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on May 22 2010 18:59 |  My mother Bonita Daniel Paulson had started writing her memories in a spiral bound notebook a few years belore she died. This is really a treasure as it is written in her own handwriting. I am going to put it all here just as she had written it with just a few entries for clarity. Nana's Journal My Earliest Memories in Oklahoma My earlies memory occured when I was approximately 1 1/2 years old according to my mother. That would have been the summer of 1934. My mother's friend Frances Wheeler (she is the person who gave me my name) gave an Ice Cream Social. This was an invitation to several families to gather at her home for homemade ice cream and I'm sure since it was probably an all day affair, there was other food also. In those days most families were rather large - so there were quite a few children. Among them were my half-brother Elmer - he as the oldest of my parent's children. He was the son of my Dad's first marriage (to Effie Vivian Hancock). His first wife died in the flu epidemic following World War I. Also there were my three brothers: J.B.(the oldest), Gurld - called Slim (the middle) and Will (the youngest). Also there was my sister Vitha (she is 2 years older than I) and of course me. As I recall, Mrs. Wheeler lived in a large house with a porch all across the front. It is not clear in my mind if there was an addition at the side of the house that was 2 stories, or whether this was a separate building. However this building had an outside staircase leading to the upper level. Of course children love to play on stairs and there were quite a few of us playing on them. Somehow I fell down the stairs and was knocked unconcious. I have no ideal how many steps I fell down - but mother told me that I was unconcious for quite a while. I wasn't sure that this had realy happened or whether it was something I had only dreamed. But I asked my mother about it when she visited us in Waco in 1960 and she said that it had really happened. A Visit To My Grandparents The second early memory I have is a visit to my mother's parents. This was probably during the same period as my first memory as I recall being very small. | |
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on May 2 2010 15:19 |
Halloween has always been one of my favorite days. When we were kids, we would plan our "costumes" for weeks. We would hunt through old clothes and check out masks at the store. Stephen and I never had a "store-bought" costume, and probably no one but us could guess what our homemade outfits were "supposed" to be, but it was fun anyway.(Except for those darn masks which were hard to look out of and would make you sweat like crazy even on cool nights.)
When I was growing up in Waco, the area we lived in was Trick or Treater's paradise. Nearly every house for blocks had their porch light on. Nanny (Mamie Eaves Paulson) would walk me and Stephen as long as we wanted, and we would collect so much candy that it would fill a grocery bag (in my memory!). We would make trips back to the house to empty our bags and go to a different street several times.
Mom and Dad would stay at the house to hand out candy and sort through all the goodies we'd collect. Dad would eat quite a bit of it, too. This was the days before people were afraid to eat homemade treats. We would get homemade cupcakes and cookies, my favorite were the popcorn balls. We would walk along eating the good things that people gave us without a care in the world.
Usually there would be one or two houses where a Halloween party was taking place. Sometimes the people would invite us in to get treats off the table, or a cup of punch. I really loved the costurme parties, to see the adults wearing costumes.
As we got older, Stephen and I would take Danny with us for the first part of the evening. It's always a good idea to take a cute small child, everyone gives them more candy - especially if they only have a small sack! Some years we would walk with a group of friends, which could be quite an adventure. Someone would always want to go farther than we had ever ventured, into strange neighborhoods that we weren't familiar with.
One year we had gone onto an unfamiliar street and were having pretty good luck. One house was sort of by itself with a vacant lot next to it. We saw a man sitting on a fallen log in the vacant lot, but still decided to cut across the lot to get to the house. As we approached the man, who had his back to us, we started hollering "Trick or Treat!" He turned to face us and he had a scary mask on. The group of kids ran in every direction but toward that house!
Of course, some people went to a lot of trouble to give their house "atmosphere" even back then. My favorite was on the same street as my grandmother's house. The whole family would put on sheets and sit on the front porch to hand out candy. When we were small you couldn't talk us into asking them for candy! One lady used to put the candy in a big iron pot in her front yard and wear a witch's outfit. My favorite thing was all the Jack-O'Lanterns, I always admired the carving job on each one I saw.
When we moved to Houston, Stephen and I would walk Danny and Mike around the neighborhood. We would still walk with a group of friends, there was safety in numbers since it was known that rough teenagers would try to take sacks from kids sometimes.
We would put a lot of effort into decorating our house, but we didn't buy decorations back then. We would stuff one of Dad's work gloves and have it sticking out of the mailbox (like "It" on the Adam's Family), and find things to make a "body" to cover with a sheet in the front yard. Then we would put a JackO'Lantern at each end. It was fun to watch kids poke at it with a stick to see if if would move.
