Mary, the oldest of nine children, was born in Arkansas County, Arkansas, while her parents lived there temporarily. Her father ran in the Cherokee Strip Land Run into Oklahoma in 1893 and she remembered moving from Elk County, KS to Kay County OK by covered wagon.
She and Ben were married on Thanksgiving Day, November 30, 1916 at her parents farm home between Blackwell and Newkirk, OK. The family lived at Ottawa, KS, and Numa and Newkirk, OK before moving to Arkansas City, KS in 1928. Mary was self-employed in her later years as a seamstress for local families. She and Ben were longtime, active members of the First Baptist Church in Arkansas City, KS.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
by Milan Lambertson
She was nimble with a thimble,
And her needles fairly flew
In finesses, and dresses
That she altered were not a few.
By her planning and her canning
Food was stored for winter use.
Yes, and I can testify, man!--
She would be a cook I'd choose.
Quite a worker, not a shirker,
After every meal she'd think
She must quickly dunk those sticky
Dishes in the sudsy sink.
With her Ben, she started plenty
Early on each worship day,
Churchward driving, soon arriving,
Taking riders on their way.
Frugal-living, always giving,
They paid tithes from week to week,
And with patient visitation
Tried the absentees to seek,
Gently spurring on the erring
To be back in church again.
And the ailing were not failing
to be cheered by her and Ben,
She was witty. It's a pity
That she had few years of school.
To supplant her in some banter
Was quite difficult to do.
She was agile and not fragile,
Was that mother-in-law of mine.
She was sliding down the siding
Of a dam at 79.
Finally waning, uncomplaining,
All her hope on God she cast,
And when she neared 83
Was the time she breathed her last.
She and Ben were married on Thanksgiving Day, November 30, 1916 at her parents farm home between Blackwell and Newkirk, OK. The family lived at Ottawa, KS, and Numa and Newkirk, OK before moving to Arkansas City, KS in 1928. Mary was self-employed in her later years as a seamstress for local families. She and Ben were longtime, active members of the First Baptist Church in Arkansas City, KS.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
by Milan Lambertson
She was nimble with a thimble,
And her needles fairly flew
In finesses, and dresses
That she altered were not a few.
By her planning and her canning
Food was stored for winter use.
Yes, and I can testify, man!--
She would be a cook I'd choose.
Quite a worker, not a shirker,
After every meal she'd think
She must quickly dunk those sticky
Dishes in the sudsy sink.
With her Ben, she started plenty
Early on each worship day,
Churchward driving, soon arriving,
Taking riders on their way.
Frugal-living, always giving,
They paid tithes from week to week,
And with patient visitation
Tried the absentees to seek,
Gently spurring on the erring
To be back in church again.
And the ailing were not failing
to be cheered by her and Ben,
She was witty. It's a pity
That she had few years of school.
To supplant her in some banter
Was quite difficult to do.
She was agile and not fragile,
Was that mother-in-law of mine.
She was sliding down the siding
Of a dam at 79.
Finally waning, uncomplaining,
All her hope on God she cast,
And when she neared 83
Was the time she breathed her last.
Mary, the oldest of nine children, was born in Arkansas County, Arkansas, while her parents lived there temporarily. Her father ran in the Cherokee Strip Land Run into Oklahoma in 1893 and she remembered moving from Elk County, KS to Kay County OK by covered wagon.
She and Ben were married on Thanksgiving Day, November 30, 1916 at her parents farm home between Blackwell and Newkirk, OK. The family lived at Ottawa, KS, and Numa and Newkirk, OK before moving to Arkansas City, KS in 1928. Mary was self-employed in her later years as a seamstress for local families. She and Ben were longtime, active members of the First Baptist Church in Arkansas City, KS.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
by Milan Lambertson
She was nimble with a thimble,
And her needles fairly flew
In finesses, and dresses
That she altered were not a few.
By her planning and her canning
Food was stored for winter use.
Yes, and I can testify, man!--
She would be a cook I'd choose.
Quite a worker, not a shirker,
After every meal she'd think
She must quickly dunk those sticky
Dishes in the sudsy sink.
With her Ben, she started plenty
Early on each worship day,
Churchward driving, soon arriving,
Taking riders on their way.
Frugal-living, always giving,
They paid tithes from week to week,
And with patient visitation
Tried the absentees to seek,
Gently spurring on the erring
To be back in church again.
And the ailing were not failing
to be cheered by her and Ben,
She was witty. It's a pity
That she had few years of school.
To supplant her in some banter
Was quite difficult to do.
She was agile and not fragile,
Was that mother-in-law of mine.
She was sliding down the siding
Of a dam at 79.
Finally waning, uncomplaining,
All her hope on God she cast,
And when she neared 83
Was the time she breathed her last.
She and Ben were married on Thanksgiving Day, November 30, 1916 at her parents farm home between Blackwell and Newkirk, OK. The family lived at Ottawa, KS, and Numa and Newkirk, OK before moving to Arkansas City, KS in 1928. Mary was self-employed in her later years as a seamstress for local families. She and Ben were longtime, active members of the First Baptist Church in Arkansas City, KS.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
by Milan Lambertson
She was nimble with a thimble,
And her needles fairly flew
In finesses, and dresses
That she altered were not a few.
By her planning and her canning
Food was stored for winter use.
Yes, and I can testify, man!--
She would be a cook I'd choose.
Quite a worker, not a shirker,
After every meal she'd think
She must quickly dunk those sticky
Dishes in the sudsy sink.
With her Ben, she started plenty
Early on each worship day,
Churchward driving, soon arriving,
Taking riders on their way.
Frugal-living, always giving,
They paid tithes from week to week,
And with patient visitation
Tried the absentees to seek,
Gently spurring on the erring
To be back in church again.
And the ailing were not failing
to be cheered by her and Ben,
She was witty. It's a pity
That she had few years of school.
To supplant her in some banter
Was quite difficult to do.
She was agile and not fragile,
Was that mother-in-law of mine.
She was sliding down the siding
Of a dam at 79.
Finally waning, uncomplaining,
All her hope on God she cast,
And when she neared 83
Was the time she breathed her last.
Gravesite Details
Husband: Jacob Benjamin (Ben) Sissom and daughter Esther Sissom Lambertson
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