Marshall was born to James Oliver and Charlotte Isabel 'Bell' Glenn Robbins.
He married Dorothea Irene Dobie on 2 SEP 1943 in Springfield, Clark County, Ohio. After she died, he married Emma Ida Pauley Deatley on 25 JUN 1977 in Leesburg, Ohio.
Marshall is buried with Dorothea. Emma is buried with her first huband, Oather H Deatley.
Memories of Marshall by his niece, Helen Patterson Spoonamore.
I recall when visiting my Grandparents on Mother's side, getting homesick. They finally agreed to let Marshall take me home on a horse. It was white and said to be a race horse. I was very small and afraid ( but more homesick I guess). Grandmother admonished Marshall to go slow and not let the horse run but when we got out of sight, he did just that. I felt I was flying like the wind but after a while realized it was very pleasant.
Another time on Debbashire Corner, Marshall was visiting us. We were looking at a haystack, a very high one. Marshall said he would jump off of it if I would. I thought he was kidding and I agreed to it if he went first. I was four or five and didn't think anyone would jump so high. He piled on a bit of straw at the bottom, climbed up and jumped - then told me to. I was terrified and backed out. When we started to the house he told me the devil would get me for lying. I kept thinking about that and became more scared of the devil getting me so I went back, climbed my mountain of straw and jumped.
Grandpa Robbins had a goat when Marshall was a young boy. He was teasing it one day, crawling up and over a bank and baaing. Uncle Ashby warned him when the goat backed up and put his head down. Marshall yelled that he was not afraid of the goat and put his head down and came over the bank. The goat ran toward him and butted him in the head. Marshall went head over heels down the bank.
Another time he was running behind a horse hitting it with a board. Ashby again warned him that the horse would kick. Once again Marshall ignored him. He was kicked between the eyes and knocked unconscious.
When I was very small, we were playing in a field in early spring and Marshall talked me into taking my shoes off and wading in the water puddles. It was very chilly and by the time we got to the house, I couldn't talk above a whisper. Grandpa put me on his lap and fed me a teaspoon of sugar with kerosene in it. I soon could talk again. Marshall was a character! He became a preacher!
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My memories of Marshall were different. I only knew him as an adult. He was an evangelist and on the board at Frankfort Wesleyan College in Frankfort, Indiana. He was a kind considerate man who always had time for a wayward or hurting child. I will never forget him.
Sherry Perry (his great great niece)
He married Dorothea Irene Dobie on 2 SEP 1943 in Springfield, Clark County, Ohio. After she died, he married Emma Ida Pauley Deatley on 25 JUN 1977 in Leesburg, Ohio.
Marshall is buried with Dorothea. Emma is buried with her first huband, Oather H Deatley.
Memories of Marshall by his niece, Helen Patterson Spoonamore.
I recall when visiting my Grandparents on Mother's side, getting homesick. They finally agreed to let Marshall take me home on a horse. It was white and said to be a race horse. I was very small and afraid ( but more homesick I guess). Grandmother admonished Marshall to go slow and not let the horse run but when we got out of sight, he did just that. I felt I was flying like the wind but after a while realized it was very pleasant.
Another time on Debbashire Corner, Marshall was visiting us. We were looking at a haystack, a very high one. Marshall said he would jump off of it if I would. I thought he was kidding and I agreed to it if he went first. I was four or five and didn't think anyone would jump so high. He piled on a bit of straw at the bottom, climbed up and jumped - then told me to. I was terrified and backed out. When we started to the house he told me the devil would get me for lying. I kept thinking about that and became more scared of the devil getting me so I went back, climbed my mountain of straw and jumped.
Grandpa Robbins had a goat when Marshall was a young boy. He was teasing it one day, crawling up and over a bank and baaing. Uncle Ashby warned him when the goat backed up and put his head down. Marshall yelled that he was not afraid of the goat and put his head down and came over the bank. The goat ran toward him and butted him in the head. Marshall went head over heels down the bank.
Another time he was running behind a horse hitting it with a board. Ashby again warned him that the horse would kick. Once again Marshall ignored him. He was kicked between the eyes and knocked unconscious.
When I was very small, we were playing in a field in early spring and Marshall talked me into taking my shoes off and wading in the water puddles. It was very chilly and by the time we got to the house, I couldn't talk above a whisper. Grandpa put me on his lap and fed me a teaspoon of sugar with kerosene in it. I soon could talk again. Marshall was a character! He became a preacher!
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My memories of Marshall were different. I only knew him as an adult. He was an evangelist and on the board at Frankfort Wesleyan College in Frankfort, Indiana. He was a kind considerate man who always had time for a wayward or hurting child. I will never forget him.
