NINTH GENERATION

2878. Elias J. Thorne was born on 13 Jan 1873 in Zearing, Story, IA. He died on 18 May 1950 in Eugene, Lane Co, OR. He was buried about 20 May 1950 in Eugene, Lane Co, OR. He was Quaker. According to Ivy Thorne-Wicker, Elias' daughter, her Dad said his middle initial J., was for a Family name. That name was JESSUP. Margaretta's Grandfather Richard Williams, had a sister named Ann Williams who married Thomas Jessup, son of Thomas Jessup.

Elias J. Thorne was nicknamed SLIM, as was HIS son, Elias. Elias was slender, lean & wiry. His height was 5 ft 8 inches. His physique seems to be typical of many Thornes, past & present.

He was married to Nellie K. Kimbrell (daughter of John W. Kimbrell and Joanna) on 30 Nov 1905 in Pendleton, Umatilla County, OR. Nellie K. Kimbrell was born on 20 Mar 1880 in Union or North Powder, OR. She died on 19 May 1950 in Eugene, Lane Co, OR. She was buried in Eugene, Lane Co, OR. Nellie Kimbrell-Thorne was a very attractive woman having long dark hair with dark brown eyes. Elias J. Thorne and Nellie K. Kimbrell had the following children:

+3728 i. Elias Geary Thorne.
+3729 ii. Vernon Williams Thorne.
+3730 iii. John Kimbrell Thorne.
+3731 iv. Stella Mary Thorne.
3732 v. Carl Aubert Thorne died on 18 Dec 1000 in Eugene, Lane Co, OR. He was born on 6 Dec 1915 in Eastern, OR. He was buried in Portland, OR. Buried Veterans Cemetery in Portland, OR. Carl A.Thorne served in the USMC during WW II. He saw action at Guadalcanal, Tulagi, Tarawa & Saipan. He was severely wounded by shrapnel on Saipan & spent a long time convalescing in the US. On Tulagi, Carl was secreted away observing & reporting on enemy troop/ship movements. After the War He was involved with tree falling for lumber companies. He was injured in a car accident & spent the remaining 18 years of his life in a Veterans Hospital in Portland, OR.

A friend of Carl's after his death wrote the following poem regarding him:

CARL THORNE

This man I remember, his last name was Thorne. One of the best damn loggers that was ever born.

His first name was Carl, a dear friend to me; He seemed to be happiest when cutting a tree.

He was real clever where he made them fall, Picking the spots, no trouble at all.

He kept his saw sharp like a died in the wool cutter, Melt through those logs like going through butter.

I worked with this man, so honest and strong. "Somewhere in the woods", he said, "I belong."

We'd go to our job, our duties to share. No worries about production for Carl would be there.

He always worked alone to complete his day. Any other cutters just got in his way.

Now this one winter, I'll mention no names, We shot seven deer for (neighbors) hunger pains.

Another time out of season, Carl shot a deer. Bob Steele drove up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Carl had seen him coming and opened the hood Like something was wrong, that's where he stood.

"I had to go and pulled over to park. When I was done, my truck wouldn't start."

"Would you give me a push?" The cop pulled in behind, Our bumpers touched. You know what Carl had in mind.

His truck started and as he pulled away, Maybe a ticket some other day.

Carl returned later after getting rid of the heat. Bob Steele still wondering, Carl had venison to eat.

My hat is off to Carl the man, And this verse is dedicated to his brother Dan.

Jack C. Pearce 03-01-90
+3733 vi. Ivy Flossie Thorne.
+3734 vii. Daniel Norman Thorne.