Sunday, August 31, 2014

Applecore Or Double Axe Head Quilt

Here is another picture of, Grandpa Daniel Autrey Hanners, this picture was taken at a photo gallery, in St. Louis, Missouri. Once again, whoever wrote on the back, was not sure, if it was grandpa or not?! I compared this one, with the one I know, was of him, and unless someone knows for sure, I am pretty convinced, it could be grandpa. I guess it is a good lesson to all of us, to mark those picture's, when you know!

I know you are thinking, why has she suddenly put up this old quilt picture?! Well, I was inspired by a book I have just finished, called, Quilts In The Attic, by Karen S. Musgrave. It is a great book, and I encourage any of you, that have old quilts, to take a look at this book. It made me realize, that I know the stories behind some of my quilts, and I should get them out, catalog them, and tell there stories.

This quilt, was made by, grandpa's mother, Mary Ann Autrey-Hanners, in Doniphan, Ripley Co., Missouri. She started this quilt, when grandpa was a little boy, back in the 1920's. The quilt was called a, "Friendship", quilt. The idea was to collect all kinds of blocks, so when you put it together, there were no two blocks alike.
This pattern of block, was known as the Apple Core, or Double Axe Head, because of its curved shape. The quilt edge, was sewn on an old sewing machine, but the blocks and quilting, were sewn entirely by hand.

Grandpa told me all about this quilt, and when his mother started it. She told him it was to be his, but all through his childhood, he saw it worked on, but never finished. He went away into the Navy in 1939 and never moved back home. He forgot all about the old unfinished quilt top. On September 7,1946, grandpa got married to grandma, MaryAnn Scearce in Hood River, Oregon. He received a wedding gift from his mother, it was the old quilt top, now all finished, that she had promised him as a boy. Dad didn't know what to think, he was that surprised.

Thus we know that this quilt dates from the 1920's, to September 1946. As you can see in this picture, and as grandpa explained to me, she didn't have enough individual blocks to finish the quilt at the last, so she cut up fabric she had on hand. She desperately wanted to get it done in time for his wedding. This is why the quilt looks so odd, along its one side and bottom boarder, and why the fabric's are so obviously different.

Grandma Hanners told me she never liked the quilt, so it languished for years in a big bag, in the top of their bedroom closet and never got used. She was so surprised that I liked it and was more than happy to give it to me, when grandpa said I should have it. I think it is simply beautiful and the story very heart warming.

Can you imagine trying to collect that many different pattern pieces?! I made full sized quilts while in my teens, none of which I hand sewed. I think I made at least three that  I can recall, and the labor it takes to do one is very intense. I  stopped making large quilts soon after high school and never made another quilt until after I was married and my babies came along. Then I couldn't resist and I made several crib sized quilts for all of them, as well as some for friends.

Don't you think apple core pattern is so appropriate for grandpa?!  She couldn't know he would one day own an orchard.







Friday, August 29, 2014

Daniel Autrey Hanners & Family

There are so few pictures of grandpa, Daniel Autrey Hanners, when he was little, that I have decided to post this one, even tho it was so badly damaged, it is hard to tell what his face looks like. He is sitting on his grandma, Harriett Adeline Parker-Autrey's lap. You can just see his grandpa, Mack Autrey's hat, peeking out over her right shoulder. This is when I so wish, old pictures were better taken care of. No doubt these were shuffled from box to drawer, and who knows what all, before they came to grandpa. Worst of all, are the ones glued into black acid paper albums, and then torn out again, which is what happened to this picture. It was torn right at his face, and tho I tried to fix it in photoshop, there was only so much I could do.


 Doesn't this look like a nice family get together?! Some look pretty camera shy tho.

Starting with the background, to the far left, is grandpa's mother, Mary Ann Autrey-Hanners, next, with his back to the camera, showing his suspenders, is her father, William Russell McFalls Autrey., a.k.a. Mack. To the right of him, is his wife, Harriett Adeline Parker-Autrey. The tall boy, with his hands in his pockets, is MaryAnns oldest child, and grandpa's older brother, Claybourne Gladstone Hanners, next, looking down at his hands, is grandpa, and last is Mack Autreys mother, Clarinda Gitchell-Autrey, sitting in the chair, with her back to the camera, thus making four generations of grandpa's family.

