Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Death of Uncle Johnny Richards - November 2005

By Misty Shaw, Staff Writer
LINGLEVILLE - A Dublin man died as a result of injuries he sustained in a two-vehicle collison that occurred around 9:30 a.m. Friday near Lingleville at the intersection of Couty Road 409 and Farm to Market Road 8.

John Robert Richards, Jr., 68, was pronounced dead at the scene by Justice of the Peace Latrelle Cain, having suffered fatal internal injuries when his 1987 Buick Sedan collided with a 1997 Ford Mustang, driven by Megan Ray Busby, 19, of Sidney.

"It appears he was pulling off of County Road 409" onto FM 8, Texas Department of Public Safety Trooper Vernon Gaines said. "There's a hill there and she couldn't see him as she came up over it so she hit him."

Richards, an independent contractor who delivered newspapers for the Empire-Tribune for several years, was delivering papers on his route when the accident occurred.

"That's a bad place to have to cross the road but I'm sure he had done it many times before," Gaines said. "It's just a tragic accident."

Gaines said Busby sustained minor injuries and was transported from the scene by MetroCare Ambulance to Harris Methodist Erath County Hospital for treatment.

Richards and Busby were wearing their seatbelts, and no citations will be issued, Gaines said.
Empire-Tribune Circulation Coordinator Jon Middleton said Richards was an independent contractor for the Empire-Tribune who will be sorely missed.

"Johnny was a very hard worker - he was very particular about his route and always made sure everyone got their paper," Middleton said. "We're a pretty tight-knit bunch so the other carriers are taking it pretty hard, but they've offered to pitch in and help as much as they can.

"Johnny will be greatly missed, not only by us but by his customers," Middleton said.
Printed in the Stephenville Empire-Tribune


Floyd County Hesperian-Beacon
October 7, 2004

Mary E. Haws, 71, of Sumner, Texas, went to be with the Lord on Friday, October 1, 2004, while in Paris Regional Medical Center. Services are scheduled for 10:30 a.m. Monday, October 4th, at Bright-Holland Funeral Home with the Rev. Tim Young officiating. The family will receive friends from 7-8 p.m. Sunday at the funeral home.

Mrs. Haws was born to John Robert and Willie Homsley Richards June 1, 1933 in Parker County. The Richards were former Lockney residents. In 1954, she had one of the first openheart surgeries in the county of Dallas, and then had another openheart surgery in 1965. Following the graduation of her children from school she went to work at Hiawatha High School in Hiawatha, Kansas, where she was a baker for 15 years before retiring in 1995. In June of 1996 she and her husband moved to Sumner, Texas. She was a member of the American Legion Auxiliary and Lifeline Worship Center, Reno, Texas.

She was preceded in death by her parents and brothers and sisters: Syble Wright, Leon Richards, Floyd Richards, Bobbie Kellar, Richard Richards, and Iwanda Richards.

Survivors include her husband, Verdell B. Haws, whom she married on December 8, 1955; children, Arvel Keith Haws and wife, Beverly, of Mesquite; Teresa Denise Clements and husband, Bill, of Hiawatha, Kansas, and Albert Dale Haws and wife, Mary E., of Hiawatha, Kansas; grandchildren, Keith Eugene Haws, Rebecca Lynn Haws, Justina Clements, Kristin Clements, Chaz Clements, Matthew Haws, Daniel Haws, and Verdell Haws; great-grandchildren, Shannacee Clements and Azra Clements; four brothers, Frank Richards, Thurman Richards, J.D. Richards, and Johnny Richards.


Vernelle Gailey Rowbury
Circa 1950s
Death Notice in Blackfoot, Idaho, newspaper - circa August 22, 1998
Vernelle G. Rowbury, 76, formerly of Pocatello, died Wednesday, Aug. 19, 1998 at a Fort Worth, Texas, hospital.

She was born Sept. 25, 1924, in the Newberry Community, Parker Co., Texas, the daughter of J.D. "Doc" and Edna Puckett Gailey. She was reared and attended school in Mineral Wells and lived in Pocatello during the 1970s.

She married Leon F. Richards and he preceded her in death. Vernelle married Major Edwin C. Rowbury in North Carolina and he also preceded her in death in December of 1978.

She was a member of the St. Luke's Episcopal Church. She was a homemaker and enjoyed crocheting and traveling.

She is survived by her daughters, Judy (Bob) Shubert of Ft. Worth, Texas, Peggy (C.C.) Duke of Ft. Worth, Texas, Angie (Gene) Pruett of Granbury, Texas; a twin sister, Maedelle (Floyd) Carlyle of Mineral Wells, Texas; sister, Irene (Raymond) Stone of Mineral Wells, Texas; grandchildren, David (Tammy) Shubert of Andalusia, Alabama, Mike (Shannon) Shubert of San Antonio, Texas, Gail (Troy) Blalock of Caldwell, NC, Jennifer (Kev) Abazajian of San Diego, California, Clayton Smith of El Cajon, California, Sommer McGlothlin of Granbury, Texas, Julie (Pat) Love of Marble Falls, Texas, John Pruett of Granbury, Texas; five great-grandchildren; nephews, Reggie Stone of Mineral Wells, Texas, Jimmy Carlyle of Lee's Summit, Missouri; niece, Linda Kay Cox of Possum Kingdom, Texas; brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, Viola Rowbury, of Montgomery, Alabama, Virgil (Leah) Rowbury of Warden, Washington, Rex (Nina) Rowbury of Blackfoot, Pearl Rowbury Gardner of Idaho Falls, June Rowbury (Jack) Cornia of Blackfoot, Edna Rowbury Thompson (twin sister of Edwin Rowbury) of San Diego, California, Floyd (Pauline) Rowbury of Blackfoot; and several of her husband's nieces and nephews also survive.
She was preceded in death by both of her husbands and an infant son, Jimmy Leon Richards.
Graveside services will be held 11 a.m. Thursday, Aug. 27, at the Riverside Thomas Cemetery. The family will meet with friends from 10 to 10:45 a.m. at the Hill, Hawker & Sandberg Funeral Home that morning prior to the graveside services.

