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|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Mar 30 2010 22:26|
WILLIAM G. BUTLER
When the trains began to haul their first long strings of clacking freight cars loaded with cattle, many ranchmen were happy that for their sons the getting of cattle to market in the future would be so simplified. Weeks on the trail, driving their slow moving herds, through days of sun and days of rain, with always nights on the great outside, were now over. But life has a way of compensating, and from these men who had been called on to use the best that was in them of courage and of resourcefulness through those years, there grew a line of sturdy, hardy men who could not have just happened to be as they were. They had been developed.
Among these Knights of the Cattle Trail— the old trail drivers— was William G. Butler, of Karnes county, known all the way up and down the trail as Bill Butler.
When Texas was young and raw and the bad man seemed ever ready to get the better of the good man, bec...
|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Sep 26 2009 23:27|
I am writing to let you know what is going on with Rodney (James's Dad). On Thursday he had a massive heart attack. Luckily he was in his Doctor's office and was rushed to Memorial Herman Baptist Hospital in Beaumont. He had a couple of stints and a balloon put in right away to stabilize him. He then somewhat stabilized for the moment, they moved him to ICU. His arteries were 90 to 100% blockage, hence the whole heart attack issue. His cardiologist called in the Cardiovascular & Thoracic Surgeon Dr. Michael Oszczakiewicz (Dr. Oz). He determined Bypass was indeed needed within 24 hours. they scheduled it for Thursday evening. Well as it got later into the night Dr Oz's previous surgery lingered on. So they rescheduled Rodney first thing in the morning. Hoping also that his Stats would rise a bit.
Friday morning we got to the hospital about 6am. Rodney was ok and was nervous, as to be expected. He kept asking James "When you had your surgery were you nervous?" "Did you sleep the night before?" "Did your stomach kinda turn?" and so on. James reassured him that it was ok to be nervous, just don't give up. At 7:15am they took him to surgery.
12:25pm Dr Oz came out and said everything went well. Rodney recieved 4 units of blood at first because he was very anemic and his pressure was so low, Then he had 4 bypasses done. Dr Oz said is Rodney was a little younger he would have done 8 or 9. Oz then went back to finish up. Around 2:30pm Pat (James's mom) was allowed to go back and see him for a moment. James and I saw him around 4:30pm.
So far Rodney is doing very good. Today they removed his Ventilator and he is breathing on his own. He is hurting, which is to be expected, but I think he will be just fine.
Rodney should be in ICU for a few more days, then he will be transferred to a regular room. If you would like to visit him you have to going visiting hours and if you didn't know his name it is James Rodney Cox. Hopefully this 74year old man will out live us all now.
|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on May 6 2009 00:23|
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|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Apr 3 2009 23:43|
Sunday Dinner at Grandma’s
By Granddaughter Linda P. Butler Beber about her brother, Russell Butler
Sunday Dinner was pretty special at the McLaughlin house. All the relatives within driving distance were invited to come. Grandma and Grandpa raised chickens and a garden. Times weren’t always prosperous within the family so it was especially nice to have the opportunity to enjoy a nice meal with foods we didn’t have during the week. Besides, restaurants were just for those traveling and fortunate enough to be able to afford to.
Grandma rose very early in the morning on Saturday to start her days chores and get ready for Sunday Dinner. Saturday was the day the lucky chicken or rooster would be processed for the next day. The garden vegetables would be gathered and cleaned. The evening ended with the weekly bath.
Early Sunday morning, Grandma began the baking and cooking. She then got ready to go to church. Knowing she would have between 8 and 12 hungry kids and grandkids kept her schedule pretty tight. Then about 1:00 everyone would arrive.
There were lots of tales to tell and the ups and downs of the week and politics to share. The kids were busy outside, inside, slamming the screen door and playing chase. The adults were in the living room or helping Grandma set the table.
The dinner was fairly predictable with Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Beans (of some sort), chicken and dumplings, biscuits and cake or pie. Sometimes, if the chickens were really producing, we would have deviled eggs. But sometimes if we were lucky, she would trade a chicken for some ham or beef for roasting. There was always iced tea and Grandpa’s boiled coffee. The kids loved to watch him pour his coffee from the oversized pottery cup into a saucer, twirl it around slightly to cool it off and then slurp it up. Breakfast was a feast to behold, but that is another story.
When everyone gathered at the table and in their places, Grandma on the north end, Grandpa on the south end and the other adults on the sides (children standing at the corners); we would join hands and pray.
Grandma usually said grace, not only thanking God for the food, the day, His graces but she typically mentioned everyone and every subject on her prayer list and then specifically everyone, by name, gathered at the table. We knew Grandma had a direct line to God, otherwise, how could she talk so direct to Him. In any event, the prayer was usually pretty long, especially with wafts of delicious dishes floating around the room and coming across each nose making our minds drift and our stomachs growl.
