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Happy Birthday to Daddy (Robert Floyd Cox)

Wonder how old Daddy was here? Looked pretty snappy in that scarf. Then in 1960 in his work clothes.

Daddy and Mommy at Thelma and Tommy’s wedding.

Can you believe Daddy would have been 91 years old today. He was born June 23, 1918 and died November 12, 1974. Gee that means he was only 56 years old when he died. That seems so young to me now that I am older.

Wonder what he would have been like and what would he have thought about today’s “goings on”. Although Daddy had his foibles, there could never be a more generous man. I remember many occasions when he would take in another kid (usually a friend of one of his own kids), and let them stay as long as they needed. He gave clothes and food to many strangers. Lord knows, we were not the wealthy types – few were poorer, but it seems like we always had more than enough of everything we needed, so he was always willing to help somebody else. I think that is why most of us are always a bit too willing to help each other even when we probably shouldn’t.

I vaguely remember living in Kentucky in a relatively nice size house with bedrooms and locking doors, etc. That was in Paintsville, Kentucky. I do remember Larry being born there. Shirley and I were in a room next to where Mommy was giving birth, assisted by the midwife. The door was locked, and we tried to peek through the keyhole, but couldn’t see a darn thing. I think Daddy worked in a coal mine there. I wish I knew more about that time frame. I do recall taking naps in what I think was a large room with an A frame ceiling.

I have some vague memories of our move from Kentucky to Fairborn, Ohio. I seem to remember us older kids were in the back of a covered truck. We stopped at some point and Daddy bought us some of those candy ice cream cones with the colored marshmallow tops. I think I was about six years old. I think we first moved into the middle cabin/house that Mr. Holton rented out.

Then at some point, we moved to the 2nd cabin which was just a bit larger. That is where Gary was born. I can still remember him in the basinett with Josephine Cole there. We were told Gary was a “blue baby”.

Then after a while we moved into the largest Holton property. WOW – we had a large living/bedroom, a kitchen and a very small back bedroom. I can still picture that house. We had two full size beds in the living room along with a couch and a stove. Maybe there were other pieces of furniture that I can’t remember. By this time I must have been about 10 years old. I remember holding Vickie as an infant on my chest as I laid on the couch. Then I remember that tiny back bedroom being wall to wall beds at night. Roll-away beds were a must.

Bobby, Vickie, and Martha were born in that house.

I remember that we usually had a boarder (an extra person who was supposed to pay for his keep) plus all those kids.

Anyway, Daddy worked in construction or some kind of outdoor work. Mommy always packed lunches for Daddy and what ever boarder we had. I do remember Mommy’s brother, Uncle Woodie, as one of our boarders.

That larger Holton house is the one in which we lived when Larry, Carolyn Brewer, and I were walking on a path near the rail road track to or from the Fairborn park. (Everybody from Wrightview Heights walked that path. We were grabbed by some man, but got a way. One day that same man drove up in front of the house while I was out on the front step polishing some white shoes. I nearly broke my neck getting in the house through that screen door. When we told Daddy about the guy grabbing us, Daddy took out after that car, but the guy was gone and we never saw it or him again. Daddy was so upset that we had not told him about that guy earlier. He was ready to fight for us. Of course, I don’t appreciate fighting, but I knew he would have fought for us.

He loved his kids no matter what. And yes he believe in disciplining and whipping those who crossed him or did wrong.

My only recollection of getting a swat was when I found a quarter and Daddy asked me if I took it. That hurt my feelings and I started to cry. I cried easily in those days. So Daddy said, “I’ll give you something to cry about and he whacked me on the but with his hand.” Sure enough I had something to cry about – not a hurt rear end, but real hurt feelings. That was my only memory of physical discipline. However, the discipline came with a look or a word. You just knew kids did not sass or talk back. I think that bit of fear kept me from getting into trouble as a teenager. I do appreciate the way I was raised, even though few people today believe in disciplining kids at all – thus kids are sassing parents and telling them what they can do, taking drugs, never happy and all that. I was poor and disciplined with fear and so thankful for it. Until the day our parents died, I always felt a deep sense of respect for them and could never imagine talking back or speak harshly to them even though sometimes I’m sure I wanted to – even as an adult, I would not.

Sometimes when I go to the casino, I think to myself how much he would have enjoyed them. He probably would have enjoyed those free drinks a little too much. I know he would have liked the craps tables. He used to roll the dice at home.

He used to enjoy those cigarettes with his coffee. It is funny now, but I used to get so perturbed when Daddy would smoke and talk as he stood right beside the chair where I was curling Mommy’s hair. It always burned my eyes and sometimes I would have to go outside to clear them. In those days, no one thought of telling a parent anything like that. Smoking was not a NO-NO and I would not want to hurt his feelings.

I remember waking up to Daddy whistling and/or singing to the radio tunes. He loved Patsy Cline and that whole era of country singers. Often he would break out in a tap dance.

I remember so much more, but I must get packed for the trip to Ohio for Marnee’s wedding, so I had better save the rest for later.

So Happy Birthday DADDY!

