Adah Gertrude (Hescock) Sannar

Adah and James Sannar

Adah was a tiny woman, standing less than 5′ tall, but with a big spirit.  She was my great-grandmother and I remember her as always smiling. So happy to see us when we would drive across the rickety wooden bridge in her driveway and pull up to the little white cottage where her and her son Jimmy lived.

Great-Grandma’s house was on the outskirts of Milton-Freewater, Oregon, up against a large grass covered dike.  Her husband, Frank, had been gone for many years before I was born so I only knew the place as great-grandma’s house.  She had an orchard, or at least quite a few apple tree’s that I remember and a large chicken coop with what seemed like to me as hundreds of white birds.  I always liked when she would get a basket and go out to the chicken coop with us kids to gather eggs.

Grandma had a little dog named Clementine.  I don’t know what breed she was but she was a little white dog with some black on her ears and face.  That little dog was old and blind but I loved her.  I remember being heartbroken when she died and was no longer there to greet us when we came.

There was an irrigation ditch that ran behind grandma’s house.  It was fun to play around the ditch in the summertime, betting each other to hop over it and try not to splash in.  It always smelled wonderful out there because wild mint grew all over the place.  We always picked some to chew on while we played.

Sannar, James Orval

Uncle Jimmy, James Orval Sannar, always lived with great grandma.  Like I mentioned, she was a tiny lady and had a hard time giving birth.  When Jimmy was born, forceps had to be used and the procedure caused brain damage. Jimmy was simple but I sure loved him.  He helped grandma around the place and raised his own flock of chickens.  When I think of Uncle Jimmy, I always picture him in his favorite old rocking chair. It was a wooden Mission-style chair with a leather seat.  In my mind, Jimmy is sitting there rocking with that wonderful grin on his face that he always wore.

Great-grandma baked quite often and would freeze the pies that she made from the fruit on her tree’s.  She always had a freezer full of pies and when we would come to visit, each of us kids would take turns picking the kind of pie that we wanted for dessert. What a treat that was!  Another thing I always remember from grandma’s kitchen was her green beans. I call that kind “cooked-to-death green beans” now and still love them.  They are cooked in a saucepan on top of the stove with bacon or even just bacon grease in them and boiled almost to death. So good!

My mom didn’t really like eating at great-grandma’s house because Uncle Jimmy was in charge of washing the dishes so they were never very clean. Jimmy also didn’t have very good table manners and would burp and fart whenever the urge took him.  I was a kid and didn’t mind at all. Of course in my eyes, Uncle Jimmy couldn’t do much wrong.

Great-Grandma’s full name was Adah Gertrude Hescock.  She was born on September 16th, 1895 in Nelson Township, Ohio to Ward Beacher Hescock and Ida June (Goodsell) Hescock.  Adah was the third of four children born to the couple, though her oldest brother had died at birth.  Her sister, Anna May was two years older.  In 1899, the girls welcomed another little sister, Mildred.

In the 1900 census, the Hescock family was living with Irad Goodsell, Adah’s grandfather, on the family farm in Nelson, Ohio.  Ward, Adah’s father was farming the land with his father-in-law.  There were two hired hands at the time, one 19 year old girl who was helping in the house and one 19 year old boy who was a farm laborer.

Very soon, the Hescock family pulled up stakes and moved West.  Sadly in 1902, Adah’s mother passed away.  She is buried in Dixie, Washington.

My oldest sister, Susan, went to stay with our great-grandmother for a couple of months in the spring of 1981.  Grandma was 86 years old, had suffered a heart attack and needed help remembering when to take her medications.  Susan had graduated from high school and was waiting for the job that she had taken in Wyoming to start, so she was able to go and help grandma out.  During this time, great-grandma shared a few stories with Susan.  One of them is about the time that her mother had passed away.  Grandma was six years old and sent back to Ohio to stay with relatives.  We’re not sure if her sisters were sent with her or if she went alone, or who she actually stayed with.

