Sinton, Minnie Laura

Birth Name Sinton, Minnie Laura
Gender female
Age at Death 93 years, 3 months, 30 days


Event Date Place Description Sources
Birth 1870-01-11 Shamokin, Northumberland, Pennsylvania, USA Birth of Sinton, Minnie Laura  
Death 1963-05-10 Mexico, Miami, Indiana, USA Death of Sinton, Minnie Laura  
Burial 1963-05-13 Michigan Township, LaPorte, Indiana, USA Burial of Sinton, Minnie Laura  


Relation to main person Name Birth date Death date Relation within this family (if not by birth)
Father Sinton, George B.1823-02-061894-02-21
Mother Dimick, Mary1831-05-001910-08-29
    Brother     Sinton, Israel C. 1853-07-31 1924-12-04
    Sister     Sinton, Mary E. about 1856
    Brother     Sinton, Norman about 1858
    Brother     Sinton, George E. 1868-03-00
         Sinton, Minnie Laura 1870-01-11 1963-05-10
    Brother     [Living], [Living]
    Brother     Sinton, Charles 1874-07-00


Family of Gorden, William Lafayette and Sinton, Minnie Laura

Married Husband Gorden, William Lafayette ( * 1871-05-20 + 1931-02-08 )
Event Date Place Description Sources
Marriage 1900-09-02   Marriage of Gorden, William and Sinton, Minnie  
Name Birth Date Death Date
Gorden, Bernita1901-10-141923-02-01
Gorden, Thurl David1903-07-231984-08-03
Gorden, Emanuel G.1905-08-031972-12-00
Gorden, Israel C.1907-01-172001-08-02


Listed on the 1900 Federal Census as a "Dress Maker."


George E. Sinton was listed on the 1920 Federal Census as William Lafayette's brother-in-law, living with William Lafayette and Minnie Laura. He was 52 years old, and is listed as having no occupation.


I met some of the Sintons. They were located in Elkhart, Indiana. A large group of them came from Pennsylvania.

- Gorden, [Private]


"I didn't know Grandpa Gorden, but we were all raised with Grandma Gorden in our lives. Grandpa was first a Captain in the Salvation Army and left the Army when he married Grandma because an Army officer must marry another SA officer. He later became a minister in the Church of the Brethren. This is the denomination I still belong to. I'm the only one of the grandchildren who has stayed with this denomination except Jean Gorden Ulery, who passed away a couple years ago. She lived in Seattle, WA. Grandpa died when I was one week old of blood poisoning. Grandma lived until I was in my 20's (1962) and passed away of old age and a heart condition in her 80's. Grandma had a “stiff leg” caused by TB of the bone when she was 19. They didn't meet and marry until she was 30. He was 28."

This information courtesy of one of Israel Gorden's children.


Written by one of Israel Gorden's children:

I never knew Grandfather Gorden for whom I was named. I was told that he had been a member of the Salvation Army when he first met Grandma. His father, Galacia, was the first white baby born in Michigan City, Indiana, a city located on the southern most tip of Lake Michigan and only a few miles from the Indiana-Michigan state line. Family history tells us that when Galacia was fighting for the north in the Civil War that his wife left him.
After he returned, while working at a lumber mill in Michigan, he took a Blackfoot Indian, named Mira, as his second wife. Whether Mira was Blackfoot is uncertain, but from her photograph in an old newspaper featuring the early beginnings of the city, it is certain that she was Indian. So I guess that a bit of Indian blood in me expressed itself at least in play. My Dad's Dad, William, died of blood poisoning before I was old enough to remember seeing him.
After mother and dad were married, they lived five miles from the city in the little village of Waterford, in the four-room house next to his parents. Mother told me many times that in the winter before I was a year old I had bronchial pneumonia and was not expected to live. She carried me about on a pillow and the church folks held a ceremony to anoint me with oil and pray for my recovery, a custom in keeping with New Testament teachings. My fever went down the night after that ceremony, she said, and that Doc Gilmore could not explain my over-night change for the better.
Grandma Gorden was very important in my early life. She was a little woman with a very round face and gray hair braided and twisted in a knot on the back of her head. She wore a gauze-like covering over her hair, as was the custom for women who were members of our church. She had a leg that would not bend. When she sat, she would lean forward with her leg straight out to the floor, or sometimes while in her rocking chair, it stretched out like a baton keeping time to a hymn she hummed.
So Grandma walked differently. I remember walking with her to a red brick building to make payments for grandpa's funeral for many years from the meager pay she earned as a pastry cook. Often as a child when I visited her, she was quilting. Her glasses were thick. She always wore a dark gray dress even when she went berry picking.
I loved to pick berries with Grandma and to go to her white clapboard house in which mom and dad lived when I was born. I gobble up bacon and scrambled eggs, homemade bread and doughnut balls she scooped from hot grease. She told stories while she quilted.
There was a small back porch to the back of her house. Our family, that was never really good about organizing our photographs, somewhere had a photo of a balding, somewhat chunky grandpa, seated on the edge of his porch, holding me as a baby. Grandma cared for her brother, blind Uncle George. I remember, he would sit on the porch and spit tobacco juice off the side into the grass. I can still smell that dark-brown spittle. I never talked much with Uncle George. His blindness seemed to cut him off from the world except for his radio. Most often where Grandma quilted, he sat in a corner with his ear close to his radio—one of the early GE makes shaped with an arch somewhat like church window.
A favorite story of Grandma was about when she lived in the small town of Sidney, not too far from North Manchester. She was thirty years old and was still single, perhaps because she was not sought after due to her stiff leg. One night she attended a Bible study and prayer meeting led by a captain in the Salvation Army.
“After the Bible study that evening,” Grandma said, “the captain from the Salvation Army asked everyone to kneel to pray.” He saw that Minnie Sinton, who one day would be my Grandmother, remained seated with head bowed. The captain asked, "Sister, don't you wish to pray?" She told him that she could not kneel with her stiff leg. Later that evening it was raining, and the Salvation Army captain invited Minnie to walk home under his umbrella.
He loaned Minnie the book In His Steps just before he was transferred to another town. Finding a way to return that book led to Minnie Sinton becoming Grandma Gorden. It was a book I read in my youth. Now decades later, after learning that faith doesn’t stand the test of reason, I can’t say I have the faith of my father or his father, but I do have the love for life they and my family gave me in my youth.