Martha Lucinda House was born September 23, 1885 in Searcy County, Arkansas to James and Emily Huffman House. She married James Henry (Owl) Baker on August 26, 1902. Owl was the son of Nathaniel and Elizabeth Cook Baker. Martha had seven children by the time she was 28.
1900 census lists Martha living in Beaver with her parents and siblings: Mary, Sarah, Ellie and Hattie. Martha can read and write.
The 1920, 1930 and 1940 census list Martha and James living in Beaver, Searcy County, Arkansas. She assisted with the general farming, as well as, keeping house, cooking and making clothes (homemaker) for the family.
Martha had a major stroke and passed on September 20, 1952, in Big Flat, Arkansas, at the age of 67. Martha is resting beside Owl in the Big Flat Cemetery.
**Grandma Baker Permission given by Sherion Reece Gust: copied from Growing Up In the Ozarks: Fourteen Kids Plus Two Parents
"I cannot remember walking with my mom to Grandma Baker’s cabin near Big Creek. The two miles to get there would have been a long hike for Mom to make with her kids tagging along beside her. However, Grandma did trek to our house almost daily. They shared the garden space behind our house on Bear Branch Hill. Thus, they planted, harvested, and preserved the produce at my parents’ house. Then Daddy loaded his wagon and hauled Grandma’s share of canned vegetables down the hillside to her cabin. What I can remember is perching myself on an oak stool watching Grandma Baker hand-stitch my Easter bonnet. Mom hand-stitched my matching dress to wear on Easter Sunday. I can picture the floral, cotton-flour sack material lying on our kitchen table. I have the image of their fingers going back and forth, and up and down as they pulled the needles through the little, blue flowers. I cannot remember what they talked about, but I can still hear their laughter as they sat around the oak table. I know my memories are shrouded in the cloudiness of youthfulness, but I was three-years-old, when Grandma Baker hiked the two-mile uphill trail from her cabin to our house. I recall that she sat on the straight-back-wooden chair at the kitchen table. I can picture her removing her blue bonnet from her head and hanging it on the back of the chair. I remember that the small, blue print on her dress matched the tiny print on her bonnet. Today I realize that Grandma had hand-stitched her dress and bonnet from matching flour sacks. Grandma wore her brown hair swept up and pulled back into a tightly-spun bun, just like my mom’s hair. When she sat down, I climbed on her lap. Her soft arms felt hot and clammy against my bare skin. Before my mom offered her a cold drink, Grandma said, “Cora, I’ve got a real bad headache. Will you bring me a drink of water?” Grandma took a sip of cold water. Her body slouched over the table, immediately. She dropped me on the kitchen floor. I remember all the commotion around me. Mom tried to revive her. She shouted, “Run and tell your dad to come quickly.” Daddy was working in the backyard. Daddy drove Grandma about twenty-miles to the nearest doctor’s office. They didn’t see a doctor in time to save her. As the leaves turned golden, she went to sleep. I still remember all the sad people around our house for days. I missed my grandma! When I was much older, I learned that she had a stroke that she did not overcome"
1900 census lists Martha living in Beaver with her parents and siblings: Mary, Sarah, Ellie and Hattie. Martha can read and write.
The 1920, 1930 and 1940 census list Martha and James living in Beaver, Searcy County, Arkansas. She assisted with the general farming, as well as, keeping house, cooking and making clothes (homemaker) for the family.
Martha had a major stroke and passed on September 20, 1952, in Big Flat, Arkansas, at the age of 67. Martha is resting beside Owl in the Big Flat Cemetery.
