Lee George Grasham

GRASHAM, HUBBARD

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Date: 1/12/2019 at 16:57:32

Wapello Republican, October 17, 1935, page 8

A telegram to Maurice Grasham Monday morning that Lee George Grasham had died last Sunday, October 13, of pneumonia, at his home at Otis, Oregon, a suburb of Portland. No further particulars are known at this writing.

He leaves to mourn, his wife, one uncle, George Grasham and family of Harrison, a twin sister of the above, Anna Grasham Hubbard and family, of Siloam, Ark., and aunt, Sadie Grasham and family, of Wapello, and a host of friends at any place he was ever known.

The writer has known all of the Grashams from the grandfather, George Grasham, on down to the present day. Since 1870 Lee George followed his father and grandfather in love for machinery, taking to gas and steam engines, and when he was only six years old sat in the cab of steam engine with his hand on the throttle, and run that engine to grind all the cane for his father and Dan Grasham to make molasses. He went on and on, until he became a master of his love, until a millionaire firm got hold of him and took him down south on a bay in Louisiana on a fat salary to set up a string of barges equipped with engines and sand pumps, some months later, after he had schooled men to take his place in the south, he was sent to Portland, where he established another outfit for the same firm, relinquishing that job, he built a fine home in Otis, where he prepared to take life easy and just rent boats to sportsmen.

Our subject was a man in every sense of the word. We have known him to refuse a good job because it would take it away from other people. He was honest and upright, prompt and reliable. His word as good a gilt edged bond, as the following list of men who are alive will vouch for who chummed and belonged to the same club 30 years ago: Vail Thompson, Joiner Owens, George Owens, Dennis Price, Joe Price, Ed Merrick, Henry Schwob, Walter Schwob, Lester Hale, Charles Hoag, Milton Hunter, Frank Story and Ben Wilson.

Peace to the ashes of the man who honored and respected old men like myself, as well as the young. A lovely letter was received from him recently.--F. I Pemble