Virginia Eileen Rogers

A Life Stitched with Love

Virginia Eileen Rogers was born in Kokomo, Indiana, on February 5, 1942, at St. Joseph Memorial Hospital. The daughter of Clifton Earl Simmons and Mary Alice Harris, she came into this world weighing 6 lbs. 11 oz. and left footprints not only on paper, but on the hearts of everyone blessed to know her.

Birth Certificate — **The day she entered the world** – February 5, 1942, Kokomo, Indiana.

Footprints — **Tiny footprints, forever imprinted on the hearts of those who loved her.**

Virginia Eileen Simmons Birth Certificate — **The official record of her arrival**— Virginia Eileen Simmons, born February 5, 1942.

Birth Announcement from The Kokomo Tribune — **A joyful arrival, announced in the local paper** — February 5, 1942.

Baby Virginia with parents — **Virginia in her mother’s arms**– cradled by a soldier’s love and a mother’s warmth.

Virginia as a baby on blanket — **Soaking in sunshine**– lying on a soft quilt in the front yard.

Virginia on lawn — **Barefoot and bright-eyed** – early days spent under the shade trees.

Virginia baby photo — **One of the first posed baby portraits** – wide-eyed and curious.

Virginia and Ronnie on old car — **Sittin’ proud on the hood of a car**– making memories that lasted a lifetime.

Virginia at 2 years of age — **Sweet little dress and curls, around two years old** – just starting to bloom.

Toddler Virginia in white dress — **The softness of her face says everything** – tenderness and wonder.

Virginia sitting sweetly in a ruffled dress — **Virginia** — simple, sweet, and full of wonder.

Virginia Simmons-Doan — **Virginia Eileen, with her signature little half-smile**— even as a youngster, you could see the spark of mischief and kindness in her eyes.”

Virginia Simmons-Doan at Christmas — **First Christmas sparkle**— Virginia Eileen, dressed in her holiday best, surrounded by tinsel, presents, and the glow of family traditions.”

Mary Doan holding Virginia Simmons-Doan Not sure who the other people are — **Mary Doan holding baby Virginia**— when the camera captured not just one memory, but two.”

Her Early Days

From playful days and childhood wonder to graceful girlhood

These were the days that bloomed beneath her bare feet.

Virginia Doan on the right — **A sunny day and a grassy patch** — soaking up childhood joy.

Virginia Doan — **Bicycle days and sunshine smiles**— childhood stitched in motion.

Virginia and Pamela Doan with Jackie Harris — **Virginia with her sister Pamela and cousin Jackie**— childhood bonds wrapped in sunshine and giggles.

Virginia Eileen Doan Portrait — **Just a girl**— an old innertube, and a summertime full of giggles.

Virginia Doan Portrait — **A simple gown, a special day**— Virginia beaming with quiet pride.

Jimmy, Mary, and Virginia Doan — **A family moment caught in time**— Virginia, her Mama, and Jimmy sharing smiles in the sunshine.

Virginia, Gilbert Doan, and Pamela Cloar — **A trio of siblings**— tied together by laughter, mischief, and home.

Jimmy, Elmer, Mary, Virginia, Gilbert, Pam Doan — **Not all families are made the same**— but this one? It was stitched with love in every corner.

Lynne Bally, Virginia Doan, Carol Bally, Pamela Doan — **Cousins by chance, sisters by heart**— these girls knew how to make a memory.

Ronnie Kain, Judy Hoffman, Virginia Doan — **Ronnie and Virginia** — cousins close as siblings—with a friend by their side and sunshine all around.

Virginia Doan and Paulette Fleming — **Cousins in the shadows of childhood**— quiet moments, lifelong ties.

Virginia Doan & Pamela Doan — **Side by side, Virginia and Pamela Doan**—country sisters, best friends, and partners in mischief.”

Virginia Doan 1958 Northwestern HS — **Sixteen, full of hope, and already walkin**— toward the life that would become her story.

Virginia Simmons Doan school photo — **There was always something quiet in her smile**— like she knew more than she ever said.

Virginia Doan 1st Dance — **Virginia all dressed up for her very first prom**— posing at Bob and Vada Fleming’s house, where memories were made and dreams began to dance.”

Ginger Doan 1st Dance — **Her first dance**— the shoes were new, the nerves were real, and her smile lit up the night.

Virginia Simmons Doan and family — **For one evening, they shared the dance floor**— Virginia and David Arnett, caught in a memory.

A New Chapter Begins

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It was a warm August day in 1958, and Virginia — barely sixteen and with schoolbooks not far behind her — took Ishmael’s hand and stepped into a new beginning. The world stretched out before them, full of hope, promise, and the kind of love that settles deep and lasts a lifetime.

Virginia and Ishmael Wedding Photo — **Newlyweds Virginia and Ishmael, 1958** – standing with Judy Willis (maid of honor) and Ronnie Kain (best man)

Virginia and Ishmael with family — **Virginia and Ishmael with her mama, Mary Doan, and her grandma, Mabel Harris** — three generations gathered on their wedding day

Virginia and Ishmael folding linens — **Folding linens together** – a glimpse of their early days

The newlywed years passed quickly, and by the fall of 1959, Virginia and Ishmael welcomed their first child. Their little home grew fuller with each passing season — babies in booties, sleepless nights, sweet giggles, and lullabies tucked into every corner.