She talked about her aunts making picalilli, which is a relish of pickled vegetables and spices.  Susan remembers that great-grandma thought it was tart and didn’t care for it very much.

When Adah’s dad remarried about a year later, he sent for her to join them in Oregon.  She was seven years old and rode a train out, then her dad picked her up in a surrey from the station in La Grande.  They drove over Minam/Smith Mountain and on into Promise. She remembered there being fringe on the top of the buggy.

Adah’s father had married a widow by the name of Maryanne Swearingen Griffith.  Maryanne had three children of her own, so it would have been a large blended family of six kids right from the beginning.  When the couple had met, Maryanne told Ward that she would marry him if he would build a house big enough for all of their children and big enough for more kids to come.  He did, building it by hand and presenting it to her as a wedding gift.  Adah would welcome three half brothers as the years went by – Wilbur, Verne, and Glenn.  She was 13 years old when the oldest, Wilbur was born. 9 siblings in all!

On November 28th, 1912 Adah married James Franklin Sannar, “Frank”, in Wallowa, Oregon.  Just seven short months later — yikes! —- the couple welcomed their first daughter, Ida Ann, on the 30th of June 1913 in Promise, Oregon where they lived.

Several children were to follow – some dying in childbirth and one little boy, Woodrow, passed away from pneumonia when he was only 3-1/2 years old.  You can read more about the children and Adah’s husband, Frank, here.

I have mentioned that Adah was a tiny lady.  She said that each of her babies was bigger than the last.  When Jimmy was born the doctor advised them to not have any more children as it might possibly kill her.  She shared with Susan that there was one more baby after Jimmy but she wasn’t able to deliver it and the baby died in childbirth.  The doctor had to remove the baby after it died.  I can’t imagine what a terrible and heartbreaking experience that must have been.

Great-grandma also told Susan a story about a day that the dogs were chasing a grouse.  The grouse flew through the open door right into the house to get away from the dogs.  Grandma caught it and wrung it’s neck, then cooked it up for dinner. It was a blessing, because she wasn’t sure what they were going to eat that particular day.

The years passed and the children grew.  In 1944, Frank and Adah sold their home on Diamond Prairie Road in Wallowa and moved to Milton in Umatilla. This is the place that I remember and loved.

On the 16th of December, 1950 Adah became a widow at the age of 55.  Her father, Ward Hescock, lived in a small house on the same property, so Adah had help around the place.

My own personal stories of Adah take place in the 1970’s, when I was a child.  I remember at one point, when she was 80 years old, saying how she just wasn’t any good for anything anymore because she could no longer get clear up on the top rung of her old rickety wooden orchard ladders to pick fruit.  No one should have ever been on top of those ladders, especially an eighty year old woman!

Adah and Jimmy were both admitted to a long-term care center sometime in 1981.  Adah passed away on the 27th of December, 1982 at the age of 87.  She is buried in the Milton-Freewater IOOF Cemetery next to Jimmy and Frank.

Sannar, James Franklin and Adah Gertrude Headstone - Milton Oregon


Please please share your memories and picture of Adah with us!  Either leave them in the comments here or send me a private message or an email.  I would love to add your memories to this story!


Great Grandma Sannar would probably be the oldest relative that I remember. She lived in Milton-Freewater, Oregon. She lived on a small farm.  Her and Uncle Jimmy.  He raised Banty chickens and they had a fruit orchard with apricots and little fruit tree’s with an irrigation ditch running through the property with little bridges over it.  It was fun to go play on the farm. ”  ~ Stacey Sannar Roth

“Jimmy and his little wooden slat coops around the yard where he would pen his banties up every night. Grandma’s white house with the red trim, big flower beds in front and massive trees shading the yard was always a welcoming sight. And yes, grins on both Grandma’s and Jimmy’s faces a mile wide. Sweet Clementine was a little terrier of some sort. Grandma’s green beans were her own variety, saved from previous generations of green beans. I once asked Grandpa what type of beans she grew because i haven’t found any that taste so good. He didn’t know either as she’d always dried and saved some of the seeds back to plant again in the spring. And she really did have hundreds of white leghorn hens. Two chicken houses were on the property, but she cut back to only one house with 100 hens later on.
And Jimmy’s boxing gloves he’d gotten as a gift years ago. Always dug them out when we showed up – “Tommy, wanna fight?”.
Sweet, sweet memories.”  ~ Susan Sannar Pawley


(Adah is my great-grandmother.  She is the mother of Charles Alvin Sannar.)

