Alice was married to William Wetmore, who was four years her junior. William and Alice met in 1921 when his family moved next door to her family in Latrobe. The date of their marriage was 16 November 1922, at Holy Family Church. Their first child, William, Jr. (Bill), was born in 1923, followed by their second child, Henry, in 1925. The second half of their four children were girls, Bertha and Mildred. While things at home could be very tough because of her husband's often authoritarian personality and behavior, she managed to keep everything going smoothly in both the good times and the bad. Even though the family sometimes had a hard time making ends meet during the Depression, she never turned away any beggars who came to her doorstep for a meal. Alice and her family lived in the Mechesneytown area of Latrobe, PA, and were parishioners at Holy Family Church. Alice, who was a homemaker, sent her four children to Catholic school until they reached junior high school. Both of her sons served during World War II.
Though she passed away when I was not quite two and a half years old and I only have very very vague memories of her, I've been told that my great-grandma Alice had great affection for me in the short time I was able to spend with her because I would often sit beside her on the davenport quietly, instead of running around the house or making a lot of noise like toddlers are wont to do. One of my favorite photographs is of the two of us sitting next to one another on the davenport in my (paternal) grandmother's living room, both of us reading magazines, when I was about two years old. I was her first great-grandchild. My grandmother, her daughter, lovingly remembers her as a very good woman and understanding person who never said a mean cruel word or hurt anybody, someone who taught her to value her faith in God because God had helped them through some very tough times during the Great Depression, and that she was just as wonderful of a grandmother as she was a mother. I wish I could have known her longer and that she could have had more time to be a wonderful great-grandmother.
Alice was married to William Wetmore, who was four years her junior. William and Alice met in 1921 when his family moved next door to her family in Latrobe. The date of their marriage was 16 November 1922, at Holy Family Church. Their first child, William, Jr. (Bill), was born in 1923, followed by their second child, Henry, in 1925. The second half of their four children were girls, Bertha and Mildred. While things at home could be very tough because of her husband's often authoritarian personality and behavior, she managed to keep everything going smoothly in both the good times and the bad. Even though the family sometimes had a hard time making ends meet during the Depression, she never turned away any beggars who came to her doorstep for a meal. Alice and her family lived in the Mechesneytown area of Latrobe, PA, and were parishioners at Holy Family Church. Alice, who was a homemaker, sent her four children to Catholic school until they reached junior high school. Both of her sons served during World War II.
Though she passed away when I was not quite two and a half years old and I only have very very vague memories of her, I've been told that my great-grandma Alice had great affection for me in the short time I was able to spend with her because I would often sit beside her on the davenport quietly, instead of running around the house or making a lot of noise like toddlers are wont to do. One of my favorite photographs is of the two of us sitting next to one another on the davenport in my (paternal) grandmother's living room, both of us reading magazines, when I was about two years old. I was her first great-grandchild. My grandmother, her daughter, lovingly remembers her as a very good woman and understanding person who never said a mean cruel word or hurt anybody, someone who taught her to value her faith in God because God had helped them through some very tough times during the Great Depression, and that she was just as wonderful of a grandmother as she was a mother. I wish I could have known her longer and that she could have had more time to be a wonderful great-grandmother.