Baby Mischelle Eileen Rogers — **Mischelle Eileen Rogers** — the first bundle of joy, wrapped in stars and dreams.

Baby Rebecca Gail Rogers — **Rebecca Gail Rogers** — gentle eyes and a heart stitched with stories yet to be told.

Katherine Lynn Rogers — **Katherine Lynne Rogers** — quiet beauty and soft beginnings.

Baby Ishmael Eugene Rogers — **Ishmael Eugene Rogers** — tiny hands, big heart, and eyes full of quiet wonder.

Nathan Eugene Rogers with a kitten — **Nathan Eugene Rogers** — sunshine in overalls and a kitten-sized heart.

Michael Todd Rogers in hospital photo — **Michael Todd Rogers**— striking a pose like he already had somethin’ to say.

Amy Marie Rogers crying in a yellow outfit outdoors — **Amy Marie Rogers** — a tiny firecracker in yellow, lettin’ the world know she had arrived.

Twin sisters Virginia Mae and Eugenia Kay Rogers — **Virginia Mae & Eugenia Kay Rogers** — two peas in a pod, wrapped in love from the very beginning.

Jody Lee Rogers posing with one hand on his cheek and a grin — **Jody Lee Rogers** — striking a pose like a tiny heartbreaker with a story to tell.

From the first cries to the quiet coos — each little one brought laughter, love, and a whole heap of laundry.

In the Heart of Kokomo

Before Galveston, before the garden rows and fuller days, there was Mulberry Street in Kokomo. It was in that little house where Virginia and Ishmael first began to build a home of their own... The walls echoed with the patter of tiny feet, late-night lullabies, and the gentle hum of a black-and-white television. Their first four children — Mischelle, Rebecca, Katherine, and Ishmael — were all born there, each one adding a little more laughter, a little more love — and a lot more laundry. These were the tender, trying, golden days — stitched with modest joys and captured in the soft sepia of family snapshots.

Old TV — **A brand-new TV on Mulberry Street** — a window to the world on lacy curtains and linoleum floors.

Mischelle at Christmas — **Tinsel on the tree and a doll in hand** — Christmas memories from the stairwell nook.

Rebecca near stair — **Mischelle standing tall and holding tight** — the quiet start of sisterhood under the stairs.

Mischelle and Rebecca Rogers swinging — **Mischelle and Rebecca** — swingin’ in the backyard, a sisterly blur of giggles and sunshine.

Mischelle, Rebecca, and Phillip Doan on the couch — **Three little ones on Grandma’s couch** — Mischelle, Rebecca, and Uncle Phillip, dressed for Sunday and sweet as can be.

Mischelle with Daddy, Ishmael — **A moment under the stairwell** — Mischelle and Daddy, hearts close and love shining through.

Mischelle, Kathy, and Rebecca all dressed up — **All dressed up in their Sunday best** — three sisters with curled hair, polished shoes, and hearts full of stories.

Phillip Doan, Rebecca, and Mischelle by the Christmas tree — **Christmas morning glee** — Phillip astride a rocking horse, Rebecca wide-eyed, and Mischelle cradling her new baby doll.

Virginia with Mischelle and Rebecca in the grass — **In the yard with Mama** — Virginia seated with her girls in the grass, catching a quiet breath between giggles and laundry.

Rebecca, Katherine, and Mischelle Rogers on a chair — **All lined up on the couch like ducklings in a row** — love, giggles, and matching grins.

Rebecca Rogers in high chair — **Bright-eyed and curious** — baby Rebecca propped in her high chair, surveying the world with quiet wonder.

Rogers girls playing with blocks — **A carpet scattered with blocks and baby giggles** — the Rogers girls in their element, pajamas and all.

Ronnie Kain with Rebecca and Katherine Rogers — **Ronnie Kain, proud cousin and playful heart, with little Katherine in his arms and Rebecca by his side** — sunshine and smiles on Mulberry Street.

Virginia with Rebecca and Mischelle Rogers — **Virginia, flanked by her girls** — Mischelle standing tall, Rebecca with a shy smile — a portrait of patience and pride.

Virginia and Mischelle Rogers in photo booth — **Just the two of them** — Mama and Mischelle in a photo booth moment, curls and wide eyes, soft as a lullaby.

Virginia holding Mischelle in photo booth — **Another photo booth treasure** — Virginia holding little Mischelle close, one glance at the lens and one shy curl looking down.

Rebecca Rogers in the grass — **Rebecca, bundled up in the tall grass** — a little dot in a big field, discovering her toes and the world.

Virginia and Mischelle at Christmas — **Christmas time with Mama** — Mischelle waving big, Virginia in her Sunday best, tree twinkling behind them.

Virginia, Mischelle and Rebecca in the yard — **Summer days and simple joys**—Momma standing watch as her girls, Mischelle and Rebecca, share the sunshine in the front yard.

Rebecca on Christmas morning in Kokomo — **Rebecca on Christmas morning** — pajamas wrinkled, smile wide, and a brand-new doll tucked into her lap beneath the shimmer of silver tinsel.

Ishmael & Katherine Rogers — **A quiet moment in the doorway** — Ishmael with baby Kathy in his arms, plaid shirt, soft smile, and all the love a young father carries without ever sayin’ a word.

Katherine Lynn Rogers laying a quilt — **Kathy Lynn, curled up on a patchwork quilt** — ruffles on her romper, toys all around, and the sweet stillness of a nap that only babyhood can hold.

