John Peter Vardiman
(1869-1945)
Shelby County, Kentucky & Saline County, Missouri
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Age: 75
Occupation: Farmer - Sorghum Mill
State: Kentucky & Missouri
# of Children: 3
"Spelling for Vardiman (my family) is with
an “i” except for Eddie who changed his to
an “e” when he was in high school. Various
documents for my grandparents (John Peter
and Luella Mae) have it both ways."
Shirley Anderson, daughter of Charles Henry and Emma Henrietta (Jensen) Vardiman.
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~ 1911 Vardiman Side
Miles, John Peter, Richard Henry, Lizzie & Fannie were 5 of 11 Vardiman siblings
Luella Mae & Callie Smith were sisters who married Vardiman brothers, John Peter and Richard Henry |
John Peter & Luella Mae's Farm Home
721 N. Jefferson Marshall, MO
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John Peter - Sorghum Mill
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John Peter & Luella Mae Vardiman
Their sons Left to Right: Charlie, Johnny and Eddie
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Maybe 1939 Vardiman Family Reunion
Left to Right: Miles, Grace, Bonnie, Maggie, Lizzie,
Frances, John Peter
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1939 Vardiman Family Reunion
11 Adult Children of John Thomas
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1939 Vardiman Family Reunion
John Peter's Family
Click photo for names
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John Peter & Luella Mae Vardiman
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John Peter's Farm
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Luella Mae & John Peter Vardiman
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John William "Bill" Vardiman born
3 November 1943 with Grandparents John Peter & Luella Mae Vardiman
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1943 3 Generations John Peter, Johnny and Bill
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Granddaughter, Shirley on pony "Hazel" at Grandparent's farm
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Black Aunty holding Shirley with Bud on Model T
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Bud and Shirley on the farm
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John Peter & Luella Mae
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Golden Wedding Anniversary
Married 50 years on Dec. 25, 1944
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Death Certificate
26 June 1945
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1946 Sons of John Peter:
Charles and Emma, Gladys and Edman, Luetta and John (Bill sitting on
ground in front) This picture was taken in November, 1946 - probably at
Thanksgiving - they rotated dinners.
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Grandparents in Marshall - trips to the farm
"My Dad’s parents (John Peter Vardiman and Luella Mae Smith Vardiman) lived on a farm in Marshall, Missouri
(about 100 miles from Kansas City) and we frequently would drive there for a Sunday dinner.
Also, during the school vacations I would spend a good portion of the summer with them - those were special times.
I was allowed much more freedom than I had at home.
I had a pony named Hazel and there were frequent rides, there were
chickens to feed and eggs to gather, kittens to play with, wheat to
harvest, workers to feed. There was no electricity and no inside
bathroom.
There was a root cellar to keep the vegetables cool in the summertime. My Grandmother cooked on a coal stove and she had an ice box for the milk, butter and eggs. We had our big meal at noon and when we were done we put a cloth over the food and ate the leftovers for supper. The beds had feather mattresses and what fun that was. My grandmother was a wonderful cook and there was always lots of fried chicken
(grandpa would always slip me an extra piece).
Their means of transportation was a horse and buggy
that would take us to town on Saturday. We always stopped at the ice house to get ice for the icebox
and I also got a strawberry pop. My Dad’s Aunt Lizzie worked at the J. C. Penney store in town and we always visited her.
I was so fascinated by the way they handled the money - it was put in a small container on a rope that would go to the
office upstairs where they would handle the sale and return the change to the clerk on the same rope and container.
There was a colored family who lived in a one room shack (three or four generations) just down the road from my grandparents.
The grandmother worked for my grandmother and my brother and I named her “Black Aunty”. She didn’t seem to mind and she was
a dear soul. One time my Dad brought her to our home to stay for a few days. There was still segregation in those days and
I remember my brother bringing his friends to the house and peaking around the corner to see this black person. My Dad wanted her to
see downtown Kansas City, but we had to wait until after dark to take her. I remember going down 12th Street and showing her all the lights
(lots of nightclubs, etc.) She was very awed by all of this. She slept on a cot in our basement.
She had a granddaughter named Lillian. I don’t remember ever seeing a husband but she kept having babies.
They were so cute - we called them “pickininnies” and I loved to play with them.
I remember one time when we drove to Marshall that our Model T Ford got stuck in the mud. My grandparents’ farm was about seven miles
from town and there were dirt roads. We had to sit there (no cell phones in those days) until someone came by, drove to town, called
my grandpa and he came with horses and a buggy and pulled us out."
MY LIFE STORY - SHIRLEY MARIE VARDIMAN ANDERSON
Written in February, 2006 (As I approach my 80th birthday) |
"The folks in the photo are my Grandfather and Grandmother Vardiman holding me. They lived on N. Jefferson street, I believe the address was 721, in Marshall Mo at the time.
John Peter Vardiman and Luella Mae Smith Vardiman, I went to Dad's Bible where Mom had recorded
several dates and names. Date of Photo would be late 1943 or early 1944."
Email from Bill Vardiman 7/7/10 |