William Jonathon Stout or Jack as he was called was born in July 18, 1904. He was the fourth child of William Blackburn and Josephine Graham Stoutand grew up on a little subsistence farm near Sweden, Missouri. Times were hard and subsistence farm meant you ate what you could grow if you couldn't grow it you went hungry. He was the fourth child of five children and was taken out of school and did not finish the 3rd grade As the oldest boy he was needed to help on the farm. When he turned 15, he went to work in the Lead and Zink mines over near Joplin. This was before the government was involved with regulation of Osha, and EPA. It was before respirator or breathing air systems. They had nothing in 1919 to protect their lungs. The inhalation of dust on an adult person is catastrophic much less a young boy's body that will still be growing and developing until age 25. As the lead levels increase in the body, the symptoms get worse. At first you are exhausted all of the time, you cant sleep and then the debilitating head ache. Impotency tears the family apart. Mussels ache continually and are extremely painful to just walk. Finally the organs of the body start shutting down. There are Bold lead miners. They willingly accept the work because of their families in spite the conditions down in the mine and the threats of cave-ins. But there is no Old lead miners.
As a young man Jack loved a good laugh, a good story or better yet he loved a good joke even if it was on him. He loved to tell a good story. One of his favorites was of when his father got a Fliver (some kind of old car) he got the idea of talking his younger brother Jim into holding the wire he had attached to the spark plug when he cranked the motor. Jim took a hold of the wire and Jack cranked and nothing happened. Jack grabbed the wire lifting it off the finder (un-grounding it) took a hold of the wire and cranked the motor again. "LORD OF MERSEY! that spark jumped out my eyes and out my mouth and judging by the scorching of my under ware it must have jumped out other serious places."
On October first 1935 married Jocille "Jodie" West in Joplin, Jasper Co., MO. Jodie was the oldest girl of the seven children of David and Lenora West. They had 3 children a girl they named Peggy, a boy they named Donald and the youngest boy was named William. My mother was close to her brother and we lived next door his family and the kids were in the house all the time. We all played together.
The inhalation of lead dust leads to all kinds debilitating problems there is no treatment for. Like most of minors Jack turned to self medication with alcohol. One evening Jodie came over to our house and said Jack had come home drunk and had hit her. This was a reoccurring thing. My mother sat her down with a cup of coffee and said when he goes to sleep we will go back. Jodie and my mother went back to their house and they sowed him up in the sheet. Jodie went from his nose to his toes and back and forth with a cast iron frying pan till he tore out of the sheet. The next day sporting hangover and some impressive lumps, he laughed about it. He never hit her again. Yes, you can teach old dogs new tricks.
In Agust of 1942 after my 8 year old brother was shot and killed my mother reacted to grief as she always did, she moved the family. Mom always felt bad that she did not take the children. My mother talked about them often and honestly felt very bad that she could not take them in. It was the middle of the great depression and she had just lost her husband and with six children of her own with a waitress salary it was a struggle to care for her own children even with the two oldest ones working when they could.
In late 1942 and 43, they both were drinking heavily and were not able to care for the children. In late 1943 the children were taken by the State Welfare and adopted them out.
With loss of the children the marriage dissolved.
In the fall of 1946 was the last time anyone in the family saw Jack he was emaciated walking on crunches and not 100 pounds on his 6' 5" frame.
The years working in the mines, lead dust, and the alcohol had taken its tole. Uncle Jack died on September 3, 1948. Bearley 44 years old. His bartender literally bought him his grave. His grave was purchased for him by Mable Sharbutt owner and proprietor of the bar he frequented in Commerce. It was on the curve on the road to the Pitcher Mine. Fred Wale (nephew)
Jack obit: Fri. September 3, 1948 Miami News Record.
Jack Stout a 22 year resident of the Pitcher OK. area died Tuesday at 8:30 night in the Miami Baptist Hospital. He was 44 years old. Buried in GAR Cemetery Miami, OK. Under the direction of the Mitcheson Funeral Home.
As a young man Jack loved a good laugh, a good story or better yet he loved a good joke even if it was on him. He loved to tell a good story. One of his favorites was of when his father got a Fliver (some kind of old car) he got the idea of talking his younger brother Jim into holding the wire he had attached to the spark plug when he cranked the motor. Jim took a hold of the wire and Jack cranked and nothing happened. Jack grabbed the wire lifting it off the finder (un-grounding it) took a hold of the wire and cranked the motor again. "LORD OF MERSEY! that spark jumped out my eyes and out my mouth and judging by the scorching of my under ware it must have jumped out other serious places."
