Spouse: Heather Fairall Davis.

Spouse: Vera Maude Robinson. Children were: David Earl See, Alvin Edward See, Susan Lynn See, Brian Scott See.

Spouse: Marge Unknown.

Spouse: Doris Unknown.

Children were: Melinda Kay See.

Spouse: Shirley Unknown.

Spouse: John Lyman Berogan .

Spouse: Amanda Caroline Baugh. Amanda Caroline Baugh and Edward See were married on 26 February 1900 in Graysville, Putnam County, Missouri.⁷⁰ Children were: Norvel Lee See, Harry See, Cora Marie See, Edward W. Jr. See, Frances Elizabeth See, Amanda See, John W. See.

Spouse: Lydia Margaret Hopkins. Lydia Margaret Hopkins and Edward See were married in 1919 in Lancaster, Missouri.⁷⁰ Children were: Earnest Marion See, Harvey Lloyd See, Louise See, Beverly Ann See.

Spouse: Mary Lee Proctor. Children were: Andrew Bruce See, Susan Faye See.

Spouse: Lisa Unknown.

Spouse: Edna Mae Shafer. Children were: Unknown See.

Spouse: Viola Mae Hotchkiss. Viola Mae Hotchkiss and Edward W. Jr. See were married on 22 March 1940 in Waterloo, Iowa.⁷⁰ Children were: Shirley Kay See, Dennis Leroy See, Sandra Sue See, Pamela Ann See.

Marriage between Alfred D.?? Halliburton of Pollock County of Sullivan and
state of Missouri who is over the age of 21 years and Effie M. See of
Pollock County of Sullivan and State of Missouri who is over the age of 18
years
Recorder Milan the 20 day of Jan 1894
certify that the undersigned a Minister of the Gospel did at J.P. See's in
said county on the 21st day of January A.D. 1894 unite in marriage the above
named persons Parents: Andrew Jackson See and Sarah Louisa Shaver.

Spouse: Alfred Halliburton. Effie May See and Alfred Halliburton were married on 21 January 1894 in Sullivan Co., Mo..^62,63,77

Spouse: Oscar Williamson.

Spouse: John Powell. Children were: Thomas J. POWELL.

Spouse: Frank TRENT. Children were: Leona TRENT.

Spouse: Joesph Nania. Children were: Jacob Anthony Nania.

Spouse: W.E. Gillispi. Children were: Hubert Gillispi.

Spouse: Melvin HEWITT. Children were: Lennie Leota HEWITT, Robert Francis HEWITT, Minnie Jane HEWITT, Sara E. HEWITT, Adam Clark HEWITT, Reinaldo Perry HEWITT, Edna HEWITT.

Spouse: Charles Gilmore. Children were: Betty Mae Gilmore, William Joseph Gilmore.

Spouse: Ben Farrow.

Spouse: Dell Bert Turnbow.

Spouse: Edward Alfred NELSON. Eva Ethel SEE and Edward Alfred NELSON were married on 5 June 1909. Children were: John Lloyd NELSON, Carl James NELSON, Lois Lorene NELSON.

Spouse: Lillian Augusta WIETSTOCK. Lillian Augusta WIETSTOCK and Evert Earl SEE were married on 16 December 1914 in Austin, Mower Co., MN. Children were: Keith Leroy (Smokey) SEE, Clinton Evert SEE, Lomina Maxine SEE, Donna Mae SEE.

Ezekiel Sanford See 1887 - 1973

Ezekiel Sanford "Zeke" See was born in Wallowa, Oregon. He married May Belle Robbs on February 19, 1901 in La Grande, Oregon. Due to hard times, Zeke lost his homestead in Woodland, Idaho. He broke his back clearing timber from rough country and fencing and plowing the soil for it's meager returns. He built a home from the logs off the land. He buried stillborn children there. When the crop failure and the depression finally got him, his land was sold to cover an overdue store bill. He never looked back. He traded his buckboard and four dollars to purchase a house and three lots in Kamiah, Idaho. He moved in with his family and went to work in a mill until he had enough money to lease a farm. He finally managed to buy another ranch. He never sold the home in Kamiah but rented it out at $5.00 a month. When he went blind several years later, he and his wife finished their lives there and the home is still in the family. His children bought the home next to Zeke to be able to watch out for him after his wife died. He refused to let anyone take care of him. In spite of being blind he took care of the yard and garden until his death. He was a small man with a big heart.

