Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I had toxic poisoning when carrying Jill. We didn't even know I was pregnant for 3 or 4 months. I could hardly walk to the bathroom, but I had a treat when it was all over - - - MY BABY!
I believe the Parkinson's which I have now is the most trying. Back aches, abdominal pains, lightheaded, weak, tremors in the legs that knot right up. Doctors can't seem to regulate the medication, but look at the bright side, one day closer to being with the Lord!!!
The year we left for PBTS I tried to can up as much as I could to help out. Gramps moved us a month ahead rather than pay rent in 2 places. He brought down a car full of vegetables from our garden each weekend and I canned them up.
One weekend, he borrowed his boss's truck because we hadn't had room for a set of springs with the original load. When he came, I said I'd like a bushel or two of peaches to can, so we went to a farm market. The prices were quite high so I was ready to settle for a bushel.
I think the salesman saw our truck. He said "how much do you want?" I said "2, but not at that price."
He said "come here" and showed us 11-1/2 bushels that the brown rot had gotten into. Brown rot decays fast and they would be totally rotten in 2 or 3 days. So I would have to work fast. He sold 11-1/2 bushes to us for $10. I took them. I canned and froze peaches up until about midnight, filled every jar I had, plus had to buy jars. We had PLENTY of peaches all winter and we love peaches.
My husband tops them all. Next, I would say Evangelist Dick Markel. He had a way of joking until he got everyone's attention then the next sentence would be deep in the Word.
Rev. Albert Whitehead and his wife was a terrific pianist. He married us.
My aim in grade school was to pass.
In high school, I realized I had a gift in mathematics and typing and was top in both classes. Don't ask me now though.
I took classes at Elohim Bible Institute in Castile, NY and also PBTS to be better prepared for the Lord's work, as a Pastor's wife and also for children's work.
I learned the basics of sewing in the 7th grade sewing class. I made an apron. Other than that, I taught myself. The apron was the first thing I made.
Later in life, I learned the basic stitches in knitting (I made a pocketbook) and crocheting, but never did much with either.
I did embroidery, cross stitch and canvas work some.
My dad's boss had a cabin up in the mountains and let us go up there for a week. I had never seen white birch trees before, so my dad peeled a small segment off and I was able to write on it.
There were woods all around us, no other cabins. There was a good size stream that went by. It was quite a treat to live in a log cabin and a fire place to warm it.
My dad came home drunk, destroying things, yelling, vomiting, etc. I actually saw him put a butcher knife to my mother's neck. I was about 11 or 12 at the time. My mom told Aunt Helen to take us to a neighboring co-worker's of dad's and ask him to come to the house, leaving us at the neighbors. Joe came and calmed dad down and put him to bed.
Later, my dad talked to each of us children separately and apologized and said he would never do it again. He asked us to pray for him. (I told you, he had a goldly mom). He never got that drunk again, but he did drink.
Yes, I've milked a cow or you would say I stripped the cow if you were a farmer. I got the best part of the milk after the milker.
I was not a farmer by birth, but married one and we had a farm. I helped out some.
I rode a bike at an early age and rode all over Concord, NH except on the main streets. No skiing or sailing.
I enjoy the flowers, but can't seem to keep up with them. I go out about every day to see how much the vegetable garden has grown since yesterday and harvest it. Gramps does most of the upkeep. I help plant and harvest.
I had a small napkin collection. I had a pretty good size match cover collection. I had a good penny collection until I took it to school to show our hobby collection and someone stole several.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Gramps taught me to drive. Once when traveling at night, he became drowsy, so I drove. We came to our turn off (there were no previous signs), so at my regular speed, I made a left/right angle turn. Good thing there was a gas station there. I made a broad turn and slid on the gravel. Gramps, of course, woke up and said "pull over, I'm awake now". We changed sides and proceeded down the road. I heard a muffled cry and looked in the back seat. John was only a couple months old and standing on his head in his blankets.
Our first car was a 1933 Olds. We bought it just before we were married.
Gramps and I went to the Holy Land. A lady in our church in Covington wanted to send us. She always wanted to go but couldn't, so wanted to send her pastor. Of course, gramps led her husband to the Lord in his later years. That might have helped, also. All expenses paid and spending money.