Sannar, Adah Gertrude Hescock Line






James Franklin Sannar

Adah and James Sannar

James Franklin Sannar was born on September 20th, 1883 to William Isaac and Eliza Ann (Carper) Sannar.  He was born in Fayette county, West Virginia.  Some records say Oak Hill and some say Mt. Hope.  These are both towns in Fayette county, in the heart of coal mining country, though his father was listed on the 1880 census as a farmer.

James, it seems, was known by Frank and was born the sixth of twelve children.  The family packed up and moved to Wallowa county, Oregon sometime in the late 1890’s, when Frank was between 12 and 15 years old.  I’ve always heard that they came by wagon and settled in the Promise area because some of their West Virginia neighbors had already settled there and wrote for the family to come.

In 1900, Frank was 16 years old when the census taker came around.  He had gone to school up to the 7th grade, could read and write, and was working as a farmer.  At age 26, in 1910, Frank was still living in the family home and working as a farm laborer.

On November 28th, 1912 Frank married Adah Gertrude Hescock, who was only 17 at the time.  Frank was 29.  The couple lived in Promise and welcomed their first child, Ida Ann, on June 30th, 1913.  That same summer, Frank’s younger brother Orval drowned in the Grande Ronde River while out fishing with friends.

Two years later, on October 3rd, 1915, Frank and Adah had a son, Walter Albert. Another son, Willard Woodrow, was born on February 11th, 1918.  Then came my own grandfather, Charles Alvin, on August 7th, 1920.

In the 1920 census, Frank own’s their home, which is listed as a “General Farm” and is working for himself as a farmer.  The land is mortgaged.  From the records, I believe that the Sannar family moved from their farm at Promise to somewhere closer to the town of Wallowa.

Tragedy strikes the family on November 6th, 1921 when little Willard dies of pneumonia.  He was only 3-1/2 years old.  I have always heard that the little guy fell in a creek and caught a cold that quickly turned into pneumonia.  He was buried the very next day in the Wallowa Cemetery.

Willard Woodrow Sannar Gravestone - Wallowa Oregon

(Gone But Not Forgotten, his headstone reads.  Willard Woodrow Sannar – Feb. 10, 1918 – Nov. 6, 1921)

On the 28th of January, 1925, Frank and Adah welcomed a baby girl, Julia Frances.  Two years later a baby boy was born on June 22nd, 1927.  He died at birth.  In 1928 Ruby Gertrude joined the family.

By the 1930 United States Federal Census, Frank was no longer farming, but working as a painter.

The last child, James “Jimmy” Orval was born the 29th of July, 1931.  It was a hard birth, one where the doctor had to use forceps.  Jimmy had brain damaged that was caused by his birth.  He would always live at home with his family.  Frank was 47 years old.

In the 1940 Federal Census, the family owned their home on Diamond Prairie Road in Wallowa, Oregon.  Frank was now working at the local sawmill as a foreman.  He made an income of $1,300 a year.

World War II began and in in 1942, Frank registered for the draft. At 58 years old, he would have been considered too old to serve.

About 1944, the family moved to Milton in Umatilla county.  The town is now called Milton-Freewater.  I’m not sure if Frank had retired by then or if he worked somewhere in Milton.

He passed away at the age of 67 on the 16th of December, 1950 and is buried in the cemetery in Milton-Freewater.  Years later, Jimmy and Adah were buried beside him.

