Recipes for Living Lena Rose Scott

FUNERAL SERVICES HELD AT
Kale Funeral Home — Osceola, Iowa
11:00 A.M. — Saturday— June 9, 2007

OFFICIATING
Rev. Philip Coe
ORGANIST               SOLOIST
Pennie Gonseth              Tawny Brant
MUSICAL SELECTIONS
"San Antonio Rose"
"One Day At A Time" "The Lord's Prayer
"Air Force Hymn"
CASKET BEARERS
Stanley Samuelson                              Chuck Gorsline
Les VanHeeswyk                                  Stanley Stickler
Richard Gunderson                                  Don Hooper
HONORARY CASKET BEARERS'
Che Frey                                Nathaniel Nidey
Logan Rose Frey                         Honora Pearl Nidey

INTERMENT
Maple Hill Cemetery
Osceola, Iowa
ARRANGEMENTS
Kale Funeral Homes — Osceola & Truro

Lena Rosemond Miller Scott, daughter of Clyde Evan Miller and Evangeline Mason Miller was born January 9, 1929, in Osceola, Iowa. She died peacefully June 5, 2007, at Iowa Methodist Medical Center in Des Moines, Iowa after a brief illness.
Rose was united in marriage to Clayton P. Scott on March 8, 1946, in Des Moines, and three children, Stephanie, Sally, and Roseanne blessed this union. Soon after their marriage, Clayton reenlisted in the military and thus began a lengthy military career for the newlyweds. Rose became a devoted military wife and was so proud of the country they served. Rose and Clayton were stationed at many locations including Springfield, Massachusetts; Tucson, Arizona; Savannah, Georgia; Seattle, Washington; San Antonio, Texas; Sacramento, California; Lincoln, Nebraska; and Guam, South Pacific. Austin, Texas was their last assignment before retirement in 1965. They returned to Osceola in 1966. Life as a military wife perfected her art of conversation and she truly never met a stranger. She always made you comfortable just by her friendly greeting and warm smile.

After their return, Rose spent nearly 31 years as Librarian at the Osceola Public Library. She first served in part-time capacity, which soon changed to the full-time Librarian and finally returned to part-time in her last few years. The Library was a joy for Rose. An avid reader herself, she loved children and enjoyed sharing the gift of reading. She also volunteered many mornings at the Clarke Elementary School these past years, reading with numerous students. Whether she was helping locals after a typhoon on Guam or working on the Finance Committee of the Clarke County Hospital, she loved her involvement in her communities. Rose was a strong and intelligent woman; at the same time, she was compassionate, caring, and concerned with the well-being of others. She was a member of Chapter K, P.E.O., and Research Club in Osceola.

Rose was very devoted to her family; her beloved "Scottie" was always by her side; she was so proud of Sally and Stephanie as well as her special grandchildren and her precious three great-granddaughters. She leaves them a legacy of wonderful memories and love that will be cherished in their hearts forever.

Rose is preceded in death by her parents; daughter Roseanne; brother and sister-in-law, Delbert and Jean Miller; and her brother-in-law, Donald Morris.

She leaves to cherish her memory, her devoted husband of sixty-one years, Lt. Col. Clayton P. Scott (USAF RET) of Osceola; daughters, Stephanie Scott of Mt. Vernon, Iowa, and Sally Frey and her husband Scott of Knoxville, Tennessee; grandchildren, Che Frey and his wife Jennifer of Centennial, Colorado and Nathaniel Nidey and Jordan Kaufman-Biber of Iowa City, Iowa; great grandchildren, Logan Rose and Rylee Jane Frey of Centennial, Colorado and Honora Pearl Nidey of Iowa City, Iowa; sister, Imogene Morris and nephew, Kirk Mouis of Des Moines, as well as many relatives and many, many friends. "You'll just love Lena Rose."

