My Own Christmas Memories (Part 2) by Ann (Jobe) Brown http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html CHRISTMAS - 1963-1971 Christmas 1963 would be my first Christmas after our move to Grand Prairie from Fort Worth. We were living in an apartment only a block from Granny's. Daddy was in the Veteran's hospital and had been for some time. His years of abuse to his body had finally caught up with him. Mommy was still working at the telephone office in Fort Worth so would take the Texas Motor Coach which ran between Fort Worth and Dallas on old Highway 80 to go to work every day. Actually during this time we saw very little of her. My life cantered around my grandmother as we had spent 3 months with her in the summer. Before Daddy went into the hospital, my parents had separated again - I really did not know if they would get back together or not. Do remember that Christmas that I received a package in mail and it was from Daddy. He had sent my sister and I some things for Christmas that he had made at the hospital. Spring 1964, he got out of the hospital and they managed to get back together and bought a house about 2 miles from my grandmother on the opposite side of Grand Prairie. But it was still close enough that we could walk to Granny's or ride our bikes. The next 2 years, we attended church, even baptized as a family, and family life actually improved. But it was very short-lived. Christmas 1967, we found out that my sister, barely 15, was pregnant. A rapid marriage followed with a miscarriage the next month, then pregnant again the month after and Christmas 1968, she lost a baby that we had to bury. Also Daddy had resumed his drinking and Mommy had to take a disability pension from the telephone company. Very few good memories during this time that I can actually remember. One was as a teenager, getting in the car and going to see all the Christmas lights in Arlington. There was one area that would really be lit of every year. I also remember when I finally talked Daddy into allowing us to get a white-flocked Christmas tree. In Texas, I was always dreaming of snow on Christmas and as most Texans know, this rarely happened. And to think that today, I actually get tired of seeing all of this snow and couldn't care less if we have snow or not on Christmas Day. Auntie and Lois would come over (usually the Sunday before Christmas Day) when we would have our Christmas. Daddy did the cooking and would have 2 big chickens in roast pan with lots of stuffing, and it had lots of sage and poultry seasoning. And I would make the fruit salad - bananas, apples, oranges, and then started adding coconut and maraschino cherries. I Would also make home-made Coconut and chocolate pie and brownies. Boy was it good! Christmas 1971 would be the last Christmas that I would live at home. It was also the time that I decided that somehow I was going to leave this area! I'll never forget that New Years Day, but it changed my life. My sister was in the hospital, with schizophrenia. She had really got mixed up with some 'wrong people'. It was New Years Day that I found out that all was not as it seemed. She and my boy friend had lied to me constantly. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This one Christmas and New Years led to me coming to Canada! This was also the last year that Grandma Jobe would be with us. This Christmas, she was 96 years old and she would live 7 more months. In the picture, below, she and Aunt Annie were sitting on the swing which they had on their front porch. I spent many of a time rocking in that swing with Grandma and watching her spit out her snuff into a can.