Sannar, James Franklin and Adah Gertrude Headstone - Milton Oregon


Sannar, James Franklin Obituary- from the La Grande Observer, December 27th, 1950

Frank Sannar Dies At Milton

Word has been received here of the death of Frank Sannar of Milton, who is a former resident of Wallowa county. James Franklin Sannar was born in Raleigh county, West Virginia, Sept. 20, 1883. His family came to Oregon while he and his brothers and sister were small. They lived north of Wallowa. He later homesteaded in the Promise area. On Nov. 28, 1912 he was united in marriage to Miss Ada Gertrude Hescock. Around 6 years ago, they moved to Milton. He was a member of the Christian Church. He is survived by his widow in Milton; three daughters, Mrs. Ida Scott of North Powder, Mrs. Francis Whitmore of Milton, and Mrs. Ruby Anderson of Walla Walla, Wash.; three sons, Albert and James of Milton, and Alvin of La Grande; a brother, Charles Sannar of Gridley, Calif.; three sisters, Mrs. Pearl Lively of Wallowa, Mrs. Lela Frank and Mrs. Letha Carper of La Grande; also 15 grandchildren,

(the rest of the obituary was cut off and unreadable. I’ll keep looking!)


Like always, if you knew Frank, or even remember other folks talking about him, please share your memories!

(James Franklin Sannar is my great-grandfather.  He is the father of Charles Alvin Sannar, who is the father of my own dad, Thomas Alvin Sannar.)

William Orval Sannar


This story I’m about to share with you is about a great-great uncle of mine, William Orval Sannar, better known as Orval.  It was published in a book titled “Children’s Stories” written by Rick Steber in Volume 6 of his true stories titled “Tales of the Wild West”. I had picked up several of these books and would read one of the short stories to my kids every night when they were younger, along with whatever bedtime story we were reading at the time. Imagine my surprise when I found a relative in one of the true stories, and more intriguing was the fact that I had never heard the story before.  Actually, I was reading along and the last name is misspelled in the book.  Finally, my daughter, Brittany, who was about 12 at the time, stopped me and said, “Mom, isn’t Promise where your family is from?  Don’t you just think that they spelled the name wrong?” By golly, she was right!  You can find William Orval Sannar’s story in that book, the story titled The Fish.   Orval’s actual obituary gives us more details, so that is what I’m going to share with you here today.


From the Enterprise Record Chieftain Newspaper, Enterprise, Oregon, dated Thursday September 4, 1913

“Drowned To Death By Large Fish”

“Orval Sannar of Promise Drowns in Grande Ronde in Strange Manner”

A remarkable drowning tragedy took place in the Grande Ronde River a mile above the home of F.G. Potter, not far from Promise, last Thursday.  Orval Sannar, the 20 year-old son of Postmaster Sannar of Promise, was jerked under water by a 17-inch “squaw” fish he had hooked, and lost his life.  His body was recovered 50 yards down stream.  His pole, with the fish still fast to the hook, was dragged from the bottom of the river where it had caught.

The young man was a member of a Promise fishing party, which included his sister Lulu Sannar, Marshall Fleshman and daughter Delia, John C. Phillips and daughters Nellie and Jessie.  They fished for a time on the south bank of the river, then Orval concluded he would cross and try his luck on the north bank. The stream is deep but at this place is comparatively still.  When he reached the deep water, Mr. Sannar took his fish pole in his mouth and started swimming.

When part way across, his head was suddenly drawn under the water.  He came up twice, waving his arms the last time.  Mr. Phillips who was some distance down the river ran to the bank opposite, but the body had gone down for the third time before he got near, and there was no telling where the current had carried the victim.

Jessie Phillips took the sad news out of the canyon and soon a large crowd gathered at the river to search for the body.  It was not found, however, until 9 o’clock, Friday morning.  It had moved only a short distance, and was lying on the bottom of the river.  A few feet from the body the fish pole was dragged from the river, with the “squaw” fish firmly hooked.