The family will meet at the home of Jack and June Cornia, 689 W. Hwy. 39, after the services.
--newspaper article provided by Judy Shubert

Vernelle's actual birth year was 1921. Since she didn't want everyone to know she was seven years older than Eddie, she preferred to "tell everyone" she was born in 1924, closing the gap just a little. Thus she had her headstone engraved with 1924 after Eddie's death. Guess this is further proof that we can't always believe everything we read on headstones! -- Judy Shubert

Marilee Davis Shubert - March 19, 1923 - January 11, 2000

Marilee Davis Shubert
Picture taken 1940 at age of 18
Carson Newman College, Jefferson City, Tennessee

Restored Photo done by Fred Tyson, Franklin, Tennessee 12-04-2008

Her obituary dated Thursday, January 13, 2000, appeared in the Blount County Daily Times, the Lenoir City newspaper, and the Nashville Banner.

Marilee Shubert, age 76, died Tuesday, January 11. She was born March 19, 1923 in Sweetwater, TN. She is survived by her husband, Ray Allen Shubert; three children; eight grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren.

Mrs. Shubert graduated from Porter High School in Blount County and attended Carson-Newman College in Jefferson City, TN. While there she met her husband, Ray Shubert. They were married September 27, 1941. She is a retiree of the Southern Baptist Convention, Seminary Extension Division; she is also a retired worker in the Sunday School Department of Nashville First Baptist Church. She and her family have been active members of First Church for more than 50 years.

She is survived by two sons, Robert A. (Judy) Shubert of Fort Worth, Texas, William H. Shubert of Brentwood, TN; and one daughter, Leta (John) Sproule of Franklin, TN; sister, Suzanne (Ernest) Kerr of Maryville; and a brother, William Spence (Phyllis) Davis of Chattanooga; grandchildren include David (Tammy) Shubert of Andalusia, Alabama, Michael (Shannon) Shubert of Mt. Pleasant, Texas, Gail (Troy) Blalock of Caldwell, North Carolina, Jonathon Shubert of Brentwood, Shannan Shubert, Clint Wilder, Lacey (Joseph) Dozier and Brandy (Andy) Yarbrough of Nashville. She was preceded in death by her parents, William Spence Davis of Maryville, and Leola Hitch Ray of Orlando, Florida.

There will be a memorial service for Mrs. Shubert at the First Baptist Chuch, 7th and Broadway, Nashville, on Saturday, January 15, at 1 p.m. The family will receive friends one hour before the service at the church. Pastor Dr. Frank Lewis and retired pastor Dr. Franklin Paschall will officiate at the memorial service. In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to your favorite charity.

Robert Henry Shubert - January 7, 1925 - April 23, 2008

From left to right: Alyce Shubert Proaps, Bunnie Shubert Walker,
R. H. Shubert, Helen Shubert Dutton, and Lucille Shubert Gardner Green
Children of Henry Estel Shubert and Martha Ann Conner Shubert
Photo taken during a Shubert Gathering September 25, 2005 in Lenoir City, Tennessee

April 23, 2008

Shubert, Robert H. - age 83, of Seymour, passed away Wednesday, April 23, 2008. He retired from KUB after 49 years of service. He was a veteran of the US Navy serving during World War II. He served in the South Pacific. Preceded in death by wife, Bonnie Shubert; daughter, Nancy Ballard; parents, Henry and Martha Shubert; brother, Ray Shubert; sister, Helen Dutton.

Survived by son, Ray and wife Ginny Shubert of Seymour; granddaughter, Erin Shubert of New York City, NY; grandson, Matt Ballard and wife, Michele of Seymour; great-granddaughters, Jordan and Reid Ballard; sisters, Lucille Greene, Bernice Walker, Alyce Proaps, all of Lenoir City; special friends, Fred Chadwick and family; several nieces and nephews.

Family and friends will meet at Highland South Cemetery at 2:00 p.m. Saturday, April 26, 2008 for a graveside service with Dr. Chad Rittenhouse officiating. Family will receive friends Saturday, April 26, 2008 from 11:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. at Berry Funeral Home Chapel. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to The American Cancer Society or the charity of your choice. A guestbook and additional information is available at www.berryfuneralhome.com and you are invited to share your thoughts and memories of Robert at his memorial website at www.MeM.com. Arrangements by Berry Funeral Home, Chapman Highway.

Paul H. Dutton - 1922 - September 10, 2007

Paul H. Dutton, Lenoir City, Tennessee
Circa 1945

Click Funeral Home, 109 Walnut Street, Lenoir City, Tennessee

Paul H. Dutton age 85 of Lenoir City, passed away Monday, September 10, 2007 at his home. Paul was a member of Calvary Baptist Church. He was retired from his own construction business. He was a 50 year member of Avery Masonic Lodge 593 F & AM and the Shriners. Paul was a veteran of World War II serving in the U. S. Army.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Rev. C. M. and Freddie Jane Dutton; brothers, Ashley Dutton and wife, Mary, Arthur Dutton and wife, Juanita; sisters, Mary Gustafson and husband, Harry, Ruth Eldridge and husband, Ralph. Paul is survived by his wife of 67 years, Helen Shubert Dutton; daughters, Paul Ann Baker, Betsy Lynn Munsey and husband, Steve all of Lenoir City; granddaughters, Carla Culpepper and husband, Phillip of Knoxville and Lisa Holmes of Oak Ridge; grandson, Christopher Munsey and wife, Cindy of Knoxville; great grandchildren: Briana Holmes, Taylor and Caleb (Bubba) Munsey, Carissa (C. C.) Culpepper; sister, Anna Lee Preston of Loudon; special in-laws: Alyce Proaps, Lucille Greene, Bunnie Walker and R. H. Shubert along with many beloved nieces, nephews and friends.

The family will receive friends from 6 to 8 p.m. Wednesday with funeral services to follow at 8 p.m. in the Click Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. Eddie Click and Rev. Donny Crass officiating. Serving as pallbearers: Fred Shaver, Phillip Culpepper, Lee Roy Dutton, Charlie Henderson, Chris Munsey and Jeff Laughlin. Serving as honorary pallbearers: Deacons of Calvary Baptist Church. Family and friends will gather at Click Funeral Home by 1:30 p.m. Thursday and proceed to Lenoir City Cemetery for 2 p.m. graveside services with military honors conferred by the Loudon County Veteran's Honor Guard. Click Funeral Home, 109 Walnut Street, Lenoir City is serving the Dutton family.