Sherry Perry (his great great niece)
Marshall was born to James Oliver and Charlotte Isabel 'Bell' Glenn Robbins.
He married Dorothea Irene Dobie on 2 SEP 1943 in Springfield, Clark County, Ohio. After she died, he married Emma Ida Pauley Deatley on 25 JUN 1977 in Leesburg, Ohio.
Marshall is buried with Dorothea. Emma is buried with her first huband, Oather H Deatley.
Memories of Marshall by his niece, Helen Patterson Spoonamore.
I recall when visiting my Grandparents on Mother's side, getting homesick. They finally agreed to let Marshall take me home on a horse. It was white and said to be a race horse. I was very small and afraid ( but more homesick I guess). Grandmother admonished Marshall to go slow and not let the horse run but when we got out of sight, he did just that. I felt I was flying like the wind but after a while realized it was very pleasant.
Another time on Debbashire Corner, Marshall was visiting us. We were looking at a haystack, a very high one. Marshall said he would jump off of it if I would. I thought he was kidding and I agreed to it if he went first. I was four or five and didn't think anyone would jump so high. He piled on a bit of straw at the bottom, climbed up and jumped - then told me to. I was terrified and backed out. When we started to the house he told me the devil would get me for lying. I kept thinking about that and became more scared of the devil getting me so I went back, climbed my mountain of straw and jumped.
Grandpa Robbins had a goat when Marshall was a young boy. He was teasing it one day, crawling up and over a bank and baaing. Uncle Ashby warned him when the goat backed up and put his head down. Marshall yelled that he was not afraid of the goat and put his head down and came over the bank. The goat ran toward him and butted him in the head. Marshall went head over heels down the bank.
Another time he was running behind a horse hitting it with a board. Ashby again warned him that the horse would kick. Once again Marshall ignored him. He was kicked between the eyes and knocked unconscious.
When I was very small, we were playing in a field in early spring and Marshall talked me into taking my shoes off and wading in the water puddles. It was very chilly and by the time we got to the house, I couldn't talk above a whisper. Grandpa put me on his lap and fed me a teaspoon of sugar with kerosene in it. I soon could talk again. Marshall was a character! He became a preacher!
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My memories of Marshall were different. I only knew him as an adult. He was an evangelist and on the board at Frankfort Wesleyan College in Frankfort, Indiana. He was a kind considerate man who always had time for a wayward or hurting child. I will never forget him.
Sherry Perry (his great great niece)
He married Dorothea Irene Dobie on 2 SEP 1943 in Springfield, Clark County, Ohio. After she died, he married Emma Ida Pauley Deatley on 25 JUN 1977 in Leesburg, Ohio.
Marshall is buried with Dorothea. Emma is buried with her first huband, Oather H Deatley.
Memories of Marshall by his niece, Helen Patterson Spoonamore.
I recall when visiting my Grandparents on Mother's side, getting homesick. They finally agreed to let Marshall take me home on a horse. It was white and said to be a race horse. I was very small and afraid ( but more homesick I guess). Grandmother admonished Marshall to go slow and not let the horse run but when we got out of sight, he did just that. I felt I was flying like the wind but after a while realized it was very pleasant.
Another time on Debbashire Corner, Marshall was visiting us. We were looking at a haystack, a very high one. Marshall said he would jump off of it if I would. I thought he was kidding and I agreed to it if he went first. I was four or five and didn't think anyone would jump so high. He piled on a bit of straw at the bottom, climbed up and jumped - then told me to. I was terrified and backed out. When we started to the house he told me the devil would get me for lying. I kept thinking about that and became more scared of the devil getting me so I went back, climbed my mountain of straw and jumped.
Grandpa Robbins had a goat when Marshall was a young boy. He was teasing it one day, crawling up and over a bank and baaing. Uncle Ashby warned him when the goat backed up and put his head down. Marshall yelled that he was not afraid of the goat and put his head down and came over the bank. The goat ran toward him and butted him in the head. Marshall went head over heels down the bank.
Another time he was running behind a horse hitting it with a board. Ashby again warned him that the horse would kick. Once again Marshall ignored him. He was kicked between the eyes and knocked unconscious.
When I was very small, we were playing in a field in early spring and Marshall talked me into taking my shoes off and wading in the water puddles. It was very chilly and by the time we got to the house, I couldn't talk above a whisper. Grandpa put me on his lap and fed me a teaspoon of sugar with kerosene in it. I soon could talk again. Marshall was a character! He became a preacher!
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My memories of Marshall were different. I only knew him as an adult. He was an evangelist and on the board at Frankfort Wesleyan College in Frankfort, Indiana. He was a kind considerate man who always had time for a wayward or hurting child. I will never forget him.
Sherry Perry (his great great niece)
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