Katherine Rogers playing with her toy vacuum — **A girl on a mission** — Kathy with her toy vacuum and that “don’t mess with me, I’m cleanin’” look.

Katherine Lynn Rogers all dressed up — **All dressed up in sunshine** — Kathy caught mid-step with her bow in place and her mind clearly made up about somethin’ important.

Not sure on the name on this one — **Tiny legs, chubby ruffles, and a smile bright enough to light up the whole room** — whoever this little explorer is, they were clearly on a mission.

Kathy in a photo booth — **Kathy in the photo booth** – big eyes, tiny pigtail, and a whole lot of curiosity.

Ishmael Rogers II baby picture — **That little fist, that big ol’ smile**… and trouble was probably just a minute away.

Pam Cloar holding Rebecca Rogers Virginia Rogers holding Mischelle Rogers — **A Kokomo Christmas** – February 1962 From left to right: Aunt Pam Cloar holding baby Rebecca Rogers, and Virginia Rogers holding Mischelle. Gathered by the Christmas tree, bundled in love and holiday joy during those early Kokomo days."

**Little Ishmael on the Go** A young Ishmael Rogers, full of energy and curiosity, captured mid-stride at Grandma and Grandpa Rogers’ house. In the background, big sister Rebecca sits near the sewing machine, keeping a quiet watch. A tender glimpse of childhood tucked inside the warmth of their grandparents’ home.

Virginia Rogers & Monte Sue Rogers — **Virginia with her niece, Monte Sue** sharing simple moments and the kind of love that runs deep in our family roots.

Mischelle & Rebecca Rogers — **All dressed up and ready to go**—Mischelle in her rich red coat and white bonnet, and little Rebecca in her blue coat with fur trim and matching bonnet. Two sisters lighting up the living room with their smiles.”

Galveston – Where the Garden Grew

In Galveston, the days stretched longer, the house grew fuller, and the garden outside wasn’t the only thing blooming. Within those walls, Virginia raised babies, folded laundry, sang lullabies, and built the kind of life that lingers in the heart long after it’s gone.

House we used to live in at Galveston — **The heart of Galveston** — our little house on Cemetery Road, where babies were rocked, socks were lost, and summer breezes blew through open windows like old hymns.

Ducks in a row — **Eight ducks for eight kids** — waddlin’ in perfect parade past the red barn, like they had chores of their own to tend to.

The Rogers Kids — **The Rogers bunch out front** — little feet in tall grass, with the Galveston House standing watch like always.

Amy Rogers laying in red wagon — **Little Amy soaking up sunshine in a red wagon** — bottle in one hand, bunny buddy by her side, and not a care in the world.

Ishmael and Nathan sitting outside — **Two blond-headed brothers in lawn chairs** — Ishmael and Nathan sittin’ by the shed, schemin’ up some summer mischief.

Ishmael with dogs on the sidewalk — **Puppy love on a warm day** — Ishmael grinning ear to ear with a faithful hound and a calico kitty tangled around his legs.

Baby Amy Rogers in yellow with bunny toy — **Propped in the wagon, Amy was snug as a bug with her bunny pal and a yellow blankie** — summertime never looked so sweet.

Ishmael surrounded by our cats — **Breakfast with the bunch** — Ishmael sittin’ pretty, keepin’ watch over a whole herd of hungry barn cats, just as proud as can be.

Ishmael Rogers in a red sweater — **Sunday pants, red jacket, and that “I didn’t do nothin” look** — Ishmael caught between mischief and mama’s next chore.

Ishmael Rogers and Children — **Daddy and his boy** — standin’ tall beneath the pines while Mischelle and Rebecca giggled nearby on the picnic quilt, a summer snapshot stitched in shade and sunshine.

Ishmael Kathy & Nathan Rogers — **On top of the world** — Ishmael and Kathy stand tall on the hill, watchin’ the sky stretch out above ‘em, while Nathan sits nearby in the grass, takin’ it all in with a grin.

Ishmael, Kathy & Virginia Rogers — **Hands full of curiosity and a mama’s steady touch** — Ishmael and Kathy gathered close while Virginia tended to every scrape, bug bite, or mystery doodle with gentle grace.

The Twins — **Virginia Mae and Eugenia Kay** — twin Santas snug as sugarplums, sharing a blanket, a bond, and a whole lot of Christmas magic.

Kathy and Ishmael Rogers — **Kathy and Ishmael** sittin’ side by side, soaking up the sunshine and a simple moment of childhood charm in the backyard.

Jean & Mae Rogers — **Double the giggles, double the grace** — Jean and Mae lit up the place.

Kathy Rogers and Cats — **Kathy and her purring posse** — a girl and her cats soaking up the sunshine.”

Kathy Rogers and her kitty — **Kathy, dressed to charm** — cuddlin a kitten like it’s the finest treasure in the yard.”

**Galveston Garden Days** — Michael Rogers standing tall in his walker among the gladiolus blooms his momma planted, on a bright day in Galveston, Indiana. Chubby legs, curious eyes, and a garden full of love—proof that some of life’s earliest steps are best taken right in the heart of home.

Michael Rogers & Kathy's Legs — **Barefoot Days & Blanket Play** — Michael Todd Rogers catching a bit of sun and grass time on a soft blanket in the Galveston yard, with big sister Kathy standing close by—her legs making an unintentional cameo. Just another barefoot summer day under the trees, filled with giggles, grass stains, and sibling love.