Helen Shubert Dutton - May 21, 1920 - March 6, 2008

Paul H. and Helen Shubert Dutton
Photo taken on the Occasion of their 67th Wedding Anniversary
September 2007 - Lenoir City, Tennessee


Helen Shubert Dutton, age 87 of Lenoir City, passed away peacefully Thursday, March 6, 2008, at her home. Helen was a faithful member of Calvary Baptist Church since 1941. She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. She was preceded in death by her husband of 67 years, Paul H. Dutton; parents, Henry and Martha Shubert; and her brother, Ray Shubert.

Helen is survived by her daughters, Paul Ann Baker, Betsy Lynn Munsey and husband, Steve all of Lenoir City; granddaughters, Carla Culpepper and husband, Phillip of Knoxville and Lisa Holmes of Oak Ridge; grandson, Christopher Munsey and wife, Cindy of Knoxville; great-grandchildren: Briana (Bree) Holmes, Taylor and Caleb (Bubba) Munsey, Carissa (C.C.) Culpepper; sisters: Alyce Proaps, Lucille Greene, Bunnie Walker all of Lenoir City; and brother, R.H. Shubert of Seymour; sister-in-law, Anna Lee Preston of Loudon along with many beloved nieces, nephews and friends.

The family will receive friends from 1 to 3 p.m. Saturday with funeral services to follow at 3 p.m. at Calvary Baptist Church with Rev. Donny Crass, Rev. Charlie Henderson and Rev. Bill Wilkinson officiating. Serving as pallbearers: Phillip Culpepper, Fred Shaver, George A. Gardner, Jim Gardner, Mike Pickell, Tom Walker, Larry Walker and Terry Holder. Serving as honorary pallbearers: Deacons and wives of Calvary Baptist Church and her Sunday School class. Family and friends will proceed to the Lenoir City Cemetery for graveside services. Memorials may be made to Calvary Baptist Church or the charity of your choice. Click Funeral Home, 109 Walnut Street, Lenoir City is serving the Dutton family. www.clickfuneralhome.com
Published in the Knoxville News Sentinel on 3/7/2008.

Monday, May 26, 2008

A Quilt is a Thing of Beauty

A quilt is a thing of beauty. A quilt can bring together a family separated by distance and an entire continent. A quilt can have happiness and heartbreak sewn into it with each stitch. A quilt is a thing to treasure.

Some of us have the privilege of having inherited one of these wonderful treasures from a talented ancestor. Some of us are lucky to have found one in an antique store tucked away behind some dusty books. There are still very talented quilt artists all around the world who design and create these beautiful pieces of art every day.

I don’t own one of the quilts that can be ranked among the best, but I have several that mean the world to me. My grandmothers, aunts, and mother all left quilts as part of their legacy and are treasured by me and other members of my family. They lived before and during the Depression and my mother and aunts sewed their quilts during the 1980s and 1990s just for the enjoyment of creating something beautiful.

Being surrounded by the quilts created by these talented women, my family decided we should try to keep the tradition alive. As in so many other families, the women who were still alive were quickly becoming unable to quilt. So we sat down to make plans on how to best accomplish this project.

There are many articles written on how to best organize the project of making a family quilt, but we just barreled ahead and failed to consult a pro! I know there are things we could have done differently that would have made the process easier but hindsight is 20/20, they say.

Several of us “girls” decided on an Album Quilt or one that included different block patterns created by different members of the family. We let anyone participate that wanted to as long as they promised to pick out their fabric and pattern for their block. We asked them to sew the block or at least have it put together by someone before turning it over to those of us responsible for putting the quilt top together. One of the rules was to pick out two or three fabrics that would coordinate with three fabrics that we had selected to appear in each block.

I drafted pattern pieces for the block each participant chose and cut the pieces out of clear plastic found in a local quilt shop. I marked the pieces clearly and printed out directions for assembling the block. Then I placed the plastic pattern pieces, along with the three fabrics that would appear in each block in a zip-lock bag and labeled it with the name of the block and the participant’s name.

After everyone turned their blocks over to me I embroidered their names on the block. On our very first family quilt I put all of the names of their immediate family (husband, wife, children) on the block. On the following ones I only embroidered the family member’s name who turned in the quilt block. After putting the names on the blocks I decided on the layout. I chose one of the three main fabrics for the backing, purchased batting and began the process of putting the quilt top together.

When our first family quilt was done there were still four of the older family members alive who quilted. We were so fortunate to be able to share many days with them at the quilting frame set up in my Aunt’s dining room. We marked the quilt top after securing it in the frame for quilting and enjoyed good times, good food, and much love creating our masterpiece! My Uncle had a habit of counting the stitches put in my Aunt’s quilts and he was there to enjoy this new endeavor, counting the stitches and retelling stories of his youth that we all loved to hear over and over again.

When the quilt was finished we had one of our big family Sunday dinners and raffled off the quilt. To cover costs of the three main fabrics and the batting we charged everyone $1.00 for each chance to win the quilt. We allowed one free chance to everyone who had participated in the quilt. We put all the names in a hat and had one of the children draw the name of the winner. We have done three family quilts in this manner. There are three families in our large family that are the proud owners of these family quilts. All of the old-timers who were there to help with that first quilt are no longer with us but we can look back with fond memories of those great days spent in their presence creating something of beauty and usefulness.


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My Trip to see Elton John in Concert

Thank goodness for mass transit! If any of you are familiar with the Dallas - Fort Worth, Texas metroplex you know that the traffic can sometimes be exasperating and downright dangerous!

That was my argument when I convinced two of my sisters and a niece and one of her friends that we should take a commuter train to see Elton John in concert. We had coveted tickets to see him at the American Airlines Center in Dallas. The metroplex has a public transportation system that is very user friendly and quite fun to use. One of the options is the Trinity Railway Express running east and west between the two cities and north to some of the suburbs of Dallas. There are ten Trinity Railway Express stations scattered along the route between Fort Worth and Dallas, and a special event train will take you to Victory Station at the American Airlines Center. No hassle. No parking. No gas. And no wear-and-tear on our nerves!

They all agreed. We'd take the train after we ate dinner. So the first stop was Oscar's Mexican Restaurant in Haltom City, a suburb of Fort Worth. They make some of the best salsa and spinach con queso I've ever eaten. We all ordered Oscar's margaritas with salt and started on our first round of chips and salsa. I don't remember what the others ordered but I had their shrimp stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon. It was delicious!

