Married: Flossie Ina Day, June 7, 1908
Six Children: Easter Lillian (Mock) Manship of Indiana (b. 1909 – d. 1995), Freda Iona (Mock) Stoner of Indiana (b. 1912 – d. 2004), Robert Alonzo Mock of Michigan (b. 1914 – d. 2001), Erbin McCord Mock of Tennessee (b. 1917 – d. 1967 Find A Grave Memorial# 89570405), Flora Belle (Mock) Craig Gross of Indiana (b. 1920 – d. 1985), Samuel Carl Mock of Indiana (b. 1925 - )
The following has been adapted from a document written by Robert's son Bob for his children and contains information about both Robert and his wife Flossie. Please see the bio at Flossie's site for additional insight to the lives of the wonderful Robert and Flossie Mock:
"I, Robert Alonzo Mock, was born to my parents Robert Faucett and Flossie Ina Day Mock on a farm near Oaklandon, Indiana, on May 20, 1914. Dad was the youngest of nine children, and Mother was the older of two children. (Note: As of July 2013, Robert Alonzo Mock did not have a memmorial on FindaGrave. His and his wife Anne's cremains are buried together in a single grave located in Section 10 of Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Southfield, Michigan.)
Dad was living with his parents, and Mother was living with her paternal grandparents in McCordsville, Indiana at the time she was graduated from high school. Mother's mother had died when she was very young, and when her father remarried, she was sent to live with his parents. Mother had gotten a new dress to wear to her high school graduation. Dad, who had dropped out of high school during his senior year, and Mother had been seeing each other so they were expected by the families to get married soon after Mother was graduated. They did, and Mother was requested to wear her graduation dress as her wedding dress. Upon getting married, they moved in with Dad's parents. As was generally the custom, the youngest son was expected to care for his parents in their waning years. That demanded that his wife share the burden.
At the time I was born, my parents already had two daughters, Easter Lillian and Freda Iona. Dad was tending his parents' farm where they all lived. The farm had a three bedroom house with a kitchen, pantry and living room so living quarters were satisfactory for the time. We had no plumbing and no electricity. The wood and coal burning stove in the living room plus the kitchen range were our means of keeping warm during the cold Indiana winters.
Primarily it was Mother who maintained and milked a number of cows for beef, milk and creamery products. The milk was run through a centrifuge called a milk separator which separated the cream from the milk. The cream not needed for our family was shipped in five gallon cans by an Interurban car to a creamery in Indianapolis. This provided some cash revenue to purchase our clothing and food which could not be produced on the farm. Hogs were also raised to provide pork and cooking fat. The animals not needed for our food or for maintaining the herds were sold, on foot, to animal buyers at the Union Stock Yards in Indianapolis. They were initially transported to the stock yards in horse drawn wagons and later by truck. Farming was performed through the use of horses. Because gasoline powered vehicles were rare, transportation was with horse drawn buggies and carriages.
My parents grew produce in a large garden or "truck patch" which was tended primarily by Mother with some help from Dad and a little from us children. Many times we kids mistakenly pulled the vegetable plants instead of the weeds. To preserve some of the vegetables such as cabbage and celery, Dad dug a hole near the house. The vegetables were wrapped in newspapers and then placed in the hole and covered with the dirt taken from the hole. During the winter when Mother would need some of the buried vegetables, Dad would dig them up from the hole and re-cover the remaining vegetables.
Our water was obtained by manually pumping it from one of the three wells dug on our farm. Also, rain water was collected in a barrel directed from the roof on the house. This soft water was heated in a built-in reservoir in the kitchen range and was used to wash our hair. The rain water was also heated on the stove top in larger containers and used for taking our Saturday evening baths. Well water was heated on the kitchen range for laundering our clothing. Because there was no plumbing, our toilet was a three-holer located about 150 feet from the house. There was one small hole used by the children and two large holes used by the adults. The number of holes was necessary when more than one of us had an urgent call at the same time. Our toilet paper was usually pages from a Sears & Roebuck catalogue which also provided reading material when on the "perch." Sometime during the Spring of each year, it was necessary to tip the toilet forward, empty the poop and spread the poop on the fields away from the house. That revolting undertaking was called "honey dipping."