This particular Sunday, there weren’t many children for dinner so she invited my brother Russell to sit at the table. And, wanting to give him a little special attention, asked if he would offer grace. Russell had been attending Sunday school and vacation Bible School and was getting of the age he could take his turn at saying grace. Russell was happy but a little apprehensive. How could he offer a prayer that could compare with the Grandma’s prayers that were right up there with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, maybe even David! However, humbly he agreed and as everyone lowered their heads and closed their eyes, he began. “Thank you, God, for this food and bless the hands that prepared it. Thank you for this day.”
Then, as he learned from Grandma, he began to mention each person present and ask for blessings on them. “And God bless Grandma; God bless Grandpa; God bless Momma; God bless Linda; God bless Mildred; God bless Jimmy; God bless Aunt Estelle and God bless….God bless….God bless…. I began to worry for him. Who was he trying to think of?
What was he going to do? I looked at him by opening one eye to see what he was doing.
Come on, Russell, this is your one chance at saying grace at the table with the adults, don’t blow it! Then he continued, God bless….and then declared, with confidence, and God Bless that man Aunt Estelle lives with! Amen!
Everyone had a big laugh and enjoyed the Sunday dinner!
|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Mar 28 2009 16:24|
|Our family story all began with the union of James Woodrow Butler and Lucille McLaughlin way back in the West Texas deserts around Toyavale, Texas. My Uncle Henry was working around the Pecos area when he brought home a friend he was working with. Grandpa and Grandma, JT (Jefferson Thomas) and Pearl McLaughlin, were living and working on a ranch outside of Toya and Uncle Henry would bring his buddy home with him sometimes. His buddy was from Brady Texas. It was a lot further to travel to Brady than Toya for a good home cooked meal, so Jim would ride with Uncle Henry to Toya and he got to liking one of Uncle Henry's sisters, Lucille. Momma thought he was tall dark and handsome and set a horse pretty good. Jim and Uncle Henry started coming home to the ranch house more often now and it seemed to be more of Jim wanting to see someone that Uncle Henry wanting to come home so much. It was a long hot ride horseback from Pecos to Toya, you know.That's how I remember Momma telling me how they met, her and Jim. Maybe some of what I remember her telling me isn't quite correct, but that's how I remember her telling me when I was a boy many years ago. I don't remember much more than that, except that after they were married, this man from El Paso was building this Natural Gas Pipeline from Jal, New Mexico to El Paso, Texas that would supply El Paso with natural gas and move El Paso into the 20th century. With the construction of the pipeline lots of workers were hired and some of those were ranch hands like our Grandfather and Uncles and father. It paid good and steady. That's how the McLaughlin’s and Butler's started out in the oilfield patches. As time went on and the pipeline moved further west from the Pecos area, our family moved west also. Now Grandma, Pearl, was from the San Antonio area and you'll have to ask Millie about that since I don't know or remember much about her side of our family. Millie was the first born to Jim and Lucy then Jimmy, Linda and lastly me, Russell.|
After I came along Mama and Jim divorced in 1954 and Mama was left raising three children on her own. In the late 1950’s Mama met and married Art Warren, a man that was known as a dancer.. She said, “That man could dance better than any man she knew”… and she loved to dance… and so the match was made! I always thought my love of dancing came from watching the two of them dance around the room!
Some of us called him Art, but most of us kids knew him as Daddy Art. He was a good man that had a strong religious background. He was our strength and our family rock. We all turned to him when we needed help and he gave it to us. He could play a Harmonica as good as anyone around but many times felt he was annoying others when he played. Little did he know we loved it!
Daddy Art loved Lucy as much as anyone could love a spouse and he really missed her when she was gone. He loved little children and loved being around other people even though he felt he might not fit in.
Daddy Art had four children previous to his marriage to Mama. Ken, Dennis, John and Tony Warren. They are Stepbrothers and sister and a part of our extended family. Ken Warren has pasted way, Dennis lives in Seattle Washington, Tony lives in Nacogdoches Texas and John lives in Portland Oregon.
I am Russell the youngest of the four children born to Momma and Jim. I can't tell you much about my father, but my older brother and sisters can. I can tell you a lot about our mother from my prospective and I know my brother and sisters can tell you more.
I can say that this family really loves to have fun when they get together. I am really hoping to see all of you there at the reunion.
My wife, Margaret and I live in Vidor Texas and we have three children, Shaw Cox, Misty and Cole Butler. Shaw is married to James Cox from Vidor and Misty past away in 2002 and Cole lives in Austin with his girlfriend Summer. Her cousin and one of my best friends in El Paso, Texas introduced Margaret and me. Margaret was a beauty from New Mexico and I fell madly in love right from the start. I just couldn't help myself. We dated long distant for a year and then we married. I was so happy to be her husband and still am to this day, even after 35 years together. I'm a lucky Man. This is only the beginning of Margaret's and mine life together, now let's here something from the rest of Ya'll.
|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Mar 27 2009 14:33|
Linda Butler Beber wrote an essay about the Mclaughlin family.
By Linda P. Beber, Granddaughter
July 22, 2008
Grandma McLaughlin was of native Indian heritage. To my knowledge, she did not inherit much from her mother, Minnie West and father, James West, full blood Cherokee Indians.