Of course, we have been to Alaska and Mexico, not abroad, but out of the country.
I was never on a ship. The only trip on a train was my Sr. class trip to Washington, D.C.
We flew to california once to a national conference. The church paid our way, but we got a discount because Unlce Jesse worked for the air lines.
We flew to Key West, Florida a couple or 3 years ago. Friends of ours invited us down. We stayed a week and were treated royally.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Yes (Truaxes). Indian reservation - Stoney Indians - Sacandagua Reservoir, Adirondack mountains. We camped at Seneca Indian Reservation by Cuba Lake.
We camped all across the states as we traveled.
At Sacandagua, we found an old tree stump. Pulled it up to our spot, burned it all week long.
We met Dan & Judy Smith, missionary appointees (and eventually went) to Peru. They saw our family with heads bowed and at first thought it was smoke in our eyes, then realized we were praying, so visited and introduced themselves.
Also, we met a Pastor from New Jersey, the Krehbiel's. The following year, we made plans to meet the same week: Smiths, Krehbiels, Rusbolts (Krehbiel's brother-in-law) us, our Sunday School Superintendent, Trowbridges and Darlene Trowbridge, Aunt and Uncle that lived nearby. We had quite a campfire devotional.
Jim and Jerry were both Marines. Thelma and Tina stayed with us for a while when Jim went for special training. She was with us for a while just before she moved to be with him. She went with us to his graduation from Paris Island. We were very proud of him!
Jerry went into the Marines before he met Christy. We couldn't make his graduation, so sent Jesse with our car to pick him up. Jerry wanted to drive some coming back, as he hadn't driven in so long and fell asleep at the wheel and side-swiped our car. Both were okay and the car "survived" too.
Jim became a dog handler, sniffing drugs and later, after he was out, did it for the border patrol on the Mexican border. He was awarded a plaque for training a dog nobody else could handle before him.
Jerry was stationed on an isolated island, Adak, Alaska. He said a lot of men weren't making it, but thanked us for disciplining him, for he was going to. Boy! That was a shot in the arm. We had the 3 girls left at home and how easy it would have been to loosen up on them.
Uncle Jerry was born on July 3rd, so I laid in the hospital bed in Cuba and watched at a distance the fireworks over Cuba Lake. Gramps came in early to see me then took the other children up to the lake to see them.
A couple years ago (1997), Gramps and I went out on our pontoon boat on Cuba Lake and had a "ring side seat" watching the fireworks. Didn't realize how dark it was and how little light we had to get back to shore, but we made it.
When we traveled long distance with the family, we tried to have somehting every hour special, either stop somewhere or have a treat or play a game, etc. It took away so much boredom.
We had a tic-tac-toe game with bottle caps.
We played the alphabet game - see who could find the alphabet first.
Count animals - 5 points on your side of the road, up to 100.
See how many different state or country license plates.
Right now, I have Parkinson's disease and they are having problems regulating my medication. I am really "putting him through the mill" so to speak. I get terrible abdominal pains, dizzy, weakness, tremors in the back of my legs that knot up, etc. I change almost in a moment, not knowing what is next. Gramps has been very patient and tries to be understanding with me. He is very helpful and yet lets me do what I can. It is good for me, as I am losing it right along. Unless they get things regulated . . . . . !
I think he is Wonderful. Gramps is not ordinarily as patient as he is now with me. He says "I took you til death do us part" and that still holds.
I wouldn't swap him for any other in this whole wide world. Pardon me! I'm very emotional anymore.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My first meal I cooked (I told you about it earlier). I "fried potatoes" adding water to keep from sticking and still they were done. I had never been taught to cook, so gramps was my guinea pig.
I believe my cooking has improved as all nine children and gramps survived. Today, gramps brags that I'm a "good cook". If he is satisfied, that's all I care.
I am not a ritzy cook, just downright general cook.
We lived in the wing of the farm house of Gramp's folks. It was rundown and we papered and painted it all to clean it up. We heated with a kerosene heater, one bedroom, pantry and kitchen/living room combined. That was okay because we didn't have much furniture.