Although Dad was very mechanically inclined, he detested farming with a passion. He did not like working with horses because of their varied temperaments and the unproductive work involved in maintaining them as the power source for the farming activities. Dad wanted to become a tool maker by trade. While his parents were still living, one of his brothers arranged for a job for Dad in Indianapolis in which Dad could learn the art of tool making. When Dad came downstairs the morning he was to report to work, he was dressed in non-farming clothing. Grandpa Mock asked him where he thought he was going, and Dad told him. Grandpa became very angry and ordered him to get his farm clothes on and get to work on the farm. Dad followed his orders but carried his disappointment the remainder of his life because that order from his father sealed his fate to always be a farmer.
Dad loved dogs and always had one. Either it was a hunting hound or a small terrier. Dad loved to hunt and fish and thereby provided many fresh fish and much wild game for the table. At one point in the mid-1920's, Dad had a very small terrier named Foxie. When Foxie was about three years old, Dad bred her with a male terrier owned by a neighbor. When Foxie was heavy with puppies, Dad lifted her onto the bed of his brother who was bedfast because of poor health. For some unknown reason, Grandma became angry and pushed Foxie off the bed onto the floor which cause her to die before giving birth to her puppies. Dad cried off and on for many days, and I believe he never forgave his mother for what she had done even though he had been very close to his mother during her lifetime.
During those many years while caring for her in-laws in their late lives and mothering her six children while helping with the farm work, I never heard my mother complain. She would not permit one child to criticize another but would, instead, always find something good to point out when criticism was attempted. Mother always provided the soothing effect during troubling periods. Not enough can be put into words to describe the wonderful mother who birthed me, and with Dad, raised and cared for me until I struck out on my own at the age of twenty in 1934."
Added by Sue (Stoner) Evans, granddaughter:
The above bio, written by my uncle, makes Robert's father Michael Mock II sound overbearing and mean when he ordered my grandfather to work on the farm (according to Sam Mock "they were planting corn that day") instead of taking the job to learn tool making. According to my mother, Freda Mock Stoner, whose family lived with her grandparents until she finished high school and married, her grandfather Michael was one of the kindest and gentlest men she ever knew. However, according to Sam Mock, Robert and Flossie's youngest child, because of having to stay a farmer, Robert vowed that he would never stand in the way of his children doing what they wanted to do.
Six Children: Easter Lillian (Mock) Manship of Indiana (b. 1909 – d. 1995), Freda Iona (Mock) Stoner of Indiana (b. 1912 – d. 2004), Robert Alonzo Mock of Michigan (b. 1914 – d. 2001), Erbin McCord Mock of Tennessee (b. 1917 – d. 1967 Find A Grave Memorial# 89570405), Flora Belle (Mock) Craig Gross of Indiana (b. 1920 – d. 1985), Samuel Carl Mock of Indiana (b. 1925 - )
The following has been adapted from a document written by Robert's son Bob for his children and contains information about both Robert and his wife Flossie. Please see the bio at Flossie's site for additional insight to the lives of the wonderful Robert and Flossie Mock:
"I, Robert Alonzo Mock, was born to my parents Robert Faucett and Flossie Ina Day Mock on a farm near Oaklandon, Indiana, on May 20, 1914. Dad was the youngest of nine children, and Mother was the older of two children. (Note: As of July 2013, Robert Alonzo Mock did not have a memmorial on FindaGrave. His and his wife Anne's cremains are buried together in a single grave located in Section 10 of Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Southfield, Michigan.)
Dad was living with his parents, and Mother was living with her paternal grandparents in McCordsville, Indiana at the time she was graduated from high school. Mother's mother had died when she was very young, and when her father remarried, she was sent to live with his parents. Mother had gotten a new dress to wear to her high school graduation. Dad, who had dropped out of high school during his senior year, and Mother had been seeing each other so they were expected by the families to get married soon after Mother was graduated. They did, and Mother was requested to wear her graduation dress as her wedding dress. Upon getting married, they moved in with Dad's parents. As was generally the custom, the youngest son was expected to care for his parents in their waning years. That demanded that his wife share the burden.
At the time I was born, my parents already had two daughters, Easter Lillian and Freda Iona. Dad was tending his parents' farm where they all lived. The farm had a three bedroom house with a kitchen, pantry and living room so living quarters were satisfactory for the time. We had no plumbing and no electricity. The wood and coal burning stove in the living room plus the kitchen range were our means of keeping warm during the cold Indiana winters.