What do you think the family is doing? Were they having a picnic? I like the old washtub, turned over in the foreground. I would think it was wash day, except the ladies look too dressed up, and the tub is turned over. Maybe they were just taking a Sunday rest, under the tree's.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Daniel Autrey Hanners Baby Pictures


Today I found some very sweet pictures. It was such a surprise, since there are almost no baby pictures of grandpa, Daniel Autrey Hanners. In fact, there is some question as to whether these are of him, or his older brother, Claibourne Gladstone Hanners.  The two boys looked so much alike, as babies, that later when their mother went to label these, she wasn't sure, which of her sons it was.

Since neither of the two pictures, is showing the face of the baby, we can just enjoy them, and think of grandpa, when we do, for no doubt, he did these things as well. At least we know where he is playing, which is in the front yard, of his grandma's house, in Doniphan, Ripley Co., Missouri. Her name was, Harriett Adeline Parker, and she married, gr. grandpa, William Russell McFalls Autrey, a.k.a. Mack.

Grandpa is still in dresses here, and every time I see one of these old photo's, with the baby all in white, I think, how on earth did they keep them clean?! He looks like he is having a lovely time, in the dirt and grass, doesn't he.

This is such a fun picture. I do not know who the lady is, that is holding the ponies head, and is nearly cut out of the picture, but the lady in white, is grandpa's mother, Mary Ann Autrey-Hanners. It looks like she is giving her son driving lessons, tho it just may be, she is trying to get him to get down, or is telling him to just sit still for the picture. This puts a whole knew meaning to the idea, of strapping your baby, into his car seat. In this case, "cart seat."

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Hubert & Wesley Robison with Mount Si in the Background

In this picture we see Hubert Eugene and Wesley Gerald Robison, those two intrepid brothers, standing side by side, in a muddy field. That is Mount Si, near North Bend, in King Co., Washington, poking its snow capped peaks, up in the background. They have left the dust bowl of Oklahoma far behind, for the rich loamy soil, of the Pacific Northwest.

I zoomed in with photoshop, in hopes you could see them a bit better. You can just make out an old truck, in the top right hand corner, coming down the road, behind them. Don't they look sweet, in their boots, and overalls?! Now why do I think, Wes is holding a lump of mud?! I know if it had been me, I would have been having a mud fight already.

This picture was taken some time after 1935, for census records show, that Grandpa, Grandma, and the boys, left Oklahoma, in that year, and moved to North Bend, King Co., Washington. The previous three pictures of them, were taken in Prim, Blaine Co., Oklahoma, where Grandpa Shorty, was working in the gypsum mine. It was the worse recorded year, for the Oklahoma dust bowl, and life became just too hard and horrid, for them to stay, in Oklahoma.

Before I go further, I will tell a sad thing, told to me by Grandma Lillie... While they were living, in the small town of Prim, in Blaine Co., Oklahoma, a very short distance away, was the town of Canton, where Grandma's folks, Charles Oren Thompson & Flossie Beck, were living at the time. Grandma Lillie, went to stay with her folks, and while there, she gave birth to a little girl, whose name was, Wilma Jean Robison, and like her big brother, Wes, she had lots of dark curly hair. She was born February 12, 1935, two days before Grandma Lillies birthday. Gr. Grandma Flossie, was a midwife, and she delivered the baby. Sadly Wilma was stillborn. Gr. Grandpa Charles came in, took the baby, and wrapped her up in a soft cloth, put her in a shoe box, and buried her under an odd shaped, old double topped tree, there on the farm. Grandma was 72, when she first told me this story, and there were tears in her eyes as she told it. She said she so hated to go off, and leave her baby girl, there in the dust of Oklahoma.

Grandma said when they left Oklahoma, they put everything they had, into their old Ford Model T,  which she referred to as their, "old flivver", and set off, to drive all the way to Washington. The times were so bad, that a couple that lived near them, wanted them to take their three children, because they couldn't find food enough to feed them. Grandma said it was the saddest thing, to have to tell them no, because they wouldn't have had enough to feed their boys, if they had. It always haunted her, as to what became of that family?!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Hurricane Iselle Hawaii 2014