A railroad track ran between house and barn. I remember for the first several nights of waking up around 1:30 or 2:00 thinking a train was coming at me. I sat straight up in bed as it rang the whistle as it went by because it was near a house (A warning whistle) and oh so horrifying.
We went to Concord, NH to see my sister Helen and family.
On the way home, through the mountains, we hit a blizzard, winding roads, no settlements, snow so fast and hard the windshield wipers couldn't take care of it. Gramps had to roll down his window and look out with his head out the window. Can you picture that? We had to go real slow, so signed in to the nearest hotel we came to.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I wore a beautiful pink suit. I had left home one day when my dad was drunk and moved out. Of course, my dad wouldn't even come to my wedding. He said "none of the others asked me to their wedding (all eloped), so why should I go to yours?" We were married in the parsonage and had a reception at dad's folks place.
We just dated and dated and dated and we never thought much about ever separating. We just took each other for granted and at times we even talked about when we got married.
One day, I realied he had never asked me and here we are talking about it, so I made him ask me. Ha!
I was 17 and a senior in high school. Gramps was so polite and a gentleman. He opened doors for me. I think he was the only fellow in school to open doors for girls. He always opened the car door for me, too. I felt especially honored.
We got married and had a couple children and he had to carry one, so opening the car door ceased and sometimes I opened other doors when not convenient for him, but he still opens doors now if I don't rush ahead and forget to let him.
There was a big difference in him when the Lord got hold of him. He was downright despicable before. Oh what the Lord can and does do if we let Him.
As I said before, dirty saddle shoes and bobby sox. Some even scuffed up and dirited their brand new shoes so as to be "stylish". I polished mine every day.
Girls were not allowed to go to school in pants. It was not stylish. When our class was decorating for the Jr. Prom, they had to get special permission to wear pants for when they climbed ladders, but had to change back to skirts before they went to class.
If they came to school in slacks, they were sent back home to change.
Skirts were just above the knee.
I played violin in grade school, I guess because a couple sisters before me did. It was just the thing to do. I never really cared for it, hardly ever practiced and didn't go very far with it. Today I can enjoy a good fiddler or an excellent violinist, otherwise I cannot listen to a violinist.
I also took some piano and enjoyed it, but didn't get enough lessons and when I married, I had no piano to practice on, then when we did, I was too busy. Excuses, excuses!
Anyone can play a "comb". Take a piece of wax paper and put it up and down the comb and sort of hum or "do to do to dos" on it and it sort of quivers. Fun! (Mom drew a picture of the comb and waxpaper as to how it was supposed to look.)
Proverbs 3:5, 6
"Trust in the Lord". It isn't always easy.
"Supply all our needs".
"I will repay saith the Lord." Many times, we will be bufeted in one way or the other, but He will repay. It is difficult at times not to do it ourselves.
O SUCH LOVE!
No ambitions or goals as a small child.
As a teenager, I wanted a home with a faithful, loving husband and children. I got it all PLUS.
The Lord came into my life and you know all those additives.
Castile for Elohim Bible Institute and Hudson Street in Johnson City for PBTS.
God supplied all our needs. Many times I would say to Gramps, "we need some milk (we had no money) and Gramps would get a tip from a customer (at the gas station where he was working) for about the amount, at least it covered it. Sometimes, it was "bread and milk." Second and third stories over us became vacant at different times. I was able to take my pre-schoolers (Jerry and Jesse) and paint for them. It took care of the rent those months. We also had to clean and paint our 1st story which gave us a couple months rent. People sent money. Our garden in Cuba overflowed with produce which I canned for the 1st year. I could go on to tell you how God supplied.
I went 2 years at Elohim Bible Institute in Castile, New York. We tried to sign up with Sudan Interior Mission and they said we weren't getting enough Bible, so we quit. Elohim is more for laymen, two evenings and Saturday mornings.
I took ETTA classes at PBTS. I went on Tuesdays over one year, so I could take those subjects in helping with chidlren's work. I received the ETTA certificate.
Grade school - Concord, New Hampshire
Jr. High and High school - middle of 8th grade through high school - Cuba Central School.
I found my best friend when I mvoed to Cuba. In 8th grade, the whole class moved from one room to another. The teacher asked June Shelley to lead me around and it grew into a lasting, close friendship. Until we graduated, you hardly ever saw us apart. We even stayed at each other's homes.