Once, Stephen had me cover him with a sheet to fool some of his friends. When they came up and started poking at him, he sat up! Of course they claimed they knew he was there all along when he caught up with them later in the evening.
My best friend, Elaine and her brother Calvin lived up the street in those days. Calvin would sit in a tree by their front porch and drop a sheet on teenagers who came up their path. The first year that we lived there, we had walked along with our neighbor with three small children who lived across the street. Calvin dropped the sheet on her, and you could hear her scream a couple of blocks away. She was a petite lady and Calvin had thought she was one of my teenage friends!
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on May 2 2010 15:13 | Memories of Grandma Tallant - by John William Turner Jr.
Mickey Aranki - Oct 29, 1999
| Note: The following are excerpts from a letter written by John William Turner, Jr. of Vicksburg, Mississippi to Sandra Tallant Schlicht. I am copying it exactly as it appears in "Our Book, Southern Talants Vol II" compiled by the Talant, Talent, Tallant, Tallent descendants and researchers, 1997 - with the permission of Mr. Turner.
"My name is John W. Turner Jr. born February 9, 1915 in Pontotoc, Miss. My great-grandmother was Docia Tallant (McKinny). My Grandparents were Daniel Hackney Tutor and Susan Vinyard Tallant Tutor. My mother was Mary Viola Tutor, granddaughter of Docia Tallant."
"Docia McKinney married Jim Tallant who was killed in the Civil War. The records we have show that Grandma Tallant was born in 1824, and died in 1920. I always thought she was older then that but I won't argue with the data we have."
"Grandma Tallant lived with my Grandparents in her final years. I remember her personally as I was about 5 or 6 years old. I recall very well that she was blind and smoked a corn cob pipe. The tobacco she used was home grown and cured in a "twist". She could crumble the tobacco and load the pipe even though she was totally blind, she could go most any place in the house she needed to, unassisted, even to the dining table for meals."
"There was an eight-day clock in the room that denoted the time by a chime. It struck the number of chimes to tell the hour and would strike once on every half-hour, so she always knew the time of day within 15 or 20 minutes."
"Usually when we visited my Grandparents, the children would sleep on what we called pallets, made by spread quilts and pillows on the floor. However, I can recall an occasion or two when the weather was so cold pallets were not feasible and I have slept with Grandma Tallant -- even though this was the exeption rather than the rule."
"I'm sorry I can't answer most of your questions...I do know about Piney Grove Church and cemetery. As a growing boy, I have attended church there on occasion and some of the most memorable times were what I referred to as "all day singing and dinner on the grounds." The lead singers used tuning forks but I guess the thing I remember the most was the abundance of good food -- fried chicken; fried apple pie; country ham and biscuit sandwiches and all kinds of cake, etc."
"Grandma Tallant was buried in Piney Grove Cemetery. I do not know the physical status of the cemetery since its been a long time since I was there. Piney Grove Church, at one time, was also used as a grade school. My mother taught there before she married."
"The enclosed map (See this map in our File Cabinet, under "Cemeteries In Southwest Pontotoc County, Mississippi") shows the location of some cemeteries including Piney Grove (23) and Anderson Cemetery (15). My Grandfather and Grandmother (Daniel H. Tutor and Susie Vinyard were both buried there."
"To my knowledge, the cemetery at Thaxton was always known as just "Thaxton Cemetery." My Uncle Wade (Joe Wade) Tutor was buried there."
"I have put an (X) on the map to show the approximate location of my Grandparents home where Grandma Tallant died. There are no roads leading into the old home place and there never was, except for a wagon trail that varied depending on mud holes and fallen trees. They did not have a reason to use a road very much. They attended Church at Piney Grove and since the home place was about 85 to 90% self sustaining - roads were not necessary as we know them today. My Grandmother once told me that in all her life they had to buy one four pound bucket of lard and they killed hogs and rendered lard before the four pounds lbs. was about half gone. They had to buy flour, coffee, some sugar, salt, black pepper. Most of these items were purchased by trading eggs or chickens at the most convienient cross road store. The stores all had facilities to candle eggs and a pen to keep live chickens. Corn meal was obtained by taking your own corn to the grist mill. The cost of grinding was paid for by the miller taking a toll. They always had plenty of good food, home canned fruits and vegetables including hominy and kraut - plenty of chickens and eggs, home cured meat in the smoke house. They even made most of their own soap and the lye from ashes to make the soap - I've had the privilege to help in most of these processes."
"Since my Mother (Mary Viola Tutor Turner) and my youngest grandson (Stephen Daniel Turner) were born the same year "89", a hundred years apart, we enjoyed them together for a little over two years."
