Trust everyone has enjoyed the letters that were posted and hope that more will share their memories or at least their wishes and greetings to the rest of us. We on the Job list, have become family, not only by blood, our common surname, but by our love of sharing, our caring and concerns for each other. I hear from so many of you privately. The archives don't always give a 'full view' of the list and its members and the behind the scenes. Each and every one of you are SPECIAL to me and in the coming year I do hope to get to actually meet several of you in person. This has been a dream of mine for some time. What I want everyone to know is that Christmas time can bring back memories of all sorts and it a time that we reflect on or remember the most for years to come - whether it be joyous or sorrowful But remember the sorrows are only for a 'season' - they do pass and once again are intermingled with the happy occasions of childhood, when our children were young or watching our grandchildren. And as you can see, it isn't money or riches, but the 'little things', 'family love or love for a neighbour or friend' that really matters. It is also the time when someone is most likely to have a camera around. I knew when I asked everyone to 'write their Christmas story' or to interview a Job(e) descendant and record their memories that for some this would be a difficult task. And believe me, for me, it was one of the hardest things that I've ever done. But it was also a time of 'healing' and also 'remembering some of the 'little things' that I had forgotten. In some of those pictures in the late 70's, when I look so sad and 'far away', my children are smiling and laughing. In some of those early pictures in Texas, even as a child, I was smiling. I had forgotten about decorating the house with garland, the cards that I received and put on the wall. Though I cropped some of this when I posted the pictures, I still saw it. So you see, I wrote the 'story' the way that I remember it now, and then I looked for pictures and the pictures also 'revealed some Christmas memories, that were there, but I, overshadowed with the grief, etc, at the time, that I had truly forgotten them. When I started this, actually I had no intention of writing my own story. Some of the memories were just too painful, but then I thought, how could I ask my cousins on the list to do what I wasn't ready to do myself, - so I said, okay - one paragraph will be my story. As you can see that paragraph turned into a journey and eventually 7 parts filled with MANY MANY PICTURES - all going back and forth - showing the 'different seasons' that my life brought. I'm so happy that I've gotten to know you and we have become family. Just never realized how 'big' and 'caring' the Job(e) family actually is. Used to think that there were only a few of us - but we are a HUGE family. Whether you're part of Job(e) Legacy, Job(e) Branches, Job(e) Twigs or Job(e) Leaves or the Jobs/Jobes spelling - each and every one of you, I wish you a Merry CHRISTmas and the best of health, friends, love, and 'searching' in 2005. Ann (Jobe) Brown

Warren, Thanks so much for posting your Christmas Memories. Really great to see how Christmas was being celebrated in places outside of the United States. Now what town of several thousand would this be? Was it in Australia? Later on today, I'll make a page and get get your three letters posted and then I'll link it under your family on our Job(e) Leaves section. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/notandrew.html Ann (Jobe) Brown > When we did got to town, ( we were on a farm 1,100 acres of wheat and > sheep, > 5 miles from the > nearest town of 500 soles, 45 miles from a larger town of several > thousand.)

