From: Gloria Hale
To: LoLyn
Sent: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 01:53:28 +0000
Subject: RE: Grandmother Grace Hoblit
Dad told me he actually untied his mother from railroad tracks where she had
been left by Frank Jacobs.
I believe he was told to go get his mother off the track by the one who placed
her there.
It may have been a power play to impress her and degrade her.
Do you happen to have the copy of the letter Grandpa Frank wrote when he went
to California to try to reconcile with her?
Frank mentioned that she thought he was not good enough nor educated enough for
her and that he was a "rustic"
I believe there was love there once but the marriage was also business and
combining property.
________________________________________
Monday, January 25, 2010
6:22 PM
To:Hale, Gloria
Subject:Grace Hoblit
I believe you. Glenn is a sceptic. I didn't know gramps well, I barely remember him; I was three
when he died. Glenn was seven years older so he hung out with him and
knew him a lot better, I've never heard anything about the letter, maybe Glenn
did from Aunt Louella, they were close in the last years of her life. You
really missed out not knowing her. She let Erica, Marie and I visit her
at Camp Verde for 2 weeks one summer, and taught
us how to make the art out of tin and broken glass pieces.
It is one of the greatest memories. I'll forward your comments to Glenn and see if he has any memories stirred. He's getting more forgetful, but has a lot of stuff in his journals.
From: LoLyn Growing Together Counseling and Education
[growingtogethercounseling@comcast.net]
Sent: Saturday, January 23, 2010 6:30 PM
To: Hale, Gloria
Subject: RE: CDs
I have only two memories of Grandmother Grace: I was about six and we
went as a family to San Angelo.
She let us stay in a little house by hers and eat at her table. Everytime
I taste apple butter, to this day, I remember having breakfast at her table
with eggs and toast and apple butter. In the little house or apartment
was a set of "Go to the Head of the Class" that our family played
during our down time. We had succhan enjoyable time playing it we bought
it later, but it was never the same as being a captive audience in that
apartment. Later when I was about 8 we lived in Chandler and when I heard my Grand mother was coming I was so excited. In our Sunday school and children's classes we
sing songs about "I'm so glad when Grand ma comes" and others
about how great grand mothers are and I was expecting a loving hug and caress
from her. Needless to say, I ran up to the car and got a cold hard
stare. It shook my faith in grandmothers. I know it's not fair to
judge her from just two visits, but that's my only memories.
Do you know what other foods, other than apple butter, she served,
cooked, enjoyed. When I write my historical fiction I like to include as
much authentic detail as possible so anything about her home
etc. Do you know I have the chest made from the dining room
table they brought from South Dakota to Texas, and later had
made into a chest for Louella; she gave it to me many years ago. i also
have a clock that came from Louella, and I assume from her mother.
LoLyn,
To: Hale, Gloria
Subject: RE: CDs
Thanks; tell me more about the rail road track story; I know I
heard Erica refer to it before but there has to be more
detail; is it a legend, myth or actual event? Glenn says it probably
didn't happen at all, but if it did maybe that was why gramps fled with my dad
from texas to arizona
----- Original Message -----
From: Gloria Hale
To: LoLyn Growing Together Counseling and Education
Sent: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 22:52:03 +0000 (UTC)
I am sorry to say I never met Aunt Louella but saw an art work she did in copper. Dad spoke of her often.
(Another story) When she was young she had long corkscrew curls Grandmother
Grace would put up in rags everynight.
One Christmas, Grandmother Grace bought a mail order rocking horse that had
real horsehide and a real horse man and tail. It was expensive and quite nice
for the children . It was a quality showpiece and the children loved it.
Later when spring came round, Grandpa Frank was at work in the corral cropping
tails and manes of the best horses for show.
My dad said he was impressed enough to take the shears back to the house and
crop the mane and tail of the mail order rocking horse . Then looking for more
work he took the shears to Louella's curls and cropped them all off
too. Needless to say Grandma Grace was outraged and Dad caught her fury.
Gloria
I understood from Dad that most mornings with
breakfast she had two warm boiled prunes drenched with lemon juice. I tried
them a few years ago and that is a good taste combination .
She loved to bring Oreo Cookies and ice
cream out to the Rock House . We children were told by our dad to be
meticulous eaters and cleaned up afterwards. My dad knew she had rules.
I visited briefly inside her house on Van
Buren only once in all the years she was in SanAngelo . I was young
enough to think that was simply the norm.
