Family Group Sheet
Family Group Sheet
NameWilliam Allison Goodfellow
Birth3 Mar 1912, Cherry Co., NE, USA
Death16 Feb 1981, HKG Age: 68
FatherRalph Allison Goodfellow (1879-1943)
Children
Birth7 Aug 1939, Sheridan, Sheridan Co., WY, USA Age: 84
Birth7 Aug 1942, Sheridan, Sheridan Co., WY, USA
Death25 Jan 1974, St. Johns, Apache Co., AZ, USA Age: 31
BurialGreenwood Memorial Park, Phoenix, Maricopa Co., AZ, USA
Notes for William Allison Goodfellow
Tonight at 8 oŸuclock the members of the Junior class of the local high school will present their play, "Skidding." A matinee was given this afternoon and a second performance will be held Friday night. This comedy of American family life was the outstanding Broadway hit of 1929. The cast is as follows: Judge James HardyŸR.LeRoy Vollentine Mrs. HardyŸRŸRŸRŸR.Gwendolyn PurdyEstelleŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸR..Doyle Derry MyraŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸR.Irene Bower AndyŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸRŸR.Mack Boyle Wayne Trenton IIIŸRŸRŸRŸRJoe Saults StubbinsŸRŸRŸRŸR.William Goodfellow Between acts will be presented what are reported as "unusually good features" by other members of the class. Girls participating in these acts are Pauline Paul, Dorothy Grove, Hazel Benson, Mary Nelson, Hedwig Schaer, Margaret Schaer and Mildred Gay. The ushers will be: Dora Jones, Evelyn Ross, Ruth Furman, Alyce Teipel, Marie Frederickson, Avah Waddill, Leslie Child, Lois Lein, Emery Reed, Vincent Skinner, Orville Conner, Raymond Versaw, Merrit Diehl, William Cobb and Frank Ragsdale.
There he is, Billy Goodfellow, as my Father always called him. Also note the ushers; one is William Cobb, younger brother of Genevra Goodfellow Cobb's husband, Richard, or "Jack" as he was usually called.
I wrote to all the cousins any one could tell me about when I started the project back in the late 1970's. Bill was very quick to answer and wrote enless amounts of helpful information to me. He was living in Guadalajara, Jalisco,
Mexico, in retirement after many years with the Agriculture Department. In those days one did not make long distance phone calls causually, much less international calls, but one day he called me and invited me to come to Mexico and visit him. It was New Years Day, probably 1978, and he teased me about the weather and told me he'd picked a grapefruit off a tree in his yard for breadfast that very day. I didn't go; I was poor at the time and didn't realize the true value of things like this.
A few months later, in the following summer, I answered the door bell to find an older gentleman I did not know standing on the porch beaming at me. It was Bill, with his wife Marge! " We were just driving around and happened to pass through the neiborhood;" he said. They'd been on a trip home for Bill to Nebraska and thought the extra 2000 mile drive no big deal. although Bill's health wasn't very good and he was 67 or 68 years old. Bill was a true Goodfellow.
We had a long visit during which he told me a lot of "old days" stuff. I taped 2 or 3 hours on a little cassette recorder; it's not perfect but it is understandable and I've kept it to this day[ Aug.,2000]. Bill had a great love for the old west and it's a shame that he never learned about our connection with Doc. Goodfellow of Tombstone and other interesting places. He really enjoyed meeting a big family of Goodfellow's; we had 4 or 5 children then and I told him we hoped to have a whole lot more. I think he was disapointed that he wasn't going to have any decendents and he encouraged me to have a big family.
I remember how much Marge meant to him. In letters and calls and his one visit he always mentioned how lucky he was to have so devoted and loving a partner. After his death she wrote me a nice letter and told me what had happened. I wrote her back with the most comforting things I could say and got another letter from her: a very gracious and kindly woman.
Bill was one of the most interesting correspondents, one might even say challenging, one could ever hope to have. If you ever see one of his letters you immediately know that he knew where the punctuation keys were, and he made regular use of each and every one of them. I'm still trying to make sure I understand what he was trying to tell me in some of those letters of his.
There he is, Billy Goodfellow, as my Father always called him. Also note the ushers; one is William Cobb, younger brother of Genevra Goodfellow Cobb's husband, Richard, or "Jack" as he was usually called.
I wrote to all the cousins any one could tell me about when I started the project back in the late 1970's. Bill was very quick to answer and wrote enless amounts of helpful information to me. He was living in Guadalajara, Jalisco,
Mexico, in retirement after many years with the Agriculture Department. In those days one did not make long distance phone calls causually, much less international calls, but one day he called me and invited me to come to Mexico and visit him. It was New Years Day, probably 1978, and he teased me about the weather and told me he'd picked a grapefruit off a tree in his yard for breadfast that very day. I didn't go; I was poor at the time and didn't realize the true value of things like this.
A few months later, in the following summer, I answered the door bell to find an older gentleman I did not know standing on the porch beaming at me. It was Bill, with his wife Marge! " We were just driving around and happened to pass through the neiborhood;" he said. They'd been on a trip home for Bill to Nebraska and thought the extra 2000 mile drive no big deal. although Bill's health wasn't very good and he was 67 or 68 years old. Bill was a true Goodfellow.
We had a long visit during which he told me a lot of "old days" stuff. I taped 2 or 3 hours on a little cassette recorder; it's not perfect but it is understandable and I've kept it to this day[ Aug.,2000]. Bill had a great love for the old west and it's a shame that he never learned about our connection with Doc. Goodfellow of Tombstone and other interesting places. He really enjoyed meeting a big family of Goodfellow's; we had 4 or 5 children then and I told him we hoped to have a whole lot more. I think he was disapointed that he wasn't going to have any decendents and he encouraged me to have a big family.
I remember how much Marge meant to him. In letters and calls and his one visit he always mentioned how lucky he was to have so devoted and loving a partner. After his death she wrote me a nice letter and told me what had happened. I wrote her back with the most comforting things I could say and got another letter from her: a very gracious and kindly woman.
Bill was one of the most interesting correspondents, one might even say challenging, one could ever hope to have. If you ever see one of his letters you immediately know that he knew where the punctuation keys were, and he made regular use of each and every one of them. I'm still trying to make sure I understand what he was trying to tell me in some of those letters of his.
Notes for Cameron Allison (Child 2)
He was killed in a plane crash. He was piloting a small plane with a geologist as passenger when the plane turned over and crashed into the ground. Information from his Father, William Allison Goodfellow in a letter to Clara Schuelke Goodfellow, my grandmother.
He had never married.
He had never married.