The second child of WILLIAM ARTHUR & EDNA CAUBLE was born on August 13, 1913 and they named her GLADYS LAURA. The name Laura being for Edna's beloved mother LAURA (LOVEALL) FOX. Gladys Laura grew up on the home place in Walnut Grove Missouri and she recalls those years in her presentation given at one of the family reunions. She writes: "When our president Nelson asked me to put in written word some memoirs of our parents to be read here today, many poignant moments came to mind but time allows for only a few. One impressionable thing which I distinctly recall is that our mother told us many times that because her Mother died when she was hardly more than a baby; she grew up never knowing the meaning of ‘mother love.' Throughout her childhood, she often yearned for this maternal feeling and wondered what the emotion was like. To her surprise and joy, this natural desire was fulfilled in rather a reverse way. She said when she, herself became a mother and held Lois, her first born in her arms for the first time, she was overcome with the presence of this ‘mother love'. She often said that this event was her very first time to experience mother love. Even though she bore many problems, I remember her as always smiling and happy and enjoying her children. I believe we all inherited her strong ‘yen' for picnics, of which we had many. Mother, as all of you sisters and brothers know, adored picnics and she never lost her enthusiasm for them. I remember when we were children we often went down to the branch and gathered watercress and mother always found something to put between the bread for sandwiches for our impromptu picnic …. Bacon much of the time. Even with all her work, she sometimes joined us. I remember Dad as a terrific hunter, always owning purebred dogs which often defeathered and devoured one of Mother's chickens, much to her chagrin. Dad was the best hunter around ‘those parts' and brought home his legal quota of the delicate quails in short order. He often returned the same day for another quota to be shared with neighbors. As we know, he was a great ball player. He taught me to throw a curve ball of which I was quite proud. Don, I'm sure your talent as a baseball player came about naturally. Most of you younger brothers and sisters probably don't remember that as a young man, Dad was handsome. Although he grayed early, his hair was dark, almost black when I was small. I recall that Dad could always hold an audience which he did expertly as an auctioneer of farm tools etc. Mixing his ‘puns' with the sales jargon he possessed a bit of the ‘ham'. Could Nelson, our honorable president have come about his talent for ‘hamming it up' in an honest way, I ask you! Even though we children may have thought Dad's jokes to be corny at times, Mother never seemed to lack in appreciation for them. Another outstanding memory of our childhood dates back to the cold Missouri winters. At night, when we were in nightgowns and ready for bed, Mother had us stand up on the old family bench, which I believe you now have Berniece, and she held a blanket against the old wood and coal stove until it was quite warm before she quickly wrapped it around one of us. She then picked the child up quickly in her arms whisking her off to bed and returned to repeat the act with the next waiting in line on the bench and continuing until she had us all warm and in our beds. Christmas was a big event. I recall long before Santa was due, Dad brought home gunny sacks overflowing with toys which Mother found places to hide … but not from Dad. He couldn't wait until Christmas and managed to sneak out a few of Santa's surprises and give us ahead of time. One outstanding event that took place shortly after Bill and I married which I believe shows that the protecting love we received was not in vain. The family lived in Aldrich then. It was winter and a Sunday afternoon. Sandra was a tiny baby and Nelson was about ten years old and he sat holding Sandra so protectively on his lap all wrapped in a blanket and hugging the stove. Bill has often commented on this picture. Could it be that the love we knew as children is somewhat responsible for holding us together now with these reunions? For a Mother who never knew the love of her own mother, I'm sure we all agree she certainly expressed far more than her share and not only to her children but her grandchildren as well. After her graduation from Walnut Grove High School, Gladys Laura entered nurse's training at the old Burge Deaconess Hospital in Springfield Missouri and she became a registered nurse on March 20, 1935. On January 31, 1937, Gladys Laura Cauble and William Raef were married. Bill was born in Lebanon Missouri on July 5, 1904. He was the son of Daniel and Alvena (Carlson) Raef. Gladys and Bill were married in Springfield. They left Missouri to make their home in California. Bill worked at the career of retail sales and spent many years in the sewing machine business. In 1970 he received a certificate of service from Macy's Department store. It recognized his faithful and devoted service. It states that the service performed during his period of 15 years, contributed importantly to the growth and development of Macy's California and to the high esteem in which it is held in the eyes of the Public. 14 years later, in 1984, Bill retired from this career and finding time on his hands, studied for and received his Real Estate License. He received the Cauble family's Outstanding Achievement award for this effort. Gladys Laura has been writing professionally for many years. She has published short stories and articles in many publications including the Christian Science Monitor. She then concentrated on books. They usually are mysteries and career type novels geared to the young adult. She has received recognition in her profession and has served as the president of the Peninsula Branch of the California Writers Club and has received the prestigious Jack London award. She is also listed in Alice Catt Arrnstron's Who's Who in California, and Marquis biographical dictionary and their Who's Who in the West, and also in Who's Who of American Women. She is a member of the National Register of Who's Who.
