Travel and Leisure for the Clint Troutman Family

Travel was also part of the picture for Clint and Mary Troutman’s family. Of course the first long trip for the three oldest children was the train ride from Missouri to Nebraska about 1913, but even after settling in Nebraska, they continued taking shorter trips. “One time when I was a small boy,” Verne said, “I went to Minnesota on a train with Mother to see Grandma and Grandpa Waggoner. When we got there and started walking away from the train, I said, ‘We are going to walk home, now.’ My mother told me that, years later.”1

Virginia was included in that trip, too; her memories varied somewhat: “I remember looking out the train windows, as we crossed the Mississippi River, and being terribly frightened. But mother told us that when we went to bed that night [on the train] Verne looked up to her with his big blue eyes and said, ‘Mama, the kids don’t know we have a good bed, do they?’”2 According to Virginia, Verne was four and she was two on this trip.

Before Clint purchased their Model T, they drove to town in a wagon pulled by a team of horses. The Model T made travel easier for visits to family members in other counties. Mary’s sister, Amanda and her family lived near an Indian reservation in Thurston County. “Once we went on vacation to the Indian powwow at Winnebago, Nebraska, and stayed with my Aunt Amanda and Uncle Dallas and watched the Indians dance and cook puppy stew,” Verne recalled. “This was my favorite vacation, I guess.”3 Most likely, they drove the Model T on this vacation.

There are many details I love about the above photo, but the best is that my grandmother Mary is at the wheel. In front: Neville, Carl, and Virginia; in back: Clint, Verne, and James.

Fishing was also a part of the fun times: “We also went fishing to the Elkorn River several times. Once we went to Lake Andes, South Dakota and caught a lot of fish.”4 Usually, fishermen show off their catch with a smile, but the children in the photo below seem to be trying to ignore that big fish hanging from Carl's right hand.

Carl, Virginia, James, Verne, and the big fish, c. 1924.

 Short trips could be just as much an adventure as long ones. Once a road trip turned a little scary when a storm came up suddenly. “When I was small we went to Pilger one time in the Model T and stayed till about dark. Came up a rain storm on the way home, and Dad pulled into a farm house drive way of a corn crib, [and] put on the side curtains of the Model T. It was thundering, lightning, and raining. He put chains on the Model T and pulled the mud home. No graveled roads at that time.”5 The corncribs had a drive through so you could pull a wagon into it and load it with corn. That’s where Clint would have found shelter to put the side curtains and chains on the car.

Always a favorite was the county fair, not just the midway, but the opportunity for the children to show their 4-H projects. This was a vacation, of sorts, since they stayed the whole week to take care of their animals. “We always went to the county fair.” Verne said. “I showed baby beef calves at the Wayne County Fair and had the Grand Champion steer at the fair in 1930. We had a 4-H club and stayed at the fair and slept in the loft of the barn.”6 What fun for a kid to sleep in the barn loft! Maybe, not so much for the adults. 

Verne's 4-H calves, c. 1930.

Saturday evening trips to town were an eagerly anticipated part of the week. “Saturday nights we went to Winside and watched the people on the street. We would go to Fleers Store. . . .”7 There they could buy just about all the things you can think of that filled general stores, from candy and groceries, to clothing, to items for the home and farm. (In later years, Carl married the daughter of the Fleer store’s owner; he eventually bought out his father-in-law and modernized the store.)

 Sundays also were special days. “Sundays we went to church and when we came home Mother had a good dinner.” Neville recalls. "My favorite meal was fried chicken, potatoes, gravy, Jell-O salad and pie. I forgot a vegetable. Mother had a garden. We had green beans, peas, corn, squash, potatoes and sometimes my Dad tried raising watermelons. We went to Grace Methodist church in the country. We had Sunday School. My dad took us in a Model T. We had ice cream socials by lantern light. The homemade ice cream and cake were so good. I can still remember how good the cakes smelled. I remember my Sunday School teacher. She was short. One time she sat by me in church. I had grown as tall as she was. Her name was Mrs. Montgomery. On Easter we went to church early.8 Neville wasn’t so tall herself, not more than about 5’ 2” or so. (Her children may correct me on this.)

