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October 3, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

13 Aug


The Lord is in his Holy Temple, Let all the earth keep silent before him.

Thank you lord for guiding us in the way that we should go.

Yesterday we made an offer on a house.  It was one Al had checked out on the brochure Greta had sent to us.  We looked for two days at houses.  Only two had all our requirements and it was hard for me to choose between them.  Now we wait to hear if they will accept our offer.

I remember a house in Oklahoma where I lived as a small child.  Aint (aunt) Becky’s house was a small two room, unpainted  house in Quinton, Oklahoma.  There my daddy and mama lived when they were young marrieds.  Odis and Ruth Butler.

In front of the little house was a fence with roses climbing over it and a gate.  Aint Becky trimmed the deadheads off the roses in the early morning when they were still wet with dew.  A neighbor stopped to talk with Aint Becky  over the fence.  Aint Becky clipped a rose and gave it to the neighbor.  That is one of my earliest memories and I was only Sammie’s age, three or less.

My daddy worked at the smelter nights, and in the early mornings my brother Charley and I  watched for him to come walking home, across the prairie, with his dinner bucket in hand.  We ran to meet him as fast as our little legs would carry us. I’d carry his dinner bucket home and he would swing Charlie up on his shoulder.  Charlie was only two years old then.

One memory I have of that house was on Christmas eve my daddy lighted sparklers after it got dark, and put them on the two gate posts to show Santy Clause the way to our house.  My daddy loved Christmas and made it special for us every year, no matter how hard times were.

I remember Iva as a baby in a high chair in that house.  It is the first home I ever remember.

In 1929, when I was four years old, the stock market crashed, the smelter where my daddy worked shut down and we moved out into the country to Uncle Speedy’s little house down by the creek and the cotton patch.

My daddy and mama picked cotton for Uncle Speedy.  Charlie, Lorene and I picked cotton too.  WE had tow sacks (burlap bags) to pick cotton in.  Uncle Speedy paid me  2 cents, Charlie 2 cents and Lorene a penny.  Daddy took the money to town to buy us some candy when he went with Uncle Speedy to sell the cotton. He brought us back a sack of candy he bought us with our cotton money.

One day daddy to Charlie, Lorene and me up to Uncle Speedy’s and Aint Tempy’s farm house. We sat around the fire and played “I Spy” and “Thimble, thimble, who’s got the thimble, with Aint Tempy, Billy and Freckles…our cousins.

Later daddy came and got us and we had a new baby sister at our house. She came while we visited Aint Tempy.

At Aint Tempy’s I had my first and only ride on a horse.  It was really a jenny, a cross between a mule and a horse. Freckles,who was older than me (I was around five then) put me on the jenny and got on behind me, and we began to gallop.  I was scared trying to hang on, and I screamed and cried.  Aint Tempy heard me and made freckles put me down.

During World War Two Freckles was a tail gunner in a plane shot down over France.  Eventually his body was returned to the United States for burial.


October 2, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

9 Aug

6:00am  Lorene’s house

Praise You Father

Bless You Jesus,

Holy Spirit Thank You

For being here

Yesterday we went house hunting with our good friend and realtor, Greta Blythe.  She sold daddy’s house for us last year.  We looked at about 8 houses and have more to look at today.  One we liked better than the rest.  It has a dining area big enough for our table and a place big enough for the boat.  It has a side yard, fenced, big enough for our camping trailer we think.

We are going looking today with Greta.

I remember the first house we ever bought, 10 High Street, Thomaston.  Al was out of the service a year and our son David was 6 months old.  We had been living in a rented house that Dad and his sons lived in before they went in the service.  That house  was put up for sale so we decided to buy one of our own.We were afraid we couldn’t swing it financially by ourselves so we joined together with Al’s brother Doug and his wife Marjorie and bought a big house in Thomaston on a GI loan.

Our house cost $4000 and our payments were $20 a month each.  At that time $20 was a lot   of money, and we struggled to make the payments each month.  While living in that house our Daniel was born, and later our Paul.  Peggy and Dougie were both born there also.  They live on one side and we lived on the other.  Several years later Doug and Margie sold their half to us and we began renting it out.  I’d like  to say here briefly that living g in a house with others as co-owners or as tenant-landlords was very difficult for us and we soon gave it up.  That experience covered 15 years.

