46@hotmail.com>
To: Mark Goodfellow <mailto:marcusgoodfellow@hotmail.com>
Sent: Sunday, May 24, 2009 9:31 AM
Subject: another obituary
i noticed that a schulke was one of the guests .. wonder how she fits into this&#00063;<http://boards.ancestry.ca/topics.news.us.ne/75/mb.ashx&#00063;pnt=1>;

As of September, 2003, he lived in Seattle, Washington.

As of September, 2003, she lived in Douglas, Wyoming.