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.
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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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