Rose of San Antone. We've had our Rose. Rose of Osceola. If you said the name Rose in Osceola, most would assume you're speaking of Lena Rose and Scottie, and they would smile for thoughts of Rose, who never met a stranger and was fun to be around. In fact, the moment you met her, you felt as if you'd known her all your life. And before you knew it, you'd be laughing and joking with her. That's why it is said, "You'll just love Lena Rose!" a thought first expressed, I believe, by friends of Rose's children, which says much about Rose's charm.

We celebrate today that friendliness and friendship we've known, and give thanks to God for that gift to us. The spirit that God created and placed into the world has succeeded in making our world and this place a better place to be. That's all God really asks of any of us, to make this life a little better for each other while we can in our times together.

A friendly smile, (like Rose always had), a helping hand, (as many library patrons and children.found through the years), a loving relationship, (like Scottie's and Rose's), and touching other's lives in gracious ways, (like Rose's grace) is God's simple request. And it matters little what we accumulate or what success we might count, but in the friends and loving relationships we make along the way. Today is a testimony to that. And in being able to do so, perhaps we come to know something of the mystery of God better.

We are here to give thanks for the joy of Rose Scott's spirit, given by God and shared with us. Let us bow our heads together in prayer.

Gracious God, be present with us here today as we attempt to understand and appreciate the purpose for which you've placed us here and how you have given us that sense of spirit that binds us together beyond the mere purpose of living...for that sense of spirit that sets special people apart such as no one else can ever claim, for the uniqueness of one's love and devotion they give. As we pause to remember life, may we be strengthened to know that sometimes love is all that matters, as we go from here to live our lives. And give us faith to trust that you hear our prayers lifted to you. Especially as we say to You, "Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

Psalm 24: The earth is the Lord's and all that is in it, the world and those who live in it; for he has founded it on the seas and established it on the rivers. Who shall ascend to the hill of the Lord? And who shall stand in his holy place? Those who have clean hands and pure hearts, who do not lift up their souls to what is false, and do not swear deceitfully. They will receive blessing from the Lord, and vindication from the God of their salvation. Such is the company of those who seek him, who seek the face of the God of Jacob.

Lift up your heads, O gates! and be lifted up, O ancient doors! that the King of glory may come in. Who is the King of Glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.

The earth is the LORD's and all that is in it, the world, and those who live in it; for he has founded it on the seas, and established it on the rivers.

Who shall ascend the hill of the LORD? And who shall stand in his holy place?

Those who have clean hands and pure hearts, who do not lift up their souls to what is false, and do not swear deceitfully. They will receive blessing from the LORD, and vindication from the God of their salvation.

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light;
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride;
It followed the light through the crevice-length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view,
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope receive,
The rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore;
Just as it did on the other side;
Just as it will foreveimore.
- A.L. Frink

For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.

On the day before Rose died, I asked her, "How's your faith?" She looked at me with that usual spark in her eyes and mouthed the word "Strong," then she whispered "It's always been strong," and I believed her. Then with me she said the-Lord's Prayer.

"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow they neither toil nor spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."

King Solomon, in all his royal splendor could not command the beauty of a small flower or a gracious life and love for him. Yet I suppose if a community can have royalty, Osceola's royal couple lived at 310 S. Fillmore, in a stately home (complete with royal banners waving out front) and next to the public library that had been sanctioned for many years by this imagined Queen Rose's presence.

Now, I realize Rose would probably give a big laugh at my words, and have thought and said "Oh, Phil!" (As she often responded to my teasing), and would respond with her usual sense of wit and reply, but I know of few resident couples who's been held with such respect, honor and dignity as Clayton and Rose.

And when you hear of the story of how this couple came to be, it is like the story of a young and charming girl from the country, being whisked away by the dashing official in uniform (Scottie just back from the war in his military dress at a dance), to go with him and tour the world and be his Queen for life. The only question might be "Who whisked whom?"

Was this young and sparkling girl at the dance so impressed and enamored at his uniform (after all her brother escort on that night outranked him — Scottie admits — as Scottie seems to relate the story) or was the young man so smitten as to be willing to give his kingdom for her, for this young sprite so full of life who actually had spotted him across that dance floor and set her sights on him? I suspect Rose might have had something in mind and on that night perhaps she might have pulled rank on him.