Three children of James "Jim" C. Tallant and Docia McKinney: Susan Vinyard, Katherine "Coot", and John Dick.
Note: John William Turner III wrote me:
"Susan Vinyard Tallant was my great grandmother. She held me as a chld as her mother, Docia Tallant had my father. I do not remember her as well as my father remembered her mother, but I do remember the old house that she lived in near her son Daniel Isaac Tutor. I know of no family relation to the Vinyard surname, even though it is the middle name for Susan."
(I had inquired about the Vinyard name, as I have a branch of this family in my dad's side back in Tennessee.) |
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on May 2 2010 15:09 | Osama Aranki Arrives In America
Mickey Aranki - Sep 10, 1999
| Thirty-two years ago today my husband arrived in this country for the first time. He had been fortunate to have a chance to come and live with an American family and attend college. In all the excitement of getting ready for the trip, he had not thought how long it would be before he would ever go back to his family home.
After making a connection in Paris, his plane arrived in New York. He had never seen anything as big as the airport terminal, but the most facinating thing was seeing black people for the first time! He had heard about them, but never actually seen one. His family back home still didn't own a television, they had only had electricity a few years. How much we take for granted now. Even in his hometown of Bir-zeit, everyone owns a television now and children are exposed to the whole world.
Some friends of his American sponsor family met him in New York and helped get him on the plane to Dallas. He was looking forward to seeing Texas, he already knew all about it from all the John Wayne movies he had watched at the cinema. He was excited to get some boots and a hat, maybe ride a horse. Everyone in Texas has a horse after all.
When he arrived at Love Field, he was a very tired 18 year old, and very grateful for the pillow and blanket that Mr. & Mrs. Maples had put in the back of the station wagon. He slept all the way to Graham, never guessing that the only thing he would be riding for awhile would be the yellow school bus to Cisco Junior College. |
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on May 2 2010 15:05 | Paulson family 1889
Ginnie Bridge - Oct 16, 1999 View | Edit | Delete | Viewers
| Regarding Dennis Paulson, son of William & Margaret Paulson.
We know that Dennis Paulson was married to Lula Nelson in 1889 because that’s when they had their first child, Jacob Paulson. (He may have a middle name, but we don’t know what it is.) In 1892 they also had Margaret. (We called her Aunt Maggie).
Both Jacob and Margaret were born in Oklahoma. (At that time it was called Indian Territory.) Sometime between 1892 when Aunt Maggie was born and before 1896 Lula Nelson died and Dennis Paulson married Dolly Tomlinson.
Dennis and Dolly (probably Dorothy) had William Charlie Paulson in 1896 and Jesse R. Paulson in 1897.
Around 1900 Dennis Paulson died, cause unknown. He is thought to be buried in Maud, OK and we have a picture of a gravestone, but we have no absolute proof that it is his grave.
Dolly and one or two of her brothers took her stepchildren, Jacob and Margaret to Dennis’ mother, Margaret Sullivan (then married to Dick Sullivan and living in Oklahoma City). On their way back to Dolly’s kin, (we don’t know where), Dolly was riding in a wagon with her children William Charlie and Jesse R. Her one or two brothers were riding horseback. While crossing a creek somewhere in Oklahoma, Dolly fell off the wagon and into the water. She became very ill, or perhaps she was ill before she fell off. She was thought to be pregnant at the time. The brother’s found a very poor family in the hills somewhere and left Dolly and the two children with them. The brother or brothers never came back and no one knows why. Shortly after they left, Dolly died.
The family just kept the Charlie and Jesse because there wasn’t anyone else around to care for them. Charlie’s memories of that time (he was only about 4 years old) were not happy, but keep in the mind that the family was already rather large and they were very poor. A man named Russell Beene from Ada, OK came by the house. He stopped there from time to time when he was on business trips. He stayed the night and went on to wherever he was going. A few months later when Russell was returning from his business trip and going back to Ada, he again stayed the night with this family. He was very surprised when he found the two boys still there, as everyone had expected Dolly’s brother or brothers to return for the boys.
Russell Beene took Charlie and Jesse with him to his home in Ada, and in later years legally adopted them both. Jesse kept the name of Beene throughout his life. Charlie grew up as a Beene, and when he married, he was married under that name, and all his children were born under that name.
Times were very hard then and Charlie was a moon shiner. (He and his wife and seven children lived somewhere in the hills of Oklahoma.) The revenuer, a man named Whitehead, was very close to proving that Charlie was a moon shiner and was and inch or so away from arresting him and sending him to prison. This was in 1935.
