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Friday, October 14, 2011

Lawrence Elzie "Mac" McClellan

Lawrence Elzie “Mac” McClellan was born on August 4, 1918 in Cape Girardeau, Missouri to James Henry McClellan and Ellise Emma Bell (Daniels) McClellan.

Shortly after Lawrence’s birth in 1919, his father removed the family from Cape Girardeau, Missouri to Sikeston, Missouri where he spent much of his young life.  He ultimately met and fell in love with Dorothea Lorene Morse, the daughter of John Elzy Sherfield Morse and Flora Ellen (Hodges) Morse.  The couple married in Charleston, Missouri on March 30, 1942.

Lawrence worked at the Coca-Cola Bottling Co. in Sikeston, Missouri for 18 years until he moved his family to Houston, Texas in 1965 where he worked at Royal Crown Bottling Co. until the company was sold and then worked for the 7-Up bottling Co. of Houston, Texas for 20 years until he retired in 1987.  Lawrence spent much of his retirement on 1545 Scharpe St., in Houston, Texas doing carpentry work from his garage crafting tables, end tables and lamps for family members.  He also raised pigeons and an occasional turkey at his property where he built a walk-in pigeon coop in the back yard. Lawrence had a true love for baseball and country western music stemming from childhood.  He was an exceptional guitar player and baseball player in his youth, unfortunately a hip fracture as a young adult prevented him from progressing into the sport professionally.  Sadly, this hip fracture also prevented him from entering the United States Military which devastated him as all of his 6 brothers were service men.       

The union between Lawrence and Dorothea lasted 47 years until his death from a stroke.  He passed away in his home on April 21, 1989.  This union produced 5 children, 4 of which lived into adulthood.  He is buried next to his wife at Forest Park (Lawndale) Cemetery.  He was preceded in death by both parents, 1 son, 1 grandson, 5 brothers and 1 sister.  His wife, 4 children, 14 grand children, and 6 great grand children survived him.  Dorothea passed away on March 20, 1993.  Lawrence, aka "Mac" to his friends and “Paw Paw” to his family is deeply missed by his surviving children and grand children. 

Children of Lawrence and Dorothea:
Glenda Joyce McClellan (Glaus) 1942-2010
Barbara Jean McClellan (Burton) 1944-
Carolyn Joan McClellan (West, Maharaj) 1947-
Lawrence "Larry" E. McClellan 1958-1974
Terry Stephen McClellan 1963-

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Lawrence McClellan
Dorothea (Morse) McClellan
                                                                                                                 
Source: Biography written by Debbie West
Information and pictures provided by Carolyn McClellan, his daughter
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I started researching my family tree last year. My father is a West and my mother is a McClellan. Researching my family history has truly been a monumental task. I’ve spent untold hours searching for long lost relatives… Where’s a ghost whisperer when you need one? With the surname McClellan being so popular due to General George B. McClellan and the surname West being a geographical direction, the hunt was hindered on many occasions. Search engines have run me through the ringer. The fact is, I threw my hands in the air and swore to walk away from this project more times than I can remember. It really is a roller coaster ride. This project has caused me tears of anger, tears of joy and has heightened my already existing anxiety disorder to its limits. It has forced me to be patient when I didn’t want to be and caused me to be organized and detail oriented, which that in itself is a huge achievement. But most of all, it gave me hope and a sense of belonging.