The supposition is that the fish took the hook as Mr. Sannar was swimming in midstream.  Having the fish pole in his mouth he could not close his lips.  Breathing heavily with the exertion of swimming, he probably was inhaling at the instant the fish seized the hook and dashed into the depth of the stream.  This pulled the swimmer’s head under the surface, and he sucked his lungs full of water almost instantly.  The fact that the body went to the bottom at once proves that water had displaced the air that should have been in his lungs.

The body was taken to the Sannar home in Promise just after noon on Friday, where it remained until Saturday at 4 o’clock, when it was removed to the cemetery where it was laid to rest.  Those left to mourn are the aged father and mother, four sisters and four brothers, besides many relatives and friends.

William Orval Sannar was born in Fayette County, West Virginia, Oct. 22, 1892.  He came with his parents to Promise when he was five years old and had lived there until his death.  He died August 28, 1913, aged 20 years, 10 months and 6 days.

The touching poem of J.L. McCreery comes to the minds of the afflicted family, the first stanza being:  “There is no death, the stars go down. To rise upon some other shore, and bright in heaven’s jeweled crown.  They shine forever more.”




Orval is buried in the Promise Cemetery, deep in the Blue Mountains of Oregon.

(Orval is my 2nd great-uncle.  He is the son of William Isaac and Eliza Ann (Carper) Sannar.)

Eliza Ann Carper Sannar


Eliza Ann “Julie” (Carper) Sannar, taken April 15th, 1944 on her 90th birthday.

Eliza was born April 15th, 1854 in Raleigh, West Virginia to George and Delilah Carper.  On January 21st, 1872, when she was 17 years old,  she married Willaim Isaac Sannar right there in her hometown of Raleigh.  In the next 25 years, they had 13 children.  In 1886, they lost one little girl, Rose Lee, when she was just an infant, and then a son, George Washington, in 1892 when he was only 2 years old. In 1896, their 7 year old daughter, Bertha Elizabeth passed away.  What a lot of heartbreak this woman endured.   By 1898, the family had headed west and settled in Promise, Oregon in the Wallowa Mountains.  In 1913, the Sannar’s lost another son, William Orval, at the age of 20 years.  Orval drowned in the Grande Ronde River but that is a story for another day.


This family photo was taken about 1930 in Promise, Oregon.  There are Sannars, Carpers, and Lively’s in this one.

The United States entered WWI when Eliza was 62, and women got the right to vote when she was 65!


Eliza became a widow in 1930 when Isaac passed away at the age of 78.  They had been married for 58 years.  Eliza lived until the day before her 96th birthday and passed away in April of 1950.


William Isaac and Eliza Jane Sannar headstone – Promise, Oregon Cemetery

The following is from her obituary in the Elgin Recorder:

Eliza Ann “Julia” (Carper) Sannar Obituary
The Elgin Recorder Newspaper
Elgin, Union County, Oregon
Thursday, April 20, 1950
(from the Wallowa Record)
Funeral services were held Sunday morning at 11:30 at the Wallowa Christian Church for Eliza Ann Sannar, 96-year-old great grandmother who remembered the Civil War and President Lincoln very well. Death came to Mrs. Sannar at a hospital in La Grande April 14, one day before her 96th birthday.
The Rev. O.W. Jones of the Wallowa Christian church conducted the services. A quartet composed of Mrs. Vera Mason, Mrs. Oscar Maxwell, Bill Dougherty and Crawford Oveson, sang “Beyond the Sunset” and “In the Land Where You Never Grow Old’. The second selection had been a request of Mrs. Sannar. They were accompanied on the piano by Mrs. Warren Berry. Pallbearers were Arthur Miller, Burton Miller, Joe Rounsavell, Spencer Trump, Roy Carper and Frank Lindsey. Mrs. Sannar was buried in the family plot in the Promise cemetery. A church filled with flowers showed the esteem in which she was held b members of the community.
Eliza Ann Sannar was born in Raleigh County, West Virginia, near Beckley, known as Raleigh County Court House, on April 15, 1854. She was born the daughter of George Washington and Delilah Carper, the third of 13 children. She lived to be the sole survivor of the family.
Her father was a soldier in the Union army, and suffered wounds on the battle field. Her mother and older sisters helped in a field hospital near Raleigh County Court House. She herself carried water to wounded soldiers on the battlefield.
In 1873 the family came west to Oregon, settling in the Promise neighborhood. The years since were spent in this community, in Wallowa county and Union county.
She was a devoted Christian, her membership being with the old Church of Christ or Christian church of Promise. A great service was rendered by Mrs. Sannar, affectionatelhy known as Aunt Juie, in the various sickness that befell freinds in the old neighborhood. She was a competent mid-wife and officiated at many births in the Promise area. Whether it was a feverish child, an injured limb or an expectant mother, Aunt Julie was there, nursing the sick one back to health.
Her life touched a period that was perhaps the time of greatest developments in science, art and industry that the world has ever known. It was her pleasure to remember having seen President Lincoln many times.
She is survived by three daughters, Mrs. E.W (Pearl) Lively, Mrs. Boyd (Letha) Carper of Wallowa and Mrs. Fred (Lula) Trump of La Grande; and two sons Charles C. Sannar of Gridley, Calif., and Frank Sannar of Milton. Thirty-seven grandchildren, 96 great-grandchildren, one for every year of her life, and 18 great great-grandchildren also survive.
Mr. Sannar preceded his wife in death in 1930 as did seven of her children: Bertha (died at the age of 7 in West Virginia), George Orville, John, Joe, and Sally Lyons. One daughter (Rosie Lee) died in infancy in West Virginia.
Those coming from out of town for the service were Mrs. Oakey Trump and Mr. and Mrs. Everett Trump, Mr. and Mrs. Elvis Trump, Mr. and Mrs. Ray Trump and Lacey Trump, all of Elgin. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Trump, Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Riggle, Mr. and Mrs. Orval Trump, Mr and Mrs. Oliver Fleshman, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Carper, Mr. and Mrs. Eugene (illegible), and Bob Lively, all of La Grande; Mr. and Mrs. Albert (illegible) and Mrs. Eva Whitmore of Milton; Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Sannar of Mt. Emily; Jack Lively of Springfield, Mr. and Mrs. (illegible from this point to end.)

She sounds like an amazing lady and I would have loved to have known her.  Does anyone remember “Aunt Julie”?  Can you share any personal stories?


“My dad told me that when great-grandma died, they put her coffin in a wagon and the whole town of Promise walked behind the wagon from the family home to the cemetery.  He said it was quite the sight.”  ~ Kathleen Sannar Tannahill


(Eliza is my 2nd great-grandmother.  She is the mother of James Franklin Sannar.)


A Legacy of Strength – Shirley Marcilee (Kennison) Sannar


Grandma may be gone here on earth but when I think about her she is still on the Alaskan waters, in the galley of a small troller, The smell of coffee, the sound of rubber on the bottom of the cups and her laugh.
These words were “borrowed” from my cousin, Rodney. I will always remember Grandma in the kitchen making hot cocoa for us little ones and will forever hear her voice singing hymns at church on Sunday mornings.  Shirley Marcilee Kennison Sannar passed away March 3rd, 2011 leaving all who loved her with many happy memories.

Grandma was born July 4th of 1923 in the Wallowa Valley of northeastern Oregon.  She was the oldest of three children and had to grow up fast when her dad passed away when Grandma was only eleven.  After being the one sent, in the middle of the night, to fetch the doctor, Grandma spent the next years helping her Mom raise her younger brother and sister.

My grandparents met at a dance where Grandpa was to shy to approach the pretty girl, but instead asked a friend to ask her out for him.  Six months later, Toot and Shirley drove to Walla Walla, Washington to be married.  Grandpa says it was the hottest day of the year and his wedding outfit was a $5.00 wool suit that he had saved up to buy.   Back in Wallowa County, the happy couple moved in with Grandma’s mom for a few months.  Their first house together was a wall tent with a wooden floor.  Can you imagine?  A wall tent?  And in the bitter cold winters of Wallowa County?  My grandparents were strong, stubborn people their entire lives.