On October first 1935 married Jocille "Jodie" West in Joplin, Jasper Co., MO. Jodie was the oldest girl of the seven children of David and Lenora West. They had 3 children a girl they named Peggy, a boy they named Donald and the youngest boy was named William. My mother was close to her brother and we lived next door his family and the kids were in the house all the time. We all played together.
The inhalation of lead dust leads to all kinds debilitating problems there is no treatment for. Like most of minors Jack turned to self medication with alcohol. One evening Jodie came over to our house and said Jack had come home drunk and had hit her. This was a reoccurring thing. My mother sat her down with a cup of coffee and said when he goes to sleep we will go back. Jodie and my mother went back to their house and they sowed him up in the sheet. Jodie went from his nose to his toes and back and forth with a cast iron frying pan till he tore out of the sheet. The next day sporting hangover and some impressive lumps, he laughed about it. He never hit her again. Yes, you can teach old dogs new tricks.
In Agust of 1942 after my 8 year old brother was shot and killed my mother reacted to grief as she always did, she moved the family. Mom always felt bad that she did not take the children. My mother talked about them often and honestly felt very bad that she could not take them in. It was the middle of the great depression and she had just lost her husband and with six children of her own with a waitress salary it was a struggle to care for her own children even with the two oldest ones working when they could.
In late 1942 and 43, they both were drinking heavily and were not able to care for the children. In late 1943 the children were taken by the State Welfare and adopted them out.
With loss of the children the marriage dissolved.
In the fall of 1946 was the last time anyone in the family saw Jack he was emaciated walking on crunches and not 100 pounds on his 6' 5" frame.
The years working in the mines, lead dust, and the alcohol had taken its tole. Uncle Jack died on September 3, 1948. Bearley 44 years old. His bartender literally bought him his grave. His grave was purchased for him by Mable Sharbutt owner and proprietor of the bar he frequented in Commerce. It was on the curve on the road to the Pitcher Mine. Fred Wale (nephew)
Jack obit: Fri. September 3, 1948 Miami News Record.
Jack Stout a 22 year resident of the Pitcher OK. area died Tuesday at 8:30 night in the Miami Baptist Hospital. He was 44 years old. Buried in GAR Cemetery Miami, OK. Under the direction of the Mitcheson Funeral Home.
William Jonathon Stout or Jack as he was called was born in July 18, 1904. He was the fourth child of William Blackburn and Josephine Graham Stoutand grew up on a little subsistence farm near Sweden, Missouri. Times were hard and subsistence farm meant you ate what you could grow if you couldn't grow it you went hungry. He was the fourth child of five children and was taken out of school and did not finish the 3rd grade As the oldest boy he was needed to help on the farm. When he turned 15, he went to work in the Lead and Zink mines over near Joplin. This was before the government was involved with regulation of Osha, and EPA. It was before respirator or breathing air systems. They had nothing in 1919 to protect their lungs. The inhalation of dust on an adult person is catastrophic much less a young boy's body that will still be growing and developing until age 25. As the lead levels increase in the body, the symptoms get worse. At first you are exhausted all of the time, you cant sleep and then the debilitating head ache. Impotency tears the family apart. Mussels ache continually and are extremely painful to just walk. Finally the organs of the body start shutting down. There are Bold lead miners. They willingly accept the work because of their families in spite the conditions down in the mine and the threats of cave-ins. But there is no Old lead miners.
As a young man Jack loved a good laugh, a good story or better yet he loved a good joke even if it was on him. He loved to tell a good story. One of his favorites was of when his father got a Fliver (some kind of old car) he got the idea of talking his younger brother Jim into holding the wire he had attached to the spark plug when he cranked the motor. Jim took a hold of the wire and Jack cranked and nothing happened. Jack grabbed the wire lifting it off the finder (un-grounding it) took a hold of the wire and cranked the motor again. "LORD OF MERSEY! that spark jumped out my eyes and out my mouth and judging by the scorching of my under ware it must have jumped out other serious places."
On October first 1935 married Jocille "Jodie" West in Joplin, Jasper Co., MO. Jodie was the oldest girl of the seven children of David and Lenora West. They had 3 children a girl they named Peggy, a boy they named Donald and the youngest boy was named William. My mother was close to her brother and we lived next door his family and the kids were in the house all the time. We all played together.