Zeke was never rich, but as a young man he was my idol. He managed to get my Dad and Aunt through High School and they went on to lead quite successful lives. Zeke loved to fish and made friends easily. To my Grandmother's dismay, he was always dragging down and outers home for a good home cooked meal and to put a dollar in their pocket. It was a pleasure to leave the hustle of the city and spend a few days setting in front of the wood stove listening to his stories. I think of him often and tell my grandchildren of his many escapades. When I go back to Kamiah and see his little old house, for just a moment, I see him and get a tear in my eye.

Every small town had its Doctor in those days and Kamiah, Idaho was no exception, they had Doc Bryant. Doc had come from back east and he fast became very popular with the local folks as he treated all with respect. He accepted many different forms of payment for his services, chickens, eggs, meat and labor as was the way of the times.

Idaho had roads that were no more than cow paths, not fit for cars. It didn't make much difference as there were few autos anyway. Doc Bryant made his rounds to the rural farms by riding a horse. Late one evening, Doc was returning from tending a dying patient and had stayed late to keep the old woman company and comfortable until she passed on. As he was riding back to town in the dark, something spooked his horse. Doc was sleeping as he rode and was thrown to the ground but his foot was caught in the stirrup and he was dragged some distance from the road before he managed to free his foot. His horse bolted into the darkness leaving Doc lying there with a broken leg and arm and a badly bruised head and ego. After regaining his composure, the Doc managed to drag himself back to the road. An hour or two went by and, luckily, a farm hand who had been sent to town to get supplies but had overspent his time at the local tavern in town was returning extremely late from his trip. Doc heard his wagon and started hollering. The man stopped, and after seeing the Doc's condition, managed to get the good Doctor into the back of the wagon and made a fast and bumpy ride some eight miles back to town. It was near daylight when they arrived.

As there were no other medical people in town, Mrs. Bryant summoned the nearest neighbor ladies whom she knew had some experience treating injured people. One of those chosen was my Grandmother, Maybelle "May" See. Between all the ladies, they managed to set the Doc's arm and leg, clean up all his cuts and bruises but with the Doc giving the orders, of course. A few days later a Doctor from the Neighboring Town of Koosia, Idaho made a trip by train to check out the job the ladies had done and replied that he couldn't have done a better job himself. The Doc walked with slight limp the rest of his life.

My Grandmother was quite fond of the Doctor as he had tended to her after two still borne births. Since she only lived a few blocks away at the time, she volunteered to help Mrs. Bryant tend Doc till he got back on his feet. Mrs. Bryant gladly accepted. Even though she was married to a Doctor, she was not into being a nurse maid. For the next couple of months, grandmother showed up everyday, usually with one of her famous home cooked meals, and helped the Doc tend to his patients as best he could from his bed. The rumor was that Doc preferred May's home cooking to his wife's east coast cuisine.

The whole town knew Zeke and May had fallen on hard times. Doc Bryant asked Zeke if he could hire him to drive him on his rounds to the many farms located around Kamiah as he had decided not to ride a horse again, although he did for enjoyment later. Zeke accepted the offer and for a couple of years, day and night, they traveled the ridges and hills around the valley. A strange pair those two; one a educated Doctor from the east coast and the other an uneducated farm boy from the hills of Oregon and Idaho. They bonded a friendship that would last both their lifetimes.

When word was sent that Doc Bryant needed him, Zeke dropped whatever he was doing and hooked his matched bays to a buckboard. May threw a featherbed mattress in the back along with a pillow and blankets just in case the Doc got tired. She also put in a large basket of what ever she was preparing for dinner that day along with cookies and cake and three one gallon jugs wrapped in burlap. One was water, one was coffee and if was hot out, the other was lemonade. Off they went to take care of the person or persons in need of the Doc. On more than one occasion when the Doc's services was so badly needed, my grandmother wondered to herself why they needed the fishing poles Zeke had hidden (not too good) under the front seat of the buckboard.

