Kathleen Grace Hardin Paulson

 

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Kathleen

Aunt Kay was born on May 1, 1924 in Trinidad, Colorado. Her mother Flora had been pregnant with Kathleen when her son Charles Jr. passed away. Grandma Flora used to say she would walk to the cemetery, two miles a day, and cried the whole way. Aunt Kay must have been very welcome to a mother who had lost a baby. Aunt Kay was the oldest surviving sibling and two years later, Virginia was born. Ruby came along in 1930. This branch of the Hardin family was complete. Kathleen moved with her parents from Colorado to Washington to Texas to New Mexico and finally to California. If I asked my mother a question and she couldn’t remember something, she’d say, “Let’s call Aunt Kay”.

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Virginia, Ruby and Kathleen

Aunt Kay was the first to go to school and she went to boarding school as a young lady. She loved boarding school. Aunt Kay was a superior student and she excelled at everything. She loved being away at boarding school. I know this because my own mother, at Aunt Kay’s urging, was sent to boarding school too. Lodi Adventist Academy in Lodi, CA. Only my mother didn’t last very long. She would call her mother every night and cry until Grandma Flora finally let Ruby go home.

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Mother’s real name is Ruby. Aunt Kay always called mother that. She never called her Jubie, as all of her other family members did.

My mother’s favorite story to tell of Aunt Kay growing up was the time a bird pooped in Aunt Kay’s mouth. Mother used to say Aunt Kay was being sassy one day and had been standing under a tree. Grandpa Hardin said something to her and Aunt Kay looked up with her mouth open, just as the bird pooped. My Mom would laugh every time she told that story.

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This is a picture of Aunt Kay at age 14. I love the writing on the back of it. It says, “Imagine you’ll appreciate this picture. It’s sure wonderful, isn’t it? You surely must have been mad!” That makes me laugh. Aunt Kay must have been a fireball as a teenager.

Kathleen met Richard Paulson and began dating him. Grandma Flora used to pick up Uncle Dick and take him to visit Kathleen while she was in college. Dick’s mother, Mary Azadian Paulson, had been born in Bulgaria as her parents were traveling to Italy or France.  As I have been researching my entire family, I have found very few “this person immigrated from this country” stories but Mary Azadian Paulson was cool because I found her Naturalization records.

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Mary Paulson’s signature

The current fervor of the immigrant coming to the U.S. today really raises my ire. I believe we, as Americans, need to stop thinking of them as “immigrants” and remember that they are people. Not everyone is out to harm us. Okay, I’m off my soap box. However, Mary Azadian Paulson was a family woman. She was married to “Garabed B.” George Paulson who was born on March 29th, 1888 in Bardijag, Turkey. Their ethnicity was Armenian. They came into the US via New York and ended up in Los Angeles. Their children, Vivian Paulson Surabian and Richard were born in Dianuba, CA, just outside Fresno, California. George Paulson was a cabinet maker in a cabinet shop, by trade.

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Uncle Dick served in the U.S. Navy for four years from 1942 to 1946. Kathleen Grace and Richard were married on April 1, 1946.  They lived in the Fresno area. My mom said that she was in high school when they married and Flora and Charles were moving to Stockton. Ruby didn’t want to leave her high school in Fresno, so she moved in with Kay and Dick so she could finish her schooling.

Dick earned several degrees including a Masters Degree in Speech. He went on to become a College Professor at the Reedley Community College.

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Kathleen

Their first child, Cynthia Ann Paulson, was born on September 11, 1947.

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A friend and her child, Kathleen holding Cindy
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Dick holding Cindy
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Cindy and Kay

While Cindy wasn’t the first grandchild, (she joined her sister Jeannie’s first born, Bobby) Cindy was certainly the first granddaughter and very well loved.

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Charles, Cindy and Flora

My Aunt Kay was a Ornithologist by heart if not by trade.  She took bird watching to a new level. She took many trips, including to Costa Rica, and was absolutely brilliant at naming different bird species. My mother was a little in awe of her bird watching abilities. I, myself, am no student of birds, but do love catching sight of them now and again.

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Kay and Dick on a bird watching trip
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Out on a hike, still bird watching
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Dick, Kay, Lilly and Bryan Hardin and Cindy

There was a gap between her children on but April 2, 1960 Kevin Paulson was born. This started a second wave of grandchildren in the Hardin family. In short order, Kathleen had Kevin, Jeannie had James in 1960, Ruby had Jackie in 1961, not to be outdone, Kathleen had Kendall and Jeannie had John, both in 1961. Those Hardin sisters had a hell of a run. I was the last grandchild born in 1965.

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Jeannie’s family on the left, Flora, then Kay’s family and Ruby’s family
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Cindy, Kay, Dick and Kevin, 1960
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Dick, Kay, Cindy, Kevin and Kendall

On August 26, 1969, Cynthia married James Wilkinson. I was asked to be Cindy’s flower girl.

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Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson
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Cindy and I

Cindy and Jim have two children, Janene and Matthew. When Janene got married, she asked my daughter, Taylor, to be her flower girl.

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Janene and Taylor
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Auntie Kay-Kay and Taylor

As Aunt Kay and my Mom grew older, they became really good friends. I think my mother was a bit in awe of Aunt Kay and mother had a tendency to compare herself to Aunt Kay. Every holiday that we celebrated with Grandma Flora, Aunt Kay’s family always came and Aunt Kay would bring fresh, home-baked rolls. Aunt Kay’s rolls were legendary and we were always relieved when she would arrive. Aunt Kay stayed a member of the Seven Day Adventist Church and her family was raised as vegetarians. I may know of some of my siblings and cousins who would sneak turkey to Kevin and Kendall. After Aunt Kay left the SDA church, she took to buying jewelry. This was a hobby my mother could get behind.

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Ruby and Kathleen together visit the home they were raised in
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Ruby and Kathleen
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Ruby, Kathleen, Dick and Tim

Ruby and Kathleen were able to take a trip to Montreal, Canada together. They were being presented with an award from the Shaklee Corporation that was named after Grandma Flora so they made the trip together to accept it. They had a great time.

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Ruby and Tim, Cindy and Kathleen

They also went together to a Hardin family reunion and were able to travel to Alabama and to visit the home where Charles was raised. Ruby and Kay had so many wonderful times together.

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Tim, Ruby and Kay
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Dick and Kay at Ruby’s home in Rancho Tehema, CA

This is what Aunt Kay inscribed on the back of the picture.

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You can see Aunt Kay considered mother her best friend

Later in life, Ruby took Jackie on a train trip to visit Aunt Kay in Fresno. Kay and Dick picked them up at the train station and they went to a movie and out to lunch. They went back to Aunt Kay’s and she made a meal with Phyllo dough. It was the first time Jackie had ever seen someone use that type of dough and Aunt Kay showed her how delicate it was and how to work quickly with it. That night, Ruby and Kay told stories about Grandma Flora and how it was when they were growing up. Aunt Kay made a wonderful breakfast then they took the train back to Stockton. It was special for Jackie to spend time alone with Momma (family of five, didn’t happen a lot) but this was a trip she will never forget.

I took Taylor as a baby with Momma and Daddy to visit Aunt Kay.

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Mom, me, Taylor, Aunt Kay and my Dad Tim

After my mother died, I didn’t get to see Aunt Kay much. She was getting on in age. She had watched her mother and sister Ruby both die from the same dreaded disease, breast cancer. She felt very strongly that, as a preventative measure, she should have both breasts removed. This was a very radical idea when she did it. Now, her foresight was certainly proven correct. I was really longing to see her so in approximately 2005 or 2006, I went with my brother Tim, Paul and I and our girls went to see Aunt Kay. We had a wonderful dinner prepared by Cindy and it was good to just see Aunt Kay. Taylor said later, Aunt Kay’s skin reminded her of her Grandma Jubie. I could certainly appreciate that.

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Cindy, Kendall, Matthew, Kevin, Dick, Janene, Kay and her great-granddaughters, Amber and Melina

Aunt Kay passed away on April 7th, 2014, one week after her 68th wedding anniversary, one month shy of her 90th birthday. Uncle Dick is still going strong at 95 and says he is planning to live to 100. I won’t be surprised. Taylor and I drove to Half Moon Bay to attend Aunt Kay’s funeral. It was good to be with my cousins and I was so glad I did. My mother would certainly have appreciated that we did that.

