Charles Albert Mader, Sr., born the son of Charles Frederick and Florence Gartner Mader. He was one of 5 siblings, the only boy. He grew up in Chillicothe, Ohio.
He married my grandmother, Artie Viola Roseboom in Chillicothe on July 24, 1918.
He was a World War I Veteran, member of American Legion Post 62, Ross County Conservation League, Masonic Lodge No 6 F and Am, and The UCT, and Walnut Street Methodist Church.
One of the hymns played on the organ during his funeral was "I Need Thee Ever Hour". He is buried with his wife in the beautiful Grandview Cemetery high on a hill overlooking Chillicothe in the valley below.
I chuckle when I remember my grandpa. He was a bit of a character. He loved to hunt, played both drums and cornett, and had a funny picture of dogs playing poker over his bed.
He liked to pretend to be asleep in the chair, then as we kids would get close he'd snarl or make a funny noise to scare us and get us laughing. Then grandma would try to quiet us all down. I think he was a big kid.
When I would go for my week visit every summer, he would hide little treasures for me in his smoking stand, a place he knew my grandmother wouldn't look. She was a staunch person who wasn't much into kids "playing", or getting new things. So he would hide bubbles, crayons, pipe cleaners (the colored ones) for me to find. He smoked a pipe and could easily hide his items in front of my treasures....just in case she would open it.
Once when he and my grandmother were visiting during the Christmas Season, my grandma and mom went shopping and he was suppose to be babysitting. He kept us quite entertained. He and my older brother were having great fun taking turns with the pop gun popping the ornaments off the tree. My mom and grandma weren't happy campers when they returned.
Another fun Christmas memory has to do with Candy Canes. The women would be busy in the kitchen making cookies or cooking, the tree would be all decorated, and he would sneak candy canes to us 3 kids to put on the tree AND to eat. Grandma didn't think we needed candy, would always be surprised to find them on the tree when she and my mom would return to the room. They no doubt knew he would do that, and always played along. Candy Canes are always the last thing I put on my own tree, and I think of him as I do.
He married my grandmother, Artie Viola Roseboom in Chillicothe on July 24, 1918.
He was a World War I Veteran, member of American Legion Post 62, Ross County Conservation League, Masonic Lodge No 6 F and Am, and The UCT, and Walnut Street Methodist Church.
One of the hymns played on the organ during his funeral was "I Need Thee Ever Hour". He is buried with his wife in the beautiful Grandview Cemetery high on a hill overlooking Chillicothe in the valley below.
I chuckle when I remember my grandpa. He was a bit of a character. He loved to hunt, played both drums and cornett, and had a funny picture of dogs playing poker over his bed.
He liked to pretend to be asleep in the chair, then as we kids would get close he'd snarl or make a funny noise to scare us and get us laughing. Then grandma would try to quiet us all down. I think he was a big kid.
When I would go for my week visit every summer, he would hide little treasures for me in his smoking stand, a place he knew my grandmother wouldn't look. She was a staunch person who wasn't much into kids "playing", or getting new things. So he would hide bubbles, crayons, pipe cleaners (the colored ones) for me to find. He smoked a pipe and could easily hide his items in front of my treasures....just in case she would open it.
Once when he and my grandmother were visiting during the Christmas Season, my grandma and mom went shopping and he was suppose to be babysitting. He kept us quite entertained. He and my older brother were having great fun taking turns with the pop gun popping the ornaments off the tree. My mom and grandma weren't happy campers when they returned.
Another fun Christmas memory has to do with Candy Canes. The women would be busy in the kitchen making cookies or cooking, the tree would be all decorated, and he would sneak candy canes to us 3 kids to put on the tree AND to eat. Grandma didn't think we needed candy, would always be surprised to find them on the tree when she and my mom would return to the room. They no doubt knew he would do that, and always played along. Candy Canes are always the last thing I put on my own tree, and I think of him as I do.
