Charles Clifton Boone
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Birth: Apr 2, 1906 in Floyd Co, VA
Death: Nov 21, 1974 in Falls Church, VA
Burial: in Falls Church, VA
Gender: M
Father: View Family Sheet Charles Emmett Boone born Oct 18, 1871 in Floyd Co, VA
Mother: Mary Odessa Aldridge born Feb 19, 1878 in Floyd Co, VA
Relationship:
Family #1: View Family Sheet Marie Mabelle Sauve
Marriage: Sep 22, 1933
Notes: Virginia "Ginny" Boone Metzler and Clarence "Bud" Boone said that Cliff went to night
school and trained to be a Laboratory Technician. This was in the 1920's. Before he married he
was a Chemist at the State Mental Hospital in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. His salary was very
meager during this time but he sent his mother $5.00 a month for many years. In those days of
late 1920's and 1930's you could do more with that five dollars than you could probably do
today with a hundred dollars. Ginny recalls her mother saying many times she does not think
she could have managed to send the younger children to high school had it not been for this
$5.00 per month. Peg said when the younger children were going to high school they had to
pay $1.00 per month for bus fare and part of the $5.00 was used for that expense.

While in Harrisburg, Cliff belonged to the Community Theater and often had the leading
roles in the plays. He was so kind and gentle and everyone loved him there. That is where he
met his future wife, Marie. Cliff wanted to be a doctor and Marie urged him to try to get his
degree while she worked but he decided not to pursue this. He said he had the desire but not
the ambition it would take.

Cliff later worked as a Medical Technologist and managed a Pathology Laboratory at the
U. S. Food and Drug Administration in Washington, DC. (This information from his son
Charles A. Boone)

He had a great love for family and loved to recount incidents from growing up on Goose
Creek in Floyd County, VA. He was adverse to spending his money on anything frivolous and
as long as his parents were still living at the homeplace, he and his family drove down every
year in September and spent their vacations there. (See notes under Aunt Marie for her
thoughts about this.) Well Grandma Boone, Cliffs mother, would have been terribly
disappointed had he not visited. She saved back one of their home cured hams every year to
have when her "Cliffie" came to visit. Not only did she cook for them, but many others of the
family would visit when he came home and she would have to prepare three large meals every
day. Looking back we don't know how she managed. But she did and was always cheerful and
welcomed everyone with open arms and many hugs and kisses.

Cliff loved to take pictures of the family members and was always careful to identify and
date them on the back. What a help this has been in many instances! He always said "now let
me get my 'crowbar' focused". I had noticed other aunts and uncles referring to a camera as a
crowbar and wondered why. Virginia Boone Metzler told me that one time an itinerant
photographer came through the area and took pictures of Mr. Ham and Mrs. Lucy Aldridge
McNeil. The photographer collected for the pictures in advance but never came back to deliver
them. Mr. Ham was so mad, he said "I wish I had broken his old crowbar all to pieces!"

I can remember spending some nights there during these times. I suppose by then, in the
1940's, crime was on the rise in the Washington, DC area. At the homeplace, no doors were
ever locked, in fact there was no way to lock them, most of them being secured on the inside
by a wooden latch. There was a daybed in the dining room right beside a door that led to the
outside. Uncle Cliff claimed this as his bed on each of his visits and getting ready to turn in at
nights was a real production. He would wedge a chair under each door knob if there was one
or brace it shut some other way if there was not. All windows had to be shut and secure.
Finally he would lie down on the daybed with a poker, a flashlight, and any other weapon he
could find laying on the floor beside him. We all thought it quite hilarious but now even in the
smallest towns we have to lock our doors, have burglar alarms and install motion sensitive
lights.

By his niece, Mary Frances Conner Williams.