Regardless, it was a combination of the two (a successful one), because it is a wonderful love story and journey they began, and a journey befitting royalty, a success of grace and love.

I'm sure it was not all and always a fairytale story of elegant life, but one of devotion to each other and of a shared patriotism and belief in their life and purpose in service. And I do think the unmeasured strength of the military is concealed in the devotion of wives (and spouses) back home.

It is apparent that Rose was the right person at the right time for a beautiful life with Scottie. Their times together are like the mirror image of that Ecclesiastical prophesy I read:

-a time of breaking down and a time of building up, as they moved from base to base and established their homes.

-a time to weep in their family trials and tragedies (and there have been some),

-times to embrace, and times to refrain from embracing when Scottie's service called him away.

And Rose knew when her time had come and she met it with the same dignity, charm, grace, faith, and vitality she demonstrated throughout her life.

It has been a wonderful life of times together, of many friends and places and devotion, on the way to here today — one that people of more stature and power might envy, for the love you've known and enjoyed, and the enjoyment you've had in the realized promise, "You'll just love Lena Rose."

Oh Lord, what a blessing you sent these people's way. And they have enjoyed her uniqueness and Grace. May her life and spirit continue on with you in your kingdom there.

And so we send her forth with our prayers and our commendation "You'll just love our Lena Rose."

Taps:
Day is done..                                                   Drawing nigh.
Gone the sun.                                                  Falls the night.
From the lakes.                                               Thanks and praise.
From the hills.                                                For our days.
From the sky.                                                  Neath the sun.
All is well.                                                       Neath the stars.
Safely rest.                                                      Neath the sky.
God is nigh.                                                    As we go.
Fading light.                                                   This we know.
Dims the sight.                                                God is nigh.
And a star. Gems the sky.
Gleaming bright.
From afar.

Clayton asked that I talk with you today about Rose, and especially about her role as a service spouse. My spouse, Kris, and I have in common with Clayton and Rose a bit of the nomadic lifestyle of the career military family. There is a shared kinship among those who have been career military couples, born of the bond of service, and of sharing the turbulence and the highs and lows a career service life brings. Clayton, thank you very much for affording me this honor.

When I think of Rose, the personal qualities that come readily to mind are inner strength, devotion to her husband, a capacity for quick and genuine friendship with others, especially children, and an independence that more often than not found its outlet in expressions of humor. And although these qualities were innate parts of her personality, I think they also were honed by the experiences she and Clayton shared during their first career in the Air Force.

From the time of our very first Army in the United States, military spouses have been a key part of the legacy. Some service spouses don't adjust to what the service throws at them and their service member, and they move on to other pastures. Rose joined up with Clayton at the age of 17, and they stayed.

Service spouses are strong. They quickly develop a large measure of independence if they don't already have it, because they must to survive. Rose and Clayton moved at least 20 times during Clayton's career in the Air Force. Rose never complained about these transfers —she always wanted to find their new home as soon as possible, and get the house set up for living. I'm certain from my own experience that it was Rose who unpacked hundreds of boxes over the course of those moves and organized the house — because the service member inevitably is needed yesterday in the new assignment, and cannot help meaningfully in the unpacking process.

Sometimes their transfers came most unexpectedly. When the buildup for the Korean War began, Clayton and Rose were transferred from a base near Savannah, Georgia to San Antonio, Texas. Clayton called Rose as soon as he found out about the move, and began clearing the base. The furniture van appeared at their home before Clayton arrived. Rose had even started fixing dinner, and had a chicken thawing on the sink. The movers packed it up and shipped it with their household goods. As Clayton puts it, "You can imagine the odor by the time our van arrived in San Antonio."

The Air Force always has been known for frequent, short notice deployments of flight units to overseas locations, and those deployments were a frequent part of the Scotts' experience. Service spouse duty creates self-reliance. When Clayton left on deployment, it was Rose who handled the challenges of keeping the family and the household on track.