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 7) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html CHRISTMAS (1999-2004) Today, our Christmas season starts with the Christmas Banquet at church, which is always the first weekend in December. There is always good fellowship, a skit, and great singing. Then the first Sunday night in December there is the Sunday School Christmas play. Since we taught Sunday school, ages 8-9, for over 10 years, this is a real thrill. Then sometime in mid December, we go to see the cantata, a musical play put on at church every year. Now many of our former Sunday School Students are performing the lead parts. Sometime, after this, we pray that Philip, who is in the military, will be able to make it home safe from wherever he is coming from. This is now his 4th Christmas in the military and we've been blessed to have him home every year. We do know that the time is coming and it could very well be next Christmas when we're sure he will be in Afghanistan or some other place far away. The first Christmas he was in the military, he was in the middle of basic training, but a last-minute decision allowed him to take a 10 hour bus ride from Montreal to come home for a week. The second year was a bit tricky as he was in Shiloh, Manitoba waiting his artillery course. As anyone knows the weather on the prairies in Canada can be rough this time of year. First of all he had to take a 2 1/2 bus ride to Winnipeg to the nearest airport. At this time, it had been 8 1/2 months since we had seen him as his way home would only be paid once a year. He did manage to get his plane booked and made it to the airport in Winnipeg on time. However, here is Sudbury, that year we were having a winter storm, but we did manage to make it to the airport here - which is normally about 30-35 minutes from here but that day took us an hour. Well here we were in that airport with many other parents waiting for their children to come home for the holiday. Soon a message came over the PA, saying that they were sorry to report that the weather prevented the plane from landing and it had circled the airport but flew on to Hamilton, Ontario, just outside of Toronto. So we got back in the car and headed home to wait. We weren't even home 15 minutes when the phone rang. Philip said, "Guess where I am". We both shouted, Hamilton at the same time. We told him to try and catch a bus and we would give him the money for the bus when he got here. About an hour later the phone rang again and it was Philip. Was expecting him to say that he had managed to get to Toronto and was waiting for the greyhound to bring him to Sudbury, but didn't know when the next one would be. What a shock it was when he said, "Mom, I'm at the airport." I said, "You're still in Hamilton, can't get out?". He said, "No, I'm back in Sudbury, please come and pick me up!" The plane that he had arrived on was on its way back to Winnipeg and it had said to any who 'wanted to take a chance', that they believed that they would be able to land in Sudbury this time, BUT if the weather was too bad, then they would be stuck back in Winnipeg where they started and their money would not be returned. Well my adventuresome son took the gamble and it paid off. His guardian angels were watching after him that day. And like most parents with grown children who have left the nest, our Christmases now revolve around the grandchildren. Even my children's father, his wife and their son, who is almost 16, and her children all have Christmas with us. It is 'strange' to some, but the differences are behind us, we all have our own lives now, and most of all we share two beautiful grandsons. That is what Christmas is really about. When my husband asked Evan, our grandson who will soon be 5, what Christmas was about, we got the answer you would expect, "Grandpa, Toys of course." So Allan started to tell him about it being Jesus birthday. Evan quickly interrupted and said, "Mommy and I last night was putting the figures under tree and I got to put in Baby Jesus. And Chad, our 2 year old, well he doesn't know fully what to think about things yet, but knows the man with the white beard and dressed in red at the mall gives away candy canes and 'that huge decorated tree' is taking up part of his play room in the living room but presents keep magically appearing under it that he would like to open. (and he has opened a few before Chantale could catch him)

A Christmas During WW II by Stan Jobe (s/o Edward Stanley Jobe, gs/o Edgar Payne Jobe, gt gs/o William Wesley Jobe, 2nd gt gs/o John F. 'Sorrell' Jobe, 3rd gt gs/o Daniel Jobe and Mourning Pryor, 4th gt gs/o Samuel Job and Dorcas MacKay) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_childress.html I have thought and thought about Christmas memories and I only have one that I can recall with any degree of accuracy and much fondness. During WWII all sorts of things were in short supply especially toys and toys made of metal. I wanted a train - an electric train! There were no trains in any of the dime stores (dime stores are no longer around). We had two in Orange during that time. According to my mother, my dad came home one night very happy - he had found a train. A real electric train. He found it, of all places in a furniture store - Conn's. They were using it as a decoration in a store window. It was part of a Christmas scene - an electric train at the base of a Christmas tree around which were presents. Dad went into the store and asked the manager if it was for sale. The manager agreed to sell it for $25.00 but only after the store closed on Christmas Eve. That was 5:00PM. Dad stayed until the store closed and bought my electric train. You need to remember that $25.00 was about 60% of my dad's pay for that week. He brought it home and did not tell me. That night I went to sleep and dreamed the dreams of children at Christmas times. The next morning, about the break of day, I woke up and ran into the living room- kitchen. Our house was very small! There was a real electric train complete with tracks, cars and a transformer. I ran the train until the engine and transformer was too hot to touch. I later found out from my mother that after I went to sleep on Christmas eve dad played with the train for a log time after he had set it up. Mother said that she had to make him stop for fear of waking all of us kids up before Christmas morning. That train was a large expense for my family and I realized it because all of us kids knew the value of a dollar or should I say a dime.