Kathleen was the last of the little Hardin family to return home, to each other. I am sure she was well received.

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The Hardin family, 1945
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Kay and Dick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lucy Jaquez Alire

I had completed most of my Grandpa Jacques’ siblings but I did not get an opportunity to complete one for my great-aunt, Aunt Lucy. She was the second to the last Jacques daughter born to Juan N. and Anna Maria L. Jacques (I do tire of trying to figure out how each person in our family spelled Jacques) on January 8, 1897.

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Celia, Anna Maria, Onofre, Juan N and Lucy, approx. age 2

Funny how each of Juan N and Anna Maria’s last three children were all born in January…Onofre on January 6th, Lucy on January 8th and Celia on January 23rd.

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Celia and Lucy

This is one of my favorite pictures of these two. I estimate this picture was taken in approximately 1915 or so. Their gowns look to be a heavy brocade, probably silk, and detailed. Aunt Lucy has a large cross on a necklace; Aunt Celia has a large round disc.

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Clearly this was taken on the same day…so beautiful

Blanco, New Mexico was their home. They were brought up on a ranch and everything that goes along with being raised on a ranch.

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Lucy, Geronima, Celia

I love this picture too. These girls were fun, and bad ass!

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Lucy on the far right in the darker dress

Lucy met and married Joseph Melaquias Alire on August 12, 1925.

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Melaquias and Lucy Alire

A year later, Herbert Alire was born, followed by Max in 1927, Rudy in 1931, Orlando in 1936, Alfonso in 1937 and finally, a girl, Ana Marie Teresa in 1939

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I estimate this picture to be about 1932. Her father Juan N is seated on the front fender. The three little boys on top are listed as the Alire boys.
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Alire family

I love doing research. I run across a lot of people who are often researching the same person that I am researching and it is so nice to find gems once in a while. I was doing research on Aunt Lucy and I came across a lady by the name of Esther Acosta. She is married to a man by the name of Jay Alire, one of Aunt Lucy’s grandchildren. She had this one picture of the Alire family and so I was able to take a copy of it. What a great picture.

So Aunt Lucy’s family was in Denver, Colorado. All of her children lived there but she did come to California to visit her sister Celia. My dad took us to visit Great Aunt Celia a lot as we lived in the same town. We saw Aunt Lucy a few times. Her reputation preceded her. A lot of people would say she was grouchy and to be careful around her. However, I can honestly say I never saw her grouchy with anyone and she was very nice to me.

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On a visit to California, Great-Aunt Celia, Great-Aunt Lucy and my cousin Scott Stewart in 1979

I know Aunt Lucy’s life wasn’t easy and I know I am short on details.

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Lucy

I had started writing a manuscript that took place in New Mexico, so of course my character had two great aunts that lived with her. One was fun loving, the other, a little sour at times but damn it that was so much fun to write. Aunt Lucy probably had a bit of a tougher life than Aunt Celia and on the 120th anniversary of her birth, I , for one, will never forget her. Happy Birthday Aunt Lucy…gone but never forgotten.

Beatrice and William…their last years

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Lloyd, Bill, Miriam, Darlene and Bea
Well a new year has arrived. 2017…Here is to good times with family, good days ahead and good stories.

When we left off with Bill and Bea, they were living in Canada and had at last adopted Miriam and had a very fine little family.
Lloyd worked after school during high school, making $25 a month. When they had finished building their home, Lloyd didn’t want Bea to put her old coal stove into the new kitchen that had been built so he gave her $100 toward buying a new stove.

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When the time came for Lloyd to go off to college, he was accepted at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. Bea took in sewing to help pay for Lloyd’s schooling. Finally, on very short funds, Bill sold his violin to help pay for college. Bea cried over that for years but when Lloyd and Maxine were long married, they purchased a new violin to replace it.

Lloyd had been gone to college for a bit when a woman came to see Bea. She didn’t know her but the woman was from Simpson Sears Mail Order Office and she said she had heard of Bea and wanted her to come work at their office.

She and Bill had difficult times in their marriage but the one thing they agreed on was providing an education for their children. She went to work there and Bill was working for the Cahoon Hotel…(spoiler alert, Aunt Miriam married Golden Cahoon).

Bea and Bill had a number of people live with them over the years. This included their dear friend Irene who moved with them from England and was a help to Bea when Bill was off in the army. Irene had a sister by the name of Hilda and she married a gentleman by the name of Haydn and they stayed good friends with Bea and Bill over the years.

In 1953, she and Bill wrote to her parents and asked them to come back and live with them for a year. She and Bill sent tickets to them and they arrived in Christmas. It had been a long time since she had seen her parents. It happened that Lloyd graduated from the University of Utah while they were visiting so they were able to attend. After Lloyd’s graduation, they drove her parents to the Grand Canyon then to Knotts Berry Farm and other places in California before driving Lloyd and Maxine back to Salt Lake. Her parents really enjoyed that vacation and after they left the Grand Canyon, her father said, “We are having a millionaires holiday, mom, and it isn’t costing us a penny.”

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They returned with her parents to Salt Lake that August as Lloyd and Maxine were getting married. They were very happy to be at their oldest grandchild’s wedding.

Daughter Miriam also had her first child during that trip so they were here in time to see Wendy born in March of 1954 (sorry to out your age, my dear, hahaha). Bea was the first person to hold Wendy after the doctor. Her parents returned home to England and their life settled into a normal routine once again.

Eventually, Darlene, their youngest, became unhappy in Canada and she went to Salt Lake, lived with Lloyd and Maxine and went to high school there. She went back to Canada but was itching to finish school in Utah. In 1956, Bill got the idea of moving to Salt Lake, too, and was very serious about it. Bea wasn’t keen on starting over. However, she finally told Bill that if he was able to sell their home, she would consider it. She really didn’t believe that would happen. Their home sold in the fall of 1956 and Bill went to Salt Lake first, to look for a job and to get them settled. Bill went to the Board of Education and got a job and purchased a house for them. Bea wasn’t happy and she sure didn’t like that house one bit. Darlene’s friend had gotten permission to move with them to Salt Lake. Bea went back to Canada for a bit, then asked her employer to hold her job for her while she decided if she really wanted to go to Salt Lake.  They moved to Salt Lake for good and Bea set out to make that tiny house her home.


Darlene got married in 1959 to Henry Watkins then Bea left that night for England to see her siblings. It had been so many years since she had seen them and missed them terribly. This was the first time she had flown in a plane. She was very nervous but really loved it.

While there, she was able to return to her folks in Northampton, able to see her Aunt Poll who was in a nursing home by this time, saw her Uncle Sid and Aunt Frances and her dear friend Betty Cook Wilson who now lived in Gloucester.

Bea was walking with her parents by the railroad station when she asked her father if he had ever been to Wales, where his family originated. He said he hadn’t. She told him, “Well, today is the day.” She bought them three tickets to Abergavenney, Wales. It was a lovely valley, hilly and so beautiful. Bea asked her father if he knew anything about his family, but he said he only knew that his grandmother was named Phoebe and nothing else.

 

They found a place to stay for the night then visited the old church of St. Mary. When they arrived at the church, the organist was playing, “Praise My Soul The King of Heaven” and the sun was shinning. Her father said, “Girlie, I wish I could tell you something about my family but I only know that my grandfather, Emanuel Jackson married Phoebe but that was it.” As they stood there looking down the aisle where his grandparents had been married, a book fell open and there on the right side of the book were the names of his grandparents, along with the year they were married and the names of the witnesses to their marriage.


They walked over to Mill Street and found the house that her great-grandparents had lived in and where her grandfather was born. They went up to an old castle which was mostly in ruins. There was a ceremony going on and when she found out it was for a Mr. Jackson and that he was a Freeman of the Borough (Okay, Yvonne again. So, I am unclear on reading Grandma Bea’s words if, in fact, it was a direct relative or not but that is how it goes.)

She finally returned to Salt Lake after the most wonderful trip home. Bill was waiting for her at the bottom of the plane steps. She was glad to be home.