My niece gifted us all with colorful Hawaiian leis and huge bright sunglasses. This was her attempt to give a nod to Elton's flamboyant clothing and on-stage showmanship. She intended for us to wear them to see Elton. What else could we do? We all gamely placed the leis around our necks and proudly walked into Oscar's Restaurant. As you can imagine we got some stares and we responded with waves and giggles.

After our delicious meal and spirited conversation at Oscar's we were on our way to the train by way of the back roads. That time of the day the rush hour traffic is usually backed up and it's best to find an alternate route, especially here on the northeast side of Fort Worth. I understand the place where SH 121, SH 183, SH 26 and 820S merge by the newly remodeled and expanded Northeast Mall is one of the most congested in the metroplex.

We girls are always prepared! We had checked the Trinity Railway Express website for train schedules to and from the concert. We arrived in plenty of time, parked my niece's compact KIA Sorento in the large, well-lighted parking lot at the American Airlines Center and felt relieved that we had made it well in advance of the eastbound train. Other excited folks were milling about on the platform and we struck up several friendly conversations with fans going to see Elton. Everyone was interested in our colorful leis and sunglasses. We felt a little computer illiterate when, after some fumbling and questions answered by some of the younger set, we secured our tickets to ride. We purchased the all-day train passes so we wouldn't have to buy a return ticket after the long concert. We settled down on a bench to wait.

We waited, and then we waited some more. Everyone peered down the track looking back toward Fort Worth, but saw nothing. Finally, after it was obvious the train was late, a Trinity Railway Express representative hurried to the platform. Seems the eastbound had had a mishap and it wasn't coming! If we were going to make it in time to see Elton we'd have to drive. The railway representative promised to let us ride another time by using the pass we'd just purchased. I never did.

Elton John was magnificent. When we arrived the American Airlines Center was pulsating with excited voices and musical instruments being warmed up. We found our seats with some help from the ushers and settled down for a trip down memory lane. Elton sang many of his top hits. My favorite was "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." I believe Elton John's music transcends time, don't you?

Granted, the trip to Dallas and the American Airlines Center was fast and furious and parking wasn't too bad, but the train would have been sooo much easier.

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Grandma in Her Bonnet - Part II

Well, Grandpa didn't think too much about the Indians, so he tied the horses to the side of the wagon and they went to bed. He awoke in the night and Grandma wasn't in the bed so he gets up and goes outside and the horses were also gone. He was so scared he just knew the Indians had stolen her and the horses. He didn't know what to do and he couldn't go off and leave the little girls; then he looked up and saw Grandma leading the horses. She couldn't sleep so she had gotten up and gone to the creek to water the horses. Grandpa said he was so glad to see her he couldn't get mad!

My Grandfather had two brothers who lived in Oklahoma also. One brother's name was Travis (TRAVIS AUSTIN PUCKETT) and everyone called him Trav. He had a wife named Nan and they had 6 children: Gerald, Curly, Era, Stella, Iona, and Eloise. They are all gone now, as they were a good deal older than me. The other brother was named Rufus (CHARLES RUFUS PUCKETT) but he was called Rufe. His wife's name was Lula; they had 5 children: Leaman, Dick, Harve, Madge and Inez. I suppose most of them are gone now, too, unless Inez and little Harve are still living. Madge died just a week after getting married and Inez moved to California. I know that all the others are dead.

In 1930 my mother gave birth to a boy who they named Jim Bob. He and I were the only redheads in the family so I guess I was a little partial to him.

We lived in a couple more places in Oklahoma. We lived on Dr. Glover's place for a while and Daddy raised watermelons and cantaloupes. He took these to Oklahoma City to market. We had a big cement cellar on this place which we were proud of because of the tornadoes. One day the Raleigh man came by and Mother bought a large bottle of white liniment. Mother had always taught us to grab something when we had to go to the cellar, so that evening it came a storm and one of the twins picked up the liniment. Just as she started down the cellar steps she dropped the bottle and it went all over. We could hardly stay down there for the smell!

Daddy had bought a 2-seated Model T Ford. Mother learned to drive and we could go into Blanchard without having to ride in the wagon.

I remember once when we were going to school at Freeney it snowed real hard while we were at school so Obe Tankersley put a cover over his wagon and took all the children home.

Later we moved to another house and we girls started to school in town in Blanchard and we had to ride a bus and that was something to us. In 1932 our brother, Jim Bob, died - he was buried in Blanchard where my Grandma and Grandpa Puckett were buried years later, also where a lot of the other Pucketts are buried. Jim Bob was buried next to our cousin, Era Puckett. Nothing was the same after Jim Bob died, so Mother and Daddy decided to return to Texas.

We moved to Mineral Wells, Texas, and this is where I have finished living my life. We girls started to school at Houston Elementary and later we went to school at Travis Elementary. We lived at 304 S.W. 2nd Street. Daddy worked at the brickyard. We finally moved to the Progress Community and we rode a bus to high school. Mother worked at the Baker Hotel Laundry and Daddy at the brickyard. We milked cows and sold milk. I don't know why me and Vernelle were the only ones who had to help Daddy milk; Maedelle always got to help Mother in the house. I never figured that out. I learned to drive a car when we lived here. Mother and Daddy would let us go to church in town on Sunday night by ourselves; we went to Parker Street Baptist Church. They had something called B.Y.P.U. before church on Sunday night and we would go to B.Y.P.U. but we didn't stay for church a lot of the time. The W.T. Ware family went to church there, too, and their two boys, James Edward and Gregory, and Ed Boone and other girls and boys would climb into a car and go rob someone's watermelon patch or just ride around. Mother and Daddy never learned of this until we were grown!

We later moved back to our house in town and I continued to go to high school. One day Vernelle was supposed to be sick and didn't go to school and when we all came home that night we found a note on the table saying she and Leon Richards had gone to Waurika, Oklahoma, and got married. I went on to high school for a while and I quit when I lacked one semester. I thought I was grown, so I went to work where Mother worked at the Baker laundry. Mineral Wells was not a large town at that time and I can remember where there was nothing east of the railroad tracks but prairie. That was to change very soon.

The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor that year (1940) and everything changed. They built Camp Walters and the whole world and our town changed. There were thousands of soldiers sent to Camp Walters. I had gone to work at the Camp Walters Laundry and worked there until I married.

They built a large skating rink in town and I learned to skate. I loved skating and I would skate every night. A lot of people skated there, including a lot of soldiers. I went with quite a few of them, but skating was my life and I would skate with the soldiers that I had met and I would let one walk me home. Two or three of them wanted to get serious but they were not for me!