Verne, James, Carl, Virginia, Neville, & unknown in back, c. 1924.

 Cleanliness was, of course, next to godliness. A boy couldn’t go to church with dirty ears. Verne found out the hard way: “Another time we started to the country church. I was about 8-9 years old. Got up the road a little ways, Mother examined my neck and ears and put me out and I had to go back home because they were dirty. I was little enough I was afraid and stayed around the corn crib till they came home.”9 I wonder what it was about the corn crib that felt safer than the house.

Whether it was work, play, or travel, Clint and Mary and their children made life an adventure  on the farm in the 1920s in Nebraska.

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1 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story,” edited by Z. T. Noble, computer files, “Dad’s Story2.”

2 Nelsen, Virginia, Rogers, Arkansas, to Zola Noble, letter, 4 August 2000, stories of her life; Virginia Nelsen letters, box; privately held, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.

3 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story.”

4 Ibid.

5 Ibid.

6 Ibid.

7 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” compiled by Sharon Lamson, Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998, Troutman: Family Newsletters and Other Historical Info, binder, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016.

8 Ibid.

9 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story.”

Fun Times on the Troutman Farm

Despite the fact that my father, Verne Troutman, and his siblings learned to work on the farm at a young age, they had plenty of fun times. And even work could be full of fun—or at least, full of mischief.

The children were not above playing tricks on their mother. Verne recalls, “When I and Carl were real small about 4 or 5, Mother sent us to the cob house to get cobs for the cook stove to burn. Carl layed down in the cobs and told me he was going to die. I went back in the house, so mother said, and told her Carl died and like to scared her to death. She ran to the cob house and Carl was laying there pretending dead.”1 Mary was none too happy about that. I wonder if the boys got spanked? Like typical children, they argued about who would do the dishes, but the water fights were the most fun. They ran around the house with containers filled with water and tried to throw it on each other.2

Most of their play times were outdoors. Verne’s “favorite toys were a bike, a sled, and a wagon.”3 The Troutman kids also created makeshift toys from whatever they found lying around on the farm. Verne recalls, “We had an old horse buggy that we stripped down and would coast down hills on it.” Also, “we made swings out of rope hung in a tree. . . . I never had any roller skates or ice skates, but we skated on the pond without skates.”4 Who needs skates, after all? Just slide with your boots. “In the summer,” Neville recalls, “I would wade in the water in the ditches after a rain. We had play houses. We marked them off in the grove, and when the corn cribs were empty we had them there.”5 Anything can be made into a play house if your imagination allows it.

The children also never lacked for pets. They always had family dogs and cats and horses. The animals were part and parcel of a farm. The cats lived in the barn and kept the rodent population down. One or two cats might have been tamed to hang about the house, but Mary never would have allowed cats or dogs in the house. Neville and her cousin Wilma sometimes dressed the cats in clothes.6 Dogs assisted in hunting and farm work. Neville recalls, “We always had a dog that slept under the porch. The cats lived in the barn. The best pet we ever had was a light yellow dog named Rover. . . . I fed him scraps from the table. . . . We also had a dog named Rex. He was more like a police dog. We would go out on the porch, Carl could yodel and Rex would howl. . . . . We had a pony named Brownie. He was very smart. He would stop short and we would fly off over his head. He could unlock gates and let the horses out. We also had a canary in a cage. Carl let it out and it died.”7 Verne loved his dogs, but horses were his favorites. Around age ten, he and his friend Richard Moses began their horse back riding adventures together.8

Verne, age 15, and Brownie, 1929.

 

Large gatherings of family and friends created special times. “We went swimming in Logan Creek and the Elkhorn River with family and friends in Nebraska,” Verne recalls. “Every year when I was a boy a lot of people who settled Nebraska from Virginia had a Virginia picnic get together. Most of them were from Grayson and Smyth counties. . . . On the Fourth of July we usually went to some town for a celebration, had homemade ice cream and so on.”9 Typical of all people who migrate far from their places of origin, the Virginia folks found comfort in gathering with their own for fun, food, and fellowship.