Mae & Jean Rogers — **Two of a Kind** — Virginia Mae and Eugenia Kay Rogers, wrapped in yellow gingham and a bond only twin sisters share. Hand in hand and heart to heart, they grew side by side—each a mirror of love, laughter, and lifelong friendship.

Mischelle & Michael Rogers — **Galveston Days** — Mischelle Rogers holding Michael in the Galveston backyard, with one of Daddy’s turkeys wandering close behind—a sweet snapshot from the days when the yard was full of sunshine, little ones, and a whole lot of feathers.

**Baby Todd Holder** — resting peacefully in our front yard. During a difficult season, Momma and Daddy took him in and cared for him with open arms and open hearts. He was more than a cousin—he was family in every sense of the word.”

Mischelle & Nathan Rogers — **Mischelle giving Nathan a ride** — in the old red wagon, barefoot and fancy free out in the Galveston yard. Simple joys and country smiles—these were the best days, when all you needed was a little wagon and a whole lot of imagination.”

Mischelle & Amy Rogers — **Mischelle with baby Amy** —in her arms, out by the big red barn. There’s nothing quite like the gentle care of an older sister and a summer day on the farm.”

Mischelle, Ishmael & Kathy Rogers — **Mischelle, Ishmael, and Kathy** — soaking up a lazy day in the yard. Bare feet in the grass, hand-me-down play clothes, and a good old webbed lawn chair—life was simple, and summer seemed to last forever.”

Mischelle, Rebecca & Kathy Rogers — **Mischelle, Rebecca, and Kathy** — with armfuls of kittens and hearts full of giggles. If you grew up in the country, you know—there was always a new batch of barn kittens and sisters to share them with.”

Mischelle, Nathan, Ishmael, Kathy & Rebecca Rogers — **At Grandma & Grandpa Rogers’ house in Kokomo** — (1127 S. Washington Street), July 1968. Left to right: Mischelle, Nathan, Ishmael, Kathy, and Rebecca—barefoot and sun-kissed, lined up along the fence for another summer day together. Siblings and a whole lot of backyard memories made at Grandma & Grandpa's.”

Nathan Rogers & Toby our English Sheepdog — **Nathan and our Old English Sheepdog, Toby** — side by side in the backyard. There’s nothing quite like a boy and his dog—especially when your best friend is a big, shaggy Old English Sheepdog, always up for adventure (or a good nap in the grass).”

Nathan Rogers — **Nathan perched on top of the old Chevy** — waving hello to the world. Back then, the roof of the car made a perfect stage for big adventures and even bigger smiles.”

The Orchard — **We always called this ‘the Orchard** — a quiet patch of yard in Galveston, shaded by a big old tree. Maybe there was only one fruit tree, maybe more, but to us, it was always the Orchard—a place for daydreams, play, and plenty of family memories.”

Rebecca Rogers & Bob Horner — **Rebecca in her Easter dress** — with Uncle Bob Horner, red wagon in tow. Looks like Uncle Bob couldn’t resist making the kids laugh—Easter Sundays at Galveston were always full of family, fun, and a little bit of silliness.”

Rebecca & Mischelle Rogers — **Rebecca and Mischelle, dressed in their Sunday best** — watching the white turkeys strut across the yard. Whether it was Easter or just another spring day, the farm always had a way of blending the fancy with the everyday.”

The Rogers Family Gathering — **The Rogers cousins and siblings**— back row: Rebecca, Theresa, Calvin, Mischelle, Monte Sue (the tallest), and Ishmael. Front row: Katherine, John G., and little Nathan out front. When the Rogers kids got together, you could count on plenty of laughter, a bit of mischief, and a whole lot of memories. (And yes, everyone’s last name was Rogers!)”

Amy Rogers — **Baby Amy soaking up some sunshine**— well, sort of! Sometimes the world’s just a bit too bright and loud for a little one. Even fussing in her yellow dress, she was the sweetest sight in the yard.”

Ruth Horner holding Michael Rogers — **Aunt Ruth (Rogers) Horner holding Michael Rogers** — at the front door. Even a well-worn photo like this one can’t hide the steady love of an aunt or the sweetness of a chubby-cheeked baby in his Sunday best.”

Virginia Rogers holding Twin Daughters — **Virginia Rogers holding her newborn twins** — Virginia Mae and Eugenia Kay, not long after their birth in 1971. This nearly-lost polaroid was cracked and peeling, but thanks to a little love and a lot of patience, the memory was restored—because some moments are too precious to let fade away.”

Wildflower and wheat divider with bobwhite quail

There’s always a song in the fields and a story waiting just beyond the fence row.

Peru, Indiana

The old gray house on Strawtown Pike was more than just wood and windows—it was a world of its own. Tucked out in the country near Peru, Indiana, it held the laughter, footsteps, and everyday stories of a family that filled it to the brim. With ten children under one roof, there was never a dull moment, and every room had a rhythm all its own. There were bay windows to peer out of, a garden to tend, a clothesline always full, and the sweet scent of lilacs and roses near the road. From the pass-through kitchen cabinet to the crabapple tree near the porch, it was a place stitched together with hard work, noise, and love.