Russell and Martha Beene had kept the memory of Charlie and Jesse’s parents and history alive for them. So… in 1935, in order to escape the law, Charlie looked up his older half brother, Jacob, in Oklahoma City. Charlie and his family instantly became Paulson’s again and moved his family to Oklahoma City. (How he knew where to find Jacob is somewhere in my notes, somewhere in my house.) Jesse also moved to Oklahoma City shortly after that. I don’t know where Jesse was living prior to 1935. Maggie had always lived in the Oklahoma City area.
At the time the four children, Jacob, Maggie, Charlie and Jesse were separated, Jacob was about 11 years old, Maggie was about 8 years old, Charlie was about 4 years old and Jesse was about 3 years old. They were reunited 35 years later and they and their families all became very close. |
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on May 2 2010 14:58 | Obituary for Robert Raymond Webb From the San Bernardino, California newspaper:
Robert R. Webb
Senior cook supervisor
Robert Raymond Webb, 73, died Thursday of acute respiratory failure at home.
Webb, a native of El Reno, Okla., lived in San Bernardino 10 years.
He was a senior cook supervisor with the Fresno County Sheriff's Department for 11 years. He was a member of First Assembly of God Church in San Bernardino. He was a Navy veteran.
Survivors include his wife, Vitha V.; two sons, Robert A. of Fort Garland, Colo., and Danny L. of Strathmore; two daughters, Kathyleen A. Weathers of San Bernardino and Linda M. Gooler of Riverdale; his brother, Eugene De Moss of Dinuba; five grandchildren and one great-grandaughter.
Visitation will be from 3 to 7 p.m. Monday with service at 11 a.m. Tuesday, both at Bobbitt Memorial Chapel, 1299 E. Highland Ave., San Bernardino. Interment will follow at Montecito Memorial Park, Barton Road and Waterman Avenue, Colton. | |
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on May 2 2010 14:49 | Houses I Have Lived In 
The first house I remember is the duplex house shared by my parents and my grandmother Mamie Eaves Paulson and her sister Bertie Eaves Dean. The address was 3712 Parrott in Waco, Texas.
There are so many things I remember about that house, from the wallpaper in the kitchen to the red climbing rosebush in front. When we moved in my mom was only nineteen, my dad twenty-four. My sister, Cynthia Gayle was born and passed away here. My brothers Stephen and Danny were born while we lived there.
The house needed lots of work when they bought it, I remember my parents doing re-modeling work. Dad was going to Electronics school and working at night. Nanny (our name for Mamie) and Aunt Bertie both worked at a laundry. Somehow dad managed to get a television set, the first in the neighborhood. I can't remember a time without the T.V., one of my earliest memories is the big globe turning at the beginning of "As the World Turns". Times were different then, we didn't have air-conditioning, I don't even remember box fans when I was growing up - yet mom cooked and baked every day. I remember the old fashioned gas stove in the kitchen in Nanny & Aunt Bertie's side of the house; it must have been made in the '30's.
Lots of nights we would sit outside, sometimes friends would stop by to visit and we kids would have great games of hide-and-go-seek in the dark. We would catch "lightening bugs' and put them in jars to make lamps. Sometimes we would just sit and watch for falling stars.
The best times were when family came to visit for a few days. Mom would outdo herself cooking, and we would get special treats like homemade ice cream. I learned if I was still and quiet that I could get to listen to the grown-ups talk, I learned to love family history back then.
One of the best memories is of me and Stephen sitting on the front porch waiting for Dad and Nanny & Aunt Bertie to get home from work. Fridays were the best because they would always bring home some little treat for us, maybe a coloring book or some modeling clay. Then after dinner, we made our weekly trip to H.E.B. to grocery shop. Once the store was held up while we were there, luckily we were in the back and some of the stock boys hurried us into the receiving and storage area until it was over. This is the house we lived in when I started school. I had wanted to go to school so much watching the other neighbor kids going off in the mornings, especially the first day when they had all the wonderful new school supplies! What I didn't realize was that mom wasn't going to stay there with me. I cried the whole first day. When mom came to get me, the little boy I shared the desk with gave me a kiss, I heard about that for years.
That first grade year was special because mom was expecting my brother Danny, and everyone in my class got to hear all about it. He was born the last week of school, after mom had made two "false alarm" trips to the hospital - it was like a cliff-hanger. I was so proud to tell the class I had a new brother.
