Ottice Arnold was the wife of Rolan Arnold and the mother of two children Geneva and Theron. They were married January 24th, 1925.
Ottice Geneva Houston Arnold was my Great Grandmother. We always called her G.G, it was a nickname of what she was a Great Grandmother.
G.G lived in the house that her and Rolan had lived it. It was a tiny one story two bedroom house. It had started off as a large turn of the century home, but Ottice and Roland went modern in the 50s and remodled it into a little cookie cutter house. They painted it brown and white and put little reversed painted scalloped awnings on it. Which is how it remained until the day she died. Ottice's home was a blast from the past as long as I can remember. She still had a bubble refriderator in her turqouise and crome kitchen. An old tube radio sat on top of it that she turned on while cooking. Her home was like herself, old fashioned, tidy and trimmed in lace.
Ottice wore a dress everyday of her life. I have boxes of photos from the 20's to 1998 when she died, in none of them is she in pants. Her common dress was made from a WW2 pattern. A collarless double brested wrap front with a slight a-line skirt. Her dresses were usually a calico foral or a gingham print. The cotton would be substituted for wool and the short sleeves for long depending in the weather and occassion. She found a good day dress pattern and stuck to it. She was burried in the same style but made of white and black floral silk. It was a "good" dress. Her other clothing was handmade by her as well to suit the need. She also made her own under garments and lounge wear. She could make anything with a scrap of fabric and a bit of thread.
My most vivid memory of her is how she smelled. Always like powder with a slight hint of floral.
She was always a housewife and never had a job to go to. Due to her amazing ability to sew she did take in mending and custom made clothing. Her customers would buy the fabric and the pattern and she would make the garment. Her prices we way below fair. Five dollars for a dress, seven for a suit, 3.50 for a skirt and 10 dollars for special occasion. These prices were her prices from the late 40's early 50s until she passed away. She was also a quilter, she made beautiful quilts, draperies and home goods. If she did not sew the above items by hand she used a sewing machine. It was an old fashioned pedal pump machine from the 1910s. She bought it second hand for 5 dollars in the early 50s. The machine now sits in my Mom and Dad's dining room. My Father got the machine just minutes before G.G had it picked up by the goodwill. He was lucky.
My Daddy spent a lot of time at her home during his childhood. Her house sat on a small bit of land that sat on a steep slope above the road. A church sat off to one side of her home and the railroad tracks ran behind it. The front bedroom of the house was where he and his brothers would sleep when they spent the night.
As my Father tells me:
"Granny would have us sleep in the front bedroom. Because of all the tall old trees around the house it would be cool there at night even in the spring. Granny would pack the blankets on the bed. You stayed warm. We slept with all the windows open so you had that cool breeze blowin in. You could here the train comin and the soft whistle and train sound. It was great, you would sleep hard".
"She was a good Granny. She could cook. She made the best damn waffles ever. Big waffles. She would stand there at the stove and make you as many as you wanted. They were poor. Never had any money. Sometimes she wouldn't have any syrup so she would cook the waffels with Kayro syrup. My god, so sweet. Best Damn waffles."
"You could go to her house anytime of the day, she would still have some sausage and biscuits left from breakfast she would fix you up one or two or however many you wanted. She always had something for you to eat".
G.G was always around during my childhood. My Granny her daughter lived across the street from my parents and my brother and me. G.G didn't like bad weather, she was scared. Being from Georgia or any where in the South you get used to bad weather quickly. Lots of Spring and Summer thunder storms. A bad cloud would blow up and off Granny and Papa would go to get G.G so she could come stay with them. Once she was with someone it was fine. A tornado could and did blow around and with her all was well, as long as she was with someone. I can recall many stormy nights staying at Granny's(Geneva) house watching TV with her and G.G.
G.G and Granny would quilt. They sat in the basement in thier old chairs with the quilt rack between them stitching beautiful quilt tops. Thats where I learned to sew. G.G taught me to make tiny stitches in a perfect row. How to make a seam tight and how to make the simple little slip knot that held it all in place.
She wasn't an affectionate and touchy woman. She was never the one who's lap you sat in, but she was loving. When she died Granny (Geneva) and I went to her house to go through her things. There we found every photo, card, corsage and what-not each of us had given her. She had a lot of spunk, I didn't realize until I wrote this how much I miss her. I love you G.G!
