tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45959315790118118742024-03-12T16:44:11.841-07:00My Missing Cousinsgenie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-16402095470227673262020-11-03T08:53:00.003-08:002020-11-03T08:53:37.459-08:00Grant County Wisconsin Families & Scapple<p> Scapple - haven't heard of it? Probably not, but it's a program developed by the same people who brought us Scrivener, a program for writers. Scapple is helpful for making quick charts. I've used it for cataloguing blog posts, ideas for blogs, research lists, etc. It really has no limitations, other than the user (me). And it's quick and easy to learn. </p><p>Here's one I've made because I could never remember all the different family names in Grant County, Wisconsin. Early on I thought we only had one Martin and one Hess family. Over the years, I've found that many of Mrs. Martin's family came from Virginia with her (the Peck family). Another researcher along the way indicated there was another Hess family, possibly related. I think they are right, and I base that only on the fact that my great grandfather Charles Hess sold land to Gottfried (sometimes listed as Christian) Hess. There is a possibility they also were military men, but that requries a bit more research. And what is the weird (?) Pittsburgh connection with the immigrant men to Grant County. Some kind of stopover, apparently. Again, more research! </p><p>Here's the chart of my related families for Grant County, Wisconsin. There are more because I haven't added the grandchildren and their spouses. This quick easy reference has been valuable to me for researching.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6kejCTstKCWOPtLBp-03YGbbx7_ydteCP6F9toE-UnFHuLGD7_CbEe32uXHv1CFtsgkaM972zQT5kjdQf7UwDW1C0tacHu4WWbD3ScOoB50dQEGfv7ve_lcF0vETt9Lujf55fsOUWbo/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="919" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6kejCTstKCWOPtLBp-03YGbbx7_ydteCP6F9toE-UnFHuLGD7_CbEe32uXHv1CFtsgkaM972zQT5kjdQf7UwDW1C0tacHu4WWbD3ScOoB50dQEGfv7ve_lcF0vETt9Lujf55fsOUWbo/w520-h367/image.png" width="520" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S. Scapple and Scrivener are available through literatureandlatte.com. I have no connection nor do I receive any compensation. I've just found them both helpful programs for organizing me.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-25521205371594701992020-10-28T12:24:00.000-07:002020-10-28T12:24:05.896-07:00The Power of Old Maps<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Question: Is it likely someone discharged from Ft.Snelling </span><st1:state style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on">Minnesota</st1:state><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> in 1846 would then settle in Grant County,
Wisconsin, across from </span><st1:place style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Dubuque</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">Iowa</st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">? I thought not. Searching Google maps, overland, seemed quite a distance for my great
grandfather Hess to end up farming in southwest </span><st1:state style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Wisconsin</st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">. I came across a book by George B.
Merrick about his life as a steamboat captain on the </span><st1:place style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Mississippi</st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> from 1854 to 1863 and began to
understand travel in the area around 1850. The </span><st1:place style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on">Mississippi
River</st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> was like one of our major freeways, except the means of
transportation was different. If you look at the map, you can see just how easy
that trip would be. People could hop off and on all up and down the river. This
is helpful with other families as well, as I have some going as far as </span><st1:city style="font-family: "Courier New";" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New Orleans</st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> during the
same time period. Ft. Snelling is in the upper left and Grant County, Wisconsin is in the lower right.</span></p>
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The<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Recollections of a Steamboat Pilot
from 1854 to 1863. </i><span style="text-align: left;">From Map of the </span><st1:state style="text-align: left;" w:st="on">Mississippi</st1:state><span style="text-align: left;">
between </span><st1:city style="text-align: left;" w:st="on">St. Louis</st1:city><span style="text-align: left;"> and </span><st1:city style="text-align: left;" w:st="on">St.
Paul</st1:city><span style="text-align: left;"> to illustrate Old Times on the </span><st1:state style="text-align: left;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mississippi</st1:place></st1:state><span style="text-align: left;"> by Geo.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">B. Merrick. Pub. 1908</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Available on Gutenberg.org. Project Gutenberg ebook #47262</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-29930650612701932852020-04-01T14:28:00.001-07:002020-04-01T14:28:25.340-07:0052 Ancestors - Week 12 - Popular?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Confession: I'm finding writing something relevant to the prompts for this series to be sometimes challenging. Reading blog posts from others is helpful. Maybe with all the coronavirus news going on it's just a bit difficult to stay on any task. The "stay at home" or "shelter in place" orders <u>should</u> be making it easier, right?<br />
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This week the prompt is "popular." My first thought was just how would I know someone was popular? I never knew most of them. Even my grandparents died long before I was born. After reading the <a href="https://needlesinahaystackblog.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Needles in a Haystack</a> blog, I started thinking about the one uncle I find intriguing because of his smile. Meet Charles Edward Hawk and wife Amelia Idella Sterner of Letcher, Dakota.<br />
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Charlie and Mattie Hawk, Davison County, South Dakota</div>
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I love this photo of my Uncle Charlie because of his eyes. The smile is nice too, but it seems happiness radiates from his eyes. Sadly I never met him. Anyone who smiled so easily must have been likeable, or popular. Some people just seem to radiate happiness.<br />
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Here's another photo from when they were young and either newly married or engaged. It's easy to understand the "happy" on his face. She is always reserved. I think most people were reserved in their photos back then, especially when posing for photos. They were married in September 1921.<br />
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I'm wondering about the little girl in the background. She could be a neighbor, or one of his brother John's daughters. One of those daughters, Edythe Helen Hawk, would have been six or seven years old. She sure looks happy! John also lived in South Dakota, both in Letcher, and Wall, before settling in the southwest corner of Minnesota. Sadly, Charlie and Mattie had no children of their own.<br />
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For some reason, I tend to link his smiles with a sense of place, in this case South Dakota. Does "place" make a difference? Books have been written about this. Charlie had been in the first World War. He had lost his brother who was shot in France during that war. And yet his coutenance in the few photos I've been able to gather always show someone comfortable with his lot in life.<br />
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I should probably explain that family photos were in several trunks lost in a fire when I was growing up on the home place in Texas. I did love looking at those pictures as a little girl, and sure wish I had them now!<br />
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A lot of stories I remember from childhood were about the depression, the dust bowl, the many deaths, tuberculosis, cancer. Not so much happy. This doesn't mean they didn't laugh, just that the family stories from the past I heard were mostly about sad times. Or maybe that's just what I remember. Possibly that's why I'm so intrigrued with this man's smiles. I think I would have liked this uncle.<br />
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genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-10253900389462841102020-02-15T16:16:00.002-08:002020-02-28T13:59:48.494-08:00Mystery of the Missing Wife - 52 Ancestors - Close to Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1900 and 1910 censuses in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Galveston
County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state></st1:place>. This was a close-to-home mystery, as I had
lived on <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Galveston</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Island</st1:placetype></st1:place>. </div>
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I had been searching for her death record for quite awhile to
fill in this great-grandmother’s details. (Family members - not mine personally.) Her husband, Nicholas Pier, died
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s in many <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">First</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Lutheran</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Church</st1:placetype></st1:place> records, along
with their daughters and their families. A visit to the Rosenberg Library in
2014 didn’t lead to any break-through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There
was, however, two Nicholas Pier men in their records.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One died in 1900 and one in 1918.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We knew our Nicholas, the cigar maker, died in 1918. </div>
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I returned home and kept looking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My thoughts were: </div>
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3. Long shot, but did she return home to <st1:state w:st="on">Louisiana</st1:state> to live with family?</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: #efefef; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";">Keystone View Company. </span><cite style="color: #333333; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">Seeking valuables in the wreckage, Galveston, Texas</span></cite><span style="background-color: #efefef; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";">. </span><st1:place style="color: #333333; font-family: arial;" w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Meadville</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Pa.</st1:state></st1:place><span style="background-color: #efefef; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";">:
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No records were online for her death in the 1900 storm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor could I find records over in Port
Arthur/Beaumont area, after much searching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She didn’t seem to have returned to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">New Orleans</st1:city></st1:place> either. Then I looked for
Nicholas Pier who died in 1900. Maybe he was a cousin or other relative. City
directories are pretty complete for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Galveston</st1:place></st1:city>,
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On a more recent trip to Texas, I went back to Rosenberg Library to see if
they had more records for the tragic 1900 storm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned most of the people were recognized
in some way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is an alphabetized list
of more than 5000 missing and dead. </div>
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storm, either from injuries sustained, or from disease brought about as a
result of living conditions immediately after the storm. See the photo of
some of the tents erected for the residents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Citizens</span> also built temporary wooden structures from the lumber
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Looking over a list of available research materials in the library the night
before I was to leave, I noticed a record titled “Death Certificates, City of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Galveston</st1:place></st1:city>, ca. 1880 –
1910.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very few <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Texas</st1:place></st1:state> death certificates are available
before 1903. By this time, it had occurred to me that maybe the Mr. Nicholas
Pier who died in 1900 was in fact a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Mrs</b>.