After Danny was born, our side of the duplex was just too crowded and my parents found another house to rent. It was on Grim Street in another part of town. I had to change schools and I hated the old-fashioned building it was in - I was scared of the stairs. There isn't much I remember about that house, we were only there about four months. The week before Christmas my dad was laid-off from his job and so my parents went back to the duplex until dad's job called him back and they could get the money to move out again. The next house was on MacArthur Drive. I think the area this house was on is now under the expanded Lake Waco. I have found every house I've lived in but this one on trips back to Waco. One of my dad's childhood friends - Leslie Rawls and his family lived just a few blocks away. We visited back and forth almost every day and would sometimes get rides to and from school with them.
This house was on the edge of wilderness, there was open land behind it. Somewhere back there was the ruins of an old military barrack from World War I or before. I never was brave enough to go back there looking, I know my brother Stephen and his friends did. We were at the stage where we loved to build things. We built a tree house and had a sort of "elevator" we rigged-up. We would set-up ramps and ride down them in old chairs turned over to make "racecars". It's a wonder we never broke anything!
Due to the house's location, we had a problem with snakes there. We had lived there about eighteen months when mom knocked a big snake down on herself while sweeping cobwebs down from the fireplace. When Stephen and I came in from school we found mom and Danny on the couch with their feet tucked under them, mom had run to get Danny when the snake fell and never saw which way it went. When Dad came home, he looked everywhere for the snake and never found it, we moved within two months.
The next house was on North 12th Street. It was a big old-fashioned house that seemed huge to me. It had a front hall and back hall separated by doors, a screened-in back porch, a butler's pantry between the kitchen and dining room and the biggest pantry I had ever seen. There were sliding wooden doors between the dining room and living room and old-fashioned light fixtures. This was the house we lived in when Micheal was born. Our last house in Waco was on Ethel Street, it had probably the most beautiful neighborhood. The street was lined with pecan trees on each side whose branches met in the middle. It was always shady in the summer, and pecans were everywhere in the fall. We only lived in the house for a year when dad's boss decided to move the business to another town.
After looking at houses in that area, dad decided if he was going to move, he would rather take his chances in Houston. So we loaded up only what we would need for awhile and stored the furniture and headed for Houston. Dad found a job the same day we arrived and we rented a furnished house on Firnat Street. Micheal calls this "the bad old house"; it was the worst house I remember. It had only one bedroom, so I slept on the couch, and my brothers shared a roll-away bed in the living room.
We were able to rent the house right next door and lived there for two years. It was a much nicer house, with three bedrooms and a big fenced yard. I started High School while living here and went on my first date. I also met my life-long best friend, Elaine who lived up the street - her parents lived in the same house right up until a couple of years ago.
In the summer of 1967 we moved to 11027 Lera Street. I was relieved that I didn't have to change schools, as I was about to enter my senior year of high school. This house was memorable for several reasons, one because this is where we lived when my dad died in 1971. We had a next door neighbor named Pat Meuth who was unforgettable. Among the many stories about her that I remember, the one that stands out is how she climbed through my parents' bedroom window to come and visit after my dad had heart failure and was recuperating.
This was the "haunted house" that we often talk about. We lived there four years, and I was never afraid to stay alone in the house, but the entire time we lived there I was aware that there was something unusual about the house. I often sat at one end of the sofa to watch television that faced the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Many times I would see something, sort of like just outside my field of vision in the hallway. I would see a young man with light brown, a little longer than collar length hair , barefooted, with a white T-shirt and jeans, always with his back to me walking down the hall toward the back bedroom. Now this was just a quick glimpse, I would be watching the television and see movement, follow it with my eyes and it would disappear quickly. It was like a film clip, always exactly the same. I never mentioned it to anyone else because I thought I was imagining it. My dad used to complain that he heard us up at night while we lived there. He often accused me and my brothers of getting up at night and raiding the refrigerator. I knew I was never guilty of it, but with growing boys it was a possibility. After dad passed away, Stephen and I were sitting together and talking about Mom's plan to buy a trailer and somehow I mentioned that I thought it best since there was something odd about the house. He stopped me and described the exact thing I had always seen. Together we went to Mom and told her, she also described the same young man. Turns out we had all seen the same thing, but had never wanted to sound crazy. We'll never know if Dad saw it too, but I'll bet he did.
When Dad passed away, Mom decided the neighborhood had gotten too rough for us to live there without him. She bought a trailer and had it set up on a trailer lot space on Rittenhouse. Mom got a driver's license and a job. Things were different than they had ever been before. I had worked for National Micromation and Stephen for Arco Refineries before Dad passed away. We were all busy with our jobs and social lives, but we had a lot of good times together. Steve met Marty; they married in January of 1972. They rented a trailer at the front of the trailer park at first. I met Osama, and knew from the beginning that I would marry him one day. Nanny and Aunt Bertie retired from their jobs and moved to Houston. We would often go and get them to spend a few days with us at the trailer. I have several albums full of pictures from these days. Shawn was born September 29, 1972, he was the much loved first grandchild and first nephew - everyone competed to hold him, we took him everywhere - Stephen and Marty were generous to share him with us.