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Uncle Jack from England, Bill, Myself and my father in law Lloyd in the background, 1989 at Morris Chapel, University of the Pacific, Stockton, CA
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Bea, Bill and baby Taylor, home from the hospital to see her great-grandfather, 1992
Bill and Bea lived happily in Salt Lake until about 1991 when they moved to Stockton. Lloyd had the annex turned into a room for them as he knew Bill’s health wasn’t great and that he couldn’t have Bea there taking care of Bill alone. Bill died on December 2, 1992. Taylor was just two months old and we all traveled back to Salt Lake for his funeral. Miriam Bennett Cahoon suffered from ALS and had died on August 8, 1973. She is buried in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. Darlene and her family arrived for Grandpa Bennett’s funeral, as did his Canadian grandchildren. A couple of nights after the funeral, Paul and I went with his cousin Rodney, Darlene’s only son, and his wife out for a few hours. My mother in law kept Taylor and Aunt Darlene kept Rodney’s little boy who was about two. Cousin Bill had driven us downtown and when he returned for us, he said, “Boy, your baby has been crying since you left.” I kinda freaked out and said, “My baby?” (Taylor was a good infant and I was so shocked) and he said, “No, theirs.” Turns out poor Darlene’s grandchild didn’t appreciate being left. That Taylor Bennett, however, was a trooper. Good as gold, her Grandma Maxine said.

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60th Wedding Anniversary celebration for Bea and Bill in Salt Lake City, Utah 1988


Grandma Bea moved back to Stockton for good. Her Salt Lake home was sold and she lived with Lloyd and Maxine. My children all got to know her well. I spent many hours with her. One time, I took her and Grandma Maxine (after Lloyd had passed away) to a Thanksgiving dinner in San Francisco at my brother’s home. It was a really great night. I would take her shopping and to lunch and we would talk. She would tell me stories of her life and especially about her baby that she had lost. She still mourned his loss after all that time. In her ancestry book, she pasted a picture of Paul in the place where his picture would have been. She had nothing to remember him by, just his memory.

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Her Ancestry page with no picture for her baby, instead Paul’s high school picture
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Lloyd, Paul and Bill
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Bill and Bea and their family in 1984…Chuck, Scott, Paul, Carol, Anita, Mary, Maxine, Wesley, Bill, Bea, Brent, Lloyd
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Lloyd, Bea, Darlene
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Paul, Carol, Bea, Anita, Mary, Maxine and Lloyd
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Carol, Maxine, Mary, Bea, Myself and Anita, shopping excursion
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Bea, Lloyd, Debbie (Daughter of Miriam)
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Bea and Lloyd (son of Miriam)
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Myself, Taylor and Great-Grandma Bea
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Bea, Taylor and baby Jacques Bennett and boy was she happy to have that Bennett name continue
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Taylor, Bea and Jacques
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Maxine, Lauren McBride and Grandma Bea
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Darlene, Bea, Maxine, Mary, Lauren, Anita, Ryan
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Bea and Great-Granddaughter, Hailey Bennett
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Bea and Hailey Bennett, Lloyd’s last grandchild
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Grandma Bea and Hailey
On December 18, 2005, Beatrice Mary Jackson Bennett, at the age of 96, went home to the people that missed her the most: her husband Bill, her parents Harry and Bea Jackson and her sons Lloyd Bennett, Baby Boy Bennett and her dear daughter Miriam.

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Bea and Bill Bennett

 

 

 

Beatrice and Bill …part II

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Bea and Bill
Another year has come and gone. I am looking forward to 2017, researching my ancestors, sharing their stories with everyone, continued writing. This year saw not as many posts as the year before but when my mother-in-law Maxine left us, she left a little hole in my soul. She was the last piece of our lives that we had held onto, that little piece of a parental love. Now, I will continue my stories and hope to bring each person to life, just a little bit, for a brief moment. As always, my editor, Taylor Bennett, has my sincere gratitude for her patience and love and helping me put together my thoughts. This is my last post for 2016 and my first post for 2017 will conclude the Beatrice Mary Jackson Bennett story. Cheers!


Beatrice Mary Jackson met William George Bennett on June 30th 1927 when two missionaries came to her home in England. Brother Bennett was there to meet a missionary who he left Canada with on his mission and was told to meet him at the home of the Jackson Family. William played the violin and Beatrice played the piano. They had that in common and by the time that he left, Bill asked Bea to write to him. They had only seen each other in person three times. They wrote to one another over a one year period. He sent her a ring that he had purchased in England and taken home with him to Canada. He sent for her and on March 31st, 1928 Bea embarked on the S.S. Montcalm for an 8-day trip across the ocean to Canada at the age of 18. She had a wonderful trip.

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Montcalm
She disembarked in Canada and went by train to Lethbridge where Bill was to meet her. He wasn’t there. She stayed on the train to Cardston. When she arrived, she was met by a stranger who introduced himself as Ed Wolsey. He told her his wife was in the hospital with a new baby boy. She was Merelda, a sister to Bill. Bill had been given the wrong time that the train was to arrive and he’d missed her. She was in bed when he finally arrived and it was a joyous meeting. They were married a week later, April 19, 1928, her 19th birthday.

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They stayed with his parents for a couple of months until they found a third-floor apartment that they dubbed “Seventh Heaven” and they had very happy days there.

After that, Bill wanted them to live on a ranch that his father owned. Bea felt that was a mistake as she was no country girl. Their nearest neighbor was a mile away and they lived on the U.S. border.

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Bill’s father wanted them to move to Kimball and take care of his ranch there so they did. Lloyd was born on August 21, 1929. Her parents wanted to come to Canada and she wanted them to come. They thought they would be able to help care for her family while her father looked for a job. It didn’t work out that way. It was 1929 and impossible to find a job anywhere. She wished they had never come because her father never ended up finding a job. Her father decided to take her brother Ray and head back to England. He had nothing to go back to because they had sold everything to get to Canada.

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Eventually, Bill had sold enough wheat that they could make a down payment on a little house in Cardston. Times were very difficult. The rest of her family went back to England and the day Bill came home, Bea was sitting at the table with Lloyd on her lap because the electricity had been turned off. They simply had no money. Bill’s father died on July 3, 1933 and they had no one left to turn to. That following April, Bill had walked miles and miles looking for work and couldn’t find a thing. They sold their car to make ends meet. On April 19, 1933 Bill left the house and didn’t wish her a happy birthday or happy anniversary and she cried after he left. He came home early in the afternoon and had earned 75 cents. That was the happiest birthday she had ever had. She said it was funny how love grows when you only have each other and one small boy.

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Bill, Bea, Lloyd, Aunt Poll
She was seven and a half months pregnant on May 3, 1933 when she became ill. Her second baby was born and lived for less than two short days. No money to bury her poor baby. They wrote to her folks in England and they were told that they could have jobs if they went back to England and so she, Bill and Lloyd, now 4, sold everything they owned then had to catch a ride with a stranger who was traveling to Montreal in a Packard Straight Eight and wanted help driving.

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They arrived in England and in short order they both had jobs and were doing much better. She paid her parents for their room and they both recuperated. They had a good life in England, Lloyd started school and they did well until 1938. Bill had continued to want to return to Canada, his home, but they were very happy in England.

In 1938, things were becoming very troubling in England. Hitler had taken over Germany and Jews were being arrested and murdered by the thousands and many had escaped to England with terrible stories.

Bill wanted to take her and Lloyd to Canada. She wrote to a church elder who had been in World War I, and he told her that England would be at war within the year. They left their jobs, gave up everything they had acquired and prepared to leave for Canada. They had purchased tickets for a ship but it kept getting moved from date to date. Finally, they left Liverpool on the Montroyal, which was loaded with people. Two ships went out with two destroyers next to them. The Germans had sunk a ship by the name of Athenia. They were carrying a lot of passengers that had survived that sinking and their stories were tragic. One woman had lost her husband and children on the Athenia. Her child was in the bathtub and she could hear him screaming when the torpedo hit the ship and couldn’t get to him. While they were on board the SS Montroyal, they heard an explosion and their ship rocked from one end to the other. Lloyd was about 10 years old and white as a sheet. They scurried up to the deck with their gas masks. The sirens were screaming and they got into their lifeboats as they had been instructed. They found that a submarine had been following one of the ships and the destroyer next to them had dropped a depth charge and sunk that submarine. Passengers on deck had seen oil raise from the submarine.

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They finally made it to Canada and took the train to Cardston and met up again with Bill’s family.

They adopted a baby girl, Darlene, in February of 1940 and they had a happy little family. Bill was working as a Manager of a grocery store when Pearl Harbor was bombed and Bill decided, against Bea’s wishes, to enlist in the Canadian Army. Bea was left with two children at home in Canada.

