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     Nina Basel was born circa 1919 at Tymochtee Twp., Wyandot Co., OH.¹ She was the daughter of Harry Basel and Emma (?)¹

     Philip Basel was born in January 1848 at Germany. He married Harriet Sprau, daughter of Adam Sprau and Caroline Burgderfer, circa 1882.¹ Philip Basel died on 17 January 1929 at Seneca Co., OH. He was buried in January 1929 at Bethel Cemetery, Tiffin, Seneca Co., OH.

     Claire H. Basford was born circa 1878 at Mt. Vernon, Jefferson Co., IL. She married Lucius Judson Brumbach, son of Samuel Judson Brumbach and Mary Lavina Perry, on 14 June 1899.

     Blanche Bash was the daughter of Mary Hull.

     John Bash married Mary Welty, daughter of Abraham Welty and Sally Beery, on 1 September 1868.

     Mary Bertha Bash was born. She was the daughter of John Bash and Mary Welty.

     Anna Bashor was born on 4 May 1808 at Pennsylvania. She married David Garst on 28 July 1841. Anna Bashor died on 29 May 1895 at age 87.

     Susanna Bashor was born on 15 February 1872 at Tennessee.¹ She married Emory N. Bacon, son of Martin K. Bacon and Sarah A. Short, on 2 October 1892 at Washington Co., TN. Susanna Bashor died on 3 March 1922 at Washington Co., TN, at age 50. She was buried in March 1922 at Pleasant Valley Church of the Brethren Cemetery, Washington Co., TN, Find A Grave Memorial# 40808245.

     Anna Margaret Bashore was born in 1717 at Hurley, Ulster Co., NY. She was the daughter of Johann Jorg Boshaar and Mary Elizabeth Wennerich. Anna Margaret Bashore married Christian Lang, son of Christian Lang and (?), in 1738. Anna Margaret Bashore was buried in March 1794 at New Holland, Lancaster Co., PA. She died in March 1794 at Lancaster Co., PA.

     Anne Baskerville married William Lucas, son of John Lucas and Mary Ropeta.

     Sarah D. Basket was born in September 1852 at Tennessee.¹ She married Elbert Martin on 7 December 1869 at Washington Co., TN. Sarah D. Basket was buried at Pleasant Valley Church of the Brethren Cemetery, Washington Co., TN, Find A Grave Memorial# 53940068.

     Jesse Martin Baskett was born on 2 September 1867 at Henderson Co., KY.¹ He was the son of Martin Baskett and Mary C. Cooksey.¹ Jesse Martin Baskett married Rebecca Stites Gayle, daughter of George Gayle and Rosa E. Woodruff, on 20 November 1889 at Henderson Co., KY, no children. Jesse Martin Baskett died on 8 August 1915 at Henderson Co., KY, at age 47.

     Martin Baskett was born circa 1827 at Kentucky.¹ He married Mary C. Cooksey.¹

     Rachel A. Basley was born circa 1845 at Kentucky.¹ She married William Bush, son of Adonijah Bush and Elsie Tharp, on 12 October 1865 at Clinton Co., IN.¹

     Pauline Anna Basner was born on 1 November 1892 at Chicago, Cook Co., IL. She married Ernest Benjamin Harrison, son of Ernest Wyant Harrison and Liona Levisa Walbridge, on 18 August 1916 at Cook Co., IL.

     Ida Mae Bass was born on 29 April 1869 at Hartford City, Mason Co., WV. She married Thomas H. Bragg Jr., son of Thomas Hutchison Bragg and Margaret Buzzard, before April 1940. Ida Mae Bass died on 15 August 1944 at Cambridge, Guernsey Co., OH, at age 75.

     Archibald Leslie Bassett married Vera Vesta Starr, daughter of Moses Wesley Starr and Emma Alice Wellsher, on 27 August 1919.

     Paul Howard Bassett was born on 30 September 1916. He was the son of Roy Bassett and Katherine Miller. Paul Howard Bassett married Marianna Warner, daughter of George W. Warner and Blanche Catherine Linebaugh.

     Roy Bassett married Katherine Miller.