In September 1973, I rented a small apartment on West Alabama. In those days this was still sort of a "hippy" neighborhood. It was so close to downtown that I had a very short bus trip to go to work. Many days when the weather was nice, I would get off the bus along the route and walk home. Most of the people who lived in the apartment complex were single, there were single guys living on either side of me, both asked me out, but I refused on the grounds of being engaged. I worked for Copy Con in the tunnel level downtown. On many Friday nights, my "boss" Rose Mendez would bring her sister Sylvia over in the evening with a bag full of ingredients for mixed drinks, and we would talk and laugh way into the night.
On September 23, 1974, Osama and I married. We lived in my apartment until July 1976. We were planning on starting a family, but did not realize I was pregnant when we moved. We moved to a larger apartment on Timmons Lane, this was right behind the Summit at Greenway Plaza. These apartments are no longer there, they were replaced by one of the big office buildings. This is where Rima was born on March 28, 1977. While we lived there, Osama's job with Avis Rental Car changed from being at Greenbrier to the Houston Intercontinental Airport. Since I was no longer working, and by the fall of 1977, I was expecting again - we decided to move close to the airport.
In January 1978 we moved to the Tejas Apartments on Lee Road, in Humble. Some of the happiest days of our lives were spent there. Leila was born June 5, 1978. The apartment complex was very small, only 32 units and most of the tenants were young couples with small children. There was a big area for the children to play, protected from the parking area and the street, and behind the apartments was a golf course. We made good friends there that I still hear from; the girls always had friends to play with. I baby sat as many as 8 children a day and decorated cakes so that I could be a "stay-at-home" mom. Rima and Leila always say they loved having the other children there; we always had at least one or two extra children at every meal. And we visited back and forth with our neighbors - eating at one another's apartment, so it felt like an extended family. In October 1978, Osama was hired by Continental Airlines, fulfilling a lifelong dream of his to work for the airlines. We were able to travel to visit his brother in London, and his parents in Birzeit. Times were good and it seemed like they would never end. The first blow was Stephen's death in November 1980. He was only 28 years old and his children were so small, Shawn was 8 and Connie had not even turned 3. Stephen had just bought a piece of land in Huffman and had begun to clear it to build a house. Marty had the house built and we spent a lot of time together at her house and at our apartment. I was always glad that our children were close.
As is usual with apartments, most of our friends starting buying homes and moving away. We decided it was time for us to do the same. We bought our first house in the Kenswick subdivision. It was exciting, we got to watch the house being finished, we choose the carpet, wallpaper, floor tile, everything. We moved in the last week of July 1983, not too long after Mike and Eileen's wedding. We were still unpacking when Hurricane Alicia hit. That was an adventure! Nothing was damaged at the house, but we had no electricity for a week. We had to throw away everything in our refrigerator, and the heat was terrible. We were just getting everything back to normal, when Continental Airlines filed for Chapter 11 and Osama was laid-off. There we were in a house that we could no longer afford. By the time he was called back right before Thanksgiving, we were behind on everything, and he was re-instated at less than half of what he had been making.
We never did recover from all of that in the Kenswick house. I went to work, first for Rollins and then for the Sheraton Hotel. We never could get the mortgage company to work with us on the back payments, we learned from some of the other Continental employees that had also bought in the subdivision that they had the same problem. We lived there until 1986, and let them have the house back.
We moved close by in the Foxwood Subdivision, we wanted to keep the girls in the same school. The house on Foxvalley had been completed re-carpeted and re-painted and was just like brand new. We rented there about 18 months, and then had to move because the owner sold the house. We moved into an identical house on the next block - the shortest move we ever made, except for the time I moved from the "bad old house" on Firnat into the house next door. The owners of this house wanted us to buy it, but the foundation was cracked and it had a termite problem. We loved the floor plan; it had high ceilings and lots of light. We had so much space we bought a big sectional couch for the living room that still left lots of space in the big open living room-dining room area. A co-worker of Osama's asked him if he would be interested in assuming payments on her house at the back of the Foxwoods subdivision. We looked at the house one time and decided that even though we did not like it as well as the house we were renting with an option to buy; we wouldn't have all the structural problems. We moved here to 7315 Foxmont at the end of May 1992. | |
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on May 24 2009 09:19 | Descendants of John Newman
Generation No. 1
1. JOHN1 NEWMAN1 was born 1797 in South Carolina, and died 1869 in Randolph County, Alabama. He married MARTHA BAKER1 Abt. 1826 in Georgia. She was born Bet. 1802 - 1804 in South Carolina, and died 1889 in Houston Co., TX.