When we dated our present husbands, they got along alright, but had nothing much in common, so we were apart more and more.
She lives in Cuba now and on occasion, we have a chance to talk, but not much.
If you want to call it a reunion, it was when my Uncle Harry died. It was in Ohio. We lived in Cuba, N.Y. I must have been about 13. We left Ohio when I was about 2, so I met them all for the first time, both sides of the family.
18, when I was saved.
He was a figure head that supposedly existed. I really didn't have much time for Him. I was a "good doer"., and a good girl in general. Not bragging!
All of them, and I had a good assortment.
I enjoyed just standing over the floor furnace in the winter. I mostly just jumped rope, run around the neighborhood looking, play hop scotch, marbles, play with my dogs, I played by myself a lot.
My mom wasn't much of a cook. Whenever she came to our house, she wanted to bake a chocolate cake for Gramp's. She said "all men love chocolate cake." It was not one of Gramp's favorite and she made the hardest, worst chocolate cakes I ever tasted and chocolate cake is my favorite cake. I always tried to side track her from it.
A couple weekends in the summer, we would take off for the beach on the ocean. We enjoyed goofing off in the sand, letting the waves come in over our legs and bringing back oysters and clams to eat.
My dad was always dressed in a suit it seems. He had a desk job and managerial job, not much physical labor. He must have had working clothes because I remember him putting in a couple gardens, but I don't remember them.
My marriage - it was rocky at times. You can imagine a 17-year-old boy and an 18-year-old girl. We both knew we were right. We only argued when he wouldn't admit I was right. HA! Our marriage and home were never in danger.
We went to PBTS with 6 children and debts. Dr. Davis tried to talk us out of it, so did our pastor, so did my godly Uncle Arthur. We said we felt led. If Dr. Davis wanted to turn us down, we would feel it was the Lord's will. Dr. Davis said he couldn't tell us God's will for us, so never turned us down. A few years later, we realized we were never accepted either, we just went and dad graduated. I got an ETTA diploma. We were the first to graduate with that many children. By the way, we came out debt free. ISN'T HE WONDERFUL!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Nobody really told me about sex. It was a word you didn't talk about. I just picked it up here and there.
I married my husband because I loved him and wanted to spend more time with him, not for sex. I guess I was naive.
My home had been bad. Dad was running around with another woman and drinking a lot. Many nights we were wakened by his drunkenness. I knew we could make a better home. His home was about the same, so we married.
I dated on the sly. As I said, my dad believed I should finish college and have a good job before looking at the opposite sex.
I know that humans have an attraction and can't prevent it. They could have softened on the strictness.
I did sneak out on dates!!
Finances weren't the best but we never went hungry and had clothes on our backs. Dad was intelligent and learned to save some if possible, so he never financed anything. Pay or go without!
He made us fairly comfortable considering others.
I remember having holes on the bottom of my shoes. Dad cemented new holes on the bottom each night. During the course of the day, they came loose, front to back. I walked flapping at every step and he cemented them again that night. When they came comlpetely off, I walked with the holes. My socks all had a big hole on the bottom of them.
We were poorer than we knew, but dad tried to meet the real desires of our hearts.
Plant green peppers fairly close if you want many peppers.
Don't use horse manure. You will get weeds galore.
Use wood ashes for ground radishes. Keeps down radish worms.
I dated very little as my dad felt we should go through college and be established in a job before we looked at the opposite sex. Boy, was he mislead!
My first date with grandpa I guess you could say: my senior class sponsored a round & square dance, towards our senior trip. Gramps was newly saved, so hadn't given up dancing. I helped take tickets at the door, as my boyfriend then was in the Navy. Gramps had been "playing the field". So when he came through alone, I opened my mouth. "Well, who is it going to be tonight?" He looked me up and down and said "Well, just wait and see." When he left, the other girls really razzed me. After the half, no more tickets are needed. He asked me to square dance (we never round danced). I accepted and danced all the square dances the rest of the night.
He offered to take me home. I accepted for we lived just outside town limits, 6 houses beyond street lights, at 1:00 a.m. and drunks were known to be laying around at times. I jumped out of the car quick and said "Thanks!"