Nicholas Pier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You may have already
guessed this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I elected to stay another
day, and am so glad I did. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, the funeral home death record clearly
said Mrs. Nicholas Pier and listed her as female. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Problem solved!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The librarians there were so helpful. I don't think my happy dance impressed them though.<br />
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for the homeless, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Galveston</st1:place></st1:city>'s
awful disaster</span></cite>. <st1:city w:st="on">New York</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">U.S.A.</st1:country-region>: American Stereoscopic <st1:place w:st="on">Co.</st1:place>
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<i>Death Certificates, City of Galveston, ca. 1880 - 1910. MS#86-0005 microfilm. Copy at Clayton Library, Houston.</i><br />
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Duplication of names is one thing, but this then leads to misattribution of families. This particular group I found quite upsetting for awhile. I could understand people taking my John Hawk genealogy and using it. After all, I listed my tree online around 1996 for that very reason. At that point I had been working on it for about 15 years and had even visited the home counties in <st1:state w:st="on">West Virginia</st1:state>, <st1:state w:st="on">Indiana</st1:state>, and <st1:place w:st="on">Illinois</st1:place>. But more recently I started finding genealogical information for my John Hawk on records for a Johnny Green Hawk. I hadn't run across a middle name for my John.</div>
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To make matters worse, both men had sons named George Washington, both sons born in the 1820’s, and both ended up in <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state>. I think that’s where the trouble started! The father John <b>G.</b> Hawk also patented land in <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state> – more problems, but I’ve not found a <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state> record that linked to my John Hawk of <st1:state w:st="on">Illinois</st1:state>. George Washington was a popular given name in those days, as many were named after the first POTUS. So finding many with that name wasn't upsetting. But when researchers started giving <b>my</b> great grandfather George W. Hawk<b> two</b> wives and <b>two</b> sets of children in two different counties at the same time, well, this was quite upsetting. </div>
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One day I stopped and questioned just what he (<b>my G.W</b>.) might have thought about all this. I didn’t know him, but something tells me he might find it amusing that anyone thought he had two families. It's helpful to think he might find it funny, but I can’t say I do! Then again, polygamy was an issue in those days so he might not appreciate it. He would probably be happy (and surprised) to know that he's remembered at all over 100 years after his death. I can't even imagine that.</div>
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More distressing, according to one researcher on ancestry, my great grandfather (<b>my G.W.</b>) even died in<b> two</b> different places many years apart. He first died in <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state>, and then apparently rose from the dead, and died later to be buried in <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state>! That would really be something to brag about – if it had happened. I do understand how easy it is to grab that info from other trees, especially when we are new to ancestry.</div>
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Johnny Green Hawk might be more interesting study than my John Hawk, who was the farmer known in Christian County, Illinois as "the old Virginian." I found these entries from different researchers on rootsweb which helps to explain the Johnny Green Hawk and son G. W. genealogy: </div>
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<li><b><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="color: #36322d; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt; text-indent: -0.25in;">I have a Johnny Green Hawk in my ancestry. I do not have birth or death dates or places. He had a son, George Washington Hawk, Sr. I do not know if G.W. had siblings. Geo. W. was born in 1820 in North Carolina and died bef. 1858 in Miller County, MO. He married Clarinda Boyd who was born in 1824 in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Greenup County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">KY.</st1:state></st1:place> and died bef 1870 in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Miller County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">MO.</st1:state></st1:place> They had children James D. Hawk, Robert Hawk, John R. Hawk, George W. Hawk, Jr. and my ancestor Mary Rahab Hawk. Mary was born Sep 6, 1844 in Miller County, MO. and died on Oct 1, 1909. Mary married John Grosvenor and their daughter Caroline was my great grandmother. Caroline married Renault C. Clark and their daughter Stella was my grandmother. Any of this sound familiar</span><span style="color: #36322d; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;">?</span></b></li>
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<b>Mine:</b> John Hawk, born <st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state> 1824. This is my 2<sup>nd</sup> great grandfather. He married Margaret (Peggy) <st1:city w:st="on">Groves</st1:city> in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Hardy</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>. They left Hardy (now Grant) County, <st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state> (now <st1:state w:st="on">West Virginia</st1:state>) about 1838 and went to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Tippecanoe County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Indiana</st1:state></st1:place>. They lived in the southern part near the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Montgomery</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place> line. Before 1860 they moved to <st1:placename w:st="on">Christian</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">County</st1:placename>, <st1:place w:st="on">Illinois</st1:place>, where Peggy died in 1858. Their oldest son was named George Washington Hawk. John then married Nancy Buskirk Kenneman, and they had one child, Dolly, born in 1861. </div>
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<b>The other: </b> John G. Hawk, aka Johnny Green Hawk: This may be the John G. Hawk who patented land in 1860 in Barry County, Missouri. Other than finding the rootsweb notes above I haven’t been able to find a lot about him, except he had also lived in Tennessee. </div>
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<b>The other: </b>George Washington Hawk, born either <st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state> or the Carolinas, was on the 1850 census in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Osage County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state></st1:place>. He married Clarinda Boyd in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Miller County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state></st1:place> and died before 1860. Clarinda was living in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Miller</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place> in 1860. I lose her after that.</div>
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Today I got lucky - accidentally - tracing a distant relative and found a link to his homestead claim near Buffalo, Wyoming - the very same place I workamped two years ago. It never occurred to me to search for relatives in Buffalo, although I knew I have some living near Sheridan.<br />
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This goverment site is easy to use - just type in the name - and if you know the state that is a plus.<br />
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In this case, the exact property isn't shown. However, since it was in Section 35, that would be the next to the last section on the bottom right. This property was right on the county line with Rooks County. My grandmother's family (Hess) lived on the other side of the county line. Gee, wonder how they met?</div>
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when I had the chance to talk to her about the man I was dating.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> With a</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> 20 year age gap I had some concern.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">She gave me this
advice:</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">Be sure you don't</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">go all the way through the cane field!</span></b><br />
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with us girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were underwhelmed! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A plain old sugar cookie would have been
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She explained that my grandparents, rather than lecture, used parables to teach their children. There was the one about the
farm down the road where the sons always had some reason they just couldn’t
get to the field to help their dad.
One would forget the rake so of course had to go back to the barn to find it. Another was sure he had seen a snake in the field which needed taking care of before any work could be done. But first he had to find a
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</span>Aunt Lemie explained that the best sugar cane grows in the middle of the
field.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone probably knows that, but the
picky person will keep going down the row looking for the plumpest, juiciest
piece.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s probably a better one
just a little bit farther.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And still a
bit farther. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This continues until the
person gets to the end of the row, to the part of the field that gets the least moisture. Here the cane is spindly and dry, and not worth harvesting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oops. Again, you get the picture.</span><br />
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<st1:place style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" w:st="on">Lena</st1:place><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Murrel Bond, b. 1917,
d. 2000.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> RIP </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Because Aunt Lemie lived in </span><st1:state style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> we rarely saw
her and that was our loss.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We thought
her children the most beautiful and sophisticated of all.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> We were farm kids mesmerized by the glamour of the city.</span></div>
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Sisters, even far apart, can maintain a close
connection. For my mother, she and my
Aunt Hazel were very close, born two years apart. So close that at
one time the story is they even traded boyfriends. I
think Aunt Hazel ended up marrying that one, and I don’t know what happened to the other poor fellow. I wish this was in color so you could see her beautiful red hair. What a sweet, lovely woman.</div>
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We would make the ten hour trip up to north <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state> from the Gulf coast to
visit Aunt Hazel and Uncle John. How my
sister and I enjoyed those trips! Suitcases
were put in the floorboards in the back seat and a quilt laid over them to make
a nice comfortable area for Sis and I to play or nap.