Then in 1941, in November, I met a tall, handsome, black-headed Sergeant and fell in love at the skating rink.

… to be continued

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Lucy Puckett and Cowart Children Die from 1918 Influenza

Near the beginning of the 20th century the world encountered a disease of epidemic proportions. Europe was in the throes of World War I and the United States was preparing to send thousands to face an enemy that was like none that had been encountered before. They didn't realize there was another enemy waiting in the wings that would kill 675,000 Americans before it faded from the world stage.

A Family Portrait

When I was a little girl I loved to sit and look at my grandmother's picture album for hours on end. She would tell me the names of the people found in those mysterious, sometimes faded, black and white photos. There were some that were sepia toned and some that looked like they had been colored by pencil in a beautiful pastel.

My grandmother had two sisters who lived fairly close to her in Texas and they visited one another often. They had a baby brother living in Oklahoma and they all doted on him. He was clearly special to them. At the time I lived with my grandmother in Mineral Wells, Texas, these were the only four still living out of this fairly large family. There were 13 children born to my great-grandmother between 1889 and 1914.

But back to those faded photographs - as Grandma talked to me about the people staring back at us, I could hear the nostalgia in her voice and see her mind going back and back into her childhood and days past, revisiting some far away time and place.

One of Grandma's oldest sisters, Lucy, died on December 30, 1918. She was far away from her family in Texas and Oklahoma, but spent the last days with her husband whom she had been married to for ten years. I had always assumed the couple were practically newlyweds when Lucy died.

Influenza Pandemic of 1918-1919

Lucy was a victim of the Influenza pandemic of 1918-1919, which "...killed more people than World War I at somewhere between 20 and 40 million people. It has been cited as the most devastating epidemic in recorded world history. More people died of influenza in a single year than in four-years of the Black Death Bubonic Plague from 1347 to 1351. Known as 'Spanish Flu' or 'La Grippe' the influenza of 1918-1919 was a global disaster."

"An estimated 675,000 Americans died of influenza during the pandemic, ten times as many as in the world war. Of the U.S. soldiers who died in Europe, half of them fell to the influenza virus and not to the enemy (Deseret News)." "An estimated 43,000 servicemen mobilized for WWI died of influenza (Crosby)."

Lucy's story is one of many that tell how this horrific influenza affected people worldwide.

I have always been fascinated with Lucy's story because as a child I used to read and reread two letters that my grandmother had in a box for safekeeping. Of course, time passed and I had forgotten about Lucy and her letter. Years later, I happened to run across that letter along with another one stuck between the pages of an old McGuffey's Third Reader that had belonged to my great-grandmother when she was a girl in Brock, Texas.

I had already begun to research the family and when I found the letters I was thrilled. The first letter was from an excited but tired Lucy to her parents in Millsap, Texas. She had taken the train to Hammond, Oklahoma, to meet her husband, Conley. They were on their way to Sandpoint, Idaho. I am sharing it here as it was written.

Hammond, Okla


Dear folks. I got here all right. Conley meat me at Hammond. We are at a hotel now don't guess we will leave here untill Monday. Mrs. Cowart daughter is sick. don't know when she will be able to start. What time did you get home last night. Will write again soon. our sale brought $1,077.51. Ans soon and back it to Sandpoint, Idaho. Conley and Lucy

Lucy's parents received the following letter from Lucy Cowart shortly after the first of the year, 1919.

Sandpoint Ida

Mrs H V Puckett

Dear friend it is with a sad sad heart one that is broken - broken to tell you that we laid your darling at rest with our darling boys all in one lot and at the same time, Jan. Sat 4 at 3 o'clock. Lucy died Dec 30 and my little darling baby went home Dec 31, and my two boys went New Year's day. O you can't know how hard it was to give up three at once and a true friend, too. All that loving hands could do was done. Lucy looked so sweet and my boys looked so sweet. they all looked like they was asleep and so they were in the arms of our saviour. We can't understand why the Lord does these things but he will make all clear some day. Well Conley is better he has had a clost call. They think he will get well. We got Lillie letter today but can't read it to Conley yet. Well Dear friends, your Darling casket was pure white all four caskets was alike. They was covered in pretty flowers. I will close. write soon.

from Lucys friend and yours

Lucy Cowart

More Questions and Answers

I had so many questions - why did Lucy and Conley go to Sandpoint, Idaho, who were the Cowarts, and how and where had Lucy died? The letters answered some of my questions but left many more unanswered.

In my research for various family lines I had placed a query on one of the RootsWeb.com surname lists for the name Puckett. I actually placed Lucy and Mrs. Cowart's letters on the forum and asked if anyone had any information that might help in my search.

A very nice young man (out of the blue - I might add) wrote to me offering to go to the Bonner County Historical Society Museum in Sandpoint, Idaho and look for an obituary for Lucy. He sent me a copy of the newspaper article published in the Pend Oreille Review on January 3, 1919.

He had found what was to me a goldmine. It wasn't large, but it had a wealth of information and went a long way toward answering my questions.

The local Sandpoint newspaper had reported on the deaths and a reporter had written about the families and their struggles since moving across the country from Oklahoma to a place that was foreign to them.

I retyped the newspaper article and as the gentleman sending it to me said, "The newspaper from which it was originally copied must have had a wrinkle down thru the left side that hid one or more letters in each line. However, most words can be inferred from the remaining letters."

January 3, 1919

Pend Oreille Review

Bonner County, Sandpoint, Idaho




Two Youths Among The Stricken.

Sad Story Accompanies the Arrival of New Families in a Strange Country.

The harrowing experience of losing three sons within three days, two of them within seven hours of each other, has been the misfortune this week of Mr. And Mrs. J.J. Cowart, a middle-aged couple who arrived in the city with a party of Oklahoma homeseekers two weeks ago yesterday. The deaths occurred at the Red Cross flu hospital in the K.P. building. The first dead was that of the couple's year-old son, Joseph Lloyd, which occurred Tuesday morning. On Wednesday morning at 9 o'clock the 16-year-old son, Martin Carden, died and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon the 18-year-old son, Peter Augustus, succumbed.