That week, he asked me to the movies. He had been such a gentleman, I accepted. He put his arm around me, a warm feeling and nice! I spent the night with Uncle Bob and Aunt Velma so dad wouldn't know I was dating. Dad kissed me before I went in! Yeah!
Bobby sox and saddle shoes - dirty ones (I always kept mine clean).
In high school, the boys made homemade cars and drove them to school, weird shapes, one was shaped like a boat. They painted signs on them like "CONSTIPATED - CAN'T PASS A THING"
Cherry cokes and rootbeer floats were the thing. Teens had two hangouts in Cuba. The Candy Kitchen (Soda Bar) and Mom's Soda Bar. Both good, clean places.
Jitterbugging, but we didn't.
See how many people you could cram into a Beetle Volkswagon or in a telephone booth.
The hula hoop fad began.
We girls wore "poodle skirts" and appliqued poodle at the bottom. (Mom drew a picture of what it looked like)
I played the bells in the band. I couldn't play any other instrument except the violin and they didn't have an orchestra.
I was in the Jr. Play - "Jr. Miss".
(Janet: As a tiny baby, mom had a special dressy dress she liked. It seems that every time she put it on me, I would get diarrhea and it went all over. Oh well, you can't win them all.)
MOM: I didn't have a favorite. In the fall, just before school started, I got 3 new dresses. One was to be for church (every Sunday). The other two alternated one week at a time giving the other a chance to be washed and ironed for the following week.
Friday, March 6, 2009
You are kidding! I understand my paternal grandmother was a very godly woman, but my dad somehow went the other direction. All his brothers turned out to be godly men. I guess that is why we children were sent to church.
Dad always sent some money for church and Sunday School.
As a pastor's wife, we had many missionaries and speakers in our home. I believe Dick Markel was the favorite. He lived in Olean but was in our home many times. He stopped by one day when we were out shopping and left a note: he took a shower and had a cup of coffee. We had him for teen camp. He would go onto the field (baseball) and cheer for both sides while the girls were putting his hair up in curlers. He could crack one joke after another. People loved him. He said when he felt he had everyone's attention, then he dove into the Word. He was right. They all listened and loved him.
I guess one of my favorites was apple crisp.
5-6 cups sliced and peeled apples in greased 6x10" pan
Mix together until crumbly: 1 cup flour
1/2 - 1 cup sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
3/4 tsp. salt
1 unbeaten egg
Sprinkle over apples. Pour 1/3 cup oil over all. Sprinkle 1/2 tsp. cinnamon over. Bake 30-40 minutes at 350 degrees. Serve warm with milk. We like evaporated milk. (8 generous servings)
I remember some severe winter storms in Concord, N.H. I walked to school on top of snow banks taller than I was. Of course, walks were shoveled, but what kid takes the easy way.
I remember a Hurricane that came through, putting down trees, etc. We were told to stay in the back of the house, as there were 3 trees in the front. Two of them were not in the best condition and could go. Instead, the third one fell across the road. Things flew around outside. We had to stay indoors. Our nasturtums flowers were cut off. Afterwards, I picked a lot up and went around giving them to neighbors. A big section of the city was flooded. After, we drove around seeing the damage. I thought it interesting, too young to realize.
I babysat some, but I believe my first job was working at a Red and White Store. A couple other kids worked there on Saturdays, also. So there was some goofing around.
Later on, I worked at Acne Electric in Cuba on the Victory Shift (during the war). I worked 4 hours after school and days on Saturdays.
I wasn't asked to help much and never taught to cook or sew. Poor dad! He ate whatever I put before him.
He liked fried potatoes, so I tried. I put in the grease and potatoes, not knowing to turn down the potato heat. They began turning black. I remember seeing my mom adding a little water towards the end and covering them, so I did. Somehow, gramps ate black, uncooked potatoes and never complained. He never complained about my cooking, but once in a while he jokes about it. I've got a wonderful husband.
No work, no pay. Also, remember Depression. Then when I was older, less to take care of so still nothing was expected.
We had 2 or 3 eskimo spitz dogs, one at a time. The only name I can remember is "Toots". Bob said, that way when a good looking girl goes by, I can call "Here Tootsie!"