At these gatherings or during recess at school the children organized themselves to play games. Verne recalls, “Games we played included pump pump pull away, fox and goose in the snow, hide and seek, and ring around the rosie.”10

Virginia explaines the games in more detail:

Hide and Seek. During recess “there weren’t a lot of places to hide of course behind the school house, the outdoor toilets, the wood and cob or coal shed, the little barn for riding horses (some children rode to school) and a big boxelder tree.”

Anti Over. “The children were divided into sides. Side 1 was given a ball. The game began when one of the big boys or girls, or the teacher, would attempt to throw the ball over the roof of the school. When the ball was thrown, everyone on side 1 would yell, “Anti Over” to alert the team on the other side to watch for the ball. If the ball didn’t make it over the roof to the other side, everyone called out “Pig Tail.” When the ball was thrown over and caught by someone on the team of side 2, half of the team went one way around the school house and half the other way. The person with the ball tagged as many as he could that were on side 1. Those students then became a part of side 2. The game continued until all students were on one side or until recess was over. Our teacher often played this game with us.

Pom, Pom Pull Away. “The object was to run from the first base to the second base without getting caught by ‘It’ when he called “Pom, pom, pull-away, if you don’t come, I’ll pull you away.” Those tagged joined ‘It’ in the next shout and chase.”

New Orleans. “Side 1 decided what activity they would pantomime (churning butter, milking cows, frying pancakes, petting a dog, etc.,) and moved to the center . . . shouting: ‘Here we come.’

Side 2 moved to the center also and replied: ‘Where are you from?’

Side 1: ‘New Orleans.’

Side 2: ‘What’s your trade?’

Side 1: ‘Ice cream and lemonade.’

Side 2: ‘Get to work and show us some if you’re not afraid.’

At that time side 1 would begin their pantomime, and side 2 would try to guess it. If they guessed correctly, side 1 ran for their base, and all who were tagged joined side 2. If side 2 could not guess, they ‘gave up,’ and side 1 began again with a new pantomime.”

Shinny. “This was a (sometimes rough) game played by the older boys. Each player would search the groves or orchard for a branch that curved like a hockey stick. Both teams would have a home base and a lead-off man. In the center of the playing field, the two leads stood facing each other with the puck (a piece of wood or a tin can) between them. On the “one” and “two” they raised and clicked their sticks together. On “three,” each attempted to get the puck to his players so they could score (much like hockey).”11

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1 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story,” edited by Z. T. Noble, computer files, “Dad’s Story2.”

2 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” compiled by Sharon Lamson, Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998.

3 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story.”

4 Ibid.

5 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book.”

6 Ibid.

7 Ibid.

8Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story.”

9 Ibid.

10 Ibid.

11 Virginia Nelsen, “Virginia Remembers Country School,” Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998, Troutman: Family Newsletters and Other Historical Info, binder, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016.

A Child's Life on a Nebraska Farm, 1920s

At a young age, my father, Verne Troutman, and his siblings were expected to help with the farm work. Dad used to tell about his father, Clint. sending him to town driving a team of horses and a wagon to deliver a load of corn. He was seven years old. His father gave him a dime, and he bought himself a cheese sandwich and an ice cream cone to eat while he waited for the wagon to be unloaded. Then he drove the empty wagon home. Mission accomplished. He was proud, a little man.

He remembers: “I had work to do from seven years old: raked hay, drove a team of horses, swept hay, cultivated corn, cut weeds, brought in wood and cobs [for the fire], fed pigs, fed calves, and so forth.

“It was hard to keep cool in summer on a hot Nebraska day. We would cool off by sitting in the shade of a tree or haystack sometimes while taking a break from farm work.”1

Carl and Verne and their 4-H calves.

Neville's duties were less risky: “As a child, I set the table and waited on my brothers at the table, did dishes and helped clean house. I also ironed my brothers’ work shirts. Outside, I gathered eggs, fed the chickens, ducks and dog, carried water from the well, and picked fruit and berries. I picked wild flowers for my Mother when I walked home from Country School.