Ottice Geneva Houston Arnold was my Great Grandmother. We always called her G.G, it was a nickname of what she was a Great Grandmother.
G.G lived in the house that her and Rolan had lived it. It was a tiny one story two bedroom house. It had started off as a large turn of the century home, but Ottice and Roland went modern in the 50s and remodled it into a little cookie cutter house. They painted it brown and white and put little reversed painted scalloped awnings on it. Which is how it remained until the day she died. Ottice's home was a blast from the past as long as I can remember. She still had a bubble refriderator in her turqouise and crome kitchen. An old tube radio sat on top of it that she turned on while cooking. Her home was like herself, old fashioned, tidy and trimmed in lace.
Ottice wore a dress everyday of her life. I have boxes of photos from the 20's to 1998 when she died, in none of them is she in pants. Her common dress was made from a WW2 pattern. A collarless double brested wrap front with a slight a-line skirt. Her dresses were usually a calico foral or a gingham print. The cotton would be substituted for wool and the short sleeves for long depending in the weather and occassion. She found a good day dress pattern and stuck to it. She was burried in the same style but made of white and black floral silk. It was a "good" dress. Her other clothing was handmade by her as well to suit the need. She also made her own under garments and lounge wear. She could make anything with a scrap of fabric and a bit of thread.
My most vivid memory of her is how she smelled. Always like powder with a slight hint of floral.
She was always a housewife and never had a job to go to. Due to her amazing ability to sew she did take in mending and custom made clothing. Her customers would buy the fabric and the pattern and she would make the garment. Her prices we way below fair. Five dollars for a dress, seven for a suit, 3.50 for a skirt and 10 dollars for special occasion. These prices were her prices from the late 40's early 50s until she passed away. She was also a quilter, she made beautiful quilts, draperies and home goods. If she did not sew the above items by hand she used a sewing machine. It was an old fashioned pedal pump machine from the 1910s. She bought it second hand for 5 dollars in the early 50s. The machine now sits in my Mom and Dad's dining room. My Father got the machine just minutes before G.G had it picked up by the goodwill. He was lucky.
My Daddy spent a lot of time at her home during his childhood. Her house sat on a small bit of land that sat on a steep slope above the road. A church sat off to one side of her home and the railroad tracks ran behind it. The front bedroom of the house was where he and his brothers would sleep when they spent the night.
As my Father tells me:
"Granny would have us sleep in the front bedroom. Because of all the tall old trees around the house it would be cool there at night even in the spring. Granny would pack the blankets on the bed. You stayed warm. We slept with all the windows open so you had that cool breeze blowin in. You could here the train comin and the soft whistle and train sound. It was great, you would sleep hard".
"She was a good Granny. She could cook. She made the best damn waffles ever. Big waffles. She would stand there at the stove and make you as many as you wanted. They were poor. Never had any money. Sometimes she wouldn't have any syrup so she would cook the waffels with Kayro syrup. My god, so sweet. Best Damn waffles."
"You could go to her house anytime of the day, she would still have some sausage and biscuits left from breakfast she would fix you up one or two or however many you wanted. She always had something for you to eat".
G.G was always around during my childhood. My Granny her daughter lived across the street from my parents and my brother and me. G.G didn't like bad weather, she was scared. Being from Georgia or any where in the South you get used to bad weather quickly. Lots of Spring and Summer thunder storms. A bad cloud would blow up and off Granny and Papa would go to get G.G so she could come stay with them. Once she was with someone it was fine. A tornado could and did blow around and with her all was well, as long as she was with someone. I can recall many stormy nights staying at Granny's(Geneva) house watching TV with her and G.G.
G.G and Granny would quilt. They sat in the basement in thier old chairs with the quilt rack between them stitching beautiful quilt tops. Thats where I learned to sew. G.G taught me to make tiny stitches in a perfect row. How to make a seam tight and how to make the simple little slip knot that held it all in place.
She wasn't an affectionate and touchy woman. She was never the one who's lap you sat in, but she was loving. When she died Granny (Geneva) and I went to her house to go through her things. There we found every photo, card, corsage and what-not each of us had given her. She had a lot of spunk, I didn't realize until I wrote this how much I miss her. I love you G.G!
