Married Marion Rose Stevens JUNE 1 , 1915 AT Denver Colo.My father was a very frugal, honest man. He was born of poor parents at Humphreys, Sullivan Co. Missouri. When a young boy, the family moved to Southern Missouri at Linn Creek and had a hard life there until the family went to Colorado where his father took a homestead. Dad lived with his parents north of Limon in his early teens and ----- odd jobs for neighbors till he went back to Lebanon, Missouri, and lived with his Aunt and Uncle, Alice and Chester Moulder. Chester was the chief of the local light plant and he taught my father the electrical trade and how to run the local power plant engines. Then for a year or two he would work here and there in small town electrical plants and he said that he would go to Chicago and stay till all his money was gone then hunt a new job. When he was 21, he filed for a homestead and got one of the most worthless piece of land imaginable. It was probably all that was left of the homestead land. He dug a one room home back into the hill and dug a well. At this time he started courting my Mother and they were married to the distress of Mother's parents. They dug two more rooms back into the hill, a living room and a bedroom. They lived here during the years that their three children were born. When the youngest, Steve, was three and the rats kept biting his ears at night and mother was afraid that he would bleed to death Mother made an ultimatum. It was build a house or move away. Dad had some good livestock and all told he managed to get away with 1800 dollars and still had title to the land. He rented the 360 acres for the taxes for years till he finially sold it for $ 4,000. No one has lived on the place since we left in 1926 and there is no road access to where we had our home. We moved to Julesburg, Colo. where dad was bookkeeper and implement dealer in a partnership which included a flour mill, a grocery store and a John Deere dealership. From here he went to work for John Deere and lived in Sidney and Ogallala, Nebraska. He was having a lot of stress and stomach trouble so quit and moved to Oshkosh, Neb. and learned the shoe repair trade which he practiced till he retired years later having shops at Big Springs and Southerland, Nebr. and Clarkdale, Az. He and Mother were active members of the Masonic Lodge and the Eastern Star Lodges respectively. He was secretary-treasurer for years and mother went through the chairs to become president of her lodge. Dad really did not work after he was 41 years of age but we existed on what little he made in the shop. Most of his time at work and at home was spent reading. He did not attend church but Mother was active in the Methodist Church and saw that we had a proper religious education. In the late 1940's Dad and Mother moved to Arizona and bought a little home at Clarkdale, Az where they lived till Mother died in 1959. Shortly thereafter he moved to Chandler to be near the children and lived there for several years till he became unable to live alone so lived with Alice most of the time but the last year with Connie and then Shirley and I. He died of the dwindles, just dwindled away, at the age of 94. He and Mother are buried at the Valley View Cemetery at Clarkdale, Az. Nathan Einertson who knew him from the homestead days said while we were discussing old times that he was well liked but wouldn't work and anther time said that he would not farm but tinkered with what machinery that he had. I remember that he built our first radio from a kit and that he had our model T ford tore down all the time. He taught us children several lessons. Dad must have been spoiled a a child as he took care of his personal wants first. We learned to get by with very little in substance. One thing, when it was necessary to spend money for our health problems Dad did see that we were taken care of. That we were to pay our own way except for the groceries and that we had better get up and make something of ourselves as it was strictly up to us. He discouraged my going to college. All three of us children got bachelor degrees in our professions with not one cent of help from home and there was not any grants and scholarships in those days. Poor mother did her best by giving music lessons and gardening. She never complained but she had a hard life, bless her. She kept us in clothes when we were at home and did give us a 25 c monthly allowance .Bird Houk Somerville says that after Dad and Mother were married the young neighbors got a team and wagon and were to surprise them one night. They got lost on the open range and never did find the place _________________________________________________________ _This is a letter to Dr. Lee Cady from Alice Beth Crater Cady, his daughter and my sister. Mother died Aug 31, 1959. She was 69 years old. Dad was 69 the 25 th of August 1959. He seemed to feel that his life was over and he would soon follow mother in death. Dad remained in Clarkdale for approximately 4 years. A serious illness, Kidney or ulcer or a combination of both, caused a short hospital stay and the family felt that he should be neared to Tom and myself. Dad sold his Clarkdale property, bought a house trailer and moved to Chandler, Az. five miles from Gilbert. He didn't want to be too close, didn't want a telephone because he wanted us to visit him. So, for the next 14 years I helped him shop, go to the library ect. and brother Tom took care of his medical and business affairs. Dad broke his hip in 1977. We felt that he couldn't manage alone at the age of 86. So dad sold his trailer and made his home with my husband and I for the next five years. Dad remained active- walked daily- read and watched ball games until he was about 91 years old. Dad was with me at Pinetop at the age of 83 when he passed out with a bleeding ulcer. He had to be airlifted to a hospital in Mesa from the small hospital at Pinetop. area hospital. He recovered well and enjoyed reasonably good health and was able to eat and sleep without discomfort. The summer of 81 he stayed with his granddaughter, Connie, as he didn't care to be at Pinetop. He was also with Connie the summer of 82 and stayed with Connie until six weeks before his death. I was teaching and we all felt Dad needed to have someone near at all times. He was confusing times to take his medicine and was falling occasionally. Sometime in Febuary or early March he went to stay with Tom and Shirley in Gilbert as Connie was to have her fifth child ( March 19 1983 ) From this time Dad seems to be more confused. He had trouble breathing and fell more and more often Sometimes didn't recognize family members and had trouble talking. His skin on his arms deteriorated to the extent that even a slight bump would cause bleeding. Dad slept about 20 hours a day. Shirley took him to the Doctor April 5 th and he was hospitalized at 2:00 PM and they gave Dad a sedative. Dad went on into a coma and died April 6 th about 3:30 A.M. We were all at his bedside as he slept his life away. Dad was buried beside mother in the Clarkdale Cemetery, April 9 at 1:30 P.M. The cemetery is one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. It nestles at the foothills with snow capped Mt. Mingus on the west and faces across the Verde Valley with the red rocks of Sedona and the lofty Snowcapped San Francisco peaks to the East. The air is so clear blue with lilacs and tulips in bloom. Certainly a beautiful place to be laid to rest. The Methodist minister of the Clarkdale church and the Masonic Lodge of Cottonwood conducted the services. ( Grave side only ). A very few old friends and all the immediate family attended. It was a time of joy and sorrow. We all revisited the old home church, the library where Mother worked. The Grandchildren loved to remember the good times they had at Clarkdale. Steve Cady came from Salt Lake City and our son, Tom Crater, from Lupkin, Texas. I miss my dad;. Not only as a dad but also as my little boy and finially as a dependent child. We had a close relationship and he often said that I was the best daughter he ever had. ( I was the only one ) To the last he had a twinkle in his eye and a joke. If he didn't understand he would say O.K. its O.K. _______________________________________________________ Mabel Huffman Burgess said that William Cady let one of her brothers drive his 1917 model T ford and he was thrilled. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Wm Cady Homestead was north of Limon on the highway to Last Chance to the Lincoln Co. line go East 1/2 mile and then walk or drive back south 1/2 mile to Lusto Springs which was just across the fence from our home site. You have to walk in and no one has lived on the 360 acres since we left in 1926 ----------------------------------------------------------------\