I guess I enjoyed a dog, any dog, because they were lovable and someone to play with.
My mom and dad never showed much affection to each other or us, but we were treated well.
Later on, I guess Priscilla or "Prissy" as we called her, was my favorite. She was a poodle and lived with us for 17-1/2 years. She was our last pet.
I never had a favorite meal. I was born during the Depression and nothing went to waste. We had to eat everything on our plate.
I do remember a couple not too favorites. It seemed like one night we would have corn meal mush. The next night, bread and milk, - mush, milk - bread milk, - mush, milk - bread, milk. Then in the spring time, we kids were let off in a field to pick dandelion greens. Mom fixed a bacon sauce to mix with raw dandelion greens. It was a change, but yuck!!!
Dad likes mush and also bread and milk or crackers and milk. I can eat them but not a favorite. Dandelion greens, keep them. I'll starve!
(Janet: Richburg - 7 miles; Friendship - 3 blocks; Johnson City - 5 or 6 blocks; New Milford - bus, 6 miles; Otego - 3 blocks)
MOM: I attended the Walker School in Concord the first few years and we moved during that year. To save changing schools, my dad drove me to school and I walked home, about 10 miles (at least it seemed that, but it was only a couple of miles.)
Another school, I walked about a mile each way.
We then moved to Cuba in the middle of my 8th grade where I finished high school. The bus took me to school, about a mile or 3/4 of a mile. Most times, I walked home.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
(Janet: mom and dad gave me my first bible.)
MOM: My first bible was given to me by the Methodist Church in Concord, N.H. for perfect attendance. Just proud to own it, never read it.
I was probably just old enough to read, first or second grade. It was also tiny print.
In the summer of 1946, July to be exact, the summer before we were married, we were at a youth camp in Machias, NY called Odosagih. One evening our pastor's wife, Mrs. Whitehead, came down and sat beside me for the evening service. When the invitation was given, she asked me if I had ever asked Jesus into my heart. I said "no". She said "why not now?" I went forward but I still felt it was because of what I got in the West Clarksville Church, not of that evening in Odosagih.
Gramps and I were not really considering marriage at that time but not considering ever parting, so I guess you could say we both grew spiritually together.
I heard about "God" or there being such a thing since I can remember, as I always went to church, but I didn't realize what He did for me because He loved me so.
Gramps was saved only a few months before we dated, but I had heard he wanted to be a preacher. He brought me to church with him. I don't remember who talked to me about God first.
I knew Gramps before he was saved and could have spit on him. He was !??!- - . Well, when I heard he wanted to be a preacher, I could see a vast difference in him. I became more interested in spiritual things and eventually was saved.
My Grandpa Reddick couldn't have been 5 feet tall and slender. They had huge steps (stone or cement) the whole width of the front of the house. He would sit on them and chew tobacco. They also had an out-house and carried water from a well in the center of town - Gratis, Ohio.
Let me tell on Grandma Stubbs (my mom). She told about once she wanted to surprise her mom when she was away. She mixed up some bread dough. Evidently, it was too cool to rise well or something. She thought it wasn't any good, so she dug a hole in the backyard (no grass) and buried it so nobody would know. WELL, the sun came out and warmed the ground and white stuff came bubbling out! "BE SURE YOUR SIN WILL FIND YOU OUT."
Grandpa tells of an old-time doctor that always rode horse and buggy. Well, he got a car and one night when going home after a very tiring day, he approached his barn and called out "Whoa, Whoa". The car went right through the barn.
God is Still on the Throne!
God will supply all your needs!
When in Bible School, we went with debts and got out of debt while there. We went with 6 children, came out with 7. At Christmas time, several sent money to spend on either Christmas for the children or the new baby (Jackie - date left off for security). Dad worked at a gas station where he got blue stamps when customer's didn't want theirs. We bought groceries and got green stamps. The three older ones wanted a watch. We had enough stamps for these. All we had to do was pay tax. A neighboring store had a fire and we bought most of the rest from the "fire sale". The money sent went to pay the hospital and doctor. We lacked $50. When we arrived home, there was a check from a distant relative, my dad's cousin, who I never knew existed - $50.