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 6) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html CHRISTMAS - 1992-1998 During the mid 1990's, my husband finally had enough seniority to take his vacation at Christmas and we would go and spend it with my mother and step father. Daddy had died in January 1981, and my mother had remarried in 1982 a wonderful man, Claude Dodd. She had moved from Grand Prairie and was living in east Fort Worth, in what used to be Handley. My daughter had married in 1994 and she would spend Christmas at his parents. The first couple of years my mother would make all the fixings. Later on the main course would be ordered from Winn Dixie, which was only a block away. Every Christmas eve, we would go to Brahms for those delicious hamburgers. It was Christmas in 1992 that we realized that these 'good times' were coming to a quick end. It was at this time that we realized that my stepfather would soon have to be committed to a nursing home. He was 12 years older than my mother and had Parkinson's. His health was failing rapidly. This Christmas Eve, for the 3rd time in one week, we were sitting in an emergency room waiting for him to get stitches, having fallen again. We got him a walker but he refused to use it or even a cane. The next year, Christmas 1993, my mother was still living in Ft Worth at Claude's house, but Claude had been placed in a nursing home the previous summer. At least the nursing home was close by. On Christmas Day, we ordered from Winn Dixie again and made the trimmings at home. My husband drove to Weatherford and picked up Aunt Annie, Daddy's widowed sister who lived alone. and had no children. Auntie's daughter, Lois, who had lived with her was now in a nursing home herself. Allan couldn't stand her being by herself. The next year, Aunt Annie would be in a nursing home herself. Mommy had bought Claude 2 nice outfits for Christmas. When we took them to the nursing home to give to Claud, he didn't know us or even Mommy. It was such an awful feeling that day. However, the next day, we returned to the nursing home to visit and Claud was sitting in a wheelchair in the hall and was all dressed in one of his new outfits. When we came in, he immediately started waving, smiling and laughing and knew all of us. What a change from the day before. However, that night the phone rang and this wonderful man had died. So on December 29th, we had his funeral and then on December 31st, New Year's Eve, we quickly moved my mother from Claude's house in Ft Worth to the old house where I had grew up from 1963-1970. That was some week between Christmas and New Years. The next few Christmases, 1994-1997, would be spent in Grand Prairie, Texas, in the house where I had spent my teen years. I had started back doing genealogy and between Christmas 1997 and New Years 1998, I got my first computer. It was a librarian in Arlington who actually convinced me that I didn't have to the live in the states to work on the hobby which I loved. In mid January 1998, Allan would have to go in the hospital and would spend 3 weeks in the hospital and eventually have bypass surgery, an aorta valve replaced and an aneurysm removed. For the next while, Christmas would be spent at home.

Heartwarming!!! After a lot of sadness, so nice to read about the wonderful things that happened! xoxo Patti My Own Christmas Memories (Part 5) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html *Lots of Pictures on the site! Christmas 1984-1991

Christmas Memories with Max Jobe, as written by wife, Margaret http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_chas_oliv.html (s/o Joseph Walden Jobe, gs/o Charles Oliver Jobe, gt gs/o Joseph W. Jobe, 2nd gt gs/o Elisha Jobe, 3rd gt gs/o Enoch Jobe Jr, 4th gt gs/o Enoch Job Sr., 5h gt gs/o Joshua Job and Margaret MacKay) "Max was born to Joseph and Mary(Thompson) Jobe in Grundy County, Missouri in 1931. He had no recollection of Christmas when he lived in Missouri. With seven children in the family, a depression going on, who knows, Christmas might not have been a special occassion. The only Christmas memories that he had was after the family moved to Michigan then Ohio in the late 30's. Max remembered one Christmas when his Grandpa and Grandma Pence (his Mother's parents) drove all the way from Trenton, Missouri to spend Christmas with them. He remembered that his Grandma had made a special date/pecan roll and he thought that was about the greatest treat ever. <P> His other memory about Christmas was when he was in the second grade and he was to be Santa Claus in the Christmas Program. As the teachers were helping him into his Santa Suit, they noticed that he was wearing long underware and told him that he should remove it as it could make him too warm under the heavy Santa Suit. Well, they discovered a fiesty Santa on their hands when he refused to strip down. The show did go on with Santa in his Santa Suit and all of his clothes. I often think about the consequences today if a teacher demanded that a student strip down."

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 5) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html *Lots of Pictures on the site! Christmas 1984-1991 Christmas 1984 was just one of just 'being there'. In October, we had separated for a while, but had managed to just get back together before Christmas. Christmas Day that year, we set record lows - getting close to minus 40 and I'm not an outdoors person to begin with, especially in the winter. My husband's brother came up from Toronto that year on the bus and after being here for only 3-4 hours, he said Sudbury was too cold, and got on the bus back home. Had decided that 1985 was going to be different, no matter what it took. I was finally going to do something for myself. Enough of this shambles, even though I had lost a baby, Daddy, Marian, Granny and Auntie were now gone, all dying within 3 weeks of a Christmas, I was still alive. By spring, I was back in school, getting counselling, losing weight, and fixing myself up. September came, and we both went our own way. When Christmas came in 1985, I was a single mother with 2 children, age 4 and 11. At this time, I had gone back to school and was taking a commercial refresher course at a local technical college, which was about half a mile from where I lived at the time. I really didn't know what I was going to do for the children as my life was changing so rapidly. I had been separated for 3 months and even my ex had recently lost his own mother and was in New Brunswick. Catholic Charities brought us over this huge food basket filled with some small toys, but it also had a $100 check in it. Also, we had joined the Foresters before the separation, and they picked the children and me up and took us to this Christmas party and again the children got small gifts. But our neighbours and friends across the street came over with a whole box full of presents - that were totally unexpected. In it was the present that my 4 year had wished for - a stuffed dog called Wrinkles. This dog went with him just about everywhere for over a year. The next Christmas (1986) would be a totally different one. I had met my present-husband 2 months prior. Allan pretended to be Santa Claus for Philip who was now 5 1/2. Then Christmas Day was a real 'family affair' as he picked us all up and took us to his parents for Christmas Day. It was my first real family Christmas that I had in years and one of the best that I can remember. On the way back, we were all singing Christmas carols in the car.

