|Birth: ||Aug. 10, 1895|
|Death: ||Jul. 18, 1969|
In 2015 I will celebrate the 120th year since the birth of my Grandmother, Willie Love Owens Hogg. She knows how much I miss her, so much that it hurts. She's been gone for 45 years.
I grew up around her, celebrating holidays with her. From the time I was 4 years old until she passed, when I was 21 years old, I got to be with her frequently. We all lived in the immediate Dallas or Park Cities area of Dallas, Texas.
Grandmother was one of the nicest and gentlest people, I've ever known. She was born before electricity and plumbing, but she experienced astronauts and most of the conveniences we have today. She was raised as a Baptist, and she was a loyal Baptist until she died. She was trained as a public education teacher, and she did most of her public school teaching as her children grew up in Oklahoma City, OK. In her later years she taught primarily at her church. She was a Sunday School teacher at Highland Baptist Church in Dallas, TX. for literally decades.
She loved beautiful things, like antique glass, roses, and pretty clothes. Despite her humble beginnings as the daughter of a farmer with 11 other children, she had more class as well as humility than anyone I've known. Despite the financial success she experienced with my Grandfather, she didn't know the meaning of haughty, or snooty, or taking on airs. She was a loving, forgiving, sweet person. She smelled like roses and like comfort and like safety.
I remember that I went with my Grandparents to an Owens Family reunion, when I was about 10 years old. It was probably in the Midland Odessa area of Texas. I was too young and shy to get much out of it, but I remember hoards of older people, sitting in chairs in the back yard of a home. I also remember that I was told there was a "snapping turtle" in the front yard. I went to see it, and the men scared me about it snapping my fingers off. They got a real kick out of that.
She brought me so much joy and love; I miss her so. But as part of her giving nature she has come to be with us and to be our guardian angel. She has sent me an undeniable message that she is here, that she watches over us, and that she loves us. Her message is one of the sweetest things that I remember about her. She used to whistle almost imperceptibly, tunes that were mostly unrecognizable while she went about her work at home.
Now my wife whistles exactly like her almost daily. I asked her if she knew she was whistling, and she denied ever whistling; but as I called her attention to it, she realized that she was whistling unrecognizable tunes. I can hear both of them whistling faintly right now.
Some day we'll both be with her. She's telling us that she loves us and we belong with her.
Thomas Frederick Owens (1854 - 1930)
Nancy Ann Sessums Owens (1863 - 1947)
William Bryan Hogg (1897 - 1980)*
Dorothy Jo Hogg Leach (1922 - 2010)*
Helen Ruth Hogg Burton (1924 - 2010)*
Maggie Mae Owens Hatter (1883 - 1966)*
Lueilla Sammons (1884 - 1968)*
Anna Bell Owens Sims (1886 - 1971)*
John Thomas Owens (1888 - 1966)*
Sarah Alice Owens Hogg (1891 - 1968)*
Tolbert F Owens (1893 - 1973)*
Willie Love Owens Hogg (1895 - 1969)
Charles Hobson Owens (1898 - 1975)*
Wilmer Wesley Owens (1900 - 1916)*
Ruby Elma Owens Waggoner (1903 - 1981)*
Note: Willie shares a large headstone with WB
Sparkman Hillcrest Memorial Park
Created by: Steve Burton
Record added: Aug 16, 2013
Find A Grave Memorial# 115593763
I'm late, but happy 120th birthday on August 10. You continue to mean so much to me. Love and hugs,Steve|
Added: Sep. 26, 2015
May you rest in peace and feel as much joy and peace as you brought to me on this Earth. Steve Burton|
Added: Jul. 25, 2015