I thought today, instead of posting old family pictures, I would put up a few pictures of Hurricane Iselle, which swept through our neighborhood, a few days ago. We were fortunate in our location, and did not suffer the worst ravages of the storm, as our near neighbors did. We lost about a dozen tree's, two right next to the house, but the Lord was with us, and his angels laid those two, right along side the house, and we were spared.
I would have liked to have filmed the storm, but it started at dark, and raged on through the night, sounding much like a steam engine, at full throttle. The sound of it screaming about the eave's, and the smashing and crashing of our neighbors roofing tin, could be heard, and it was very unnerving, because in the dark of the night, you could not see what was happening.
In the morning, about 4:30 a.m. I got up, and went to see how bad the damage was. I looked out my kitchen window, and there lying in a great heap, were two of our largest tree's. It gave me the shivers believe me, to see how close we had come, to having our roof caved in. I sent up a prayer of thanks to God, and then called, to have Gregg come take a look. To say we were astounded, is putting it mildly.





It is hard to tell from this picture, but those tree's once stood 35 to 40 feet tall, and were lovely places for the birds to sit and sing. The two smaller tree's that are left, had all of their branches stripped off, far up their trunks, so that our view now, is of two trunks, instead of lovely bushy tree's. Sadly, for future safety of the house, we will have to remove them as well.

As you can see, we lost tree's all over the place. This one fell right down the fence, mangling it beyond repair.
In the background you can see our friends arriving to check on us, to make sure we are okay. Gregg is surveying the damage, and directing one of our friends, who drove his backhoe. There were a good five trucks, full of these guys. They had chainsaws and axes, and the backhoe, with them. They had been out since daylight, cutting tree's and clearing streets. It was about 9:30 a.m. when they got to our house, and they had cut about a hundred tree's they said, and managed to clear 6 streets. They were in high spirits, full of smiles, because no one, so far as they knew, had been injured, and tho property damage was extensive, no one had been killed.


This is a large tree, in a near neighbors yard, just up the street.

We went out that evening, to look around at our neighborhood, and there were many tree's down, and snapped power poles, like this one.

The very next day we went out to see more of the damage in our neighborhood. This is our Hawaiian Electric Company, {Helco}, at work. They were lifting huge bundled power lines, and communication cables, back into place, and putting up temporary poles.


This was on Paradise Street, not far from us, and this type of scene went on for miles.

Poles were splintered and snapped off like toothpicks.
With many transformers, and miles of lines, on the ground
Whole forests of Albizia, a giant form of Mimosa, that grows extensively in the area, now lay flattened like so much grass in a field. It is hard to picture, tree's so enormous, being blown over like that.

We passed numerous National Guardsmen, who had been called out, to assist in the cleanup, and to check on people. Their trucks were full to overflowing, with brush and branches.

This group had a bulldozer with them, and were headed to another blocked off road.
I do not know if you can see her clearly, but there is a lady walking along the right hand side of the road, near the piled up logs. This will give you some idea, as to the size of the Albizia tree's. This was one of the few groups of these tree's, we saw, that were still standing. As you can see, they have cut up one of them, that had fallen across the road.

Here is another view near our neighborhood. This is one of the streets, cleared by our friends, and their crew. This was a sight repeated, everywhere we went, to a greater or lesser degree, at the storms caprices. For the sake of privacy, I have not included those of people's houses. We saw many houses with smashed roof's, and many without power, who have no hope of getting any, for some time to come. We had our power restored after 2 days, and our internet after 4, so we were very fortunate. However, friends just three blocks away, are still without either, and so, we having a ready supply of ice, have given it to them, in hopes that they can at least keep their food from spoiling.

This was the view, out my kitchen window, the day after Iselle. We were supposed to get hit with Hurricane Julio, but God was merciful, and the storm changed direction, and missed us completely. For this we were truly thankful. Isn't Mauna Kea beautiful?! We can see the observatories, looking like white mushrooms, on its summit. Sadly, we can also see the very junky back buildings, of one of our neighbors. It was his tin, that was banging around during the night. Fortunately he was downwind, and so none of his tin wound up in our yard.
In closing I just want to say, that the Aloha of the Hawaiian people, is a wonderful thing. Everyone has been working double time, and has been so helpful. We are so comforted by their warmth, and friendliness, and have been more than happy, to go to their assistance as well. We are glad we brought chainsaws, and have seen the use of them believe me. We gave one to our friend Ricky, who was head of the crew, that cleared our neighborhood. It was a true gift, that kept on giving, to the blessing of all.

Aloha family, and thank you for all of your prayers. Mahalo pia, which in Hawaiian means, thank you with all my heart!