ONE SAD CHRISTMAS by Sam Jobe (s/o Johnnie Lilburn Jobe, gs/o John Buford Jobe, gt gs/o A. Pinkney Jobe, 2nd gt gs/o John Jobe) *Sam is in one of my Job(e) Twigs Files http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_twigs_sam.html My sad Christmas Christmas, 1944, I was in basic Army training in Camp Robinson, Arkansas. I had a long week-end pass and a train ticket to Antlers, Okla. where I was born & raised. I had a grandmother, uncle & aunt and cousins---plus many friends there. My parents were still in California, so I wouldn't get to visit them. I was an 18 year old draftee. As I waited at the train station, I was toild that a train had derailed back up the line. The train I was looking for was about an hour late---but because they had taken on extra passengers from the "other train", this train was FULL and they wouldn't take on any extra people---they wouldn't take "standing" passengers. The next time I could possible catch a train was many hours later. I had to return to camp and spend Christmas there. The enclosed photo was made back in camp. (the other photo is of my wife, Ruth, a few years before she passed away The next Christmas was spent in Switzerland, in the alps, skating, skiing and a beautiful snowfall and wonderful snow ball fight with the company of local folks. In 1967 I joined a wonderful Christian family for Chrismas eve.--IN DANANG, VIETNAM. Now, I have 2 daughters, 7 grand-children and 17 great-grand-children to enjoy Christmas with----------but my wife, Ruth, has been gone since Valentine's day, 2000-------after 53+ years of good marriage, so Christmas is a mixed bag of emotions. God is good. Sam Jobe,.

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 4) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html CHRISTMAS 1977-1983 On November 30, 1977, I got a phone call around 8 that would change my life. My sister had been shot. An hour and a half later, the phone rang again, Marian was dead and her husband (2nd one and he is now deceased himself) was facing a charge of murder, later acquitted due to lack of evidence. On December 2nd, using all our savings, Chantale and I got on a plane for Texas. Know Daddy bought my daughter a play doctor's kit that year and Granny came over from the nursing home, 3 blocks away. Returning to Canada on December 23rd was one of the hardest decisions of my life. I had already changed the return flight once and Clarence had already went once to Toronto to pick us up and we didn't arrive. To save money, I had decided to take the train, my 1st and last trip, on to Sudbury from Toronto. Today (2004), it takes just under 4 hours, but this was Christmas 1977. We had had a snow storm and it took us over 8 hours. Arriving in Sudbury, near the tracks, I saw the biggest Christmas tree, all lit up. For years I used to try and find that tree, finally locating it about 3 years later, Like the years before, I had done my Christmas shopping for Chantale in September. However, nothing could take the place of the doll she had gotten the year earlier. But then I got the shock of my life as my daughter later named that doll , Auntie Marian, and for the next several months, she and that doll would relive the April before and that awful December. Christmas 1978 just brought back memories of the year before and just before Christmas 1979, I had a miscarriage on the same day that I had heard that Marian had died 2 years earlier. . This was to 'haunt' me for years to come. Then in early January 1980, Auntie, who you heard so much about in my earlier letters was involved in a car accident and after several days in a coma she died. Then early the next January 1981, my father died and 2 months later Granny, my mother's mother died. I did make Daddy's funeral, but it took every cent that we had. Plus I was 4 1/2 months pregnant. Also during this time Clarence was off work for over 2 years as there was a real mining slump in this area. The other mining company had been on strike for 9 months and then they also had a month's layoff. It was the entire town that was being affected. December and January from 1977 to about 1985 became a time that I didn't want to come and one that I despised. I became a 'hermit' and I have to admit now became a person that no one would want to live with. Know that there was one year that everyone wanted a Cabbage Patch Doll and Chantale was no different. I just didn't know how I was going to get one as there were shortages and they would disappear as soon as they hit the shelves. Then I heard of a large shipment coming in, but would be first come first serve, so I waited in a long line before the store opened and it was COLD - remember this is Canada! The things we will do for our children, but it got my out of the house. My son would be born in 1981, and he was a real handful, but he kept me going.