Rogers family group photo under tree — **1977 – Taken by Kay Harris**
Back Row: Virginia Rogers, Mary Doan, Kathy Rogers, Mischelle Rogers, Rebecca Rogers
Middle Row: Nathan Rogers, Ishmael Rogers
Front Row: Jody Rogers, Mae Rogers, Jean Rogers, Mike Rogers, Amy Rogers

Virginia Rogers and Ronnie Kain standing in the bay window room — **Virginia Rogers and cousin Ronnie Kain**- inside the house on Strawtown Pike. That bay window behind them saw a whole lot of light, laughter, and Sunday morning conversations.

Grandma Mary Doan with our family dog Snowball — **Grandma Mary Doan sitting on the couch with Snowball**— one of our family dogs. That red jacket and her soft smile showed up often, just like the little everyday moments that made a house feel like home.

**Mom (Virginia Rogers) standing in front of the grain bin and barn at the old house on Strawtown Pike.** – That dusty drive and wide Indiana sky framed so many everyday moments like this one.

Virginia Rogers with children, Mae, Jean & Amy — **One of those unforgettable couch moments**— Virginia Rogers grinning as Mae gives her the biggest squeeze, with Jean tucked behind and Amy darting into the frame. Love and laughter lived right here.

Virginia Rogers with Jody Rogers & Rebecca in the background — **Virginia Rogers standing behind Jody with a gentle hand on his head**— one of those classic “Mama’s proud” poses. A younger Rebecca peeks in from the background, watching it all unfold.

Aunt Ruth & part of the Rogers kids — **Christmas at its finest**— Aunt Ruth with an armful of twins, dolls that looked loved from the start, and siblings packed in tighter than a stocking full of sweets. The warmth in that room wasn’t just from the heater—it was all family. Left to right: Mae, Jean & Jody Rogers, Aunt Ruth Horner holding them. Nathan Rogers (in the back) & Rebecca Rogers (standing on the right)

**Dad (Ishmael Rogers)**– standing by the fireplace in the house on Strawtown Pike.

**Christmas At Our House**– Front to back: Jody, Mae and Jean (the twins, sporting bright blue and pink sweaters), Kathy in back with her fiery red hair and signature glasses, and Amy peeking from behind Jean with a Rubik’s Cube in hand.

Christmas At Strawtown Pike Dec 1981 — **Christmas at Strawtown Pike – December 1981**– The striped curtains, the glow of the tree lights, and that familiar old lamp off to the side—this was Christmas in the living room of our house on Strawtown Pike. It may have been cold outside (and sometimes inside too!), but moments like this wrapped us in warmth. The tree didn’t need to be fancy—it was ours, and that made it just right.

Aunt Ruth & Uncle Bob Horner — **Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bob Horner**– If looks could talk, Aunt Ruth’s expression here would’ve told a whole story. Bob, all grins and mischief, and Ruth giving him that classic “I ain’t in the mood” side-eye—but still sittin’ close enough to touch shoulders. That’s how their love worked—fiery, funny, and full of personality.

Mischelle Rogers & John Pulver — **Mischelle Rogers and John Pulver** – Christmas Love Mischelle, glowing with that unmistakable mix of joy and mischief, and John Pulver—her future husband—grinning just as wide. It was a Christmas full of love, laughter, and the kind of beginnings you don’t even realize are beginnings at the time. She clutched those red gloves, but it was his arm around her that kept her warm.

Mischelle & Mae Rogers — **Mischelle and Mae Rogers – August 1980**– Mischelle sat quiet on the striped couch, a pencil at her lips and a book in her lap, while Mae struck her own pose beside her—smiling wide, hand raised high like she had something important to say or just couldn’t help being seen.

Mischelle, Amy & Nathan Rogers — **Mischelle, Amy, and Nathan Rogers – Christmas Morning Excitement**– Mischelle in her nightgown, Amy with that wide-eyed sparkle, and Nathan showing off a new toy with pride—this was one of those Christmas mornings where joy filled every corner of the room. Wrapping paper on the floor, laughter in the air, and smiles that said it all. We didn’t need much… just each other and the wonder of the moment.

Mike, Nathan & Jody Rogers — **Mike, Nathan, and Jody Rogers – Brothers on Christmas Morning**– Mike in his stripes, Nathan halfway through building something (or maybe tearing it apart!), and little Jody all bundled up and smiling bright. The tree twinkled in the background while the floor disappeared under new toys, boxes, and the kind of happy chaos only Christmas morning could bring. Three brothers, one moment, and a memory that still feels like home.

**Mike Rogers – Summer Days on Strawtown Pike**– One of those simple, sun-drenched afternoons—Mike standing in the doorway with that shy little grin and striped tank top. It was likely hot outside, maybe a game of tag just finished or a popsicle just eaten. These were the kinds of moments we never thought to write down back then… and now they’re the ones we treasure the most.

Mae, Jody, Jean & Amy Rogers — **Mae, Jody, Jean, and Amy Rogers – Holiday Mischief and Memories**– Paper chains strung up, toys in hand, and four siblings grinning like Christmas came early. Mae in her bright stripes, Jody mid-laugh, Jean glowing beside him, and Amy peeking from the back. The house may not have been fancy, but the love and laughter always showed up in full color.

Mae, Jean, Jody & Mike Rogers — **Mae, Jean, Jody, and Mike Rogers – Summer Evening at Strawtown Pike**
Perched on the back of the car with the barn behind them and the sun going down, these four looked like a little gang of their own. Mae and Jean with their shy smiles, Jody in the middle with that spark in his eyes, and Mike on the bumper in full big-brother mode. Summer evenings like this didn’t need plans—they just were.

