Rose Frances Powers
Rose Frances Powers was the third born to John Byron Powers and Anna May Evans.
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Name: Rose Frances Powers
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1st Husband: Wayne Tupling
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Notes 2nd Husband:
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2nd Husband: Tracy Smart
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Children: Amanda Tupling ( ); Thomas “TJ” Tupling ( ); Tyler Tupling ( )
ROSE FRANCES POWERS TUPLING
William Houston Powers, I believe, was my great grandfather, although this is the first time I have heard the name. My father is John Byron Powers, the youngest of Charles Powers six children. Growing up, we heard stories that we were of Cherokee heritage, but no one would talk about it. Growing up was wonderful. We lived next door to my uncle, Marvin Virgil Powers and his family in Tigard, Oregon. We cousins were the best of friends, and my aunt Margaret was the best cook in town. When I was a teenage, my family moved to a town about an hours drive away. My parents also purchased a beach home at Pacific City, Oregon. In 1976 my family moved to the beach permanently. It wasn’t long after that we were fortunate to have another uncle, Kenneth Powers, and his family move to the same town. We became very close to the members of my father’s family who we were privileged to know. However, I am the only child in the family who never got to go to Oklahoma, so I never got the chance to meet some of my father’s brothers and his sisters. I was saddened that my uncle Charles passed away without me ever having known him. Also envied my sisters who got to meet everyone in Oklahoma, including my aunt Mary (my dad’s only sister) who lived in Colorado at the time. I understand she now lives in Oklahoma.
I was the third child born to John and Anna Powers. At the time of my birth (December 10, 1959), my father was in the Navy and was based at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. We were stationed there until I was about four years old. From there we went to California, and then to Washington state where my sister Ida was born. I believe Ida was just a toddler when we moved in with my uncle Marvin and aunt Margaret. Dad was building our home just one house away. As I mentioned before, my childhood was blessed by that move. Growing up was a story all by itself. We were the Powers gang, full of adventure, travel, and imagination to the max. How I treasure those days. When we moved, it was a hard adjustment, especially for me, having lived in Tigard all my life where I had friends and a boyfriend. To make a long story short, I dropped out of school half-way through eleventh grade (I thought I’d get my GED during the summer, no sweat. But summer came and went and I never got my GED. The school said I would have to take eleventh grade over, and of course I said no way!) That’s where Mansfield comes in. My uncle Gene from my mother’s side told me (jokingly) that if I was his daughter, he would whip me every day, to and from school. Well, I took him seriously, called him up, and moved in with him and my aunt Lydia. Uncle Gene knew how I felt about going back to school as a junior, so he arranged with the school board to talk half of my junior year and my senior year at the same time. It was hard, but I graduated in June 1978. During my senior year I went out with Wayne. I’d known Wayne since he was about eight years old from the many times our family had visited Mansfield. I went home to Oregon for about a year and came back to Mansfield in April of 1979. Wayne and I went to Nevada and got married. We had our first child in 1980 and our second child in 1981. Life went fast for me those four years. Jackie, my little sister, married my brother-in-law. It has been nice having her live in the same town. Actually, she lived next door until two years ago when she moved into a ranch house outside of town. In 1988 Wayne and I had our third child, Cassidy. Jackie had her second child (Mikki) exactly two months later to the day. I told you we were a close family. Jackie and I work together and carpool. My other. (REST OF THE INFORMATION IS MISSING IN THE COPY I HAVE)
(From Powers Family Book compiled by Georgia Powers Jennings)
William Houston Powers, I believe, was my great grandfather, although this is the first time I have heard the name. My father is John Byron Powers, the youngest of Charles Powers six children. Growing up, we heard stories that we were of Cherokee heritage, but no one would talk about it. Growing up was wonderful. We lived next door to my uncle, Marvin Virgil Powers and his family in Tigard, Oregon. We cousins were the best of friends, and my aunt Margaret was the best cook in town. When I was a teenage, my family moved to a town about an hours drive away. My parents also purchased a beach home at Pacific City, Oregon. In 1976 my family moved to the beach permanently. It wasn’t long after that we were fortunate to have another uncle, Kenneth Powers, and his family move to the same town. We became very close to the members of my father’s family who we were privileged to know. However, I am the only child in the family who never got to go to Oklahoma, so I never got the chance to meet some of my father’s brothers and his sisters. I was saddened that my uncle Charles passed away without me ever having known him. Also envied my sisters who got to meet everyone in Oklahoma, including my aunt Mary (my dad’s only sister) who lived in Colorado at the time. I understand she now lives in Oklahoma.
I was the third child born to John and Anna Powers. At the time of my birth (December 10, 1959), my father was in the Navy and was based at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. We were stationed there until I was about four years old. From there we went to California, and then to Washington state where my sister Ida was born. I believe Ida was just a toddler when we moved in with my uncle Marvin and aunt Margaret. Dad was building our home just one house away. As I mentioned before, my childhood was blessed by that move. Growing up was a story all by itself. We were the Powers gang, full of adventure, travel, and imagination to the max. How I treasure those days. When we moved, it was a hard adjustment, especially for me, having lived in Tigard all my life where I had friends and a boyfriend. To make a long story short, I dropped out of school half-way through eleventh grade (I thought I’d get my GED during the summer, no sweat. But summer came and went and I never got my GED. The school said I would have to take eleventh grade over, and of course I said no way!) That’s where Mansfield comes in. My uncle Gene from my mother’s side told me (jokingly) that if I was his daughter, he would whip me every day, to and from school. Well, I took him seriously, called him up, and moved in with him and my aunt Lydia. Uncle Gene knew how I felt about going back to school as a junior, so he arranged with the school board to talk half of my junior year and my senior year at the same time. It was hard, but I graduated in June 1978. During my senior year I went out with Wayne. I’d known Wayne since he was about eight years old from the many times our family had visited Mansfield. I went home to Oregon for about a year and came back to Mansfield in April of 1979. Wayne and I went to Nevada and got married. We had our first child in 1980 and our second child in 1981. Life went fast for me those four years. Jackie, my little sister, married my brother-in-law. It has been nice having her live in the same town. Actually, she lived next door until two years ago when she moved into a ranch house outside of town. In 1988 Wayne and I had our third child, Cassidy. Jackie had her second child (Mikki) exactly two months later to the day. I told you we were a close family. Jackie and I work together and carpool. My other. (REST OF THE INFORMATION IS MISSING IN THE COPY I HAVE)
(From Powers Family Book compiled by Georgia Powers Jennings)