Catherine Jorges

Catherine Jorges was born in July of 1853 to Johan Heinrich Jores and Anna Catharine Vogtmann. She was the fourth of twelve children. From an obituary of Catherine Culb: Inconspicuous Motherhood -- excellent and most appropriate sentiment at the obsequies of the late Mrs. Catherine Culb, and as most tellingly presented by the Reverent T. Parry Jones who essentially presided at eh service and funeral. She had been a resident of this community for over 50 years, where her ten children have been born, and all grown to creditable maturity and where it has been emphatically demonstrated that her idea of true motherhood was home and child training, and was motherhood's first duty, and she has well demonstrated that admirable characteristic. Quiet, retiring and inconspicuous in home life, yet with an intellect overflowing with common sense, she had passed nearly sixty of her eighty long years closely among us; rearing a large family, all of whom are a great credit to their united parentage, neither of whom were afraid of honest toil, and all demonstrating a type of character needing no police restraint. Memories of Catherine Culb, by her grand daughter Ionia Dale Culp. I used to go and stay with Grandma, and we would do things. She liked to play cards, and she always liked to win. Some summers the Holy Jumpers would come and put up a tent to hold their meetings. Grandma would take me over. I really enjoyed watching them, and they always had a good service. Lots of the towns people attended. There was an opera house in Oregon that showed movies once in awhile, and we would go there sometimes. Someone played the organ to go along with the movie. Sometimes it was Maggie Thompson, and that was Hazel Lalor's sister. If someone wanted Grandma to go somewhere, she would always say, "I'll have to put on a clean apron." I always remembered her wearing an apron. She was a good cook, and she liked to bake. When the church had dinners, she would always help. When she got older, she would come and stay with us for a few days. She would sit and rock and sleep. We would say, "Grandma, did you have a nice sleep? and she would say, "I was just resting my eyes." She and mom would make noodles when they were having chicken on Sunday. They would roll them out and we would put newspaper over the chairs and put the big sheets of noodles to dry over them. Then you would roll them out and cut them. She died when I was in high school -- 1932. I missed her as I always liked to visit with her.