     Augusta Minerva Bast was also known as "Minnie".
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MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD ON A FARM
By Augusta Bast

I lived in the "Gay Nineties" or I might say I am living in that period now, for when the shadows of
evening fall, or in the quiet of the day, memories take one back to those happy childhood hours of long ago. We lived on a farm at the edge of a small town. Our home was a large two-story white frame house. There was a long veranda across the front upstairs and down. The old red honeysuckle in one corner of them reached almost to the roof of the house, and was filled with blossoms all summer, and in it the hummingbirds built their nests and flitted happily back and forth, the honeybees were also frequent visitors. There was a back porch with comfortable chairs on it, a brick walk in front leading to a side gate and across the walk from it, under an arbor covered with grape and madera vines was the well or cistern. The water was always icy cold, only in winter was it allowed to run into the well. Our home had large rooms and high ceilings as was customary in those days. There were four
bedrooms, parlor, "sitting room", dining room, maid's room, kitchen and two wide halls, the lower one from the front door to the back and in it stood the old Grandfather clock. There was a hall or breezeway we would call it today between kitchen and dining room. In the "sitting room" there was a fireplace always with a big fire in winter and by which we loved to spend our evenings often with company, sometimes just the family, but always there was plenty to entertain or amuse us until the "Old Clock on the Stair" struck the bedtime hour. There was no electricity in the country at that time. We used coal oil chandeliers and table lamps and some reflector lamps on the walls. There was always plenty of light in the house and lanterns were used in the stables. The surroundings were beautiful, a very large yard enclosed by a white picket fence, a brick walk led from the house to the "sty blocks", as they were called. There were steps across the front fence leading to a broad platform on top and, outside the yard, steps on either side of the platform which one went down to enter the carriage or buggy. From the top one mounted the horses for riding. There were hitching posts near by and a drive between two rows of large maple trees leading to a gate with two huge posts and opening on the "Big Road", the only excuse as a highway. It was adequate as we managed to drive where we pleased. The train service was excellent. Two trains east and two west stopped each day and a night train each way could be flagged and stopped, but the "Midnight Cannon Ball" went roaring through. On either side of the house were beautiful pastures, next to town the smaller one with shade trees and a large pond with boats on it, around the banks under the trees were rustic seats. I used to love to sit and watch the bull frogs jump in and out of the water and sing or croak, to me it was a delightful song. The other pasture some distance out and on the other side of the house seemed always filled with cattle, horses and mules, and way beyond were fields. Of course there were collie dogs, hunting dogs and terriers and cats galore tho they lived near the barns. There was a root house where vegetables were kept in winter, a wash house where the family laundry was done, a large ice house where the thick ice was cut from the pond in squares and stored in sawdust for summer use. A carriage house, stables, granary, wagon shed, cattle barn and smoke house where the meat was hung and smoked with hickory chips. The garden was back of the yard and back of it an orchard. There they grew melons too, and I might be often seen with a "yeast powder" can with holes punched in the top and filled with salt and pepper eating the luscious cantaloupes. This amused my father who no doubt spoiled me and I wanted to follow him wherever he might be working, thinking I was a great help to him. There was an office building in the rear yard with a fireplace, desk and chairs in it. My grandfather was a Dr. and he used this as his office and a place to store coffee by the gunny sack, sugar by the barrel and old New Orleans molasses by the keg which was a must in our family, tho we always had sorghum from the sorghum mill nearby and often there was a large bunch of bananas hanging from the ceiling. Flour, meal and brown sugar were kept in a large pantry off the kitchen, as was peach leather they made and served in small strips. Like most homes in those days there was plenty of help. My grandfather gave a farm to a slave who would not leave him during or after the War Between the States. His daughters and granddaughters and my old nurse Ginnie were my mother's constant helpers. My parents were "Massa and Missus" to the old man and I think the love and respect was mutual. It was a happy time when I was taken to eat some of old Aunt Becky's blackberry pie, made of berries picked near her home. I had no sisters, but one brother many years older than I, a brilliant and highly educated young man. In vacation time we were surrounded with his friends. How I used to sit and watch the beautiful young girls and their escorts going to parties or being entertained and I would put on long dresses of my mother's as girls do today and when I was sent to bed, I would creep down to the top landing of the stairs and watch the party and wish I were grown up too. Often there was music, violin, piano and singing. I was permitted to stay up and sometimes asked to say a speech which I did without the least insistence and in no uncertain tone of voice. Company was a joy in those days, tho sometimes they stayed a month or more. All one had to do was go to the smoke house and get down a big ham or some kind of meat or out to the chicken coup and get chickens. The darkies were as happy over company as we were and proud to prepare a big meal. There was always a supply of hop yeast on hand. A large wooden tray of biscuit dough and fried chicken for breakfast was not unusual. Green coffee, parched in the kitchen oven and ground in an iron coffee mill, boiled in a tin coffee kettle, was served from a silver coffee pot by my mother at the table. Tho the town was small, many noted men visited there. The preachers were always entertained in our house, the large family bible was on a marble top table in the hall as was the silver water pitcher and goblet. When a preacher spent the night, in the morning all the household was called to the sitting room for bible reading and prayers. Sometimes the service was rather long and as I did not always conduct myself properly, I was excused from attending for a time. I can not think now but that I was the only one to enjoy thrashing time for the wheat and oats, but the engine and the big separator fascinated me and I would go and climb on the big post and watch for them to come, and beg until they let me go, just once, to see the thrashing. It was decided my first schooling should be in the home. The teacher they engaged was a woman known to my mother and her sister. They considered themselves very fortunate to procure her, but I was not told or did not pay much attention to any of this and when she came I took one long look at her, my mother called it staring, she always had said ladies did not stare, but no one but Ginnie ever said I was a lady anyway. My impression was she was red-headed, pigeon-toed and shrunken, that look was enough. I left the room to hunt Ginnie who always cautioned me to keep away from "Po white trash", tho I had never seen anyone I thought was "Po white trash", and log cabins, to me, were the most beautiful houses. I found Ginnie and told her to go look in the sitting room cause there was a Po White trash in there sure. But she said, "no chile, that lady is 'hi tone' and educated, you must be nice to her, she is going to teach you." I could not take this even from Ginnie, whom I loved dearly. I filled my pocket with cookies, called Frisky, my little black terrier, and went down to the pond to meditate. I decided I would not go to school at all, what was the use, my father knew everything and he could tell me all I wanted to know. I would not even go to the house to supper. The thought of fried chicken did not interest me too much, bit the good old apple dumplings in the oven, and the rich sauce to go over them, was too great a temptation, so Frisky and I went back. I sat at the table by my father and turned my head away. No one paid any attention to me, and soon I was listening spell bound to Miss Eliza tell of countries she had visited and many interesting experiences. I forgot all about her looks, which of course were not too bad. Soon her kindly manner won me over completely. She was a writer, and to this day I think my love of poetry was instilled in me in the year she was with us. I even wrote a poem which was published, not because of the merit of the poem, but because with my father and my dog, I was a frequent visitor in the town and I am sure they did it to make me happy. I have long since lost the poem and only remember a verse or two, which went like this:

"Fairest little violets
I their beauty shine
Filling all the air around
With fragrance sweet and fine."

I am sure now, only through kindness, was it put in the little town paper, not so then, I really thought I was a poetess. I had a small Shetland pony I used to ride to town too, and one of the merchants would encourage me to ride in his store, and he would give us both candy. My pony soon learned and when I tried to ride past the store going to my uncle's she would turn in there in spite of my feeble efforts to control her. Our Christmases were joyous times, always a big X-mas dinner. Turkey, and on the table two large compotes of ambrosia, a mountain cake, which was my mother's highly prized recipe, sat on an old cake stand, candy, nuts and fruit almost everywhere and cakes too numerous to be all cut at once, always two fruit cakes, my father's best liked many layered jelly cake, pound cake and a cream cake which was my brother's favorite. There was always company at dinner and in the evening all the X-mas holidays were spent either at someone else's home to a big dinner, or friends and relatives with us. In January the snows piled high and so cold we did not see too much of our neighbors, tho one uncle managed to come on horseback no matter how deep the snow. His horse was taken by the darkey boy and stabled and fed, and I do remember one person who used to ride in with saddle bags on his saddle, but at times there was good skating on the ponds, and sled and sleigh rides. And in the warm sunny days in February we would hear the hens cackling in the chicken yard and would go out and get the nice fresh eggs. The whistling winds of March were yet to come, but spring was on the way, and the little flowers began to pop up here and there in the yard. Before long the cherry, plum, peach and all the fruit trees were in bloom and soon another glorious summer had come.