This is by my second cousin who is not online at this time but will be after the first of the year. The high chair that she speaks of has been in our family for almost 100 years and I just gave to her last month. Freida Wells Christmas Memories - d/o Clarence Dean Forbes and Ruth McCullough, gd/o Alma Gail Puckett and Ralph Kenneth Forbes, gt gd/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarence Puckett and gg gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers. My Memorable Christmas by Paula (Forbes) Swartsfager December 9, 2004 I remember one year, (1970�s) not sure exactly but Terry (her brother) came home on leave from the Marines. Mother knew he was coming and said that the tree wouldn�t go up until he came home. We waited for days, or should I say, I waited! Finally Christmas Eve he gets home. We went to the YWCA or YMCA down the road anyway. Well they didn�t have too many left. This is Christmas Eve mind you, so there isn�t to many so called good ones left. We looked at all of then and decided on �Charlie Brown�. It was so sad looking and small, you knew no one would buy it. But I wanted it, I thought it was the most beautiful tree in the world. I had Terry home from the Marines, and Santa was good to me. Another was my daughter Hanna wanted a cabbage patch doll. She was very specific about it too. It had to have Blonde hair (curly) blue eyes, and the most difficult of all was, it had to have her name in the dolls name. Her first name mind you would have been easier, beings its Ann. I looked at every store I could find, finally at all places Service Merchandise had one named Fayette Hannah and she had curly blonde hair and blue eyes. What a pain that was, but to see the look on her face Christmas morning was so very well worth it I have that doll today, sitting on my Grandma Forbes and my Auntie Mary�s high chair. It�s great. I hope everyone has a Healthy and Happy Holiday.

awww.......loved it, Randy! Hmmm, never thought about listing which #son or daughter it is down a line--going to have to figure a few out. :o) Patti 1960's - My Grandparent's Christmas Visits by Randy Jobe 1st son of Lawrence Dean, only son James Martin "Buddie", 1st son of Samuel E., 6th son of Amon, 1st son of Zachariah, 2nd son of Samuel, 2nd son of Jacob, 2nd son of Caleb, 7th son of Andrew, 1st son of Andrew Job http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_amon.html When my grandparents, James Martin "Buddie" and Myrtle Crawford Jobe, would visit for Christmas it was always a more festive occasion. Every Christmas Eve they were there, My grandfather would take off his socks and hang them by the fireplace with our store-bought stockings. He would always say that Santa Claus was going to fill his sock with his favorite Kentucky twist of tobacco. Whether he was chewing it or not, he always smelled of a chaw and hard-work sweat. On Christmas morning he would take down that yellowed sock and show us what Santa brought. It would always have hunks of coal or old newspapers in it. Everyone would laugh. Being a boy of 5 or 6, I would always cry because Santa was so mean to him. I wish I could put pictures of my children in that sock today.

Greetings cousins, thought i share this with you regards Warren Job Australia ( and still working on my Xmas story...) > > First Corinthians 13, Christmas Version > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > > > > > If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of > > twinkling > > lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just > > another decorator. > > > > If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, > > preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at > > mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook. > > > > If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all > > that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits > > me nothing. > > > > If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, > > attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata > > but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point. > > > > Love stops the cooking to hug the child. > > > > Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband. > > > > Love is kind, though harried and tired. > > > > Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china > > and table linens. > > > > Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful > > they are there to be in the way. > > > > Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return but > > rejoices in giving to those who can't. > > > > Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures > > all things. > > > > Love never fails. > > > > Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will > > rust. > > > > But giving the gift of love will endure. > > > > Merry Christmas! > > > > > > > > Author Unknown > > > > > > ==== GenHumor Mailing List ==== > > Support free online research! Donate to the RootsWeb Genealogical Project! > See more information at: http://www.rootsweb.com > > ANY QUESTIONS about GenHumor-L ?? Check the guidelines: > > http://lest-we-forget.com/The_Outhouse/genhumor-l.htm > > Visit THE OUTHOUSE - The Genealogy Humor Site > > http://lest-we-forget.com/The_Outhouse/ > > > > > > __________ NOD32 1.946 (20041213) Information __________ > > > > This message was checked by NOD32 antivirus system. > > http://www.nod32.com > > > > > > > ==== CORNISH Mailing List ==== > Cornwall's OPC List > http://west-penwith.org.uk/opc.htm > > >

