PUNK (My Dad)

 

This is my favorite picture of my Dad. I am guessing it was made in the late 1920’s. Dad was a good man, full of humor; he provided for his family and helped others in need. It wasn’t until after his death that we heard rumors of his “sorted” past. While none of the items mentioned where horrible or devastating, it did reveal a part of him none of us ever knew.

He and his step-father did not get along and so when he was 13, he left home and “ran the roads”. During this time he lived with family and friends and sometimes just slept in someone’s barn. What we didn’t know was that his nickname was “Punk” and that he carried a short barrel 38 revolver. Sis and I would talk and wish we had a way to just check the local law enforcements records back then to see what things he got into. I have checked the Missouri Penitentiary records and know that luckily he never made it there! So maybe it was only mischief he got into? I’d like to believe that.

Some things about Dad that I knew and maybe lend some credit to achieving that nick name include:

• Stories of disassembling a farmer’s wagon and then reassembling them on top the barn.
• My Grandfather Edmonds an old coal miner and quite a drinker would often try to out drink Dad. But Dad never loss, he always was able to drink his father in-law under the table.
• He was an unbelievable pool player. I often saw him run the table giving his opponent no chance.
• He loved to gamble playing cards.
• Once at work a supervisor said something that riled him greatly and he pushed the man backwards towards a waste can. The supervisor sat into the can and then could not get out. For some reason Dad, as far as I know, was never disciplined for this.
• We would often go hunting for my “Uncle Bud” when he stayed out and Dad knew where all the good “Beer Gardens” where.
• He could/would never just outright buy a large item. Each purchase was an adventure into seeing what you could dicker for. Mom got free lamps with her living room set. We got free 8-tracks with our first stereo. I got free underwear and a new tie with a suit.
• He took me along with his drinking buddies one night to drive to Saginaw and get a gigantic roll of insulation. It was January and cold! He was in the passenger seat and I sat in the middle. In the back seat were two of his friends. All the way up there he kept the door cracked, allowing the wind to blow into the back seat. His friends complained of the cold and Dad kept telling them the heater must not be working.
• When I was about five he stayed out all night one Saturday. When he got home Mom forced him to get ready for church. All day he tried his best to get back home to go to bed, but he never made it. We went to morning services, had lunch, went shopping (ALL DAY), then attended evening services. Next morning mom had him up and ready for work. He never stayed out like that again.

When I was seven he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. While he was in the hospital recuperating, he stopped drinking, smoking, cussing and gambling. After coming home he became more active in church

Copyright Roy Richard.

? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

I do what I feel in my heart must be done –

I say what I feel should be said.

I ponder what’s right and wrong in each case –

Then I act without feelings of dread.

I do not know that I am correct –

In all that I say and do –

I only know it’s the answer I’ve found –

After seriously thinking things through.

 

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

Copyright Roy Richard

LETTERS by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Whenever I write a letter, to friends that are far away,

Or to the home folks I love best, I am careful what I say,

I write of the weather and the birds and the flowers, of sunshine and moonlit night,

But I never mention the worries, to the home folks I write.

 

I write some funny things between and smile myself and see,

Their loving faces as they read and know they think of me,

And they are happy, I am sure, because they see me, too,

And live the joys in fancy as they read the things I do.

 

I tell them we’re feeling fine out here, we’re happy the whole day thru,

I write of the pleasant trips we take, and the many things we do,

I write of the river, the ocean blue, the places I love to roam,

But, I never mention the worries to the folks when I write home.

 

Perhaps the day has weary been and tear drops dim my sight,

And things have bothered me a lot – of these I never write.

For I am sure if, then I’m sad, I sent a letter home,

And told them little troubles, made all my worries known,

That when my letter came to them and would break the seal,

And read of only worries, I know just how they’d fee.

 

So whether I am gay or sad, or days are dark or bright,

I never mention worries to the home folks when I write,

But, I ponder o’er the letters filled with joy or woe.

Journeying on to loved ones, ever they come and go,

And my eyes are dim with unshed tears, for perchance on a day less bright,

I, too, will send a tear dimed page to the loved ones when I write.

 

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Copyright Roy Richard

EARL'S COUSINS

Growing up we visited and heard a lot about Dad’s cousins. I never thought too much about it till recently and then could not make heads or tails of the various people.

Culbertson, Dorris, Lane, Julius, Peck and more! Who are these people. How do they fit in and how are we related?

It became apparent that Earl must have spent a lot of time growing up around his mother’s ‘people’. Pheobe Ann was by birth a Rogers and with the exception of the Julius’ all these cousins follow the line of the Rogers.

Peck

By going back to Earl’s Great Grand Parents Pleasant Rogers (1801-1845) and Pheobe Hickman (1816–1900), we find in addition to Earl’s Grandfather George William Rogers they also had a daughter named Chancy Jane Rogers (1837-1888) who married William A Peck (1830–1890). Their son Pleasant B. Peck (1871-1952) had a son Elva B. Peck (1908-1983) who was Dad’s age and a ‘cousin’. Elva pastored the New Hope church from 1953 to 1956.

Elva’s children (Glenda Earfaye Peck, Evelyn Darlene Peck, Elva Lee Peck, Thelma Bell Peck, Charles Raymond Peck, Levonna Florene Peck, Brenda Berniece Peck) were more part of my memories. They are 3^rd cousins to me.

• Glenda married Richard Robbins and their youngest son Timmy and I played together.
• Elva Lee married into the Rainwaters, another name from the past.
• Thelma married Mack Williams. Their ministry greatly influenced the growing General Baptist Denomination.
• Charles Raymond was a Christian radio personality in the Flint area, in addition to being a great minister for the Lord
• Levonna  attended church with us while I was growing up.

