First Marriage
Hattie was married to Raymond M. Woolfenden by Rev. A.J. Cummings on Thursday, September 2, 1915. Hattie and Raymond went by buggy to Manassas to get married but were turned down because she was underage, only 17. Fred Liming, who owned one of the five cars in all of Prince William County in 1915, then drove them, along with Rev. A.J. Cummings, the pastor of Belle Haven Missionary Baptist Church, to Midland, VA where they were married at the courthouse. They afterwards went on their honeymoon via train to Atlantic City, NJ Hattie's first child, Raymond, was born on September 5, 1916 at Kopp, Virginia. His father passed away 35 days later, on October 10, 1916. Raymond and his mother continued to live on the Woolfenden farm until she re-married. She attended what is now Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg prior to her second marriage to become a teacher. A list of heirs is on file at the Prince William County Courthouse, Manassas, Virginia, dated October 11, 1916 regarding Raymond M. Woolfenden which lists Hattie as the primary heir.
Second Marriage
Hattie re-married, on Wednesday, May 7, 1919, in Manassas, Virginia, to Richard Henry Hinton. After Hattie re-married, the family moved to Quantico where Richard Hinton opened a store which was called Quantico Market. During 1921, Richard got a job at the ice plant at Camp Humphries (now know as Fort Belvoir). The family moved into government housing on post near the current railroad crossing over US Route One at Fort Belvoir. In 1926 the family brought the old Hunter home and moved there. That home burned down in 1928. The current home on that site was built after the fire on top of the original home's basement. The family lived on Cox's farm for two years while the new home was built.
Notes from Cheryl Hinton about Hattie during Cheryl's childhood:
She took me to church every Sunday, both Sunday School and the service. I can still hear her singing "I come to the Garden alone" and "Old Rugged Cross" in that warbly voice. I still love all the gospel songs and still know all the words . I was hyperactive I'm sure,( they didn't have that name then) but sitting still was impossible for me to do. She always said I had ants in my pants. (I took it literally and was always looking for them). Anyway, every Sunday I would be told to sit still and every Sunday I would get very itchy the minute she said that - everything on my body would feel like a beehive. Out back I would be taken and switched and told to go back in and sit still. It was just not possible after having been in Sunday School prior to the Church service. The preacher scared me to death about being a sinner and I'd go up front to be saved every single Sunday. Grandmother never tried to yank me back - she would just let me go.
Grandmother made beautiful wooden swings that you sat in like a bench and used your feet to push with. They were painted white when she was done and they were absolutely beautiful. I never thought it was strange for a woman to be building huge swing sets and lawn chairs, etc. I was much older before I realized it wasn't "normal" and wondered how she learned to do that. I was later told her Dad was good with wood so she most likely learned from him. Anyway, she always caught me whenever I was doing Something I shouldn't be. I would ask how she always knew and she would say, "I have eyes in the back of my head". Again, I took things literally, so one afternoon she fell asleep in the swing she had just built. I creeped over, carefully lifted her hair net, and started searching for those "eyes". If she had awakened my goose would have been cooked and I knew it. Thank God, she did not awaken. I never found those "eyes", but was convinced she had them.
Grandmother was huge on church. I went at least twice a week, without fail. Every Sunday we would get up very early and make bread, (enough for the whole week) so it could rise on the stove while we were at church. When we got home, we made a huge brunch. I can still smell the fresh bread baking in the oven. She also made her own preserves, Dansom plum was my favorite. She liked crabapple. (To me, they were too small and way too much work - plus, they were very tart). We were cooking most of the time. As soon as we finished one meal we would clean up and start on the next one. Her rolls were to die for, they would melt in your mouth. I have never tasted better. Many times now, family members and friends say they love my cooking - and I smile and say, "you should have tasted my Grandmother's). I never saw a person, family or stranger, come to the door that she didn't immediately say, "let me fix you something to eat". Food was lots of choices, mostly fresh from the garden or in the winter, what we had canned in Mason jars.
When Grandmother got older, we would make oatmeal cookies, (her personal favorite) and she would hide them from Grandpa. Unfortunately, many times she would forget and not find them for several months. She would really laugh whenever that happened.