While working on Sam's Christmas letter (to be posted tomorrow), I did a bit more searching. I have Sam's family listed on my Job(e) Twigs site at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe1a.html#Miscellaneous with the gedcom at http://worldconnect.genealogy.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?db=ajobebrown1b Remember Job(e) Twigs are several miscellanous files - that I DO BELIEVE descend from Andrew Job, Sr., and probably Andrew Job Jr.. - but at this time, I don't have enough evidence to actually merge them with the file. I believe Sam's line goes back to John Job(e) who appears on the 1830 and 1840 Hickman Co., KY. We do know for sure that his ancestor is A. Pinkney Jobe born about 1830 Kentucky and died about 1865. We also know that his father's name was John. We know for A. Pinkney "A. P." Jobe waas m/1 to a unknown about 1851 probably in Missouri and m/2 Lucy Jane (Fulcher) Nanny - the widow of John Nanny. Lucy Jane Fulcher and John Nanny were married Sept 9, 1838 in Calloway Co., KY and they had at least 6 children. I just found this family on the: ------- 1850 -Henry Co., TN, District 6, #93-93 John NANNY 46 M farmer TN Lucy 39 F NC Albert 20 M farmer TN John 12 M TN Philip 7 M TN George 2 M TN Emily 6/12 F TN -------- *So far I have not been able to find A. Pinkney Jobe on the 1850 census. We do have this for them in 1860 ----------- 1860 -Marshall Co., KY, Olive, page 72, #583-482 A. P. JOBE 30 m blacksmith $300 KY L. J. 38 f housewife VA Ph. H. NANNY 16 m farmer KY G. A. B. NANNY 14 m KY J. A. NANNY 9 f TN S. A. NANNY 5 f KY M. M. JOBE 5 m MO D. RAMSEY 18 f KY #584-483 J. WETHERS 38 m farmer $100 NC L. A. WETHERS 19? f housewife KY L. H. JOBE 7 F MO S. A. WETHERS 4/12. f KY ------------ *Does anyone know anything about this Wethers? These 2 families were next door to each other. I'm pretty certain that M. M. and L. H. Jobe are children of A. P. Jobe from his 1st marriage. *For the widow I just found these ----------- 1870 -Livingston Co., KY, Diershill, #233-249 Phillip NANNIE 27 m w farm laborer AL Sarah 21 f w keeping house KY Sarah JOBE 50 f w domestic servant AL John JOBE 5 f w KY *Not sure why Lucy Jane (Fulcher) Nanny Jobe, age 50 here, got listed as Sarah, but it is definitely Sarah, when you look it up. It could have been a mistake by the enumerator. Phillip Nanny was married to Sarah Roberts. ----------------- 1880 -Iron Co., MO, Arcadia, page 547C Lucy Jane JOBE Self W Femal W 58 VA Keeping House VA VA John Buford JOBE Son S Male W 15 KY Laborer MO VA ------------ 1900 -Chickasaw, Indian Territory John JOBE 35 Nancy J 29 Saphrona A 10 Buford J. 5 James H. 3 Saphrona A. PRESLEY 45 sister *Actually Saphrona was a half sister. and is the S. A. Nanny, age 5, on the 1860 Marshall Co., KY. ----------- *Also this A. Pinkney may be a Fulcher name as Philip H. Nanny (half-brother) named a son, Albert Pinkney Nanny born 1882. Would love to hear from anyone who knows more about this family or can find A. P. Jobe on the 1850 census. Also the Wethers family that is listed on the 1860 census and what happened to M. M. Jobe (male) (age 5 born MO and L. H. Jobe (female) (abe 7 born MO) on the 1860 Marshall Co., KY census. Ann (Jobe) Brown [email protected]

1960's - My Grandparent's Christmas Visits by Randy Jobe 1st son of Lawrence Dean, only son James Martin "Buddie", 1st son of Samuel E., 6th son of Amon, 1st son of Zachariah, 2nd son of Samuel, 2nd son of Jacob, 2nd son of Caleb, 7th son of Andrew, 1st son of Andrew Job http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_amon.html When my grandparents, James Martin "Buddie" and Myrtle Crawford Jobe, would visit for Christmas it was always a more festive occasion. Every Christmas Eve they were there, My grandfather would take off his socks and hang them by the fireplace with our store-bought stockings. He would always say that Santa Claus was going to fill his sock with his favorite Kentucky twist of tobacco. Whether he was chewing it or not, he always smelled of a chaw and hard-work sweat. On Christmas morning he would take down that yellowed sock and show us what Santa brought. It would always have hunks of coal or old newspapers in it. Everyone would laugh. Being a boy of 5 or 6, I would always cry because Santa was so mean to him. I wish I could put pictures of my children in that sock today.

