Charles "Charlie" Henry Vardiman (1896-1962)       

Saline & Jackson County, Missouri




Age: 66

Occupation: Machinist, Columbia Laundry Machinery Company in Kansas City, Missouri.

State: Missouri

# of Children: 2

"Spelling for Vardiman (my family) is with an "i" except for Eddie who changed his to an "e" when he was in high school.  Various documents for my grandparents (John Peter and Luella May) have it both ways." 
Shirley Anderson, daughter of Charles Henry and Emma Henrietta (Jensen) Vardiman


Charles Henry Vardiman
Birth Certificate 14 Oct 1896


Left to Right:
Charlie, Eddie, John Peter, Luella Mae and Johnny

Childhood Home

Charles met Emma in the service during World War I at
Fort Camp Dodge, Iowa

1920 Charles & Emma

1920 Charles & Emma

Charles' Enlistment Record,
Enlisted 6 September 1918

Charles' Honorable Discharge from Army in 1920

Charles & Emma Vardiman's
Marriage Certificate
4 April 1923

Charlie & Emma's Children:
Harry "Bud" & Shirley

9505 E. 16th Street, Independence, Missouri

Charlie & Emma's Children:
Shirley & Harry "Bud"

Charlie & Emma's Children:
Shirley & Harry "Bud"

Charlie & Emma

1939 - John Peter (seated), Luella May, Emma, Charles, Shirley, Luetta, John, Gladys, Miles Edman "Eddie" and Harry "Bud".

November 1946

Left to Right:
Charles and Emma,
Gladys and Miles Edman "Eddie", Luetta and "Johnny" (Their son, Bill, sitting on ground in front)
This picture was taken in November, 1946 - probably at Thanksgiving - they rotated dinners.



Luella May Vardeman with her three sons (Charles, Johnny and Miles Edman "Eddie") and daughters-in-law.

Charles Vardiman
Liked Hunting & Fishing

"He might have been reading the evening paper. I remember that he used to buy detective magazines to read. This was taken at our home in Independence." Shirley 7/10/10

1950 - Charles & Emma with their grandson, Jim (Shirley's son)

Death Certificate 1962

Narrative - Life Story

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"One of Dad's (Phil Vardiman) favorite Uncle's was Uncle Charlie and his wife Aunt Emma. Aunt Emma was an RN (Registered Nurse) and took care of Bess Truman's mother in their home in KC (Kansas City) when Harry Truman was President of the United States. Bill has some neat stories to tell about that, too. Dad would hitch hike from Salisbury on the farm to Kansas City and stay with Uncle Charlie and his wife and then hitchhike on to Manhattan KS when he was going to and from College." 
Email from Billie Vardiman 6/20/2010

My Dad worked for the Columbia Laundry Machinery Company where they repaired laundry machinery. He worked hard and during hard times used to bring boilers home and I can remember him pounding on them in the basement at night after dinner. I have no idea what he was doing to them. Sometimes Bud got to go to work with him and he was allowed to get in the big dryers and look for loose change that had fallen out of clothes. I always felt cheated that I wasn’t allowed to do that - but “young ladies” didn’t do things like that. Always seemed to me that boys had a lot more fun. Sometimes at dinner my Dad would say, “I think I’ll go up to the drugstore after dinner.” After he had left I would get on my bike and ride up there and he would always buy me a coke or ice cream cone. He also let me play the nickel slot machines which were legal then in the drug stores. They also served beer at the counter in the drug store. Dad was an affectionate person, loved kids, but Mom was the disciplinarian. I remember sitting on my Dad’s lap in the evening while we listened to the radio - there were special programs like “Lux Radio Theater”, “Amos and Andy” and “One Man’s Family”. One thing I remember about my Dad was that he always sang when he was shaving - mostly World War I songs. He liked to hunt and fish and there again those weren’t things that “young ladies” did, so Bud got to go on those trips with him.

My Dad died at age 66 of a heart attack on November 24, 1962. My Mother called me and told me he had been having heart seizures all day. I was able to get on a flight to Kansas City. Dad died about half an hour after I got there. I think he was waiting for me.

Written in February, 2006 (As I approach my 80th birthday)

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