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When Bill returned, he found a job at Will Cooper Transport and they soon adopted Miriam. Bea had gone to Lethbridge with Bill in his truck and when she was returning to Cardston she saw a little girl sitting in the cab of the truck. She asked Bill who she was and he said Miriam Bach, the child of a man who worked for Bill’s father on the ranch. Miriam was nine years old. She asked if she could come and stay with Bill and Bea. They told her yes and they took her home for two weeks but she stayed the entire summer. She acted so hungry and couldn’t get enough to eat. When summer was over, it was time for her to return to her home and she cried and cried so much. The following year, Miriam wanted to come back to Bill and Bea’s home and Bea told her no.

Bea was working part time in a grocery store when she met Alfred Bach, Miriam’s half-brother. He told her that when Miriam had left them the year before, her mother didn’t’ pick her up as promised but Miriam was staying at Bill’s cousin’s home. Her mother had gone away with another man and Miriam was ill and in the hospital.

The following week Bea went with Bill to Calgary and found that Miriam was a very sick little girl. She had been underfed, under clothed and overworked. They went home and a week later Bea called her in the hospital and when Miriam asked if she could return to them, Bea told her that Bill would go and see her father, to see if he would allow them to raise her.

Bill talked her father into letting them keep Miriam and she came with such threadbare clothing, they simply threw everything away and started from scratch. She had suffered in the hospital with yellow jaundice and looked pitiful. Miriam ate and ate and after dinner asked if she could have a peanut butter sandwich. Bea told her she could. Miriam had nightmares when she first came to them. Two weeks later, Bea found out that the other children had been removed from Miriam’s home too. Miriam was afraid she would be returned to her mother but Bea and Bill put in to legally adopt Miriam.

Miriam was a good and loving daughter. She became very good friends with Lloyd and both she and Darlene adored their brother.

 

So, Bea and Bill went through a lot in their lives. World War I, the Panic, Depression, back to England, World War II, birth of two children, the death of one child, adoptions, a return to Canada and a more settled life. It will take one more post to finish their story, as they lived a very full life.

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Paul and I traveled with his parents and grandparents and this picture was taken in North Carolina on that trip. I stayed in the same room with Grandma and Grandpa.

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Myself, Grandma Bea and Paul at our wedding, 1989

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Taylor Bennett and her Great-Grandma Beatrice reading together

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Maxine, Lloyd and Grandma Bea

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Grandma Bennett

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Beatrice Mary Jackson Bennett

So, in keeping with my “people I knew” theme, I am going to start my Bennett posts with Paul’s Grandma, Beatrice Mary Jackson Bennett. Grandma Bennett was a short, outgoing woman who was always well dressed and who adored me. You can see why I started with her. When I met Paul, she was the first person to really welcome me and always made me feel at home. My mother-in-law Maxine wasn’t too warm to me in the beginning (my sister-in-law raced out to the driveway, just to see if I was “another bimbo with big-boobs” (I wasn’t!)). But Grandma Beatrice, she adored me.

She was always well dressed and my family thought she looked just like the “Queen of England”.  She wasn’t the Queen of England, but she was born there. She weighed 12 pounds at birth and her father said, “My gosh, she’s a funny thing.”  Her mother’s feelings were hurt because she was so proud of her new baby. They lived at 19 Brook Street in Northampton, England on April 19, 1909. Her father was Harry Jackson and her mother was Beatrice Wardle Jackson. She had four siblings, Evelyn (Eve), Albert (Bert) Raymond (Ray) and Eileen.

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Beatrice in front of 19 Brooks St, Northampton, England
My parents really loved her too. She treated my parents very well. Grandma Bea was a very warm and engaging person. She could get hyped up, especially if she thought you might throw the silverware into the trash or if a Christmas gift she purchased for someone was lost in the shuffle and she was frightened someone else might open it in error. But she was always in my corner. One day, right after Paul and I got married, an old girlfriend of his called his parents home, just to say hi to him and check in. Grandma Bea told the girl that he was married now and had no wish to talk to her. Funny, right?

Harry Jackson and Beatrice Wardle Jackson holding Beatrice Mary Jackson
When she was a young child, she remembered The First World War, her father leaving for the war when she was about 7 and her mother would sit by the fire and cry. Before he left, they had experienced their first air raid. Her father had gotten them out of bed and then went next door to collect Mrs. Smith and her children, as their father was already gone in the war. The windows were all covered with dark blinds and they all sat in their home waiting. They heard bombs falling and one fell at a home behind her Aunt Phoebes and people were killed.


She could remember her Grandfather Henry Wardle (1860-1914). He used to walk up to their home every day. That was his daily walk. He would say he was coming to play with the “Childer”. That was a Yorkshire word and he was from Yorkshire. She just loved him and he would play school with her and he was a special person. He would take her down to the store and she always got a little treat and then he’d let her watch the children play on the field in the school nearby. One day he didn’t come and she would ask her mother, “Where is my grandpa, why doesn’t he come anymore, Mum?” and she said her mother would just cry and cry.

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Henry Wardle

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Mary Jane Mottram Wardle
When she was about seven, her mother would send her down to the “cue” line to wait to receive food. Her mother would warn her not to let the women push her out of line and that it was very important she get that food because if she didn’t, they might not have any food for the week. Bea would stand there with her sister Eve, who was two years younger than her, holding onto her hand and fighting for their place in line. They would get pounds of potatoes or pounds of carrots.

There was an old wood yard on Broad Street in Northampton where she and her sister Eve would push their baby pram to the yard to pick up wood. There was a German prisoner who was very kind to her and her sister. He had two small daughters at home in Germany so he would fill the carriage as much as he could get into it and then she and Eve would push it back home. The wood cost them sixpence.

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Beatrice and Eve
She remembered the day the Armistice was signed on November 11, 1918. They weren’t allowed to go far from home but that day they were free as birds and could go anywhere, so she took her sister Eve to the Market Square alone and people were passing out pennies.

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Bea and her mother, Beatrice
Her family joined the Mormon Church when she was 12 years old. Her father had a best friend who had gone off to America to live in Salt Lake City and he sent two missionaries to their home in London and they were baptized into the LDS church. She said it wasn’t easy to be a Mormon in those days. No one wanted to be friends with them and missionaries were having a rough time too.

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Harry Jackson, Beatrice Wardle Jackson, Beatrice Jackson, Eve Jackson
She attended St. George’s School for Girls in London. She loved school very much and her best friend was Betty Cook and they were called “the inseparables”.

Bea was very close to her father. He would wake her early in the morning and say, “Girlie, would you like to go for a walk?” They would walk for miles. She could talk to her father and they would sing and pick blue bells.

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She had to leave school at the age of 14 and go to work to help her family. She worked in a shoe factory on a special beading machine.

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Christmas was a special time for their family and her parents would sit near the fireplace and sing. Her father would make up song lyrics, like “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing, Beechams Pills are the just the thing. Peace on Earth and Mercy Mild, two for adults and one for a child”. They would laugh and her mother would say, “Harry you fool.”

Her Grandmother Wardle and Aunt Gladys would come for Christmas in a taxi paid for by her father. They would to go her Aunt Frances’ home for Boxing Day then to her Aunt Annie’s home for a treat.

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One time she and her sister Eve had gone to her Aunt Poll’s home, wearing lovely white dresses, new white shoes and socks then decided to play in the water barrel where she kept the soft water to wash her hair then into the chicken coop. Aunt Poll cussed then said, “You young buggers, get out of those clothes.” She washed their dresses, worked on their shoes and socks and sent them home again with a warning to “not tell your parents, you buggers.”

Aunt Poll’s  son, Aunt Poll, Lloyd and Bea in about 1934

She met her husband Bill Bennett only three times before she married him. He was on a mission to England when he met her the first time. After that, the corresponded by mail and eventually she traveled on her own to Canada to marry him.

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Bill and Bea Bennett
Bea’s story continues when she arrives in Canada to marry  Bill but I will continue that on another post. It is a long story and well worth re-telling, well worth remembering. She was a woman who lived through World War I, the boom of the 1920’s, the Great Depression, World War II, a child who lived, those that died and those that came into their lives.

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Grandma Bea lived long enough to spend time with my children and to get to know each of them. She really adored Taylor and she, along with Grandma Maxine, took Taylor to lunch every Wednesday at Home Town Buffet. Taylor was allowed to pick her lunch and they would spend several hours together, reading books, playing and just being good to my daughter.