No seat belts in those days!
Activities were included such as our dolls, new coloring books, and new
crayons (my favorite!), and another favorite: paper doll cutout books. The time seemed to pass quickly. We made sure to count the number of times we
crossed the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Brazos</st1:placename>
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When we got up north to our <st1:place w:st="on">West Texas</st1:place>
family we had four cousins to enjoy. I’m
not sure why we always said our "<st1:place w:st="on">West Texas</st1:place>
cousins." They lived near <st1:place w:st="on">Wichita Falls</st1:place>.
Possibly that’s considered to be where North <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state>
meets <st1:place w:st="on">West Texas</st1:place>. We did a lot of playing outside and my
memories are of the sand – lots and lots of sand. My other memory is the windbreaks, a line of
trees planted to help protect the fields from erosion caused by the strong winds. There were lots of good times under those
trees. Now I'm not a fan of sand or
wind – hence the reason I ended up in the sandy, windy, high desert of <st1:state w:st="on">Arizona</st1:state>. A little warning: be careful what you say you are positive you will never do! I like to think I’ve
conquered that habit, but...</div>
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A favorite memory of our summer visits was eating
watermelon. Uncle John would gather us
up in a truck and take us to the fields to find ripe melons. Once he told us we were going to go “steal”
some watermelons from another farmer’s patch. I’m sure I was keeping watch for the farmer to show up and run us
out. Might he call the sheriff? We weren’t caught, and those melons sure
tasted sweet. Later I learned the
field belonged to Uncle John’s brother! So much for “stealing.” He must have enjoyed
pulling a fast one on the little girls from south <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state> who were so afraid (scared to death?) of being
caught. I suspect my cousins were in on the joke, but they’ve never said
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Aunt Hazel and Mother would have a great visit while we were
busy with the cousins. I’m sure the
visits were never long enough, because they weren’t that often. It was a great loss when Aunt Hazel died at only
48 years old. My mother grieved so much
and mentioned often how close they were.
She explained that in big families the siblings often paired off by
twos. It was a close family, as often
happens when families make it through hard times together. Having each other to depend on made life a little easier. After the funeral,
Mother never went back to north <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state>. At that point, her family was down to four siblings from ten, plus they had lost both parents. We sure missed our cousins, and the trips up north.</div>
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My mother had another sister with whom she was very close,
my darling Aunt Jackie, who lived only 90 miles away. And I have such a neat story about her youngest sister, Lena, at least one that I remember quite often. I’ll write about them on future Sibling
Saturdays or Sundays.genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-17167043772231944962018-01-12T12:17:00.000-08:002018-01-12T13:17:19.394-08:00Remembering Uncle Buddy<h2 class="first-msg" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 35px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">August 9, 1901 - January 17, 1949</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIM7AnQQUm_qf5rVtD3Fm_jT9nAKPFrE3_U4RcLQ7EImX5gGcY6t515cRIOubRym8iWD9XzTkYqz8ZiWzUhWEH_3JJ9qlKIiUlkvMVCW-NjEIy8IkJc04j58swZUC6OiUDxNn4b0DRI4/s1600/Bond+File+original+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="538" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIM7AnQQUm_qf5rVtD3Fm_jT9nAKPFrE3_U4RcLQ7EImX5gGcY6t515cRIOubRym8iWD9XzTkYqz8ZiWzUhWEH_3JJ9qlKIiUlkvMVCW-NjEIy8IkJc04j58swZUC6OiUDxNn4b0DRI4/s320/Bond+File+original+065.jpg" width="193" /></a><b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Charles Bond was the second born of the ten children born to Benjamin Moses and Nora Bond. He was the oldest of the four boys and mixed in between were six sisters. All the siblings called him Charlie, or Bud, but all of his little nieces and nephews called him Uncle Buddy. Charlie was a happy, laid back man, very cheerful and full of mischief. Nearly everyone who remembered Charlie had a funny story to tell about him.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">There was always laughter when they shared their memory. In their early years the family lived in Bonham, Texas where Grace was born in 1899, Charlie in 1901 and Jewel in 1903. Then they moved to Tishomingo, Oklahoma for a while. Josephine (1906), Hazel (1908), Bennie (1910), Lewis (1912 and Jackie (1915) were all born there. Farming wasn’t going well by
then. In fact, the family lost their farm and their dad had to begin farming for other people. In 1914 they were
raising cotton for a Mr. Morgan in Pontotoc, Oklahoma. A girl, Bertha, was born there who did not live long.
Some time after that they returned to Texas. In 1918 the youngest girl, Lena, was born in Bagwell, Texas.
Charlie didn’t care for his middle name of Monroe, so when he became about eighteen years of age he
changed his name to Steven Charles. However, to his family and friends he always remained Charlie. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Charlie left home as a young man, sometime after 1920, and went out West to work. In 1926 he was
working on a ranch in Casper, Wyoming as a bronco buster among many other things and the rest of the
family was now living in Clarksville, Texas. My mother, Jackie, said Charlie also did a few stints as a double
for the Cowboy actor, Tom Mix, in a few of his movies. Evidently, he was quite adventurous as well as a
good rider. There is a picture of him, taken in 1926, when he was about 25 years old, fishing with a friend
on Trapper Lake in Colorado. There is also a couple of photos of him dressed in his cowboy outfit. He made
quite a handsome cowboy. While Charlie was out West he married Hannah Cripps from Iroquois, South
Dakota. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">There are three letters from Charlie that he wrote May 7, 1926 from Casper, Wyoming to his father,
mother and brother, Jewel, in Clarksville. These letters are a treasure and express the true essence of the kind
of man Charlie Bond really was. Evidently, Grandmama had been quite sick and she had written to him
requesting that he come home. Charlie not only answered her letter but wrote back to his dad and brother as
well. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">He said to his dad that although he was very worried about his mother he could not come for at least
a month. He said that a bronc had fallen on him and he was all crippled up. The way he said it was, “Dad,
a horse fell on me and rolled down the hill, plum over me and almost mashed my guts out of me. I didn’t
think I was hurt much at first so I got back on another one and he bucked for a quarter of a mile with me. I
thought he would never stop and when I got off of him I was spitting blood in a stream. I had to be brought
into town to a doc and the boss hired another man to replace me.” Charlie said he thought he was better now
and he would get another job in a couple of days and after he had worked five or six weeks to get enough
money he would come home. He hoped and prayed that his mother was not as bad off as his dad thought she
was. Things didn’t happen fast in those days and it would take money to get from Wyoming to Texas, but
I suspect he wasn’t as well as he said. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A</span>long with that letter to his dad Charlie also wrote to his mother on the same day. He tells her that he
would come home at once but he is all crippled up from a horse falling on him and the boss had hired another
man in his place while he was ill. He is just waiting to gain a little strength before going back to work. He
will be home in six weeks if nothing else happens to him. This letter is very sweet as he speaks kindly to his
mother and assures her that he is still a Godly man. He calls her his darling mother and says, “Now mother,
don’t you worry any about me, for I am entirely well, just a little weak from being in bed, but I’m up all the
time now. Mother, I do hope you are better by now and maybe you are, for I have been praying for you every
day since I got your letter. No Mother, I do not drink whiskey at all, or gamble either, so you don’t need to
worry any at all.” He wishes he was at home with her and assures her he will be home in five or six weeks.
This big 25 year old man signs his letter, From your loving little boy C. M. Bond.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Jewel must have sent Charlie a letter in with Grandmama’s, therefore he writes Jewel a letter as well.
He says, “Dear Brother, I was surely glad to get your letter and also glad that you are home with mother for
she would be so lonely with both of us gone from home. Jewel you must be very good to mother, which I
know you will and I will soon be home and we can both be good to her.” He says, “I have been gone from
home almost three years and that is a long time to be away from my mother.” Again he repeats that he is
going to work five or six weeks and will come home. He asks him to write to him real soon. These letters are
written in very large handwriting as Charlie had bad eyesight. When Grandmama wrote to him she also used
large handwriting. I’m sure that he did go home for a while soon after that to see his mother and then returned
to the West some time later. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">In 1927 the family moved to West Columbia, Texas and became Truck Farmers. They said
Grandmama felt better living in this area of Texas. However, in 1930 their dad became ill with diabetes.