Charles Albert Mader, Sr., born the son of Charles Frederick and Florence Gartner Mader. He was one of 5 siblings, the only boy. He grew up in Chillicothe, Ohio.
He married my grandmother, Artie Viola Roseboom in Chillicothe on July 24, 1918.
He was a World War I Veteran, member of American Legion Post 62, Ross County Conservation League, Masonic Lodge No 6 F and Am, and The UCT, and Walnut Street Methodist Church.
One of the hymns played on the organ during his funeral was "I Need Thee Ever Hour". He is buried with his wife in the beautiful Grandview Cemetery high on a hill overlooking Chillicothe in the valley below.
I chuckle when I remember my grandpa. He was a bit of a character. He loved to hunt, played both drums and cornett, and had a funny picture of dogs playing poker over his bed.
He liked to pretend to be asleep in the chair, then as we kids would get close he'd snarl or make a funny noise to scare us and get us laughing. Then grandma would try to quiet us all down. I think he was a big kid.
When I would go for my week visit every summer, he would hide little treasures for me in his smoking stand, a place he knew my grandmother wouldn't look. She was a staunch person who wasn't much into kids "playing", or getting new things. So he would hide bubbles, crayons, pipe cleaners (the colored ones) for me to find. He smoked a pipe and could easily hide his items in front of my treasures....just in case she would open it.
Once when he and my grandmother were visiting during the Christmas Season, my grandma and mom went shopping and he was suppose to be babysitting. He kept us quite entertained. He and my older brother were having great fun taking turns with the pop gun popping the ornaments off the tree. My mom and grandma weren't happy campers when they returned.
Another fun Christmas memory has to do with Candy Canes. The women would be busy in the kitchen making cookies or cooking, the tree would be all decorated, and he would sneak candy canes to us 3 kids to put on the tree AND to eat. Grandma didn't think we needed candy, would always be surprised to find them on the tree when she and my mom would return to the room. They no doubt knew he would do that, and always played along. Candy Canes are always the last thing I put on my own tree, and I think of him as I do.
He married my grandmother, Artie Viola Roseboom in Chillicothe on July 24, 1918.
He was a World War I Veteran, member of American Legion Post 62, Ross County Conservation League, Masonic Lodge No 6 F and Am, and The UCT, and Walnut Street Methodist Church.
One of the hymns played on the organ during his funeral was "I Need Thee Ever Hour". He is buried with his wife in the beautiful Grandview Cemetery high on a hill overlooking Chillicothe in the valley below.
I chuckle when I remember my grandpa. He was a bit of a character. He loved to hunt, played both drums and cornett, and had a funny picture of dogs playing poker over his bed.
He liked to pretend to be asleep in the chair, then as we kids would get close he'd snarl or make a funny noise to scare us and get us laughing. Then grandma would try to quiet us all down. I think he was a big kid.
When I would go for my week visit every summer, he would hide little treasures for me in his smoking stand, a place he knew my grandmother wouldn't look. She was a staunch person who wasn't much into kids "playing", or getting new things. So he would hide bubbles, crayons, pipe cleaners (the colored ones) for me to find. He smoked a pipe and could easily hide his items in front of my treasures....just in case she would open it.
Once when he and my grandmother were visiting during the Christmas Season, my grandma and mom went shopping and he was suppose to be babysitting. He kept us quite entertained. He and my older brother were having great fun taking turns with the pop gun popping the ornaments off the tree. My mom and grandma weren't happy campers when they returned.
Another fun Christmas memory has to do with Candy Canes. The women would be busy in the kitchen making cookies or cooking, the tree would be all decorated, and he would sneak candy canes to us 3 kids to put on the tree AND to eat. Grandma didn't think we needed candy, would always be surprised to find them on the tree when she and my mom would return to the room. They no doubt knew he would do that, and always played along. Candy Canes are always the last thing I put on my own tree, and I think of him as I do.
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Husband of Artie Viola Roseboom