The swings were wonderful, I loved to swing in them and am constantly asking people if they have ever seen that kind. I'm glad you remember them. I helped her make them, (my contribution being handing her the wood - I wish I had been paying more attention). I loved the swings and think of them fondly. She was an amazing person. Maybe one day when I have more spare time, I will have someone teach me how to do it.
We were also gardening a lot. She would root boxwood and baby it and have rows and rows of them. We would sell them to businesses on Rt. 1. We also sold them produce from their garden. Many times she would show me a Holly tree that was 60 ft. tall and tell me she planted it when it was an inch. Dogwood's were her favorite tree. She had a Japanese double blossom tree in the front yard that was so beautiful when it was in bloom. It was gorgeous, just breathtaking.
She had flowers around the back when you walked out the door and I have never seen them again - yet can remember them clearly - I keep looking. Speaking of that, when I was little, there was a very mean rooster that chased me the minute I hit that back door. He was so mean and scared me to death - thanks to him I learned to run fast. Anyway, I never liked to watch them wring the chicken's necks, but I was very happy the day it was that rooster's turn.
Grandmother did everything, she had a beehive for honey, made her own soap with lye, could sew or knit or tat or crochet anything. She had so many amazing talents. She was truly amazing.
Hattie was married to Raymond M. Woolfenden by Rev. A.J. Cummings on Thursday, September 2, 1915. Hattie and Raymond went by buggy to Manassas to get married but were turned down because she was underage, only 17. Fred Liming, who owned one of the five cars in all of Prince William County in 1915, then drove them, along with Rev. A.J. Cummings, the pastor of Belle Haven Missionary Baptist Church, to Midland, VA where they were married at the courthouse. They afterwards went on their honeymoon via train to Atlantic City, NJ Hattie's first child, Raymond, was born on September 5, 1916 at Kopp, Virginia. His father passed away 35 days later, on October 10, 1916. Raymond and his mother continued to live on the Woolfenden farm until she re-married. She attended what is now Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg prior to her second marriage to become a teacher. A list of heirs is on file at the Prince William County Courthouse, Manassas, Virginia, dated October 11, 1916 regarding Raymond M. Woolfenden which lists Hattie as the primary heir.
Second Marriage
Hattie re-married, on Wednesday, May 7, 1919, in Manassas, Virginia, to Richard Henry Hinton. After Hattie re-married, the family moved to Quantico where Richard Hinton opened a store which was called Quantico Market. During 1921, Richard got a job at the ice plant at Camp Humphries (now know as Fort Belvoir). The family moved into government housing on post near the current railroad crossing over US Route One at Fort Belvoir. In 1926 the family brought the old Hunter home and moved there. That home burned down in 1928. The current home on that site was built after the fire on top of the original home's basement. The family lived on Cox's farm for two years while the new home was built.
Notes from Cheryl Hinton about Hattie during Cheryl's childhood:
She took me to church every Sunday, both Sunday School and the service. I can still hear her singing "I come to the Garden alone" and "Old Rugged Cross" in that warbly voice. I still love all the gospel songs and still know all the words . I was hyperactive I'm sure,( they didn't have that name then) but sitting still was impossible for me to do. She always said I had ants in my pants. (I took it literally and was always looking for them). Anyway, every Sunday I would be told to sit still and every Sunday I would get very itchy the minute she said that - everything on my body would feel like a beehive. Out back I would be taken and switched and told to go back in and sit still. It was just not possible after having been in Sunday School prior to the Church service. The preacher scared me to death about being a sinner and I'd go up front to be saved every single Sunday. Grandmother never tried to yank me back - she would just let me go.
Grandmother made beautiful wooden swings that you sat in like a bench and used your feet to push with. They were painted white when she was done and they were absolutely beautiful. I never thought it was strange for a woman to be building huge swing sets and lawn chairs, etc. I was much older before I realized it wasn't "normal" and wondered how she learned to do that. I was later told her Dad was good with wood so she most likely learned from him. Anyway, she always caught me whenever I was doing Something I shouldn't be. I would ask how she always knew and she would say, "I have eyes in the back of my head". Again, I took things literally, so one afternoon she fell asleep in the swing she had just built. I creeped over, carefully lifted her hair net, and started searching for those "eyes". If she had awakened my goose would have been cooked and I knew it. Thank God, she did not awaken. I never found those "eyes", but was convinced she had them.