She was born on 13 January 1878 at Montgomery Co., MO. She was the daughter of Charles Anderson Bast and Frances Louise DaVault. Augusta Minerva Bast married David Clarence Davis on 2 September 1897. Augusta Minerva Bast lived at Mexico, Audrain Co., MO. She died on 11 January 1978 at Mexico, Audrain Co., CA, at age 99.

     Charles Anderson Bast was born on 25 February 1850 at Montgomery Co., MO. He was the son of George Bast and Sophia Jacobs. Charles Anderson Bast married Frances Louise DaVault, daughter of Peter DaVault and Mary Virginia Hoss, on 18 May 1870 at New Florence, Montgomery Co., MO.
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Letter from Charles to his mother:

Kansas City Mo Mar 16th 1877
Mrs. Sophia Bast
New Florence Mo.
Dear Mother
I have been thinking of writing to you some time but have not done so. We send you one silk H'd'f'k, one silk scarf, one pair stocking supporters also H'd'fK. Box I promised you when there. And two silk Handkerchiefs for Father. Would have sent them sooner but could not get the supporters for the box until now. Could not get them large enough and Lou pieced them for you hope they will answer as the best she could get here. Geo. says to all you he has a nice large yard to play in and he can play croquet. He has a little bed in which he sleeps by himself he is very proud to think he is such a man. I do not know how long we will stay here am thinking of going to some other town probably will go to Glasgow, Mo. I suppose you have certainly heard of Uncle Rodney's death before this I was much surprised to hear of it as I did not know he was sick that is more than usual. Have you seen Aunt Kittie lately? How is she getting along would like to see her tell her to write to me as as I wrote to her last. Lou, Geo. & Son send love to you & Father.
I am your Son
C. A. Bast.

Charles Anderson Bast died on 13 April 1931 at Mexico, Audrain Co., MO, at age 81

Intelligence, Mexico, Missouri, April 14,1931
C. A. BAST, 81, DIES MONDAY AT HIS HOME
Funeral for Prominent Mexico Resident Will Be at Home Here at 1 P. M. Wednesday.
Charles Anderson Bast, 81-year-old Mexico resident, died at 5:30 p.m. Monday at his home at 1215 South Jefferson Street, after a three years illness. Mr. Bast's condition became serious about a week ago and his death was not unexpected.
Mr. Bast was born in Montgomery County February 25, 1850, the son of Dr. George Y. Bast of Kentucky and Mrs. Sophia Jacobs Bast of Virginia. He was married May 18, 1870, to Miss Frances Louise Davault of near New Florence. Mr. and Mrs. Bast moved to Mexico almost 40 years ago to reside, and had lived for the past 31 years in the Bast home on South Jefferson street which they built in 1900. He retired from active business life a number of years ago. Surviving Mr. Bast are his widow, a daughter, Mrs. George Kemp of Mexico; a son George Y. Bast of Kissimmee, Fla; 4 grandchildren, George Y. Bast, Jr., of Kansas City, Mrs. Angus Adams of Portsmouth, O., Kenneth Davis of Oklahoma City and Bast Davis of Chicago; and 4 great grandchildren, Jane Louise Bast of Mexico, Rosemary Adams of Portsmouth, and Donald and Shirley Margaret Bast of Chicago. Mr. Bast was a member of the Mexico Methodist Church, serving as a member of the Board of Trustees.
Funeral services will be held at 1 p. m. Wednesday at the home with the Reverend Robin Gould, officiating. Interment will be made at New Florence.

OBITUARY #2
BAST SERVICES HELD AT HOME
Services for C. A. Bast, who died Monday at his home at 1215 South Jefferson street here, were conducted at 1 p. m. Wednesday at the home by Reverend Robin Gould, pastor of the Mexico Methodist Church. The body was then taken to New Florence for interment. The honorary pallbearers were R. M. White, George Lee, Sam Evans, A. P. Green, S. P. Emmons, J. G. Lakenan, George Marshall, Dr. N. R. Rodes, G. A. Boyd, Will Vivian, M. T. Vandergrift and Oscar Martin. The active pallbearers: W. C. Blattner, Harper Van Ness, Thurman Stallings, Frank Hollingsworth, G. N. Melson and J. C. King. Among those here from out of town for the services were Bast Davis of Chicago, Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Davis of Oklahoma City, Mrs. Mose Lavender, Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Davault and John Knox of New Florence, George Y. Bast of Kissimmee, Fla., and George Y. Bast, Jr., of Kansas City. Music by a quartette composed of Ben N. Locke ... Lester Miller ... was included in the service.