Your Oldest daughter, Myrtle

What a wonderful page

Hi ,

My name is Debbie , Nora Cantrell & Amon Cantrell are my great-great grandparents ( mamaw & papaw Cantrell ) , Their daughter Lizzie is my Mamaw , married Lundy Hill ( my papaw ) I’m putting together a family tree . My mother( Jean Dawson Ferguson married John Hill ) use to have lots of pictures . There was a fire that took most of the pictures . If anyone would have pictures of the Cantrells Amon , Nora , brother’s & sister’s , Lundy , Lizzie , Goldie , Maggie , Irene , well any old pictures of the family . It would be appreciated . My e-mail address is debz113@yahoo.com .

I do have some pictures from the last Hill reunion that I went to which was 2004 . I’m trying to figure out how to post the pictures .

Thanks ,

Debbie S Hill

Easter Memories Past and Present with Pictures

Gary, Carl Williams, Bobby, Martha, Vickie – Easter 1960 (I used to love making clothes for the girls. Here they are in blue coats I made in 1960 – Linkhart house.)

Vickie, Myrtle, Martha – 1965, in their Easter clothes made by Myrtle.

: Martha, Jeff, Myrtle, Vickie – 1966

(Here is that white dress I originally made for me and passed to Vickie when she got to wear hose instead of anklets. I don’t remember that issue, but I remember the dress and there is little Jeff – so cute in his little plaid jacket and knee socks. I think this was at the Ferguson house.)

Hope everyone really did have a memorable Easter 2009. Yes, the memories are good. I remember as a young girl always helping Mommy make Easter baskets for the kids. We built them from scratch. We would, of course, color eggs with the kids. Every kid had their own egg or eggs they had colored with their own name on it. Then Mommy would buy a few bags of jelly beans, yellow chicks, chocolate eggs, and some candy kisses, and usually a little bigger chocolate bunny for each basket. Then after the kids went to bed we would put the eggs with the names into the baskets and add the goodies. After all the baskets were put together we would hide them someplace in the house.

Then, on Easter morning the kids went looking for their basket. Then most of us kids got all dressed up and went to church. There was always an Easter Egg hunt at church. I remember most of these were related to the Fairborn Enterprise Baptist Church. Someplace I do have pictures of Martha and Vickie and Mrs. Jean Bates, a Sunday School teacher and family friend, out in the field looking for eggs. I must find those pictures and add them later.

Then after the whole Church thing, we would go back home for one of those big Sunday dinners, pretty much as Carla Jo describes. We usually had another egg hunt. Daddy found great pleasure in hiding those eggs so those kids would have to work to find them. That was a lot of fun.

This year, 2009, I did a couple of Easter activities just because my Mother-in-law is with us. Usually the Italians make special things at Easter. Pat and I took Mrs. Sorge over to John and Nancy’s where there were about 20 people gathered to watch Johnny, Donny and Cheryl make the Easter Ham Pies. They made 10 of them so every family took one home. We talked and ate. It was fun – but oh what a heart attack waiting to happen – eggs, cheese, and more cheese in those pies.

Then I helped Mrs. Sorge make what they call Easter Spinach pies. Basically, it is a delicious spinach mixture of cured olives, garlic and spinach in a pie dough piece folded over. That really is good and not too bad for the heart. Then we made these orange ricotta cheese pies which are more of a dessert. Again, very good but oh so bad for the heart.

Then on Easter, we went to Pat’s cousin Dickie, the judge’s house for Easter Brunch which is more eggs, sausage, etc. Then later in the day, we went to Barbara Fratto’s for Easter dinner which was more of the same with some added on ham, shells, meatballs, salads, etc. I would venture to guess this would not be a good week to check cholesterol levels.

Well, I have so many more old memories to write too, but I must get going. Easter is a little sad for me because I would love to be home when Kim and Martha and Shirley and whoever else gets together to color the eggs.

Jayden, Daphne, Madelyn Easter 2009

Abbie Easter 2009

Your Pages

Hi Everyone,

I have changed the pages for the grandchildren so that everyone is listed on the left side of the blog. If you recall, I had all of Robert and Goldie’s grandchildren listed under their own parent’s page. However, that meant you had to click on the parent’s page and then look to the right and click on the grandchild’s page.

So now, you will find all direct children and direct grandchildren of Robert and Goldie listed on the left.

So, please, each one, parent or child, login to the control panel and click on manage and page. Put all the real data, such as birth information, order of child you are, all kinds of info about schools, likes, fun, hobbies, etc. I started a few, but have to go look up a lot of birthdays and all that. It will be more helpful if everyone adds all the data they can.

Shirley and Vickie – Birth, Christening & Wedding of Marnee Bittner

Shirley and Vickie were at Marnee's Birth and Christening 1986 — Shirley and Vickie were at Marnee's Christening and at her Birthing!

Can you believe Marnee Mae Bittner, Martha and Ricky’s daughter, is getting married June 27, 2009. She will be 23 years old on June 11, 2009.

Can you believe these were her mother’s birthing partners or coaches or ….? Whatever they were called, they were there at Marnee’s birth. Cute! Nice dress Marnee – Christian Dior Silk and Chantilly Lace.