More About JOHN NEWMAN: Census 1: 1850, 1850; Census Place: Division 19, Coweta, Georgia; Roll: M432_66; Page: 288; Image: 387. Census 2: 1860, 1860; Census Place: Northern Division, Randolph, Alabama; Roll: M653_22; Page: 407; Image: 8.
More About JOHN NEWMAN and MARTHA BAKER: Marriage: Abt. 1826, Georgia
Children of JOHN NEWMAN and MARTHA BAKER are: i. GEORGE2 NEWMAN, b. 1827, Georgia. 2. ii. SUSAN ANN NEWMAN, b. 1830, Georgia; d. 1880, Houston Co., Texas. iii. RICHARD NEWMAN, b. 1833, Georgia. iv. MARGARET NEWMAN, b. 1837, Georgia. v. MATILDA NEWMAN, b. 1837, Georgia. vi. MARTHA NEWMAN, b. 1842, Georgia. 3. vii. MARGARET JANE NEWMAN, b. 1845, Georgia; d. 1889, Houston Co., Texas.
Generation No. 2
2. SUSAN ANN2 NEWMAN (JOHN1)2 was born 1830 in Georgia3,4, and died 1880 in Houston Co., Texas. She married JOHN HORTON SAXON 15 Apr 1856 in Cowetta, Georgia. He was born Oct 1807 in Georgia, and died 26 Dec 1877 in Houston Co., Texas.
More About SUSAN ANN NEWMAN: Name 2: Susan Newman Date born 2: 1830, Georgia Burial: 1880, Rockland Cemetery, Houston County Census 1: 1850, 1850; Census Place: Division 19, Coweta, Georgia; Roll: M432_66; Page: 288; Image: 387. Census 2: 1880, 1880; Census Place: , Houston, Texas; Roll: T9_1312; Family History Film: 1255312; Page: 272.2000; Enumeration District: 23; .
More About JOHN HORTON SAXON: Burial: 28 Dec 1877, Rockland Cemetery, Houston County Census: 1870, 1870; Census Place: Precinct 1, Houston, Texas; Roll: M593_1592; Page: 215; Image: 435.
More About JOHN SAXON and SUSAN NEWMAN: Marriage: 15 Apr 1856, Cowetta, Georgia
Children of SUSAN NEWMAN and JOHN SAXON are: i. JAMES3 SAXON, b. 1857, Georgia; d. 16 Mar 1889. ii. CHARLES M. SAXON, b. 1858, Georgia; d. 16 Mar 1889.
More About CHARLES M. SAXON: Burial: 18 Mar 1899, Rockland Cemetery, Houston County
iii. JANE SAXON, b. 1860, Houston Co., Texas. iv. MATTIE E. SAXON, b. 1860, Houston Co., Texas. v. VI SAXON, b. 1862, Houston Co., Texas. vi. ELLA SAXON, b. 1864, Houston Co., Texas. vii. L. SAXON, b. 1864, Houston Co., Texas. 4. viii. HARRIET"HATTIE" ELBERTA SAXON, b. 10 Sep 1868, Houston County Texas; d. 28 Jun 1945, Crockett, Houston, Texas.
3. MARGARET JANE2 NEWMAN (JOHN1)5 was born 1845 in Georgia, and died 1889 in Houston Co., Texas. She married ISAAC S. EAVES5 1876 in Houston Co., Texas, son of ABEL EAVES and SARAH FLOOD. He was born 1816 in Georgia, and died in Houston Co., Texas.
More About ISAAC S. EAVES: Census 1: 1880, 1880; Census Place: Precinct 3, Houston, Texas; Roll: T9_1312; Family History Film: 1255312; Page: 312.2000; Enumeration District: 25; . Census 2: 1860, 1860; Census Place: Western District, Trinity, Texas; Roll: M653_1306; Page: 315; Image: 157. Census 3: 1870, 1870; Census Place: Precinct 3, Houston, Texas; Roll: M593_1592; Page: 245; Image: 496.
More About ISAAC EAVES and MARGARET NEWMAN: Marriage: 1876, Houston Co., Texas
Children of MARGARET NEWMAN and ISAAC EAVES are: i. STEPHAN WILLIS3 EAVES, b. 1878, Houston Co., Texas; d. 1913, Mount Zion, Trinity, Texas, USA; m. ALICE PENOLA WOMACK, 1900, Trinity Co., Texas; b. 10 Nov 1879, Trinity Co., Texas; d. 1948, McLennan Co., TX.