Jody, Becky, Mischelle, Amy, Ishmael & Kathy Rogers — **Jody, Becky, Mischelle, Amy, Ishmael, and Kathy Rogers – All Gathered In**
There’s something magical about a couch packed full of people you love. Jody sat up front with that big smile, Becky snuggled in with wide eyes, Mischelle and Amy right behind them. Ishmael and Kathy filled in the front row, peeking through the glow of Christmas cards and tinsel.

Mae, Amy, Jean & Jody Rogers with Jeremey Miller — **Mae, Amy, Jean, Jody & Baby Jeremey – Christmas 1981** Tucked beside the tree on a December day, Jody proudly held baby Jeremey in his little blue snowsuit while Mae stood watchful, Amy peeked from behind, and Jean lit up the moment with a burst of laughter. It was one of those sweet Strawtown Pike Christmases—when the house was full, the tree shimmered, and Momma’s camera caught a memory in the making.

The Grandkids Jeremey Miller, Elizabeth Pulver, Shane Miller — **Jeremey, Elizabeth & Shane – Cousins on the Couch**– A trio of giggles and cartoon pajamas: Jeremey beamed from one end, Elizabeth clutched her Mickey toy with a shy finger to her lips, and little Shane sat sweet and serious. That bold orange floral couch saw more stories than it ever told—and on this day, it cradled three of Momma’s grandbabies all in a row, just soaking up the love.

**Jean, Amy & Jody Rogers – June 1977**— A barefoot summer afternoon beside Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bob’s red car—Jean, Amy, and Jody with treats in hand and grass between their toes. The photo’s a bit blurry, but the moment is clear as day. So many voices from those times have faded, and yet their stories still stir in the heart. That’s why we remember—so someday, someone else will know the joy, the laughter, and the love that came before them.

The Rogers Family — **The Whole Bunch – A Strawtown Pike Gathering**— Back left to front: Mae, Jody, Mike, Becky (you!), Dad (Ishmael), Little Ishmael, and Kathy standing tall behind a happy sprawl of Mischelle, Momma (Virginia), Amy, Nathan, and little Jean right up front with the biggest grin. A moment frozen in the middle of mayhem, where arms overlapped and laughter echoed off the wood-paneled walls. It was hot, crowded, probably noisy—and absolutely perfect. These were the days when the house felt like a heartbeat, pulsing with people you loved more than anything.

Jean Rogers — **Jean and the Backyard Herd – August 1980**— Jean had her hands full wrangling five of our beloved pups on that warm August afternoon, but she didn’t seem to mind a bit. Between the tail-wagging chaos and the tangle of leashes, it was just another day of country childhood magic—dirt on your knees, dogs at your heels, and a toy dump truck somewhere underfoot. Life was loud, grassy, and good.

Jean Rogers & Liz Pulver — **Jean Rogers & Niece Elizabeth Pulver** – Studious Moments and Sweet Company Jean sat perched on the edge of the couch, pencil in hand and papers spread across her lap, caught in a moment of focus and maybe even a little fun. Young Elizabeth looked up at her with wide eyes—no doubt soaking in every bit of her aunt’s attention and wisdom. It’s not always the loud memories that stay with us… sometimes it’s the quiet ones that shine the brightest.

Jeremey Miller, Jody Rogers & Ishmael Rogers — **Jeremey Miller on Dad’s Motorcycle** – Backyard Dreams & Barefoot Rides Perched proudly on his daddy Andy’s motorcycle, young Jeremey looked ready to hit the open road—even if his feet barely reached the pegs. In the background, Jody posed playfully while Ishmael watched from the porch, arms crossed like a true country dad surveying his kingdom. It was the kind of summer moment that stuck: sun high, grass warm, and a little boy feeling ten feet tall with a set of handlebars in his hands.

Jeremey Miller & Shane Miller — **Jeremey & Shane Miller – Brotherly Beginnings, Strawtown Pike, 1982** Jeremey, not much more than a baby himself, sat barefoot in the summer grass beside his newborn brother Shane—watching over him with wide-eyed wonder and just a hint of mischief behind that red ball cap. It was a warm June day on Strawtown Pike, and the bond between brothers was already blooming under the Indiana sun.

Andy & Jeremey Miller — **Jeremey’s First Christmas – December 1981**— Wrapped snug in his bright blue snowsuit, baby Jeremey soaked up the sights and sounds of his first holiday season. Andy held him close, all smiles and soft corduroy, while a young Rebecca and her daddy, Ishmael, stood nearby—surrounded by hand-cut Christmas décor and that unmistakable warmth only family brings. Even the tiniest moments—like a baby gripping his first crisp dollar—become stories told for generations.

Ruth Horner & Hazel Rogers — **Aunt Ruth Horner & Grandma Hazel Rogers – The Storytellers’ Corner**— Tucked into the corner of that old couch with its familiar floral threads, Aunt Ruth shared her thoughts with that classic no-nonsense hand wave, while Grandma Hazel sat beside her—watching, listening, and likely getting ready to chime in with her own quiet wisdom. The room behind them was layered with quilts and memories, but this—this was the moment where generations paused to visit, to remember, and to simply be together.