(The garage apartment in the back is
likely where you stayed played Head of the Class game.) She took care not to
become attached to us yet she was cordial and pleasant. She had the bearing and
ambiance of a teacher though most of her conversation was directed at my dad
after an initial greeting .
Not the softee type of grandma I have
evolved into. I think she was very fond of Erica Dee having lived with her
early on . It was a good thing for all concerned I think and probably very
therapeutic for her.
More later . I’m on my way home from
work.
I will try to scan the letter we talked
about to you if I can get a decent copy first .
Have a nice evening
Gloria
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From: LoLyn Growing
Together Counseling and Education [mailto:growingtogethercounseling@comcast.net]
----- Original Message -----
From: Gloria Hale
To: 'LoLyn Growing Together Counseling and
Education'
Sent: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 13:41:08 +0000
(UTC)
Subject: RE: CDs
When I get a clear copy made, I will send
you a copy of the letter Grandpa Frank wrote to Lola , who later shared them
with my dad.
Pretty heart wrenching how went to California to get her back and what happened there. Sorry about the computer virus. Thanks for letting me know.
Gloria
Hale R.N., I.B.C.L.C
F. Glenn's story: Dear Lynda,
Dad took me (and Duane?) to San Angelo to see her when we were about half-grown.
She served onion stew. I did not think I would like it, but I did. That is all I remember of her. Just the onion stew.
On the way home (I think it was that same trip) it snowed a lot. Dad bought the last tire chains in some town just as everything was closing. They were the wrong size and he put them on with bailing wire. We went over snow pack for a very long distance. When we got to highway that was partly clear, Dad just kept going and the bailing wire began breaking and the loose ends of the chains whipped around and beat the paint off partial circles on the rear fenders.
We had to stop somewhere on a mountain road and Duane convinced me that the car was sliding off sideways into the canyon.
Glenn
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Caton Jacobs of San Angelo
Good Morning, Lolyn,
Thank you for the wonderful online photos and blog time you have donated to the rest of us!
When I found it ,I thought of grandmother Grace’s quest for family records that yielded her a treasure book of information and pictures .
You are seven years my junior ,so you likely do not remember me well. Glenn or Duane may.
I am Caton and Thelma’s seventh child ,Gloria . I was approximately a year old when Grandmother finished and distributed her “Papa’s Family” book.
I can trade a few stories with you . Uncle Glenn brought the family to San Angelo several times.
One of those times, we lived out on the Christoval HWY or HWY 277 . We went to a country school called Fairview located out in a Farmer’s field along a caliche road. Glennie and Duane went along to visit our school with us that day and rode the school bus with us. The German farm boys challenged them to talk by asking them what their names were over and over.
Duane told them his name but Glennie wouldn’t . He just said “John Brown! Ask me again and I’ll knock you down!” Well, of course they asked him again and he lunged across the seat and landed a few good solid punched before the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road . As I recall, the driver’s name was Ernest Broadnax and he was usually a patient man but this time he had had enough and glaring into the rearview mirror he said,
”If you don’t all settle down I’ll hang your underwear out over the radiator! ” Well, everyone stayed remarkably quiet for the remainder of the trip!.
I loved reading the Sunday Funnies with Duane . Duane was always smiling and quiet . Glennie was gregarious and so funny . He wanted to make rockets out of fire crackers (and did) .
Gloria Hale R.N., I.B.C.L.C
COSA WIC Manager - Local Agency 56
San Angelo, Texas 76903
gloria.hale@sanangelotexas.us
Lolyn ,
Thanks for the reply. I didn't know your personal e-mail addres so I wrote to your website.
I am impressed with your writings and your accomplishments, Lolyn. God has blessed you.
The message at the bottom of the page of my e-mail is standard for the city I work for. You may put anything in your blog that you feel would apply..
I remember you and your sis. Very pretty, totally well behaved, good sense of humor and together all of the time.
Julia Francis was with Dawn that visit. She is two years younger than I and has been mentally ill now for years with Schizophrenia.
She stays with Dawn and Buck out at Dove Creek. They decided to live the austere, non-materialistic, sparse lifestyle. They read the Bible and pray .