There wasn’t much they could do for that in those years except diet. Charlie and Jewel both came home that
year to help out with the farm and be near the family. Charlie worked as a mechanic in a garage and Hannah
stayed with her parents in South Dakota. By this time Grace, Josephine and Hazel had married. Hazel and
John were also with the family. Unfortunately, their dad died in June of that year from diabetes
complications. After their dad’s death Charlie returned to the West and for a while Lewis ran the farm, but
eventually the family moved farther South. Jewel looked for farm work around Texas and Oklahoma.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">By 1934 Grace lived in Highlands, Hazel lived in La Porte, not far from there. Josephine lived near
Liberty, Texas. After a while she and Leonard moved to Bay City, Texas. Jackie married in 1936. and she
and her husband went to Chicago for a while, then returned in September 1937 to South Texas. Lewis had
also married in 1936 and was living in Clifton, in Galveston County, not far from Hazel and Grace.
Grandmama and Lena took turns staying with all of them. Then Lena stayed with Grace and attended Robert
E. Lee High School in Baytown. There was a refinery on the coast at Texas city and Lewis worked there for
a while until he hurt his hand. After that he became a carpenter. </span></b></div>
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time and he is the only one that is laughing. Jewel was working on a ranch in Granada, Colorado that year,
not too far from where Charlie was. He must have spent time a lot of time with Charlie while he was out
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie (on right) and friend Fred Buckner in Wyoming</td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The next letter I have from Charlie is written October 3, 1937, also from Casper, Wyoming. This
letter was written to “mother and all.” It was sent in answer to the news that Jewel had been killed. Jewel had
died by falling off the back of a truck that September 26, while hitchhiking through Houston on his way to
see his mother in Highlands. This letter has a totally different tone, of course, but also shows a dear side of
Charlie and is evidence that he loved his mother and his brother. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In this letter Charlie says, “Just a few lines on this lonely old Sunday. I just cant get over poor little
old Jewel going like he did. Mama, it may make you feel better to know this but for the past two years
Hannah and I noticed that Jewel read his bible continuously and said his prayers night and morning. We
noticed that he said grace before he ate his meals. I feel sure he is at rest. Yet it is hard to think of him going
like that.” He continues, “I surely would like to have a letter from you. I feel a lot better than I have for years.
My eyes are a lot better too and I weigh 162 lbs.” “I have been doing some work for the widow of an old
friend of mine whose place is going to rock. In turn she is fitting me up with good heavy winter clothes and
a bed roll so I might not freeze when I go out to work which will be this next week.” He ends with Love, to
all. Sadly, the oldest sibling, Grace, died just a year after Jewel in August of 1938 with a lung infection. </span></b></div>
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Clifton, Texas (later renamed Bacliff) in about 1938 or 1939. Jackie and Jiggs had settled in Clifton near Grandmama and Lewis. There is a photo of Charlie pulling Joan in a wagon. She was born in 1937 and she
was about two years old. He is listed on the 1940 Census record and he and Hannah are members of the Bayshore Friends Church in 1942. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was born in 1942. My memories of Uncle Buddy are from when I was about three to six years old, but
I remember him distinctly. Charlie was about fourteen years older than my mother, Jackie, yet to me they
seemed to be very close. I remember him coming to see mama often and they would stand and talk out in the
back yard under the shade of the trees on hot summer days. Mama said he would tease me when I was very
small and I’d say, “Shut up, Unca Buddy” and he thought that was cute. The reason I remember him so well
is probably because he paid so much attention to his little nieces and nephews. He teased us, gave us nickels
and bought us ice cream cones. Charlie and Hannah had no children. Maybe that is why he paid us so much
attention but I really believe that he just liked us kids. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mama’s favorite story that she told me about Charlie was about the time he taught my sister Joan a song
to sing when she went to church. Joan was only about three or four years old and she learned to sing it well.
Mama always laughed when she told the story. The song was a cute little rhyme, “Horsie keep your tail up,
Horsie keep your tail up, Keep the sun out of my eyes.” The problem wasn’t that Joan sang it in church but
that she continued with it after everyone else stopped singing. I know Uncle Buddy got a bang out of hearing
about that episode. He did save Joan’s life once when they were out on a pier down on the bay. Joan fell off
the pier and before anyone could make a move Charlie promptly jumped into the water and pulled her out. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Daddy also told me several things about Charlie. He smiled as he told about the time his own car
wouldn’t start and he was about to be late for work. He walked down to Charlie’s house and asked if he
would bring his truck and help him get it started. Charlie said, "Sure, but not til after we have had a cup of
coffee." There was nothing to do but have a cup and wait til Charlie was ready to go, late or not. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Charlie loved a good joke. He liked to talk about how poor they were during the depression and how the
family only had one slice of bacon to eat. Therefore they tied a string on it before swallowing so they could
all share.... </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He worked with sheep for a while. They were kept on an island out in the bay. Many ranchers made use
of these little pieces of land. Daddy would go out and help him shear the wool off the sheep. He said that
while he held the sheep Charlie would shear one in about 20 minutes and all the wool came off in one piece. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There was a period of time when mama and several of her siblings caught TB. Mama said they caught
it from each other because they would kiss hello. They stopped doing that and as a child I was taught not to
kiss as a manner of greeting. Mama talked to us a lot about germs in fact, stressing caution about eating or
drinking after others. In 1936 her sister Josephine’s husband, Leonard, had died from TB. I’m guessing that
Charlie must have had TB in about 1944 or 1945. He and Hannah both had it. At some time Hannah also had
polio. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Charlie had to go away to stay in a hospital like they did in those days. Mama told me that she would
take a bus to go up and see him. There was a TB hospital in San Angelo, Texas. They didn’t know yet that
cigarettes were harmful and ironically she would take him a carton each time she went. In 1946 when I was
about four years old Jackie also got TB and she had to go to that same hospital for a while. After about two
months she got up and came home. She couldn’t stand being away from her family so she had to rest at home.
I remember the day she arrived home. She went straight to bed as the bus ride was very tiring. It was about
this time that Hannah divorced Charlie and took all his furniture. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In spite of being a laid back man and having such a sense of humor I suspect that Charlie was also an
intelligent man because he owned and operated his own business and owned a couple of houses. In April
1946 he purchased a 1 1/2 ton flat bed truck along with house moving equipment from Mr. Louie
Scarborough in Clifton. For the next several years he moved houses for a living. He purchased this for
1027.20 cents and paid it out at 85.60 a month for over a year. He must have done pretty well at it because
he completely paid out his mortgage on the equipment and that was quite a bit of money for that time. It was
also very heavy labor which required some precision and thinking. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know that he owned a house on Second Street and Grandmama lived with him sometimes because I
spent the night with her there once. But daddy said that he and mama lived there first and they traded the house to Uncle Buddy for the house and property on Thirteenth Street where I grew up. There were three lots
behind our house with another little house back there. Aunt Lemie lived there for a while with Diana and
Molly while Uncle Herbert was in the Navy. Molly was born while they lived there. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I guess Uncle Buddy kept ownership of that house because one day he came and put it up on wheels and
moved it around the side of our house over to the property across the street from us. When he got the house
half way around our house he left it sitting on the prairie for a bit while he and mama and daddy and Aunt
Lemie went into the house to drink coffee. While it was parked there I crawled up into the house which now
had the back wall out, convincing Diana and Molly to join me. I was always a daring child.We just sat there
feeling like we were very brave. For most of my life one of the big cement wheels he used in his work laid
at the back corner of our yard. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In December of 1949 Grandmama wrote to Charlie from West Texas where she was visiting Hazel. She
said she was coming home soon and then he would have his "worrywart" back. They were always very close.
She says to tell Ann hello for her. After his divorce Charlie had become friends with a lady named Ann, who
was a school teacher who lived on the bay. She had a pier behind her house where Mama and daddy, Joan
and I, would all go there to swim with her and Uncle Buddy. He was very happy. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Unfortunately, in January 1949, Charlie died quite suddenly while visiting her one evening. I don’t
think anyone knew that he had such a serious heart problem. Ann told the family that he developed a pain
in his chest. He walked over to her sofa and lay down and died very quickly. He was only 48 years old. As
it turned out he had arteriosclerosis and developed a coronary thrombosis. Grandmama received many
sympathy letters after Charlie died. One person who claimed he was like a brother said that he was such a
kind man, always helping people out. They mention that he had a spell with his heart while he was in the
hospital at San Angelo and must not have recovered from it. I hate to think of him doing something like
moving houses with a bad heart and a TB scar on his lung. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was only six years old at the time but I remember Uncle Lewis coming to our house to tell us that
he had died. Mama burst into tears. She was heart broken. It was a sad time for the whole family. I remember
mama crying at the funeral. The only siblings left after that were Josephine, Hazel, Lewis, Jackie and Lena.