More About STEPHAN EAVES and ALICE WOMACK: Marriage: 1900, Trinity Co., Texas
ii. HENRY HAGER EAVES5, b. 1881, Trinity, Trinity County, Texas; d. 1962, Trinity, Trinity County, Texas; m. CARA DEVON WHITE5, 1917, Trinity Co., Texas; b. 1887, Trinity Co., Texas; d. 1996, Crockett, Houston Co., Texas.
More About HENRY EAVES and CARA WHITE: Marriage: 1917, Trinity Co., Texas
Generation No. 3
4. HARRIET"HATTIE" ELBERTA3 SAXON (SUSAN ANN2 NEWMAN, JOHN1)6 was born 10 Sep 1868 in Houston County Texas7,8, and died 28 Jun 1945 in Crockett, Houston, Texas9,10. She married LAYFETTE L. ALLBRIGHT10 Abt. 1882 in Crockett, Houston, Texas11,12, son of J JORDAN and HARRIETT SHERLEY. He was born 02 Sep 1858 in Houston County Texas13,14, and died 05 Mar 1932 in Houston County Texas14.
More About HARRIET"HATTIE" ELBERTA SAXON: Name 2: Harriet Elberta Saxon Date born 2: 1867, Houston Co., Texas Died 2: 1945, Crockett, Houston, Texas, USA Burial: 30 Jun 1945, Center Hill Cemetary/Lovelady, Tx15,16 Census: 1880, 1880; Census Place: , Houston, Texas; Roll: T9_1312; Family History Film: 1255312; Page: 272.2000; Enumeration District: 23; .
Notes for LAYFETTE L. ALLBRIGHT: Descendants of Layfette L. Allbright
Generation No. 1
1. LAYFETTE L. ALLBRIGHT , son of Edward Albright & Hariet Shirley, was born September 2, 1858 in Houston County Texas and died March 5, 1932 in Houston County Texas. He married HARRIET "HATTIE" SAXON Abt. 1882 in Crockett, Houston, Texas, daughter of JOHN SAXON and SUSAN NEWMAN. She was born September 10, 1868 in Houston County Texas, and died June 28, 1945 in Crockett, Houston, Texas.
Children of LAYFETTE ALLBRIGHT and HARRIET SAXON are: i. EDDIE3 Albright, b. December 1882. ii. ANNIE Albright, b. March 1885. iii. WILLIE Albright, b. September 1887. iv. ETTA Albright, b. July 1891. v. LELA Albright, b. October 1893. vi. ESSIE Albright, b. September 1895. vii. CHILD OF LAYFETTE & HATTIE Albright, b. Bef. 1899, Texas; d. Bef. 1900, Texas. viii. CLYDE Albright, b. February 1899
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| | | Posted by: Mickey Paulson Aranki
on May 21 2009 00:57 | Back in 1978 I sat down with my grandmother Mamie Eaves Paulson and great-aunt Bertie Eaves Dean to ask questions on their family history. In talking about their mother, Alice Penola Womack Eaves, they mentioned she was raised by her Uncle "Abbie" and Aunt Lucy. Later on when I researched the family, I found that Uncle "Abbie" was Abraham (or Abram) B. Womack, son of David Womack II and Sarah Ann Norris. Uncle Abbie had served in the Civil War. At some point he was wounded and his wife Lucy brought him home. He would not eat beef because he had seen soldiers kill cows and horses bogged down in the mud to eat. Uncle Abbie and Aunt Lucy also raised several other children that weren't their own, they had a reputation for being kind-hearted. One night, they heard the dogs barking and sent a boy out to see who was outside. Some people handed him a basket and said it was a gift for "Miss Lucy" and walked off. He sat the basket by the fi...
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| | | Posted by: Mickey Paulson Aranki
on May 19 2009 02:17 |  After almost 30 years of researching our family history, I still know almost nothing about my great, great-grandmother Jane Margaret Newman. We have the tin type picture that Stephen Willie Eaves carried in his wallet until it was bent and cracked. Her face is still very visible, it seems like she wants to smile, but back then you didn't smile for the camera. I see a lot of resembalance between her and her granddaughter Bertie Eaves Dean.
The little information I have about her comes from Bertie Eaves Dean and Mamie Eaves Paulson. They knew her name, but were not sure if it was spelled Newman or Numan. Since their father Stephen Willie died in December 1913 when they were very small, they did not hear any stories from him. What they remembered was passed on by their mother Alice Penola Womack Eaves and their dad's half-brothers and sisters who they grew up knowing.
I have never found a marriage record for Isaac S. Eaves and Jane Mar...
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