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Once Around the County in Newberry

Newberry School is just a few miles east of Mineral Wells, Texas, in the county of Parker. Newberry Cemetery now is the resting place for my grandparents, J. D. Gailey and Edna Puckett Gailey, and their daughters, Irene Gailey Stone, and Maedelle Gailey Carlyle, plus several other relatives. Irene, Maedelle and my mother, Vernelle, lived near the school as small children and told stories about going to school in Newberry. I can only assume it was the same school building, as my mother and her twin were born in 1921.

The Pucketts named in the picture below are my mother's first cousins once removed: Gerald, Iona, and Stella were children of Travis Austin Puckett and Nancy Catherine Mayo.
In 1924 Richard Gerald Puckett, age nineteen; Stella Puckett, age twelve; Iona Puckett, probably age 10 or eleven.

Thelma Doss, writer for the Mineral Wells Index said Esta Lea Daniel Ashley was quick to identify all the students and teachers in this 1924 picture. I do not know when she did this, but the newspaper clipping was given to me by my aunt Irene Gailey Stone. Esta Lea and her twin sister, Para Lea were good friends with my aunt. My cousin and Irene's daughter, Linda Kay Stone Cox and I took Irene to visit with them in 2005 in their home in North Richland Hills, Texas.

Para Lea Daniel Moore, Irene Gailey Stone, and Esta Lea Daniel Ashley

Once Around the County
by Thelma Doss


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