As the roads got better, and cars became more common, the people came to the Doc's office. When Doc learned to drive, Zeke's services were no longer needed. My Dad told me he often saw the Doc's car and Zeke's horse at the same fishing hole. Doctor Bryant took care of Zeke and Mae for the rest of their lives and never charged them a cent. When they got older, he stopped by their little house, checked their blood pressure and gave them check ups. If they needed medication, he brought it to them. He did that for years after he retired, usually showing up just before dinner time and of course he stayed for dinner. My Grandmother beamed from ear to ear when he accepted.

My Grandmother died and Doctor Bryant went to a rest home. My mom and dad bought a house next door to Zeke so they could keep a eye on him as he refused to let anyone take care of him. He nearly burned the house down twice as he was ninety five percent blind. Dad talked and talked but couldn't get him to go to a rest home. The answer was always the same, "Hell No." Then Dad got an idea. He took Zeke to see Doc Bryant at the rest home he was at. Zeke finally relented; if the Doc was there, he would go. They visited each other everyday for three months talking over old times and the adventures they had had in the good old days . Then it seems as soon as their pasts were fresh in their minds, the Doc passed on and Zeke followed two weeks later.

Zeke always had plenty of horses around and horse trading was kind of a hobby of his, but I quess he wasn't to good at it. One day when my Dad was a teenager, Zeke told him he was going horse-trading and he rode off in the early morning riding one horse and leading three more behind him. About supper time here came Zeke packing his saddle. So much for his horse trading abilities.

Zeke loved horses. He had the same three as long as I can remember, a matched pair of bay's, a mother and son team. Babe, the mother, was a holy terror and the son Gup docile as a lamb. He also had an old brown work horse Pet. In later years when everybody was using tractors, Zeke was still using horses.

One time Doc Bryant sent for Zeke and told him to hurry. Zeke hitched the bays and headed to Doc’s place. When he got there Doc was on the phone, the kind you used to have to crank. He turned to Zeke and said "We got a man snake bit bad on Woodland Ridge. Are you ready?" Zeke replied he was. Doc turned back to the person on the phone and said "Stick his leg in a bucket of kerosene. Zeke and I will meet you half way on the Woodland Grade. Doc hung up the phone and they jumped in the buck board. Zeke put the bays to the test, with Doc holding on for dear life along with trying to keep his medical bag from flying off. They met the other wagon way more than half way up the grade. Doc jumped out of the buckboard and jerked the man’s leg out the bucket of kerosene. After close examination, Doc shouted "I don’t see no snake bite!" The driver of the farm wagon spit out a wad of chewing tobacco and replied. "I know, Doc. He got bit in the arm." The patient survived although he lost the use of his arm for a few months.
Zeke loved to fish and did so at every opportunity he got and when ever he felt like it. He didn’t know anything about new fishing laws that were coming out, or if he did he didn’t care. Well, he got arrested for fishing out of season and had to go to court the following Friday. In the mean time he had run a hay hook through his hand and was at Doc Bryant’s getting it looked at. So he told Doc about having to go to court. Doc got an annoyed look on his face and told Zeke not to worry about it. (It seemed the local judge owed Doc a large sum on money and was way behind paying it back.)

When Zeke went to court the Judge listened to the arresting officer’s testimony, then firmly said "Case dismissed, and give back Zeke’s fishing gear." "By the way what did you do with the fish you took from Zeke?", he asked the officer. The officer replied, "Well I didn’t want them to go to waste, so we had them for supper." The officer was startled when the Judge said "That will be a thirty five dollar fine for eating fish out of season. Payable now in cash. Court is closed for today."

Well, this made Zeke a local hero as the officer was not liked at all and moved about a year later.

Late one evening Zeke and Doc were called to a farm house not to far from town. The person who came and got them was a mere lad of about nine. He said his mother had fallen coming back from the barn in the darkness after milking and had banged her head and face. When Zeke and Doc got there it was fairly obvious the lady had been badly beaten. Zeke noticed the husband laying on the sofa snoring loudly with an empty whiskey bottle laying on the floor. Doc treated the lady and they left.