Sometimes, Rose had to weather the storm alone - literally. Rose and Clayton were stationed in Guam in 1963, when typhoon Karen struck. All the flight crews took the aircraft and flew them to safe airfields on Okinawa, leaving the families to weather the storm back on Guam. Rose and Clayton were living in a so-called "typhoon-proof' home on base, and the base plan called for young airmen and their wives to be sheltered in the typhoon-proof homes if a typhoon struck. On this occasion, Rose held the air conditioner in the window all during the typhoon. The young airman assigned refuge in the house went to bed.

As Clayton notes, Rose was always there when needed. She took responsibility for their daughters during his absence. When Clayton was transferred from San Antonio to an air field in Houston, Rose and the girls stayed in San Antonio, so that Stephanie could continue with further surgery and physical therapy. Clayton commuted between Houston and San Antonio each weekend on the bus.

Rose's loyalty to her husband and his career went further than just supporting the moves and tending the home front. Somewhere along the line, she learned about air planes, too. When they transferred to Guam in 1961, they flew from California in a DC-4, four-engine passenger plane contracted by the Air Force to take families overseas. Some time during the flight, Rose mentioned it seemed to her that the Number 2 engine did not sound right. Clayton looked out, and saw the exhaust was quite red, and told her he thought it was running noimally. Rose was still concerned, and told the chaplain who coincidentally was on board, that she was certainly glad he was there. They landed in Hawaii to refuel, but shortly after re-boarding were told there would be a 12 hour maintenance lay over to change an engine. Sure enough, it was Number 2 engine.

Her loyalty and love for Clayton shows through also in the encouragement she gave Clayton to write his autobiography, so that their grandsons could know their grandpa and what his life consisted of. That autobiography coincidentally is the source for some of what I can share about Rose today.

Each new duty station brought with it a new group of fellow officers and spouses to work and socialize with, and it was necessary to make friends quickly and easily. This capacity for quick, ready friendship was one of Rose's strongest traits, and it was given most readily to the children she saw at the Osceola City Library. Many children in the community can look back with pleasure at the time Rose spent reading to them at the library. But her interest in them went further. She remembered the childrens' names, and made an effort to greet and talk with them when she encountered them outside the walls of the library. Of course, she was enhancing the confidence and esteem of every one of these children, and knew very well what she was doing.

When you are a career military couple, you learn sooner or later that an essential component of survival is the ability to have a good laugh no matter what happens. Rose had this technique down to a science.

A personal example comes to mind. Rose and Clayton attended my last promotion. I learned afterwards that, at a key point in the event, Rose leaned over to my wife Kris and said "Did you ever think you would be sleeping with a general?"

Another example of her wit comes from before their marriage. As Clayton tells it, they met at a Saturday night dance in Leon in September of 1945. Rose was with her brother Del. Del and Clayton both were in their Air Force uniforms, as they were on terminal leave. Rose was dancing with Del, and according to Clayton, he was very interested in watching. At the end of that dance number, Rose and Del came by. Rose touched the wings on Clayton's uniform, and said "Look Miller, a Bombardier." And Clayton, also being gifted with wit, said "Yes, are you interested?"

Much of the richness of our experience as people comes from what is handed over from one life to the next — not physical things, but memories of what this person did or that person said or this person felt. That is why we remember the good things, because they are worth remembering, and because we, the living, have a need to remember. And we have much to remember about Rose.

Tales
from
the Aisles

BY MICKEY THOMAS

A series about visions and memories that linger in the aisles after a career at Robinsons, Osceola's landmark buxsiness.

Clayton and Rose
Scott, Part I

Clayton and Rose Scott have lived at 310 South Fillmore Street for 40 years in the picturesque green home with a red tile roof adjacent to the Osceola Public Library. Before acquiring this home they moved 45 times during the 23-year military career of Lt. Colonel Clayton Scott.