Primarily it was Mother who maintained and milked a number of cows for beef, milk and creamery products. The milk was run through a centrifuge called a milk separator which separated the cream from the milk. The cream not needed for our family was shipped in five gallon cans by an Interurban car to a creamery in Indianapolis. This provided some cash revenue to purchase our clothing and food which could not be produced on the farm. Hogs were also raised to provide pork and cooking fat. The animals not needed for our food or for maintaining the herds were sold, on foot, to animal buyers at the Union Stock Yards in Indianapolis. They were initially transported to the stock yards in horse drawn wagons and later by truck. Farming was performed through the use of horses. Because gasoline powered vehicles were rare, transportation was with horse drawn buggies and carriages.
My parents grew produce in a large garden or "truck patch" which was tended primarily by Mother with some help from Dad and a little from us children. Many times we kids mistakenly pulled the vegetable plants instead of the weeds. To preserve some of the vegetables such as cabbage and celery, Dad dug a hole near the house. The vegetables were wrapped in newspapers and then placed in the hole and covered with the dirt taken from the hole. During the winter when Mother would need some of the buried vegetables, Dad would dig them up from the hole and re-cover the remaining vegetables.
Our water was obtained by manually pumping it from one of the three wells dug on our farm. Also, rain water was collected in a barrel directed from the roof on the house. This soft water was heated in a built-in reservoir in the kitchen range and was used to wash our hair. The rain water was also heated on the stove top in larger containers and used for taking our Saturday evening baths. Well water was heated on the kitchen range for laundering our clothing. Because there was no plumbing, our toilet was a three-holer located about 150 feet from the house. There was one small hole used by the children and two large holes used by the adults. The number of holes was necessary when more than one of us had an urgent call at the same time. Our toilet paper was usually pages from a Sears & Roebuck catalogue which also provided reading material when on the "perch." Sometime during the Spring of each year, it was necessary to tip the toilet forward, empty the poop and spread the poop on the fields away from the house. That revolting undertaking was called "honey dipping."
Although Dad was very mechanically inclined, he detested farming with a passion. He did not like working with horses because of their varied temperaments and the unproductive work involved in maintaining them as the power source for the farming activities. Dad wanted to become a tool maker by trade. While his parents were still living, one of his brothers arranged for a job for Dad in Indianapolis in which Dad could learn the art of tool making. When Dad came downstairs the morning he was to report to work, he was dressed in non-farming clothing. Grandpa Mock asked him where he thought he was going, and Dad told him. Grandpa became very angry and ordered him to get his farm clothes on and get to work on the farm. Dad followed his orders but carried his disappointment the remainder of his life because that order from his father sealed his fate to always be a farmer.
Dad loved dogs and always had one. Either it was a hunting hound or a small terrier. Dad loved to hunt and fish and thereby provided many fresh fish and much wild game for the table. At one point in the mid-1920's, Dad had a very small terrier named Foxie. When Foxie was about three years old, Dad bred her with a male terrier owned by a neighbor. When Foxie was heavy with puppies, Dad lifted her onto the bed of his brother who was bedfast because of poor health. For some unknown reason, Grandma became angry and pushed Foxie off the bed onto the floor which cause her to die before giving birth to her puppies. Dad cried off and on for many days, and I believe he never forgave his mother for what she had done even though he had been very close to his mother during her lifetime.
During those many years while caring for her in-laws in their late lives and mothering her six children while helping with the farm work, I never heard my mother complain. She would not permit one child to criticize another but would, instead, always find something good to point out when criticism was attempted. Mother always provided the soothing effect during troubling periods. Not enough can be put into words to describe the wonderful mother who birthed me, and with Dad, raised and cared for me until I struck out on my own at the age of twenty in 1934."
Added by Sue (Stoner) Evans, granddaughter:
The above bio, written by my uncle, makes Robert's father Michael Mock II sound overbearing and mean when he ordered my grandfather to work on the farm (according to Sam Mock "they were planting corn that day") instead of taking the job to learn tool making. According to my mother, Freda Mock Stoner, whose family lived with her grandparents until she finished high school and married, her grandfather Michael was one of the kindest and gentlest men she ever knew. However, according to Sam Mock, Robert and Flossie's youngest child, because of having to stay a farmer, Robert vowed that he would never stand in the way of his children doing what they wanted to do.