Beatrice was a good Mormon, but she wasn’t such a good Mormon that her husband wasn’t allowed to drink a Coke. But like all good Mormons, she made an incredibly detailed autobiography of her life. She also left a voice recording of her life. Genealogy was very important to her. She spent hours researching and her work meant so much to her. I am not a Mormon nor are these my people but her work means a lot to me, because without those people, my children would not be who they are.

I have to say a big Thank You to my sister-in-law Anita Bennett McBride. Had she not shared all of these items with me, we wouldn’t have such great detailed memories , pictures and a pretty complete history of Beatrice Mary Jackson. Now, all of Bea’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren will have access to those memories as well.

 

 

 

Charles Jackson Hardin

Charles Jackson Hardin was born on March 5, 1892 in Graysville, Alabama. The fact that Graysville started out being called Gin Town because Graysville had the only cotton gin for miles made me laugh. I guess that is where my grandfather got a taste for alcohol. His father was Alfred Jackson Hardin and his mother was Georgia Tallulah Young.

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Charles is on the left. Fun hair, right?

Alfred Hardin had been previously married to a woman by the name of Martha Bivens. Together they had three sons. William Lenox (WL) Hardin, born 1879, Issac Luther Hardin born in 1881 and Samuel Hardin born on 14th of May, 1883. Martha Bivens Hardin died on the 29th of May, 1883, two short weeks after her child’s birth. Samuel died five years later in 1888.

Alfred Hardin married Georgia Tallulah Young in 1891 and she inherited two young boys. Charles Jackson was their first child born a year later in 1892.

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Charles’s subsequent siblings were Moses, Esther, Ida, Thelma, Gracie Ann, Tom and Felix, who was called Bryan.

 

In 1900, the family still lived in Graysville, AL and Alfred working as a farmer. His two oldest sons, WL and Issac were working as farm laborers.

 

By 1910, they had moved to Massy and Lacon Road in Morgan County, AL and were still running a farm. Charlie was 18 and helping his father on the farm.

 

I didn’t get to meet my grandfather. I will get to that part shortly. However, in 1977 my parents took me and Jackie on a trip across the US heading to Florida. In Birmingham, AL we stopped and spent the night with my Great Uncle Bryan and Great Aunt Lilly. Uncle Bryan took us out to the cemetery and as we were walking through, Uncle Bryan points to a grave and says, “That’s Charlie’s first wife.” I was shocked. I didn’t know Grandpa had been married before. What do you want to bet that the picture above where it has been cut out from a larger picture included his ex-wife? I can see the slightest hint of a black dress next to his shoulder.

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So, Charles Hardin had married a woman by the name of Serepta Viola Wilhite. I had no other information other than that Charlie had been married to her. I assumed she must have died before he married Grandma Flora. Nope. She died in 1976, the year before we visited. I was shocked (it didn’t take a lot to shock me at that point). I found that on the 1920 census, Viola Wilhite was listed as a “widow”. That made me laugh. I thought, hm, history revisionist? Lol. My guess is that Charles was married to her sometime in between 1911-1915. Married and divorced. I don’t have any other information than that.

By June 5, 1917 Charles is living in Covington, Kentucky and working as a Clerk at Adams Exploration Company. He was single when he signed up for the WWI draft. He is listed as having a bad ankle.

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On June 21, 1921 Charles Jackson Hardin took a bride, one Flora Mae Burgess. He was 29 years old, Flora just 19 years old. I suspect she was swept off her feet. She had been living in Tulsa, OK working at an office and living as a border in a home. I think she must have longed to have a “real home” and a “real family”, a symptom of having been raised without a mother since the age of eight. They were married on the same day as a race riot had erupted in Tulsa.

Flora on her wedding day, on the left
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Tulsa History

Grandpa Hardin was already working for the railroad. He held several jobs with the railroad and they traveled by railroad during their married lives.

 

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Charles and Flora, traveling by train with their grandchildren, Robert Condit, Sally and Sam Kosich
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Train pass for CJ and wife, Western Pacific RR

One month into their marriage, Flora and Charles were living in the Killmer Apartments in West Tulsa, OK when they received a knock at their door in the middle of the night and Flora was informed that she would be one of 21 heirs to inherit a fortune.

 

The Tulsa Tribune and my grandparents on the cover

So, although the article makes a big proclamation that my grandparents were to live on Easy Street, that was not to be. Flora’s Grandmother was descended from a Texas family who had owned property where oil was discovered. I can only imagine that it rocked their marriage early. You can see from the article that he was employed as a Switchman for the Frisco road in West Tulsa and Flora was the Credit Manager at Hunt’s Store. To me, the sweetest part of the article is what their dream was…to move to Texas and buy a ranch, raising cattle and hogs. A real country life! But first, they were going to buy a car and drive to Alabama to visit his family.

They do not make it to Easy Street, but they do make it to Texas. Just in time for the Dust Bowl. But first, they moved to Colorado. A year later, in June of 1922, Charles Jackson Hardin Jr. was born. He was a pretty baby and Grandpa Hardin must have been so happy with him.

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But his dear little life wasn’t to be, either. Grandma Flora was already pregnant with my Aunt Kay when Junior died at 15 months old. I cannot fathom how hard it would have been to lose their baby, but Grandma Flora used to walk, every day, a mile to the cemetery and a mile home, crying all the way. This had to have had a lasting effect on their marriage and on their home life.

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CJ Hardin, Jr. and Sr.
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Denver, Colorado (P.S. in the 1920’s not enough money for them to buy this headstone. That was added in the 1990’s by Timothy Jacques, Ruby’s husband and Charles’ son-in-law as a surprise for Ruby, who hated that her brother didn’t have a headstone).
The little family persevered. In the 1920’s he continued working for the railroad. By 1930, they were living in Borger, Texas, had two daughters, Kathleen and Virginia. Flora had their last child, Ruby Mae Hardin on February 9, 1930.

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So while they lived from state to state (Virginia was born in Washington State), Charles made several trips to visit his family in Alabama. You can tell from these pictures he must have been very adored in his family and felt very close to them. I think Flora really longed for a large family with lots of people to love.

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Taken between 1926 and 1927, Tom holding child, Charles, Uncle Bryan and first wife, holding Virginia, then most likely a brother and a sister then his father and front row is Kathleen, a male cousin, Lula and her mother, Mary Young.

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Esther, Thelma, Charlie, Ida and Grace Hardin
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Tom, Issac, Bryan and Charlie
 

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Esther, Lula, Charles and Bryan Hardin
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Etta Trapp, Jack Trapp and Charles Hardin, first cousins

 

In the midst of the depression, they were living in New Mexico and had very little to spare. Relatives Jack and Etta Trapp (Jack’s mother, Eugenia and Charles’ mother Lula were sisters) had been told that there were jobs in California as well as food and sunshine. They decided to move together. Etta Trapp’s sister, Cora and Carl Smithers had already moved to California so there was a safe place to land. My mother said her father drove them to California in his Model T.

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Cora and Carl Smithers
Upon arrival in California, the family camped underneath the Woodson Bridge in Corning. My mother, while embarrassed that they had been homeless when they arrived, said that everyone was doing that, camping out. She returned to the bridge when she was married and living in the area.

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Charles, Virginia, Ruby, Kay and Flora in the California sunshine, holding a fresh picked orange


So while Charles never again lived in Alabama or near his family, he found ways to keep them close. His brother Bryan made numerous trips to California and spent vacations and miles on the road with Flora and Charles. They became really close.

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Charles, Flora, Lilly and Bryan
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Bryan, Flora, Charles traveling by train, Stockton, CA

 

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Bryan, Lilly, Charles on Carpenter Road, Stockton, CA

 

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Charles, sister Thelma, Ed Holmes

Flora and Charles moved to a number of California cities, including Yuba City, Fresno and finally Stockton. They lived on Sierra Nevada, Alpine Avenue and Carpenter Road. My grandfather built the house on Alpine. He also helped build the house on Carpenter Road. Charles worked for several train lines including the Southern Pacific RR, Western Pacific RR, Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe RR.


While Charles worked to make a living for his family, there was another side of him that Flora must have had a difficult time with. He liked to drink and he smoked a pipe or cigar. He also liked to hang out at the bar. While Flora was busy going from church to church (always looking for a home), Charles liked to hang out at a bar, watch baseball and have a drink.

