The Tener Family

This is a journal kept by Dennis Holmes and friends concerning the Tener Family.
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Monday, January 28, 2008

John Wallis and his family - brother of George Tener I's wife

We know a lot about James Wallis and his work as a publisher of the British version of Alexander Campbell’s (and the Church of Christ’s) Millennial Harbinger. This short series of Wallis family stories is born from us having available to us copies of some photographs of his children. I thought having the photographs cries out for some explanation so we get to ‘know’ these folks!

(Photo Courtesy of Kathleen Tener Smith)

John Wallis’ photo comes to us from John’s great grand niece – Kate Tener Smith. The photo is one of a large number which came from the photo album of Maud Tener Johns – Tener family history book page 74 – Maude was a granddaughter of James Wallis. (This photo was taken in Nottingham by A. W. Cox & Son, St. James St. It is undated.) John Wallis was the nephew of Susan Wallis who married George E Tener I.

John Wallis was born about 1833, in Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, England. He was the seventh, of ten children, of James and Susan Wallis.

He is first located in an 1841 English Census. At that time he was about 8 years of age – and living with his parents and siblings in Nottingham.

I was unable to locate him – with any degree of certainty, from searching through the England 1851 Census.

By 1861 John Wallis was married to Sophia Griffiths, and they were living on Clarendon St, Sherwood Ward, Nottingham Township, England. John was listed as a “master clothier” who had some 45 people in his employ: 34 men and 11 women. He was only 28 years of age at the time.

In 1861 John and Sophia Wallis are listed with a son John M – 3 years of age; a son Stephen – 2 years of age; a third son, Charles G. – 2 months; and a daughter, Mary S. – 1 year of age. From this, I surmise that John and Sophie were married prior to 1858. The Wallis family also had three domestic servants enumerated as living with them.

By 1871 – according to the 1871 English Census, John and Sophie Wallis were listed as living on Mansfield Grove, in Nottingham. John is listed as a “taylor” (tailor?) and he has 25 working for him – 12 men and 13 women. Their family has grown with the following enumerated in the home: Stephen – 12; Mary – 11; Charles – 10; Arthur – 9; Gertrude - 7; and Amy – 1. In addition, there were three domestic servants – a cook, a housemaid, and a nurse.

In 1881, the English Census documents place the family living at 25 Mansfield Grove, Nottingham. John is listed as head of household, and his occupation is ‘lace manufacturer’. Son John M. is again listed in the home – 23 years of age, and he too is a lace manufacturer. Son Stephen, 22 years of age, has a job as a warehousemen. Son Arthur is 19 years old, and working as a ‘solicitor’s clerk’. Daughter Amy is 11 years old, and is attending school. There were also two domestics – a cook and a housemaid.

By 1901, John is 67 years of age, Sophie 65, and they are living with their son Arthur. John does not have any notation for his occupation, but interestingly Sophie is listed as a “stock broker agent’.

Sophia died in 1902 - and she was buried in the General Cemetery, Nottingham. John died July 29, 1910 - also in Nottingham - and he too is buried in the General Cemetery, Nottingham.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Edward Frederick Earnest "FRED" CRAVER




Fred's obituiary is from the Jan 2, 2008 Washington Post, page B-7........

"Edward Frederick Earnest "Fred" Craver of Falls Church, VA passed away on Saturday December 22, 2007 in Arlington, VA. Fred was born July 29, 1954 in San Antonio, Texas. He completed his education in California, graduating from Palisades High School in 1972 and the University of San Diego in 1977.

Fred was entrepreneurial and shortly after graduation from college he opened "Sea & Sky Artifacts" in San Diego - where he imported and sold maritime and aviation artifacts. While in San Diego Fred spent much of his leisure time sailing the coastal waters of Southern California and Mexico. After several years in business for himself, Fred moved to Northern Virginia to join his father's commercial real estate business in Fredericksburg, Virginia. He later obtained his real estate license and joined Long & Foster Real Estate in Fairfax, VA.

Fred was loyal to his friends and especially dedicated to his family. He made a special effort to attend all birthdays, graduations, weddings, reunions and family events wherever they may have taken him. He always made the time to support and celebrate his family, and we will miss his wonderful humor, warmth and love.