Helen and I were close. I was her "baby sister" (6-1/2 years difference). After she married and went back to N.H. to live, we weren't as close. One year for Christmas, she got a camel-hair coat, the style of the season and just what she wanted. She cried for joy but I couldn't see why she cried when she should be happy.
Bob ate the head of my marshmallow chicken one Easter. My folks told me I could have anything I wanted out of his basket. I cried and woudln't take anything. I wanted the head of my chicken.
Mabel had rheumatic fever when a Freshman in school. She was sick in bed at home most of the winter. She almost died. She had hallucinations about a woman in her room and things floating around. I couldn't understand it.
My paternal grandparents were gone before I was born. My grandfather died when my dad was 12 years old, so he was pretty well supported and took care of by his mom (some help from married brothers). My grandmother died before I was born.
My maternal grandparents lived in Gratis, Ohio, just over the border of Kentucky and lived a lot like the Kentuckians; no water, etc.
I remember my mother moving there after dad passed away. She had a house built; bathroom and all, but couldn't use it. They collected rain water for general use, but had to walk downtown and carry water from a well for cooking and drinking.
We didn't see them often enough that I really didn't get to know them well because of the distance. The first time I remember seeing them was my uncle's funeral. I was in 8th grade.
I lived in Hamilton, Ohio until I was almost 2. I only remember we had a "long sidewalk". It was probably just a normal one.
We moved to N.H. and I got terribly sick. Believe it or not, they said it was "home sick" (for our home in Ohio).
We lived at 9 Maple Street. Can you believe I even remember the number? No other children lived within a couple of blocks, so I played alone when the others were in school. Yes, I enjoyed it. I didn't know any other way.
All of us played ball in the street in the city as cars were few.
An elderly man lived across the street, Mr. Moulton. He would call us to come over and play in his lawn so he could watch us. It was fun playing Hide N Seek as he was too old to cut grass.
Then we moved when I was in the 7th grade to 48 Downing Street, an interesting place. We corawled under a shed attached to the house, etc. We found lots of interesting things like a rabbit pen.
I was never taught any spirituality at home. I was sent to church and Sunday School and told to be "good". That was all.
It wasn't until I went to church in West Clarksville that I "prayed". I remember going to bed then and saying a few words to God and it wasn't until I was saved that I truly learned to pray.
Our couch had no back, but pillows for a back. It could be pulled out for a double bed. We had a very heavy built rocker which I think Aunt Velma still has. Sturdy! I remember our first radio which sat on a stand. We all sat around to hear it.
My dad, being an electrical whiz, hooked it up so (his bedroom was on the other side of the wall) that he could speak through the radio. It was near Christmas and he pretended to be Santa Claus, talking to me. I was mystified until I found out it was him.
I had to take my afternoon nap on the couch. I remember trying to lay so still with my eyes closed. When eternity passed, I would stretch and say what a good nap I had. Mother would say "go to sleep". How did she know?
Monday, March 2, 2009
My mom stayed at home most of the time, keeping the "home fires" burning. She never worked outside the home. It was almost unheard of to work outside the home.
(Janet - First, in Elohim Bible Institute and working on a farm; then in tool room at Clark Bros. - Olean and Worthington in Wellsville - a tool grinder in both places. West Clarksville, owned farm and trucking business. In 1959 - PBTS - pastoring in Otego)
MOM: My father earned a degree in Electrical Engineering by correspondence. He was manager of Davis Transformer Co. in Concord, NH.
When I was in 8th grade, he took the job of manager of the Air Cool Division of Acne Electric in Cuba, NY. He was a whiz with electricity. He invented the transformer for those circling lights on juke boxes.
(Janet - First Sunday after birth. Castile Baptist Church was my first church, but we didn't live there long.)
MOM: I was sent to Sunday School and church since I can remember (Methodist). I was the youngest, so I went with my brother and sisters.
I don't believe it was even called Junior Church. We left at a certain time during the worship service to go downstairs and color, etc. A few times, they tried telling us a story but since we were used to coloring, we paid no attention.
After our first date, my boyfriend (Grandpa) invited me to church with him. I accepted, after all, church was church, who cares what denomination.
I later got saved there.