Special Christmas in Oklahoma by Robert Dale Jobe as told to Patti Jobe --s/o Louis Preston Jobe, gs/o Oma Louis Jobe, gt gs/o Jesse Logan Jobe, 2nd gt gs/o Abraham S. Jobe, 3rd gt gs/o Logan Jobe, 4th gt gs/o Elisha Jobe, 5th gt gs/o Enoch Job(e) Jr., 6th gt gs/o Enoch Job Sr., 7th gt gs/o Joshua Job http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_holman.html "When I was 6 (almost 7) my brother David (age 8) and I got full football uniforms for Christmas, including helmet and pads. Other kids in the neighborhood had them, too, so we really had a great time playing football. We were so excited to get them that we went to Mamaw and Papaw Jobe's to show them--we stayed the night (they lived close by). Papaw and Mamaw (Oma and Florence Jobe) had twin beds. David and I slept with Papaw, with our uniforms on--helmets and all!--in that twin bed. Papaw wasn't a big man, but still--one man and two kids in full football gear, that's a lot for one bed!

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 3) http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html CHRISTMAS - 1972-1976 I had married in August 1972 and moved to Canada. Clarence worked for Fisher Construction and every Christmas he would get laid off until spring. Now a landed immigrant, we got in the car and headed to Texas, arriving Christmas Eve in the middle of an ice storm. Hadn't been in the house more than an hour when the phone rang. My sister and her husband were having a real fight. So we all jumped in our car and headed to Sherman. The Texans just assumed that we knew had to drive in this weather. I was the only one who actually had winter boots (never had them before) and it did seem strange to be in Texas and actually wearing them on Christmas Eve. For once I was prepared, even had on a real winter coat and toque. Believe them just seeing us (as they were not at our wedding in August), sort of calmed them down. Though I didn't know, this would be our last Christmas together. Christmas 1973, again the layoff, and I was pregnant, due February 10th, so we headed for New Brunswick, about 20 hours of straight driving. This was before the bypass was built around Montreal. This was a totally different Christmas than I've ever seen. We went to a midnight mass - total French. I knew no French at all and still don't. My in-laws were poor, always thought we were poor, but not compared to them. Of the original 22 children in his family, only 2 were still at home. My mother-in-law knew no English and she was liberate. My father-in-law knew only broken English and he was confined to a wheel chair. About the only thing I remember him saying is 'Eat,, Eat". So since I had no one to talk to, nothing to read in English, no shows to watch in English, I just 'Ate,, Ate'. After Christmas, I had convinced Clarence that we couldn't go on with getting laid off 3 months every year.. During this time, he applied everyday at the mines and was hired at the smelter the first week of January, just days before Chantale was born. She arrived three weeks early, weighing only 4 pounds 12 ounces. On February 6th, at 3 weeks she came home. the day she came home. A few hours later, Mommy and Daddy surprised us a visit and Daddy said for once he had seen enough snow. They also brought my typewriter and for about two years, I resumed my genealogy. Christmas in 1974, 1975 and 1976, centered around my young daughter and I loved 'playing Santa'. Christmas 1976, I bought Chantale a Baby Love You Walk Doll. She really loved that doll and it had blond hair just like her. It was as tall as she was and you would squeeze her hands and the doll's legs would move. Visiting Texas in the spring, she took this doll with her. For many years to come, there would be no more smiling at Christmas.