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 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_copple_myers.html Christmas Through The Years (see photos) by Freida M. (Null) Wells December 8, 2004 I have several fond memories from Christmas� past. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was 4 years old and we moved first to Wichita, Kansas and then finally back to Sedan, Kansas where my grandparents lived and where my Mother grew up. In 1957 (before she remarried) she had bought me a doll for Christmas. She looked like a Barbie but cost much less. My mother was a nurse most of her adult life and she worked the 11 pm to 7 pm shift this particular year. Well she handmade all the clothes for my doll. I have a photo that one of the other nurses took of her working on them. I don�t remember what I named her, but I still have her and the clothes that Mom made. In facts I have all my dolls from when I was a child. After my Mom remarried money was tight and she would have my step-brother and I look through the Sears catalog and pick out three things that we liked and she would always try and get at least one of them. She always made my clothes and I always got something handmade from her. It was usually something I had found in the catalog that I really like and would keep me in style with all the girls at school. I was always into fashion and still am. Purses and shoes are my weakness. The next one I remember is when Robert �Robi� my son was little. We were living in Arkansas City, Kansas. Well this particular year he wanted a bicycle like all little boys, so we got one and Leon stayed up most of the night putting it together (this is when they came in a box) and then took it to the garage out back of our place to hide it. It just so happens that we got up before he did so Leon got the bicycle and brought it into the house and placed it by the tree and when Robi got up you should have seen his face! I have a wonderful photo of him with his first bike. It is a priceless picture of a 6 year old boy! A couple of years later we moved to the country and I loved living in the country. Wide open spaces, clean air and it is quiet. Leon drove for Groendyke Transport and hauled crude oil. This particular year I wanted to put up a cedar tree. So Leon started watching around the different fields and he would spot one out and watch it all thru the summer and fall and if it was still in good shape we would all get in the pickup and go out and he and Robi would cut the tree and we would take it back and Robi and I would decorate it. Those were fun times and I really miss them. The next Christmas was the first one we had with the family after moving to New Mexico in 1984. Now this is the year that got me started on genealogy. We had visited some good friends in our home town of Sedan, Kansas and he got his family history out and we were taking about families and when they arrived in the area. After we returned home I began to get interested and as the saying goes �The Rest is History� I finally found my calling in life and have enjoyed every minute it! Now that Robi is grown and we have no grandkids around close Christmas does not have the meaning it once did. Guess that is a sign that I am getting older. The greatest present that I have ever received was this year, and that is the story that my mother wrote and gave me about Past Christmas' in our Puckett family. I will cherish it for as long as I live and it will certainly be passed on to my son who I hope will treasure it as much as I do now. I have done a �Christmas Past� family newsletter this year and ask all my cousins to send me their favorite Christmas story and so I hope a new tradition has been started and will keep going. Merry Christmas to you and God Bless all of us!

*Resending as link didn't work and text got all mixed up! My Own Christmas Memories (Part 1) by Ann (Jobe) Brown ---d/o Earl Frederick Jobe, gd/o Jesse William Jobe, gt gd/o Caleb Jobe, gt gt gd/o Jesse Jobe, 3rd gt gd/o Eli B. Job(e), 4th gt gd/o Isaac Job(e), 5th gt gd/o Samuel Job and Dorcas MacKay, 6th gt gd/o Caleb Job and Barbary ?, 7th gt gd/o Andrew Job Jr and Elizabeth Vernon http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.html AS CHILD IN NORTH FORT WORTH Christmas as a child, living in North Fort Worth by the stockyards, was one of excitement and anticipation. Though there were a few good memories, as a child, I was too young to know much of what was really going on. There was always fighting, daddy taking off and it was a tradition that sometime between Christmas and New Years he would end up in jail for some drinking offence. Many times we would be dragged hand in tow to look for him on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to the many bars along Main Street. We just prayed that somehow it would be after Christmas Day, which most of the time it would be. Being a long distance telephone operator, Mommy worked every Christmas Day - this was a known fact. Daddy, if home, would take us girls and pick up Auntie and we would head to Weatherford to Grandma Jobes. Daddy was the youngest of 9 children with a sister and brother who already had children as old as my mother. So at Grandmas it was always a surprise at who would show up. And remember Daddy would forever be 'Little Earl' to them, the baby who was 2 months old when his father died in the flu epidemic of 1919. One of the things that I looked forward to every Christmas was visiting Santa at the huge toyland at Leonard's Department store in downtown Fort Worth, Every year it would be changed a bit. One year there were rotating dolls around the walls and another year a big train encircling it. (see pictures) One year, must have been 6 or 7, and it was Christmas Eve and a beautiful day with the sun shining. We had gone out for a walk and over to Wilsons to get some ice cream. Daddy had returned home and then Mommy decided we needed to go home and get a sweater before venturing on. When I walked in the house, the front room was like a toyland as all the presents were under the tree, not wrapped and put together, I thought the toyland had been brought home. I distinctly remember a little pink toy washing machine and a big baby doll. When I was 7 or 8, was the year that Mommy forgot where she 'hid the presents' and asked me to get something out of the bureau. When I opened it, I was in total awe of the sight - Christmas presents filled to the top.This was also one of the years that Daddy got 'caught' before Christmas Eve,so really didn't think we would have much of a Christmas. Know this was the last year that I believed in Santa Claus. When I was 10 or 11, when Daddy was 'away', and things were really tough,I'll never forget Uncle Earl, my mother's brother, coming and taking us to Buddies (now Winn Dixie) to buy us a Christmas Tree. Believe he paid $3.00for that tree, but is one I'll remember always.