The Cowarts were members of a party of three families of homeseekers who left Strong City, Okla., coming directly here. The families were those of Mr. Cowart, consisting of his wife and seven children, that of his daughter and son-in-law, Mr. And Mrs. And___ Hyman, and a third family, Mr. And Mrs. C.T. Rhoten, neighbors in the Oklahoma country. Cowart was an old friend of W.A. Berry, who two years ago bought 160 acres in the Pack River country. Berry, after settling here, went back to Oklahoma and his old neighbors decided, with crop failures in Oklahoma twice succes____ly, they would come to Bonner County. They sold out their land and belongings and came on, anticipating purchasing farm land upon their arrival.

Mr. And Mrs. Rhoten were taken with the influenza the second day out on their journey and upon arrival here the Cowart baby and some of the other children in the Cowart family were sick. Cowart first got a furnished house in rear of the Jack Ada___ building and on Monday, December 22, rented the house at 431 Pine ______. The sons, Martin and Peter, came over the Great Northern with a load of household goods and they arrived at the same time that the three families got here over the Northern Pacific, December 19. Mr. and Mrs. Rhoten and the members of the Cowart family were removed to the flu hospital Christmas week. The two Cowart youths took heavy colds while unloading the car and they soon joined the other members of the family with severe cases, and were also removed to the hospital. Mr. And Mrs. Hyman escaped attack and Mr. And Mrs. Cowart were not sick with the disease.

By the time Mrs. Rhoten appeared at the hospital she was very low and she expired Monday evening. Rhoten was so low at one time his life was despaired of but at last accounts he was holding his own. The Cowart children died as noted above.

The bodies are all at the Brower undertaking rooms and there will be a joint funeral for the four victims held from the Brower undertaking rooms at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Rev. W.N. Byars will conduct the services.

"The party seemed to be all high-class people," said T.L. Greer, of the H____bird land department. "On his arrival, Mr. Cowart and the older boys were in the office. They were rather thinly clad, I thought, and I advised Mr. Cowart to get rubbers and not run around in the snow without protection. He said he had rubbers with his effects. They said it did not seem as cold here as the winter weather they were accustomed to in Oklahoma. No doubt the boys, who got here with bad colds as a result of sleeping en-route in the boxcar in which they were not allowed to build a fire, were in bad condition when they arrived. They went right to work unpacking the next day after the evening of their arrival and they were soon down. None of the party seemed to realize that great care should have accompanied their change of climate in midwinter."

The said circumstance of the four deaths caused a great deal of local interest. Every effort was made to save the lives of the victims at the Red Cross hospital. The four surviving children of the Cowart family have all been down with the disease which proved fatal to their three brothers. The two older brothers died in adjoining cots.


I found out later that Lucy's husband, Conley, lived another 36 years after Lucy's death. He died in 1954 at the age of sixty-two. I corresponded with one of his grandchildren after finding his obituary online. He had remarried and had a family and had a happy and wonderful life. I'm sure he must have thought often of that girl he had left in Sandpoint, Idaho. Knowing three of her sisters as I did, I like to think she was a happy, loving, thoughtful friend and wife. I know her sisters loved her deeply and one of them shared with her daughter that the last time she saw Lucy she was waving goodbye from the platform of the passenger train she had boarded in Millsap on that cold December day in 1918.

Deseret News, "On the Eve of Peace in WWI Influenza Cast Shadow of Death," http://www.desnews.com/cen/hst/01260133.htm

Crosby, Alfred, America's Forgotten Pandemic: The Influenza of 1918, (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1989) p. 1-69


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Judy's Beef Enchiladas

Do you love Mexican food? Do you sometimes crave the hot, spicy taste of enchiladas? I have the perfect recipe for enchiladas that I use every time one of my family members has that craving.

My younger sister also makes delicious enchiladas and her son requests them every year for his birthday dinner. She makes a wonderful green chili and cheese enchilada. They are a little more complicated; I usually opt for the quick and easy!

My mother's twin sister taught me how to make enchiladas at least 25 years ago. She said she always used El Paso brand tortillas, enchilada sauce and taco sauce. I prefer that brand, too, but if I can't find them in one of the local grocery stores I will use the brand available. My husband and I also prefer the mildest flavor of sauces; they can be found in Mild, Medium, and Hot. When I first started making these you could find the El Paso tortillas in a flat round can and that's what my aunt used. I haven't seen them in the grocery store lately. I substituted the bagged tortillas found in the bread section and they are great.


2 or 3 pounds ground hamburger (I prefer ground chuck)

2 small cans El Paso mild taco sauce

1 package of 24 corn tortillas

2 cans El Paso mild enchilada sauce

½ cup chopped onion

1 16-ounce bar sharp cheddar cheese, grated

Brown hamburger meat. Add 2 small cans taco sauce and cook slowly while preparing the tortillas.

Having tortillas and paper towels handy, I quickly dip tortillas one at a time in and out of hot oil in a heavy skillet. I use a pair of tongs to lift them out of oil. Then I place them on a paper towel to drain. I usually get 4 on a paper towel, and then place another paper towel on top, then another 4 tortillas, layering them until you have used all of the tortillas. It's important to dip them in and out of hot oil quickly to soften them. If you skip this step the tortillas will become too brittle while baking.

Let the tortillas cool slightly so you can handle them without burning your hands. Fill each tortilla with about 2 tablespoons hamburger mixture and roll tortilla up. Place them in an oblong baking pan, such as a 13" x 9" x 2" Pyrex dish. After filling the dish, sprinkle chopped onion and shredded sharp cheddar cheese over rolled tortillas. Then pour 1 can mild enchilada sauce over all. Bake in a 350ยบ oven for approximately 20 minutes.

There will be too many enchiladas for 1 pan; place the overflow in a smaller baking dish and pour the second can of enchilada sauce over them.

This can be a little messy but it will help if you gather everything together before you start cooking. Also, don't get the oil too hot or it will begin to splatter and pop. Take your time!

I serve mine with a great salad and chips. Enjoy!


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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Grandma in Her Bonnet

"My Memories" by Irene

The earliest memories I have are when I was about 4 or 5 years old. We lived at Newberry, a little community east of Millsap, Texas in Parker County. We lived in a house just north of J.N. GAILEY, my grandfather. His house was located just after you turn off the old Millsap and Weatherford highway toward Newberry on the left. His old house is gone now, but the one we lived in, which is the second house on the road on the right (it sat on a little rise from the road) is still standing.

