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Celia Vern <I>Spooner</I> Lathers

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Celia Vern Spooner Lathers

Birth
Death
1965 (aged 59–60)
Burial
Mears, Oceana County, Michigan, USA Add to Map
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Celia Spooner (30 Jun 1905 Comstock Park, MI - 10 Feb 1965 Grand Rapids, MI) dau of Leslie Spooner and Julia Bennett
m 25 Nov 1923 Spring Lake, Ottawa Co., MI
Swift Lathers (12 Jan 1889 MI - Apr 1970)

Their son Nathan can be linked to them.
Nathan Quick Lathers (26 Feb 1936 Hart, MI - 13 Jan 2010 FL)
Nathan Lathers Memorial# 65689945
link to parents
Swift Lathers Memorial# 75159749
Celia Spooner Lathers Memorial# 75159801

Feb. 12, 1965
The Mears Newz
Mrs. Celia (Spooner) Lathers 59 passed away Wedsnesday afternoon at Blodgett Memorial Hospital in Grand Rapids after a long illness. Born Celia Spooner at Comstock Park on June 30, 1905, she married Swift Lathers at Spring Lake on November 25, 1923. Surviving besides her husband are six children, Mrs. Thelma VanderLaan of Grand Rapids, William and Nathan of Mears, Dale of Rockfor, Forest of Ludington and Birch of Hart; her mother Mrs. Julia Spooner of Muskegon; four sisters, Mrs. Marion Rowe and Mrs. Virginia Shank of Twin Lake, Mrs. Beatrice Singles of Muskegon and Mrs. Rose Fowler of Burlinton. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon, Feb. 13 at the Methodist church in Mears with burial in the Mears cemetery.

Feb.12, 1965 The Mears News
Article written by Swift Lathers commemorating his life with Celia.
It was the 25th of November in 1923 that Celia Spooner and I were married in Spring Lake by the Baptist minister. She lived in Muskegon and we had planned that some Sunday afternoon we would take a drive in the Model T Sedan and have the ceremony performed. We could not afford an elaborate wedding, neither did we want one. I owned a small house in Mears, three rooms downstairs and an unfinished one upstairs. It was plain but it was ours. It was also my printing office. We could not afford any davenport or overstuffed chairs. We made the best of what we had. The table we ate from was home-made. O.M. Wright, the carpenter, had made me two. The only stove we had was round and upright and its diameter was rather small. We could cook on that but on warm autumn days we boiled our potatoes over a little fire of sticks in the back yard. Some time that first year we bought a three burner blue flame kerosene cook stove with and oven. If we wanted more heat than the wood stove gave out from its pine fire we could light two blue flame burners and set theoven over them with its drop door open. I had a wooden frame woven wire cot which i had bought from Mr. Wright for about fifty cents. We folded quilts and laid them on this cot by the west window for our "davenport", We had a wooden bed upstairs with slats on it. Nels Anderson had told me in the fall that if I would bring a tick down to his farm he would fill it with straw. S we had bought some striped ticking and Celia had sewed it up all except one end and that she sewed after it was filled with straw. This was our mattress. So we commenced housekeeping with an outfit that was plain but independently ours. We had bought two or three plates and some knives and forks. We printed a notice in the paper inviting the public to come to our house for a party. They came with friendly good nature and brought cakes and cookies for refreshments and some housewares for gifts to the house like a potato masher, stew pans, salt and pepper shakers and maybe a nutmeg grater, I don't remember what. So we settled down for one of those winters of long ago when horses and bobsleds went by and pine stumps were brought in from the souther plains. We coul read James oliver Curwood books about the frozen north and look out the six paned windows and think we were in the land of the big snows. Celia was 18 and young girls about town like Emma Sloan, Eulah Krauss, Lolena McKay would drop in to see her. I set type by hand and ran out the papers on the footpowere press. We had been married a year and a half before Thelma, our first child came along on August 1, 1925. When winter came we got an orange crate and tied it on a sled. I think that her first winter she was outdoors every day. The next years the homestead adventure began and Thelma named her doll Pipsissewa after a creeping vine on the floor of the jackpine forest. Billo played with the bright pebbles and watched the gopher eat his dinner off a little table that was provided for him. Celia took our two children for walks in the dunes and up the beach and to pick the red raspberries in the woods while I made long trips up town and to get two or three fifty cent pieces to bring home groceries for another day. During the 41 years that we were married and lived together we never charged any groceries, not even on loaf of bread in 41 years. With us it was an ideal, to eat not grander than we could afford, and likewise with our clothes. Thirty years ago we moved to the house of our dreams where Celia arranged her pictures and plates upon the wall and the children's photographs on the piano and the plants at their windows and the rockers on the stone porch. She was happy that many tourist came by and bought extra copies of the paper, for all the money she got from these she could put away to buy Christmas presents, and here in this dream world that she had arranged and helped to bring about she should have lived yet many years. But an affliction came within. She spent 29 days at Blodgett Hospital in Grand Rapids, where surgery showed that she had a ruptured gall bladder. She recovered sufficiently to go to Thelma's house. Thelma is a registered nurse. And there in a bed in the sun parlor Celia slept and rested listened to softly playing records that changed themselves. And she could walk around and sit up and eat. Last weekend she was planning on coming home. Suddenly she got worse and was taken back to the hospital where she breathed her last on Wednesday afternoon. On Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock those who will miss her will gather at the Methodist church in Mears. Henceforth in the home where she used to live there will be a great emptiness in the rooms she walks in no more.
Celia Spooner (30 Jun 1905 Comstock Park, MI - 10 Feb 1965 Grand Rapids, MI) dau of Leslie Spooner and Julia Bennett
m 25 Nov 1923 Spring Lake, Ottawa Co., MI
Swift Lathers (12 Jan 1889 MI - Apr 1970)

