The only thing I remember about you, my grampie Vaughn, Will, your grandson, told this story about him, you and one of his brothers.
Seems he and his brother, Ebb, were sent by their mom to milk the cow. Gramps was holding the calf while Ebb milked. The calf kept jerking loose from him and when it would run in to nurse it would hit Ebb's fingers with its teeth, knocking the hide off his knuckles. He'd cut loose with a few choice words and gramps would drag the calf away again.
After Ebb's knuckles were raw and bleeding and he'd had all he could take, thinking gramps was letting the calf go on purpose just to mess with him, he told gramps that if he let go of that calf one more time he was gonna knock his brains out.
The boys were always given a heavy tin cup to milk into then pour into the milk bucket, that way the cow wouldn't get her foot in the bucket and knock it over.
Sure enough, the calf pulled loose and slammed it teeth into poor Ebb's sore knuckles and out from under the side of the ole cow he came bellering like a mad man. As the rounded the tail end of the cow, gramps had turned to run for his life and Ebb slammed the tin cup down onto the back of gramps head.
Gramps said the blood flew all over. He grabbed his head with both hands and made for the house before Ebb could get in another lick with his deadly tin cup.
He said as he went in the back door of the their cabin he was yelling, "Ebb Vaughn's done knocked my brains out with a cup!" His gramdma, Phoebe, was sitting at the table and as soon as she saw him, she hit the floor in a dead faint. His mom had grabbed a 'dish rag', as he put it, to staunch the flow of blood on his head but when she saw her mom faint she turned to her to bring her around, leaving gramps standing there in the kitchen 'bleedin like a stuck hog'.
Every time gramps told this story, and it was a much requested one, I could and still can, picture the action from start to bloody finish.
AND on the back of his ole bald head he had a 'dented in' place about 3 inches long and half an inch deep. It was the exact shape of the rounded bottom of something like that tin cup.
Sitting listening to stories like this, told by my family, is what I did as a child instead of playing video games. What wonderful memories I have of them and all their stories!
July 7, 2017
Was just talking to one of my cousins, Joy, about our gr grma Phoebe and she reminded me of another story, her favorite, told by our grampie Vaughn, Will.
He and one of his brothers were taking the heavy metal hoop off an old wagon wheel up to the top of a hill in their dad's pasture and letting it roll down the hill. They'd take a stick and hold beside the hoop to keep it up and rolling. The hoop was a good 3 feet across and was pretty heavy. As they rolled it along a pailing fence it picked up speed and got away from'em. Over and down the hill it went. As it neared the fence at the front of the cabin it hit a rock and went air borne. The hoop sailed across the front yard and in the door of the cabin it went. The boys, standing in the pasture gazed in wide-eyed wonder at the spectacle of their flying hoop. Their enjoyment turned to horror and shock as the hoop slammed into their grannie Phoebe, standing just inside the door way. They saw her crumple to the floor as the hoop stopped at last.
Fearing that they'd killed their grandma, the two boys stayed away from the house for as long as they could for the rest of the day.
When they finally crept back to the house at dusk, they were relieved to see their gramdma Phoebe was indeed alive, bruised and 'skint' up, but alive.
They kept their tale of the flying hoop to themselves.
Our great great grandma Phoebe must've been a strong woman. In the times she was born and grew up in, she had to have been to survive, and she even survived the 'foolishness' (as gramps always called it) of her grandchil'ern.
Email message from Berlene Jacques:
Thanks for the information regarding Erby Daniel(s). As for Phoebe/Phebe Daniels. She was Erby's 1st cousin and the d/o Robert and Margaret Frank Daniel(s). She was born abt 1835 in Illinois.
You will find her in the 1850 census for White, Polk County, Arkansas living with her parents and siblings. Her Dad was the sixth son of Bazel Daniel and (--?--) mother. He married Margaret Frank on May 18, 1831 in White County, Illinois.
In 1860 Phebe is Living in Pope County, Arkansas with her 60 year old husband Henry Richardson. There are three children in the home Joseph R age 6, Margaret A age 3 and Nancy (Emmaline) age 1/12.