Grandmama had lost five of her children. She died from breast cancer three years after Charlie’s death. I
believe that when Charlie Bond died, he took a lot of the family’s joy with him. He was the one who kept
them all laughing. However, he also left many fond memories which made everyone smile when they thought of him. I’m 75 years old now but I still feel the loss of Uncle Buddy. </span></b></div>
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genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-42152955103972636322015-01-01T09:18:00.001-08:002015-01-01T09:32:09.918-08:00My Cousin Finder DNA is Done!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I see it's been a year, an "interesting" year, shall we say, since I wrote on this thing. Let's let it go at that.<br />
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On to the DNA. Family Tree DNA (<a href="http://www.familytreedna.com/">www.familytreedna.com</a>) offers autosomal dna testing which shows your origins as well as links to other cousins who have had their automosal DNA test, showing connections usually from 2nd to 4th generation. <br />
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Here are my results (my origins): (Other testing companies may show other results, as these are based on each company's data.)<br />
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<ul>
<li><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"> 38% Western and central<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Europe</span> (mostly Germany, I'm guessing, from my Dad's Hawk-Hess)</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">27% Scandinavia</span><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span> </span> (I'm clueless, but imagine the Norsemen arriving in Ireland)</div>
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<span style="color: lime;">23% British Isles</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> (no surprises here - Bond-Timmons-Markham-Thompson)</div>
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</ul>
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<ul>
<li><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">7% Southern Europe</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> (umm, okay, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece are close to Germany, but clueless again)</div>
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<li><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: #e69138;">5% Middle Eastern </span>(What? Asia Minor? - I'm really clueless again - do we see a pattern?)</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>100%</div>
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<o:p>So where's the Native American that my grandfather supposedly inherited? Well, we only get 50% of our DNA from each parent, and I don't know which or what 50% each got or I got. <strong>I really need cousins/siblings to test their DNA.</strong> (hint-hint) If my grandfather was only 1/8 Choctaw, that wouldn't mean a lot got passed down in any event. </o:p></div>
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<o:p>I haven't had time to connect with any cousins yet, except a Markham one. With that cousin we share sibling great-grandparents. There are lots of links I need to follow up on, with especially a lot of Thompsons. That connection is through my Markham grandmother whose mother was named Lucinda Thompson. </o:p></div>
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So there's more work to be done. Thanks for checking in. <br />
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genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-49159144664608152072014-01-20T15:33:00.002-08:002014-01-20T15:43:01.425-08:0052 Ancestors Challenge: Who was Margaret Martin of Grant County, Wisconsin?As a bit of motivation (need more than a bit!) I decided to participate in this 52 ancestor challenge from Ancestry. My great grandparents, Margaret Martin and Charles Hess, married in October of 1852 in Grant County, Wisconsin. I believe Margaret was the daughter of Augustine Augustus Martin and Elizabeth Peck. On the 1850 census in Grant County, Augustus and Elizabeth (Betsey) Martin had two daughters listed in addition to Margaret: Louisa b. 1836 and Isabella b. 1838, all born in Illinois. Margaret named one of her daughters Annie Isabel and another daughter Louisa. My recollection is that there was another possible Margaret but the fact that this Margaret named two of her daughters after her sisters seems to confirm this family. Margaret and Charles Hess moved to Iowa and then to Kansas, first in Rooks County, and then to Cloud County, Kansas where they died. <br />
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But, back to the <strong>Martins</strong>! I've spent years trying to figure this family out and determine if I was really on the right track. I'm publishing this here and on ancestry in the hopes that someone will straighten me out if this isn't correct. I, along with other researchers, believe the mother of Margaret, Betsey on the 1850 census in Grant County, WI, is Elizabeth Peck. Here is her family:<br />
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<strong>The Peck-Wysor Family:</strong><br />
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Several different researchers list Augustus Martin's wife as Elizabeth Peck, daughter of<strong> Jacob Peck</strong> and <strong>Eve Wysor</strong>. Children of Jacob and Eve are shown as:<br />
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<ol>
<li>Catherine b. c. 1798 VA, d. c. 1852 Grant County, WI, mar. Robert L. Weeks</li>
<li>Elizabeth, b. c. 1800 VA, mar. Augustine/Augustus Martin</li>
<li>Christopher, b. abt 1804 VA, mar Matilda Pitser</li>
<li>Nancy, b. abt 1810 VA, d. 1876 Grant County, WI, mar Benjamin Burton</li>
<li>Fidelia (Delia/Dalia) b. c. 1817 VA, mar. Isaac Burton.</li>
</ol>
Now for the family of <strong>Augustine Augustus Martin</strong> and <strong>Elizabeth Peck</strong> (see below on Elizabeth's family)<br />
<ol>
<li>William b. 1825 VA ,shown on1850 in Grant County, WI in aunt's household two doors down (Catherine Peck and Robert Weeks). In <em>Memorable Happenings in Grant Co. Herald Newspaper 1870-1879 v. II </em>is a listing for "Martin, Wm vs. Jacob Martin - Bloomington, h. 1848 came as family from IL, Issue 730925, p. 3a3." </li>
<li>Jacob, b. 1830 VA, listed in 1850 Tafton, Grant County, WI census, with mother Elizabeth, and siblings James, John, and Isabel and two younger children, Rebecca and James. </li>
<li>James (Deseustus/Derastus?) b. 1832 VA. James is listed as Deseustus (my interpretation) on the 1850 census with his family, same date of birth. In 1860 he is listed as James. I have to wonder if the name shouldn't be Erastus because that name is found often in the Peck family in VA. Married Roxena Scarf. </li>
<li>Margaret, b. 23 Jul 1832 Illinois, d. 1 Mar 1891, Cloud County, Kansas, mar. Charles Hess on 28 Oct 1852 in Grant County, WI. </li>
<li>Louisa, b. 1836, Illinois</li>
<li>Isabella, b. 1838, Illinois</li>
<li>John, b. 1839, Illinois</li>
</ol>
Here are the 1850 and 1860 census records from Grant County, WI. First the 1850 on two pages:<br />
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I believe the Martin family came to Wisconsin from Clinton County, Illinois. Looking at the 1840 census in Illinois it would seem to fit. I also have land documents listing both Augustin Martin and Augustus Martin in Clinton County. In another post I will dig out the Clinton County connections. In the meantime, happy hunting!<br />
<br />genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-70659913471472813652013-10-07T02:00:00.000-07:002013-10-07T19:57:01.964-07:00Happy Birthday Grandmama Nora Timmons BondToday, October 7th, would have been my Grandmama's birthday. Her 134th! <br />
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This is Grandmama (on the right) with her sister Martha Timmons Roten (Aunt Mattie) on the left. They were very close and it was a great loss when Aunt Mattie died in 1945. We have so many letters from Aunt Mattie and Uncle Bill Roten to Grandmama. Sweet, sweet, caring letters to their "red-headed Sis." <br />
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I chose this photo because it reminds me of the sense of calm I felt around her. I was so young when she died (only 6), but I have one special memory that has remained with me through the years. She was standing by the window in the farmhouse living room, and seemed to be looking into the distance through the Venetian blinds. The room was slightly dark because the blinds were closed. I was curious and couldn't understand how she was seeing anything. I asked her what she was doing. She turned slightly to me and told me "I'm praying." I was made to understand this was her quiet time alone with God and I was not to bother her while she was talking with God. By that time, she had suffered so many losses: her husband and five of her children. Yet her faith in God remained strong. What a loving legacy to leave to her children and grandchildren. genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-17995628027853199772013-09-08T20:44:00.000-07:002013-09-08T20:44:05.351-07:00Whoo-hoo! I finally found my mother's missing Aunt Mary.A little background: For many years I searched records for Mary Bond, my mother's aunt. She was the only Bond aunt or uncle with whom she corresponded, and I thought it would be so nice to find out more about her. Just curious, but no luck. I had no surname for her husband, and could find no marriage record. All I knew (or remembered, anyway) was that Aunt Mary was married to a doctor and lived around Oklahoma City. I spent a lot of time looking but with no name for the husband, I just couldn't find a clue.<br />