Their son Nathan can be linked to them.
Nathan Quick Lathers (26 Feb 1936 Hart, MI - 13 Jan 2010 FL)
Nathan Lathers Memorial# 65689945
link to parents
Swift Lathers Memorial# 75159749
Celia Spooner Lathers Memorial# 75159801

Feb. 12, 1965
The Mears Newz
Mrs. Celia (Spooner) Lathers 59 passed away Wedsnesday afternoon at Blodgett Memorial Hospital in Grand Rapids after a long illness. Born Celia Spooner at Comstock Park on June 30, 1905, she married Swift Lathers at Spring Lake on November 25, 1923. Surviving besides her husband are six children, Mrs. Thelma VanderLaan of Grand Rapids, William and Nathan of Mears, Dale of Rockfor, Forest of Ludington and Birch of Hart; her mother Mrs. Julia Spooner of Muskegon; four sisters, Mrs. Marion Rowe and Mrs. Virginia Shank of Twin Lake, Mrs. Beatrice Singles of Muskegon and Mrs. Rose Fowler of Burlinton. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon, Feb. 13 at the Methodist church in Mears with burial in the Mears cemetery.

Feb.12, 1965 The Mears News
Article written by Swift Lathers commemorating his life with Celia.
It was the 25th of November in 1923 that Celia Spooner and I were married in Spring Lake by the Baptist minister. She lived in Muskegon and we had planned that some Sunday afternoon we would take a drive in the Model T Sedan and have the ceremony performed. We could not afford an elaborate wedding, neither did we want one. I owned a small house in Mears, three rooms downstairs and an unfinished one upstairs. It was plain but it was ours. It was also my printing office. We could not afford any davenport or overstuffed chairs. We made the best of what we had. The table we ate from was home-made. O.M. Wright, the carpenter, had made me two. The only stove we had was round and upright and its diameter was rather small. We could cook on that but on warm autumn days we boiled our potatoes over a little fire of sticks in the back yard. Some time that first year we bought a three burner blue flame kerosene cook stove with and oven. If we wanted more heat than the wood stove gave out from its pine fire we could light two blue flame burners and set theoven over them with its drop door open. I had a wooden frame woven wire cot which i had bought from Mr. Wright for about fifty cents. We folded quilts and laid them on this cot by the west window for our "davenport", We had a wooden bed upstairs with slats on it. Nels Anderson had told me in the fall that if I would bring a tick down to his farm he would fill it with straw. S we had bought some striped ticking and Celia had sewed it up all except one end and that she sewed after it was filled with straw. This was our mattress. So we commenced housekeeping with an outfit that was plain but independently ours. We had bought two or three plates and some knives and forks. We printed a notice in the paper inviting the public to come to our house for a party. They came with friendly good nature and brought cakes and cookies for refreshments and some housewares for gifts to the house like a potato masher, stew pans, salt and pepper shakers and maybe a nutmeg grater, I don't remember what. So we settled down for one of those winters of long ago when horses and bobsleds went by and pine stumps were brought in from the souther plains. We coul read James oliver Curwood books about the frozen north and look out the six paned windows and think we were in the land of the big snows. Celia was 18 and young girls about town like Emma Sloan, Eulah Krauss, Lolena McKay would drop in to see her. I set type by hand and ran out the papers on the footpowere press. We had been married a year and a half before Thelma, our first child came along on August 1, 1925. When winter came we got an orange crate and tied it on a sled. I think that her first winter she was outdoors every day. The next years the homestead adventure began and Thelma named her doll Pipsissewa after a creeping vine on the floor of the jackpine forest. Billo played with the bright pebbles and watched the gopher eat his dinner off a little table that was provided for him. Celia took our two children for walks in the dunes and up the beach and to pick the red raspberries in the woods while I made long trips up town and to get two or three fifty cent pieces to bring home groceries for another day. During the 41 years that we were married and lived together we never charged any groceries, not even on loaf of bread in 41 years. With us it was an ideal, to eat not grander than we could afford, and likewise with our clothes. Thirty years ago we moved to the house of our dreams where Celia arranged her pictures and plates upon the wall and the children's photographs on the piano and the plants at their windows and the rockers on the stone porch. She was happy that many tourist came by and bought extra copies of the paper, for all the money she got from these she could put away to buy Christmas presents, and here in this dream world that she had arranged and helped to bring about she should have lived yet many years. But an affliction came within. She spent 29 days at Blodgett Hospital in Grand Rapids, where surgery showed that she had a ruptured gall bladder. She recovered sufficiently to go to Thelma's house. Thelma is a registered nurse. And there in a bed in the sun parlor Celia slept and rested listened to softly playing records that changed themselves. And she could walk around and sit up and eat. Last weekend she was planning on coming home. Suddenly she got worse and was taken back to the hospital where she breathed her last on Wednesday afternoon. On Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock those who will miss her will gather at the Methodist church in Mears. Henceforth in the home where she used to live there will be a great emptiness in the rooms she walks in no more.


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