Fred was the grandson of Mr. and Mrs. A. Edward Craver of Fredericksburg, VA and of General and Mrs. Herbert L. Earnest of White Stone, VA. all of whom predeceased him. He is survived by his father Mr. Theodore F. Craver (Clair) of Hilton Head Island, SC; and his mother Mrs. Frances E. Bussells (Bud) of White Stone, VA.: his brother Theodore F. Craver Jr. (Marian) of Pacific Palisades, CA; and his sisters Cynthia Ann Holmes (dennis) of Milpitas, CA and Molly Craver-Shaw of Modesto, CA. Additionally he is survived by his nieces Cameron Shaw of Yountville, CA Mary C. Craver of New Orleans, LA and Elizabeth G. Craver of Pacific Palisades, CA. and by his nephews Clifford T. Holmes (Yvonne) of San Jose, CA Theodore F. Craver III (Helen) of St. Charles, Mo and Timothy T. Shaw of Modesto, CA.

The Family will receive friends Friday January 4, 2008 from 5:00 PM until 7:00 PM at Everly-Wheatly Funeral Home, 1500 W. Braddock, Alexandria VA where a funeral service will be held at 10:00 AM Saturday, January 5, 2008, with internment to follow at the Oak Hill Cemetery, Fredericksburg, VA. In lieu of flowers, please send a donation in honor of Fred to your favorite charity."




Fred was my brother-in-law, single - a lifelong bachelor. He was totally devoted to his family and - as noted - attended all family events where ever they may have taken him.




Fred
August 2005




His Eulogy was delivered by his brother - and shows a playful side of Fred, which I'd like to share with you here:



As many of you know, I am Fred’s brother, Ted. And it is from the unique perspective of a brother that I want to share some memories and thoughts about Fred.

My parents and my sisters would probably agree that it would be charitable to label us as “fiendish” when we were growing up. Fred and I were a handful when we were by ourselves, but put us together, and it was pretty much instant chaos. After we grew up—maybe I should say—after we became adults—actually I’m not sure that is any more accurate—well whatever, we delighted in telling and retelling the stories of our childhood exploits. Over the last several days, it has been a great source of comfort to recall some of those stories. For some reason, most of the stories I remember were of us getting in trouble.

Such as the time we were hiding in the bushes up on Arlington Blvd pretending to be great hunters armed with our homemade slingshots--shooting rocks at cars. We were quite proud of those slingshots, made from coat hangers, rubber bands and the webbing from the elastic band of a pair of underpants pirated from Dad’s dresser drawer. The inevitable happened—we ended up actually connecting with a car windshield. The driver screeched to a stop, bolted from his car running after us, and caught Fred. I had no choice but to turn myself in after that. Our memories were always “a little hazy” about what precisely happened after we were caught, but our older sister, Ann, who was babysitting us at the time probably has a better recollection.

Or one of Fred’s favorite stories. We were off from school on a snow day and decided to pass the time by throwing snowballs at cars coming down Olin Drive. We positioned ourselves on opposite sides of the street in order to catch our unsuspecting prey in a cross fire. After some good early success, a car approached going so slowly it was too hard to resist--even though Fred, who suspected it was too good to be true, warned me not to throw. I hit the car broadside--but it turned out to be an unmarked police car. Out jumps the cop, the chase ensues, and I am caught. Just as I am being led back to the car, with Fred shadowing us, my Mother drives up the street. Again the memory is hazy about what happened next.

And there are so many more great memories together—
** of building forts in the empty lots around the Olin Drive house
** and using Dad’s hammers as tomahawks,
** and burning up the hedge when the underground fort we built mysteriously caught fire,
** and dreaming together of owning an Avanti Studebaker car
** and years later racing up Westridge Rd in Mom’s more pedestrian Chevy Nova.

But we all know there was so much more to Fred than these crazy antics and zany stories.
Such as CREATIVITY. I was always impressed with his creativity. Whether we were in play, or working more constructively on something, he frequently would amaze me with a creative approach or idea. While I would rely mainly on diligence and logic, he would reach inside and pull something out and say “what about this?”, which would make me take a step back and marvel at how he came up with that.