“I also took sandwiches and cold drinks to the men working in the fields. The boys worked hard in the fields. Carl and Verne cranked the separator (to separate the cream from the milk) and I washed it. I didn’t like carrying water from the well. One time Carl and I had to go down a small hill through a gate to carry a pail of water from the well. We got in an argument about closing the gate. Dad spanked both of us.

“My brothers caught muskrats. My Dad showed them how to skin them and stretch them on boards. Then they sold the hides for their fur.”1

Clint, Mary, Virginia, James, Neville, and Verne.

Virginia helped with beehives, potatoes, and corn: “My dad kept bees, and he had quite a few colonies. I remember he had to order the queen bee, and I remember him going to the mailbox and hearing the bees humming in a container that had bees in it. Then he would put the queen bee in the hive. In the fall he took the honey from the bees and he cooked it in a big metal kettle. . . . The comb melted and it all came to the top, three to four inches thick. Dad would have to check the bins, and [then] we’d turn it off, and we’d get the honey.

“One time I got stung. When I was about seven years old, I was going barefoot and I stepped on a bee. My mother ran out into the cornfield to tell Dad that I needed to go to the doctor.  The doctor didn’t really do anything but remove the stinger. My brother Carl said, “The only reason you lived was because of Mother’s prayers.” The doctor told my dad never to let me get stung by a bee again because a bee sting was as poisonous to me as a rattlesnake bite to most people.

Clint and a load of apples. The older man looks like Mary's father, Eli Waggoner. Actually, this was probably taken in Missouri about 1910-13, but I included it because it shows the work methods.

“Dad planted lots of potatoes, and in the fall we took a plow, a single horse plow, and plowed these out. And then the five kids each had a pail and we walked down the potato rows picking up the potatoes. When we were done we took the pail to the wagon and emptied it. By the time we were finished, we had a wagonload of potatoes. And we’d take it up to the cave [root cellar]. We’d carry it a bushel basket of potatoes at a time. We had a potato bin in our cave. It was a big cave with a lot of steps and I remember thinking how strong my brothers were to carry those potatoes down there. Then by the time spring came we’d have to go down there, and that was one of my jobs to sprout all those potatoes. I don’t remember why, but Mother couldn’t give those sprouts to the chickens. She’d have to take those someplace where the chickens couldn’t get them. [At least, Grandma knew that potato sprouts are toxic.]

“When the corn was tall enough we went through the cornfield with hoes and chopped out all the cockleburs and other weeds. We helped my dad pick corn.”2

Verne remembers picking corn on Thanksgiving Day: “We went hunting on Thanksgiving if we were not picking corn. If we were not through picking corn, we all [worked] that day, Mother and two boys on one wagon, Dad and one boy on another. When school was out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, we really went after that cornfield. Dad had to scoop it all in the crib, as we boys were too little to scoop. We would throw some of it off for him.”3

Clint and a wagon load of corn.

Neville picked corn to earn a pair of shoes: “I wore heels for some time. I mean high heels. One time my Dad said if I would pick corn he would give me money for a new pair of high heels. I hated picking corn and the sandburs. I suppose I got the shoes.”4

Clint and Mary believed in the adage, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Though work was necessary, play times were plentiful. Next time.

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1 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story,” edited by Z. T. Noble, computer files, “Dad’s Story2.”
2 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” compiled by Sharon Lamson, Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016.

3 Virginia Nelsen, “Aunt Virginia's Stories,” audiotape, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016.

4 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story."

5 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book.”

© 2016, Z. T. Noble

More Stories: A Belt, Pants on Fire, and a Christmas Tree

One year between 2000 and 2005—I can’t remember exactly which one—when my husband and I drove from Indiana to the Troutman family reunion in Nebraska, my Aunt Virginia didn’t show up. She didn’t feel well enough to travel all the way from Arkansas, her son reported. Aunt Neville had died in 2000 at age 90, and Virginia was about 85 or so. She was the only one of my father’s siblings left. I worried that I wouldn’t see her again. I felt drawn to Arkansas, but we had planned to vacation in South Dakota after the reunion. When I expressed my concerns to my husband, he agreed to head south instead.