Grandmother was huge on church. I went at least twice a week, without fail. Every Sunday we would get up very early and make bread, (enough for the whole week) so it could rise on the stove while we were at church. When we got home, we made a huge brunch. I can still smell the fresh bread baking in the oven. She also made her own preserves, Dansom plum was my favorite. She liked crabapple. (To me, they were too small and way too much work - plus, they were very tart). We were cooking most of the time. As soon as we finished one meal we would clean up and start on the next one. Her rolls were to die for, they would melt in your mouth. I have never tasted better. Many times now, family members and friends say they love my cooking - and I smile and say, "you should have tasted my Grandmother's). I never saw a person, family or stranger, come to the door that she didn't immediately say, "let me fix you something to eat". Food was lots of choices, mostly fresh from the garden or in the winter, what we had canned in Mason jars.
When Grandmother got older, we would make oatmeal cookies, (her personal favorite) and she would hide them from Grandpa. Unfortunately, many times she would forget and not find them for several months. She would really laugh whenever that happened.
The swings were wonderful, I loved to swing in them and am constantly asking people if they have ever seen that kind. I'm glad you remember them. I helped her make them, (my contribution being handing her the wood - I wish I had been paying more attention). I loved the swings and think of them fondly. She was an amazing person. Maybe one day when I have more spare time, I will have someone teach me how to do it.
We were also gardening a lot. She would root boxwood and baby it and have rows and rows of them. We would sell them to businesses on Rt. 1. We also sold them produce from their garden. Many times she would show me a Holly tree that was 60 ft. tall and tell me she planted it when it was an inch. Dogwood's were her favorite tree. She had a Japanese double blossom tree in the front yard that was so beautiful when it was in bloom. It was gorgeous, just breathtaking.
She had flowers around the back when you walked out the door and I have never seen them again - yet can remember them clearly - I keep looking. Speaking of that, when I was little, there was a very mean rooster that chased me the minute I hit that back door. He was so mean and scared me to death - thanks to him I learned to run fast. Anyway, I never liked to watch them wring the chicken's necks, but I was very happy the day it was that rooster's turn.
Grandmother did everything, she had a beehive for honey, made her own soap with lye, could sew or knit or tat or crochet anything. She had so many amazing talents. She was truly amazing.
First Marriage
Hattie was married to Raymond M. Woolfenden by Rev. A.J. Cummings on Thursday, September 2, 1915. Hattie and Raymond went by buggy to Manassas to get married but were turned down because she was underage, only 17. Fred Liming, who owned one of the five cars in all of Prince William County in 1915, then drove them, along with Rev. A.J. Cummings, the pastor of Belle Haven Missionary Baptist Church, to Midland, VA where they were married at the courthouse. They afterwards went on their honeymoon via train to Atlantic City, NJ Hattie's first child, Raymond, was born on September 5, 1916 at Kopp, Virginia. His father passed away 35 days later, on October 10, 1916. Raymond and his mother continued to live on the Woolfenden farm until she re-married. She attended what is now Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg prior to her second marriage to become a teacher. A list of heirs is on file at the Prince William County Courthouse, Manassas, Virginia, dated October 11, 1916 regarding Raymond M. Woolfenden which lists Hattie as the primary heir.
Second Marriage
Hattie re-married, on Wednesday, May 7, 1919, in Manassas, Virginia, to Richard Henry Hinton. After Hattie re-married, the family moved to Quantico where Richard Hinton opened a store which was called Quantico Market. During 1921, Richard got a job at the ice plant at Camp Humphries (now know as Fort Belvoir). The family moved into government housing on post near the current railroad crossing over US Route One at Fort Belvoir. In 1926 the family brought the old Hunter home and moved there. That home burned down in 1928. The current home on that site was built after the fire on top of the original home's basement. The family lived on Cox's farm for two years while the new home was built.
Notes from Cheryl Hinton about Hattie during Cheryl's childhood:
She took me to church every Sunday, both Sunday School and the service. I can still hear her singing "I come to the Garden alone" and "Old Rugged Cross" in that warbly voice. I still love all the gospel songs and still know all the words . I was hyperactive I'm sure,( they didn't have that name then) but sitting still was impossible for me to do. She always said I had ants in my pants. (I took it literally and was always looking for them). Anyway, every Sunday I would be told to sit still and every Sunday I would get very itchy the minute she said that - everything on my body would feel like a beehive. Out back I would be taken and switched and told to go back in and sit still. It was just not possible after having been in Sunday School prior to the Church service. The preacher scared me to death about being a sinner and I'd go up front to be saved every single Sunday. Grandmother never tried to yank me back - she would just let me go.