Ottice Arnold was the wife of Rolan Arnold and the mother of two children Geneva and Theron. They were married January 24th, 1925.
Ottice Geneva Houston Arnold was my Great Grandmother. We always called her G.G, it was a nickname of what she was a Great Grandmother.
G.G lived in the house that her and Rolan had lived it. It was a tiny one story two bedroom house. It had started off as a large turn of the century home, but Ottice and Roland went modern in the 50s and remodled it into a little cookie cutter house. They painted it brown and white and put little reversed painted scalloped awnings on it. Which is how it remained until the day she died. Ottice's home was a blast from the past as long as I can remember. She still had a bubble refriderator in her turqouise and crome kitchen. An old tube radio sat on top of it that she turned on while cooking. Her home was like herself, old fashioned, tidy and trimmed in lace.
Ottice wore a dress everyday of her life. I have boxes of photos from the 20's to 1998 when she died, in none of them is she in pants. Her common dress was made from a WW2 pattern. A collarless double brested wrap front with a slight a-line skirt. Her dresses were usually a calico foral or a gingham print. The cotton would be substituted for wool and the short sleeves for long depending in the weather and occassion. She found a good day dress pattern and stuck to it. She was burried in the same style but made of white and black floral silk. It was a "good" dress. Her other clothing was handmade by her as well to suit the need. She also made her own under garments and lounge wear. She could make anything with a scrap of fabric and a bit of thread.
My most vivid memory of her is how she smelled. Always like powder with a slight hint of floral.
She was always a housewife and never had a job to go to. Due to her amazing ability to sew she did take in mending and custom made clothing. Her customers would buy the fabric and the pattern and she would make the garment. Her prices we way below fair. Five dollars for a dress, seven for a suit, 3.50 for a skirt and 10 dollars for special occasion. These prices were her prices from the late 40's early 50s until she passed away. She was also a quilter, she made beautiful quilts, draperies and home goods. If she did not sew the above items by hand she used a sewing machine. It was an old fashioned pedal pump machine from the 1910s. She bought it second hand for 5 dollars in the early 50s. The machine now sits in my Mom and Dad's dining room. My Father got the machine just minutes before G.G had it picked up by the goodwill. He was lucky.
My Daddy spent a lot of time at her home during his childhood. Her house sat on a small bit of land that sat on a steep slope above the road. A church sat off to one side of her home and the railroad tracks ran behind it. The front bedroom of the house was where he and his brothers would sleep when they spent the night.
As my Father tells me:
"Granny would have us sleep in the front bedroom. Because of all the tall old trees around the house it would be cool there at night even in the spring. Granny would pack the blankets on the bed. You stayed warm. We slept with all the windows open so you had that cool breeze blowin in. You could here the train comin and the soft whistle and train sound. It was great, you would sleep hard".
"She was a good Granny. She could cook. She made the best damn waffles ever. Big waffles. She would stand there at the stove and make you as many as you wanted. They were poor. Never had any money. Sometimes she wouldn't have any syrup so she would cook the waffels with Kayro syrup. My god, so sweet. Best Damn waffles."
"You could go to her house anytime of the day, she would still have some sausage and biscuits left from breakfast she would fix you up one or two or however many you wanted. She always had something for you to eat".
G.G was always around during my childhood. My Granny her daughter lived across the street from my parents and my brother and me. G.G didn't like bad weather, she was scared. Being from Georgia or any where in the South you get used to bad weather quickly. Lots of Spring and Summer thunder storms. A bad cloud would blow up and off Granny and Papa would go to get G.G so she could come stay with them. Once she was with someone it was fine. A tornado could and did blow around and with her all was well, as long as she was with someone. I can recall many stormy nights staying at Granny's(Geneva) house watching TV with her and G.G.
G.G and Granny would quilt. They sat in the basement in thier old chairs with the quilt rack between them stitching beautiful quilt tops. Thats where I learned to sew. G.G taught me to make tiny stitches in a perfect row. How to make a seam tight and how to make the simple little slip knot that held it all in place.
She wasn't an affectionate and touchy woman. She was never the one who's lap you sat in, but she was loving. When she died Granny (Geneva) and I went to her house to go through her things. There we found every photo, card, corsage and what-not each of us had given her. She had a lot of spunk, I didn't realize until I wrote this how much I miss her. I love you G.G!