I wrote to my JOBE cousins and ask that they send me a story for our Christmas Memories, I got this one from Linda. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_copple_myers.html (d/o Mavis Hutton and Everett Powers, gd/o Eleanor Copple and Bob Hutton, gt gd/o William Copple and Almira Heaviland and gg gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and John A Copple Sr.) Christmas in ArizonaBy Linda (Powers) Beason, December 2004 The Christmas I am going to tell you about happened sixty years ago. I find that fact alone hard to believe that I could remember a Christmas that happened that long ago. Could I get getting old? This Christmas may have been memorable to me because it was so different from any other Christmas in my memory. Christmas of 1944 I was almost 6 years old and my little brother, Bobby, was almost 5 years old. It was during WW II and our father was working in a defense plant in Phoenix, Arizona. He had a serious leg injury as a child and because of this he was not drafted into the army. He was, however, able to work on security and defense plant jobs. So here we were, living in a small apartment in a big city, a far cry from the small Kansas town of Sedan. Our mother said it didn�t seem much like Christmas with the warm, sunny days and palm trees everywhere. At night we covered our windows and when the sirens went off we turned out every light. They called this a �black out.� It was as dark as pitch in the room where we all four slept. In my cot at the foot of my parents� bed I was absolutely terrified. Daddy would whistle tunes, popular songs of the day and Christmas songs. I would try and guess the songs, like in �Name that Tune�. I am still good at this game. This made a fun time out of a frightening event. We had a car, but because of shortages of gasoline and tires, we didn�t drive much. We walked to the grocery store often. As we walked we passed a small jewelry store. We gazed at the window displays and Daddy asked Mother what she liked best in the window. She had her eye on a brush, comb and mirror, a �dresser set� it was called. I remember of wishing she could have it, probably so I could enjoy it as well. One day, a few year before Christmas, Daddy was taking care of us while Mother was out. He brought out a large box from the jewelry store and it was the lovely dresser set. The brush was especially nice with a mirrored back; a lovely comb and two-sided mirror completed the set. All were encrusted with what I thought then were diamonds. We were amazed to have this beautiful set on our own house. Daddy had the idea to repack the set in a smaller box so Mother would never guess what it was. He cut the box down, wrapped it all back up in Christmas wrapping and swore both Bobby and I to secrecy. When Mother came home the first words out of Bobby�s mouth were �I�m no telling you what it is, but the brush has a mirror on the back.� Now there was no secret, but Mother and Daddy laughed and laughed. From that time, whenever someone in the family would give up a secret someone else would say, �The brush has a mirror on the back.� Time passed, things changed. My mother and father were divorced. Mother, Bobby and I moved back to Sedan, Kansas; our father stayed in Arizona. I still remember that last Christmas we were together and all the laughter over the �hint� Bobby gave Mother about her Christmas give. Merry Christmas! Linda Powers Beason

Sure enjoying reading all these!!! Patti When I began this I had not thought of past Christmas' for a very long time. We do not have any pictures of any Christmas of me as a child growing up after my mother remarried, only from when I was 2 and 3 years old before my parents divorced and I do not remember them at all. This really brought back memories for me and it was a good feeling this year to think of these things. Christmas Memories - d/o Mary Alice Puckett and Richard Warren Null, gd/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarence Puckett, gt gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers, gg gd/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher

Christmas Memories in Sperry, Oklahoma by Louis Preston Jobe --------Patti's father-in-law --------s/o Oma Louis Jobe, gs/o Jesse Logan Jobe, gt gs/o Abraham S. Jobe, 2nd gt gs/o Logan Jobe, 3rd gt gs/o Enoch Job Jr, 4th gt gs/o Enoch Job Sr., 5th gt gs/o Joshua Job and Margaret MacKay http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_holman.html "All Christmases were special for kids, of course! I remember one Christmas, 1933, when I was heartbroken that I didn't get a store-bought gift in my stocking. It was in the middle of the depression then. All I got was some homemade peanut brittle that Mom made. We had no money for gifts. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized how bad my parents felt that year when they couldn't get a gift from the store. When I was 3 1/2 years old, I clearly remember that my Granny gave me a wooden monkey on a string--you pulled the strings and the monkey would 'dance'. My parents gave me a little drum. I was playing the drum in the bedroom and my mom noticed after awhile that it had gotten very quiet. She was naturally curious so she came to see what I was doing. I had taken scissors and cut the top of the drum off because I wanted to know where the sound was coming from! We always had a tree, Dad would cut down a cedar. My brother and I would pick up discarded cigarette packages around town and on the roads, all thru the year--Camels, Chesterfields, Wings--just to get the shiny tin foil from the package. We would smooth out that tin foil and cut and make tinsel for the tree. We made popcorn garlands and construction paper chains. I can remember staying awake all nite trying to catch Santa, but never did. We'd rush in to see what was under the tree and in our stockings in the morning. After we would open our presents, we would go visit our neighbors and relatives to see what they got. You'd knock on the door and when they opened it, you tried to yell 'Christmas Gift!' before they did! I don't know how that custom got started but people were still doing that even after we got married in 1948."