Except for lots of aches and pains, Aunt Virginia’s health didn’t seem to be as fragile as I had feared. We spent a delightful day with her and Uncle Leo. Her ready smile, her dark eyes brimming with love, Aunt Virginia nudged us with questions about our lives. At my request, however, she told stories about her childhood, which I recorded. I’ve already shared a few of them. Here are a couple more school days stories, mostly in her words, but edited a bit.

“There was a girl in school named Hilda Runge. I don’t know if Verne sort of liked her or disliked her, but anyhow he pulled [the] belt off of her coat. I think this was during the winter, and then hit her with the belt, and the belt buckle hurt her. Her dad—I guess she showed [her injury] to him. He wrote a note to the teacher, and said, ‘If you can’t take care of those Troutman boys, I’ll do it for you.’"

Leave it to little sister to tell tales on her naughty brother.

Virginia and Neville, c. 1920.

Virginia (center), her friends and their kittens, c. 1925.

Virginia continued, “When I was in seventh grade and Verne was in eighth, [our teacher required us to raise] our hand to recite, and when she called on us, we were expected to stand. That morning, Verne had some matches in his pocket, [which he had used to help] burn off the cornfield for Dad. . . . He raised his hand to recite and stood up. And as he stood up, his back pocket brushed against his seat, the seat of his desk, and started some matches on fire. [Suddenly, he began] pounding his pocket because the fire was burning through.” What a disturbance that must have made in the classroom!

Virginia's stories included other topics, too:

“One time, Mother’s brother Uncle Jake—Jacob  Waggoner—lived with us. The five of us were very small and all of us had small pox at the same time except Mother. She had had the vaccination when she was in college, so she took care of all of us. Uncle Jake was sort of a clown, he gave us all nicknames, and Verne’s nickname was Jack Rock.”

Aunt Amanda, James and Neville, c. 1912.

“We had our first Christmas tree when I was about seven and Verne was about nine, and I remember how thrilled we were with it. We all sat down [with] colored strips of paper and made colored chains, and we popped popcorn and strung it and decorated our tree. Each of us made (or Aunt Amanda sent each of us) a cardboard decoration with a string attached and with the same picture on each side. Mine was a little drummer boy. I still have mine. . . . We were so thrilled to have a Christmas tree that we joined hands and danced around the tree to the tune of ‘Here we Go Round the Mulberry Bush.’”

Virginia began singing, “’Here we go round the Christmas Tree, the Christmas Tree, the Christmas Tree. Here we go round the Christmas tree so early in the morning.’

"I remember that very well," she said. "I remember that Mom and Dad hung a watch on the tree from Jim [Clint’s brother in Virginia], a pocket watch."

Verne, 2nd from r. (not sure of the others), c. 1922-24.

In addition to Virginia’s memories of the first tree, Verne remembered Christmas, perhaps, before the tree: “At Christmas, we hung our stockings on the wall behind the stove. We always got a few toys and some clothes. We didn’t get lots of toys like children do today. I don’t remember being disappointed at Christmas time so I guess I got all I deserved. We always had plenty of snow to sleigh ride and did lots of it.”

Verne, his sled, and his dog, c. 1925.

The stories continue.

Sources: Virginia Nelsen, “Aunt Virginia's Stories,” audiotape, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016.
Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story,” edited by Z. T. Noble, computer files, Documents, Recovered, “Dad’s Story2.”

School Days, Those Good Old Golden Rule Days

Verne could hardly wait until recess time. His clear blue eyes belied his impatience as he glanced at the girl standing at her desk. The only other student in his grade at the one room rural school in Wayne County, Nebraska, District 81,1 Irma Vonseggern twisted the corner of her apron tie as she slowly articulated each word of the preamble to the Constitution, today’s history lesson.