In 1960 we bought a house at 89 Cedar Street in Rockland, and moved in bag and baggage.  David was a sophomore at Rockland District High School, Dan an 8th grader at the Junior High, where Al had graduated in 1942. Grammy Cloe Mills also went to that school when she was a little girl.  Paul entered 5th grade at North School.  Those were wonderful years at 89 Cedar Street

Soon the boys were grown and married and there were grand kids coming.  We decided that now is the time to move from a big two story house to a new home.  I must say it took papa a year to convince me to leave  my home and friends in Rockland.

That is the home all our grand children knew and loved.  There they visited, spent weeks with us, and had fun with their cousins and shared many happy holidays.

There some of our family found temporary homes through hard times or divorce.  There the grand children helped papa plant his garden, picked and ate blueberries, scared up deer in the woods,  climbed trees, played with their water pistols and showered under the garden hose.

There the dads and moms and grandpa and cousins played basketball or catch.

There was a tire swing in a tall tree, like my dad hung for us when I was a child.  There was a path through the woods and a stone wall fence.  There was music as the grand children brought their instruments.  Saxaphone, trombone, trumpet, electric guitars and our piano.  Happy, happy!

The last family gathering  was the Saturday before we moved.  Aunt Iva and Uncle Orville were there from Arkansas.  It was our 46th wedding anniversary, September 20th.  So we invited all the family to Bonanza for supper.  There were 17 of us.  All the grandchildren in Maine came, except Matt.  The grand children had two tables across the room from where the eight adults sat.  I’m told that 3 glasses of coke were spilled at that table.  After the dinner we all went to our house.  Guitars were brought out and played.  Dave, Dan and Patrick sang.  Jarred and Ben performed a scene from Les Miserable. Sammie danced to blue suade shoes.  This three year old said “Im going to be a ballerina when I grow up”

The other kids were outside to play in the dark.  Chris, David’s big Chris,  told me he had so much fun out playing with the little kids.  He said he and Jason used to be the little kids, and Pat, Abe and Dan’s Chris were the big kids when they used to play in the yard and now it was so much fun to be the big kids!

It was a wonderful, unforgetable evening for our farewell anniversary celebration.

Now we will have a new home and it will be open to all of our kids and grand kids to come visit.

Thank you Lord for the family you have given us.  Each one is precious to us and you have blessed us greatly.  Amen,


October 1, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

7 Aug

October 1, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

A red letter day.

October 1, 1945 we arrived in Rockland, Maine to live our married life there.  October1,1991 we begin our settled retirement life here in Arkansas.Thank you Lord.

As I drove through the dark morning yesterday, mile after mile, with the moving lights of big trucks on the interstate  ahead of me, I thought of a moving line of 40 covered wagons leaving New Mexico and travelng across the Texas panhandleland the weastern plainns of Oklahoma to reach a mountain top in eastern Oklahoma.  There my grandma and grampa FLoyed and 12 of their 13 children homesteaded in 1912.

My mama Ruth was eight years old. I expect she looked after Bob, Bill and Carl, her little brothers, while grampa and Uncle Tom handled the team and livestock.  I can picture them, the whole wagon train of friends who Left New Mexico together, circled around in the evening  There would be campfires burning, men herding the animals together, cows being milked, little kids running around the gathering darkness, and meals being cooked.

Then I see night coming under the wide Oklahoma sky. There’s a full moon and millions of stars. Some nights there is even a meteor shower.

Boys are chasing around playing hide and go seek in the dark.  Little girls sit close to their mamas.  The Floyds bring out their guitars and soon the whole group is involved in the songs and music of the plains.  Everywhere the Floyds  went the took their music.

An so, even today, our sons who are FLoyd descendants, take their music with them wherever they go. 

There’s David and his sons who sing and play their guitars to entertain themselves or others.

There’s Dan and his sons Cris Abe Jason,Ben and Chad carrying on that musical tradition.

There’s Paul and his children Amy, Jon, and Ben singing in choirs and at home along with  their mother Linda.

All are carrying on the musical tradition and entertaining other people, as well as themselves.