My Own Christmas Memories (Part 1) by Ann (Jobe) Brown ---d/o Earl Frederick Jobe, gd/o Jesse William Jobe, gt gd/o Caleb Jobe, gt gt gd/o Jesse Jobe, 3rd gt gd/o Eli B. Job(e), 4th gt gd/o Isaac Job(e), 5th gt gd/o Samuel Job and Dorcas MacKay, 6th gt gd/o Caleb Job and Barbary ?, 7th gt gd/o Andrew Job Jr and Elizabeth Vernon http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_cale_j_brewer.htmlCHRISTMAS AS CHILD IN NORTH FORT WORTHChristmas as a child, living in North Fort Worth by the stockyards, was oneof excitement and anticipation. Though there were a few good memories, as achild, I was too young to know much of what was really going on. There wasalways fighting, daddy taking off and it was a tradition that sometimebetween Christmas and New Years he would end up in jail for some drinkingoffence. Many times we would be dragged hand in tow to look for him onChristmas Eve and Christmas Day to the many bars along Main Street. We justprayed that somehow it would be after Christmas Day, which most of the timeit would be. Being a long distance telephone operator, Mommy worked everyChristmas Day - this was a known fact. Daddy, if home, would take us girlsand pick up Auntie and we would head to Weatherford to Grandma Jobes. Daddywas the youngest of 9 children with a sister and! brother who already hadchildren as old as my mother. So at Grandmas it was always a surprise atwho would show up. And remember Daddy would forever be 'Little Earl' tothem, the baby who was 2 months old when his father died in the flu epidemicof 1919.One of the things that I looked forward to every Christmas was visitingSanta at the huge toyland at Leonard's Department store in downtown FortWorth, Every year it would be changed a bit. One year there were rotatingdolls around the walls and another year a big train encircling it.One year, must have been 6 or 7, and it was Christmas Eve and a beautifulday with the sun shining. We had gone out for a walk and over to Wilsons toget some ice cream. Daddy had returned home and then Mommy decided weneeded to go home and get a sweater before venturing on. When I walked inthe house, the front room was like a toyland as all the presents were underthe tree, not wrapped and put together, I thought the toyland had beenbrought hom! e. I distinctly remember a little pink toy washing machine and abig b aby doll.When I was 7 or 8, was the year that Mommy forgot where she 'hid thepresents' and asked me to get something out of the bureau. When I openedit, I was in total awe of the sight - Christmas presents filled to the top.This was also one of the years that Daddy got 'caught' before Christmas Eve,so really didn't think we would have much of a Christmas. Know this was thelast year that I believed in Santa Claus.When I was 10 or 11, when Daddy was 'away', and things were really tough,I'll never forget Uncle Earl, my mother's brother, coming and taking us toBuddies (now Winn Dixie) to buy us a Christmas Tree. Believe he paid $3.00for that tree, but is one I'll remember always.

We will begin posting the Christmas letters shortly. Mine will be in several parts. Be sure and check out the link that is posted with them. I went to a lot of work to make a new background and graphics for these pages. Also, some will have pictures, which appear on the links with the stories. Mine will be in 6 parts (posted over 6 days), Freida has one by her mother, one she did herself and 2 sent in by her Jobe/Copple cousins. We also have one by Preston Jobe (Patti's father-in-law), one by Randy Jobe, one by Stan Jobe, one by Margaret Jobe, and one by Sam Jobe. There is still time, when you see these, to get yours sent to me at [email protected] and to get it posted by Christmas. And we do hope to hear from each and everyone one of you with 'some type of Christmas message' over the holidays - even if not a story to post. So Stay Tuned! >grin< Ann (Jobe) brown