The snowy outdoors beckoned, and waiting was difficult for a ten-year-old boy. When Irma finished, they could go. Running his hand through hair the color of hay, he thought of the row of sleds leaning against the building outside. The snow was packed and perfect for sledding down the hill from the school. Finally, Irma sat down.

“You may close your books,” his teacher said. She dismissed the children by rows to don their coats and boots. His row was last. Jim, Carl, and Neville were already outside.

Finally! With sun sparkling on the snow, Verne blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. Hat askew and scarf flapping, he charged outdoors. Grabbing his wooden sled, he and his best friend, Richard Moses, raced toward the road where other kids were already whizzing down the hill. Their shrieks and shouts and laughter filled the air. On some sleds as many as four children piled on top of each other, the top person shoving and flopping on when momentum picked up.

Verne and Richard took a running start. As Verne thumped the sled runners onto the snow and plopped stomach down, Richard landed on top of him, and off they went, snow spraying on either side and in their faces.  At the bottom of the hill, they rolled off the sled, brushed the snow off their clothes and dragged the sled back up for another ride.

With infrequent traffic on the country roads, especially during or after a snowfall, they gave little thought to cars even though partway down the hill was a cut-back that blocked the view of oncoming vehicles. This time, as Verne and Richard reached the cut-back, they whooshed in front of an oncoming car in the nick of time, the boys wide-eyed and the driver shaking his head. Fortunately, the car had been moving slowly because of the snow. They could hear the shouts of alarm from the teacher and the other children back at the school.

This is a scene I imagine from one of Aunt Virginia’s stories about school days. Telling this incident in later years, she thanked God for the boys’ safety.2

Just like children today, District 81 children mugged for the camera. In the photo below, I'd like to know who that little boy in center front is, but he's not my dad. Verne is the boy in the middle of row 3. Virginia is the first girl on the left of row 2, her white apron askew. This photo was taken about 1923-24. They certainly look like little, rag-tag farm kids.

Whatever it took, my paternal grandparents Mary and Clint Troutman made sure their children went to school.

Like most rural schools in those days, the building was a one-story, plain white, wood-sided structure usually standing on a corner lot donated by a local farmer. Three or four windows on each side provided light, perhaps a single bulb hanging from a cord if the school was lucky enough to be electrified. A hallway inside the front entrance sported metal hooks or wooden pegs where the children hung their coats, scarves, and mittens. On wet days in the spring and fall, a row of muddy boots, or snowy boots in winter, stood below the coats. If it wasn’t freezing, lunch pails sat on the hallway floor, but on cold days, the children carried their lunch pails inside the classroom, so the food wouldn’t freeze in the unheated entryway.3

On windy, winter days, the dads sometimes brought their children to school in horse-drawn sleighs or wagons filled with straw and heated bricks to keep the children’s feet warm.4 Clint’s children snuggled under a horse-hair blanket. Moisture from the horses' breath froze and hung in icicles from their noses.5

When they came to pick up their children on those snowy days, the dads would stand in the hallway and chat about their crops or their animals or another pressing farm issue. One of those days, Virginia overheard her dad talking, and for the first time, she noticed that his Virginia accent stood out from the others. She remembers: “The farmers were talking about shelling corn, a winter job when one man said he would need help. Instead of saying, ‘I’ll help you,’ [my dad] said, “Ah’l hep ya.’” Even so, some of the dads spoke with a German brogue, so her dad was not so unusual.6

Inside the classroom, the double desks, supplied with inkwells, were arranged in rows facing the teacher’s desk.  Each child had a seatmate. A black board and rolls of pull-down maps covered the wall behind the teacher. Above the board hung the American Flag plus portraits of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln solemnly eyeing the students.7 Every morning, the children recited the pledge to the flag. They used the board to write their math problems or perhaps diagram a sentence.

In the middle of the room stood a big, black pot-bellied stove.8 Whoever sat closest to it toasted in winter, while the ones seated around the edges of the room shivered from the drafty walls.

Many of Aunt Virginia's storied came out of that school. More to come.