Married: Flossie Ina Day, June 7, 1908
Six Children: Easter Lillian (Mock) Manship of Indiana (b. 1909 – d. 1995), Freda Iona (Mock) Stoner of Indiana (b. 1912 – d. 2004), Robert Alonzo Mock of Michigan (b. 1914 – d. 2001), Erbin McCord Mock of Tennessee (b. 1917 – d. 1967 Find A Grave Memorial# 89570405), Flora Belle (Mock) Craig Gross of Indiana (b. 1920 – d. 1985), Samuel Carl Mock of Indiana (b. 1925 - )
The following has been adapted from a document written by Robert's son Bob for his children and contains information about both Robert and his wife Flossie. Please see the bio at Flossie's site for additional insight to the lives of the wonderful Robert and Flossie Mock:
"I, Robert Alonzo Mock, was born to my parents Robert Faucett and Flossie Ina Day Mock on a farm near Oaklandon, Indiana, on May 20, 1914. Dad was the youngest of nine children, and Mother was the older of two children. (Note: As of July 2013, Robert Alonzo Mock did not have a memmorial on FindaGrave. His and his wife Anne's cremains are buried together in a single grave located in Section 10 of Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Southfield, Michigan.)
Dad was living with his parents, and Mother was living with her paternal grandparents in McCordsville, Indiana at the time she was graduated from high school. Mother's mother had died when she was very young, and when her father remarried, she was sent to live with his parents. Mother had gotten a new dress to wear to her high school graduation. Dad, who had dropped out of high school during his senior year, and Mother had been seeing each other so they were expected by the families to get married soon after Mother was graduated. They did, and Mother was requested to wear her graduation dress as her wedding dress. Upon getting married, they moved in with Dad's parents. As was generally the custom, the youngest son was expected to care for his parents in their waning years. That demanded that his wife share the burden.
At the time I was born, my parents already had two daughters, Easter Lillian and Freda Iona. Dad was tending his parents' farm where they all lived. The farm had a three bedroom house with a kitchen, pantry and living room so living quarters were satisfactory for the time. We had no plumbing and no electricity. The wood and coal burning stove in the living room plus the kitchen range were our means of keeping warm during the cold Indiana winters.
Primarily it was Mother who maintained and milked a number of cows for beef, milk and creamery products. The milk was run through a centrifuge called a milk separator which separated the cream from the milk. The cream not needed for our family was shipped in five gallon cans by an Interurban car to a creamery in Indianapolis. This provided some cash revenue to purchase our clothing and food which could not be produced on the farm. Hogs were also raised to provide pork and cooking fat. The animals not needed for our food or for maintaining the herds were sold, on foot, to animal buyers at the Union Stock Yards in Indianapolis. They were initially transported to the stock yards in horse drawn wagons and later by truck. Farming was performed through the use of horses. Because gasoline powered vehicles were rare, transportation was with horse drawn buggies and carriages.
My parents grew produce in a large garden or "truck patch" which was tended primarily by Mother with some help from Dad and a little from us children. Many times we kids mistakenly pulled the vegetable plants instead of the weeds. To preserve some of the vegetables such as cabbage and celery, Dad dug a hole near the house. The vegetables were wrapped in newspapers and then placed in the hole and covered with the dirt taken from the hole. During the winter when Mother would need some of the buried vegetables, Dad would dig them up from the hole and re-cover the remaining vegetables.
Our water was obtained by manually pumping it from one of the three wells dug on our farm. Also, rain water was collected in a barrel directed from the roof on the house. This soft water was heated in a built-in reservoir in the kitchen range and was used to wash our hair. The rain water was also heated on the stove top in larger containers and used for taking our Saturday evening baths. Well water was heated on the kitchen range for laundering our clothing. Because there was no plumbing, our toilet was a three-holer located about 150 feet from the house. There was one small hole used by the children and two large holes used by the adults. The number of holes was necessary when more than one of us had an urgent call at the same time. Our toilet paper was usually pages from a Sears & Roebuck catalogue which also provided reading material when on the "perch." Sometime during the Spring of each year, it was necessary to tip the toilet forward, empty the poop and spread the poop on the fields away from the house. That revolting undertaking was called "honey dipping."
