Bio by Annie:
Stewart Walton was the son of Thomas Albert and Sadie Knarr Walton, both grandfathers were Civil War veterans. He briefly ran away, joined the cavalry ( like his grandfather George Knarr, 6th US Cav ) but was 'disentangled' from Fort Meade by his mother who came to get him.
He apprenticed at sign painting, then opened ' Walton Signs ', a well-known business in the Tamaqua area for many years. There are probably some barns and old billbords still dotting the countryside. Should I ever get a day to tool around the old roads in the wake of my uncle, plan on preserving as many of these as possible before their final fade.
Stew married Edna Steigerwalt, the beauty of the William Steigerwalt family of Frackville, with whom he had 3 sons, William, Robert and Stewart, Jr. Robert died soon after birth, the 2 other sons fortunately survived to give them grandchildren! :)The Waltons moved to Florida where they lived for many years, returning to Pennsylvania to be near their family after Grandpop retired.
The perfect grandparents,seriously, if I had to describe this couple- it's the only way I knew them, as grandparents who spoiled us rotten and of whom I was very proud.It's only as an adult I've learned of their other legacies, Grandmom's and her quiet, endless giving to others. She somehow managed to scoop up those needing help, gave it to them so unselfishly no one heard about it but boy, the recipients knew a lifeline when it was clung to. A life-long pattern of Grandmom's, bet she'd still deny it. Maybe it was somewhere in her almost perpetual, teeny smile, never would admit it.Grandpop? He was ' somthin' else, was Grandpop. Dad said he took one look at the job of breaker boy someone obtained for him, left that massive effort and pretty well nagged the Holy Stuffing out of the local sign painter until he wore him down, took him on. There are a plethora of ' Grandpop' stories including a misunderstanding on why he may or may not have driven a train not belonging to him but I wasn't there. Again, these 2 people figured large in my childhood as simply perfect grandparents- hope they know how much I mean that.
Stewart Walton was the son of Thomas Albert and Sadie Knarr Walton, both grandfathers were Civil War veterans. He briefly ran away, joined the cavalry ( like his grandfather George Knarr, 6th US Cav ) but was 'disentangled' from Fort Meade by his mother who came to get him.
He apprenticed at sign painting, then opened ' Walton Signs ', a well-known business in the Tamaqua area for many years. There are probably some barns and old billbords still dotting the countryside. Should I ever get a day to tool around the old roads in the wake of my uncle, plan on preserving as many of these as possible before their final fade.
Stew married Edna Steigerwalt, the beauty of the William Steigerwalt family of Frackville, with whom he had 3 sons, William, Robert and Stewart, Jr. Robert died soon after birth, the 2 other sons fortunately survived to give them grandchildren! :)The Waltons moved to Florida where they lived for many years, returning to Pennsylvania to be near their family after Grandpop retired.
The perfect grandparents,seriously, if I had to describe this couple- it's the only way I knew them, as grandparents who spoiled us rotten and of whom I was very proud.It's only as an adult I've learned of their other legacies, Grandmom's and her quiet, endless giving to others. She somehow managed to scoop up those needing help, gave it to them so unselfishly no one heard about it but boy, the recipients knew a lifeline when it was clung to. A life-long pattern of Grandmom's, bet she'd still deny it. Maybe it was somewhere in her almost perpetual, teeny smile, never would admit it.Grandpop? He was ' somthin' else, was Grandpop. Dad said he took one look at the job of breaker boy someone obtained for him, left that massive effort and pretty well nagged the Holy Stuffing out of the local sign painter until he wore him down, took him on. There are a plethora of ' Grandpop' stories including a misunderstanding on why he may or may not have driven a train not belonging to him but I wasn't there. Again, these 2 people figured large in my childhood as simply perfect grandparents- hope they know how much I mean that.
Bio by Annie:
Stewart Walton was the son of Thomas Albert and Sadie Knarr Walton, both grandfathers were Civil War veterans. He briefly ran away, joined the cavalry ( like his grandfather George Knarr, 6th US Cav ) but was 'disentangled' from Fort Meade by his mother who came to get him.
He apprenticed at sign painting, then opened ' Walton Signs ', a well-known business in the Tamaqua area for many years. There are probably some barns and old billbords still dotting the countryside. Should I ever get a day to tool around the old roads in the wake of my uncle, plan on preserving as many of these as possible before their final fade.
Stew married Edna Steigerwalt, the beauty of the William Steigerwalt family of Frackville, with whom he had 3 sons, William, Robert and Stewart, Jr. Robert died soon after birth, the 2 other sons fortunately survived to give them grandchildren! :)The Waltons moved to Florida where they lived for many years, returning to Pennsylvania to be near their family after Grandpop retired.
The perfect grandparents,seriously, if I had to describe this couple- it's the only way I knew them, as grandparents who spoiled us rotten and of whom I was very proud.It's only as an adult I've learned of their other legacies, Grandmom's and her quiet, endless giving to others. She somehow managed to scoop up those needing help, gave it to them so unselfishly no one heard about it but boy, the recipients knew a lifeline when it was clung to. A life-long pattern of Grandmom's, bet she'd still deny it. Maybe it was somewhere in her almost perpetual, teeny smile, never would admit it.Grandpop? He was ' somthin' else, was Grandpop. Dad said he took one look at the job of breaker boy someone obtained for him, left that massive effort and pretty well nagged the Holy Stuffing out of the local sign painter until he wore him down, took him on. There are a plethora of ' Grandpop' stories including a misunderstanding on why he may or may not have driven a train not belonging to him but I wasn't there. Again, these 2 people figured large in my childhood as simply perfect grandparents- hope they know how much I mean that.
Stewart Walton was the son of Thomas Albert and Sadie Knarr Walton, both grandfathers were Civil War veterans. He briefly ran away, joined the cavalry ( like his grandfather George Knarr, 6th US Cav ) but was 'disentangled' from Fort Meade by his mother who came to get him.
He apprenticed at sign painting, then opened ' Walton Signs ', a well-known business in the Tamaqua area for many years. There are probably some barns and old billbords still dotting the countryside. Should I ever get a day to tool around the old roads in the wake of my uncle, plan on preserving as many of these as possible before their final fade.
Stew married Edna Steigerwalt, the beauty of the William Steigerwalt family of Frackville, with whom he had 3 sons, William, Robert and Stewart, Jr. Robert died soon after birth, the 2 other sons fortunately survived to give them grandchildren! :)The Waltons moved to Florida where they lived for many years, returning to Pennsylvania to be near their family after Grandpop retired.
The perfect grandparents,seriously, if I had to describe this couple- it's the only way I knew them, as grandparents who spoiled us rotten and of whom I was very proud.It's only as an adult I've learned of their other legacies, Grandmom's and her quiet, endless giving to others. She somehow managed to scoop up those needing help, gave it to them so unselfishly no one heard about it but boy, the recipients knew a lifeline when it was clung to. A life-long pattern of Grandmom's, bet she'd still deny it. Maybe it was somewhere in her almost perpetual, teeny smile, never would admit it.Grandpop? He was ' somthin' else, was Grandpop. Dad said he took one look at the job of breaker boy someone obtained for him, left that massive effort and pretty well nagged the Holy Stuffing out of the local sign painter until he wore him down, took him on. There are a plethora of ' Grandpop' stories including a misunderstanding on why he may or may not have driven a train not belonging to him but I wasn't there. Again, these 2 people figured large in my childhood as simply perfect grandparents- hope they know how much I mean that.
