Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Our world came crashing down Monday evening when my cousin Shasta Foulk called with
more family news. Being worried about his Mom our Great Aunt, asked, IS your Mom okay"?
He said yes she is fine. But he had bad, bad news.
Silvia and Allen were returning from Stuart's funeral in Berryville, ARK. they did not make it home. She called me from Cheyenne, Wyo. about 7:30 probably a little later, Sunday evening,we talked for more than an hour, Allen, Silvia and I. They were headed on home and it had started to snow.
Allen told me it was a light dry snow drifting around and not bad at all. I worried about 1-80 because of the wind and ice it gets in bad weather. We talked about weather, and family event they had just left and their wants when they got home.
Silvia and I generally talked at least twice a week since her parents passed last summer in 2016.
She was going to send me an article when she got home.
A busy day Monday and I kept waiting for the phone to ring. Alas, it was cousin with the news in early evening.
Saturday, October 7, 2017
I could not make the trip to Arkansas to say Goodbye. My heart was so heavy, I cried.
While at Mass today I remembered this cousin and wished him and his family a non heavy heart for he would not want us so sad.
Stuart was born in 1956. I was starting my Junior year of High School. He had an older brother which we had already shared time with. I baby sat him many days as he grew to a young man.
His sister was born on our Dad's birthday the year of my marriage to my husband.
I moved to Santa Clara to live with Aunt and Uncle and our cousins Ken and Dolly lived across town from them. I stayed with them when Ken was on the road driving bus. Having gotten to know them very well. Lots of fun.
His sister was born and I then married. His sister was the first baby hubby ever held. Dolly took a picture of the baby Silvia and Fred grinning and smiling at the wee one.
Our families were very close, his father was my Dad's cousin. Grandma's nephew. Over the years we developed a closer relationship.
We always loved to stop at their home when migrating between San Diego and Santa Rosa area.
It was either breakfast or supper and over night.
We lost him the other day. Our children all remembered him well. One son talked about driving up and sharing time with him. Another remembered him as so much fun.
For a while we lost track of the children but not the parents. Having refound the children this was a terrific loss to us. O we did not loose them everyone was building families and exchanging Xmas cards and always chatting with his parents.
God please take good care of his family and his friends. I am sure they are reeling from the sudden loss of such a terrific human.
To his wife and children may GOD give you Strength and remember you are not forgotten.
Our doors always open.
Today I also said good bye to another cousin that was near here. Both very dear people in my heart. And our children's hearts. Tomorrow I will write about him.
Yes I snagged this off his page to share it here. The picture says it all. Thanks Stuart for your friendship and your love and giving us such great family to share with us.
Monday, October 2, 2017
No met him Feb of 59.
No, I was in School play, in Band, took College classes, played basketball competitively, traveled.
Neither, just always busy
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Both parents were in Wheatland, Wyoming area, Her father was a farmer. Homesteaded there.
Dad's parents had been split and for some time Dad and his brother were raised by the families related in the community (Drew's, Kern's, Lawrence's, Holcomb, and Foulk . His Mother had moved to Cheyenne, with the girls. His Dad (Carl Fremont Jones) worked on a ranch in the area but lived in a bunk house. I am still learning family names of extended family in that area.
My Dad went to work on Morris Thomas Ranch.He was 13/14 ( Beautiful place) He was taught Ranching. He completed 8th Grade. I have picture of the school he went to.
In those days the water came in to the region via culverts and the water was diverted down the mini canals between the grains, beets, etc., growing for that time of year. (Yes, Dad took us back and shared with me his life with Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. 1958 They could not have children but treated Dad like a son. Mr Thomas took us out and we toured all over those hundreds of acres he held. Saw the corral where DAD broke his first horse, branded his first calf and all those neat things you do on a ranch.
Dad met Mr. Lee Hoffman when they were diverting water to the various directions it was needed. Over a period of time, Grandad invited Dad to come by the house for lunch after a rough spot with moving water by them both. (The ditch kept collapsing.)
Mom and her siblings and Mother were washing and cleaning and preparing Tomatoes for canning.
Mom said she looked a real mess being in tomato bathtubs( 3 large tubs) rotating from one to the other for preparation to can. Her sister had seen Ray before and was so excited he came over. Mom did not pay any attention to him except to greet him.
A few weeks later when he was on the water culvert again he asked Grandad if he could come by and see my Mom. She was still in school but couldn't see to read with out glasses so was dropping out at the end of that year. They dated for quite some time. I have lots of great stories about their courtship.
One I loved was when Dad and his brother (Gerald) drove Mom down to Cheyenne to meet his mother.( Ida, Victoria Mae Foulk Jones)
They were late for curfew when she got home. Of course Grandma(Inez Mae Scott Hoffman) was up and irate. (So wish I could have seen this). Dad went to the door, walked in and said ,"we are sorry we were late from Cheyenne. I took Dorothy down to meet my Mom with my brother Gerald so we were not alone."
Then he grabbed Grandma and danced her around the room several times, she went from mad to happy and said," so your Mom approved of our daughter." They danced more and then stopped and
Mom thanked him for the drive to Cheyenne and meeting his Mom and sibling sisters.
Then of course it got more serious and that fall they were married. 3 September 1938. I saw the register where they signed for the marriage license and then the Officiate signed as married. My Uncle Dick, her brother (William Richard Hoffman) took me to court house(1958) to show it to me. Since I had forgotten Dad had shown me the time before when I was in Wheatland. 1954.
Mom, Dorothy Inez Hoffman Jones worked with Mrs. Thomas to help prepare the large meals for the ranch hands and do the laundry after they married and they had a separate cabin to live in.
I could write a book about their adventures prior to and after marriage. They truly loved each other very very much. Wish Dad had written the book he always talked about writing.
Dad had a terrific relationship with Mom's mother. He could make her smile and not be mad so easily. It was fun watching the action and reactions between them when we visited.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
I am thankful for all the kin whom I now in contact with and share some family data. Dad would be very happy to learn this, I even think he has helped us find each other.
Dad had an Uncle whom was killed in a saw mill in Florida. Never learned if culprit caught. He only had one Aunt. He knew Nora a bit. Dad really knew his Uncle Charles family downline better for they moved to Wheatland, Wyo and raised their children there. I last talked to Ducima Drew about 7 to 9 years ago. Charles Jones daughter married a DREW and they moved to Wheatland before Dad's parents did. I suspect if I remember right Grandad came from IOWA and worked for them then got job on another cattle ranch and Grandma and Dad came out on a train to Wyoming.