While looking into a broken link on my website last night I accidentally stumbled on to a surprise: a death certificate for an uncle I never knew I had, the oldest child of Hugh and Birdie Hogue. He was born four and a half months premature at seven in the evening, 26 April 1925. He lived for 15 minutes.
I immediately felt devastated for my grandmother, an intelligent, passionate, yet nervous woman. Knowing her as I did, she was certain to have been in great despair. The loss could explain why she fostered two young boys for several years, and why she spoiled Ron, her youngest, as she did. Birdie was a religious woman. I can easily imagine that she prayed for the unnamed boy's soul for the rest of her life.
My sister Lonnie was named for Alonzo Hogue, known as Lonnie Hogue, an older brother of Hugh's who died at three. Grandpa surely would have reflected on his older but unknown brother after the death of his own son. By naming my sister after him, Alonzo's memory was extended for several decades. It's fitting, I think, that I refer to this young uncle I never knew as Alonzo Hugh Hogue.
I'm not religious. I don't believe in magic, in gods, or in souls of the dead. But it'll make be feel a little better to light a candle for Uncle Lonnie.
I immediately felt devastated for my grandmother, an intelligent, passionate, yet nervous woman. Knowing her as I did, she was certain to have been in great despair. The loss could explain why she fostered two young boys for several years, and why she spoiled Ron, her youngest, as she did. Birdie was a religious woman. I can easily imagine that she prayed for the unnamed boy's soul for the rest of her life.
My sister Lonnie was named for Alonzo Hogue, known as Lonnie Hogue, an older brother of Hugh's who died at three. Grandpa surely would have reflected on his older but unknown brother after the death of his own son. By naming my sister after him, Alonzo's memory was extended for several decades. It's fitting, I think, that I refer to this young uncle I never knew as Alonzo Hugh Hogue.
I'm not religious. I don't believe in magic, in gods, or in souls of the dead. But it'll make be feel a little better to light a candle for Uncle Lonnie.
While looking into a broken link on my website last night I accidentally stumbled on to a surprise: a death certificate for an uncle I never knew I had, the oldest child of Hugh and Birdie Hogue. He was born four and a half months premature at seven in the evening, 26 April 1925. He lived for 15 minutes.
I immediately felt devastated for my grandmother, an intelligent, passionate, yet nervous woman. Knowing her as I did, she was certain to have been in great despair. The loss could explain why she fostered two young boys for several years, and why she spoiled Ron, her youngest, as she did. Birdie was a religious woman. I can easily imagine that she prayed for the unnamed boy's soul for the rest of her life.
My sister Lonnie was named for Alonzo Hogue, known as Lonnie Hogue, an older brother of Hugh's who died at three. Grandpa surely would have reflected on his older but unknown brother after the death of his own son. By naming my sister after him, Alonzo's memory was extended for several decades. It's fitting, I think, that I refer to this young uncle I never knew as Alonzo Hugh Hogue.
I'm not religious. I don't believe in magic, in gods, or in souls of the dead. But it'll make be feel a little better to light a candle for Uncle Lonnie.
I immediately felt devastated for my grandmother, an intelligent, passionate, yet nervous woman. Knowing her as I did, she was certain to have been in great despair. The loss could explain why she fostered two young boys for several years, and why she spoiled Ron, her youngest, as she did. Birdie was a religious woman. I can easily imagine that she prayed for the unnamed boy's soul for the rest of her life.
My sister Lonnie was named for Alonzo Hogue, known as Lonnie Hogue, an older brother of Hugh's who died at three. Grandpa surely would have reflected on his older but unknown brother after the death of his own son. By naming my sister after him, Alonzo's memory was extended for several decades. It's fitting, I think, that I refer to this young uncle I never knew as Alonzo Hugh Hogue.
I'm not religious. I don't believe in magic, in gods, or in souls of the dead. But it'll make be feel a little better to light a candle for Uncle Lonnie.
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