Thursday, May 31, 2018

Advice from my aunt on picking a husband

 My darling, tiny little Aunt Lemie (Lena) was visiting Texas when I had the chance to talk to her about the man I was dating.  With a 20 year age gap I had some concern.  She gave me this advice:  Be sure you don't go all the way through the cane field!

Wait. What? I don’t recall ever seeing a cane field, although once my parents did bring home some sugar cane and were quite excited to share it with us girls.  We were underwhelmed!  A plain old sugar cookie would have been better.  So was "sweet and tasty" the message? I definitely needed more information.

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 weapon to kill it.  So, back to the barn. That poor farmer was always the last to get his fields planted.  You get the picture.

Back to finding a husband:  Aunt Lemie explained that the best sugar cane grows in the middle of the field.  Everyone probably knows that, but the picky person will keep going down the row looking for the plumpest, juiciest piece.  There’s probably a better one just a little bit farther.  And still a bit farther.  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.  Oops.  Again, you get the picture.

My husband and I laugh often about this story.  He’s convinced my family must think I went way too far through the cane patch!  I don’t think that’s true (most all the time, anyway). 

Lena Murrel Bond, b. 1917, d. 2000.  RIP  Because Aunt Lemie lived in California we rarely saw her and that was our loss.  We thought her children the most beautiful and sophisticated of all.  We were farm kids mesmerized by the glamour of the city.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Sibling Sunday

Hazel Bond Robertson
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.

We would make the ten hour trip up to north Texas 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 Brazos River (five), one of the road trip games we played.  I never cross the Brazos without thinking of that.

Aunt Hazel and windbreak trees
When we got up north to our West Texas family we had four cousins to enjoy.  I’m not sure why we always said our "West Texas cousins." They lived near Wichita Falls. Possibly that’s considered to be where North Texas meets West Texas.  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 Arizona.  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...

Watermelon Fields Sketch
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 Texas who were so afraid (scared to death?) of being caught. I suspect my cousins were in on the joke, but they’ve never said so.   

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 Texas.  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.

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.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Remembering Uncle Buddy

The following is a guest post:

Charles M. Bond
August 9, 1901 -  January 17, 1949
By Martha Mitchell

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.

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. 
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. 

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. 
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. 
Along 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.
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. 
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.
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. 
Charlie was at home at home for Christmas in 1936. He is in the family photo taken at Christmas 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 there. He mentions in his letter that Charlie is going fishing with his friend, Buck. 
Charlie (on right) and friend Fred Buckner in Wyoming
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. 
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. 
I believe Charlie returned to live near his mother not too long after that. He must have moved to 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.  
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. 
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. 
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. 
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.... 
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. 

Charlie and Hannah
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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 
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. 
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. 
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. 
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. 

Thursday, January 1, 2015

My Cousin Finder DNA is Done!

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.

On to the DNA.  Family Tree DNA ( 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. 

 Here are my results (my origins): (Other testing companies may show other results, as these are based on each company's data.)

  •  38% Western and central  Europe (mostly Germany, I'm guessing, from my Dad's Hawk-Hess)

  • 27% Scandinavia     (I'm clueless, but imagine the Norsemen arriving in Ireland)

  • 23% British Isles     (no surprises here -  Bond-Timmons-Markham-Thompson)

  • 7% Southern Europe  (umm, okay, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece are close to Germany, but clueless again)

  • 5% Middle Eastern      (What? Asia Minor?  - I'm really clueless again - do we see a pattern?)

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.  I really need cousins/siblings to test their DNA. (hint-hint) If my grandfather was only 1/8 Choctaw, that wouldn't mean a lot got passed down in any event.  
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. 

So there's more work to be done.   Thanks for checking in. 

Monday, January 20, 2014

52 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.  

But, back to the Martins!  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:

The Peck-Wysor Family:

Several different researchers list Augustus Martin's wife as Elizabeth Peck, daughter of Jacob Peck and Eve Wysor.  Children of Jacob and Eve are shown as:

  1. Catherine b. c. 1798 VA, d. c. 1852 Grant County, WI, mar. Robert L. Weeks
  2. Elizabeth, b. c. 1800 VA, mar. Augustine/Augustus Martin
  3. Christopher, b. abt 1804 VA, mar Matilda Pitser
  4. Nancy, b. abt 1810 VA, d. 1876 Grant County, WI, mar Benjamin Burton
  5. Fidelia (Delia/Dalia) b. c. 1817 VA, mar. Isaac Burton.
  Now for the family of Augustine Augustus Martin and Elizabeth Peck (see below on Elizabeth's family)
  1. William b. 1825 VA ,shown on1850 in Grant County, WI in aunt's household two doors down (Catherine Peck and Robert Weeks).  In Memorable Happenings in Grant Co. Herald Newspaper 1870-1879 v. II is a listing for "Martin, Wm vs. Jacob Martin - Bloomington, h. 1848 came as family from IL, Issue 730925, p. 3a3."
  2. 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. 
  3. 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.
  4. Margaret, b. 23 Jul 1832 Illinois, d. 1 Mar 1891, Cloud County, Kansas, mar. Charles Hess on 28 Oct 1852 in Grant County, WI. 
  5. Louisa, b. 1836, Illinois
  6. Isabella, b. 1838, Illinois
  7. John, b. 1839, Illinois
Here are the 1850 and 1860 census records from Grant County, WI. First the 1850 on two pages:

Now for the 1860 Grant County, Wisconsin census showing Jacob and mother Elizabeth:

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!

Monday, October 7, 2013

Happy Birthday Grandmama Nora Timmons Bond

Today, October 7th, would have been my Grandmama's birthday.  Her 134th! 

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." 

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. 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Whoo-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.

Recently, and it was truly a stroke of luck, I found her.  Tracing her mother, Martha Nichols Bond, my great grandfather's second wife, led me to Aunt Mary.  Grandma Nichols, as she was known by the grandchildren of the first family, was living with her daughter Mary and Mary's husband, Jesse Anton Bates, who was a physician.  This is from the 1930 census in Seminole County, Oklahoma. 

 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. 

I note that other researchers have Aunt Mary dying in 1920.  I could find no evidence of this.  She and husband Jesse and son Charles are also on the 1940 census for Seminole County, Oklahoma.  Charles appears to have had no children and so this family simply disappeared in the sands of time.