Granduncle Mark's Genealogy Parlor

In memory of

Elda Elizabeth (Routh) Eddleman
1910 - 1999

(Born 26 August 1910)
(Photo from the early 1970's)
Submitted by her grandson
Mark Ellsworth Hickman, PhD





    My grandmother, Elda Elizabeth (Routh) Eddleman, had less gray hair in her 80's than I did at the same time. She had a quick mind that exceeded the capacity of her physical body when she was elderly.

    A colorful woman, Elda sang our lullabys in French when we (her 10 grandchildren) were young. We also remember her lively renditions of Little Orphant Annie, The Raggedy Man, and other poems by Hoosier Poet, James Whitcomb Riley.

    During most of her life, Elda was a caretaker. She cooked enough for neighbors during the Great Depression, finding ways to stretch her family's meager supplies. Living in Elda and Clarence's home for periods of years were Elda's parents, Elda's disabled brother and Clarence's Grandfather. This was, of course, in addition to their own children.

    Elda was born a writer. Many people keep her letters because of her talent in using words so expressively. She has also written poetry, short stories and inspirational pieces.

    A self-described 'tomboy' in her youth, Elda always enjoyed a challenge. I remember her playing basketball in her 50's, taking her first motorcycle ride in her 60's, and accepting a modeling job in her 70's.

    Though born in Danville, Illinois, Elda became a Hoosier early in life as her family moved to Frankfort, Indiana when she was 'but a small tot.' After some years in Frankfort, her father decided to buy a small farm near Stanford in Monroe County, Indiana. Here, Elda spent the remainder of her youth in the rolling hills of southern Indiana.

    Elda's style of writing and cooking were, of course, reflective of her insights into Hoosier culture. Also influential were the colorful Pennsylvania Dutch traditions that her own mother brought to the family.

    Three generations of descendants make up Elda's 'Forty-Leven.' Visits to grandmother's house almost always included cooking aromas that led the children to slip into the kitchen for samples from the kettles.

    Elda loved animals -- and had "a way" with them. The wild birds in her valley were trained to fly to her when she called, knowing they were about to receive bread crumbs and leftovers from Elda's kitchen. I remember as an adolescent looking out a front window of Elda's house, hearing Elda calling the birds at the back door, and seeing the birds in the front of the house respond by suddenly flying up and over the house to respond to my grandmother's calls.

    Grandmother was creative in her story-telling. I remember Christmas seasons in my youth when the wind would blow snow from the roof of her home and my sisters and I would see it falling in front of the living room picture window. Grandmother told us, in the most serious of tones, that this falling snow was caused by Santa and his reindeer making practice runs on her roof.

    Elda was known as a fine cook, using the butter-rich Pensylvania Dutch recipes that she learned from her own mother. Elda's recipes are now on the Internet! Check it out at http://grand_uncle_mark.home.insightbb.com/eldacook.html.

    Elda passed away shortly before her 89th birthday, at Bloomington Convalescent Center, in Bloomington, Monroe County, Indiana. She is buried at Greene County Chapel, in Greene County, Indiana (near Stanford, Monroe County, Indiana), adjacent to her husband's and to her parents' burial sites.

    Elda's strong spirit remained until the very end of her life here. Some members of Elda's family had taken a break to eat at a local restaurant during the final week of Elda's life, while other family members remained behind and promised to contact the diners via pager if anything happened. While preparing to eat, the diners were interrupted by the sound of the pager. Everyone momentarily stared at the pager, thinking that Elda had passed away. Using a cellular telephone, I called the convalescent center and learned the truth from my niece, April ... "Grandmother wants a cheeseburger."

    A couple of Elda's poems are included below.

    Read Elda's Christmas with the Martin's in 1913 Pennsylvania.







Elda Elizabeth Routh (on left)
with her sister,
Velva Delilah 'Jean' Routh.



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Elda Elizabeth Routh (on left)
as a beautiful young woman.


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Elda Elizabeth (Routh) Eddleman
with her brother,
Lawrence 'Joe' Routh.


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Elda Elizabeth Routh was born 26 August 1910 in Danville, Vermillion County, Indiana.

Elda was a daughter of Simon Elias ROUTH

and Nannie (MARTIN) ROUTH.



Elda's Grandparents were:
  • Benjamin Hopkins ROUTH

    and, Barbara Ann (SUMMERS) ROUTH.

  • James Frederick MARTIN

    and Eliza Jane (LOWMILLER, PLANK or FLANK) MARTIN



    Elda was married on 11 July 1929 in Monroe County, Indiana
    to Clarence Noble EDDLEMAN.



    Elda and Clarence's three children were:
  • Winifred Jean (EDDLEMAN) HICKMAN (Born 1930 in Indiana. Married 1948 in Indiana to Harold Ellsworth Hickman. Winifred died 24 August 1996 at her home in Bloomington, Monroe County, Indiana.)

  • Janice Sue (EDDLEMAN) WELLMAN (Born 1932 in Indiana. Married 1953 in Indiana to Samuel Eugene Wellman.)

