Switzer Nephews & Nieces

Ira Glen Toland, Stella’s eldest was born on a farm near Bar­dolph and grew to man­hood in that vicin­ity. He became a third trick oper­a­tor at the C. B. & Q. Sta­tion at Camp Point, Ill., where he met and mar­ried Mil­dred Hun­saker of Camp Point. They have three daugh­ters, Vir­gene, Lois and Carol. Glen has been a good rail­road man through his years as beto­kened by him being a vice-president with head­quar­ters in Han­ni­bal, Mo., where he has charge of the lines using that point as a divi­sion cen­ter. In direct­ing the affairs of the Q lines reach­ing there, he is respon­si­ble for many hun­dreds of mens’ liveli­hoods and lives as well as many thou­sands of dol­lars of rolling stock and other equip­ment. Glen is a big man, phys­i­cally, and is near­ing retire­ment as he went into Q ser­vice about 1925.

Harry Lee Toland is Stella’s sec­ond child. Born at Clarence, Mo., he was taken to Illi­nois as a tiny baby and has not left that state since, as he pur­chased a farm with his wife, the for­mer Rosann Smith of near Bar­dolph. Their farm is a typ­i­cal mixed farm­ing deal with many acres of the 363 in grass bot­tom­land adja­cent to the LaM­oine River.

Although the bot­tom land is very fer­tile, it is sub­ject to deep over­flow at dif­fer­ent times through the year, so is kept in pas­ture, where his cows’ calves are born, which he later feeds off with the corn and roughage pro­duced on the other parts of his farm. Pro­duc­tion and feed­ing with resul­tant sale of hogs is an inte­gral part of the mixed farm­ing busi­ness. They have four chil­dren, which are all dou­ble T’s: Trevor Toland, Trent Toland, Treva Toland and Tina Toland. Trevor is now a Lieu­tenant in the U.S. Army and was bas­ket­ball star in his school days.

Mar­garet Ann (Peggy) Toland Kelso has been a farm wife for many years since mar­ry­ing Keith Kelso. As a sol­dier uncle I arrived to visit them and joined them in Bar­dolph. After dri­ving to our old place, which they were farm­ing at the time, I walked out around the yard at the height of a moon­lighted night to see some of the changes, etc. Keith made the remark, “It’s the first time we have ever had our farm inspected at 10:30 p.m.”

I believe they are now liv­ing in Bar­dolph although they may still be on the farm. Peggy was often with us while we were on the Switzer farm and accom­pa­nied Dad, Grace, Ken and I to Spring­field dur­ing the sum­mer of 1924 to attend the State Fair, while Marolyn was left with her par­ents. It was quite a long trip, 110 miles, so we took parts of 2 days to reach there, but I believe we drove home in one day. Their chil­dren are Joyce, Julane and Dianne.

Max­ine Toland Gra­ham lives at Hill­top Homes, Bloom­ing­ton, Ill. They have one child, Jerry Gra­ham, who is grown and has a job as a line­man for the Gen­eral Tele­phone Com­pany there. Maxine’s hus­band is a boss with an Elec­tri­cal Con­struc­tion Com­pany in Bloom­ing­ton. Max­ine is a sec­re­tary in the same city. As a young girl we thought she resem­bled her mother more than the other girls did although she showed a ten­dency to be the short­est of her sis­ter, and shorter than her mother was at Maxine’s age.

Betty Toland Isen­berg lives with her hus­band at Cave City, Ky., close to the Mam­moth Caves of south­ern Ken­tucky. She clerks in a store in Cave City, as her hus­band is an invalid. Betty was born on my birth­day, 20 years my junior, I believe. Dur­ing the Sec­ond World War, I was pass­ing through Gales­burg, Ill., and went to use a tele­phone in the quite large depot. As I turned a cor­ner around a long seat, one of my feet slipped on the very hard and very slick floor, so I grabbed for my lit­tle wedge cap. In doing so, I attracted the atten­tion of a lady in a nearby fam­ily group, who came to me and said, “I believe you are my Uncle Louis, I’m Betty.” We arranged a lit­tle trick on her mother who was to meet them there, in that she was not to be told about me, so I sat down with my face averted, when she came there, then after a few min­utes stood up and kid­ded her — my sis­ter Stella. She was dumb­founded at the actions of the big sol­dier in a strange uni­form until her “Well, Louis!” showed she rec­og­nized me. Betty has 2 sons, Her­bert and Greg.

Lester Dean Toland (Bud) was the youngest of the fam­ily. He was quite an ath­lete in school and after­ward became a nation­ally known motor­cy­cle rider in hill climb, at one time sec­ond best for the State of Illi­nois. He passed away some years ago, leav­ing a lovely wife and two chil­dren, a son and daugh­ter, Mike and Karen. “Bud’s” widow has since remar­ried and is Mrs. George McNa­mar. She spent some years with her present hus­band in the Canal Zone while he was sta­tioned there as a mem­ber of the U.S.A.F., but recently they have trans­ferred to a point in South­ern Cal­i­for­nia, where we have no address.

Ralph Booth Switzer’s three chil­dren are: Eve­lyn Switzer Per­rine, who was born while they were on Dad’s farm. I lived there for a year with them and farmed with Ralph, while she was learn­ing to walk. She grew up at the edge of Roseville and mar­ried at the start of World War II, stay­ing at her par­ents’ home, while her hus­band was in the U.S. Army. Her first child, Susan, was a preschool child at the time I vis­ited there dur­ing the war but has since grown up, mar­ried and has a family.

Helen Switzer Rochette is liv­ing with her hus­band at Roseville, Ill. Her two sons have gone to make their own homes and lives and she is a trained nurse, now employ­ing her time as a doctor’s recep­tion­ist and tech­ni­cian, while her hus­band, Paul, is a painter. While liv­ing with Ralph and Lady, I was called from my bed by Ralph in the wee small hours of one sum­mer morn­ing to drive Ralph’s Ford road­ster to Macomb to get Mrs. Toland, Herb’s mother, to help in the home until Lady could again resume her duties after Helen’s birth — so I have felt a lit­tle closer to Helen than to oth­ers of my nieces. In Chicago dur­ing the war, I tele­phoned their home on the north side and Paul came to the sta­tion to take me to their home where I spent hours of plea­sure. Their sons are Paul, Jr., ad Richard, both married.

Ralph Vin­cent Switzer was born at the time they were liv­ing east of Roseville. He grew to man­hood there and was given a busi­ness edu­ca­tion. He has mar­ried and lives in a sub­urb of Chicago — Park Ridge, Ill., and is in busi­ness with his father-in-law as man­u­fac­tur­ers of parts for farm­ing imple­ments. Moms and I engi­neered a meet­ing between him with his wife and Ken at the O’Hare Air­port in north­west­ern Chicago, when Ken was pass­ing through there in 1965. They spent a very enjoy­able hour together, becom­ing acquainted as they were cousins who had never met since they were preschool chil­dren. Vin­cent and his wife have two teenage boys.

Howard Switzer Jr., son of Howard and Vir­ginia Switzer of South Pasadena, Calif., is mar­ried and lives in the fash­ion­able sub­urb, Granada Hills, of Los Ange­les. We have had no con­tact with him nor his par­ents lately other than by an annual exchange of Xmas cards with Howard and Jin­nie, so can­not give any infor­ma­tion about him other than he and his wife both work and have no family.

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