Virginia Rogers & Jeremey Miller — **Virginia Rogers & Grandson Jeremey – Christmas 1981** – Tucked snug in his puffy coat, Jeremey took in the sparkle of the Christmas tree with big eyes and tiny fingers wrapped around a candy cane. Just out of full view but close as ever, Momma—Virginia Rogers—held him steady in her arms, her face glowing with the quiet delight of the season. It was a moment of magic, love, and peppermint wonder—captured in the hush of a December evening.

“The roots we grow in the quiet corners of childhood are the ones that hold us forever.”

Winding Roads & Quiet Strength

In the years after Strawtown Pike, life shifted and settled in new ways. The road led from Kokomo to Kentucky, then back to Indiana—sometimes steady, sometimes with a detour or two. Through it all, Momma kept moving forward, carving out a quiet strength in the places she called home.

**The Bratton House**
nestled outside of Winchester, Kentucky—Mom’s favorite place they ever lived.

Family Re-union at Highland Park — **A day filled with laughter at Highland Park** —
**Back Row:** Janice Pinkerton, Virginia Rogers, Pamela & Ralph Cloar
**Front Row:** Buddy & Anita Harris

Elizabeth and her grandma, Virginia Rogers—a quiet moment on the porch.

**Virginia Rogers** with her daughter **Amy Rogers Chandler**
and granddaughters **Amanda "Mandy" Chandler** and **Ashley Chandler**—
just an ordinary day full of love.

Ishmael & Virginia Rogers — **Just the Two of Them** Taken out back at the Bratton House in Winchester, Kentucky — a quiet moment between Mom and Dad, where the breeze blew soft, and love settled in like home.

Ishmael, Jean, Mae, Virginia Rogers — **Rogers Re-union Memories**Rogers Reunion Memories From left to right: Dad (Ishmael Rogers), Jean Rogers, Mae Rogers, Momma (Virginia Rogers), and Amy Rogers Captured at a Rogers family reunion—no telling the year, but the smiles tell you all you need to know. Family, laughter, and a day full of love under the shade trees and sunshine.

Ishmael and Virginia Rogers with granddaughter Kayla Melanson — **Mom and Dad with granddaughter Kayla Melanson** —
that curly hair, little boots, and sleepy eyes say it all.
Just an everyday moment that now feels like gold.

Rogers Family — **Surrounded by Her Children** Momma and Daddy in the center, gathered with nearly all their children—Jody, Mike, Nathan, Mischelle, Rebecca, Katherine, Amy, Jean, and Mae. A rare moment when most everyone made it home at once.

Mom on the back porch with family — **A Porch Chat Kind of Day** Momma enjoying the sunshine with daughter Mischelle and two sons-in-law, John Pulver and Wes Chandler. Laughter, coffee, and good company—just the way she liked it.

Family Gathering on Elizabeth Street — **Just Another Day on Elizabeth Street**
Gathered in the living room of Mom and Dad’s house in Kokomo, laughter and chatter filled the air as little feet scurried and plates were passed. This was what family meant—shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, all under one roof.

Mike & Virginia Rogers — **Mike & Mom** Sometimes love doesn’t need a big moment—it just shows up in the comfort of being side by side. Mike and Momma, caught in a peaceful pause, sharing a smile in the middle of an ordinary day.

Mike Rogers, Jocelyn Morgan & Virginia Rogers — **Three Generations**
One Couch Mike sitting close, little Jocelyn bursting with joy, and Momma just soaking in the moment with her eyes closed and heart wide open. These are the kind of days you never plan—but always remember.

Mischelle, Mom, Nick, Liz, & Dad at Grandpa's house — **Gathered at Grandpa’s Table** April 1986 – After Grandma Rogers passed, Mom and Dad moved in to care for Grandpa. Mischelle helps serve plates while Grandpa Matt waits at the table with the little ones, Elizabeth and Nicholas. Daddy (Ishmael) sits nearby, steady and quiet. These were the kind of days held together by simple meals, family hands, and a whole lot of love.

Mischelle & Liz Pulver with Mom & Dad — **A Moment on the Couch** Virginia gently cradles baby Elizabeth while Mischelle and Ishmael look on. Days like this were stitched together with quiet warmth, a steady rhythm of rocking chairs, baby coos, and the hum of family all around.

Mom & Dad's bedroom on Murden Street — **Murden Street Memories**
The floral bedspread and pink walls were pure Virginia. This room on Murden Street in Kokomo was one of their cozy little havens.

Mom's kitchen on Murden Street — **Mom’s Kitchen on Murden Street**
The heart of the home—where coffee was always brewing, grandkids ran in and out the sliding door, and Mom somehow made holidays and everyday suppers feel like a celebration. That little round table and the counter stools saw more laughter, snacks, and stories than we could ever count.

Sheila & Nathan Rogers, Rebecca Miller, Virginia Rogers & Jennifer Rogers — **A Couch Full of Rogers**
Gathered in the soft afternoon light, this was one of those ordinary days made special just by being together. From left to right: Sheila, Nathan, Rebecca, Virginia & Jennifer Rogers—relaxing, chatting, and sharing a moment of peace with Benny Beans curled up next to Momma. These are the kinds of memories that settle in deep and stay warm.

Poopy, Mom & Dad's Dog — **Poopy keeping watch** There was never a more loyal little shadow than Poopy. Whether it was a new baby in the basket or someone just needing company, she was always close by—quiet, scruffy, and full of heart.

Virginia Rogers & Buddy Harris — **Virginia with her Uncle Buddy Harris** —sharing a laugh that lit up the room. Even through health challenges, their bond brought moments of joy, reminding us that family connection never fades, even in the twilight of our days.

