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Angela J. <I>Lazare</I> McMillan

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Angela J. Lazare McMillan

Birth
Quebec, Canada
Death
Apr 1935 (aged 56)
Colorado, USA
Burial
Denver, City and County of Denver, Colorado, USA GPS-Latitude: 39.7945361, Longitude: -104.9599611
Plot
Section N-1/2 Lot 114 Block 8
Memorial ID
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McMILLAN, Angela J. nee LAZARE
(Mrs. John Ellsworth McMillan)
B. 21 July 1878 in Quebec, Canada
D. Apr 1935 in Denver, CO
56y 8m 18d
Burial - 8 Apr 1935
Riverside Cemetery
Section N-1/2 Lot 114 Block 8
Denver, Colorado

Memories of John and Angela from their niece, Maxine Alice Dwiggins Neff:
Maxine was born on 1 Mar 1917 at 4740 Vine St. in Denver and related these stories from Delray Beach, Florida in 2007.

My mother, Mary, the ninth of the McMillan children, and I stayed with Uncle John and Aunt Angela when Aunt Angela broke her collar-bone. My father was working in Panama at the time. This would have been sometime around 1922-24. I went to school with my cousin, Willard.
Uncle John was always called "Johnny". He was the third in line of the ten McMillan children. He was known for his beautiful gardens and his prize flowers. He built a WONDERFUL playhouse for his youngest, LaVerne. It had two rooms and was very special.
Angela was of French descent, from Quebec, and her brother was named Alfred Lazare, and he had a son, Alfred Lazare Jr. who married Beatrice (BeBe). They had two daughters. Uncle John and Aunt Angela probably married in Topeka, Kansas. That is where the McMillan family was living and that is where their first child, Grace Louise was born on April 3, 1897. Grace married Joe Seifried and they were more my mother's age than my age. I loved them all very much.
I remember that Aunt Angela's mother called on spirits and heard rappings. She made tables rattle and I don't know what all! Another time Aunt Angela, who was a very large woman, asked me to take Willard, who was older than me, shoe shopping at Tom McCann's. When we got to the store and Willard removed his shoe, his sock was filled with holes and the toe of it was gone. His toes stuck out and this really embarrassed me. It was hard getting used to having a ‘brother'.
Once Aunt Angela and my mother threw some wine mash out to the chickens. Later in the day Uncle John became upset and thought the chickens had gone berserk. He told Aunt Angela that he'd had to kill six hens and before the day was out, he was afraid he'd have to kill them all. He thought it was some strange new disease. Angela's mother was a spiritualist who lived with them. She could make plates float and talk to the dead and she was the one who solved the chicken puzzle. "What you've got are drunken chickens."
McMILLAN, Angela J. nee LAZARE
(Mrs. John Ellsworth McMillan)
B. 21 July 1878 in Quebec, Canada
D. Apr 1935 in Denver, CO
56y 8m 18d
Burial - 8 Apr 1935
Riverside Cemetery
Section N-1/2 Lot 114 Block 8
Denver, Colorado

Memories of John and Angela from their niece, Maxine Alice Dwiggins Neff:
Maxine was born on 1 Mar 1917 at 4740 Vine St. in Denver and related these stories from Delray Beach, Florida in 2007.

My mother, Mary, the ninth of the McMillan children, and I stayed with Uncle John and Aunt Angela when Aunt Angela broke her collar-bone. My father was working in Panama at the time. This would have been sometime around 1922-24. I went to school with my cousin, Willard.
Uncle John was always called "Johnny". He was the third in line of the ten McMillan children. He was known for his beautiful gardens and his prize flowers. He built a WONDERFUL playhouse for his youngest, LaVerne. It had two rooms and was very special.
Angela was of French descent, from Quebec, and her brother was named Alfred Lazare, and he had a son, Alfred Lazare Jr. who married Beatrice (BeBe). They had two daughters. Uncle John and Aunt Angela probably married in Topeka, Kansas. That is where the McMillan family was living and that is where their first child, Grace Louise was born on April 3, 1897. Grace married Joe Seifried and they were more my mother's age than my age. I loved them all very much.
I remember that Aunt Angela's mother called on spirits and heard rappings. She made tables rattle and I don't know what all! Another time Aunt Angela, who was a very large woman, asked me to take Willard, who was older than me, shoe shopping at Tom McCann's. When we got to the store and Willard removed his shoe, his sock was filled with holes and the toe of it was gone. His toes stuck out and this really embarrassed me. It was hard getting used to having a ‘brother'.
Once Aunt Angela and my mother threw some wine mash out to the chickens. Later in the day Uncle John became upset and thought the chickens had gone berserk. He told Aunt Angela that he'd had to kill six hens and before the day was out, he was afraid he'd have to kill them all. He thought it was some strange new disease. Angela's mother was a spiritualist who lived with them. She could make plates float and talk to the dead and she was the one who solved the chicken puzzle. "What you've got are drunken chickens."


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