George Martin Tague		George, his wife Margaret Jane "Duke" Tague, their children from the oldest to youngest, Harold, Ferne,  Helen, and Inez. photos courtesy of Dean Johnston [email protected]
Born: 30 Nov 1875 Shelby Co., IA
Married: 12 Mar 1902 Harlan, Shelby Co., IA
Died: 07 Dec 1935 Harlan, Shelby Co., IA
Buried: Harlan Cemetery, Harlan, Shelby Co., IA

FATHER

Jacob J. Tague

MOTHER

Peree Poling

WIFE

Margaret Jane Duke

b. 27 Mar 1879 Shelby Co., IA

d. 02 Mar 1932 Near Menlo, Guthrie Co., IA

CHILDREN

1. Arthur Thomas Tague b. 05 Jan 1903

2. Harold Eugene Tague b. 19 Oct 1905

3. Vernon Virgil Tague b. 03 Jan 1908

4. Ferne Arlene Tague b. 08 Feb 1914

5. Helen Bernita Tague b. 17 Aug 1916

6. Inez Irene Tague

Information from an unpublished book by Blanche E. Tague LaDue

THE GEORGE TAGUE FAMILY

Uncle George was the oldest living son of my Grandparents' family and just older than my Father. He was subjected to much poverty and deprivation being the oldest living son in a family where the Father wasn't as resposible for the welfare of his family as a parent should have been. Uncle George had no educational privileges but was hired out to farmers to do farm work when just a small lad. He would earn anywhere from ten to fifteen dollars a month plus his board and room. I remember my Father telling about the heavy load carried by Uncle George, Uncle Jim and himself. These three brothers, in spite of their youth, bought their Mother a home while they were still in their teens. Uncle George was a very hard working man. He commanded the highest respect from my Father. Uncle George was a success as a man, as a husband, as a father and as an Iowa farmer.
I was privileged to visit for a while in the home of Uncle George, Aunt Maggie and their four children at Menlo, Iowa during the summer of 1928. It was a delightful and fun time for me. I loved both Uncle George and kind considerate Aunt Maggie, their three most cooperative and dutiful daughters and the handsome cousin, Harold. I thought Harold cut quite a dashing figure, in fact, Aunt Maggie reminded us to remember that we were cousins. I wonder just what she had in mind?
Uncle George, Aunt Maggie and their Family lived on a large corn-belt farm at Menlo, Iowa. They had a huge red barn that protected their live stock, hay, and all kinds of grains and farm equipment. Their home was a large two story white frame house with a spacious front porch.
One of the things I vividly recall was a piece of machinery called a separator. What a fantastic sight to see that thing in operation.. On the top of the separator was a large tub-like bowl which when milk was poured into it out came thick pure yellow cream through a very small spigot while out of a larger spout came a large stream of blue white milk, The cream was put into a ten gallon metal milk can which was then picked up by a milk truck and taken to a milk processing plant. The skim milk was combined with a coarse meal which formed a runny gravy-like substance called slop. Now the fun began. This slop was taken to the barn yard and poured into a long deep troughs then my Uncle George and cousin Harold would put their hands up to either side of their mouths and yell, "Suee, Suee, Suee," and over the crest of small hills in a pasture came hundreds and hundreds of grunting, squealing hogs rushing down the hills to the trough and gobble up that slop. What a sight, I shall never forget it.
I certainly enjoyed my association with this refined and upright family, a product of the American Heartland and my relatives. He was Farmer.

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