Virginia Rogers & Great Grandson Isaiah Miller — **Virginia holding her great-grandson Isaiah Miller** —one of the brightest joys of her later years. Moments like these stitched generations together, wrapping her legacy in love that would carry on far beyond her time.

Virginia Rogers & Grandson Tyler Rogers — **Virginia holding her grandson Tyler** —an early moment of love that would ripple through the years. There was always something about how she cradled a baby... like the whole world could pause in her arms for just a little while.

Virginia Rogers when she went to South Dakota — **Mom visiting Mischelle in South Dakota** —surrounded by the wide open prairie, a few curious horses, and a loyal pup nearby. Her quiet love for animals and the simple life shone through in moments like these.

Virginia Rogers holding Jeremey Miller, Mary Doan holding Shane Miller & Mischelle Pulver holding Elizabeth Pulver — Three generations gathered close—Virginia holding Jeremy, Grandma Mary Doan holding Shane, and big sister Mischelle with little Liz. It was rare to get this many hearts in one room, and rarer still to catch the moment in a single frame. But here they are—layers of love, laughter, and legacy all stitched together.

Virginia Rogers and Grandchildren — **Virginia with four of her great-grandchildren** —Oliver, Gabriella, Marabelle, and Samson—gathered around her like flowers in a bouquet. There was something about her presence that made even an ordinary kitchen feel like a warm, blooming garden of love.

Virginia Rogers, Ishmael Rogers,Ruth Rogers & Jody Rogers — **Taken at the Bratton House in Kentucky**
when Aunt Ruth came down for a visit. From left to right: Virginia, Ishmael, Ruth, and Jody Rogers. Next to them, the old well —water had to be hauled up with a 5-gallon bucket and chain. With no running water at the time, a water truck had to bring it in. Life was rough, but they made do… together.

Jeanine's Daughter, Jeanine Ottinger, Virginia Rogers & Pam Cloar — **Mom enjoying a day out at the Backstreet Boys concert** with her great-niece, niece Jeanine Ottinger, and sister Pam Cloar. From Hanson shirts to pop music sing-alongs, Mom proved time and again that age had nothing on a good day out with the girls.

Virginia Rogers & Trixie — **Mom sharing a quiet moment with her faithful companion, Trixie**
The laughter in her eyes and the pup curled against her shoulder said everything—comfort, trust, and love, all wrapped up in one perfect snapshot of home.

Where the Road Gently Ends

In the quiet days that followed, the house settled. Time slowed. The stitches grew softer, smaller. Though no obituary ever graced the paper, her story was already written—in every hug, every laugh, every photo, and every bit of love she left behind.

This is how we remember her: hand in hand with Dad, love still glowing, even as the road gently curved out of sight.

Virginia standing behind Ishmael smiling, hands on his shoulders — **A soft evening together** —Virginia leaning gently over Ishmael, her hands resting on his shoulders. Sixty-three years of marriage, and the love still shone through every glance.

Virginia and Ishmael hugging tightly — **Held close. In a moment of stillness,** Ishmael wrapped his arms around her. Their hearts had grown up together—and they held each other through it all.

Virginia resting on Ishmael’s shoulder under a floral quilt — **Quiet comfort** Nestled under a blanket, Virginia leaned into Ishmael’s side. No words needed—just a lifetime of love between them.

In Loving Memory of Virginia (Ginger) Eileen Rogers

Virginia (Ginger) Eileen (Simmons–Doan) Rogers, 80, passed away peacefully on February 11, 2022. She was born February 5, 1942, in Kokomo, Howard County, Indiana, to Mary Alice (Harris) Doan and Clifton Earl Simmons.

Virginia married Ishmael E. Rogers on August 6, 1958, in Kokomo, Indiana. Together they built a life grounded in faith, hard work, and unconditional love. She found joy in quilting, reading, and bargain hunting, but her heart was most at home surrounded by family. Her children and grandchildren were her greatest treasures.

She is survived by her devoted husband of 63 years, Ishmael Rogers, and their children: Mischelle (John) Pulver, Rebecca Miller, Katherine (Robert) Melanson, Ishmael E. Rogers, Nathan E. (Johanna) Rogers, Michael T. Rogers, Amy (Roger) Ramsey, Eugenia “Jean” (Jeffrey) Chandler, and Jody Rogers; her sister, Pamela (Doan) Cloar; and her many cherished grandchildren: Jeremey Miller, Shane (Kathy) Miller, Elizabeth (Jess) Pollard, Nicholas (Stacy) Pulver, Kayla (Ryan) Surbey, Robert A. (Michelle Lewicki) Melanson, Kimberly (Troy Moore) Melanson, Jared Rogers, Jennifer (Elijah) Gibson, Tyler (Kendra Trent) Rogers, Amanda (Drew) Jameson, Emily (Nelson) Ramos, Sarah (Stephen) Henderson, Ashley Yeung, and Courtney Mathews.

Preceding her in death are her parents Mary Alice (Harris) Doan, Clifton E. Simmons, and stepfather Elmer L. Doan; her brothers Phillip Doan and Gary L. Doan; her daughter Virginia "Mae" (Mark) Detamore; and several beloved grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

“She stitched love into every quilt and laughter into every room. Her road may have ended, but her legacy travels on in every heart she touched.”