Happy Holidays! My Mother surprised me this year on Thanksgiving with 16 pages of stories of our family that she had written. She receives Reminisce magazine in the mail from a cousin and in 2002 she saw many Christmas stories that had been sent in to the magazine and she thought gee I could do that, so she began to write. The first story she wrote was of Xmas's past and when she was a child growing up. I hope you enjoy it. I am sorry but I have not photos of the family from these early days at Christmas time, wish I did! May Alice Puckett, d/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarnece Puckett, gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers, and gt gd/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_ch_copple_myers.html Xmas�s of the Puckett Family by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null, Hoskins November 14. 2002 I thought maybe I should write about the early Xmas�s of the Puckett family. (This is what I can remember) When I was 4 years old I received a Red Tricycle for Xmas. My dad (small as he was) Played Santa Claus at the Elgin, Ks. Methodist church that year. The Xmas that stands our in my memory more than the next 2 years we lived in Independence. I remember going to Sunday School at Episcopal church & waffle suppers at the Parish Hall, but don�t remember Xmas. When we moved to Sedan I remember Dad always got a Native Cedar tree that we decorated with odds & ends of lights & a few ornaments. Most of our decorations were made by stringing cranberries on string & Popcorn too. We made paper ornaments & our Star for the top of the tree was made from Card board, that we covered with tinfoil. We never threw away tinfoil. We Salvaged it from Cigarette packages & candy bars. Se we could have it to make decorations. Mom always made home made fudge, taffy (we pulled) & divinity (which didn�t always set up solid) we ate it with a spoon. Chestnuts we use to roast in the front of the old wood stove. When the steam built up in them they would pop open & out of stove onto the floor & we scrambled to get them to keep them from burning the rug. Xmas dinner was usually Home grown Roast chicken with Home made dressing. When Dad made dressing he would put onions, Giblets & sometimes sausage or chestnuts in it. He always used "Morton�s Sausage Seasoning" for the seasoning instead of sage. Mom usually just used onions, Giblets in Hers. We usually always had mince meat pie as that was our favorite. Different members of the family had favorite pie for dessert. So sometimes we had pumpkin pie too and Choc cake. We got clothes for Xmas which always made me happy cause I liked clothes. We usually got a game of some kind that we could share. We were happy with what we got and felt "rich" with our presents. Until we saw where other kids got bicycles & coaster wagons. But I couldn�t ride a bike anyway, legs too short & poor balance. I loved my roller skates. I loved skating & did so ever chance I got. All of us that could always spent Xmas at home with Mom & Dad. In afternoon sometimes we played cards or some game.

Sure am enjoying reading all these memories and stories! Merry Christmas xoxo Patti

Memory Lane - d/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarence Puckett, gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers and gt gd/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html Nadine Louise Puckett (see photo) by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null Hoskins February 5, 1988 Nadine use to sing a lot of solos at church and school. She once learned to sing �Silent Night, Holy Night� in German. She was left handed and they tried to teach her to use her right had. The folks bought a funny looking musical instrument called a �Ukelin�. You could pick it and play it with a bow. It was to help Nadine learn to use her right hand. She never did learn to use her right had and I don�t know whether she ever learned to play the Ukelin or not. I never saw her even try it. I use to play with it, pretended it was a ship. She had lots of problems in her life. She married at age 16 (Harold Thorn) and was a mother of a baby girl (Frances Jean) at 17, divorced by 18 and remarried (Lee Kocher) by 19 and became the mother of 3 more boys. She lived in Sedan and Wichita where her husband worked for Boeing. They later moved to Winfield, Kansas where she ran a restaurant at edge of Winfield, east side. When her husband died, her and 2 of her boys still ran the restaurant. She met and married John Baxter, sold the restaurant and moved to Milo, Missouri where she died of a heart attach still a young woman at the age of 47 years old. Freida Wells

