Patricia Ann Barkey

Female 1926 - 2006  (80 years)


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  • Name Patricia Ann Barkey 
    Born 7 Aug 1926  Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  [1, 2
    Gender Female 
    SSN issued Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  [1
    Name Patricia A Barkey  [2
    Name Patricia A. Hoffman  [1
    Residence 1930  Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  [2
    Social Security Number 520-20-8613  [1
    Died 1 Sep 2006  Longmont, Boulder, Colorado, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  [1
    Person ID I20786  My Genealogy
    Last Modified 10 Feb 2020 

    Father Reuben Ralston Barkey,   b. 15 Aug 1889, Buffalo, Johnson, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 6 Aug 1965, Tucson, Pima, Arizona, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 75 years) 
    Relationship natural 
    Mother Vivian Marie Church,   b. 8 Mar 1895, Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 16 Sep 1942, Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 47 years) 
    Relationship natural 
    Married 2 May 1917 
    Family ID F6776  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family William Joseph Hoffman,   b. 30 Jun 1920, Bellwood, Blair, Pennsylvania, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 2005  (Age 84 years) 
    Married 9 Nov 1944  Casper, Natrona, Wyoming, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Children 
     1. Living Hoffman  [natural]
     2. Living Hoffman  [natural]
    Last Modified 10 Feb 2020 
    Family ID F999  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - 7 Aug 1926 - Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsSSN issued - - Wyoming, USA Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsResidence - 1930 - Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, USA Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 9 Nov 1944 - Casper, Natrona, Wyoming, USA Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 1 Sep 2006 - Longmont, Boulder, Colorado, USA Link to Google Earth
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  • Barkey Family
    Barkey Kids
    Barkey Kids
    John on Topsy, Patsy on Tango, Penny on Peanuts, Bobby on Happy, Marj on Pigeon and Jeanne on Romu
    Barkey Kids
    Barkey Kids
    Patty on Dolly, Bobby on Peanuts, Penny on Tango and John on Topsy Photo taken at Triangle A Ranch near Sheridan Wyo
    The Barkey Children
    The Barkey Children
    Taken in the Park in Sheridan