Growing up, I do not remember any artifacts or even furniture pieces from Grandma’s childhood.
Grandma and Grandpa’s house was sparsely furnished, a recliner in the corner, next to a large, rectangular gas heating stove that was oh so warm to stand next to in the winter; and across from a black and white TV. There was a rocking chair for Grandpa, sort of situated in the center of the living room, facing the TV. Against the wall was an old sofa and coffee table. Between as a tall 4 door curved glass curio cabinet with my deceased Aunt Opals doll collection.
As children, we often admired the dolls given to her from well wishers, far and wide, during her young years through her bout with Rheumatic Fever. Each of us had our favorites. Mine was the Navajo Indian dolls. My brother liked the cowboy, my sister, well, she liked the cabinet. We each asked Grandma if we could inherit our favorites one day.
There weren’t many pictures but there was one of a guardian angel watching over two young children as they picked flowers while crossing over a wooden bridge. My youngest brother wanted it.
I am sure there were pieces around the house that other family members (my grandparents had 6 children who all had children of their own) and cousins wished to inherit; perhaps some of the same pieces. There were hand embroidered linens and quilts as well as some of the bedroom furnishings to desire to own one day also.
I asked Grandma one time why she didn’t have any antique furniture passed down from other generations. She replied, “Oh, I never wanted any of that old stuff. I wanted new things”. The things they owned were the best their meager depression era incomes raising chickens and eggs and later, Grandpa’s income as a night watchman for El Paso Natural Gas could buy. They weren’t fancy people.
What Grandma and Grandpa were most proud of, besides their love for their family, was their Christian heritage and believe in Jesus Christ! Grandma did inherit that from her mother.
There was no doubt she loved Christ and enjoyed a close, personal and special relationship with Him.
Every morning began at about 5:00 with Bible reading and prayer. Grandpa did not know how to read, so Grandma read the Bible and newspaper to him when he came home from work. She then prepared a huge breakfast for him before he went to bed for a while. Grandpa passed away and left a big hole in our hearts.
Sunday’s were the best days of the week as she could go to church, Grandpa was home, the family would come to Sunday dinner and she could spend time with them in the afternoon.
Miz’ Mac, as they called her at church, didn’t vocalize a lot of her personal ministry with the children or grandchildren but I heard of times she went door to door in her neighborhood sharing the love of Jesus and inviting people to church. During the depression, I heard, she shared eggs and vegetables with neighbors who couldn’t afford to buy them, as well as praying with them. She always prepared soup or a meal for the sick in the neighborhood, the family and her church. I remember a letter came from the Boys Town orphanage after her death. My mother called to tell them she had passed on. They told her that Miz’ Mac had been a contributor since before the depression.
Grandma’s prayers were amazing! They were long, whether she was praying in her living room or at the dinner meal. She spoke direct and specific to God. She mentioned everyone and their personal situation and the answer she expected, no matter who was present! The children and grandchildren were able to catch up with the happenings of the whole family during her prayers! I was so impressed with her talking to God, one day as we all had our eyes closed and heads lowered, I nudged my sister and whispered, “Can she talk to God like that”? There was no doubt she had a direct line to God!
When her health failed and it came time for her to leave this earth, she was in the hospital. My mother was with her and grandma said, “Oh, I want to go home”! Mom said, “Moma, just get well and we’ll take you home”. She quickly replied, “Oh, Lucille, I don’t want to go to that old house! I want to go home to heaven! That’s my home”.
After she passed on, there was a lot of discussion about who was going to get what. Some of the relatives took advantage of the timing while staying at Grandma’s house and got some advance gifting. Some things simply disappeared, much to the surprise and dismay of those who were waiting for the elders to call a meeting.
In any event, Grandma did write notes on the bottom of things as well as Aunt Opal’s doll collection. We were thrilled with the few things we received that evoked fond memories of our time with she and Grandpa.
Getting back to Grandma’s Will, I contemplated what her Last Will and Testamentmight have said. The truth is, it was her Will that each child, grandchild to the seventh generation and beyond, be gifted with acceptance of Jesus Christ, accept the work He did on the cross for them personally and live for Him. She prayed every day for this. The greatest gift each member of the family could inherit is her faith in Jesus Christ as their savior; to receive the promise of eternal life and to join her and other family in heaven.
It was easy for me, seeing my Grandparents example and going to Sunday school as a child with them to accept Jesus at 9 years old.
Thinking about the things people inherit from their family, many think about money, real estate, furniture, vehicles, habits and attitudes (sometimes). I have come to the conclusion that I and those in the family, who have followed Grandma in becoming a Christian, inherited the best part! Psalms 16:5-6 says, “The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup, You have maintained my lot….. I have a goodly heritage”!
Grandma’s will was for each to receive your portion of faith. The question is; have you received your inheritance?
|Posted by: ShawMarie Butler-Cox
on Feb 24 2009 21:19|
|baby Boy West DC Death Certificate. Minnie West's son|