 

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Dick Paulson, Charles, Kay, Jubie holding Tim Jr., Tim holding Cammie, Ray, Jeannie, (front row Sam, Sally, Cindy and Bobby)

Their marriage wasn’t easy and at one point they split up. It makes me sad but I can’t judge either of them. I am sure Flora wasn’t easy to live with and at times Charles wasn’t working. I think it is often a decision to marry in haste that comes home to roost. But those are the facts, you can’t change them.


My mother enjoyed a special relationship with her father. She was the apple of his eye. He was the one that called her Jubie and her name fit. He loved her as greatly as he could and she was devoted to him.

 

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Charles and Jubie
I wish I had known him. I have to be satisfied that my mother always said I had a big heart, just like my Grandpa Hardin and that he would have loved me. I was very close to my Uncle Bryan and my mother used to say if she closed her eyes, listening to Uncle Bryan talk was like listening to Grandpa Hardin. That slow southern drawl must have stayed with him. Hard to miss something you never had, but that is something I missed out on, having a grandfather that I could have been close to.


I think Grandpa Hardin was a genial sort of guy. He was a guy that you could sit and have a drink with and chat about sports. I know my dad liked him. Charles Hardin died of a heart attack on December 29, 1960. Three of the barmaids from the bar that he frequented attended his funeral. That probably didn’t sit well with Flora, but Charles went out loved by all sorts of people.

Charles Jackson Hardin

 

The Tulsa History Center allowed me to use the page from the Race Riot on their website…to learn more, you can find them here

http://tulsahistory.org/learn/online-exhibits/the-tulsa-race-riot/

 

 

 

Father’s Day…Timothy C. Jacques

My dad was born on December 9, 1927 and he was a typical Sagittarius. Head-strong, jovial and earnest; a hard working “good provider”. If you look at any of my other posts, you can see all of the people who made him into who he became. He was a “Momma’s boy”, but one that could take care of himself.

 

He was a charmer. He loved a red-headed chick with great legs and loved to drive a hot-rod as fast as he could get away with.

 

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He could be adventurous or just drop a fishing line into a river, looking to catch a trout. He had a great love of his family. He had older brothers he loved and older sisters that made him feel special. Oh, he did have a pest of a younger sister who liked to talk his ear off, and a niece who was just as bothersome. Hell, Daddy loved Aunt Angie and Viola just as much as anyone else; they were just fun to complain about.

He enlisted in the Merchant Marines at the age of 15 to join World War II then he enlisted in the Army when he reached 18.  He traveled extensively while in the army including Japan, Australia and the Philippines. He loved to play craps in the barracks but eventually no one would play with him because he would win all their money.

 

He met my mom and they were married in Las Vegas in 1952 and went on to have five kids.

When I was a teen, Dad worked in underground construction and often came home dusty and sweaty. He’d come into the house on Harper’s Ferry Court through the garage, into the laundry room, then drop his clothing at the washer. He walked all the way back to his bedroom in just his tightie-whities, even if we had friends at the house.

He took a black lunch box to work, the kind that had a flip top lid and silver latches. He sometimes took a Hostess cupcake or a Hostess snowball for his desert at lunch. He usually brought home the extra, and you could have whatever he brought back. Sometimes, it was left over Vienna sausages.  Daddy carried Juicy-fruit gum, the yellow wrappers sticking out of his shirt pocket.

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Since he was in underground construction, he’d often wear a hard-hat and usually had one around the house.

He loved having a baby in the house.  As his last baby, my dad “babied me”. He loved to tell the story how he’d driven my mother to the hospital and dropped her off at the door. After parking the car, he raced into the hospital, only to see a nurse pushing a baby in a bassinet through the lobby. He said, “Hey, that’s my baby.” The  nurse said, “This baby was just born.” Daddy responded, “That’s my baby.” And it was me.

Mother had a serious fall down a staircase when she worked for Lockheed. She broke several vertebra in her back and damaged her shoulder. I was three years old. After that, my oldest sister Cammie and my dad took the responsibility of caring for me. Momma was still there but it was Daddy who bought my lunchbox when I started school. I cried and cried that I couldn’t possibly take a hot-wheels lunch box to school but he’d already bought it and so I was stuck with it. I wasn’t happy about that. He also took me to the first day of kindergarten. I was reluctant to join the class (going back to: I was the baby and didn’t want to go) and he pushed me toward the other children and told me he’d wait in the back of the room. Of course, he’d scat-assed as soon as I sat down.

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My cousin Cynthia Paulson was getting married in 1969 when I was about 4. I was her flower girl. I made it down the aisle alright, but once on the stage I became very antsy and was flopping over with great exaggeration. My dad started mouthing at me from the audience to stand still during the ceremony. Finally I whined at him from the alter, “But Daddy, I’m tired.” Oh yes, that became my dad’s catch phrase for me.

When I was six, Dad took me to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey circus, just the two of us. I thought it was so cool that he’d taken me somewhere by myself. My favorite act was the motorcyclist who drove around and around inside a cage.

Some days Daddy would leave a quarter and a dime on the table for my lunch money. When he was out of Skippy Peanut Butter, he wouldn’t leave Momma a note. Rather, he’d leave the empty tub on the counter. I guess we surmised it was time to replace it. He only liked white, store bought bread. He said he hated taking homemade bread to school in a tin can. He only drank whole milk and loved sweets, especially lemon cake.

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After Mom and Dad got married, my Aunt Jean famously gave them six months. Their marriage lasted far longer than that.

When I talk to Aunt Henrietta, my dad’s first cousin that he and Mother were friends with, she never fails to mention how much my parents loved each other, how devoted they were to each other. Their love was evident to anyone who spent any time with them.

Growing up, we knew Mom and Dad came first with each other, no matter what.

Daddy loved a good Roi-Tan Falcon cigar and smoked them constantly. When I was little he had smoked Camel cigarettes but after a health scare, he switched to cigars. He finally gave those up too, toward the end.

My dad loved to sit in his chair with his cigar and read or watch T.V. He was very well read, which made up for his lack of formal schooling. He was very intelligent and loved a good mystery.

All my life, my mother was my best friend. After she had died, I forced dad into that role. I don’t think he minded. He was very hunched over by then and had a difficult time sitting up straight. I would sit next to him on the floor and put my head on his lap, just so I could have him hug me.

If Dad were here today, I would buy him a box of See’s Candy (we only get Rocky Road and Peanut Butter Crunch…all two pounds) and take him out for Dave Wongs. This is the 13th Father’s Day that I have spent without him. I miss you Timothy Celestino Jacques or Big Time, as one of my brother in law’s used to call him. He was a hellofa guy!

 

FILBERTO JAQUEZ

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The oldest son of Juan N. and Ana Maria Jaquez, Uncle Bert (that’s what my dad called him) was born on August 5, 1880. I have wanted to add his story to my blog for some time but I couldn’t pin down details regarding him and it was driving me crazy. As you can see, Uncle Bert’s real name (at this point I’ll call it that) was Filberto Jaquez. Now, if I tell you the amount of hours I put into looking for him spelled only that way, you’ll think I’m batty. I found him on the 1910 and his name is listed as Filberto A. Jaquez. That letter A is important. So, Uncle Bert is second after Aunt Sara and just before Aunt Josephine.

 

Juan N.'s children                                             Uncle Bert is third from left, seated

When I decided to start looking at Uncle Bert several months ago, I thought a call to Henrietta Hayes was in order. As one of the last  two remaining people alive who would have known him, I thought she was the perfect person to ask.

One of the first things Aunt Henrietta told me was that Aunt Sara, Uncle Bert and Aunt Josephine all attended Carlisle Indian School. Now, I knew of Carlisle because some of my Native American ancestors on my mother’s side had attended that school and we found some really cool documents for them.

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Uncle Bert attended Carlisle Indian School for five years. He was a football player and he played against Princeton and Yale Universities The players would call the Carlisle players “country hicks” as all the students were from the country.

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                                            Uncle Bert is standing back row center

Carlisle Indian School would “outsource” their students so every student lived with a family in the Carlisle, Pennsylvania area.

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Uncle Bert attended from 1899-1905 (approximately).

Carlisle Indian School                               Carlisle Indian School

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Of course, the most famous Carlisle Indian student was Jim Thorpe.