My father (J.D. "DOC" GAILEY) was a farmer. I had two sisters who were twins and were two years older than I named Vernelle and Maedell. I also had a cousin whose name was Wesley Hodges, Jr. I guess Wes and I were a lot alike and both mischievous. We were both the same age. His birthday was the 2nd of October and mine was the 6th - both born in 1923. Wes stayed with us a lot when he was small since his mother and dad (WES & NELL GAILEY HODGES) were separated and his mother taught school.

I also remember my mother (EDNA ALICE PUCKETT GAILEY) having to go down to the creek, quite a way, behind our house in the summertime and doing our laundry. I know she had a hard time living in the country and not having any of the conveniences of our modern days.

We children were always into something. I can remember getting a very hard spanking when we still lived in this place. My cousin, Wes, and I decided we would ride the little calf, which was really too small to ride, but remember we were only 5 years old. The calf ran through the fence and was cut up quite badly and we were, too. Daddy came home and he really was mad - sure gave Wes and me a spanking - one of many spankings I received over the years while growing up!

I don't have a lot of memories of this period of time, but I can remember Daddy building us three girls a little cabinet which was just like our Mother's. Daddy could make anything if he had the time and materials to do with; however, my father was so slow, it always took him a long time to do anything. Once he finished anything, however, it was done right. My Mother could work circles around him.

We left Newberry when I was still about 5 to move to Oklahoma. The last thing I remember is going by my Grandpa and Grandma Gailey's to tell them goodbye; the last time I saw Grandpa he was sick and sitting under a big tree in the yard. My Grandpa died while we lived in Oklahoma. He died May 6, 1930. We had a Model-T Ford. It had a front seat and a little box-like bed on the back and we three girls rode back there with what fine things we carried with us to Oklahoma.

My Mother's parents (HARVEY V. & ALICE COOK ROBERTS PUCKETT) lived about 5 miles east of Blanchard, Oklahoma, and when we arrived from Texas we moved to a farm about 2 or 3 miles from Grandma and Grandpa Puckett. The place we moved to belonged to a man by the name of Obe Tankersley. It was a two-room house and we lived there probably about a year. Daddy raised hogs and farmed. Those were the biggest hogs I ever saw and in the winter we would butcher hogs. We would make sausage and stuff them in socks or bags which Mother had sewn up, then the sausage and the rest of the meat would be hung in the smokehouses for our own use.

I was 2 years younger than the twins and they were very close and wouldn't play with me sometimes. If one got mad at me, so did the other one. Mother wouldn't let them start to school until I could start so that I could take care of them. I suppose this was because I was so much bigger than they were. They were always real small - one weighed 2 lbs. And the other weighed 2 1/2 lbs when they were born. I was always tall for my age and looked older.

We started to school in a one-room schoolhouse in a little community called Freeny. This school had a curtain that rolled down to separate the smaller children from the older ones. I took a lot of hair pulling and fights on account of the twins. Seems I had to look after them all of my life. We walked 2 miles to and from this school.

I remember once when the twins were mad at me for some reason. We had a large field in front of our house and woods on the right side of the road. My Mother had an old black dress, hat and lace-up shoes which I put on and went down in the woods and came out below where they were playing down in the field. When they saw me they thought it was an old crazy woman that lived about a mile from our house. They started screaming and running toward the house with me after them. Mother couldn't quiet them until after I took off the old clothes.

We continued to go to school at Freeney, but we moved to a house of Grady Tankersley's place where Daddy worked. We lived in a two-room house which had a tin roof. I'll always remember the sound of rain on the roof of that house. We had a spring that resembled a cave. Water dripped into the pond continuously and in the wintertime it had the largest icicles hanging down. I always enjoyed playing there with the beautiful trees and the green moss on the ground. We three girls had the measles when we lived here, and I remember Lizzie Tankersley bringing us sugar cookies. She was our first Sunday School teacher and once I remember the Tankersley's having an Easter egg hunt for the whole community in the woods above our house. We didn't have a church in our community - everyone went to the schoolhouse for church and any other activity such as pie suppers or box suppers. Pie suppers were where all the girls and women baked pies and the boys and men bought the pies. Whoever bought your pie you had to share it with them, the same with the box supper where you had to pack a box with supper which usually consisted of fried chicken and cake. I remember when a visiting preacher, usually old Bro. White, would spend the night with us. Mother would get up real early and kill a fryer and dress it and fry it for breakfast. We also had plenty of molasses. Daddy would help the other farmers cut their sugar cane and we would have plenty of syrup. We were very poor and I can remember my mother making our clothes. We did good if we had 2 dresses and she would have to keep letting out the hems. She usually dressed us all three alike. When our coats would be real worn she would turn them and let out the hems and they were just like new.

My Aunt Mildred and Uncle Edgar Ames (EDGAR & ANNIE MILDRED PUCKETT AMES) lived about a mile across the pasture from us and at that time they had four children, later they had two more. The oldest girl was my age. She was born in August before I was born in October. We all played and fought a lot. We also learned to smoke grapevines. They would call me redheaded peckerwood or the twins would make them mad and I would have to fight for them. However, since we have grown older we have been close friends and since Mother and Daddy are gone they include me in a lot of their family gatherings. The girls, Loweda, Faye, Vada, and Barbara, are very dear to me.

We lived close to my Grandma and Grandpa Puckett and we visited them a lot on Sundays when a lot of the other family would be there. All of their children were married at that time except Mother's only brother who was named Ballard (HARVEY BALLARD PUCKETT) and who was also the baby of the family. Grandpa would tell us of the old days and we kids would sit and listen to him by the hour. I will tell of one story he used to tell us. He said one time when they used to live in Parker County, Texas; Grandma Alice wanted to go to Louisiana to visit her people. I think they had about 5 girls at that time, which were all small. So they packed everything and the children into the covered wagon and started for Louisiana. One night they camped by a stream of water and they noticed a band of Indians camped on a hill just above them; but the Indians were supposed to be peaceful.

.... continued

Friday, May 9, 2008

My American Indian Ancestor

One of the most difficult family lines that I've tried to trace is my granddaughter's lineage through her American Indian ancestor, her maternal great-grandmother. Family members say that she was a Blackfoot Lakota captured from the Black Hills in the mid-1800s. She was pregnant at the time of her capture and spent time as a slave, ending up in Alabama from where most of her descendants scattered around the United States.

While looking for her name on the Indian rolls and not being successful, I began to look for other family names that I knew should be in the Indian Territory in the early 1900s. The Guion Miller Roll Index, Armstrong Roll, Baker Roll, Dawes Final Rolls of the Five Civilized Tribes and other Native American rolls are available here.