I have more if you need it.
Berlene Jacques
Seems he and his brother, Ebb, were sent by their mom to milk the cow. Gramps was holding the calf while Ebb milked. The calf kept jerking loose from him and when it would run in to nurse it would hit Ebb's fingers with its teeth, knocking the hide off his knuckles. He'd cut loose with a few choice words and gramps would drag the calf away again.
After Ebb's knuckles were raw and bleeding and he'd had all he could take, thinking gramps was letting the calf go on purpose just to mess with him, he told gramps that if he let go of that calf one more time he was gonna knock his brains out.
The boys were always given a heavy tin cup to milk into then pour into the milk bucket, that way the cow wouldn't get her foot in the bucket and knock it over.
Sure enough, the calf pulled loose and slammed it teeth into poor Ebb's sore knuckles and out from under the side of the ole cow he came bellering like a mad man. As the rounded the tail end of the cow, gramps had turned to run for his life and Ebb slammed the tin cup down onto the back of gramps head.
Gramps said the blood flew all over. He grabbed his head with both hands and made for the house before Ebb could get in another lick with his deadly tin cup.
He said as he went in the back door of the their cabin he was yelling, "Ebb Vaughn's done knocked my brains out with a cup!" His gramdma, Phoebe, was sitting at the table and as soon as she saw him, she hit the floor in a dead faint. His mom had grabbed a 'dish rag', as he put it, to staunch the flow of blood on his head but when she saw her mom faint she turned to her to bring her around, leaving gramps standing there in the kitchen 'bleedin like a stuck hog'.
Every time gramps told this story, and it was a much requested one, I could and still can, picture the action from start to bloody finish.
AND on the back of his ole bald head he had a 'dented in' place about 3 inches long and half an inch deep. It was the exact shape of the rounded bottom of something like that tin cup.
Sitting listening to stories like this, told by my family, is what I did as a child instead of playing video games. What wonderful memories I have of them and all their stories!
July 7, 2017
Was just talking to one of my cousins, Joy, about our gr grma Phoebe and she reminded me of another story, her favorite, told by our grampie Vaughn, Will.
He and one of his brothers were taking the heavy metal hoop off an old wagon wheel up to the top of a hill in their dad's pasture and letting it roll down the hill. They'd take a stick and hold beside the hoop to keep it up and rolling. The hoop was a good 3 feet across and was pretty heavy. As they rolled it along a pailing fence it picked up speed and got away from'em. Over and down the hill it went. As it neared the fence at the front of the cabin it hit a rock and went air borne. The hoop sailed across the front yard and in the door of the cabin it went. The boys, standing in the pasture gazed in wide-eyed wonder at the spectacle of their flying hoop. Their enjoyment turned to horror and shock as the hoop slammed into their grannie Phoebe, standing just inside the door way. They saw her crumple to the floor as the hoop stopped at last.
Fearing that they'd killed their grandma, the two boys stayed away from the house for as long as they could for the rest of the day.
When they finally crept back to the house at dusk, they were relieved to see their gramdma Phoebe was indeed alive, bruised and 'skint' up, but alive.
They kept their tale of the flying hoop to themselves.
Our great great grandma Phoebe must've been a strong woman. In the times she was born and grew up in, she had to have been to survive, and she even survived the 'foolishness' (as gramps always called it) of her grandchil'ern.
Email message from Berlene Jacques:
Thanks for the information regarding Erby Daniel(s). As for Phoebe/Phebe Daniels. She was Erby's 1st cousin and the d/o Robert and Margaret Frank Daniel(s). She was born abt 1835 in Illinois.
You will find her in the 1850 census for White, Polk County, Arkansas living with her parents and siblings. Her Dad was the sixth son of Bazel Daniel and (--?--) mother. He married Margaret Frank on May 18, 1831 in White County, Illinois.
In 1860 Phebe is Living in Pope County, Arkansas with her 60 year old husband Henry Richardson. There are three children in the home Joseph R age 6, Margaret A age 3 and Nancy (Emmaline) age 1/12.
I have more if you need it.