Grandmother made beautiful wooden swings that you sat in like a bench and used your feet to push with. They were painted white when she was done and they were absolutely beautiful. I never thought it was strange for a woman to be building huge swing sets and lawn chairs, etc. I was much older before I realized it wasn't "normal" and wondered how she learned to do that. I was later told her Dad was good with wood so she most likely learned from him. Anyway, she always caught me whenever I was doing Something I shouldn't be. I would ask how she always knew and she would say, "I have eyes in the back of my head". Again, I took things literally, so one afternoon she fell asleep in the swing she had just built. I creeped over, carefully lifted her hair net, and started searching for those "eyes". If she had awakened my goose would have been cooked and I knew it. Thank God, she did not awaken. I never found those "eyes", but was convinced she had them.
Grandmother was huge on church. I went at least twice a week, without fail. Every Sunday we would get up very early and make bread, (enough for the whole week) so it could rise on the stove while we were at church. When we got home, we made a huge brunch. I can still smell the fresh bread baking in the oven. She also made her own preserves, Dansom plum was my favorite. She liked crabapple. (To me, they were too small and way too much work - plus, they were very tart). We were cooking most of the time. As soon as we finished one meal we would clean up and start on the next one. Her rolls were to die for, they would melt in your mouth. I have never tasted better. Many times now, family members and friends say they love my cooking - and I smile and say, "you should have tasted my Grandmother's). I never saw a person, family or stranger, come to the door that she didn't immediately say, "let me fix you something to eat". Food was lots of choices, mostly fresh from the garden or in the winter, what we had canned in Mason jars.
When Grandmother got older, we would make oatmeal cookies, (her personal favorite) and she would hide them from Grandpa. Unfortunately, many times she would forget and not find them for several months. She would really laugh whenever that happened.
The swings were wonderful, I loved to swing in them and am constantly asking people if they have ever seen that kind. I'm glad you remember them. I helped her make them, (my contribution being handing her the wood - I wish I had been paying more attention). I loved the swings and think of them fondly. She was an amazing person. Maybe one day when I have more spare time, I will have someone teach me how to do it.
We were also gardening a lot. She would root boxwood and baby it and have rows and rows of them. We would sell them to businesses on Rt. 1. We also sold them produce from their garden. Many times she would show me a Holly tree that was 60 ft. tall and tell me she planted it when it was an inch. Dogwood's were her favorite tree. She had a Japanese double blossom tree in the front yard that was so beautiful when it was in bloom. It was gorgeous, just breathtaking.
She had flowers around the back when you walked out the door and I have never seen them again - yet can remember them clearly - I keep looking. Speaking of that, when I was little, there was a very mean rooster that chased me the minute I hit that back door. He was so mean and scared me to death - thanks to him I learned to run fast. Anyway, I never liked to watch them wring the chicken's necks, but I was very happy the day it was that rooster's turn.
Grandmother did everything, she had a beehive for honey, made her own soap with lye, could sew or knit or tat or crochet anything. She had so many amazing talents. She was truly amazing.
Hattie was married to Raymond M. Woolfenden by Rev. A.J. Cummings on Thursday, September 2, 1915. Hattie and Raymond went by buggy to Manassas to get married but were turned down because she was underage, only 17. Fred Liming, who owned one of the five cars in all of Prince William County in 1915, then drove them, along with Rev. A.J. Cummings, the pastor of Belle Haven Missionary Baptist Church, to Midland, VA where they were married at the courthouse. They afterwards went on their honeymoon via train to Atlantic City, NJ Hattie's first child, Raymond, was born on September 5, 1916 at Kopp, Virginia. His father passed away 35 days later, on October 10, 1916. Raymond and his mother continued to live on the Woolfenden farm until she re-married. She attended what is now Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg prior to her second marriage to become a teacher. A list of heirs is on file at the Prince William County Courthouse, Manassas, Virginia, dated October 11, 1916 regarding Raymond M. Woolfenden which lists Hattie as the primary heir.
