-Revis
and "ROOTED IN THE ROLLING PLAINS" - Helping Find Your Family Stories and Remembering Ours!
As I put clean glasses up in the cabinet, I looked at one glass which was given to me years ago. It belonged to my paternal great-grandfather, James Andrew Cauble, known to me and family as "Pa Jim".
My grand-daughters love to use this glass. In fact, the girls would fight over who would use that glass, and that led me to search antique stores to buy at least two more glasses like Pa Jim's.
Imagine the kids surprise when they learned that the glass they loved to drink out of was, in fact, a snuff glass. They know about Copenhagen and "dipping" because we live in Texas and some cowboys in the family (or friends of their older sisters) "dip snuff".
So when I described what went in these glasses, they all said, "Yuck", "Gross", "No way!" Yes, girls, yes way!
If you're like my grands, and curious about a snuff glass, well, it was a glass container that held powdered tobacco.
After the powdered tobacco was used, families would use the containers as drinking glasses. Our families back in time didn't throw items away like we do in today's world. They were what I call the great recyclers.
What made me think of James Andrew Cauble (born 18 Mar 1880-Putnam, Callahan County, Texas, died 20 May 1962-Fisher County, Texas) and his snuff glasses?
Well, this weekend I was going through tubs of sentimental and antique items I've kept through the years.
And guess what? I have another one of his glasses. Will it go in the cabinet? Yes, it will.
What better way to honor an ancestor than to use something that belonged to them. Even if it is a snuff glass.
Do you have unusual items from your family that you use every day? Drop a message and let me know.
-Revis
Some of my families are back at having reunions after cancelling them due to the Covid pandemic. Summer in Texas is scorching hot, but that's usually when we hold our reunions. Pools, lakes, rivers or bounce house water slides are almost a necessity so the kids (and sometimes parents) can keep cool.
This past weekend we experienced fun and family time at a new venue for us - the Rest Yourself River Ranch near Mineral Wells, Texas. Good times were had by all with lots of good food, including my uncle Roy's barbecue from Natty Flat Smokehouse.
It was a steep hike down to the Brazos River and back up the hill to the meeting place.
I didn't get pictures, but family members kayaked, fished, and swam in the Brazos River.
Our family supports our reunions by having both silent and live auctions. Live auction items are either handmade or old family items (pictures, tools, etc). Current and past auctions have included some awesome items.
Does your family hold auctions during reunions? What kind of items are sold? I'd love to hear how your family supports your family reunions - by auctions, donations, raffles, or other means to raise money to help with the expenses, other than registration fees.
-Revis
When you hear that your family (or someone else) is having a "family reunion", what are the first thoughts that run through your head? I know some think, "OH NO!" "No way, I'm going." "I'm busy that weekend." "Will ____ be there?" You fill the name in on that last thought!
Or are you one of those people who are glad to hear about a family reunion because you want to go and talk to people who may know the family's stories. And people who might know the old ones - your great-grandfather or great-grandmother or possibly even your great-great-grandparents.Top Photo: Cemetery Middle Photo: Mother and sister with my Texas cousin and a new Missouri cousin Bottom Photo: Lowe Skippack Mennonite Church, Montgomery County, PA |
Texas Kolb attendees look at pictures and genealogies (2008-El Progreso Memorial Library, Uvalde, Texas) |
Robert Franklin Kolb, son of Henry James Yancy Kolb |
Henry James Yancy Kolb |
William Henry Kolb, son of Henry James Yancy Kolb |
Sunday's Obituary is a daily prompt at Geneabloggers where bloggers share old obituaries and other information about ancestors.
morning about seven o'clock by cries
of "fire," and it was soon ascertained
that a lamp exploded at the Barnette
Hotel, and that Mrs. Barnette was
badly burned. The house was slight-
ly damaged, but the fire was soon ex-
tinguished. Dr. Hyde was promptly
summoned and on examination of
Mrs. Barnette he declared her condi-
tion very serious, and about 1 p.m.
she died of her injuries. From what
we learn she was taking down a wall
lamp that had been burning during
breakfast, and it was very hot and
she started to put it on the table when
it exploded, and the burning oil flew
all over her, saturating her clothing
and she was instantly a mass of flame.
Her daughter Bertha immediately
gave the alarm, and her son Curry
who was near came to her help and
seized some bedding and wrapped her
up to smother the flame. But her
clothing being soaked with the oil
smouldered and burned still and had
to be torn from her body. On
examination her body was found to be
severely burned from her head to her
feet, but the most serious burns were
on the breast and stomach. Her
hands were also badly burned. She
was conscious until near her death,
and bravely bore her suffering. This
sudden and horrible has cast
a gloom over our little city, and it is
hard to realize that so active and so
useful a life has been blotted out so
suddenly and so cruelly. Mrs. Bar-
nette, as hostess of Hotel Barnette, was
probably better known than any other
woman in Shannon county, and her
good nature and uniform courtesy to
all endeared her to everyone. She
was an industrious and capable mana-
ger, and the success of the Barnette
Hotel was due to her personality.
She leaves a husband, John C. Bar-
nette, a Confederate veteran, four
sons, Curry, John, Otho and Fred, and
daughters Bertie and Bessie, in her
family at home, and all were present
at her bedside. One married daugh-
ter, Mrs. Minnie James, is in Lufkin,
Texas. Her son Curry was the first
to reach the mother after the acci-
dent and severely burned his hands in
fighting out the flames. It was a sad
picture to see the heartbroken family
gathered around the stricken mother,
each willing to share her pain and
praying for her recovery and relief.
And now that her busy hands are fold-
ed, and her great mother-love gone
from them, they will realize, as thou-
sands have done before, that no one
can take a mother’s place. To the
bereaved family, the husband and
companion of years whose heart is
widowed in his grief, to the sons,
whose earliest steps were guided by
mother, and whose whole lives were
watched over with loving care, to the
daughters, whose refuge from infan-
cy to girlhood was on mother’s breast,
shielded from all troubles and soothed
from every heartache by mother’s
gentle voice, we extend our sympathy,
realizing that it cannot lessen their grief,
for time alone can do that, but
in the spirit that a mother’s love
draws us all together, a mother’s
death brings us together in our grief.
And with all the sympathy and kind-
ness that can be shown, the cry will
still arise in the heart of each loved one,
"Oh, for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still."
-Revis
What's a heirloom, really? As I pondered this (yes, I ponder...it's an old saying we said in the red sand area of Texas where I grew up known as the "rolling plains"), I wondered, was it something very old? Was it something special, but rare? Just what does it mean to me? Or to you?
L to R: Eva Nell Stuart Dennis, Marjorie "Marge" Allen Stuart McCuistion and Mamie Lucille Stuart Carter |
1st Picture: Top Left: Bracelet, Brooch. Lower left: Pins 2nd Picture: Closeup of the bracelet |