MEMORIES OF OUR FAMILY by Gladys Laura
With a wagon loaded with chickens and his pregnant wife, William Henry Harrison Cauble (11/17/40-7/6/28) left his birthplace of Salem, Indiana and headed west in search of a better ~ life. For three trying months, herding cattle all the way, Will trudged alongside. Finally, his journey ended in Missouri where he homesteaded and built a house. He couldn't have known that this location was soon to be called the Mason-Dixon line, a division separating the North from the South. Civil War was about to erupt. Because his house leaned slightly northward, Will was classified as a Yankee when the fighting started. While
serving the North, Will slept many nights on the ground, only to awaken blanketed deep in snow. Somewhere along the way, he acquired a bullet in his right leg, a momento he carried to his grave. After the death of his first wife, this Yankee married Susan Almenia Lee (2/21/1849-1/1/29) a Confederate, a grand and ,proud Southerner from Virginia and a descendant of General Robert E. Lee 0
The couple parented two children, Mary Lee and William Arthur. Arthur first met his wife-to-be, Edna May Fox, at the age of fifteen, and Edna ten. He ran into her at
school and nearly knocked her over. Struck by her beauty, he blurted out, "Someday, I'm going to marry you!" That day came five years later after Arthur had
experienced a lot of youthful living. Let it be noted here that Arthur was a maverick of his time. At the age of fifteen, he kissed a girl in church, an act that propelled
him into a new and unusual experience. The following day of the "unforgivable sin" Arthur was helping his father, Wil, pitch hay from the wagon into the barn loft. Arthur was spreading the hay when he glanced out and saw the preacher's long strides bringing him straight to the barn. Before he could scramble to the ground, Arthur heard the preacher say to Wil, 'Mr. Cauble, we've got to do some-thing about Arthur. Here, Arthur took matters into his own hands, or feet to be exact. With lightning speed, he squirreled out of the loft, bolted across the field and headed toward an approaching freight train. As it slowed down for the bridge, Arthur grabbed the rail of one of the cars and hopped on, quickly hiding himself in the car. Shortly afterwards, a roving trainman slammed tight the boxcar door and Arthur found himself imprisoned with a load of overripe yellow onions. For three warm days and nights, he had no intake except the acrid odor of these rotting onions. When at last the boxcar door opened, Arthur found his freedom in the wild West, a territory later to become the state of Washington. This was cowboy country, and the youth soon became a cowboy. He relished the fresh air, roping cattle and sleeping under the stars for five years. When he finally returned to his parents' home in Missouri, he found the girl he'd never forgotten, the child he vowed to marry, Edna May Fox (4/15/1894-10/15/65) One rainy day, the couple borrowed a horse and buggy and drove to Bolivar and were married. Edna knew little about her family. Her mother, Laura Loveall, died when Edna was two years old. Her father, Nelson Fox, remarried and raised another family. Edna had one brother, Homer, whom she loved dearly. Edna and Arthur moved in with his parents and they started a family. It should be noted here that sixty years later when Arthur and Edna moved to Kenewick, Washington where Arthur worked on a defense project, he yearned to revisit his old cowboy country, now known as Walla Walla, Washington. This dream was realized, and while there, he struck up a conversation with an elderly gentleman, nearing ninety, a United states Marshal at the time Arthur was a young cowboy. Needless to say, there'd been previous confrontations between the two which they were able to laugh about these many years later. Arthur was an expert in sports. He always won in skeet shooting contests. A great hunter, he once brought down twenty-three quails with twenty-two shots. Arthur was a professional baseball p1ayer,a pitcher on the minor league of the Ark-Ok1a team. His hopes for joining a major league were dashed when, due to an old back injury, he failed to pass the physical examination. While all this was taking place, Edna, the most loving mother one could ever know, was home caring for the family, including Grandma and Grandpa. She was dearly loved by
both. Grandpa kept busy reading and talltaling to the children, while Grandma, a good-natured but feisty woman of small stature helped Edna with the cooking.
After losing Edna and Arthur, the children voted to hold a biennial reunion. August 1988 makes the eleventh. The second and third generations are great enthusiasts of this and vow to keep it going.
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