Clayton and Rose Scott met in 1945 at the Hanoco dance hall near Leon. Rose Miller was accompanied by her brother, Del Miller, who was home on military leave during World War II. Del Miller and Clayton Scott were the only men in uniform at the dance. Rose and her brother introduced themselves to Clayton. Rose touched the wings on Claytons uniform and said, "A bombardier!" Clayton said, "Yes, are you interested?" During the evening Clayton and Rose became dance partners. This accidental meeting sparked a romance which led to marriage six months later.

Clayton Scott was born on a small farm near Garden Grove. In his biography published by Fern Underwood in "Recipes for Living," Clayton.relates these incidents which I quote: "I was born on an 80-acre farm, delivered by a mid-wife. In growing up we had a good time with no expense. We made homemade T-squares to push wheels around. We made our own baseball bats and hockey sticks and used tin cans for hockey pucks and wore clamp-on skates. My brother Kenneth and I pulled some ornery tricks. We put a shiny pair of pliers, with a string attached, on the road near our house and then we hid in the culvert. Somebody in a Model T would see the shiny pliers as they went by and come back to pick them up. In the meantime, We pulled the pliers back into the culvert.

"We looked forward to. Saturday nights when everyone went to town. In those days Garden Grove was a town of about 600 people with several businesses on both sides of Main Street. We took our cream and eggs to trade for groceries. There was an

1st Lt. Clayton Scott and Rose Scott. 1949 photo.

opera house in Garden Grove, where they had movies. Dad would give me an allowance of 10 cents each Saturday night. I could go to movies and buy a package of gum and a soft drink.

"We kids all had our chores to do. My job was to feed the animals. In the summertime we would pick strawberries. Dad had a large truck garden and strawberry patch. He paid us two cents a quart for picking. He sold the berries to a local store. One day the picking was traded for a reel type push mower, another day's picking was traded for an old saddle horse named Charlie."

Clayton discussed his early schooling. He said, "One day when the teacher was out of the room several of us got to shooting paper wads. When the teacher came back he saw the mess. We were spanked. Some of us one swat, some as high as 10, I got three. Dad was on the school board and when I told him about the spanking he said, "Next time tell the teacher to take it easy — you'll get another one when you get home"

The Great Depression hit in the early 30's and the Scott family farm was lost, so was the 10 cent a week allowance.

Tales
from
the Aisles

BY MICKEY THOMAS

Clayton and Rose
Scott, Part II

Clayton Scott was 13 when his parents, Pearl and Margaret Scott, lost their farm near Garden Grove in the depths of The Great Depression. The family moved to a large farm on the Missouri state line owned by a Chicago physician, Dr. Jeffreys. Clayton's father had a 50/50 rental income arrangement.

There was no electricity. Water was pumped by a windmill from a spring a half mile away on the Grand River bottom to a home storage tank. It was then hand pumped by a pressure gravity system to the kitchen and bath. Their first radio was a battery operated Zenith that was recharged by wind power.

Farm families had to provide their own school transportation. Clayton rode his pony Prince to the nearest high school which was at Pleasanton. He remembers that many times Prince would break loose and go home about 30 minutes before school was out. Clayton said, "I walked the three miles home about half the time." He lettered in basketball although the school had no indoor basketball court. Practice was held in the inside drive of the lumberyard. For his senior year he transferred to high school in Cainsville, Mo., where transportation was provided in a 2 1/2 ton truck with bench seats along both sides. After high school graduation Clayton went to a trade school

in Lincoln, Neb., to learn the skills needed to work in an aircraft factory.

Rose Miller, wife of Clayton Scott, was born in 1929 in Osceola. Her mother died of pneumonia when she was three days old. Rose and her sister Imogene, age seven, and her brother Del, age 12, were raised by her father's parents, Wesley and Ida Miller. Rose wrote about what it was like growing up in Osceola during the beginnings of the Great Depression stating, "Life in the 1930s was much simpler. Nobody had any money. The
blessings of a small town in those days were that everybody knew everybody and people were always looking out for us. We were all taught right from wrong and we knew we should pay attention to the right, because if we didn't our elders would soon know, and by the time you got home it was known that you had trespassed.