  • Notes 
    • Patsy sent this to me July 17, 1982 I believe my earliest memory of my life, is skating without skates, on the front porch at 225 W Loucks in Sheridan. Apparently, as I remember it, the front porch had been covered with snow, the sun come out and melted it; then froze solid that night. The next morning, we had a ball sliding back and forth, pretending to skate on the porch. I was wearing a little one piece blue wool knit snow suit with hood hat to match. I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old. I remember that snow suit so vividly & that morning' that I feel as if I've seen a picture of it at sometime. I wonder if there was one. My 2nd memory of my pre-six years is sitting in the house, in front of the big bay window, in the original living room watching kids outside playing in the cold and snow and I couldn't go out because I had earaches for years until I was about 5 & then, they disappeared. It's very strange to me that I have no memories of Christmas's or even where our Christmas trees stood until I was about 12. Christmas has always meant happiness to me buy I have no memory of specific ones until after I was married. I have one sad memory of a pre Christmas happening. I was in the basement, rummaging thru the rag bag for an old sheet. I was cutting out an apron for Mother, to be trimmed with bias tape. She called down from upstairs and said if I was making her an apron to forget abut it; she didn't want it. I was so hurt. I could never mention it and tried to forget it but of course, never did. Poor Mother & her sensitive kids. My most wonderful memory of Mother is that anytime I went and stood next to her; even when she was talking to a friend; her arm went around me. It was that assurance of love, I needed and I went away satisfied. My next memory is when I was five and Daddy took me out to the Triangle A with him before the rest of the family moved out. I don't know how long, we were there together-a week, maybe one weekend but it seemed quite awhile to me then. It was cold with snow on the ground and I was there because I was too young for school, yet. A family lived over in the bunkhouse then and it seems to me, they'd moved to a ranch, on a hill over looking Beckton School before Mother and the rest of the kids moved out to Triangle A. There was a boy, my age in that family and we played together while I was there with Daddy. We used to put our coats on upside down and backwards and tho't it was so clever, rushing over to she his Mother and back to the main house to show Daddy. My happiest, most vivid memories are of our life at the Triangle A. I was five when we moved there and in the 4th grade when Mother and Daddy split up and we moved back to 225. I remember 225 so clearly even before Mother made it into an apartment and a home for us. I remember the Drainage A so vividly and it seems as if I can remember 225-every inch of it so vividly, it would take a complete book to describe all my memories. At fifty years old I still dream abut it and place Bill and I there continuously. So many thousands of memories of the Triangle A swimming in the Big Goose River when it was ice cold as early as Mother would allow. Usually, the middle of May; in one pie;piece white bathing suits that I tho't were boy's suits probably given to us by someone. I never remember having new clothes until I was an adult teenager and bo't my own. I do remember two items of clothes I had at the Triangle A. One was a heavy olive brown shirt with a big square collar trimmed in red. I tho't someone had passed it on to me when Mother gave it to me upon returned from Sheridan. I didn't like it much but when Mother said it was new, I love it and wore it for a long time as often as possible. Another item, I remember is a dress, I had as a little tiny girl-not the Triangle A sorry- it was sheer white with pink roses and green leave design. I loved it and still love prints with a white background and delicate prints especially rose buds. I remember the bunkhouse at the triangle A and for some reason only Jeanne or Marjorie might remember; we all slept in the granary side of it one night with Daddy's black bear skin rug over us. I, also, remember being in there one day, watching Uncle Johnny Mayer skin out beaver, he'd trapped in our swimming pool when he broke up their dam they'd built of cottonwoods bordering the river. I don't remember wearing anything on the Triangle A except bib-overalls. I don't remember what type of tops I had; probably nothing in the summer. I wonder if I ever wore dresses even to school affairs. I surely remember brown, laced-up tennis shoes in the summer that smelled so badly; it was unbelievable before summer was over. One thing sure though, we were never allowed to go barefooted-not on a ranch around horse and chicken manure. I remember getting water put in the house but before we got it, Mother was carrying water up from the river in buckets. When she passed the chicken house a rooster attacked her. She hit him with a bucket and killed him. I remember the holding corrals by the bunkhouse and watching Daddy branding there, train horses etc. I remember being there one time and there was an older couple talking to me - probably guests renting a cabin over on the island. The man asked me what a dude was. I was so embarrassed I couldn't answer but the wife saved me by saying, "That's what we are, Dear" or John or something. I remember going into the mountains with Jeanne and Marjorie one time-after horses. Oh, I felt so grown up and important. A full day's trip into the mountains! We saw a black bear (black, I think, maybe brown) and we say a lonely, log cabin that J. & M. said belonged to Bob Tate. Coming down to the flatlands we ran into a man, dressed like I supposed an old time hunter would be dressed like. We stopped to talk and I proudly told him of seeing Bob Tate's cabin and how crowded it was going to be in the mountains sometimes. He said I'm Bob Tate. My first lesson in not trying to be so smart, all the time. I remember going out with Daddy after horses one time and at the gate, to the entrance of the pasture going up into the mts.; he started singing, "That Silver-haired Daddy of Mine." I'll never forget that and what it meant to me and how I wondered what he was thinking about as he sang so quietly and sadly, "I'd give all I own if, I could but alone for" I think I know now. His father was a fine, kind person and he bro't great heartache to him. I remember going up to the Chalet 'a line camp' with Marjorie one time. Daddy had a bunch of hunters there. It was my first gallon can of strawberry preserves there and I heard the expression 'chewing the rag.' Marj. seemed to know exactly what he meant; I didn't. I couldn't wait to get our errand done for Daddy and get away; to ask her what it meant. I remember being in the mts. once with Mother and Daddy and some dudes on a fishing trip. They fished and Mother fried trout. I remember those fish and Mother frying them over a campfire as fast as she could. I don't remember the people or anyone eating-just watching Mother fry trout and the beauty, the immense and overpowering beauty of the mts. I remember the day, I got to go to the mts. with M. & J. and ran into Bob Tate. When we got back to the ranch with the horses, Mother tho't I'd be so tired, I should go to bed and I didn't get to watch Daddy work the horses. I was so heartbroken, I laid and cried my heart out. Mother came in and asked me what was wrong and for some reason, rather than admit I was humiliated at being considered little enough to have to go to bed I said I was sick to my stomach. She just said 'well, just go to sleep and you'll feel better' and walked out. I wonder what happened later. I probably fell asleep. I don't remember I just remember my heartbreak at having to go to bed. Another sad memory is giving away my beloved doll Margaret to Laura Helvey's little daughter, who had no doll. I was very small but even then, Lura Helvey's natural beauty left me in awe. She had long blonde hair worn in a bun, in the back. No makeup or anything. Just a flawless, natural beauty. I remember our beloved horses, Dolly, Topsy, Tango, Chipmunk, Candy, Pigeon, Peanuts, Happy White Man and Star. The first horse I remember being on. Dolly, the little dark brown mare, we all learned to ride on, I believe. She must have belonged to Daddy and Mother when they liven in Dayton. Because I remember Daddy saying when they left there, she went clear across the mt's and returned to her old home to have her colt. Happy was her cold and called Happy because he always looked like he was smiling due to getting his upper lip caught and cut off in a trap, one time. Peanuts was smaller than Happy but trout the same color. Another colt of Dolly's that later became Doris's horse. Topsy & Tango were two little black & white shetland ponies. Topsy, the mare became John's horse and Tango, the gelding, mine. I don't know who his Father was but he had a huge head and wasn't too pretty but we loved them all. Topsy used to lie down in the irrigation ditches to get people off her back. Tango and I had two experiences to cause us humiliation. Once on the way to school, coming out of Mumpher's gate, we went across the road and Tango disappeared head first into a snow drift, in a ditch. There I sat pointed straight in the air along with his hind feet while his entire head, neck , chest and front legs were buried in snow. I don't remember who got us out or how. Probably M. & J. pulled us out. The other time, Tango humiliated me was on the meadow above the house. I was racing one of Dr. Carr's kids. Tango and I in the other direction, the winner being the one watching and got a big laugh when Tango passed Kathy. Instead of continuing on, he whirled and followed her, dumping me unceremoniously, on the ground. I remember the Triangle A as it looked when we first moved there. It must have been quite a place, at one time with that beautiful field stone house that burned, huge well-manicured and landscaped lawns.

  • Sources 
    1. [S120] U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014, Ancestry.com, (Name: Ancestry.com Operations Inc; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2011;), Database online. Number: 520-20-8613; Issue State: Wyoming; Issue Date: Before 1951.
      Record for Patricia A. Hoffman

    2. [S204] 1930 United States Federal Census, Ancestry.com, (Name: Ancestry.com Operations Inc; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2002;), Database online. Year: 1930; Census Place: Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming; Roll: 2624; Page: 2A; Enumeration District: 33; Image: 748.0.
      Record for Vivian M Barkey