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1 Virginia Nelsen, “Virginia Remembers Country School,” Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998, Troutman: Family Newsletters and Other Historical Info, binder, privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana, 2016. Also, Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” compiled by Sharon Lamson, Troutman Family Newsletter: This One’s a Keeper!, 1998. Also, Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Story,” edited by Z. T. Noble, computer files, Documents, Recovered, “Dad’s Story2.”

2 Virginia Nelsen, “Virginia Remembers.”

3 Ibid.

4 Ibid. Also, Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Stories.”

5 Verne Troutman, “Grandpa Verne’s Stories.”

6 Virginia Nelsen, “Virginia Remembers Country School.”

7 Ibid.

8 Ibid.

© 2016, Z. T. Noble

Clint and Mary: Early Years

The romance of my paternal grandparents, Clint and Mary, is legendary in our family: their parents’ objections, Mary’s family moving to Missouri, Clint’s walk over the mountain to board a train to follow his love to Missouri, his stop to take one last look over the valley of his home, the lump in his throat. Months ago, I wrote about it. To review, click here. Clint and Mary have also entered the picture as their stories have intersected with Clint’s sisters, Estelle and Daisy in the December and January blog posts.

But there’s more.

After their marriage in Audrain County on 27 October 1909,1 Clint and Mary lived in Missouri for three years or so.

Clint worked as a farm hand near Mexico, Audrain County where their first two children, Neville America and James Gordon, were born, Neville on 22 August 1910,2 and James on 24 September 1911.3 Then they moved south to West Plains, Howell County, where Clint’s sister’s family lived, Stelle and Tell Worley. Clint’s and Mary’s third child Carl Justin was born near West Plains on 4 December 1912.4

Mary, Clint and baby Neville, c. 1910.

 They must not have prospered as well as they would have liked, for about 1913, they moved on to the rolling hills of northeast Nebraska, both families traveling on a train together, the women and children in passenger cars and the men in the boxcars with their horses and cattle.5 Clint and Mary first rented a farm near Pilger in Stanton County where their fourth child, Verne Clinton (my dad), was born on 13 April 1914.6 By the time their fifth child, Virginia Ovella was born 5 March 1916, they had rented a farm in Brenna Precinct, Wayne County and moved again.7

Verne, James, Neville, Carl, and Virginia, c. 1917.

The family lived in four different farm homes in Nebraska. They had outdoor toilets and no refrigeration, no indoor water, except a small pump in a corner of one of the kitchens. They had a base-burner heating stove and a kitchen stove in which they burned wood and coal. Conditions improved when they moved to a farm with indoor plumbing north of Winside in 1926.8

Neville remembered, "When we lived on a farm north of Pilger, Mother and Dad took cream and eggs to Albert Pilger's store for groceries. Mr. Pilger looked like Santa Claus and always put in a sack of candy for us kids!"9

The Brenna Precinct farm must have been idyllic (except for lack of plumbing in the house). Virginia remembered fruit trees, and bee hives, and a big garden, and so on: “It was just about 10 miles from Winside and about 10 miles from Wayne. Southeast from Winside and southwest from Wayne. . . . That was Mother’s favorite house. We only lived there five years when Dad lost the farm. He couldn’t make the payments. He bought it right after World War I when the prices were high, so he lost the farm. Mother wanted us to move close to a town so we kids could go to high school. And so we did. We lived a mile and a half north of Winside.”10

 Virginia shared lots of stories about life on the farm:  “When I was probably two and Verne was probably four, he climbed up on a ladder and fell and almost cut his tongue off, so Mother and dad [took] him to a doctor in Tilden, and I cried so hard that they took me along, and the doctor stitched up his tongue, probably without medication to relieve the pain, and I just felt so sorry for him.”11

And another: “When we lived on the farm that Dad lost, when I was about five and Verne was about seven, the boys left to go fishing in the creek. And they went about a mile south of our house, and they had taken the horse and buggy and they went fishing. One night they came home late from fishing, and we said, ‘Where’s your fish?’ And they said, ‘We didn’t catch any fish, but we caught crawdads’—that’s what we called crayfish—‘and . . . we built a fire and we cooked them in the ashes and ate them.’ I said, ‘Didn’t you take out the insides?’ and they said, ‘No! They were good!’”12

That's just the start of Aunt Virginia's stories.