In 1907 Bert Jaquez married Virginia Duran. Their first child was Margarite Jaquez born in 1908, the next was Fred Jaquez born in 1909 and the rest of their children were Ann, Millie, Patty, Cristobal, Leonard and Teddy.

Alex, Virginia, Bert, Onofre, Celia, Ana Maria Lujan & clan

As you can see in this picture, Uncle Bert is the third person to the left, Virginia next to him holding a baby. I think the little girl in the white dress is clearly their daughter (she looks just like her mother lol).

Uncle Bert’s oldest daughter, Ann Jaquez became Ann Latham. She lived in Hollywood, CA and was a fabulous cook for movie stars. When the depression hit, she went to work for the Sheriff’s office in Los Angeles.

Anne Latham 1938

 

Now, don’t hold these next words against me. I did not say them. I didn’t even think them. However, when I asked Aunt Henrietta to describe Uncle Bert’s personality, she said he was a “Goldbricker.”

I laughed. She asked if I knew what that meant. I said no, I have never heard of that term. She said, “Well, you’ll have to look it up.”

Here is the definition. “Goldbricking…To loaf or goof around on the job. Supposedly an old union term describing laborers (or more specifically, bricklayers) who were going so slow.

Now, that I did find funny.

She also said he ran a blacksmith shop and a shoe shop. But his main source of income was sheep ranching. Like his father and his father’s father, he was a sheep rancher.

draft cardNow, here we circle back to the name issue. This is the WWI draft card filled out for Albert C. Jaquez. Shows him born August 5, 1880, had a wife named Virginia and he was a wool and sheep grower.  So, one of the things that stopped me from adding Uncle Bert to this blog was I couldn’t find when he died. I thought, well, this is ridiculous. I have a ton of pictures of him. I know a lot about him. What the heck? So I had some across some Ancestry.com hints that showed A.C. Jaquez and I was like, no, that can’t be him. (I always think I know better.) However, I started searching again and decided to take a good look at the A.C. Jaquez hints. It always showed the spouse as Virginia (check). Also showed that they lived in Southern California in later years (where daughter Ann lived, check). Also showed the same birthdate for Uncle Bert (although there is always some discrepancy with the date, whether it was 1880 or 1881.

Bert Jaquez & Virginia Duran                        Uncle Bert, Aunt Virginia and their son and grandbaby

Celestino sibs                                     Uncle Bert on the far right

Senator Chavez palbearers announced T.S. Archuleta and Bert JacquezI thought this was interesting. Senator Dennis Chavez’ honorary pallbearers included T.S. Archuleta (Uncle Simon) and Bert Jaquez.

I finally decided to call the mortuary where A.C. Jaquez was buried. I asked the clerk if she could tell me what his name is listed on their records. She said that the plot was owned by A.C. Jaquez but that Filiberto Jaquez was buried there. So, either Uncle Bert went by A.C. or it was owned by Ann Jaquez or some other mystery but it seems reasonable that it is in fact his grave.

It appears that Filberto Jaquez died on November 22, 1963. I am going to try ordering his death certificate so I can have confirmation.

 

Jacques/Jaquez/Jaques Familia

Well, I know I have done a post on Juan Nepomuceno Jaquez before but I have a few things to add. The first is this:

Juan N. Jaquez for 1898

I ran across this record and thought it was something my kids should know. His occupation listed on the census is farmer. When I think of a farmer, I think of someone who has a “midwest” attitude and mindset. But I don’t think Juan N. was that kind of farmer. I think he was very much a politician, a family man and in fact I think he is exactly how our fathers turned into the loving family men that they did.

Juan N Jaquez in 1897 Territorial Legislature

So, Juan N. is in the farthest row on the right, second picture down. My father was so proud of this picture. He had it framed and it hung in our house for years. My father had great respect and admiration for Juan N. We went to the New Mexico Legislature building in Santa Fe, just so my dad could show us where the legislature met.

Juan N. Jaquez house bill

Here is a piece of legislature introduced by Juan N. to keep animals from running loose in the streets. So he liked an orderly town, clearly.

Report of the Governor of New Mexico to the Secretary of the Interior

And here is the listing for the House of Representatives.

While I was researching him, I ran across a book titled, “La Plata, Tri-cultural Traditions in the Upper San Juan Basin” written by Frederic B Wildfang. There is a chapter in this book entitled “Cattlewoman of the Year, Stella Montoya”. If you remember, Stella Montoya is Uncle Onofre’s daughter. I was scanning the chapter about her when I ran across this picture.

Juan N.'s children

I thought hot damn, I’ve never seen this picture before.  So there isn’t a lot of detail on the picture itself but I believe the back row is Aunt Celia, Aunt Lucy, Aunt Sara, Aunt Josephine and I am not certain who is the last in the row. The article does point out Aunt Sara and knowing she is the oldest, it makes sense. In the bottom row, Uncle Simon, Grandpa Celestino, Uncle Bert and Uncle Onofre. As near as I can tell, this is taken in close proximity to when Uncle Onofre went into WWI so this is probably close to 1915. I have ordered the book and can’t wait to read it.

Speaking of his children, I had a picture that I wasn’t sure who it was although I knew it was Juan N.

Juan N. and Celia

Love how her arm is thrown around her father. So, this is Juan N. Celia, Edna, Effie and Fred Herrera. I wasn’t positive until I saw that my cousin had posted the names on that picture and looking at baby  Effie I thought, that is probably very accurate. So I think this is from approximately 1929 as Effie was born in 1928.

I think Juan N was very much a family man. The pictures of his 50th wedding anniversary  below show a man who surrounded by his children and grandchildren.

I ran across a writing on my cousin Joey Telena’s Ancestry account. It was from Aunt Flora and she was talking about her life. Aunt Flora was the daughter of my Great Aunt Josephine who passed away in 1929 when Aunt Flora was 13.

Aunt Flora talking about her grandfather

It is so wonderful to have her words about her grandfather. Those words mean so much to me. He went to check on his grandchildren every day after his daughter died, making sure Aunt Flora had what she needed to take care of her brothers. I love how they called him old man Jacquez! Haha, so funny.

Speaking of Jacquez, our last name has undergone so many changes. When I found Eusequio, Juan N’s father, on the 1870 census, it is spelled Jacquez. When I find Juan N. on the 1900 Census, Juan N’s last name is spelled Jaquez, no letter C. My birth certificate is spelled Jacquez but my dad had his name changed to Jacques when I was young and so I spelled my son’s name that way too. I guess no matter what way you spell it, you can’t hide great genes!

Virginia Lois Hardin Kosich

Virginia Lois Hardin was born on April 13, 1926. She was born the middle child of Flora Burgess and Charles J. Hardin.

 

Baby aunt jean

This picture was taken in Alabama. Aunt Jean is the baby in the top row, fourth from the left. These are some of Grandpa Hardin’s siblings, his parents, grandparents and the little girl standing on the far left is Aunt Kay.

She must have been a charmer as a baby and she was a charmer her entire life.

Aunt Jean at about 4

Aunt Jean is on the left, my momma in the middle and Aunt Kay on the right.

She was born in Washington State and as her father worked for the railroad, they moved a lot. Her younger sister Jubie was born in Texas before they lived in New Mexico. By about 1935, in the midst of the Great Depression, they moved in their Touring Dodge to California. They moved out with two other families, the Coates family and the McDonald family. They all came to California because Grandpa Hardin had cousins, Jack and Etta Trapp, who were already living in there. They moved to Corning.

april 7, 1936 Hardin girls

Jeannie, Jubie and Kay

Those girls must have been very excited to leave the dust bowl behind. The 1930’s was a period of time when severe dust storms damaged the agriculture on the prairies in middle America and over two hundred thousand people came to California. Because so many people were flooding in, many camped wherever they could until they were able to get established. For the Hardins, it was underneath Woodson Bridge. Now this area is a State Park but in the 1930’s, everyone just camped next to the river.

Aunt Jean and mom

Jeannie always made everything fun. Jubie would say it didn’t matter what Jeannie had to do, she would make a game of it and Jubie grew up very close to her sister.

Hardin family

Charles, Flora, Jeannie and Jubie

They lived in Corning for three years, then the family moved to Yuba City. They were there for about three years too, then to Fresno for a couple more. At that point, her older sister Kay went off to boarding school and it was just Jeannie and Jubie at home. They moved to Riverdale where her father gave a try at farming cotton and alfalfa. After, her mother bought a house in Fresno. It was the first house the family had owned.