In the early morning hours the lad was again beating on Doc’s door. On the ride back in the buckboard, the young man told of some mysterious way the family outhouse had been moved back from the hole about four feet. When the drunken husband went out to take care of a nature calling he had fallen into about four years of family leavings. It was about all Doc and Zeke could do to keep a straight face.

When they arrived at the farm house the cussing and belligerent man was setting on the ground with the younger children of the family bringing water from the well to rinse him off. Doc looked him over, from a distance of course. He then asked Zeke to hold the lantern while he mixed up some medication, a mixture of one half castor oil and one half strong laxative. Doc instructed the man to make sure he took it all or he could get real sick.

As my grandmother fixed breakfast for the two on their return, she commented that they both were in better moods than she had seen them in years.

When I was a pup my grandpa, Zeke See decided in late fall to turn the pigs out into the orchard to clean up the fallen and rotten fruit. After a couple of hours of munching on the fermented rotten apples, pears and what ever, he wound up with 20 or so drunken hogs, all squealing and fighting, a full blown hog brawl. Gramps calmly walked to the house and took down his faithful 20/40 Craig, a six sided long barrel rifle that, when it was fired, it made such a big bang it woke up the dead. He opened the gate from the orchard to the hog pen, walked way around to the other side and fired several rounds. The drunken hogs bolted for the hog pen, except for one old white sow who apparently had one rotten apple too many. She decided she didn't like Grandpa Zeke's attitude about the whole thing and in an apparent bluff she charged at him stopping just short of running him over. Zeke calmly reloaded the old 20/40 and starred the drunken sow dead in the eye. It was a stand off for several minutes. Then, Zeke took his crooked stemmed pipe from his mouth and addressed the old sow in a very firm tone "Better get back where you belong or you will be sizzling on the stove for breakfast." He must have got his point across as the sow suddenly turned and weaved back and forth till she was in the sty. The next morning, when I helped grandma slop the hogs, none of them seemed to have good appetites, ' must have had hog hangovers.' Storm E. See Parents: Francis Marion See and Mary Isabell Jones.

Spouse: May Belle Robbs. May Belle Robbs and Ezekiel Sanford See were married on 19 February 1909 in La Grande, Union Co. Oregon. Children were: Guy Sanford See, Erma See.

East Meadow- E. Benjamin See, 59, retired Nassau County policeman, died suddenly Saturday at his home, 1706 N. Jerusalem Ave.
After his retirement from the county force in 1947, See operated a hunting lodge and summer camp at Jackman, Me.
When he was a young man, See, a native of Washington, traveled to Alaska and then through 44 states. Later he joined the Army and saw duty on the Mexican border and in Europe in the World
War 1.
In 1931 he joined the Hempstead Village police department. While a village patrolman he was cited for capturing "Stinky" Davis, a cohort of the notorious "Two gun" Crowley, in a gun battle. In 1936, See joined the county department.
See was past commander of the William S. Kimball Post, Veterans of Foreign Wars, Hempstead, and took a leading role in veterans affairs in Nassau County.
Survivors include his wife, Violet; two sons, David, a Nassau County detective, and Benjamin both of North Bellmore; a daughter, Florence, and seven grandchildren.
Police department services will be held at 8 PM today at the Clair S. Bartholomew & Son funeral home, 302 S. Bedford Ave., Bellmore. Funeral services will be 2 PM tomorrow at the funeral home, followed by burial in Greenfield Cemetery, Hempstead. Parents: James Benjamin See and Maggie Ann Hargis.

Spouse: Violet Beatrice Coyne. Violet Beatrice Coyne and Ezra Benjamin See were married on 20 March 1918 in Newport News, Virginia. Children were: James David See, Florence Violet See, Benjamin Herbert See.

Spouse: O.B. Obryan.

Spouse: Owen Henry Monahan. Florence Violet See and Owen Henry Monahan were married on 20 March 1941. Children were: Florence Violet Monahan, Patricia Alice Monahan.

Spouse: Anthony Joesph Lagnese. Children were: Anthony Christopher Lagnese, James David Lagnese.

Spouse: Helen Joan PFEIFFER. Children were: Robert Wayne See, Jeff See, David See, Mike See.

Spouse: Arzil Stone.

Spouse: Glenn Wilder. Children were: Marlene Jean Wilder, Neva Carroll Wilder.