Alvin and I support her as they will not accept Social Security or government money. Helen Ann also gives them money . Buck is in his eighties but still
gets around well. Dawn is well over six foot tall and takes care of them both .Julia has managed to stay functional without institutionalization. She was
once institutionalized in the 70's and they did ECT which changed her forever. Buck and Mama went and got her home before she was totally erased
emotionally.
Back when we were kids together in school , Julia was a genius and would teach the teachers in algebra and trig class. She could type faster and more
accurately than any one in school . She gradually declined after Dad's death and then Jerrel's. She had two daughters Dawn and Rachel, a Nurse
Practitioner in Dallas who was raised by her father. Dawn was home schooled and is quite well read and intelligent. But her life has been isolated and
limited by her devotion to Buck and Julia. She seems happy though.
I am the one Dad called "Bumps", took to the babrber shop with him for dutch boy hair cuts and essentially raised like a boy (ranchhand). I loved it and
credit it for much of my inner confidence. Bumps was my nickname because I was always climbing , jumping and super active and got my share of
bumps.
When I reached teenage, he retired me to my mothers care and teaching. But during those early years, Dad told me many of his vivid memories as
we drove out to Cristoval to look after the ranch.
Have you ever heard that Grandpa Frank Jacobs tied Granmom Grace to the railroad tracks and my dad and your dad or Emmet had to go untie her
before the train came through?
Did you hear about the time the Jacobs boys running a circle around the house chasing each other with sheep drenching tools filled with water . It was a
really hot summer day. They would stop just long enough to fill the sheep drenchers by sucking up water out of the horse trough then resume chasing
each other, yelling, screaming, soaking wet and laughing . Boys will be boys, so they stripped off all the wet clothes and continued the wild chase around
the house. Grandpa Frank inside the house had heard enough and fell in line after them effectively swinging a wet rope which stopped that wet merry go
round, with just one more circle around the house.
He told me about a train trip to Texas from South Dakota when as a child, he had to ride back in the box car to care for the horses while his mom and
others rode in style in the pullman car. He tried pushing newspaper and straw into the cracks to keep out the cold. He was worked very hard from an
early age and caught the wrath for most of what went wrong but it made him tough and wise . You can bet your dad had the same.
Grandfather Caton Hoblit took my dad to town with him many times with him in his buggy. Dad remembered his grandpa Caton seeing someone who
had welched on a debt walking on the side walk downtown . Grandpa Caton Hoblit drove the team of horses along side him , got out his whip and flailled
the swindler from the buggy . The welcher attempted to run away, sprinting down the walk, but Grandpa Caton kept along side him and kept whipping
him for a block. My dad learned it was good to pay your debts that particular day . He also learned he had a grandfather with a temper. He was quite
young to witness such trauma and it impressed him as a vivid experience he never forgot.
One afternoon his dad sent him to fix a "mill" windmill way over on another part of the ranch . He got his stuff together and rode to the pasture where
the broken mill was and worked to get it fixed. He got it working just as it was getting dark so he started back home. Through the twilight trees he
heard the howl of lobos so he trotted his pony back to the windmill. He made a makeshift platform up in the mill and slept there over night.
Tough as boot leather .
Well, didn't mean to write so much.
Get back with me when you can. If you have an extra DVD on family please consider sending it to me .I'll be happy to pay for it.
Thanks,
Gloria
Thank you for the wonderful online photos and blog time you have donated to the rest of us!
When I found it ,I thought of grandmother Grace’s quest for family records that yielded her a treasure book of information and pictures .
You are seven years my junior ,so you likely do not remember me well. Glenn or Duane may.
I am Caton and Thelma’s seventh child ,Gloria . I was approximately a year old when Grandmother finished and distributed her “Papa’s Family” book.
I can trade a few stories with you . Uncle Glenn brought the family to San Angelo several times.
One of those times, we lived out on the Christoval HWY or HWY 277 . We went to a country school called Fairview located out in a Farmer’s field along a caliche road. Glennie and Duane went along to visit our school with us that day and rode the school bus with us. The German farm boys challenged them to talk by asking them what their names were over and over.
Duane told them his name but Glennie wouldn’t . He just said “John Brown! Ask me again and I’ll knock you down!” Well, of course they asked him again and he lunged across the seat and landed a few good solid punched before the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road . As I recall, the driver’s name was Ernest Broadnax and he was usually a patient man but this time he had had enough and glaring into the rearview mirror he said,
”If you don’t all settle down I’ll hang your underwear out over the radiator! ” Well, everyone stayed remarkably quiet for the remainder of the trip!.