Second Marriage
Hattie re-married, on Wednesday, May 7, 1919, in Manassas, Virginia, to Richard Henry Hinton. After Hattie re-married, the family moved to Quantico where Richard Hinton opened a store which was called Quantico Market. During 1921, Richard got a job at the ice plant at Camp Humphries (now know as Fort Belvoir). The family moved into government housing on post near the current railroad crossing over US Route One at Fort Belvoir. In 1926 the family brought the old Hunter home and moved there. That home burned down in 1928. The current home on that site was built after the fire on top of the original home's basement. The family lived on Cox's farm for two years while the new home was built.
Notes from Cheryl Hinton about Hattie during Cheryl's childhood:
She took me to church every Sunday, both Sunday School and the service. I can still hear her singing "I come to the Garden alone" and "Old Rugged Cross" in that warbly voice. I still love all the gospel songs and still know all the words . I was hyperactive I'm sure,( they didn't have that name then) but sitting still was impossible for me to do. She always said I had ants in my pants. (I took it literally and was always looking for them). Anyway, every Sunday I would be told to sit still and every Sunday I would get very itchy the minute she said that - everything on my body would feel like a beehive. Out back I would be taken and switched and told to go back in and sit still. It was just not possible after having been in Sunday School prior to the Church service. The preacher scared me to death about being a sinner and I'd go up front to be saved every single Sunday. Grandmother never tried to yank me back - she would just let me go.
Grandmother made beautiful wooden swings that you sat in like a bench and used your feet to push with. They were painted white when she was done and they were absolutely beautiful. I never thought it was strange for a woman to be building huge swing sets and lawn chairs, etc. I was much older before I realized it wasn't "normal" and wondered how she learned to do that. I was later told her Dad was good with wood so she most likely learned from him. Anyway, she always caught me whenever I was doing Something I shouldn't be. I would ask how she always knew and she would say, "I have eyes in the back of my head". Again, I took things literally, so one afternoon she fell asleep in the swing she had just built. I creeped over, carefully lifted her hair net, and started searching for those "eyes". If she had awakened my goose would have been cooked and I knew it. Thank God, she did not awaken. I never found those "eyes", but was convinced she had them.
Grandmother was huge on church. I went at least twice a week, without fail. Every Sunday we would get up very early and make bread, (enough for the whole week) so it could rise on the stove while we were at church. When we got home, we made a huge brunch. I can still smell the fresh bread baking in the oven. She also made her own preserves, Dansom plum was my favorite. She liked crabapple. (To me, they were too small and way too much work - plus, they were very tart). We were cooking most of the time. As soon as we finished one meal we would clean up and start on the next one. Her rolls were to die for, they would melt in your mouth. I have never tasted better. Many times now, family members and friends say they love my cooking - and I smile and say, "you should have tasted my Grandmother's). I never saw a person, family or stranger, come to the door that she didn't immediately say, "let me fix you something to eat". Food was lots of choices, mostly fresh from the garden or in the winter, what we had canned in Mason jars.
When Grandmother got older, we would make oatmeal cookies, (her personal favorite) and she would hide them from Grandpa. Unfortunately, many times she would forget and not find them for several months. She would really laugh whenever that happened.
The swings were wonderful, I loved to swing in them and am constantly asking people if they have ever seen that kind. I'm glad you remember them. I helped her make them, (my contribution being handing her the wood - I wish I had been paying more attention). I loved the swings and think of them fondly. She was an amazing person. Maybe one day when I have more spare time, I will have someone teach me how to do it.
We were also gardening a lot. She would root boxwood and baby it and have rows and rows of them. We would sell them to businesses on Rt. 1. We also sold them produce from their garden. Many times she would show me a Holly tree that was 60 ft. tall and tell me she planted it when it was an inch. Dogwood's were her favorite tree. She had a Japanese double blossom tree in the front yard that was so beautiful when it was in bloom. It was gorgeous, just breathtaking.
She had flowers around the back when you walked out the door and I have never seen them again - yet can remember them clearly - I keep looking. Speaking of that, when I was little, there was a very mean rooster that chased me the minute I hit that back door. He was so mean and scared me to death - thanks to him I learned to run fast. Anyway, I never liked to watch them wring the chicken's necks, but I was very happy the day it was that rooster's turn.
Grandmother did everything, she had a beehive for honey, made her own soap with lye, could sew or knit or tat or crochet anything. She had so many amazing talents. She was truly amazing.
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