July 28, 1963
Sunday, hot and humid, 80’s. Girls and I went to church and Sunday School. LaVerne and Roberta here for dinner. Went to Cliffords and Ina Belle was there. Clifton, the girls, and I went to the funeral parlor at Middleburgh at night for Ethel Haskin.
Comment: More on Great Aunt Ethel Haskins paraphrasing from the introduction to her diary of 1929 written by Beatrice Haskin: Ethel Violetta Bates was born in Bates Hollow on November 18, 1879. She married Almearon Haskin on April 11, 1897, when she was 17 and he 21. "And the horse ran away" is always told after the wedding information. Almearon was very tall and thin and Ethel was a very tiny woman under five feet tall. Six children were born to them from 1903 to 1918. Their first child, Helen, died at age 24 in 1928 after the stillborn birth of a daughter. Her other daughter Vada Belle, also died at age 24 in 1936 from multiple abscesses of the brain. Her other four children were boys: Ferdinand "Bates", father of Charlotte and Leonard, Duncan Moore "Leonard", father of Bob, Reggie and Tommy, Almon Palmer, father of Beatrice and Loretta, and John Kenneth who had one son. There were other grandchildren but I was not that familiar with them. If anyone knows what "And the horse ran away" means, please let me know....
2 comments:
From Sister Sue: I remember going to their house. They never had anything of value, and lots of times we took them food. She was tiny and old, and he was slender and old... They lived over by Ferris Camp.
My mom (Joan Haskin Tiger) and I lived with Grandma Haskin and Almearon right before Almearon died, as a matter of fact they held the viewing in the bedroom Mom and I shared. Grandma made the best oatmeal in the world, it tasted like pudding. She took should good care of Amearon before he died. I never remember her raising her voice. My children love the stories I tell them about their great great grandmothe.
Do you remember the big dog (boxer) I think, it seemed like that dog was always getting on the bad side of a porcupine. After the rain we would pop the blisters on the tar road, the blueberry picking, going to the outhouse, pumping water from the sink, playing house on the big rock. the old wood stove, so much more
Thank you for posting these messages it brings back the sweetest memories for so many people.
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