And he was BOLD. Fred would get an image in his mind that he wanted to do something, or be something, and the next thing you knew, he was going for it. And they were things none of us in the family were doing or thinking about. He wanted to SCUBA dive, so he did it. He wanted to sail, so he not only learned how to do it, but he also bought a sailboat. He wanted to be his own boss, so he started his own business. While I would sit back and ponder and consider and weigh the pros and cons, he just got up and did it. I admired that boldness and courage.


THE TRUMPET! When he was growing up Fred played the trumpet. And somehow for me, Fred’s trumpet playing seems a near-perfect metaphor for him. Just his choice of the trumpet as his instrument seemed fitting. Big, bold, brassy, it blared out “you can’t ignore me”. And creatively played!! He found more creative ways to play that thing. It was a bittersweet memory this Christmas to remember our family Christmas Carol fests of years past with Dad trilling away on the clarinet, Mom and the girls on the piano, me with the guitar, and Fred on the Trumpet. And every dog in the neighborhood was howling along with us.


But of course what we all remember best was Fred’s warmth and caring towards friends, and especially family. I have two cherished memories as illustrations.

Fred was my Best Man at Marian’s and my wedding 33 years ago. He was a perfect choice as Best Man. I can assure you he took his duties seriously as host of, and the life of, my Bachelor Party. But he really showed his strength on the day of my wedding. He kept me loose, kept me laughing, kept me occupied, and was there with warmth and confidence--but without making me feel like I needed to be taken care of (even though we all knew I needed to be). And, two years ago, he was part of the wedding party as a groomsman at my son’s wedding. In fact my fondest recent memories of Fred are from that weekend at Ted and Nellie’s wedding. He was pleased, indeed I think proud, to be a part of the ceremony. We have a wonderful picture of him dancing with my daughter Mary looking like the Tango King!

I have felt a powerful need over the last few days to make something good out of Fred’s passing. I asked myself, what could I learn from Fred and try to put in practice. Above all, I respect the way he consistently showed his love and loyalty and caring for his family and friends. As Molly and I were agreeing the other day on the phone, more than most of us, he gave his love and support in a non-judgmental way, and demanded very little in return. Even his occasional admonishments were mostly delivered with good-natured humor and ribbing. He always found a way to show his support and caring. He would move heaven and earth to attend just about any family event, no matter the cost or imposition. These characteristics made him a very special person. I doubt I could ever do these things as completely or consistently as he did, but I will honor him by committing to try.

Fred was lovable. And, we love him. And, we will miss him dearly. The image that has repeatedly come to me in the last few days, and that I most cherish, is of God leaning down, and lifting him from the cold ground, and tenderly gathering Fred up in His arms.

I know God now has his trumpet player!

Peace be with you Fred. And, Hip! Hip! Bucko



FRED - sailing off the Southern California Coast

Dawn R. DONNELLAN, NEE TENER (page 72)

Dawn Rosaleen DONNELLAN
NEE: TENER
Sept 2, 1922 -- Dec. 26, 2007



Dawn was born in San Francisco, CA, to Robert Evans and Sarah-Jane Tener: she was the youngest of three girls. Dawn attended San Francisco public schools.

Dawn married John F. Donnellan on August 23, 1942 at Grace Cathedral Episcopal Church in San Francisco. Dawn remained active with the Episcopal Church almost all of her life.

During the 1940’s and 1950’s Dawn worked for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. In the 1960’s she had a beauty salon on Nob Hill in San Francisco. In the 1970’s and 1980’s she worked as a Real Estate Broker in her husband Jack’s office – where more often than not she was a member of the ‘Million Dollar Club’. She was a hard worker and was very successful.

Dawn played leadership roles in the various organizations that she belonged to: including Job’s Daughters, the Sierra Club, the French Hospital Women’s Auxillary, the Olympic Club, and the Junior California Club. One of the things Dawn will be remembered for is the parties and gatherings that she hosted. Her parties became legendary!

