Bible Records – The Coates Family

I am such a bad genealogist. Better than I used to be. But still not so good at keeping notes on everything I acquire. I’m excusing myself on this one because it was before I knew better.

I received these copies of pages from a Coates family Bible from someone at sometime. My Aunt Wilma may have sent them to me. I don’t know who has the Bible or when the copies were made. If you know something I don’t, please fill me in.

Coates Family Bible - Births Page

Coates Family Bible - Marriages Page


Coates Family Bible - Deaths Page



Born to Joseph & Mary Coates
Carl Coates                    August 20th 1892
John William Coates      Aug 4th 1894
Joseph Robert Coates   Aug 28th 1896
Amelia May Coates        January 14th 1899
Evelina Coates               February 15th 1901
Blanche Coates              April 12, 1903
Marjorie Coates              June 19, 1906
Beernard Coates             April 15, 1908
Leonard Coates              March 27, 1910
Nellie Coates                  February 3, 1912
Richard Faye Coates      Nov. 27, 1932


John Coates & Ellenor Richardson
on December 30th 1862 at Low Willington Co Durham England
Joseph Coates & Mary A Harris
on November 9th 1891 at Centerville Iowa USA
Carl Coates & Nellie Murl Metcalf
on Sept. 16th 1916 at Blandinsville Ills
Joseph Robert Coates & Alice Tingle
at Mystic Iowa
Thomas Hoskins & Eveline Coates
March 24 – 1923 at Mystic Iowa
Miles Otto Bankson & Blanche Coates
September 22 – 1923 at Mystic Iowa


Amelia May Coates                     January 24th 1900
Celia Harris (Mother’s mother)    March 14 – 1922
Wilbur Thomas Hoskins              Jan 18 – 1930
Carl Coates                                  Aug. – 22  – 1951
Joseph Coates Sr. (father)          March 3 – 1939
Leonard Coates                          Jan 2, 1959
Mary Ann Coates (Mother)          Jan. 8, 1965
Joseph R. Coates                        Aug 3, 1971
John –                                          Feb 16, 1984
Margie                                          Jan 28, 1981
Bernard Coates                           Oct 21, 1998
Nellie Coates Stickler                  May   1999


1st Grade Hairstory: Ringlets, A Peeled Onion, and a Clueless Boy

Every Saturday Mom shampooed my hair in Grandma Eveline’s kitchen and followed up with a vinegar rinse. I didn’t much care for the smell of the vinegar, but it was supposed to leave my hair squeaky clean. I always ran my fingers across a strand of hair to be sure it squeaked. It did.

Mom would comb out my hair and divide it into little sections that she wrapped around her index finger, then secured the long curls with a couple of bobby pins. If I was lucky, the bobby pins held my curls in place through the rest of the day and through the night giving me a head full of ringlets for church on Sunday morning.

On school days, it was Grandmother Eveline who got me ready for school and my hairstyle changed from ringlets to a ponytail. My fine hair tangled easily and when I got up in the morning, it was a mess. Grandma had a large, pearl blue comb that she used on me. And when I say “used on me” I mean more than just using it to comb my hair. The fact is, Grandma didn’t have much patience for my complaints. Every time I said “Ouch,” I got a little whack on the head with that blue comb.

I liked my ponytail and imagined myself as stylish as the teenaged girls on TV. Grandma didn’t think my ponytail was particularly flattering. She told me more than once that I looked like a “peeled onion.” I’m thinking maybe she was right….

A peeled onion and her grandmother

At school, we played chase (boys vs. girls) nearly every day during recess. A boy with the last name Applegate was my boyfriend because I was the girl he always chased – and I would then chase him in return. That pretty much sums up our relationship. I also thought about his name a lot. It seemed unusual to me and I spent a good bit of time wondering what an apple gate would look like. Had his family been famous for their apples? Would an apple orchard have a fence around it with a gate? Maybe a white picket fence and a white gate with an arch. Or perhaps a black iron gate. Or maybe just plain wood. I preferred the white.

Anyway, I ran around the playground with my ponytail swinging until the day came when it was decided that I should get a haircut. I showed up at school the next Monday morning, proud of my new shorter hairdo with bangs. No more peeled onion look for me! I wondered what my boyfriend would think.

Imagine my disbelief when Mr. Applegate made his way to the teacher’s desk and asked her about the NEW GIRL! Had a haircut made me unrecognizable? Had he not paid enough attention to me, his girlfriend, to know what my face looked like? Did he prefer the looks of this “new girl” over …. me? Was he planning to chase HER on the playground?

1st Grade Hairstory lessons:
1. Keep your mouth shut when Grandma is combing your hair.
2. Avoid looking like a peeled onion.
3. Beware of boys who are always on the lookout for their next girlfriend, who don’t care enough about you to know who you really are, or who simply don’t have a clue.

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