Green Family Stories

Children of J.C. Green
Front: Hayes, Helen, Bea, Ethel, Denver, Ray
Back: Dick, Donald

AUDIO FILES (some 6/2011 files have a noisy background):

Cathy Watts tells a story about her father, Denver Green. 6/2011

Hayes Green's missing fingers story. 6/2011

Vel Hoch remembers Lawrence Green. 6/2011

Ivan Green tells the boat story. 6/2011

Family name trivia 6/2011

Harold Hansen tells a bit about Clan Little, from his mother's side of the family. 6/2011

Vel Hoch remembers Inez 6/2011

The sons of Inez 6/2011

Traveling from Kentucky to Cincinnati, & Denver turns off the gas 6/2011

Vel Hoch jumping in the hay mows & riding the work horses 6/2011

Vel tells about Denver drawing the short straw. 6/2011

Bob Goldberg tells about cleaning pits with gasoline. 6/2011

Bob Goldberg talks about Three Forks, Montana. 6/2011

Jan McCreary and the gas fire. 6/2011

Beth Green & the end of the space shuttle program 6/2011

MORE STORIES:

I started doing genealogy before ancestry.com and other sources were available on the computer. I went to the Library in Selma and they ordered film for me to go through. One day I was sitting in a small darkened room straining to read old 1880 census records. I was so frustrated because I couldn't find the record for Grandpa (Jocephas) Green's mother, Margaret Miracle Green. I don't normally talk to myself but out loud I said, "Grandma should have been home! She's pregnant and it's in the middle of the week!" Just then a voice from the neighboring machine said "Can you see all that on the film?!!"
--Jeanette Thurber

Brian was always such a hand full and Grandpa Green always called him "O'Brian" - because I was always saying Oh Brian, don't do that, etc., etc. One time we were at Grandpa's and everyone went out in the back yard but I stayed inside to get Brian down for a nap. I had just laid him asleep on Grandpa's bed when Grandpa came in and started to talk to me while we watched Brian sleeping. Grandpa said "O'Brian is going to be all right". Then he smiled and chuckled and said "He kind of reminds me of me."
--Jeanette Thurber

I remember the kitchen in the old stone house on Grandpa Green's farm. The roller towel on the wall just inside the door. The water bucket with the dipper on the table in front of the window, and the taste of well water. The big cast iron cook stove. We are sitting at the table and I'm across from Grandpa. Grandma (Inez) brings a glass of buttermilk to Grandpa and I watch fascinated as he breaks homemade bread into the glass and eats it with a spoon. Grandma stands with her hand on the back of his chair. Donald and Richard have a pet squirrel in a bird cage and set it on the table. I'm warned to just watch because the squirrel will bite. The boys crack nuts and feed the squirrel.
--Jeanette Thurber

Story of Richard falling out of the window:
The house they lived in had very thick stone so the windows were very deep. As I heard the story... he was sleepwalking and sat in one of the windows, which he probably often did anyway, and leaned against the screen and fell through it from the second storey. He was hurt pretty badly. I'm not real sure the extent, but I think he had difficulty walking for quite a while. Also, they discovered more recently that he has only one kidney and they think the other was damaged in that fall. It must have happened shortly before I was born, because Aunt Clara came to be with my mother when I was born, and there is a photo of her holding me, my mother, and Richard standing there. She wrote on the bottom of the photo "My patients in Indiana 1943". Richard was born in 1930, so he would have been 13 or so.
--Harold Hansen

Memories from Vel Hoch:
I have a very fond set of memories of Grandpa and Inez both. I think the people who were not there as much as I was missed out on some fun things.

When we would come out of the barn Grandpa would always say, "I see said the blind man as he bumped into the barn door, and saw stars," or "I see said the blind man as he picked up his hammer and saw." I remember telling hin that that was not funny. It did not make any difference.

One evening after the horses had worked all day in the field, Donnie and I wanted to ride them. Grandpa said OK. Then we wanted to know if we could jump the fence with them. He said go ahead. I am sure that he had a big laugh over that.

Inez was afraid that Mom and Dad would not let me stay with them after I jumped out of the swing and ran a thorn into my foot. I do not think that mattered to them at all.

I got the Chicken Pox while I was staying with them. I told Inez that I did not like her chickens because they gave me the pox. I did not even want to go into the chicken yard. Now that could be quite a problem because that was where the outhouse was. Speaking of the outhouse, we used an old catalogue for toilet paper. You did not want to use the shiny pages because they did not do the job well.

Inez used to wash out in the back yard using a large kettle of some kind to heat the water and wash the clothes in. She used to spread things out on the bushes to dry if the line was full. I did stay away from that hot water.

We used to want to jump down from the hay mow into the hay that was stacked in the middle of the barn aisle. Grandpa used to tell us we could not jump for a while. He wanted the snakes that might have been in the loose hay to crawl out before we jumped in. He also insisted that we move all of the pitch forks too. I am afraid of heights now, how I ever managed to climb up and jump off of the hay mow is a real mystery to me.