Dawn was preceded in death by her husband Jack and her sister Emilie-Jane Armand both of whom died in 1990. Soon after Dawn moved to Spring Lake Retirement Community in Santa Rosa, where she organized and or participated in many social activities and volunteered many hours of service and her personal resources to the chapel and other good causes. She was passionate about flowers and animals – especially dogs and specifically beagles. She had several beagles over the years and several litters of beagle puppies.

Dawn will remain in the hearts of her sister, Roberta Kenny of Davis; her nieces Betty Jane Armand-Hodge of Concord, Marciel Baker of Sacramento, Patricia McCaleb of Algier, WA: her nephes Andre Tener Armand of San Francisco, her grand nieces – Andrea Jane Griffith-Utne of Concord, Jennifer M. Beck of Novato, and Eileen Gorman of Sacramento. She will also be remembered by her grand nephews: Scott W. Hodge of Concord, Daniel Gorman of Sacramento and Craig Gorman of El Dorado Hills; her sister’s sister in law Alyce Davidson of Santa Rosa and her God Daughters Patricia MacJennett Kelly and Kathryn MacJennet Dunne and her many friends.

******* The above is from the memorial service held on Saturday, January 12 in Santa Rosa********

I met Dawn when she attended the induction of John Kinley Tener III into the Mid Mon Valley All Sports Hall of Fame, in Pennsylvania in the summer of 2006. When she heard that there was a Tener function she told her niece and nephew, "We're going!". She had a very strong sense of her family and it was Dawn who had saved old family letters and photographs - that spanned over a hundred and twenty years. (*The story goes is that Dawn was the youngest of the three sisters - and when there were estates to be settled, Dawn would be the one who was attracted to the old family photographs and old family letters. There have been shared with me and will be the basis of a 'book' on the family line from Isaac William Tener - brother of John Kinley Tener I.)

Dawn appears in the Tener Family History book page 72: with a misspelling of the name of her husband.

One of the ladies who spoke at Dawn's memorial service had known her for 75 years - they grew up together in San Francisco and were close friends all of their lives. Dawn and her husband Jack never had children - and yet they were Aunt and Uncle to a myriad of not only their blood-relatives but also to quite a few of their good friends' children.

As mentioned, Dawn's parties were very memorable. Several examples were discussed by her friends and the pastor. She arranged a party in Palm Springs for her friends from Santa Rosa! She arranged for a party at the Olympic Club - for her Santa Rosa friends - which included a limo ride to and from!

They mentioned Dawn's affinity for having flowers around. When she lived in San Francisco - Dawn volunteered to be sure that there were flowers for the Sunday Sevices at the Grace Cathedral where she attended church: and when she retired to Santa Rosa, she immediately got involved with the Chapel Guild and was responsible for flowers there also.

We also were introduced to another fun loving side of Dawn. She was responsible for the retirement community installing a mini-golf area - and she hosted golf tournaments for her friends and others in the community. She was quite the fun loving lady.
When Dawn was only a year old her grandmother wrote a very nice little poem for her. It survived all of these years, and I'd like to share it here:
Dear baby of the hopeful name!
We loved you darling ere you came
Our Dawn!
That blessed hour of all daylight
Sailing away the darkest night,
Fair Dawn!
Foolish people call it gray
While roseate hues melt into the day
Blush of Dawn!
So little baby where could you
Have found a name like sparkling dew,
To fit so well our Dawn?
Happy smile with dimpled chin,
Great loving eyes whose depths within
Say, Dawn!
Proud father and dear mother true
With loving sisters "joyful two"
Care well for Dawn!
On tiny fingers holding mine
In tightening clasp like clinging vine
Wee Dawn!
Pretty limbs all curved and round
Tiny feet to step aground
Our dearie, Dawn!
Dawn Rosaleen! Oh, perfect name
You filled our hearts ere since you came
Bright Dawn!
Bring on your dry old language books
And in them make one thousand looks
You'll never find in all their nooks
A lovelier word than Dawn.
Call Mr. Webster to your aid
He's "heavy weight" but don't be 'fraid
Hunt through his pages night and day
No word you'll then triumphant say
More beautiful than Dawn.
This is just a rhyme you know
You should have had a year ago,
To tell you that I love you so!
Fron Grandma, to her Dawn.