For the next few years, Grandma and Grandpa started a family, welcoming my Dad and Aunt Judy.   Work was scarce during the war and Grandpa worked all kinds of odd jobs.  Towards the end of the war he was drafted and served as a soldier oversea’s.  Once back in the states, Grandma and Grandpa moved to the logging camp of Starkey where Grandpa worked as a mechanic and my Aunt Kathleen joined the family.

Early in their marriage, my Grandma had told Grandpa that her job was to be his wife and the mother of his children.  That wherever he went, she would go.  So when Grandpa’s brother-in-law called from Alaska, telling him mechanics were needed, off they went.  Grandma made her new home in Ketchikan without a backwards glance.  Even though she was deathly afraid of the water, when Grandpa decided to buy a commercial fishing boat and make a living from the sea, Grandma tugged on her boots, pulled on her rain slicker and became the Skipper of that fishing boat.  For years, they trolled the Alaskan waters, making a good living and storing away many memories and stories to share with friends and family.


When retirement time rolled around, Grandma and Grandpa moved back to Oregon but still craved adventure, so they packed up their motor home and headed to the desert every winter until just the last two when Grandma was having blood pressure issue’s and problems with her hip.  Even then, they kept the motor home and refused to park it at families, instead enjoying their time in an RV park with other year round residents.  Strong and stubborn.


Grandma was a wonder in the kitchen.  I can still taste her delicious mincemeat pies from my childhood.  She loved to quilt and made beautiful handstitched quilts for each and everyone of us grandkids and even a few of the great-grands.  Grandma and Grandpa had a large garden every year, growing and canning their produce right up into their late 70’s.  We celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary with a camping trip and family picnic in the Blue Mountains of Oregon.

My family is full of strong women and Grandma was always right at the head of that line.  Such a wonderful legacy of strength and love she has left for her family.

Pictured:  Front row – Shirley Sannar, Charles “Al” or “Toot” Sannar  – Back row – Paula Sannar Niziolek, Brittany Niziolek Sumpter, Noah Sumpter, Tom Sannar

(Shirley is my paternal grandmother. She is the mother of Thomas Alvin Sannar.)

“A favorite memory of my Grandma Sannar takes place in her kitchen.  Grandma is standing at her stove.  She has a wooden spoon in her hand and is using it to stir a steaming stainless steel pot full of hot cocoa.  My siblings, cousins and I are sitting around the table, expectantly waiting for Grandma to place those warm mugs of cocoa in front of us.  There is some chatter going on around me, but I’m a little tyke, only about four years of age and it has been a long day.  My family and I have just arrived in Alaska this evening after a long drive from Oregon through Canada and then a ferry ride from Prince Rupert to Ketchikan.  Even in memory I can still feel the foggy tiredness that is making my eyes droop and my families voices seem a bit far away. Grandma sets my brown cup in front of me and I take a sip.  Heavenly chocolate sweetness fills my mouth and the warmness seeps into my soul.  As I am tucked into my bed and snuggle down with my favorite blanket and soft pink cat, I know beyond any doubt that I am loved.  Sometimes hot cocoa can do that.” ~ Paula Sannar Niziolek
“I remember as a young girl riding to Ketchikan with my Grandma Sannar in her Volkswagen Bug. I gazed out the window seeing the rocks, trees & vegetation of a beautiful rain forest as her little car sped along. It was a rare sunny day. Up ahead we could glimpse the sparkling blue ocean peaking through majestic cedar trees. Parking along Main Street we walked up the gray concrete sidewalk into Rex-Drug store filled with bright, colorful treasures. Each of us children got to choose chocolate or vanilla for our ice-cream cone. So sweet & delicious was this tasty treat!” ~ Stacey Sannar Roth