(Janet - I was dedicated as a baby in West Clarksville)
MOM: I was baptized (sprinkled) in the Methodist Church in Concord, NH.
I was saved as a teenager and baptized in Richburg Baptist as West Clarksville had no baptistry, by Rev. Al Whitehead who later on married us.
One place we lived was a double house, another family with children my age lived on the other side. We poked a hole in the plaster so we could talk at bedtime. The window faced an alley. They had a window next to ours (second floor). We would put an Easter basket on a heavy string, put something in the basket and swing it to their window. (Bedtime?) (New Hampshire).
Another place, my bedroom window facing a riding stable across the road. I didn't look out it much as a teenager because it was dark at bedtime and I always get a better view downstairs (Cuba, NY)
(This was the home that all of us kids knew where it was because every time we drove by, mom would say that "I used to live there". Also, it was/is the ugliest house on the road in Cuba.)
Laura Mabel Spencer; born 4-15-1910 in Genessee, PA; married in Standard, NY on 11-03-1928; died 12-23-1993 in Cuba, NY
Richard Harry Truax; born 10-20-1910 in Bingham Township, PA; died 09-23-1991 in Olean, NY
Both buried in North Bingham, PA
FULL NAME: Mary Emma Stubbs (Truax)
DATE OF BIRTH: 07-01-1928
PLACE OF BIRTH: Hamilton, Ohio
MOTHER'S FULL NAME: Elizabeth Reddick (Stubbs)
Place and date of her birth: 07-21-1900; died: 12-08-1975 in Cuba, NY;
FATHER'S FULL NAME: Walter Walker Stubbs
Place and date of his birth: 12-10-1900 in Middletown, Ohio;
Died: 04-12-1949 in Cuba, NY
PATERNAL GRANDPARENTS: Isaac & Emma Overholtz
MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS: Harry and Jennie Reddick
Harry born 04-23-1874; died 12-07-1960
Jennie born 02-18-1879; died 02-24-1962
Both buried: Fairview Cemetery in Gratis?
SIBLINGS: Helen (12-05-1922); Robert (01-01-1923); Mabel (06-04-1924); Mary (me) 07-01-1928
PLACE OF YOUR MARRIAGE: 01-18-1947 in West Clarksville, NY at 7:40
FULL GIVEN NAME OF YOUR HUSBAND: John Revere Truax
NAME AND BIRTHDATES OF CHILDREN: John Stephen; Janet Marie; James David; Julie Cheryl; Jerry Duane; Jesse Dean; Jackie Sue; Jo-Anne; Jill Denise (birthdates not printed due to security reasons)
FLOWER: Real looking artificial; no water; lasts forever
HYMN/SONG: The old Rugged Cross Makes the difference
AUTHOR: our Wonderful Lord
BIBLE VERSE: Proverbs 3:5, 6
DESSERT: Hot Fudge Sundae
SPORT: Swinging! (HA!)
LEISURE ACTIVITY: Sitting alone with my husband
(Janet: Before my mom and dad were even married, they were sitting on the front porch of my mom's folks home in a porch swing. They new that they wanted to get married some day and somehow, the conversation was on children. They said that they wanted to name the first one Janet Marie. Well, they changed their minds when the first was born a boy.
When I arrived, they still wanted Janet Marie.
When I was born in my "big" brother, "Happy", always called his cousin a baby. He pronounced it "dodie". When I arrived, I was a baby and he tried to say "dodie". We copied him and I became Dodie.)
MARY: My middle name "Emma" was after my parents told grandmother. I was called Mary Emma amongst the relatives. Every one else calls me Mary.
Seeing my last name was "Stubbs", all the kids at school nicknamed me "Stubby".
I was 4 years old, younger than my closest in age sister, and our lives didn't go along the same line. I was an introvert, so my friends were few although I did have friends.
I guess playing house was my favorite pasttime. I had quite a bit of toy furniture; i.e. kitchen cabinet, table, straight chairs, rocking chair, a couple doll cribs, etc. My neighborhood friends would come help me dispurse them into rooms. We would scrape up what tidbits our mothers would give us; i.e. crackers, cheese, etc. One girl's folks mother always gave her money for candy. So, we went to the store and bought penny candy that had the most pieces. We had tea parties.