Dawn will remain in our hearts and memories for years to come!

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Luke Tener Short

I think it has been about five years or so when Ann and I first met Neil and Debbie Short. We met Neil's mother, Ethyl Short, Nee TENER (TBB page 77) at a Tener family "Bash" in the San Joaquin Valley the summer prior to meeting Neil and Debbie. The next year while in Phoenix for Spring Training we met Neil and Debbie.

On Jan 9, 2008 Neil and Debbie's son Luke passed away on at about 4:15 PM. Neil wrote:
"....While he was at work he developed some lower abdominal pains that were really painfull and doubled him over, so he asked one of his employees to take him to the Dr. the Dr. sent him right to the hospital. Both Dr office and the hospital are just across the street from his office. Hospital got right to him with morphine then took him for a ultra-sound which looked normal. The meds didn't help the pain at all he said. The Dr and nurses were going to take him for an MRI or CAT scan and they had left him alone in the emergency room for about 10 minutes and when they returned he had a cardiac arrest and was dead in minutes."

"Luke was 37 in October.

The gospel is true, Heavenly Father had a need for Luke or He has a plan for us that we don't know about. Any ways we have our hands full but we know that we will survive. We are given trials to help us grow and to bring us closer together."

Later, we were informed:
"Funeral services will be held Monday, January 14th 2008 at 11:00AM at the Centennial Ward Building of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. 79th Ave & Acoma, Peoria AZ. Acoma is one half mile north of Thunderbird.

...and:
Following the services, we received a copy of the Eulogy spoken about Luke.

LUKE T. SHORT EULOGY
Jan 14, 2008
By Mike Larson

Next to the famous hymn, O My Father, there is a hymn that seems to have been written as a reverent anthem for Luke Short. Please turn to Hymn #293, Each Life That Touches Ours for Good, and read along to yourself as I read aloud the first two verses:
Each life that touches our for good
Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord:
Thou sendest blessings from above
Thru words and deeds of those who love.

What greater gift doest thou bestow,
What greater goodness can we know
Than Christ-like friends, whose gentle ways
Strengthen our faith, enrich our days.

I miss my friend Luke. He strengthened my faith, and enriched my days.