Memory Lane - s/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarence Puckett, gs/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers and gt gs/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html Burgess Madison Puckett (see photo) by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null Hoskins February 5, 1988 Burgess went to work as a teenager when we first moved to Sedan. (1929) He worked at Harmon�s Drug Store about 12 years. He had a friend George Tole who worked at Fishes Drug Store across the street and they both loved to tap dance and got a routine together where they went different places to dance. I can remember one Jubilee they came out from behind their soda fountains and took off their aprons and appeared on the platform and danced for the people both wearing thru while �soda jerk� uniforms, both wet across their middles where they had gotten we washing soda glasses and ice cream dishes. It was a hot nite and both drug stores were doing a big business. The Jubilee was a pre �Fair� booster thing and they had contest, stage performances, street dance, etc. The street was roped off going north past the Huffman hotel to the intersection south of the court house. A good time was had by all. Burgess worked at swimming pool as a life guard, the old �El Sito� at the city lake. When he and wife Marjorie left Sedan they moved to Parsons Kansas where he was a guard at the ordinance plant during WW II. Later they moved to K. C. Kansas where he worked for the railroad. Then they moved to Wichita where he worked for Boeing where he died at the age of 45 years. Freida Wells

Memory Lane - d/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarance Puckett, gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers and gt gd/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null Hoskins February 5, 1988 Alma Gail (Puckett) Forbes (see photo) Alma Gail married Ralph Forbes during her senior year of school, so she did not graduate. He first son was born in Elgin in 1927. My folks moved to Independence where he (Dad) had a job in a grocery store. Gail and Ralph later followed us and lived with us at 1101 N 8th St. till he got a job working at the Mitchell City Park. Later he drove a bread truck for Mitchell Bakery and they lived on Sycamore Street about the 1100 block. By then my folks had moved to Sedan, Kansas to put in the �Wager Wall Paper and Paint Store.� Later Gail and Ralph moved to Sedan and Ralph worked in the oil fields, lived on farm and raised pigs and worked at Boeing in Wichita during WW II. They lived in Winfield, Kansas. Larry (their youngest son born in Sedan) attended grade school and C. D. (Clarence Dean) the oldest attended high school and worked as projection operator at the Zile Theatre. He joined the Navy at age 17 ( and didn�t finish high school, but later did thru G. E. D..) He was an aviation ordinance mate in aircraft carrier Antietam. He didn�t go to Guam till he was 18 in August of 1945. After the war they bought a farm south of Sedan and lived there till Ralph�s health forced them to sell and they moved to Casa Grande, Arizona for awhile. Ralph hated it there and they moved back here to live. Larry also joined the Navy and aboard an aircraft carrier after he graduated from high school in early 50�s. Larry played football, was in class play junior and senior year, worked delivering ice in summer time. Gail moved to Wichita and lived with C. D. and Ruth after Ralph died. Then she came back to Sedan and lived with Alfred and I for 2 - 3 years then went back to Wichita. She met and married William �Blue� Masters. They lived in McCook, Nebraska for awhile where Larry and his family lived. Later they moved back to Wichita. Gail loved to play bingo and her and Blue went to Bingo games all the time. She was playing bingo the nite she had her heart attack and died at age 71 years. Freida Wells

Memory Lane- s/o Mary Augusta Myers and Eddie Clarence Puckett, gs/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers and gt gs/o Edward Jobe and Isabelle Fincher. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null Hoskins February 5, 1988 Leroy Ward 'Bud' Puckett (see photo on link above) Leroy �Bud� worked for C. C. Houston at Elgin his last year of high school. After finishing high school he went to work for Continental Supply at Madison, Kansas. He traveled a lot for the company being transferred where they needed him. He was sent to Calgary, Alberta Canada where he met and married Agnes Helen Law. She said she thought he was a rich American because he dressed so well. (Homberg hats and camel hair top coat) He spent all his money on clothes. They were married in August of 1930. The Stock Market Crash� cause a depression and he was laid off. They came to Sedan and he worked with Dad and also got out and �Rode the Rails� looking for work. Came back to Sedan and got a job at the Chevrolet garage where he worked until Continental Supply called him back to work. The sent him to Elmwood, Kansas, Hutchinson, Kansas, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Cody, Wyoming, Odessa, Texas, and finally ended up in Dallas, Texas. He was company auditor (having gone to college classes while living in Wyoming.) They sent him (out of Dallas) to Alcan Hiway in Canada to open a new store. To New York on export and import for company. Later he was to go to South America for them. Bud liked photography and took a lot of photos. He even had his own development equipment and dark room when they lived in Dallas. A lot of the family photos we have today were taken and developed by him. When he retired he was planning on living where he could fish for trout and play golf. By now he and his wife were divorced (she said he was married to his job.) He died a few months after he retired at age 65, (he died in his sleep.) Freida Wells

MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 5) When we lived on the North Side, there was not a time that one could not find an animal or bird of some sort on the premises somewhere. At one time, we had 40 dogs pregnant dogs all at one time. I have had various breeds, ranging from chichualas, fox terriers, weimers, collies, German Shepherds, poodles, Pomerans, to Pekingese. I have also had a spider monkey, turtle, and several types of cats. Among the varieties or species of birds, I have had a parrot, mynah bird, ducks, chickens, sparrows, canaries, and finches. Once I even had a red bird which we caught ourselves in a trap which we built. I used to put all my pets on the front porch and play life I had my own pet shop. Used to get some weird looks from the motorists that would come by and see the strange sight that would their eyes would see. My fourth grade teacher was a Mrs. Furney. She was of French descend. She got out and did things with the students. There was no way that anyone could not like her. During elementary school, a friend, Gary, and I used to play cowboys and Indians on our bicycles. I used to always get mad because I had to always be the Indian. I wanted to be a 'good guy' sometime. Gary also had a parrot which I did not care for because he would always tell when I was coming. There was no way that you could surprise him, no matter how quiet that you would try to be. Linda, another friend of mine, would ride with us. We had our own little crowd. We used to have a 'strange way' of deciding what I wanted to play at a particular time. I would write down every game that I could possibly think of even though there were some that I knew that I definitely did not want to play. Then we would all vote on the game that we wanted to play. By the time that we had decided what we wanted to play, there was no longer time left to play the game. My favourite things to play was 'house'. I would always be the teenage sister. My friends during this timed were Cloie, Barbara and her sister, Patricia. We always likes to eat out in the yard or in the garage which we had made into a playhouse. We would all bring something and have our own 'little feast'. My fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Baker. From the beginning, she and I didn't really get along. She had her favourites and greatly showed her prejudices. She disliked everyone but her select few which all seemed to share a common interest in being an artist or extremely creative. However, this year was not a total loss. I tried out for the relay team which was mostly comprised of sixth graders. I was very thrilled when I made substitute. Really I did not think that I was all that good and did not think that I had any kind of a chance of making the team. The regular girl got sick and I was sort of scared when I was told that I had to run. Though we lost, it was really a great moment for me. I actually got to be in the team that represented my school. It really can give one great pride in oneself to know that they have really accomplished something. Not only was I representing myself but everyone in that school. Even though we did not win, we did our best and this made us all feel like we had really accomplished something. "Year of Change - Sixth Grade" (This was never written and my story ended right her)

Memory Lane - My Siblings by Mary Alice (Puckett) Null, Hoskins February 5, 1988 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html Laura Viola Puckett (see photo on link above)Laura 'Viola' worked as a telephone operator in Elgin, Kansas before she got married. She met and married Lee Howe of Hewins. They lived in Elgin, Hewins, and someplace in Missouri, coming back to Hewins when Kenneth Lee was small. The lived in Sedan awhile and then back to Hewins. Vi bought the franchise for the Telephone office at Hewins. She washed on board for her family and other people. It was �Hard Times� in the 1930�s Laura and Lee Howe 1941 Pioneer's Edition of the Sedan Times StarShe loved to go to dances on Saturday nite and did when she could. She was always busy, crocheting or embroidering-sewing etc. She was a very hard worker. After they moved to Kingsley Kansas in 1950 she worked at caf��s as a waitress. She still crocheted and sewed for other people. She died at age 73 years old.