The girls were allowed to travel by train alone and, well, it’s probably best if Jubie tells you about it.

Jubie thought Jeannie knew everything there was to know about life and how to work it to her advantage. Needless to say, Jubie learned a lot from her.

Hardins plus one

Charles, Kay, Flora, Jubie, Bob Condit and Jeannie

Jeannie got married in 1943 at the tender age of 17 to Bob Condit and she stayed with him until she was 19. Her first child, Robert Charles Condit was born on July 18, 1945. Bob Condit got out of the service on a medical discharge and he wanted to move Jeannie back to Iowa. Jeannie stayed there for about six months before she and Bobby came home. She never went back and she and Bob divorced.

When Grandma Flora moved to Stockton, Jeannie came here too. Bobby was just a little kid when Grandma started watching him. Grandpa Hardin was working at the railroad. When Grandma Flora wanted to go back to work, they thought she was too old to hire as a secretary and that is when she got into the Shaklee business.

 

Raymond Kosich was born on January 24, 1923 in Oakland, CA to Sam and Eva Kosich. Sam Kosich was born in Yugoslavia and Eva’s family was from Sutter Creek, CA.

Uncle Ray - Mar 1931

Ray Kosich, 1931

I am very fortunate that my cousin Jim shared with me all of the history, photographs and everything he had of his fathers. When I look at Uncle Ray as a child, he looks just like my cousins Sam and John.

Ray’s father was the Manager of Tiny’s Waffle House, located at 27 N. Sutter Street in Stockton.

Tiny's

They were a very old-time Stockton couple, back when Stockton was in its heyday. He was an only child and very adored. Uncle Ray attended University of the Pacific in 1943 and became a member of Omega Phi Alpha

Uncle Ray's Fraternity - 1942.jpg

Ray enlisted in the Finance Department of the US Army on November 27, 1942 at the age of 19 and he received a Bronze star

Then Private R.S. Kosich

Uncle Ray's Bronze Star ++

 

Jeanie and Ray married on October 18, 1948 in Carson City, Nevada. Their first baby, Sallie Jean Kosich, was born on September 6, 1949, the same year Big Sam Kosich, Ray’s father, passed away.

Sallie Jean

Ray took over at Tiny’s Waffle Shop and they moved to 3 East McKenzie where they would live for the rest of their married life. They had so many families that the Kosich kids grew up with including the Jacksons (I thought they were our family too because their last name was so close), the Stovers and the Whittens. Their entire lives revolved around that street and those kids could walk into every house in the neighborhood and be treated just like they were family.

Jeannie, then Jeannie, Jubie, Sallie and Bobby and Jeannie holding Sallie

Ray eventually bought the restaurant and on October 11th, 1952 Samuel Raymond Kosich was born.

Jeanie, bobby sallie and sam at train station

Bobby, Sallie, Sam and Jeannie

Ray eventually opened a private investigation business along with Jeannie and they worked cases together.

Aunt Jean at dinner - 1969ish maybe..

Aunt Jean and Uncle Ray circa 1967

This is Uncle Ray and Aunt Jean in the front yard of 3 East McKenzie.

Aunt Jean and Uncle Ray patiently waiting for Sam to pose

Sam, Jeannie and Ray

James Randall Kosich was born on July 30, 1960 and John Steven Kosich was born on December 9, 1961, forever to be called the little boys.

Hardin family picture

Uncle Ray holding Johnny, Sally, Bobby, Cindy, Uncle Dick, Daddy, then Aunt Jean holding Jimmy, Sam, Grandma Flora, Kevin and Kendall Paulsen held by Aunt Kay then Momma holding Jackie and Laurie, Cammie and Timmy.

Aunt Jean

Aunt Jean is so stylish here, just beautiful!

Uncle Ray and JohnnyUncle Ray admiring little Johnny

Aunt Jean at Grandma Flora's house Feb 1962 - at Grandma pompom's

Dinner at Flora’s house.

 

Hardin family again

Aunt Kay, Uncle Dick, Bobby, Cindy, Flora, Charles, Ray, Jeannie, Sallie, Sam, Tim, Jubie Cammie and Timmy taken at Kay’s house warming.

me and uncle ray

Me and Uncle Ray when I was about a year and a half.

Hardin family picture last

This is one of the last pictures of our family. It is very blurry but also precious at the same time. Ray Kosich died on May 2, 1971 at the age of 48 from a heart attack. To say that he was gone too soon would be an understatement and his leaving left a void in their family too great to comprehend.  My cousin John recently spoke about his brother Sam coming to tell him and Jim, ages 10 and 11, that their father had died and how difficult it was and how much Sam tried to step in for his father to be a great big brother to them.

There are times in life when it would be so nice to be able to hit a pause button, to be able to stop where we are and hold those that we love close and refuse to let those moments turn into memories.

Jeannie moved closer to her mother in Nevada City, CA and the boys (can’t help myself) went to school there before moving to San Jose, closer to her sister Jubie. It was difficult for Jeannie and she gave of herself to the best of her ability.

 

aunt jean 1

I always think of my Aunt Jean when I watch the movie Terms of Endearment. In one of the last scenes of the movie, the character played by Shirley MacClaine, starts ranting until the nurse gives her daughter the shot of morphine. If there was something that seemed impossible to do, Aunt Jean would be the person to get it accomplished. She could talk her way into and out of situations that would have bent the spine of a lesser person.

My favorite Aunt Jean story is when she came to the house one time and really wanted to help Jubie so she let Jeanie make the biscuits for breakfast. We get to the breakfast table, the biscuits looked hard and terrible and my dad says, “Jub, what in the hell did you do to the biscuits?” Momma gave him a look and said we’ll talk about it later. He was so used to my mother’s cooking he didn’t like when anyone else cooked but especially biscuits. Dad couldn’t let it go. and finally my mother had to say Jeannie made the biscuits and everyone just laughed. Aunt Jean didn’t really inherit the cooking genes like Jubie did.

We stayed very close to our cousins and so much of our shared childhood. It was often a game of “Got You Last” or if the “Kosich Brats” went to get flu shots with the “Jacques’ Brats” and Johnny fainting when he got his shot will always leave a lasting memory. Driving up to Grandma Flora’s house and praying all the way that it would snow (the next morning it snowed so much there was a faint line of green where my parent’s car had been). Sitting next to each other at the children’s table and then having to wait while Grandma or Pappy said the blessing and wondering who would laugh first before they finished. Sleeping in the tee pee that Grandma had made for us then having to sleep in the house because Johnny was afraid. (Oh yes, Johnny will say it wasn’t him but trust me, he was too afraid for sleeping outside of Grandma’s house).

Virginia Lois Kosich passed away on October 14, 1990 and is buried at Cherokee Memorial Cemetery.

We got together when my cousin Bobby passed away in Iowa on September 27, 2003 and we remaining kids had a dinner to honor his memory.

Kosich brats

Johnny, Laurie, myself, Sam, Jim, Jackie and Tim at that event.

 

Kosich brats and dad

Jim, Mary, Little Johnny, Amanda, Allison, Dad, Jake, Donna and John on my dad’s 75th birthday.

My cousin Jim had married a lovely girl by the name of Mary and had two beautiful girls, Amanda and Jennifer. He passed away way too early in 2012 at the age of 52.  He wrote to me in 2009 because he had found a picture of Grandma Flora on my Ancestry.com page and he said he just knew it had to be me that had put that up. I laughed and he began to share that he was starting to do some research on his Grandma Eva’s heritage and then he sent me all of the photographs of Uncle Ray on this page along with the recording of his father. I am so glad he shared that with me and I will continue to research some of Eva’s heritage for him.

Jim and Mary

My cousin Sally still lives here in Stockton, is married, and has two sons and 4 grandchildren.

Sallie jean two

Johnny is also married, lives in Stockton and has three children: John Jr., Allison and Jake.

John's family

jackie and john

Jackie and Johnny

Last year I helped my cousin Sam get his Native American I.D. card and saw him several times throughout the year. He passed away unexpectedly in July of 2015. It was so sudden and I just wasn’t prepared to have him leave us so soon.

Sam

Sam and his best friend Shiela

Virginia Lois Kosich and Raymond Samuel Kosich left a lasting legacy. Humans struggle with life and they were no different but they produced great children and as far as I can see their grandchildren are going to be spectacular people and it will go on and on.