Although Dad was very mechanically inclined, he detested farming with a passion. He did not like working with horses because of their varied temperaments and the unproductive work involved in maintaining them as the power source for the farming activities. Dad wanted to become a tool maker by trade. While his parents were still living, one of his brothers arranged for a job for Dad in Indianapolis in which Dad could learn the art of tool making. When Dad came downstairs the morning he was to report to work, he was dressed in non-farming clothing. Grandpa Mock asked him where he thought he was going, and Dad told him. Grandpa became very angry and ordered him to get his farm clothes on and get to work on the farm. Dad followed his orders but carried his disappointment the remainder of his life because that order from his father sealed his fate to always be a farmer.
Dad loved dogs and always had one. Either it was a hunting hound or a small terrier. Dad loved to hunt and fish and thereby provided many fresh fish and much wild game for the table. At one point in the mid-1920's, Dad had a very small terrier named Foxie. When Foxie was about three years old, Dad bred her with a male terrier owned by a neighbor. When Foxie was heavy with puppies, Dad lifted her onto the bed of his brother who was bedfast because of poor health. For some unknown reason, Grandma became angry and pushed Foxie off the bed onto the floor which cause her to die before giving birth to her puppies. Dad cried off and on for many days, and I believe he never forgave his mother for what she had done even though he had been very close to his mother during her lifetime.
During those many years while caring for her in-laws in their late lives and mothering her six children while helping with the farm work, I never heard my mother complain. She would not permit one child to criticize another but would, instead, always find something good to point out when criticism was attempted. Mother always provided the soothing effect during troubling periods. Not enough can be put into words to describe the wonderful mother who birthed me, and with Dad, raised and cared for me until I struck out on my own at the age of twenty in 1934."
Added by Sue (Stoner) Evans, granddaughter:
The above bio, written by my uncle, makes Robert's father Michael Mock II sound overbearing and mean when he ordered my grandfather to work on the farm (according to Sam Mock "they were planting corn that day") instead of taking the job to learn tool making. According to my mother, Freda Mock Stoner, whose family lived with her grandparents until she finished high school and married, her grandfather Michael was one of the kindest and gentlest men she ever knew. However, according to Sam Mock, Robert and Flossie's youngest child, because of having to stay a farmer, Robert vowed that he would never stand in the way of his children doing what they wanted to do.
Six Children: Easter Lillian (Mock) Manship of Indiana (b. 1909 – d. 1995), Freda Iona (Mock) Stoner of Indiana (b. 1912 – d. 2004), Robert Alonzo Mock of Michigan (b. 1914 – d. 2001), Erbin McCord Mock of Tennessee (b. 1917 – d. 1967 Find A Grave Memorial# 89570405), Flora Belle (Mock) Craig Gross of Indiana (b. 1920 – d. 1985), Samuel Carl Mock of Indiana (b. 1925 - )
The following has been adapted from a document written by Robert's son Bob for his children and contains information about both Robert and his wife Flossie. Please see the bio at Flossie's site for additional insight to the lives of the wonderful Robert and Flossie Mock:
"I, Robert Alonzo Mock, was born to my parents Robert Faucett and Flossie Ina Day Mock on a farm near Oaklandon, Indiana, on May 20, 1914. Dad was the youngest of nine children, and Mother was the older of two children. (Note: As of July 2013, Robert Alonzo Mock did not have a memmorial on FindaGrave. His and his wife Anne's cremains are buried together in a single grave located in Section 10 of Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Southfield, Michigan.)
Dad was living with his parents, and Mother was living with her paternal grandparents in McCordsville, Indiana at the time she was graduated from high school. Mother's mother had died when she was very young, and when her father remarried, she was sent to live with his parents. Mother had gotten a new dress to wear to her high school graduation. Dad, who had dropped out of high school during his senior year, and Mother had been seeing each other so they were expected by the families to get married soon after Mother was graduated. They did, and Mother was requested to wear her graduation dress as her wedding dress. Upon getting married, they moved in with Dad's parents. As was generally the custom, the youngest son was expected to care for his parents in their waning years. That demanded that his wife share the burden.
At the time I was born, my parents already had two daughters, Easter Lillian and Freda Iona. Dad was tending his parents' farm where they all lived. The farm had a three bedroom house with a kitchen, pantry and living room so living quarters were satisfactory for the time. We had no plumbing and no electricity. The wood and coal burning stove in the living room plus the kitchen range were our means of keeping warm during the cold Indiana winters.
