He married Maud 1891
Keith Willet Magee wrote the following during December 1991: I remember John R Magee as a hard working , poor, dirt farmer there in the North Missouri hills. We never got hungry, and always had a home where countless friends were always welcome. One Sunday we got up, did the chores, had breakfast and agreed we would just stay home and relax that day. Friends started stopping by to talk and of course were invited to stay for dinner (the non meal). Well, when all was said and done, my mother had prepared dinner for 27 people. All had a great time. J R, as most people called him, was a classic practical joker. He would buy straight grain alcohol, mix it with hot water, let it cool, add some burnt sugar syrup my mother would make, pour it in any kind of whiskey bottle he could find that was "Bottled in Bond" and carry it up to one of his brother-in-laws and offer him a drink of the real thing. My Uncle Mont Shipley would just be overwhelmed by the fact that J R Magee could find somebody who sold bottled whiskey when he couldn't find a drop himself. He would talk to other men in the neighborhood and tell then what good whiskey my dad could find. J R would hear about it and laugh 'til he cried. John R would compliment a drink of whiskey by saying "Now that would make a rabbit hug a bear." Also if he knew something for sure he would offer to bet "A penny to a pig TIRD and hold stakes in his mouth." I never became that certain of anything in my life. John R (my dad) told of riding a little racing mare Uncle Will Raney owned (named Dettie) in a horse race one Sunday in Lancaster, MO. There were two other horses in this race. In those days the jockey brought the horse up to the starting line, turned it to a 45-degree angle to the starting line and stopped. When the starter gave the signal he turned his horse and started down the track. J R said they made two starts and got called back both times because the boy on the gray horse turned early both times. As they came back by the judges stand the second time the starter yelled "you boy, on that gray horse. Keep that horse back and break with the rest of the field this time or I'm going to disqualify you. If you want to steal something, rob a train." The Starter: The notorious Frank James. Northern Missouri was a haven for the James boys at that time.
Keith Willet Magee wrote the following during December 1991: I remember John R Magee as a hard working , poor, dirt farmer there in the North Missouri hills. We never got hungry, and always had a home where countless friends were always welcome. One Sunday we got up, did the chores, had breakfast and agreed we would just stay home and relax that day. Friends started stopping by to talk and of course were invited to stay for dinner (the non meal). Well, when all was said and done, my mother had prepared dinner for 27 people. All had a great time. J R, as most people called him, was a classic practical joker. He would buy straight grain alcohol, mix it with hot water, let it cool, add some burnt sugar syrup my mother would make, pour it in any kind of whiskey bottle he could find that was "Bottled in Bond" and carry it up to one of his brother-in-laws and offer him a drink of the real thing. My Uncle Mont Shipley would just be overwhelmed by the fact that J R Magee could find somebody who sold bottled whiskey when he couldn't find a drop himself. He would talk to other men in the neighborhood and tell then what good whiskey my dad could find. J R would hear about it and laugh 'til he cried. John R would compliment a drink of whiskey by saying "Now that would make a rabbit hug a bear." Also if he knew something for sure he would offer to bet "A penny to a pig TIRD and hold stakes in his mouth." I never became that certain of anything in my life. John R (my dad) told of riding a little racing mare Uncle Will Raney owned (named Dettie) in a horse race one Sunday in Lancaster, MO. There were two other horses in this race. In those days the jockey brought the horse up to the starting line, turned it to a 45-degree angle to the starting line and stopped. When the starter gave the signal he turned his horse and started down the track. J R said they made two starts and got called back both times because the boy on the gray horse turned early both times. As they came back by the judges stand the second time the starter yelled "you boy, on that gray horse. Keep that horse back and break with the rest of the field this time or I'm going to disqualify you. If you want to steal something, rob a train." The Starter: The notorious Frank James. Northern Missouri was a haven for the James boys at that time.
He married Maud 1891
Keith Willet Magee wrote the following during December 1991: I remember John R Magee as a hard working , poor, dirt farmer there in the North Missouri hills. We never got hungry, and always had a home where countless friends were always welcome. One Sunday we got up, did the chores, had breakfast and agreed we would just stay home and relax that day. Friends started stopping by to talk and of course were invited to stay for dinner (the non meal). Well, when all was said and done, my mother had prepared dinner for 27 people. All had a great time. J R, as most people called him, was a classic practical joker. He would buy straight grain alcohol, mix it with hot water, let it cool, add some burnt sugar syrup my mother would make, pour it in any kind of whiskey bottle he could find that was "Bottled in Bond" and carry it up to one of his brother-in-laws and offer him a drink of the real thing. My Uncle Mont Shipley would just be overwhelmed by the fact that J R Magee could find somebody who sold bottled whiskey when he couldn't find a drop himself. He would talk to other men in the neighborhood and tell then what good whiskey my dad could find. J R would hear about it and laugh 'til he cried. John R would compliment a drink of whiskey by saying "Now that would make a rabbit hug a bear." Also if he knew something for sure he would offer to bet "A penny to a pig TIRD and hold stakes in his mouth." I never became that certain of anything in my life. John R (my dad) told of riding a little racing mare Uncle Will Raney owned (named Dettie) in a horse race one Sunday in Lancaster, MO. There were two other horses in this race. In those days the jockey brought the horse up to the starting line, turned it to a 45-degree angle to the starting line and stopped. When the starter gave the signal he turned his horse and started down the track. J R said they made two starts and got called back both times because the boy on the gray horse turned early both times. As they came back by the judges stand the second time the starter yelled "you boy, on that gray horse. Keep that horse back and break with the rest of the field this time or I'm going to disqualify you. If you want to steal something, rob a train." The Starter: The notorious Frank James. Northern Missouri was a haven for the James boys at that time.
Keith Willet Magee wrote the following during December 1991: I remember John R Magee as a hard working , poor, dirt farmer there in the North Missouri hills. We never got hungry, and always had a home where countless friends were always welcome. One Sunday we got up, did the chores, had breakfast and agreed we would just stay home and relax that day. Friends started stopping by to talk and of course were invited to stay for dinner (the non meal). Well, when all was said and done, my mother had prepared dinner for 27 people. All had a great time. J R, as most people called him, was a classic practical joker. He would buy straight grain alcohol, mix it with hot water, let it cool, add some burnt sugar syrup my mother would make, pour it in any kind of whiskey bottle he could find that was "Bottled in Bond" and carry it up to one of his brother-in-laws and offer him a drink of the real thing. My Uncle Mont Shipley would just be overwhelmed by the fact that J R Magee could find somebody who sold bottled whiskey when he couldn't find a drop himself. He would talk to other men in the neighborhood and tell then what good whiskey my dad could find. J R would hear about it and laugh 'til he cried. John R would compliment a drink of whiskey by saying "Now that would make a rabbit hug a bear." Also if he knew something for sure he would offer to bet "A penny to a pig TIRD and hold stakes in his mouth." I never became that certain of anything in my life. John R (my dad) told of riding a little racing mare Uncle Will Raney owned (named Dettie) in a horse race one Sunday in Lancaster, MO. There were two other horses in this race. In those days the jockey brought the horse up to the starting line, turned it to a 45-degree angle to the starting line and stopped. When the starter gave the signal he turned his horse and started down the track. J R said they made two starts and got called back both times because the boy on the gray horse turned early both times. As they came back by the judges stand the second time the starter yelled "you boy, on that gray horse. Keep that horse back and break with the rest of the field this time or I'm going to disqualify you. If you want to steal something, rob a train." The Starter: The notorious Frank James. Northern Missouri was a haven for the James boys at that time.
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