The inhalation of lead dust leads to all kinds debilitating problems there is no treatment for. Like most of minors Jack turned to self medication with alcohol. One evening Jodie came over to our house and said Jack had come home drunk and had hit her. This was a reoccurring thing. My mother sat her down with a cup of coffee and said when he goes to sleep we will go back. Jodie and my mother went back to their house and they sowed him up in the sheet. Jodie went from his nose to his toes and back and forth with a cast iron frying pan till he tore out of the sheet. The next day sporting hangover and some impressive lumps, he laughed about it. He never hit her again. Yes, you can teach old dogs new tricks.
In Agust of 1942 after my 8 year old brother was shot and killed my mother reacted to grief as she always did, she moved the family. Mom always felt bad that she did not take the children. My mother talked about them often and honestly felt very bad that she could not take them in. It was the middle of the great depression and she had just lost her husband and with six children of her own with a waitress salary it was a struggle to care for her own children even with the two oldest ones working when they could.
In late 1942 and 43, they both were drinking heavily and were not able to care for the children. In late 1943 the children were taken by the State Welfare and adopted them out.
With loss of the children the marriage dissolved.
In the fall of 1946 was the last time anyone in the family saw Jack he was emaciated walking on crunches and not 100 pounds on his 6' 5" frame.
The years working in the mines, lead dust, and the alcohol had taken its tole. Uncle Jack died on September 3, 1948. Bearley 44 years old. His bartender literally bought him his grave. His grave was purchased for him by Mable Sharbutt owner and proprietor of the bar he frequented in Commerce. It was on the curve on the road to the Pitcher Mine. Fred Wale (nephew)
Jack obit: Fri. September 3, 1948 Miami News Record.
Jack Stout a 22 year resident of the Pitcher OK. area died Tuesday at 8:30 night in the Miami Baptist Hospital. He was 44 years old. Buried in GAR Cemetery Miami, OK. Under the direction of the Mitcheson Funeral Home.
As a young man Jack loved a good laugh, a good story or better yet he loved a good joke even if it was on him. He loved to tell a good story. One of his favorites was of when his father got a Fliver (some kind of old car) he got the idea of talking his younger brother Jim into holding the wire he had attached to the spark plug when he cranked the motor. Jim took a hold of the wire and Jack cranked and nothing happened. Jack grabbed the wire lifting it off the finder (un-grounding it) took a hold of the wire and cranked the motor again. "LORD OF MERSEY! that spark jumped out my eyes and out my mouth and judging by the scorching of my under ware it must have jumped out other serious places."
On October first 1935 married Jocille "Jodie" West in Joplin, Jasper Co., MO. Jodie was the oldest girl of the seven children of David and Lenora West. They had 3 children a girl they named Peggy, a boy they named Donald and the youngest boy was named William. My mother was close to her brother and we lived next door his family and the kids were in the house all the time. We all played together.
The inhalation of lead dust leads to all kinds debilitating problems there is no treatment for. Like most of minors Jack turned to self medication with alcohol. One evening Jodie came over to our house and said Jack had come home drunk and had hit her. This was a reoccurring thing. My mother sat her down with a cup of coffee and said when he goes to sleep we will go back. Jodie and my mother went back to their house and they sowed him up in the sheet. Jodie went from his nose to his toes and back and forth with a cast iron frying pan till he tore out of the sheet. The next day sporting hangover and some impressive lumps, he laughed about it. He never hit her again. Yes, you can teach old dogs new tricks.
In Agust of 1942 after my 8 year old brother was shot and killed my mother reacted to grief as she always did, she moved the family. Mom always felt bad that she did not take the children. My mother talked about them often and honestly felt very bad that she could not take them in. It was the middle of the great depression and she had just lost her husband and with six children of her own with a waitress salary it was a struggle to care for her own children even with the two oldest ones working when they could.
In late 1942 and 43, they both were drinking heavily and were not able to care for the children. In late 1943 the children were taken by the State Welfare and adopted them out.
With loss of the children the marriage dissolved.
In the fall of 1946 was the last time anyone in the family saw Jack he was emaciated walking on crunches and not 100 pounds on his 6' 5" frame.
The years working in the mines, lead dust, and the alcohol had taken its tole. Uncle Jack died on September 3, 1948. Bearley 44 years old. His bartender literally bought him his grave. His grave was purchased for him by Mable Sharbutt owner and proprietor of the bar he frequented in Commerce. It was on the curve on the road to the Pitcher Mine. Fred Wale (nephew)
Jack obit: Fri. September 3, 1948 Miami News Record.
Jack Stout a 22 year resident of the Pitcher OK. area died Tuesday at 8:30 night in the Miami Baptist Hospital. He was 44 years old. Buried in GAR Cemetery Miami, OK. Under the direction of the Mitcheson Funeral Home.
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