Finally, I found one of the names I was looking for. He was listed as a 2-year-old in a household with his parents, a younger brother and grandparents whose names I recognized as those written in my uncle's hand in his family Bible. Previously, I had located the same family in the 1900 Oklahoma Indian Territory census and in the race block he was listed as I - which could only mean Indian - born in IT (Indian Territory). The family had always told the story that Grandpa was an Indian but we had never seen any proof. Only the census hinted at this.

On the Final Rolls of the Five Civilized Tribes website I found that I could order census packets from the National Archives in Fort Worth, Texas, or from the Oklahoma Historical Society in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

I decided to order my families Dawes Packet online from the Oklahoma Historical Society. I ordered the Census Card and Application Packet for my ancestor, giving the research center names, dates, and the information I had found online included on the Dawes Final Roll. A few days went by and I got a phone call from a researcher there at the Oklahoma History Research Center. He had found my ancestor's application packet that had about 15 pages of microfilm to be copied. He wanted to tell me that on the outside of the packet there was a reference to another application packet for someone else who turned out to be her uncle. That application packet contained over 150 pages! But in order for me to be sure I had all the information and knowing there might be a wonderful tidbit of our history hidden away in the archives, I ordered copies of it all.

I talked to the gentleman from the research center twice and he was very helpful and courteous. It turned out that my ancestors were listed as Mississippi Choctaw Refused on the Dawes Final Roll. After reading very carefully all of the papers included in the packet I learned that the Commission to the Five Civilized Tribes refused to identify them as Choctaws because their original Indian ancestor had not complied with the orders of the fourteenth article of the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek of 1830.

"ART. XIV. Each Choctaw head of a family being desirous to remain and become a citizen of the States, shall be permitted to do so, by signifying his intention to the Agent within six months from the ratification of this Treaty, and he or she shall thereupon be entitled to a reservation of one section of six hundred and forty acres of land, to be bounded by sectional lines of survey; in like manner shall be entitled to one half that quantity for each unmarried child which is living with him over ten years of age; and a quarter section to such child as may be under 10 years of age, to adjoin the location of the parent. If they reside upon said lands intending to become citizens of the States for five years after the ratification of this Treaty, in that case a grant in fee simple shall issue; said reservation shall include the present improvement of the head of the family, or a portion of it. Persons who claim under this article shall not lose the privilege of a Choctaw citizen, but if they ever remove are not to be entitled to any portion of the Choctaw annuity."
In the papers included in the packet for our ancestor, there was a long response from the Commission to an application for rehearing of the case. They tell the story of the mother who lived in Mississippi at the time of the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek. They recorded that she "went before the United States Agent, Ward, at Dancing Rabbit Creek, in the State of Mississippi in 1830, to signify her intention to take a five years stay, in compliance with the fourteenth article of the treaty of 1830," but that Agent Ward, who was under the influence of liquor at the time, refused to enroll her. It was also reported that this fact was shown by the affidavits of Soloman York, 96 years of age, and Tubbie and Kerr Thomas, each 82 years of age.

Even though the family's lawyers put forth these facts, the office of the Acting Commissioner, A. C. Tonner, recommended that the motion for a rehearing not be allowed. There were 28 pages in the typewritten decision by the Department of the Interior, Commission to the Five Civilized Tribes.

The Commission did not say they were not Indian, just that they did not comply with the articles of the treaty; and therefore, were refused free land. I can imagine my family pursued this for 5 years because they had already built a life on land they had purchased in the Indian Territory.

The application packet includes children's names, ages, places of birth, marriage information, residences, etc. There is a genealogy report as well. There were transcribed interviews with the main family members in this drama that drew me in and I could feel the confusion, pain, and even embarrassment that they must have felt as they sat there answering personal questions.

Maybe I've read too many western paperbacks, seen too many western movies, or lived in the West too long. Maybe I've romanticized the life of the Indian. But after reading the words of my ancestors and of the members of the Commission along with their decisions, I feel I have a better understanding of how my ancestors lived and how they suffered. I have ancestors from all nationalities, from the English, Welch, German, African, Austrian, and American Indian. That period of time when the United States was being expanded was a very difficult one according to history. I hope we all will remember and can reflect without rancor upon all that our ancestors went through. Even though this research of mine has pushed me nearly to the edge!

Sunday, May 4, 2008

A Favorite Genealogy Blog

“There are 8 million stories in the Naked City. This has been one of them.”

That was the tag-line of the popular TV show, Naked City, in the 1960s. It reminds me of all the stories found within the pages of our family’s past. Stories that may seem unimportant or uninteresting, but in reality they are the ones that make us smile, laugh, cry, and eager to hear more.

There are several of those 8 million stories found at Magnoliablossom’s Weblog. Go to her blog and read about her fascinating family.

Judy Shubert in the Limelight

Donald Pennington is a very creative, savvy content producer! I wish I had been the one to come up with his ingenious idea of interviewing other writers on Associated Content!

I was very flattered and more than a little surprised to find his invitation to submit my answers to his very thought-provoking interview process in my mailbox. The process was easy, fun, and very rewarding, as it has brought new readers to the articles I have written.

Donald has a unique style and I felt like we were sitting across from one another - he with pad and pencil in hand and me enjoying the limelight. Afterwards, when reading the interview I felt I had truly gotten to know Judy Shubert a little better!

I find it interesting that Donald is a Texan, too. Like April Lorier, another writer I met by reading Donald's interview of her, I knew a family named Pennington when growing up in a small town in north-central Texas. Their daughter graduated the year before I did and years later her daughter was one of my daughter-in-law's best friends. I moved away from Texas for about 25 years and my son came back to finish high school here so he could attend a Texas college as a resident and not have to pay those huge out-of-state tuition fees. As so often happens, he fell in love with a girl who just happened to know someone from his Mom's past! The world is truly a small place and is getting smaller all the time.

I think Donald is a great asset to Associated Content. He is also a huge source of knowledge to the average content producer. I have learned a lot about how to do things as a writer for them by reading his articles. Along with several others I have met at AC, he has been instrumental in encouraging me to continue writing.

Thanks for the wonderful opportunity to share a little of myself with your readers and mine. Everyone needs a Donald Pennington on his or her side!

My interview can be read on Donald's page. Come on over and say hello. You can find the interview here.

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