I would best characterize Luke as being a builder, a fixer, and one who made things grow.
As a builder, Luke sought to build up things around him; himself, his testimony, his family, and even the very structures he lived in. He lived his faith on a daily basis. He went to Church, he accepted callings, he served in the community, and spent time with his family. Normally a quiet, shy, person; Luke often stepped outside of his comfort zone. One friend related that Luke and Catherine were invited over to a party. During the course of playing a game called Cranium, Luke and Catherine were asked the question “What was the first video played on MTV?” Instead of merely answering it, Luke started singing “Video killed the radio star”. Catherine joined in and they were soon swaying to the beat together. Everyone was shocked because nobody had ever heard Luke sing before. He did it because he was building his marriage and building his friendship with others. One of Luke’s hobbies was paintballing with friends. The very same buddies he would shoot on Saturday, would be the friends he worshipped with on Sunday, and worked with on Monday. Luke sought to build up young men. I once invited Luke to share his mission memories and experiences with our Priest Quorum. Luke once confided in me that his mission had been very difficult for him; and, it was touching to him that we would want to hear about it. He did an excellent job of explaining the culture and missionary process he experienced in Korea. He even brought in a jar of kim-chee for the young men to sample. (Explain kim-chee). One young man related yesterday that he still remembers that experience. He remembers Luke giving each of them a sample and then happily munched half of the jar by himself. He also remembers the Bishop not being able to use his office for three days because of the smell. Another friend remembers Luke’s motive for building up strong young men. He remembers Luke’s daughters being very cute and always thought that Luke was on a secret mission to help raise up good young men because one of them just might end up marrying one of them. He knew what was important in life.
I was always amazed at Luke’s ability to fix things. It seemed like there wasn’t anything Luke could not fix. He was always able and willing to help others with their problems, including me. Luke and my oldest son just happened to share a birthday. I was required by my employer to stay late that evening and wouldn’t be there to celebrate. Luke graciously shifted any focus away from himself and helped make that day a special celebration for my son. He stood in my place and handled the piñata. He fixed my dilemma, and many more household issues that, if left to my own attempts without him, would have left me electrocuted, flooded, or on fire. He served freely and unconditionally. Getting him to accept any money for his work was like licking cactus. Another friend remembers his daughter accidentally driving her car through their carport. Luke showed up and got right to work. He was always willing and happy to help people make fixes in their lives.
Lastly, Luke had a way of making things grow. Luke had quite the green thumb. One year, I was having a remarkably good growing season of my own with my garden. I was so pleased, I bragged to Luke of my bounteous success. He listened politely as we walked into his backyard. When I saw his garden, my jaw dropped. Everything that I’d been bragging about was twice as big and twice as much in his garden. To this day, I still believe that if Luke dropped some seeds on concrete, he’d find a way to get it to grow. But more importantly than food, he looked for ways to make his children grow in all ways (physically, intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually). Luke was a coach for several years for his daughter’s sports teams. Friends remember other coaches constantly yelling at their kids to run or do this or that. But not Luke. He always found a way to let the kids know what they should do in a kind manner. He wanted his children to have every good experience in this life that he could. While I was taking my three sons on Father-Son outings, he was taking his three daughters on Daddy-Daughter outings. And when his son came along, and my daughter came along, we smiled at each other and got to enjoy the other side of happiness.
I know Luke is in the care of his Heavenly Father and our Savior.
I know that we will see him again some day. I’m a little envious that he is where he is right now. But I know that he is continuing to build, and fix, and make things grow there, in preparation for his family to join back together at some distant time.
I want to end my thoughts with the third line of the hymn I started with:

When such a friend from us departs,
We hold forever in our hearts
A sweet and hallowed memory
Bringing us nearer, Lord, to thee.

If any of you have cherished memories you’d like to share with Catherine and their children, I’m sure she would appreciate a letter or an email from you so that she can continue to build the memory of Luke for their children for years to come.


Postscript- Damon Nitzel email:
Luke was one of our scout masters when my father passed away at age 12. If not then, very shortly after. Trevor Hensley's father passed away shortly after mine. Luke took me, and I'm sure Trevro too, aside and let me know that if I ever needed anything that he was there for me. What I understand now that I wish I had then, was that he meant just that. He was willing to step in where a father figure was needed, whenever it was needed. I wish I could have done more with him to accept his offer. However, we did do a great deal together. Mostly through scouts. He was a wonderful leader. He was always cheerful, happy and outgoing. He encouraged us in our scouting work. He loved and cared for us. Trevor, Dan Hedgecock, and I all bonded very well with Luke and we all have fond memories of him. After we moved on in scouts he didn't just dissappear either. He always talked to us at church, and I believe truely cared how we progressed. After I was graduated from high school and was looking for a third job, he suggested working for Hyde Electric. That turned out to be a life changing opportunity, and I truly believe Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ guided me in my life. I do believe that he was a "tool" that they worked through to help guide me. He was a very devoted caring person, and I honestly wish I could know that he would be one of the many people waiting for me on the other side when it is my time to go.

That is my two-bits "on Short" (ha ha). Sorry maybe now isn't the best time for jokes, but he always tried to laugh when we were sad, and it helped. I hope you and you family are doing well. Kayleigh and I are doing very well and moving through school as quick as we can. We'll be in Twin falls until May 2009 (apprx.), then we plan to attend Utah State Univ. Welp, first day of Spring semester, gotta fly to school. Once again I hope this makes it in time.

Your friend,
Damon Nitzel


Luke was indeed too young to pass. He left a young family - four children ages 4 to 12. An account has been arranged for the family:
Cathryn Short in Loving Memory of Luke Short
Johnson Bank
3131 E Camelback Rd Suite 100
Phoenix, AZ 85016

Act # 1001143272
Routing #122105359

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