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Jesse Anton Bates is buried in Oklahoma City in Memorial Park Cemetery, having died in 1947. In Tishomingo Cemetery in Johnston County, Oklahoma there is buried a Mary Lee Bates and a Charlie Frank Bates. Their son Charles was named after both grandfathers: Charles Bond and Frank Bates. Mary Bond Bates lived until 1977. This would reinforce my recollection of Mother receiving letters while I was still at home on the farm. Tishomingo is the birthplace of my mother and has been home to many Bond families over the years. <br />
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To further complicate matters, there are records in the Library of Virginia where John Hawk and Nicholas Hawk received land grants in Harrison County, VA (now WV) in 1789 and 1787 respectively. Are these the same two Hawks who were granted land in Hardy County? Quite probably. Have I done any research in Harrison County? Nope. I didn't find any census records for either of these two in Harrison County either.<br />
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Mark Hale in his book <em>Return to Greenland</em>, <em>Volume 1</em>, pub 2000, believes Nicholas (wife Elizabeth) is probably a brother and that these three were the sons of Jacob and Catherine Haak. There is a Nicholas Hawk in neighboring Randolph County, who disappears by 1796 and is replaced by Elizabeth Hawk. Randolph County was formed from Harrison County in 1787. <br />
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<li>Look at Rev. Daniel Schumacher's Baptismal Records, publication of the Pennsylvania German Society, Volume 1, 1960, as well as baptismal records in Pennsylvania at the Family History Library.</li>
<li>Research Randolph/Harrison Counties, WV records for more information on Hawk families.</li>
<li>Order a copy of the deed from Nicholas Hawk to Nicholas Michael in Hardy County, WV.</li>
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I've researched some German families through the church records in Pennsylvania and have run into the problem of finding only some of the known children christened, either because records were lost, or the families moved, or once the church split. I'm excited to try to find Jacob and Catherine Haak and hope to eventually find where these families came from in Germany. My Dad said they were Pennsylvania Dutch, and I had no doubt of that, but I couldn't find anyone back beyond the Virginia Hawk families. <br />
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So perhaps I had the information all along. That wouldn't be the first time that's happened!<br />
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Okay, thought I'd get back to this since it's one of those things I really enjoy. I promised a copy of this to a distant relative and while digging it out, thought I'd just share it with all. This is what I've used as proof for the parents for my<br />
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Here are photos of the front and back of a copy of a deed record in Hardy County dated 10 Dec 1816, wherein John Hawk Sr. and wife Catherine, give 410 acres on Luneys Creek, including the flag meadow and mud lick, to all their sons, for consideration of $100. They list their sons as Henry, Solomon, Jacob, and John Jr., and I presume the sons are listed in order of their birth. Each son got 100 acres except Jacob who received 110. <br />
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Although wife and mother Catherine is listed, she wasn't required to sign the deed. Nice that things have changed. <br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">The Battle of Perryville, Kentucky</span><br />
There were quite a few pages documenting Grandfather Timmons' involvement in the war, including the one at left which says he was wounded October 8, 1862 and left at Perryville Hospital. With a tiny bit of research I learned the Battle of Perryville is considered one of the bloodier ones with an estimated 7,407 casualties (including dead, wounded, and missing or prisoners of war). This battle came after the Battle of Shiloh. Troops from both sides fought each other along the way until they reached Perryville. Although the Confederates were considered to have won from a tactical standpoint, they retreated and the North was able to retain Kentucky for the rest of the war. <br />
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Imagine being wounded and left behind as your regiment pulled out, leaving you in the hands of the enemy. To give you an idea of what the situation was like, I found this quote from a Confederate surgeon at Perryville (from the <a href="http://www.tn4me.org/sapage.cfm/sa_id/4/era_id/5/major_id/5/minor_id/3/a_id/17" target="_blank">Tennessee4Me</a> website): <br />
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Dr. Charles Todd Quintard's description of a field hospital at the Battle of Perryville:<br />
<em><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" When the wounded were brought to</span> </span><span style="font-size: small;">the rear, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I took my place as a surgeon...and throughout the rest of the day and until half past five the next morning, without food or any sort, I was incessantly occupied with the wounded. It was a horrible night I spent,--God save me from such another....</span></span></em><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">About half past five in the morning of the 9th, I dropped--I could do no more. I went out by myself and leaning against a fence, I wept like a child. And all that day I was so unnerved that if any one asked me about the regiment, I could make no reply without tears...The total loss of the Confederates...was 510 killed, 2,635 wounded, and 251 captured or missing, and of this loss a great part was sustained by our regiment</span></em> [the Rock City Guards from Nashville</span>]<em>."</em></span><br />
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<em>Doctor Quintard, Chaplain C.S.A. and Second Bishop of Tennessee</em>, edited by Sam Davis Elliott, Louisiana State University Press, Baton Rouge, 2003.<br />
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Grandfather Timmons, wounded, became a prisoner of war. He was traded back to the Confederate Army and the document at left is a receipt for the exchange of prisoners on November 15, 1862 in Vicksburg. He went back to fighting for the South and was promoted to Corporal later on. There are more documents like this following his career during the war. <br />
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Here are some sites with great information about the Battle of Perryville:<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Perryville"><span style="color: blue;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Perryville</span></a><br />
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</div>genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-10081810311285570242012-01-07T18:40:00.000-08:002012-01-07T18:40:13.593-08:00Surname Saturday: Is this MY Hess Family?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xE0ihtDVhqQGVIgwwUAoYaRPJLODM4tzM_xLgRHuSqu6kQXtNNTUHyzEuOYYb2_87rE0kWmiVKFd-FlccGLtpMvt_s-_gzPfy0ABZ_PfnbRunEtp7ktEJjD9DalT2Ghxi7VHE5k2Fc4/s1600/Hess+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xE0ihtDVhqQGVIgwwUAoYaRPJLODM4tzM_xLgRHuSqu6kQXtNNTUHyzEuOYYb2_87rE0kWmiVKFd-FlccGLtpMvt_s-_gzPfy0ABZ_PfnbRunEtp7ktEJjD9DalT2Ghxi7VHE5k2Fc4/s400/Hess+family.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>This photo is one I got from the Historical Society Museum in Rooks County, Kansas when I visited there searching for relatives. I don't know if it's my family, because I have only photos of my grandmother as very old and one of her sister when she was very young. I'm hoping and wishing someone out there might know - maybe one of my Hess relatives from Cloud County, Kansas. I do think the old lady resembles my grandmother in this photo. <br />
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Here's what I do know about my grandmother's family. Her father, Charles Hess, was born in Ottsveiler, Prussia (Germany)in 1806 and came to the United States to Grant County, Wisconsin. There he married Margaret Martin, daughter of Augustus Martin and wife Elizabeth, on 28 Oct 1852. All their children were born in Grant County, except their last: Sarah. Children of this union were:<br />