Ottice Geneva Houston Arnold was my Great Grandmother. We always called her G.G, it was a nickname of what she was a Great Grandmother.
G.G lived in the house that her and Rolan had lived it. It was a tiny one story two bedroom house. It had started off as a large turn of the century home, but Ottice and Roland went modern in the 50s and remodled it into a little cookie cutter house. They painted it brown and white and put little reversed painted scalloped awnings on it. Which is how it remained until the day she died. Ottice's home was a blast from the past as long as I can remember. She still had a bubble refriderator in her turqouise and crome kitchen. An old tube radio sat on top of it that she turned on while cooking. Her home was like herself, old fashioned, tidy and trimmed in lace.
Ottice wore a dress everyday of her life. I have boxes of photos from the 20's to 1998 when she died, in none of them is she in pants. Her common dress was made from a WW2 pattern. A collarless double brested wrap front with a slight a-line skirt. Her dresses were usually a calico foral or a gingham print. The cotton would be substituted for wool and the short sleeves for long depending in the weather and occassion. She found a good day dress pattern and stuck to it. She was burried in the same style but made of white and black floral silk. It was a "good" dress. Her other clothing was handmade by her as well to suit the need. She also made her own under garments and lounge wear. She could make anything with a scrap of fabric and a bit of thread.
My most vivid memory of her is how she smelled. Always like powder with a slight hint of floral.
She was always a housewife and never had a job to go to. Due to her amazing ability to sew she did take in mending and custom made clothing. Her customers would buy the fabric and the pattern and she would make the garment. Her prices we way below fair. Five dollars for a dress, seven for a suit, 3.50 for a skirt and 10 dollars for special occasion. These prices were her prices from the late 40's early 50s until she passed away. She was also a quilter, she made beautiful quilts, draperies and home goods. If she did not sew the above items by hand she used a sewing machine. It was an old fashioned pedal pump machine from the 1910s. She bought it second hand for 5 dollars in the early 50s. The machine now sits in my Mom and Dad's dining room. My Father got the machine just minutes before G.G had it picked up by the goodwill. He was lucky.
My Daddy spent a lot of time at her home during his childhood. Her house sat on a small bit of land that sat on a steep slope above the road. A church sat off to one side of her home and the railroad tracks ran behind it. The front bedroom of the house was where he and his brothers would sleep when they spent the night.
As my Father tells me:
"Granny would have us sleep in the front bedroom. Because of all the tall old trees around the house it would be cool there at night even in the spring. Granny would pack the blankets on the bed. You stayed warm. We slept with all the windows open so you had that cool breeze blowin in. You could here the train comin and the soft whistle and train sound. It was great, you would sleep hard".
"She was a good Granny. She could cook. She made the best damn waffles ever. Big waffles. She would stand there at the stove and make you as many as you wanted. They were poor. Never had any money. Sometimes she wouldn't have any syrup so she would cook the waffels with Kayro syrup. My god, so sweet. Best Damn waffles."
"You could go to her house anytime of the day, she would still have some sausage and biscuits left from breakfast she would fix you up one or two or however many you wanted. She always had something for you to eat".
G.G was always around during my childhood. My Granny her daughter lived across the street from my parents and my brother and me. G.G didn't like bad weather, she was scared. Being from Georgia or any where in the South you get used to bad weather quickly. Lots of Spring and Summer thunder storms. A bad cloud would blow up and off Granny and Papa would go to get G.G so she could come stay with them. Once she was with someone it was fine. A tornado could and did blow around and with her all was well, as long as she was with someone. I can recall many stormy nights staying at Granny's(Geneva) house watching TV with her and G.G.
G.G and Granny would quilt. They sat in the basement in thier old chairs with the quilt rack between them stitching beautiful quilt tops. Thats where I learned to sew. G.G taught me to make tiny stitches in a perfect row. How to make a seam tight and how to make the simple little slip knot that held it all in place.
She wasn't an affectionate and touchy woman. She was never the one who's lap you sat in, but she was loving. When she died Granny (Geneva) and I went to her house to go through her things. There we found every photo, card, corsage and what-not each of us had given her. She had a lot of spunk, I didn't realize until I wrote this how much I miss her. I love you G.G!
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