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| Birth: | 1 Jul 1896 in Boise, Idaho/Boise, Ada Co., ID |
| Death: | 8 Nov 1968 in LaGrande, Oregon |
| Sex: | M |
| Father: | John Wesley Fincher b. 27 Dec 1856 in Ouachita Co., Arkansas |
| Mother: | Mary Emaline Emmerson b. 4 Mar 1872 in Competition, Wright Co., Missouri |
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| Burial: LaGrande, Oregon |
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Alfred and his brother William married sisters, Josie and Pearl Marker. Alfred was a WWl veteran and was in France during the war. His discharge shows that he was part of a mounted unit. DEDICATION: This genealogy is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, and the good men that came before him. My Grandfather was a particular man, sojourning in a strange land and looking for another. He was humble, poor and honest. He had riches beyond measure; compassion, charity, dedication to God, his family, neighbors and country. He never owned much, but never missed it. He didn't expect a lot. His sites were set on heavenly things all the days that I knew him. He and Josie struggled to raise heir large family, but he was always there and always had some provision, howb eit, at times that might be a truckload of melons, meant for livestock feed. He worked as a carpenter, logger, fruit picker, farmer, and just about anything g else that was good, honest labor. During WWll, he worked as a welder in the shipyards at Portland, Oregon. He was a large man with raw features, healthy as a horse. His hands were huge and he boasted that he could pick 3-5 apples at a time. He loved his grandchildren, taking the time to get to know them i they showed interest. He loved to challenge you to a foot race, and could a always win, regardless of how big you grew. He would carry "treats" in his Pocket, and if you we're exceptionally good, he would give you a couple candy co, or a piece of Beeman's gum. If it were your unlucky day, it would be Blac kjack gum or horhound candy, which you would dutifully try to be appreciative for and try to choke down. He always tried to build my confidence by telling me the things he thought were special about me. I had a great deal of love a nd respect for him. From the old school, Alf and Josie never failed to feed yo u or help you, if the need was there. We'd drive a good distance to see them and regardless of the hour, grandma would have a big meal ready or go right t o fixing one. If any needed help building or taking care of the sick, they wo uld always come to help. They put my sister and I through school for a year wh en we were small, took care of my older brother, Lloyd, during WWll, while my mother was in the service. When I was a young adult, I went to their home wit h 2 little babies to look for work. They were living on $40 a month, feeding and doing laundry for a family that was living in a car. (laundy was grandma in the back yard with a wringer washer, tubs and a clothes line). There was always plenty of cornbread or crackers and milk and canned fruit. They never once acted as if I was a hardship to them or anything less than a welcome gran daughter who needed help. I didn't stay, but never forgot their generosity. Family prayers, both morning and night, were lead by my grandfather and went a round the room till all present had thanked the Lord for the day. Blessings w ere always said at meals, and there was never any horseplay around worship. B ible study was daily and church was, at times, daily, if the opportunity avail ed itself. An entire set of Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories was made available for us grandchildren. My grandfather must have had every diploma the Voice o f Prophecy put out for completing bible studies. He loved music and saw to it that there was always some instrument around for his children to learn on. H e, himself, played the banjo and at one time, after losing his cat, preserved the cat's memory by making a new banjo head out of it's hide. He knew several comical songs that were bound to bring laughter and music united his family i n a big way. Some of my favorite memories are of the whole family coming toge ther to visit and make music. Much more could be said about this good man an d his loyal wife, Josie, who was everyone I knows favorite grandma. She was a gentle, unassuming person. I guess I never hea
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