1. Louise Elizabeth Hess, b. 21 Mar 1854, d. 14 May 1933, Richland County, Wisconsin. She married Absalom James Daughenbaugh 4 May 1873.<br />
2. Anny Isabel Hess, b. 14 Sep 1855. She married W. Riley Alderman.<br />
3. Martha Jane Hess, my grandmother, and information is available at <br />
4. Charles Alexander Hess, b. 7 Jan 1871, d. 9 Oct 1946 in Cloud County, Ks. He married Arvilla Resco 31 July 1831.<br />
5. Sarah Margaret Hess, b. 29 Oct 1873 in Iowa, d. 31 May 1898 in Cloud County, Kansas. She married James Dexter Jenkins, 12 Dec 1892. She is buried by her parents in Kansas.<br />
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My Hess family is shown on the 1880 census in Rooks County, Kansas so this could be my family. Of course, there are quite a few Hess families in Kansas, so they could belong to some else. All the Museum knew was the notation on the photo "Mr. Hess and family."genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-79270119066581665642011-12-31T18:44:00.000-08:002011-12-31T18:44:06.182-08:00Surname Saturday - Joseph W. Hawk familyI see looking back where I listed the family of George Washington Hawk, my great grandfather, but not that of his son, my grandfather, Joseph Washington Hawk (b. 16 May 1858, Montgomery County, Indiana, d. 11 Oct 1935, Clemville, TX). So here goes:*Married Martha Jane Hess, daughter of Charles and Margaret (Martin) Hess 21 Sept 1881 in Phillips County, Kansas<br />
Children:<br />
1. Hattie Florence, b. 25 Aug 1882, Kirwin, KS; d. 18 Feb 1967, Bay City, TX; m. Tony Showers, 17 Jan 1903 Rooks County, KS;<br />
2. John Walter, b. 26 Aug 1885, Kirwin, KS, d. 1 Oct 1972, Lake Wilson, MN; m. (1) Lillian Brown 14 Apr 1909 Phillips County, KS, later divorced, (2) Josephine Margaret Shannon, 26 Nov 1920, in Sanborn County, South Dakota;<br />
3. George Washington, b. 30 Oct 1887, Kirwin, KS, died in World War I on November 1, 1918.<br />
4. Charles Edward, b. 25 Aug 1890, Kirwin, KS, d. 29 Nov 1962, Mitchell, South Dakota; m. Amelia Idella Sterner (Mattie) on 14 Sept 1921 in Kingsburg County, SD;<br />
5. Alexander Quintas, b. 12 Feb 1893, Kirwin, KS, d. 13 Mar 1893, Kirwin, KS;<br />
6. William Evans, born and died 13 May 1894, Kirwin, KS;<br />
7. Salina Edythe, b. 17 Aug 1896, Kirwin, KS, d. June 1978 Texas; m. Marshall C. Alexander on 2 Mar 1916 in Matagorda County, Texas;<br />
8. Joe Hesacar (my dad), b. 23 Nov 1899 Kirwin, KS; d. 21 Nov 1981, Palacios, Texas, m. Alma Josephine Bond Showers on September 2, 1936;<br />
9. Rosie Clarcey, b. 30 Oct 1903, Kirwin, KS, d. 14 Jun 1949, San Antonio, TX.genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-7340149847433173442011-11-13T16:22:00.000-08:002011-11-13T16:22:00.192-08:00A Letter from MamaJust recently I came across this letter from my mother written in December, 1977. (Wow, that was a long time ago.) People often have one picture of a person--some thought my mother was super critical, for example--but a truer vision of that person might be seen when their thoughts are expressed in a carefully written letter. The sweet concern for me expressed in her letter paints a portrait of the mother I knew and loved. Without letters like this, her caring and concern would be lost. Sadly, letter writing is going the way of the buggy whip. What a great loss. Without letters like this, we can't look back at the love that was expressed. And so often today, we don't take the time to know a person's inner thoughts.<br />
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This was written two and a half years before she died. Her writing is pretty shaky. This was probably written after her first stroke. Letters were important to her and me at that time because there was still no phone service to the farm. Thankfully, that did arrive not long after this and we were able to speak often before her death. I hope you are able to read the letter. Just in case, I've transcribed it below.<br />
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Tuesday 13, 1977 (Dec. 13, 1977)<br />
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Dear Genie, Teddy & Amy,<br />
Sure wanted to come down for TJ's (Teddy's) birthday. We just didn't have the push to start start out. Thought of the three of you all day.<br />
Thank you Genie for the C. Will try to see about a water heater this week. Papa and I just can't make it to Lake Jackson. Not now anyway. Thank you Genie, so very much love. We may not cash it. You see you had such a rough time. Don't be mad at us or think it wasn't appreciated. It is. You will never know how much. Please understand. Okay?<br />
It's raining here this morning but not cold. <br />
Oh! Did you get the gift for TJ's birthday? <br />
Would he like a watch for Xmas do you think.<br />
Must get this out there. (<em>Getting the letter to the mailbox at the farm</em>.)<br />
Love from Mama and Daddy.<br />
God's care our Love.genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-68823136582371388172011-10-30T19:06:00.000-07:002011-10-30T19:06:38.647-07:00Benjamin & Nora Timmons Bond Marriage Certificate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a copy of my grandparents' marriage certificate. They were married in Bowie County, Texas on November 29, 1898. I came by this document after visiting the Bowie County courthouse and learning that the old marriage certificates which had not been picked up were given to a lady from Arkadelphia, Arkansas. The clerk gave me the address and instructions to visit a feedstore in Arkadelphia. So Bob and I traveled on down the road, met the lady in the feedstore, and were rewarded with several marriage licenses. This document is getting a little fragile, but then it's only over 100 years old. You will need to enlarge it to see it clearly. The little part below belongs on the bottom of the certificate, but for some unknown reason I bought a scanner that would only scan a page about letter size. Oops.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmhMqgxPyEtSl0JL6bvWPdHP8r2_80pubUGx3yfvugRd_zxppJb8qH4XkX9_8_y0W8L8dvllo0FpSRlQezHIGTOfE7Vqqo408c2KVa30YXQSwGoamCThtVXWE6FacUmCb67CWG8fVIoQ/s1600/hess%252C+martha+jane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmhMqgxPyEtSl0JL6bvWPdHP8r2_80pubUGx3yfvugRd_zxppJb8qH4XkX9_8_y0W8L8dvllo0FpSRlQezHIGTOfE7Vqqo408c2KVa30YXQSwGoamCThtVXWE6FacUmCb67CWG8fVIoQ/s1600/hess%252C+martha+jane.jpg" /></a>Jane Hess was born to Charles Hess and Margaret Martin in Grant County, Wisconsin in 1859. She married Joseph Washington Hawk in Phillips County, Kansas in 1881. Their son George Washington Hawk was born there in 1887. In 1908 they left Kansas for south Texas and lived in Matagorda County, Texas the rest of their lives. Their son George was first buried in France, but was later moved to Hawley Cemetery and interred with the rest of the family, at his mother's request. There is information on George W. Hawk, her son who was killed in France in November 1918 at this <a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~txmatago/gsm_hawk.htm">Matagorda County Sons of World War I</a>. <br />
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I've been searching for a photo of George W. Hawk for some time but haven't been able to find one. Neither the Kansas nor Texas books of photographs of World War I soldiers include one, although he is listed in the Texas book. I only have one known photo of my grandmother, included here. If there are others out there, I'd love to see them or have copies. genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-51143933849514282122011-08-14T20:50:00.000-07:002011-08-14T20:50:25.023-07:00My dad's Uncle Quint's familyI only heard my dad talk about two of his uncles - his favorites - Uncle Quint and Uncle Bill. Uncle Quint was Oliver Quintas Hawk, sometimes listed as Olliver Quintas Hawk. Uncle Bill was William Evans Hawk, oldest son of George Washington and Salina Hudson Hawk. <br />
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I was curious about this part of my dad's family for several reasons. On the way to Texas, my dad's family had stopped at this uncle's house in Oklahoma on their move to Texas. My great grandmother had remained there and is buried in Payne County, Oklahoma. But the Oklahoma family kind of disappeared from there. I searched back in Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Texas, even California, but wasn't able to find them until the census records became available online through Ancestry. To my surprise, Uncle Quint and family had moved to New Mexico. He didn't die until 1960 when he was about 87 years old. My folks and I had traveled near there in about 1965 and I'm pretty sure my dad didn't know his Uncle Quint's family was that close. <br />
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Uncle Quint and Aunt Suda (I'm assuming that's what she was called, although I can imagine it being Sudie) had three childlren: Walter Hesicar, Oliver Quintas, and a daughter, Cecil M. <br />
