I know the least of all about Uncle Arthur.  By the time I was born he was already in Kansas City.  I don't remember seeing him over one or two times.  He and his wife came and visited us when we lived on 12 Mile Road in Warren, probably in 1942.  I have no idea what his middle name was, or if he even had any.

Aunt Ethel said that when Grandma Jennie was pregnant with Arthur she met an old boyfriend named Arthur one day on the train to Shelburn.  This Arthur told Grandma that if it was a boy to name it for him, so I guess she did.  Uncle Arthur worked in Michigan for a time, probably in the late 20's.  In fact, Aunt Ethel told me that a one time or another, all of the siblings had gone to Detroit to find jobs, but not all stayed very long.  Uncle Arthur probably chose to go to Kansas City because his Uncle Leon was already there.  Perhaps he helped Arthur get a job.  Eventually, Uncle Kenny and Aunt Ethel also moved to Kansas City, so perhaps jobs were more plentiful there.

Uncle Arthur married Merle Ruby Hall in Kansas City in February, 1932.  Merle had Cherokee blood.  I believe she was from Oklahoma.  She had been married previously and had two children, a girl named Madonna and a boy named Barry.  I never met either of them.  Eventually, Uncle Arthur and Aunt Merle moved to California.  Their last residence was in Hemet, which is out in the desert, not far from Los Angeles.  Uncle Arthur died June 11, 1979, so I missed seeing him when I visited California at Thanksgiving time.  Uncle Kenny and Aunt Iris did take me to visit Aunt Merle and we visited Uncle Arthur's grave.  Aunt Merle died not long afterward.  From what I remember of Uncle Arthur, he was rather quiet, but gentle.  He was a lot like Uncle Earl and Uncle Walter.

Left, Arthur, Jenny and Earl.  Jenny's with two of her sons.  My maternal great grandmother and two of my maternal great uncles.  They all lived through the depression.