The Telephone Register, McMinnville, Oregon, Thursday, February 6, 1941
DEATH OF YAMHILL NATIVE STIRS FRIENDS' MEMORIES
YAMHILL, Feb. 6 - News of the death of Marcellus Griner, 80, former Yamhill resident, last week Tillamook stirred many recollections of the picturesque character here.
Mr. Griner died in a Tillamook hospital Jan. 27, having been taken there the previous week. He lived in a small shack near the old Tillamook veneer plant., it was reported. It was only through a letter discovered among his effects that his niece, Mrs. G.A. Carlson, of Houghton, Wn., was reached. Funeral arrangements were held late last week.
Yamhill Native
Marcellus Griner was born Feb. 12, 1860, near Yamhill and lived here 72 of his 80 years. He moved to Tillamook in 1932. For many years previous to that time he had been in the barn of the late N.H. Perkins' farm near the S.P. tracks.
Rickets in infancy left Marcellus crippled with an odd, halting gate. His strong will overcame that obstacle, however, and he traveled back and forth over the mountains many times from Yamhill to Tillamook. Marcellus always wore a greenish, originally black, cutaway and carried a cane.
He overheard a conversation, when very young, which gave him the incentive for a ripe old age. The lady had sadly lamented, "Poor Marcellus, he isn't long for this world!" For his own ears only the youth muttered, "I'll show you, old woman." Each morning the boy Marcellus climbed to a hill near his home and took twenty lung-filling breaths.
Marcellus was a philosopher and scholar. He attended school long enough to complete the eight grade, but a burning desire for knowledge kept him studying from textbooks and newspapers each day of his long life. A clear memory held the information and made him an authority on many subjects. Loathe to assert himself he began his remarks "This is how it seemed to a feller up a tree." His interesting narratives, told to children, were full of mystery and suspense.
He was a close friend of the late Quong Hop. From the old Chinese he received much of his belief in the closed mouth and open ear policy for attunement with the times.
Marcellus was proud and independent. When younger he worked at odd jobs but later in life necessity forced him to take a small pension. At the time of his death $119 was found sewed in his clothes and a savings account in the Yamhill bank brought his holdings to more than $200.
Was Recipe Concocter
Marcellus liked impromptu spelling matches, ciphering, secrets, buttermilk, custard pie. Housewives were presented with his recipes, which were devoid of culinary perfection but master-pieces of masculine imagination.
Marcellus lived along and led a worthwhile, if unusual, life. He was honest, intelligent, reverent. He always doffed his hat to ladies, attended all public gatherings, practiced old-time penmanship with "curly cues," understood phrenology, enjoyed conversing with anyone, and never tried to impress.
DEATH OF YAMHILL NATIVE STIRS FRIENDS' MEMORIES
YAMHILL, Feb. 6 - News of the death of Marcellus Griner, 80, former Yamhill resident, last week Tillamook stirred many recollections of the picturesque character here.
Mr. Griner died in a Tillamook hospital Jan. 27, having been taken there the previous week. He lived in a small shack near the old Tillamook veneer plant., it was reported. It was only through a letter discovered among his effects that his niece, Mrs. G.A. Carlson, of Houghton, Wn., was reached. Funeral arrangements were held late last week.
Yamhill Native
Marcellus Griner was born Feb. 12, 1860, near Yamhill and lived here 72 of his 80 years. He moved to Tillamook in 1932. For many years previous to that time he had been in the barn of the late N.H. Perkins' farm near the S.P. tracks.
Rickets in infancy left Marcellus crippled with an odd, halting gate. His strong will overcame that obstacle, however, and he traveled back and forth over the mountains many times from Yamhill to Tillamook. Marcellus always wore a greenish, originally black, cutaway and carried a cane.
He overheard a conversation, when very young, which gave him the incentive for a ripe old age. The lady had sadly lamented, "Poor Marcellus, he isn't long for this world!" For his own ears only the youth muttered, "I'll show you, old woman." Each morning the boy Marcellus climbed to a hill near his home and took twenty lung-filling breaths.
Marcellus was a philosopher and scholar. He attended school long enough to complete the eight grade, but a burning desire for knowledge kept him studying from textbooks and newspapers each day of his long life. A clear memory held the information and made him an authority on many subjects. Loathe to assert himself he began his remarks "This is how it seemed to a feller up a tree." His interesting narratives, told to children, were full of mystery and suspense.
He was a close friend of the late Quong Hop. From the old Chinese he received much of his belief in the closed mouth and open ear policy for attunement with the times.
Marcellus was proud and independent. When younger he worked at odd jobs but later in life necessity forced him to take a small pension. At the time of his death $119 was found sewed in his clothes and a savings account in the Yamhill bank brought his holdings to more than $200.
Was Recipe Concocter
Marcellus liked impromptu spelling matches, ciphering, secrets, buttermilk, custard pie. Housewives were presented with his recipes, which were devoid of culinary perfection but master-pieces of masculine imagination.
Marcellus lived along and led a worthwhile, if unusual, life. He was honest, intelligent, reverent. He always doffed his hat to ladies, attended all public gatherings, practiced old-time penmanship with "curly cues," understood phrenology, enjoyed conversing with anyone, and never tried to impress.