Primarily it was Mother who maintained and milked a number of cows for beef, milk and creamery products. The milk was run through a centrifuge called a milk separator which separated the cream from the milk. The cream not needed for our family was shipped in five gallon cans by an Interurban car to a creamery in Indianapolis. This provided some cash revenue to purchase our clothing and food which could not be produced on the farm. Hogs were also raised to provide pork and cooking fat. The animals not needed for our food or for maintaining the herds were sold, on foot, to animal buyers at the Union Stock Yards in Indianapolis. They were initially transported to the stock yards in horse drawn wagons and later by truck. Farming was performed through the use of horses. Because gasoline powered vehicles were rare, transportation was with horse drawn buggies and carriages.
My parents grew produce in a large garden or "truck patch" which was tended primarily by Mother with some help from Dad and a little from us children. Many times we kids mistakenly pulled the vegetable plants instead of the weeds. To preserve some of the vegetables such as cabbage and celery, Dad dug a hole near the house. The vegetables were wrapped in newspapers and then placed in the hole and covered with the dirt taken from the hole. During the winter when Mother would need some of the buried vegetables, Dad would dig them up from the hole and re-cover the remaining vegetables.
Our water was obtained by manually pumping it from one of the three wells dug on our farm. Also, rain water was collected in a barrel directed from the roof on the house. This soft water was heated in a built-in reservoir in the kitchen range and was used to wash our hair. The rain water was also heated on the stove top in larger containers and used for taking our Saturday evening baths. Well water was heated on the kitchen range for laundering our clothing. Because there was no plumbing, our toilet was a three-holer located about 150 feet from the house. There was one small hole used by the children and two large holes used by the adults. The number of holes was necessary when more than one of us had an urgent call at the same time. Our toilet paper was usually pages from a Sears & Roebuck catalogue which also provided reading material when on the "perch." Sometime during the Spring of each year, it was necessary to tip the toilet forward, empty the poop and spread the poop on the fields away from the house. That revolting undertaking was called "honey dipping."
Although Dad was very mechanically inclined, he detested farming with a passion. He did not like working with horses because of their varied temperaments and the unproductive work involved in maintaining them as the power source for the farming activities. Dad wanted to become a tool maker by trade. While his parents were still living, one of his brothers arranged for a job for Dad in Indianapolis in which Dad could learn the art of tool making. When Dad came downstairs the morning he was to report to work, he was dressed in non-farming clothing. Grandpa Mock asked him where he thought he was going, and Dad told him. Grandpa became very angry and ordered him to get his farm clothes on and get to work on the farm. Dad followed his orders but carried his disappointment the remainder of his life because that order from his father sealed his fate to always be a farmer.
Dad loved dogs and always had one. Either it was a hunting hound or a small terrier. Dad loved to hunt and fish and thereby provided many fresh fish and much wild game for the table. At one point in the mid-1920's, Dad had a very small terrier named Foxie. When Foxie was about three years old, Dad bred her with a male terrier owned by a neighbor. When Foxie was heavy with puppies, Dad lifted her onto the bed of his brother who was bedfast because of poor health. For some unknown reason, Grandma became angry and pushed Foxie off the bed onto the floor which cause her to die before giving birth to her puppies. Dad cried off and on for many days, and I believe he never forgave his mother for what she had done even though he had been very close to his mother during her lifetime.
During those many years while caring for her in-laws in their late lives and mothering her six children while helping with the farm work, I never heard my mother complain. She would not permit one child to criticize another but would, instead, always find something good to point out when criticism was attempted. Mother always provided the soothing effect during troubling periods. Not enough can be put into words to describe the wonderful mother who birthed me, and with Dad, raised and cared for me until I struck out on my own at the age of twenty in 1934."
Added by Sue (Stoner) Evans, granddaughter:
The above bio, written by my uncle, makes Robert's father Michael Mock II sound overbearing and mean when he ordered my grandfather to work on the farm (according to Sam Mock "they were planting corn that day") instead of taking the job to learn tool making. According to my mother, Freda Mock Stoner, whose family lived with her grandparents until she finished high school and married, her grandfather Michael was one of the kindest and gentlest men she ever knew. However, according to Sam Mock, Robert and Flossie's youngest child, because of having to stay a farmer, Robert vowed that he would never stand in the way of his children doing what they wanted to do.
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