Fred Waddell email 6/17/2002:
I too graduated from the University of Kentucky after having spent 3 years in the Army, worked in Washington, D.C. for a short while before getting my Masters Degree at Kansas State. Worked for quite a few more years before returning for my doctorate at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, VA. Taught at UW-Stout while finishing my dissertation, and met Beverly,my wife there. I had been married before for 12 years, divorced with two children from my first marriage, but none from my marriage with Bev. My children, Kristin, age 35 and son Todd, age, 31 live and work in the Washington, D.C. area. My son Todd, works at American University in the International Studies division as a Program Coordinator and is finishing his MBA at night.
You are correct, that grandpa Roy Raymond Waddell was a carpenter by trade, if and when he worked, but was an alcoholic, and all of the 9 children (Albert died as an infant) lived in abject poverty. My dad, Charles, only had 5 years of schooling, as probably was about the same for many of them. My father was a successful real estate broker in Northern Kentucky until the gambling bug literally destroyed his life (and that of his family). I have a sister, Linda Kopp who lives in Leesburg, FL just north of Orlando.
Well enough for now. Must go; hope to hear more from you!
Till later!
Fred
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Fred Waddell email 6.20.02
Hi Rod,
Bev is sending you info regarding Roy Sr. Waddell's siblings. You know, since our correspondence, Bev and I looked at the records again, and noted that Roy Sr. had died of malhutrition, and my father, Charles (his son) was the one to sign off on the death certificate. It is hard to imagine, and bothers me, that our grandfather, Roy Sr. died of nutrition. No one should have to die that way, but alcoholism, very often results in chronic malnutirtion, as you know. I think of this, and my Dad's life. They were so very poor. I can remember stories of my dad that bean soup and corn break was the only thing they had to eat during the entire day, and it was my dad's responsibility, and perhaps the responsibility of his brothers and sisters to pick up coal thrown down from the trains. The firemen on the trains took pity on them and threw off blocks of coal that they used to heat their house. So hard to imagine, and so very sad. Perhaps it accounts for why I can't ever remember ha! ving any contact with my grandmother or grandfather Waddell.
Bev and I leave tomorrow morning for Maryland to see our kids and grandkids. Will return on Sunday evening.
Take care of yourself,
till later!
Fred