The Telephone Register, McMinnville, Oregon, Thursday, February 6, 1941
DEATH OF YAMHILL NATIVE STIRS FRIENDS' MEMORIES
YAMHILL, Feb. 6 - News of the death of Marcellus Griner, 80, former Yamhill resident, last week Tillamook stirred many recollections of the picturesque character here.
Mr. Griner died in a Tillamook hospital Jan. 27, having been taken there the previous week. He lived in a small shack near the old Tillamook veneer plant., it was reported. It was only through a letter discovered among his effects that his niece, Mrs. G.A. Carlson, of Houghton, Wn., was reached. Funeral arrangements were held late last week.
Yamhill Native
Marcellus Griner was born Feb. 12, 1860, near Yamhill and lived here 72 of his 80 years. He moved to Tillamook in 1932. For many years previous to that time he had been in the barn of the late N.H. Perkins' farm near the S.P. tracks.
Rickets in infancy left Marcellus crippled with an odd, halting gate. His strong will overcame that obstacle, however, and he traveled back and forth over the mountains many times from Yamhill to Tillamook. Marcellus always wore a greenish, originally black, cutaway and carried a cane.
He overheard a conversation, when very young, which gave him the incentive for a ripe old age. The lady had sadly lamented, "Poor Marcellus, he isn't long for this world!" For his own ears only the youth muttered, "I'll show you, old woman." Each morning the boy Marcellus climbed to a hill near his home and took twenty lung-filling breaths.
Marcellus was a philosopher and scholar. He attended school long enough to complete the eight grade, but a burning desire for knowledge kept him studying from textbooks and newspapers each day of his long life. A clear memory held the information and made him an authority on many subjects. Loathe to assert himself he began his remarks "This is how it seemed to a feller up a tree." His interesting narratives, told to children, were full of mystery and suspense.
He was a close friend of the late Quong Hop. From the old Chinese he received much of his belief in the closed mouth and open ear policy for attunement with the times.
Marcellus was proud and independent. When younger he worked at odd jobs but later in life necessity forced him to take a small pension. At the time of his death $119 was found sewed in his clothes and a savings account in the Yamhill bank brought his holdings to more than $200.
Was Recipe Concocter
Marcellus liked impromptu spelling matches, ciphering, secrets, buttermilk, custard pie. Housewives were presented with his recipes, which were devoid of culinary perfection but master-pieces of masculine imagination.
Marcellus lived along and led a worthwhile, if unusual, life. He was honest, intelligent, reverent. He always doffed his hat to ladies, attended all public gatherings, practiced old-time penmanship with "curly cues," understood phrenology, enjoyed conversing with anyone, and never tried to impress.
DEATH OF YAMHILL NATIVE STIRS FRIENDS' MEMORIES
YAMHILL, Feb. 6 - News of the death of Marcellus Griner, 80, former Yamhill resident, last week Tillamook stirred many recollections of the picturesque character here.
Mr. Griner died in a Tillamook hospital Jan. 27, having been taken there the previous week. He lived in a small shack near the old Tillamook veneer plant., it was reported. It was only through a letter discovered among his effects that his niece, Mrs. G.A. Carlson, of Houghton, Wn., was reached. Funeral arrangements were held late last week.
Yamhill Native
Marcellus Griner was born Feb. 12, 1860, near Yamhill and lived here 72 of his 80 years. He moved to Tillamook in 1932. For many years previous to that time he had been in the barn of the late N.H. Perkins' farm near the S.P. tracks.
Rickets in infancy left Marcellus crippled with an odd, halting gate. His strong will overcame that obstacle, however, and he traveled back and forth over the mountains many times from Yamhill to Tillamook. Marcellus always wore a greenish, originally black, cutaway and carried a cane.
He overheard a conversation, when very young, which gave him the incentive for a ripe old age. The lady had sadly lamented, "Poor Marcellus, he isn't long for this world!" For his own ears only the youth muttered, "I'll show you, old woman." Each morning the boy Marcellus climbed to a hill near his home and took twenty lung-filling breaths.
Marcellus was a philosopher and scholar. He attended school long enough to complete the eight grade, but a burning desire for knowledge kept him studying from textbooks and newspapers each day of his long life. A clear memory held the information and made him an authority on many subjects. Loathe to assert himself he began his remarks "This is how it seemed to a feller up a tree." His interesting narratives, told to children, were full of mystery and suspense.
He was a close friend of the late Quong Hop. From the old Chinese he received much of his belief in the closed mouth and open ear policy for attunement with the times.
Marcellus was proud and independent. When younger he worked at odd jobs but later in life necessity forced him to take a small pension. At the time of his death $119 was found sewed in his clothes and a savings account in the Yamhill bank brought his holdings to more than $200.
Was Recipe Concocter
Marcellus liked impromptu spelling matches, ciphering, secrets, buttermilk, custard pie. Housewives were presented with his recipes, which were devoid of culinary perfection but master-pieces of masculine imagination.
Marcellus lived along and led a worthwhile, if unusual, life. He was honest, intelligent, reverent. He always doffed his hat to ladies, attended all public gatherings, practiced old-time penmanship with "curly cues," understood phrenology, enjoyed conversing with anyone, and never tried to impress.
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