I loved reading the Sunday Funnies with Duane . Duane was always smiling and quiet . Glennie was gregarious and so funny . He wanted to make rockets out of fire crackers (and did) .
Gloria Hale R.N., I.B.C.L.C
COSA WIC Manager - Local Agency 56
San Angelo, Texas 76903
gloria.hale@sanangelotexas.us
Lolyn ,
Thanks for the reply. I didn't know your personal e-mail addres so I wrote to your website.
I am impressed with your writings and your accomplishments, Lolyn. God has blessed you.
The message at the bottom of the page of my e-mail is standard for the city I work for. You may put anything in your blog that you feel would apply..
I remember you and your sis. Very pretty, totally well behaved, good sense of humor and together all of the time.
Julia Francis was with Dawn that visit. She is two years younger than I and has been mentally ill now for years with Schizophrenia.
She stays with Dawn and Buck out at Dove Creek. They decided to live the austere, non-materialistic, sparse lifestyle. They read the Bible and pray .
Alvin and I support her as they will not accept Social Security or government money. Helen Ann also gives them money . Buck is in his eighties but still
gets around well. Dawn is well over six foot tall and takes care of them both .Julia has managed to stay functional without institutionalization. She was
once institutionalized in the 70's and they did ECT which changed her forever. Buck and Mama went and got her home before she was totally erased
emotionally.
Back when we were kids together in school , Julia was a genius and would teach the teachers in algebra and trig class. She could type faster and more
accurately than any one in school . She gradually declined after Dad's death and then Jerrel's. She had two daughters Dawn and Rachel, a Nurse
Practitioner in Dallas who was raised by her father. Dawn was home schooled and is quite well read and intelligent. But her life has been isolated and
limited by her devotion to Buck and Julia. She seems happy though.
I am the one Dad called "Bumps", took to the babrber shop with him for dutch boy hair cuts and essentially raised like a boy (ranchhand). I loved it and
credit it for much of my inner confidence. Bumps was my nickname because I was always climbing , jumping and super active and got my share of
bumps.
When I reached teenage, he retired me to my mothers care and teaching. But during those early years, Dad told me many of his vivid memories as
we drove out to Cristoval to look after the ranch.
Have you ever heard that Grandpa Frank Jacobs tied Granmom Grace to the railroad tracks and my dad and your dad or Emmet had to go untie her
before the train came through?
Did you hear about the time the Jacobs boys running a circle around the house chasing each other with sheep drenching tools filled with water . It was a
really hot summer day. They would stop just long enough to fill the sheep drenchers by sucking up water out of the horse trough then resume chasing
each other, yelling, screaming, soaking wet and laughing . Boys will be boys, so they stripped off all the wet clothes and continued the wild chase around
the house. Grandpa Frank inside the house had heard enough and fell in line after them effectively swinging a wet rope which stopped that wet merry go
round, with just one more circle around the house.
He told me about a train trip to Texas from South Dakota when as a child, he had to ride back in the box car to care for the horses while his mom and
others rode in style in the pullman car. He tried pushing newspaper and straw into the cracks to keep out the cold. He was worked very hard from an
early age and caught the wrath for most of what went wrong but it made him tough and wise . You can bet your dad had the same.
Grandfather Caton Hoblit took my dad to town with him many times with him in his buggy. Dad remembered his grandpa Caton seeing someone who
had welched on a debt walking on the side walk downtown . Grandpa Caton Hoblit drove the team of horses along side him , got out his whip and flailled
the swindler from the buggy . The welcher attempted to run away, sprinting down the walk, but Grandpa Caton kept along side him and kept whipping
him for a block. My dad learned it was good to pay your debts that particular day . He also learned he had a grandfather with a temper. He was quite
young to witness such trauma and it impressed him as a vivid experience he never forgot.
One afternoon his dad sent him to fix a "mill" windmill way over on another part of the ranch . He got his stuff together and rode to the pasture where
the broken mill was and worked to get it fixed. He got it working just as it was getting dark so he started back home. Through the twilight trees he
heard the howl of lobos so he trotted his pony back to the windmill. He made a makeshift platform up in the mill and slept there over night.
Tough as boot leather .
Well, didn't mean to write so much.
Get back with me when you can. If you have an extra DVD on family please consider sending it to me .I'll be happy to pay for it.
Thanks,
Gloria
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