Patricia DeLoof

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Biography

Patricia A DeLoof is the daughter of Maurice DeLoof and Joyce McDunnah. Born 1957, Grosse Pointe, Wayne, Michigan. She is the fourth child out of six children born in the family. Her siblings in chronicle order: Maurice Victor-13, James David-14 Deborah Lynn-15 Marcia Ellen -16 and Richard James17 DeLoof

Patricia attended a private, all girl, Catholic, high school - Dominican High School, Detroit, Michigan from 1972-1976. During her four years attending Dominican High, she worked part-time as a Dental Assistant, for Dr. Ronald Geb, DDS, Grosse Pointe, Michigan.

After graduation, she was hired (1977-1982) at CBS, in the Fisher Building, Detroit, Michigan as receptionist. She purchased her first home in Detroit, Michigan on Manning Street. After two years (1979), she was promoted to, CBS-Radio Spot Sales, as a Sales Assistant and promoted again (1981), within CBS Radio Spot Sales, as Sr. Sales Assistant, now residing in, Southfield, Michigan. In (1982) from a sister company, WWJ AM/FM Radio, Detroit, Michigan, Sales Manager, Shelly Armstrong, hired Patricia to join her team in Dallas, Texas, working for Belo Broadcasting, WFAA-AM Radio, as her Receptionist/Sales Assistant and in the later part of (1982) was promoted to Sales Representative.

After a format change in (1983) WFAA-AM Radio, she left there to pursue a career with ADIA Personnel Services as Account Manager, Dallas, Texas. In (1983-1985)). Her duties included sales calls on current clients and cold calling on prespective customers, telemarketing and preparing sales proposals. Patricia was promoted (1984) to Branch Manager, Dallas, Texas.

In (1985) Patricia returned to her home in Detroit, Michigan to sell her first home she purchased in (1979) being rented out to her sister, Marcia. In the enterum, Patricia took a position as Account Executive for MGM Temporary Services (1985-1986), Detroit, Michigan. Her intentions, after the sale of her home, was to return to Dallas, Texas as she loved it there.

Her sister, Deborah, in (1986) set her up on a blind date, with Kenneth Holgate thus changing her intentions of returning to Dallas, Texas. Close to a year later, Patricia married Kenneth Holgate, 17 Jul 1987, at Greenfield Village , Dearborn, Michigan, children, Danielle Holgate, Devon Holgate and Michael Holgate.

As a child, Patricia, would dream about getting married at Greenfield Village. They had a beautiful horse and buggy carriage ride, from the church to the tavern for the reception. Unfortunately they stopped doing that, though, she still got married there. The Tavern, keeping with the days of old, having no electricity, no lights or air conditioning. It was beautiful! On every table was a burning candle, illuminating the room. The helps attire all wore pilgram clothing of that period in time. Patricia had a Trio play at the reception as she loved the harp and it went well with the surroundings.

Patricia took a position with Olsten Temporary Services, Southfield, Michigan (1986-1990). She was hired as Account Representative and promoted to Branch Manager, Ann Arbor, Michigan. While planning her marriage (1986), Patricia, was opening a new location for, Olsten Temporary Services in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Both being a large under taking, both being successful.

Her husband Ken was promoted (1990) from, CCX Trucking Company, Ann Arbor, Michigan, as Zone Manager, to Terminal Manager, Cadillac, Michigan. At which time she gave notice that she would be moving to Cadillac, Michigan. Being there was no Olsten services to transfer to, Patricia took a position with Manpower Temporary Services, as Branch Manager (1990-1992) Cadillac, Michigan. He was promoted every two years, as Terminal Manager, to larger terminals. His last destination being CCX Terminal Manager, Milton, Pennsylvania, USA. This was the largest terminal on the East Coast, having 205 doors for transfering customer merchandise in and out for deliveries. Expecting to be transferred in two years, did not happen, and so they settled in Milton, Pennsylvania. Biography by ^[1]

Sources

• US Public Record Index 1950-1993, [https://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?div=1&dbid=1788&h=349915626&ssrc=pt&tid=88156077&pid=44567748840&usePUB=true>

• Maurice DeLoof Joyce McDunnah

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Poems

• This is a poem that I stumbled upon (author unknown):

Always a silent hurt, many a silent tear, but always a beautiful memory of one we loved so dear. God gave us strength to bear it, and courage to take the blow, but what it meant to lose you...no one will ever know. _______________________________________________________________

• "Strangers in the Box" By Pamela A. Harazim

Come, look with me inside this drawer, In this box I've often seen, At the pictures, black and white, Faces proud, still, serene. I wish I knew the people, These strangers in the box, Their names and all their memories Are lost among my socks. I wonder what their lives were like. How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I'll never know their ways. If only someone had taken time To tell who, what, where, when, These faces of my heritage, Would come to life again. Could this become the fate Of the pictures we take today? The faces and the memories Someday to be tossed away? Make time to save your pictures, Seize the opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours could be The strangers in the box.

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• If you could see your ancestors

All standing in a row, There might be some of them, perhaps, You wouldn't want to know. But, here's another question, which Requires another view, If you could meet your ancestors, Would they be proud of you?

---Arkansas Parent-Teacher ______________________________________________________________

• The Census Taker

It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster was ready ... a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face; And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water ... as they sat at the table; And she answered his questions ... the best she was able. He asked of her children ... Yes, she had quite a few; The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; his sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride; And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age ... The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head; And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot"; Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon ... or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; They could read some ... and write some ...though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear; "May God bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp ... its' now you and me; As we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; As we search for that entry from long , long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day; That the entries they made would effect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. ________________________________________________________________

• God looked around His garden and found an empty space, He looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face, He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest, Gods garden must be beautiful he only takes the best ♥grandma

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