He was buried in April 1931 at New Florence Cemetery, New Florence, Montgomery Co., MO.

     George Bast married Sophia Jacobs.

     George Youse Bast was born on 3 April 1871 at Danville, Montgomery Co., MO. He was the son of Charles Anderson Bast and Frances Louise DaVault. George Youse Bast married Lillian Marvin Wilson, daughter of Benjamin Wilson and Mary McClure, in November 1892. George Youse Bast married Emily Goedecke on 25 December 1899 at Hermann, Gasconade Co., MO.
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Newspaper Article

Mr. G. Y. Bast, owner of the Electric Light Plant at Vandalia, had the misfortune to have a pleasure boat burned at Louisiana the 8th. Mr. Bast had constructed the boat himself and had taken considerable pains in perfecting every arrangement, the engine and every detail of mechanical work being his own. In company with his cousin, A. F. Davault (this is Aylett French Davault), he took the boat to Louisiana to make its trial trip on the Mississippi. Gasoline was used in the engine, and unfortunately some had been spilt in the boat. The boat was launched and moved over the water like a duck. After it had reached mid-stream and gone up the River a short distance, the vapor from the gasoline spilt in the boat ignited and the flames around the engine soon developed. The gas and the boiler soon subjected to a pressure of 250 pounds to the square inch, the safety valve blew off, and the several hundred who had watched the proceedings from the bank thought the engine was "busted." The efforts of the boys to extinguish the fire was fruitless and they took to the water. In the meantime, several gallons of gasoline stored away in the boat for use had exploded. After a desperate fight with fire and flames they were rescued by a skiff. Davault says it's bad enough to fight for life in water alone, but that to have to swim through fire and water was more than he bargained for. While the boat was destroyed for use it did not sink and the machinery was all saved. Mr. Bast has built several boats and he says he will yet build and run the handsomest boat on the Mississippi.

George Youse Bast died on 25 May 1935 at Kissimmee, Osceola Co., FL, at age 64. He was buried in 1935 at New Pickett Cemetery, St. Louis, MO.

     George Youse Bast was born on 3 December 1893 at Vandalia, Audrain Co., MO. He was the son of George Youse Bast and Lillian Marvin Wilson. George Youse Bast married Frances Russell Haley circa 1920. George Youse Bast married Margaret Carroll, daughter of Noble Carroll and Lottie Scarff, on 14 June 1945. George Youse Bast died on 4 January 1969 at Kissimmee, Osceola Co., FL, at age 75. He was buried in January 1969 at Rose Hill Cemetery, Kissimmee, Osceola Co., FL.

     May Vaurine Bast was born in September 1897 at St. Louis (probably), MO.¹ She was the daughter of George Youse Bast and Lillian Marvin Wilson.

     Bast died on 22 June 1925 at Louisiana, Pike Co., MO. He was born on 22 June 1925 at Louisiana, Pike Co., MO. He was the son of George Youse Bast and Frances Russell Haley. Bast was buried at Rose Hill Cemetery, Kissimmee, Osceola Co., FL, orginally buried in Missouri, later reinterred in Florida.

     Mary Eliza Basye married Henry Floyd Burns, son of Robert Burns and Mary Jane Johnson, on 24 September 1921.

     Cheryl Diane Batch was born on 25 October 1950 at Zanesville, Muskingum Co., OH. She died on 22 February 1980 at Alexandria, VA, at age 29.

     Peter Batchelder married Jeriah A. Riddle, daughter of James Riddle and Ruth Gilmore, on 1 August 1858 at Augusta Co., VA.

     Della Estrella Batdorf was born on 12 April 1893 at St. Paris, Champaign Co., OH.¹ She was the daughter of Edward L. Batdorf and Laura Luella Blackford.¹ Della Estrella Batdorf married Guy Stottlemyer, son of Bradley Irvin Stottlemyer and Alice Celesta Cost, on 13 October 1908 at Champaign Co., OH. Della Estrella Batdorf died on 7 February 1964 at Pontiac, Oakland Co., MI, at age 70.