Berlene Jacques
The only thing I remember about you, my grampie Vaughn, Will, your grandson, told this story about him, you and one of his brothers.
Seems he and his brother, Ebb, were sent by their mom to milk the cow. Gramps was holding the calf while Ebb milked. The calf kept jerking loose from him and when it would run in to nurse it would hit Ebb's fingers with its teeth, knocking the hide off his knuckles. He'd cut loose with a few choice words and gramps would drag the calf away again.
After Ebb's knuckles were raw and bleeding and he'd had all he could take, thinking gramps was letting the calf go on purpose just to mess with him, he told gramps that if he let go of that calf one more time he was gonna knock his brains out.
The boys were always given a heavy tin cup to milk into then pour into the milk bucket, that way the cow wouldn't get her foot in the bucket and knock it over.
Sure enough, the calf pulled loose and slammed it teeth into poor Ebb's sore knuckles and out from under the side of the ole cow he came bellering like a mad man. As the rounded the tail end of the cow, gramps had turned to run for his life and Ebb slammed the tin cup down onto the back of gramps head.
Gramps said the blood flew all over. He grabbed his head with both hands and made for the house before Ebb could get in another lick with his deadly tin cup.
He said as he went in the back door of the their cabin he was yelling, "Ebb Vaughn's done knocked my brains out with a cup!" His gramdma, Phoebe, was sitting at the table and as soon as she saw him, she hit the floor in a dead faint. His mom had grabbed a 'dish rag', as he put it, to staunch the flow of blood on his head but when she saw her mom faint she turned to her to bring her around, leaving gramps standing there in the kitchen 'bleedin like a stuck hog'.
Every time gramps told this story, and it was a much requested one, I could and still can, picture the action from start to bloody finish.
AND on the back of his ole bald head he had a 'dented in' place about 3 inches long and half an inch deep. It was the exact shape of the rounded bottom of something like that tin cup.
Sitting listening to stories like this, told by my family, is what I did as a child instead of playing video games. What wonderful memories I have of them and all their stories!
July 7, 2017
Was just talking to one of my cousins, Joy, about our gr grma Phoebe and she reminded me of another story, her favorite, told by our grampie Vaughn, Will.
He and one of his brothers were taking the heavy metal hoop off an old wagon wheel up to the top of a hill in their dad's pasture and letting it roll down the hill. They'd take a stick and hold beside the hoop to keep it up and rolling. The hoop was a good 3 feet across and was pretty heavy. As they rolled it along a pailing fence it picked up speed and got away from'em. Over and down the hill it went. As it neared the fence at the front of the cabin it hit a rock and went air borne. The hoop sailed across the front yard and in the door of the cabin it went. The boys, standing in the pasture gazed in wide-eyed wonder at the spectacle of their flying hoop. Their enjoyment turned to horror and shock as the hoop slammed into their grannie Phoebe, standing just inside the door way. They saw her crumple to the floor as the hoop stopped at last.
Fearing that they'd killed their grandma, the two boys stayed away from the house for as long as they could for the rest of the day.
When they finally crept back to the house at dusk, they were relieved to see their gramdma Phoebe was indeed alive, bruised and 'skint' up, but alive.
They kept their tale of the flying hoop to themselves.
Our great great grandma Phoebe must've been a strong woman. In the times she was born and grew up in, she had to have been to survive, and she even survived the 'foolishness' (as gramps always called it) of her grandchil'ern.
Email message from Berlene Jacques:
Thanks for the information regarding Erby Daniel(s). As for Phoebe/Phebe Daniels. She was Erby's 1st cousin and the d/o Robert and Margaret Frank Daniel(s). She was born abt 1835 in Illinois.
You will find her in the 1850 census for White, Polk County, Arkansas living with her parents and siblings. Her Dad was the sixth son of Bazel Daniel and (--?--) mother. He married Margaret Frank on May 18, 1831 in White County, Illinois.
In 1860 Phebe is Living in Pope County, Arkansas with her 60 year old husband Henry Richardson. There are three children in the home Joseph R age 6, Margaret A age 3 and Nancy (Emmaline) age 1/12.