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Walter Hesicar (same middle name as my father, Joe Hawk) was born in 1888 in Nodaway County, Missouri. He married Dessie McQuain in Payne County, Oklahoma. They had one child that I know of: Homer Oliver Hawk, born in 1908. In 1930 they were living in Payne County, OK.<br />
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Oliver Q. Hawk was born 1900 in Payne County, Oklahoma and married Beatrice Cochrain in Roosevelt County, NM on Valentine's Day in 1921. They had two children I know of: Ollie Clint Hawk, born 1926 and Bennie Louisa Hawk, born 1929. He died in Smith County, Texas in 1973.<br />
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Cecil M. Hawk was born in 1903 in Oklahoma and married Steve Cochrain on the same day her brother married Beatrice Cochrain. She and Steve Cochrain had a son, Montie Cochrain. she is buried in the Elida Cemetery, as is her husband and son. After her husband's death, she married again and her name on the tombstone is Lea.<br />
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I would love to know more about my Hawk and Cochrain cousins. As usual, I was rushing down the road and didn't take time to see if there were any of the family still left in Elida. That just means a trip back!genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-49443000585520449312011-08-14T19:57:00.000-07:002011-08-14T19:57:12.935-07:00Aunt Jackie's StoryAunt Jackie's story about their late night swim is again in the news. She would be so tickled to see it on the internet. She would have loved the world wide web. See her story at <a href="http://www.ourbaytown.com/reader_submissions_2.htm">Baytown Texas site</a>genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-51897944434559647972011-08-04T15:28:00.000-07:002011-08-04T15:28:05.604-07:00An Arranged MarriageWhen I was a teenager, in a time long ago, a neighbor and friend of my mother, had become widowed and then remarried quickly. Of course, the community was appalled at this scandolous behavior. I was therefore surprised when Mama defended the lady, who had complained to her of being so lonely after her husband's death. It was only much later than I learned the reason for that defense: my mother had done exactly the same thing! <br />
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Let me explain. Mother was first married to Leonard George Showers and they lived in 1930 in Calcasieu Parish, Louisiana according to the census. Leonard was the son of Hattie Hawk Showers, eldest daughter of Joseph W. and Martha Jane (Hess) Hawk, and was therefore also my Dad's oldest sister. The elder Showers family also emigrated to Texas from Kansas with the rest of the family by covered wagon in 1908. Mama and Leonard Showers had one child, a boy also named Leonard George, born in 1931. Below is the only photo we have of Leonard. He is shown with his son, my brother George.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmboprRLEs7fA7_b38NktckKctIiR7tLDpsLBWLfSuVbH2sFUWJl0TWf53mSDX-1FCsDShA3NlcUSMoK4GG5qdqw7imXjR9smhO-p0zSWRLWoLGjUgVL8L2-0caIJo4uWLlw-zDf0tww/s1600/Bond+Photos+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmboprRLEs7fA7_b38NktckKctIiR7tLDpsLBWLfSuVbH2sFUWJl0TWf53mSDX-1FCsDShA3NlcUSMoK4GG5qdqw7imXjR9smhO-p0zSWRLWoLGjUgVL8L2-0caIJo4uWLlw-zDf0tww/s320/Bond+Photos+124.jpg" t$="true" width="238" /></a></div>Sadly, Leonard Sr. contracted tuberculosis, and after lingering for several years, died of this disease on March 1, 1936. During his illness, they had returned to his parents' home in south Texas. As he lay dying, according to my brother and others in the family, he asked his Uncle Joe, my father, to marry and take care of his wife and son. My parents did marry, and only six months later, on September 2, 1936. Remember, this would have been in the middle of the Great Depression. Can you imagine being suddenly a widow with a young son to raise, and in a rural farm community with no jobs? In spite of being an "arranged marriage" it was a long and happy one, and they always seemed very devoted to one another. They were married for just short of 44 years when my mother died in June of 1980. <br />
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In my post of January 3, 2010, I covered the family lines of my parents, Joe H. Hawk and Alma Josephine Bond. See <a href="http://mymissingcousins.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-parents-joe-and-josephine-hawk.html">My Parents' Families</a>genie holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482558019764110894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595931579011811874.post-8064549652831454962011-07-27T09:40:00.000-07:002011-09-25T11:50:51.065-07:00Tombstone Tuesday - Sarah's Chapel<div style="border: currentColor;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixqMB98L0OPOGUdpgqCCLKzJB0DH3ZK4z_Si2qB4He-7TvVLTRu7UL_nHW_12LYlsuZfVeo2bjMPR-ZHXEA5pAcEEZ2RmHargNcpOyYqIl6dFICoQ_257mT7CHnwdgCe3_eljP_kdwLU/s1600/Sarah%2527s++Chapel-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixqMB98L0OPOGUdpgqCCLKzJB0DH3ZK4z_Si2qB4He-7TvVLTRu7UL_nHW_12LYlsuZfVeo2bjMPR-ZHXEA5pAcEEZ2RmHargNcpOyYqIl6dFICoQ_257mT7CHnwdgCe3_eljP_kdwLU/s320/Sarah%2527s++Chapel-1.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>On our recent trip east I was fortunate to finally get to Dade County, Georgia. Since I first found my Bond family in that county in 1850 I've been curious about the place. I had very little information to go on, and not a lot of time. We landed in Trenton, Georgia and headed up the highway hoping to run across a cemetery. I quickly checked <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">http://www.findagrave.com/</a> and noted that John P. Bond was buried at Sarah's Chapel on Sarah's Chapel Road. As we drove slowly north we fortunately saw the road sign for Sarah's Chapel Road and had no problem locating the cemetery. </div><div style="border: currentColor;"><br />
</div>I had several reasons to visit this cemetery in addition to knowing that John P. Bond, a brother of our Gr-Grandfather Charles Bond, was buried here. His was the only grave listed on findagrave and I wondered why he was seemingly buried there alone when he spent a lot of time visiting Fannin County, Texas where his brother lived. He also owned a lot of land in Fannin County, and was often selling land there. He sold two 1/4 interest in a 244 acre piece of property to his two brothers, Charles and William Thomas Bond. Why would he choose to be buried back in Georgia where there was no one, I wondered.<br />
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We found his grave right away. And next to it, was his wife's headstone, Nannie (Hale) Bond. There are a lot of Hales buried in this cemetery. Also there was his son's grave, James D. Bond. John P. Bond was, as far as I can tell, the oldest half-brother of Charles Bond. Both were sons of William W. Bond, John by a first wife who is unknown, and Charles by the second wife Janetta Neighbors. <br />
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<div style="border: currentColor;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6_VEI3lCFNZneEe-RFCzba7CLyS5alXgxupslDNBOS8S_umnI0OltZVnI-iqZNloG-tg4UQh07wZmkiEqh8YRAXmLNURO3XD17lyc0WoeCbDujulGF_iS4ZiTvqlQvqekGU3UZDVoeg/s1600/Bond%252C+John+P.-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6_VEI3lCFNZneEe-RFCzba7CLyS5alXgxupslDNBOS8S_umnI0OltZVnI-iqZNloG-tg4UQh07wZmkiEqh8YRAXmLNURO3XD17lyc0WoeCbDujulGF_iS4ZiTvqlQvqekGU3UZDVoeg/s320/Bond%252C+John+P.-1.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border: currentColor;">John B. Bond was a First Lieutenant in the Army for the Confederacy, Company F, 34th Georgia Volunteer Infantry, Army of Tennessee. He was born 1838 and died 1894.<br />
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I was hoping I'd find the family of Charles Bond's mother, Janetta Neighbors, but I found no Neighbors graves. Benjamin Neighbors, who Charles' brother Benjamin was probably named after, and who I believe to be Janetta's father, lived in Dade County at the same time as the Bonds. There are a lot of old gravestones, and many of them are broken and in very poor condition. Some are buried under a lot of brush, and I started wading through to the back of the cemetery, but the heavy undergrowth discouraged me. Here's a photo of a gravestone that is buried under a tree in a lot of brush. I couldn't get close enough to read the engraving. Generally, the cemetery is very well cared for, but it's obvious this area gets a lot of rain and a lot of growth and it would probably be a full-time job keeping these old stones readable. You can barely see the gravestone in the middle of this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdx-HmBuDMJzJWSovicARatieMwbImY6QRCP1kqwb90wDzgWcGxam5OQ6eOEH_Rhb62eSFWHmRbek5ulHlO9LeDc-PUNFyaJhSTTqnIo9RgQZuFY38CyvfRIv1HKJhxAB_SUu7G7ivxzA/s1600/Sarah%2527s+Chapel+buried+headstone-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdx-HmBuDMJzJWSovicARatieMwbImY6QRCP1kqwb90wDzgWcGxam5OQ6eOEH_Rhb62eSFWHmRbek5ulHlO9LeDc-PUNFyaJhSTTqnIo9RgQZuFY38CyvfRIv1HKJhxAB_SUu7G7ivxzA/s320/Sarah%2527s+Chapel+buried+headstone-1.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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