**Grandma Baker Permission given by Sherion Reece Gust: copied from Growing Up In the Ozarks: Fourteen Kids Plus Two Parents
"I cannot remember walking with my mom to Grandma Baker’s cabin near Big Creek. The two miles to get there would have been a long hike for Mom to make with her kids tagging along beside her. However, Grandma did trek to our house almost daily. They shared the garden space behind our house on Bear Branch Hill. Thus, they planted, harvested, and preserved the produce at my parents’ house. Then Daddy loaded his wagon and hauled Grandma’s share of canned vegetables down the hillside to her cabin. What I can remember is perching myself on an oak stool watching Grandma Baker hand-stitch my Easter bonnet. Mom hand-stitched my matching dress to wear on Easter Sunday. I can picture the floral, cotton-flour sack material lying on our kitchen table. I have the image of their fingers going back and forth, and up and down as they pulled the needles through the little, blue flowers. I cannot remember what they talked about, but I can still hear their laughter as they sat around the oak table. I know my memories are shrouded in the cloudiness of youthfulness, but I was three-years-old, when Grandma Baker hiked the two-mile uphill trail from her cabin to our house. I recall that she sat on the straight-back-wooden chair at the kitchen table. I can picture her removing her blue bonnet from her head and hanging it on the back of the chair. I remember that the small, blue print on her dress matched the tiny print on her bonnet. Today I realize that Grandma had hand-stitched her dress and bonnet from matching flour sacks. Grandma wore her brown hair swept up and pulled back into a tightly-spun bun, just like my mom’s hair. When she sat down, I climbed on her lap. Her soft arms felt hot and clammy against my bare skin. Before my mom offered her a cold drink, Grandma said, “Cora, I’ve got a real bad headache. Will you bring me a drink of water?” Grandma took a sip of cold water. Her body slouched over the table, immediately. She dropped me on the kitchen floor. I remember all the commotion around me. Mom tried to revive her. She shouted, “Run and tell your dad to come quickly.” Daddy was working in the backyard. Daddy drove Grandma about twenty-miles to the nearest doctor’s office. They didn’t see a doctor in time to save her. As the leaves turned golden, she went to sleep. I still remember all the sad people around our house for days. I missed my grandma! When I was much older, I learned that she had a stroke that she did not overcome"
Martha Lucinda House was born September 23, 1885 in Searcy County, Arkansas to James and Emily Huffman House. She married James Henry (Owl) Baker on August 26, 1902. Owl was the son of Nathaniel and Elizabeth Cook Baker. Martha had seven children by the time she was 28.
1900 census lists Martha living in Beaver with her parents and siblings: Mary, Sarah, Ellie and Hattie. Martha can read and write.
The 1920, 1930 and 1940 census list Martha and James living in Beaver, Searcy County, Arkansas. She assisted with the general farming, as well as, keeping house, cooking and making clothes (homemaker) for the family.
Martha had a major stroke and passed on September 20, 1952, in Big Flat, Arkansas, at the age of 67. Martha is resting beside Owl in the Big Flat Cemetery.
**Grandma Baker Permission given by Sherion Reece Gust: copied from Growing Up In the Ozarks: Fourteen Kids Plus Two Parents
"I cannot remember walking with my mom to Grandma Baker’s cabin near Big Creek. The two miles to get there would have been a long hike for Mom to make with her kids tagging along beside her. However, Grandma did trek to our house almost daily. They shared the garden space behind our house on Bear Branch Hill. Thus, they planted, harvested, and preserved the produce at my parents’ house. Then Daddy loaded his wagon and hauled Grandma’s share of canned vegetables down the hillside to her cabin. What I can remember is perching myself on an oak stool watching Grandma Baker hand-stitch my Easter bonnet. Mom hand-stitched my matching dress to wear on Easter Sunday. I can picture the floral, cotton-flour sack material lying on our kitchen table. I have the image of their fingers going back and forth, and up and down as they pulled the needles through the little, blue flowers. I cannot remember what they talked about, but I can still hear their laughter as they sat around the oak table. I know my memories are shrouded in the cloudiness of youthfulness, but