I have more if you need it.
Berlene Jacques
Seems he and his brother, Ebb, were sent by their mom to milk the cow. Gramps was holding the calf while Ebb milked. The calf kept jerking loose from him and when it would run in to nurse it would hit Ebb's fingers with its teeth, knocking the hide off his knuckles. He'd cut loose with a few choice words and gramps would drag the calf away again.
After Ebb's knuckles were raw and bleeding and he'd had all he could take, thinking gramps was letting the calf go on purpose just to mess with him, he told gramps that if he let go of that calf one more time he was gonna knock his brains out.
The boys were always given a heavy tin cup to milk into then pour into the milk bucket, that way the cow wouldn't get her foot in the bucket and knock it over.
Sure enough, the calf pulled loose and slammed it teeth into poor Ebb's sore knuckles and out from under the side of the ole cow he came bellering like a mad man. As the rounded the tail end of the cow, gramps had turned to run for his life and Ebb slammed the tin cup down onto the back of gramps head.
Gramps said the blood flew all over. He grabbed his head with both hands and made for the house before Ebb could get in another lick with his deadly tin cup.
He said as he went in the back door of the their cabin he was yelling, "Ebb Vaughn's done knocked my brains out with a cup!" His gramdma, Phoebe, was sitting at the table and as soon as she saw him, she hit the floor in a dead faint. His mom had grabbed a 'dish rag', as he put it, to staunch the flow of blood on his head but when she saw her mom faint she turned to her to bring her around, leaving gramps standing there in the kitchen 'bleedin like a stuck hog'.
Every time gramps told this story, and it was a much requested one, I could and still can, picture the action from start to bloody finish.
AND on the back of his ole bald head he had a 'dented in' place about 3 inches long and half an inch deep. It was the exact shape of the rounded bottom of something like that tin cup.
Sitting listening to stories like this, told by my family, is what I did as a child instead of playing video games. What wonderful memories I have of them and all their stories!
July 7, 2017
Was just talking to one of my cousins, Joy, about our gr grma Phoebe and she reminded me of another story, her favorite, told by our grampie Vaughn, Will.
He and one of his brothers were taking the heavy metal hoop off an old wagon wheel up to the top of a hill in their dad's pasture and letting it roll down the hill. They'd take a stick and hold beside the hoop to keep it up and rolling. The hoop was a good 3 feet across and was pretty heavy. As they rolled it along a pailing fence it picked up speed and got away from'em. Over and down the hill it went. As it neared the fence at the front of the cabin it hit a rock and went air borne. The hoop sailed across the front yard and in the door of the cabin it went. The boys, standing in the pasture gazed in wide-eyed wonder at the spectacle of their flying hoop. Their enjoyment turned to horror and shock as the hoop slammed into their grannie Phoebe, standing just inside the door way. They saw her crumple to the floor as the hoop stopped at last.
Fearing that they'd killed their grandma, the two boys stayed away from the house for as long as they could for the rest of the day.
When they finally crept back to the house at dusk, they were relieved to see their gramdma Phoebe was indeed alive, bruised and 'skint' up, but alive.
They kept their tale of the flying hoop to themselves.
Our great great grandma Phoebe must've been a strong woman. In the times she was born and grew up in, she had to have been to survive, and she even survived the 'foolishness' (as gramps always called it) of her grandchil'ern.
Email message from Berlene Jacques:
Thanks for the information regarding Erby Daniel(s). As for Phoebe/Phebe Daniels. She was Erby's 1st cousin and the d/o Robert and Margaret Frank Daniel(s). She was born abt 1835 in Illinois.
You will find her in the 1850 census for White, Polk County, Arkansas living with her parents and siblings. Her Dad was the sixth son of Bazel Daniel and (--?--) mother. He married Margaret Frank on May 18, 1831 in White County, Illinois.
In 1860 Phebe is Living in Pope County, Arkansas with her 60 year old husband Henry Richardson. There are three children in the home Joseph R age 6, Margaret A age 3 and Nancy (Emmaline) age 1/12.
I have more if you need it.
Berlene Jacques
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