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1 Missouri, Marriage Records, 1805-1902, digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 27 January 2016), entry for Clint Troutman and Mary Waggoner,  27 October 1909.

2 Troutman, Mary, Family Bible Records, 1909-1979, The Holy Bible. Cleveland, Ohio: The World Publishing Company, 1913. Privately held by Noble, [E-ADDRESS & STREET ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE], Anderson, Indiana, 2016. Bible contains only the date. For birthplace: Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” compiled by Sharon Lamson, Troutman Family Letter, 1998. Privately held by Z. T. Noble, [E-ADDRESS & STREET ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE], Anderson, Indiana. 2016.

3 Ibid. Also, Funeral leaflet, Wiltse Mortuaries, Winside, Nebraska, Services for James G. Troutman;  Troutman, James (Ruth Schindler) binder, privately held by Z. T. Noble, [E-ADDRESS & STREET ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE], Anderson, Indiana. 2016.

4 Troutman, Mary, Family Bible Records, “Births.” For birth place: Carl Troutman, obituary, transcribed by Darrell Troutman from unknown newspaper, unknown date. Privately held by Z. T. Noble, [E-ADDRESS & STREET ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE], Anderson, Indiana. 2016.

5 Neville Lamson, Omaha, Nebraska, to Zola T. Noble, Anderson, Indiana, letter, 25 August 1989, information on her father's family; Troutman, Neville (Max Lamson) binder, privately held by Z. T. Noble, [E-ADDRESS & STREET ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE], Anderson, Indiana. 2016.

6 Troutman, Mary, Family Bible Records, “Births.” For birthplace: Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” 1998.

7 Ibid.

8 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” 1998. Also, Virginia Nelsen, Fayetteville, Arkansas, to Zola Noble, Anderson, Indiana, letter, 2 March 1990, information on her life as a child; Troutman, Virginia (Leo Nelsen) binder; privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana. Neville dates the move at 1925, but Virginia dates it 1 March 1926. She says she remembers specifically because she turned 10 years old just four days after the move.

9 Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” 1998.
10 Virginia Nelsen, Rogers, Arkansas. Interview by Zola Noble, undated. Audiotape and transcript. Privately held by Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.

11 Ibid. Also, Neville Troutman, “Neville’s Memory Book with Virginia’s Memories of Country School,” 1998. Neville's version of this story is that they took Verne to Dr. Reed in Pilger.
12 Ibid.

© 2016, Z. T. Noble

Found Treasure: Mary Edna Worley's Tombstone Photo

Try as I might to get all the evidence I can for my blog, sometimes I uncover new treasures that change earlier writings. Happily, it’s usually for the best.

Yesterday, I was thrilled to find a photo of the grave marker for Daisy’s and Will’s first daughter, Mary Edna, who was born and died in Nebraska in 1915. My early evidence suggested that she was buried at Winside, but I found that she was buried at Wayne and her grave is marked with a sweetly carved stone that includes birth and death dates. She was not quite 10 months old. What a sad day for her family when their darling daughter died. With permission from the photographer, Brad Kellogg, I’ve added a photo of the tombstone to the earlier blog, which you can see at this link.

Of course, I had to share it here, too. It’s beautiful.

Courtesy of Find A Grave contributor, Brad Kellogg.

 Searching for sources in Nebraska, I first found the photo of Mary Edna’s gravestone on a web site that’s new to me: nebraskagravestones.org. Started in 2003, it’s part of The Gravestone Photo Project (GPP) that includes most states. Brad Kellogg manages the South Dakota project and also contributes to the Nebraska project. Brad added the photo to Find A Grave, as well.1

Thanks, Brad!

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1 Find A Grave, database and images (http://www.findagrave.com : accessed 26 January 2016) photograph, memorial page for Mary Edna Worley (1915-1915), Find A Grave memorial no. # 127943715, citing Greenwood Cemetery, Wayne, Nebraska; photographs contributed by Brad Kellogg.