I was three-years-old, when Grandma Baker hiked the two-mile uphill trail from her cabin to our house. I recall that she sat on the straight-back-wooden chair at the kitchen table. I can picture her removing her blue bonnet from her head and hanging it on the back of the chair. I remember that the small, blue print on her dress matched the tiny print on her bonnet. Today I realize that Grandma had hand-stitched her dress and bonnet from matching flour sacks. Grandma wore her brown hair swept up and pulled back into a tightly-spun bun, just like my mom’s hair. When she sat down, I climbed on her lap. Her soft arms felt hot and clammy against my bare skin. Before my mom offered her a cold drink, Grandma said, “Cora, I’ve got a real bad headache. Will you bring me a drink of water?” Grandma took a sip of cold water. Her body slouched over the table, immediately. She dropped me on the kitchen floor. I remember all the commotion around me. Mom tried to revive her. She shouted, “Run and tell your dad to come quickly.” Daddy was working in the backyard. Daddy drove Grandma about twenty-miles to the nearest doctor’s office. They didn’t see a doctor in time to save her. As the leaves turned golden, she went to sleep. I still remember all the sad people around our house for days. I missed my grandma! When I was much older, I learned that she had a stroke that she did not overcome"
1900 census lists Martha living in Beaver with her parents and siblings: Mary, Sarah, Ellie and Hattie. Martha can read and write.
The 1920, 1930 and 1940 census list Martha and James living in Beaver, Searcy County, Arkansas. She assisted with the general farming, as well as, keeping house, cooking and making clothes (homemaker) for the family.
Martha had a major stroke and passed on September 20, 1952, in Big Flat, Arkansas, at the age of 67. Martha is resting beside Owl in the Big Flat Cemetery.
**Grandma Baker Permission given by Sherion Reece Gust: copied from Growing Up In the Ozarks: Fourteen Kids Plus Two Parents
"I cannot remember walking with my mom to Grandma Baker’s cabin near Big Creek. The two miles to get there would have been a long hike for Mom to make with her kids tagging along beside her. However, Grandma did trek to our house almost daily. They shared the garden space behind our house on Bear Branch Hill. Thus, they planted, harvested, and preserved the produce at my parents’ house. Then Daddy loaded his wagon and hauled Grandma’s share of canned vegetables down the hillside to her cabin. What I can remember is perching myself on an oak stool watching Grandma Baker hand-stitch my Easter bonnet. Mom hand-stitched my matching dress to wear on Easter Sunday. I can picture the floral, cotton-flour sack material lying on our kitchen table. I have the image of their fingers going back and forth, and up and down as they pulled the needles through the little, blue flowers. I cannot remember what they talked about, but I can still hear their laughter as they sat around the oak table. I know my memories are shrouded in the cloudiness of youthfulness, but I was three-years-old, when Grandma Baker hiked the two-mile uphill trail from her cabin to our house. I recall that she sat on the straight-back-wooden chair at the kitchen table. I can picture her removing her blue bonnet from her head and hanging it on the back of the chair. I remember that the small, blue print on her dress matched the tiny print on her bonnet. Today I realize that Grandma had hand-stitched her dress and bonnet from matching flour sacks. Grandma wore her brown hair swept up and pulled back into a tightly-spun bun, just like my mom’s hair. When she sat down, I climbed on her lap. Her soft arms felt hot and clammy against my bare skin. Before my mom offered her a cold drink, Grandma said, “Cora, I’ve got a real bad headache. Will you bring me a drink of water?” Grandma took a sip of cold water. Her body slouched over the table, immediately. She dropped me on the kitchen floor. I remember all the commotion around me. Mom tried to revive her. She shouted, “Run and tell your dad to come quickly.” Daddy was working in the backyard. Daddy drove Grandma about twenty-miles to the nearest doctor’s office. They didn’t see a doctor in time to save her. As the leaves turned golden, she went to sleep. I still remember all the sad people around our house for days. I missed my grandma! When I was much older, I learned that she had a stroke that she did not overcome"
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