In the winter we would go sledding on 'Jones Hill' on Adams Street between Jefferson and
Washington streets, In the summer, we skated at the roller rink for 15 cents which included the skate rent. The rink was in a tent on South Main Street where the Fareway Store is now located. There were at least seven grocery stores. I recall going to Mrs. Ray's grocery store on the north east corner of the square with a quarter to buy three pork chops and a loaf of bread. For a dime you could go to the Osceola Theater or the Lyric Theater. Three drug stores had soda fountains. Rexall, Allison's, and Windrath's had iced cokes or two dips of ice cream for five cents."

During the summers Rose worked at Sam
Windrath's Drug Store. This writer was told by a former girl watcher, Galen Benbow, that Sam Windrath hired the cutest girls in town. Rose Scott remembers that Sam was a long-time Osceola mayor, never seeking office, but always re-elected by write-in vote. Rose said, "Sam would put snow chains on his car in October and drive with broken chains banging against his fenders till May or June."

The Osceola schools that Rose attended, East Ward, South Ward, West Ward, and Osceola High School have been demolished and replaced with new schools.

Tales
from
the Aisles

BY MICKEY THOMAS

Clayton and Rose
Scott, Part III

Clayton Scott was working as an airplane riveter in Buffalo, N.Y., before joining the Army Air Corps in 1942 to serve in World War II. He passed the written and physical requirements to become an aviation cadet and was classified as a bombardier. He completed training schools in gunnery, bombardier, navigation and radar, a new technology that allowed a bombardier to see through the clouds to ground level. A bombardier schooled in radar was called a "Mickey." As a "Mickey," Clayton flew in the lead plane in European bombing missions when stationed in England.

On March 23, 1945, Clayton's crew had a close call as they were completing their mission over targets in Denmark. Clayton relates, "As we departed the Danish coast at 4,000 feet, we saw lots of fireworks, which were tracers of German guns shooting at us. They hit one of our engines which the pilots had to feather (stop the propeller). Later another engine was acting up. I was afraid this engine wouldn't continue running all the way to England. The North Sea was extremely cold in winter. We had been briefed that a downed flyer would not last over 20 minutes in the North Sea in wintertime. I was really worried, until I saw the British coast 50 miles away on my radar set. We made it with no further incident."

Clayton completed 14 daytime and 16 night missions, the last mission in April 1945. He received two more Oak Leaf Clusters to add to a previously awarded Air Metal as well as the Distinguished
Flying Cross. His ribbon for the European Theater of Operations had three Battle Stars. Clayton remembered, "On April 26, 1945, I was transferred to Stone, England, to process for my trip home. VE Day (Victory Europe Day) occurred May 8, 1945. All U.S. Military were restricted to their bases and missed the celebrations in the cities."

Clayton and Rose Scott.

After World War II, Clayton served many years with the Strategic Air Command as an instructor of bombardiers and navigators. Nine different trips were made to U.S. bases in England and Spain for temporary duty that separated him from his family for 60 to 90 days at a time. During his military career he was promoted six times, from Tech Sergeant to Lt. Colonel. Clayton retired in 1965. After military discharge the Scotts were undecided whether to live in Texas or to return to Iowa. After seeing how pretty and green everything was in Iowa they decided to come home.
In Osceola Rose Scott began a 32-year career at the Osceola Public Library, many of these years as Librarian. She officially retired in 2002. Clayton, called "Scotty" by many of us, worked 15 years for various State agencies before accepting a position as the first salaried Executive Secretary of the Clarke County Development Corp. During his 13-year tenure Clarke County experienced great growth in industrial development. Clayton and Rose became active in many areas of community service. Clayton received the Community Service Award in 1992. Several years ago they were honored as Fourth of July Parade Marshals. Clayton and Rose Scott have two daughters, Stephanie Scott of Mount Vernon and Sally Frey of Knoxville, Tenn.

Up to a red rose-tree,