Family Tree Maker's Genealogy Site: Genealogy Report: Ancestors of Priscilla Jean Roberts

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Ancestors of Priscilla Jean Roberts

Generation No. 1

1. Priscilla Jean Roberts, born 18 Sep 1940 in Alton Memorial Hospital Alton IL.. She was the daughter of 2. Maurice Wilson Roberts and 3. Emma Kathleen Skinner. She married (1) Richard Glen Johns 09 Dec 1961 in Pittsfield, IL.

Notes for Priscilla Jean Roberts:
The memory I have is the morning after my Dad was Shot. ( the story is told on Mom's page) I was a fat ,knock kneed and glasses wearing, snoty nose little girl. I cried a lot and people would talk about how pretty Suzie and Ronnie were, and then who does Jeanie look like? We lived in the Defence Area, it was built during the war for people that worked for the Western Defence Plant in Alton, IL. The defence Area was a very rough neighborhood. In our back yard was separated from the ball diamond by the sidewalk. Dad coached a ball team of very rough boys. If people drove drown our street slowly to slum, they would jump on the running boards of the cars and turn the car on it's side. This would leave terrified people in the stranded in Thier cars, until someone would called the police to come and set them up right. They drove away never to return. They was not a place for the faint hearted, I had my leg cut to the bone, when I was about five, by a boy who just threw a milk bottle at our feet.
I was about four when a girl came by and asked me if I wanted to take a ride. She took me about six blocks from my house and then kicked me off her bike at a vacant lot and said,"Now see if you can find you way home". I cried all the way home, but walked straight home.
We were playing King of the mountain on the coal boxes and this boy hit me while I wasn't looking and I landed on my shoulder breaking it. I wore a sling to school because it was my Shoulder not my arm. This boy who broke his arm would chase me everyday to show everyone I didn't have a broken arm since I wasn't wearing a cast.
In the first grade a boy in our class was discover to have a brain tumor. He was operated on to remove it but it was to deep into his brain so they just removed part of his skull hoping it would grow out instead of in. It did both. He lived about five years and we all played together everyday. He went into a coma just
before Christmas a died three days later. We were so sad that he didn't even get to unwrap his Christmas presents.

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