Kesterson, Alvin s/o Richard Edward and Lula Mae (Brooks) Kesterson
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Kesterson, Bonnie Jean d/o Richard Edward and Lula Mae (Brooks) Kesterson
      b. Apr. 5, 1930 d. May 11, 1983
Kesterson, Clyde s/o Richard Edward and Lula Mae (Brooks) Kesterson
Anna Mae (Kesterson) Mahan 18 Mar 1927-30 Apr 2002
McMahan, Charles H. 17 Nov 1909 - 2 Feb 1869 Pvt. U.S. Army WW II

Obituary: Anna Mae Kesterson McMahan, 75, of Clinton passed away Tuesday, April 30, 2002, at Methodist Medical Center in Oak Ridge. She was born March 18, 1927 in Anderson County. She was a member of Pine Ridge Baptist Church. She had worked 15 years at Magnet Mills where she ran a staying machine in the box department. She had worked several years during the summer months for Hammers selling potting plants. Preceded in death by husband, Charlie McMahan; parents, Richard Edward and Lula Matt Brooks Kesterson; sister, Bonnie Jean Kesterson; brothers, Clyde and Alvin Kesterson. Survivors include: sons, Paul Homer McMahan of Harriman and Terry Wayne McMahan of Clinton; step-daughter, Dottie Duncan and husband Lynn of Clinton; three granddaughters and three grandsons; sister, Ruby Patterson of Clinton; brother, Ancil Kesterson and wife Della of Oak Ridge; several nieces, nephews and a host of friends. The family will receive friends 7-9 pm Wednesday, May 1, 2002 at Holley-Gamble Funeral Home in Clinton. The funeral service will be held 2 pm Thursday, in the chapel with the Rev. Sammy Epperson officiating. Interment will follow the service at Poplar Creek Baptist Church Cemetery in Marlow. Holley-Gamble Funeral Home of Clinton in charge of arrangements. (Source: Clinton Courier News 5 May 2002

Charlie lived at Rural Route # 2 Clinton Tennessee on the old McMahan home place. He and his wife Anna Mae raised two sons Paul and Terry. One thing that stands out in my memory of Charlie was the fact that he was a real good mechanic. He could take his hands and short out a six cylinder flat head motor. He had a brain hemmorage when the boys were still small, and lost his ability to work on cars. But he loved his boys more than anything in the world. He would pat them on the head and say God Bless my little man.