wish I had kept a similar account when i was young so I'd remember specifics like this! Enjoyed reading it, Ann. :o) Patti MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 4)

MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 4) At the age of six in the autumn of 1958, I entered elementary school. This was really an experience for me as I had been looking for this day for a long time. The first school in which I was to attend was H. V. Helbing Elementary. The school was located on Crump Street, just three blocks from our house. My first grade teacher was Mrs. Jane Pool. She was really wonderful and knew just how to act with first graders who did not really know what was going on or what to expect next. <P> Each year the big event of my life would be the Fat Stock Show. One I got to meet Dale Robertson, the star of Wells Fargo. Each year they would have a rodeo and square dancing in the street at cowtown, North Fort Worth. Once, Mommy took us to see the rodeo. You were supposed to buy a badge or go to the 'play jail'. The jail did not look much like play to me and it really did frighten me as we did not have a badge. To get out of the jail, one would have to buy some toilet paper or some other similar item. Luckily, we did not get picked up. Was really glad I got to leave that place and get back home where I would be safe. <P> In the second grade, I had who I considered the best teacher ever. Mrs. Satterwhite was an elderly woman whom not many people liked. Guess this must have been one of the reasons why she appealed so much to me. She felt concerned about each and every one of her pupils just as if they were her own children. What I remember most about this year was the time that I pained the white rabbit. I made pink blossoms on the trees by using a sponge. The painting was really beautiful, especially when one considered that it was painted by a second grader. However, the picture was ruined when I used a large brush, instead of a small one, to paint the eyes and whiskers. I actually that that I had destroyed a piece of my life when this happened. I wanted so much to impress Mrs. Satterwhite, and then everything just backfired right in front of my eyes. <P> My third grade teacher was Mrs. Carter. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I wanted to look just like her. This year the class studied about early Fort Worth. During the year, I got to go on a bus tour of Fort Worth and got to visit the history museum. This was the year that first sparked my interest in history and of wanting to know more about my ancestors. I can even remember back then when I would be asking Mommy about my grandmothers and grandfathers. I really could not understand why she could not go back any further. So my questioning turned to Grandma Jobe and Granny. *Part 5, the final part of this series, will be continued on Friday.

just found another one on ebay The Pioneers of Massachusetts (1620-1650) assachusetts (1620-1650) "An alphabetically arranged list of approximately 5,000 settlers and their families, this work contains the names of all persons mentioned in the records of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts between 1620 and 1650 and in the various passenger lists for the period. Information given in the genealogical and biographical notices includes-where known-dates of arrival in America, occupations, estates, marriages, names and dates of birth of children, and abstracts of probated wills-embodying genealogical riches such as names, dates, heirs, family relationships, and places of residence and death." "...an excellent source for those serious researchers going as far back as the 1600s."--Western New York Genealogical Society Journal--March 1992).

1981 MAYFLOWER ANCESTRAL INDEX hi guys, just say on Ebay this book going at the moment it is us$6.00 and it it written by, Compilers Milton E. Terry, Ph. D. and Anne Borden Harding Editors Alden Gamaliel Beaman Velma H. Terry Willard Newell Woodward regards Warren

MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 4) When I was three, my grandfather, Ben Davis (my mother's father born 1902 and died 1956) had a stroke which left him paralysed. I can remember very little about him as he died in February 1956. He had a picture of Jesus which hanged over the bed. Actually in the picture, Jesus was overlooking a city, but to me (as a child) the city represented tombstones. I can remember saying that Jesus was looking over Grandpa's grave. As he was my grandfather, and the only one that I ever knew, even though it was for only a short period of time, Mommy took me to his funeral. The only thing I can remember about the funeral was that someone handed me a red flower. I have always been told that my grandfather though the world of me. I was his oldest grandchild and he only had two when he died. I spent most of my early life with him and Granny. Wish that I could have known him longer for I'm sure that we would have really had some good times together. When I was four, my uncle, Earl Spoon, (Earl was born 1897 and died 1963)was paralysed and confined to bed for 7 long years. This was my father's sister's husband. (husband of Annie Jobe, Daddy's sister that lived with Grandma Jobe). It was not a pleasant site to have to go over to Grandma's and see him just lie there all the time. I know how I used to hate having to go in there and talk to him all the time while the grownups stayed in the front room talking about everything. I used to feel like I was being punished. Uncle Earl was losing his mind slowly. He really did not know what he was saying or doing. I know at times he would scare me to death. I was really happy when I could leave that place. (Things changed after his death and I got older). At the age of five, we moved from South Fort Worth to North Fort Worth by the stock yards. This might now sound like much of a change, but to a child of five, it was just the same as if we had moved a hundred miles. I remember the night that we moved, there was a real storm and the winds were really getting up. That night the wallpaper blew off my wall and scared me half to death. I was beginning to think that house was haunted and was really overjoyed when I was able to get away from there. The day that we moved, it was really cold; and we were having such a time trying to get the gas turned on. We all snuggled up in a big chair with blankets wrapped all around us. Finally after it had been dark for several hours, the man came and turned on the gas. We sure were happy to see him. "School Days - Elementary School" (to be continued shortly)

Trust everyone is enjoying the stories that have been posted so far. Thanks to everyone who has sent in a Christmas story. Appreciate them all. There is still time to send in yours - send directly to me at [email protected] I've even taken time this week to write "My Own Christmas Memories" and as soon as I finish the one that I wrote when I was 15-16, I'll start the Christmas ones. Mine will be posted in 5-6 parts - probably starting on the weekend. At this time, I'll also be posting, on a rotating basis, the ones which which I have received. If you have a picture that goes with 'your story', those are most welcome and will be posted along with the story on the Memory Lane Page. So please, even though the story is posted to the list, be sure and check the actual Memory Lane Page link that we post with each letter. By the way, saw where foil was mentioned in one of the letters this morning. I've only posted 2 parts of Preston's letter to the list - so you'll have to wait a couple of more days for part 3 to be posted to know what Freida and Patti are talking about. >grin< Right now plans include me being away Thursday, so two parts of My First 11 Years will be posted today. Ann

Memory Lane - Mary Alice Puckett is the d/o Mary Augusta Myers & Eddie Clarence Puckett, gd/o Sarah Ann Jobe and Simpson Myers & gt gd/o Edward J. Jobe and Isabell Fincher http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_copple_myers.html Part 2 (see graduation photo on link above) 1940's After I graduated from high school and eventually went to work in Wichita I still came home on weekends every chance I got. We always raised some garden and in summer Mom canned everything she could. Dad built a big cabinet in the back bedroom that Mom called �The Peach Cubbard�. We bought 3 bushel of peaches every year. I sat and peeled peaches till my hands shriveled from being wet all the time and peach juice ran down my arms and dripped of my elbows. We canned chicken which we killed and plucked and cut up nite before. We usually did about 9 at a time. I got to the point after a chicken canning session I couldn�t stand the sight of a piece of fried chicken. Mom also made picklelilli, peach marmalade, jellies, strawberry preserves, chow chow and etc. She never had any luck canning peas or corn, it always �Went Bad� on her, and when anything �Went Bad� you could smell it every time you walked by the �Peach Cubbard� (chicken pew!) so Dad made racks out of old window screens and cheese cloth and dried corn and peas. One time he bought corn and made hominy, it turned out ok. One time he made sour kraut, it �Went Bad�. He used to make hot tamales, bar-b-cue sauce, etc. He used to make the bar-b-cue sauce they used during the county fair. He had a big lard can he sat on the stove on the porch. He poured gals of tomato sauce, packages of brown sugar, etc. The one ingredient that really made an impression me (a 12 year old) was a whole pound of butter. This was still �Hard Time Years� and whole pound of butter at once? Freida (Null) Wells d/o Mary Alice (Puckett) Null, Hoskins