Dad used to say that when they first moved out to the farm on Hickory Lane that the snakes were so bad and so many of them that the horses got used to them and would stand still while the driver killed the snake. He said as he remembered there were a lot of poisonous ones - Rattlesnakes, Copperheads and Water Moccasins. (Those were the only ones in the whole U.S., except for the Coral snake down south, that were poisonous.) Now Dad was known to tell some tall tales but I do believe him on this.

One time Dick, Donnie, me, and I do not know who else, were going to go down to the creek and swim. Grandpa said to be sure and check around for snakes before we got in. As usual we did not check. Dick was going to climb up on a ledge and jump off. He had put his forearm up on the rocks to help him climb up. He lowered his arm very carefully and quietly told us we had better move. There was a copperhead up there and just by luck he was at the tail end not the head end.

I have a picture of me on the kitchen steps over at Grandpa's. I have a very cute matching coat and hat on. I always thought that Inez probably made it for me. If not, I still looked pretty proud.
(Note from Cindy Hansen: I would like to get a copy of this picture to include with her story. If any family member can help with that, I'd appreciate it.)

This Is My Life by Robert Hayes Green
March 16, 1992
(Read by Kevin Hansen)

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Part 4:
We lived in Peppertown while driving truck for Ferd Brock; then to Illinois, lived for a while in a boarding house owned by Denver's in-laws; then to Dewey Slone's where I worked. Next back to Indiana on Hazel's father's farm. Then moved to Oldenburg, Indiana, from there to Batesville, then back to Hazel's folks.

We moved to Freeman Miles' farm where I worked for 2 years. Bet you thought we had settled down. Not so, we had a lot of rambling to do yet.

We went to Oxford, Ohio, corner of Poplar and Walnut Streets. The place was sold so we moved to an apartment house on South College Ave. One upstairs apartment caught fire that took the lives of 2 women and 3 children. So another move, this time we went about 3 miles west of Oxford to a farm home. Because the owner wanted to remodel the house, we moved again. Back to Oxford, 217 W. Vine St.

I might add, we never moved because we didn't pay our rent. Always some other reason.

At this time, we had an opportunity to buy our own house, our first but certainly not our last. This house was in College Corner, Ohio. After about 4 years, we sold it and bought a house on Brownsville Ave. in Liberty [Indiana]. Oh no, we never put roots down too deep. We sold this house and bought another on E. Vine St. in Liberty. Did some remodeling and built a 2 car garage. Naturally, we sold it and bought a house in Cottage Grove, with an upstairs apartment. You wouldn't belive it but we lived there for 11 years.

Oh sure, we sold this one and went to West Palm Beach, Fla. Bought a house on MidPines Rd., Palm Springs, Fla. suburb of Lake Worth. Then after a couple years, we bought a duplex located on Anita Ct. near the airport in West Palm Beach. We sold the house on MidPines Rd. and moved in on one side of the duplex. After about 14 years in Florida, we sold again and moved to South Carolina. Rented a house west of Great Falls, until we could find one to buy. We located one for sale south of Great Falls on US 21 which we bought. After 4 years we sold it and moved back to Indiana. Bought a place 1 mile east of Cottage Grove on US 27 South. Stayed there about 7 years. Sold again and moved to Liberty, 124 E. High St. and believe it or not, I am still at that same address.

Hazel was with me through all the moves, never complained once. She was always ready to make a change as long as we could make some money in so doing.

Joe Crist, the realtor who sold us our first house in Liberty, turned out to be a very good friend. When he found someone looking for property he would come see us and ask if we would sell. It seems we were always willing. Hazel once told Joe that it would be O.K. because we kept our furniture on rollers.

Unfortunately, Dec. 5, 1989, we entered Hazel into Hillcrest Nursing Home. She has Alzheimer's disease and I'm sorry to say she is gradually deteriorating. If she remembers me at all, more often than not, she don't remember that we are married. Hazel told one nurse recently that she was 38 years old. Time and dates mean very little to Mom.

At this time I am living alone, March 16, 1992, but who knows if this will be my last move? Who knows indeed?

Now if you whoever you might be, have any curiousity about our rambling ways I'll give you a clue. Our parents, the Lancasters and the Greens, had the wanderlust disease. Hazel's Dad didn't travel as far but perhaps more often than my Dad. So you can plainly see we inherited the affliction.

And another reason for buying and selling so often, we made money doing it. As little as a thousand dollars to as much as $21,000.00. Never lost any money on any property.

One time Ivan thought he might have a chance at another job. So he turned in his very best report concerning himself and his ability to perform certain types of work as an auto mechanic. He was called in and during the interview, the man's comment was, "it looks like you have moved around pretty often." Ivan said, "well that might be expected, you see my folks were Gypsies."

Ivan said he guessed the boss didn't think that was too funny because he didn't get the job.

If you think we moved a lot, listen to this. I heard of one family who were country folks, who had several chickens and when they would move they would simply tie the chicken legs together and lay them in the pick-up truck. Those birds got so used to moving that about every 30 days they would go to their owner and lay down, put their legs together to be tied. Who says you can't teach a chicken anything.

All of the above is true as I know it to be and as I remember it. The best I can figure it, we moved 24 times.


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