  • Elizabeth Ann ((EDDLEMAN) HAZEL (Born 1935 in Indiana. Married 1954 in Indiana to Carl Morris Hazel.)







STROLLING THROUGH THE YESTERYEARS

Many of our winters have been harsh
and so endlessly long
But finally Spring makes her debut
with the birds of sweet song!

They begin migrating from the South
And it takes much longer than a week
for them to come to our valley
a nesting place to seek

Six birdhouses we had stationed
here and there on our land.
All were different sizes and shapes.
Some hung but others were on a stand.

Each house was a 'beehive'
leaving no more apartments to lease.
And to the winnowing birds I'd say,
'Perching room only please.'

Oh, what a thrill when green lances
began inching up, from a 'pip' to quite tall
from the Daffodil bulbs
that we planted every fall.

Then the Crocus began bloomington,
always so cheery to see.
I always wished that the whole world
could enjoy them with me

Then, our acre began greening
and quickly became lush
with a thick carper of green
that lent a soft hush.

Our beautiful perenial bed
was ever our job and our pride
as it filled full of blooms
so high and so wide.

From quite early in the season
on through to late fall,
it's plants kept on blooming
and proudly stayed so stately and tall.

When the Pussywillow was furry
(a gift from a friend),
such a vision of loveliness
I'll remember to life's end.

We were amazed when our sweet-scented Hyacinths
began emerging while it was still snowing.
Daily we watched their struggle to be reborn,
so thrilling to see them literally growing.

Then, there were the 'pert' pips of the Tulips
determinedly contesting in the race
with all the other Spring flowers
that were already showing their face.

The Rose is the queen of all flowers --
It has always been known to be.
And, after having lived in their midst so long,
I would not be one to disagree.

A signt I'll never forget,
In an early Summer dawn here,
were my dew-drenched Roses, a vision of beauty,
that filled my heart with a special kind of cheer.

New Pink Dawn was the name of the Roses
that graced the posts where the ol' swing swayed.
It was a holding from the past
and a reminder of memorable days.

That New Pink Dawn I so adored.
It's waxy foliage won my favor.
And, how I loved it's sweet fragrance
as so often I took the time to savor.

Spiraea gives a truly 'bridal' look
to our yard when Spring is new.
And I never tire of looking
at this special, lovely view.

Everyone should have flowers,
if only a few.
For they bless one so greatly.
They honestly do.

-- Elda Elizabeth (Routh) Eddleman








HAPPY MEMORIES FROM DAYS OF MY YOUTH

that April in Indiana
had Paris beat by far,
for this sweet little 'nosegay' month
kept our wagon hitched to a star.

So, April is ever a reminder of my roots,
left in a familiar place known as home.
And such endearing ties will 'ere remain
no matter where I'll chance to roam.

Often my thoughts tread the path to the school
that set high on a windy hill.
Just a two-roomed building, but it served us well,
as we learned to read, write, count and spell.

I remember when books took up right after noon,
how our teacher would stand and read a 'spell.'
And we'd always beg him to read on and on,
for he could read so wonderfully well.

I'll never forget the 'box and pie socials"
and the sheet that hung 'like so,'
behind which we 'puppy-love-struck' girls
giggling, 'shadow-graphed' for a beau!

Oh, such deluxe pies, so supurb.
Luscious wedges to remember.
I could never forget such times of job.
I'm pretty sure the first social was in September?

I remember it was five or ten cents
that it cost to cast a line,
in the corner fish pond,
for a trinket of some kind.

Oh, those spelling and cyphering matches,
dramatic, suspence-filled, such high times of glee.
I recall often being downed on a simple word,
but cyphering was my 'cup of tea.'

I often recall, too, our community togetherness,
like one big family much were we --
How we'd often gather at some creek
to enjoy a frolicking merry spree.

I can't remember anyone being able to swim,
but we 'mud-crawled' and splashed water on no matter who,
while our dear mothers sand the the creek's bank
resting and enjoying some time out, too.

Numerous homes were happy hang-outs
for all we young folks 'round Stanford way.
Of all the joys we shared, the candy-making times
are the best remembered to this day.

I could never forget Lucy who came on Friday afternoons,
ladened with a basket of goodies for us to eat.
And for we always-hungry pupils,
this was always a wonderful treat.

Lucy was our teacher's wife, and such a lovely lady.
Always a welcome sight was she,
as she made Friday afternoons special
when she appeared every Friday around three.

From my store-bin of memories I've enjoyed sharing
thoughts of my youth long tucked away.
But now I must close the door to those yesteryears,
until I choose to reminisce again some day.

-- Elda Elizabeth (Routh) Eddleman













Other people in our circle of family and friends also have some wonderful recipes. Check it out at

Other Favorite Party Food
Other Favorite Main Courses
Other Favorite Breads
Other Favorite Side Dishes
Other Favorite Deserts

And here's a site I found that has ShooFly pie
and other Pennsylvania Dutch treats -
Pam's Pennsylvania Dutch Recipes








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