Culbertson, Dorris, and Lane

You do not have to go as far back to tie these into the family, you only have to look as far as Earl’s mother’s siblings.

Culbertson

Pheobe’s sister Mary Ann (1869-?) married John A.B. Culbertson, their son John Henry (?-1963) had a son, Ottie William Culbertson (1941-?).

We always visited Ottie and his wife Maxine when in Missouri. They operated Nursing Homes in the Dexter Missouri area.

Dorris

Pheobe’s sister Cora (1882-1946) married Milton Dorris, their son Herman (1902-?) was Dad’s contemporary. Herman had two daughters Sue (married Robert Sampson) and Debbie (married William Murry).

We attended New Hope Church with Herman and his wife and often had Sunday Dinner at their house. In later years we switched to First General Baptist and attended there with their daughters.

Lane

Pheobe’s sister Amanda (1886-1943) married James D Warren. Their daughter Violetta (1920-?) married Robert Lane. 

Parts of the Lane family also attended New Hope Church.

Julius

To tie in the Julius name you only have to go so far as Earl’s dad. William Oliver’s sister Susan Jane (1875-1941) married Francis Julius, their children were the cousins Earl visited with and talked about.

The Julius clan did not migrate to Missouri and stayed in Illinois.

Roy Julius was a minor celebrity in that he got his picture in the Grit, a national newspaper published back in the day. It seems when he was a boy he caught a snapping turtle and carved his initials in its shell. Years and years later while fishing he caught a monster snapping turtle while fishing. While taking it off the hook he noticed his initials in the turtle’s shell. Same turtle all those years apart!

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LORI – WHO’S 4 by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

 

Lori, the twister, can out twist them all –

For her age and her size, she will leave you appalled.

She is tiny and dainty to look at you see –

But her disposition would make up for three.

She can show more anger with a glimpse from her eyes –

Than any I know though they’re three times her size,

She not only eats with her shiny teeth –

With a bite she brings Randy ‘round to defeat.

Her lingo is charming – she talks all day long.

She does Rudolph the Reindeer with a great deal of pride –

And her lyrics will cause you to chuckle inside.

Rudolph doesn’t go down in history, oh, no!

To Lori he’s going down to Texaco,

She’s gay, she’s a charmer, a stinker and more –

She’s a sweet Li’l Niece Who’s all of “just 4”.

 

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Written for her niece, Lori Stogsdill’s 4^th birthday.

Copyright Roy Richard

MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Back in the days of long ago,

                My Mother used to make,

Old-fashioned quilts of choice,

                And they were up-to-date.

 

She had a name for every one,

                It seems that I recall,

The Crown, the Fan, the Basket Quilt,

                And Mother made them all.

 

The Old Log Cabin Quilt was one,

                The Star of red and white,

The Court House Steps, the Memory Quilt,

                The Brick colors bright.

 

The Crazy Quilt, I see it now,

                Blocks different, yet the same,

Toads in a Puddle, Windmills too,

                The Double Irish Chain.

 

The Outline Quilt worked all in red,

                Seemed full of merry cheer,

And of them all, there’s still one quilt,

                I prize and hold most dear.

 

It’s just a little cradle Quilt,

                Of tiny blocks so queer,

My Mother made it for her boy,

                That’s why I hold it dear.

 

The years have passed and mother too,

                Has left this world of care,

But memories sweet still linger,

                Around my Mother’s chair.

 

And recollections come to me,

                When I recall her joy,

As she fashioned many tiny blocks,

                In a cover for her boy.

 

So I shall keep this little quilt,

                Of blocks so quaint and dear,

It brings so many memories sweet,

                Of Mother’s presence here.

 

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Copyright Roy Richard

YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT FIND

 

My sister Sula was an avid genealogist. She spent hours in the musty basements of courthouses looking for clues of our heritage. She sparked my interest in the fact finding and desire of answering the gene questions. But I must admit I do most of my searching online.

While filling the holes and gaps with new found knowledge is exciting, finding the “dirt” or “horse thieves” in the family takes the cake. Recently while working on my wife’s family line, imagine my surprise when my paternal fifth great grandparents names popped up! She also has the same paternal fifth grandparents! Which I think makes us sixth cousins?!?!

My Family Tree

1. Agnes White (1765-1817) (my 5^th Great Grandmother) married Zachariah Warren (1763-1817) (my 5^th Great Grandfather).
2. Sarah Ann (Sally) Warren (1783-1854) married Edmund Hendley Richards Sr (1783-1840)
3. Edward Nathaniel Richards (1804-1180) married Janie C Stewart (1798-1870)
4. Peter Warren Richards (1823-1917) married Elizabeth 'Eliza Lizzie' Warren (1828-1850)
5. Peterson Warren Richards (1850-1907) married Sarah Ann Wolfe (1854-1925)
6. William Oliver Richards (1872-1915) married Pheobe Ann Rogers (1878-1925)
7. Earl Richard (1907-1978) married Nan Marie Edmonds (1933-1978)
8. Roy

Her Family Tree

1. Agnes White (1765-1817) (her 5^th Great Grandmother) married Zachariah Warren (1763-1817) (her 5^th Great Grandfather).
2. Zephanian L. Warren (1792-1864) married Eleanor Reese Evans (1797-1840)
3. Lucy Jane Warren (@1840-?) married John Thomas Butts (1834-1914)
4. John W. Butts (1861-1937) married Barbara Ellen Sails (1861-1928)
5. Rosa E Butts ((1890-1969) married Hubert Leander Stogsdill (1879-1930)
6. Hubert Leo Stogsdill Sr (1910-1945) married Caroline May Gutch (1911-2002)
7. Hubert Leo Stogsdill Jr (1930-2014) married Gaylia Eulene Kenslow (1931-2015)
8. Kirstie

Copyright Roy Richard