Bible of Alva Wells;
Obit of Alva Wells;
Personal knowledge of Alva Wells;
Personal knowledge of Ruth C Seymour Wells and Mary Ellen Wells Millis;
Alva Wells, son of Matthew C. Wells and Mary Ann Canaday, was born in
Melrose township, Clark County, Illinois on January 8, 1886. He passed away
September 22, 1972, at his home in Melrose Township, aged 86 years, 8 months,
and 14 days.
On October 1, 1910, he was united in marriage to Ruth Seymour. To this
union three children were born, Mary Ellen Millis, Maurice S., and Myron W.
Myron preceded him in death in the service of his country in World War II,
August 22, 1944. He is survived by his companion of almost 62 years, two
children and 10 grandchildren and 22 great grandchildren; also one sister, Mrs.
Fairy Phillippi of Martinsville, Illinois.
Alva was born, lived and died on the same farm.
He will be remembered by his love of poetry and his ability to recite it
He was converted, accepting the Lord Jesus Christ, as his Saviour, was
baptized and united with the Wesley Chapel Methodist Church, remaining a
faithful member until his death. He loved his sheep, as long as he was able to
care for them and now the Great Shepherd has called him home. We will all miss
him, but memories of him are very precious.
Memo from Maurice Wells, 1 Jan 1998
It must have been about 1933 or 34 when almost all of the boys in our
neighborhood had the mumps. Now I am not sure which one of us brought them
home and exposed the rest - but it was a rather severe" strain of the mumps we
had and without exception we all had 'serious' relapses.
I can remember the Sunday as if it were yesterday when Myron and I were in two separate bed s in the bed room just off of our living room, and we were
experiencing the agony of the disease. Our father and mother were in the
sitting room and Ed Artman came for a visit. Ed's widowed sister, Laura
Olmstead, was living with her two daughters and son, Willis, in the "Busby"
house just a short distance north of Ed's. Ed had to help them quite a lot as the economy wa s severe then. Willis was older than the rest of us boys and was courting Alice Baker who wa s living with her grandparents a few miles North. To finance the purchase of his gasoline h e had been stealing and selling chickens from some of the neighbors. As is always the case h e was caught and sent to the penal farm for punishment. The bed room door was open so we cou ld plainly hear every word uttered in the other room. Ed told my father that he believed i f they would combine forces they could get a parole for Willis. Now one must remember that E d and my father were life long neighbors and friends as well as distant cousins. My father' s reply was "Ed, if that were either of my boys, I would not ask you for any help since the y are old enough to know right from wrong, they would have to take their punishment." Needles s to say, that made a lasting impression on me.
Story from Uncle Maurice:
A long time ago you asked me for a story about my father, Alva Wells. No doubt you have hear d this one many times, but here goes anyway!!
Back in the first decade of this century, when things moved at a much slower pace than they d o now, Alva would drive his horse and buggy to Richland County to "court" his wife, Ruth Seym our. One particular weekend, he was returning from a Saturday and Sunday spent at her home . It was early Monday morning, so to be somewhat rested when he got home, he loosely tied th e reins to the dash board of the buggy and let his "trusty" horse come home while Alva slept . When they got to the South end of the Cox road the horse turned that corner too "short" an d tore down a mail box!!
Alva just went on home and got a new post, post hole digger, and other tools and returned t o the mail box. He set a new post and fastened the mail box in place, then came back home . He got home in time for breakfast and time to go to the field to work!!