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Townes Ella Jones <I>Hill</I> Paine

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Townes Ella Jones Hill Paine

Birth
Georgia, USA
Death
15 Sep 1972 (aged 87)
Perryton, Ochiltree County, Texas, USA
Burial
Lipscomb, Lipscomb County, Texas, USA Add to Map
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Pampa Daily News, Sunday, Sept 17, 1972

OBITUARY OF MRS. ELLA J. PAINE

Funeral services will be at 2:20 p.m. today in the First Baptist Church of Booker for Mrs. Ella J. Paine, 87, who died Friday in a Perryton nursing home. Burial will be in Lipscomb Cemetery.

Born in Georgia, she moved to Hall County in 1900, and had lived near Booker since 1905.

Survivors include three sons, Clinton Paine of White Deer, Laurin Paine of Booker, and Walter Paine of Midland; three sisters, Mrs. Kiena (sic) Porter of Phoenix, Ariz., Miss Mittie Hill of Perryton and Mrs. Lena Stephenson of Amarillo; three brothers, W.R. Hill of Amarillo; Ben Hill of Canadian and Clint Hill of Oregon; three grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

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In the 1900 US Census, Ella's name was listed as "Towns E Hill."

My sister, Jane, and I used to accompany our Grandma Stephe (Lena Hill Stephenson) on summer visits to the Booker farm of Aunt Ella and her son, Laurin.

Jane remembers Laurin using a brush and shaving cream in a cup over a small sink in the house. I remember having to walk through his bedroom to get to Aunt Ella's room.

We learned to pump water from the well, drink from a gourd, churn butter, gather eggs and pluck feathers off of newly killed chickens. We even once tried to wring a chicken's neck as Aunt Ella did with a quick pop and a wide swing, but our chicken just walked away dizzy and still very much alive. We dissected every part of the dead chicken as Aunt Ella removed the innards. She let us cut into every organ except the intestines. We begged so much that she finally relented, but told us to do the deed outside. Oh my! What a stink!

We tried to milk cows with Laurin's help and we played in the corn fields, hunting for "corn babies" among the ear stalks. We picnicked in an old chicken coop. We fed the feral cats behind the freezer in a shed. Great summer days!

Aunt Ella taught us how to piece quilts and even made a quilt top for me out of silk from a parachute that she had somehow acquired.

Aunt Ella let us eat as many peaches drowning in fresh cream as we wanted, but neither Jane nor I cottoned much to her chicken feet soup.

She was always cheerful and busy. When we would offer to do dishes, Aunt Ella would always say, "Honey, you two go out and play. You'll have the rest of your life to do dishes."

Remembrances by Donna Ownbey Williamson and Jane Ownbey McNatt
Pampa Daily News, Sunday, Sept 17, 1972

OBITUARY OF MRS. ELLA J. PAINE

Funeral services will be at 2:20 p.m. today in the First Baptist Church of Booker for Mrs. Ella J. Paine, 87, who died Friday in a Perryton nursing home. Burial will be in Lipscomb Cemetery.

Born in Georgia, she moved to Hall County in 1900, and had lived near Booker since 1905.

Survivors include three sons, Clinton Paine of White Deer, Laurin Paine of Booker, and Walter Paine of Midland; three sisters, Mrs. Kiena (sic) Porter of Phoenix, Ariz., Miss Mittie Hill of Perryton and Mrs. Lena Stephenson of Amarillo; three brothers, W.R. Hill of Amarillo; Ben Hill of Canadian and Clint Hill of Oregon; three grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

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In the 1900 US Census, Ella's name was listed as "Towns E Hill."

My sister, Jane, and I used to accompany our Grandma Stephe (Lena Hill Stephenson) on summer visits to the Booker farm of Aunt Ella and her son, Laurin.

Jane remembers Laurin using a brush and shaving cream in a cup over a small sink in the house. I remember having to walk through his bedroom to get to Aunt Ella's room.

We learned to pump water from the well, drink from a gourd, churn butter, gather eggs and pluck feathers off of newly killed chickens. We even once tried to wring a chicken's neck as Aunt Ella did with a quick pop and a wide swing, but our chicken just walked away dizzy and still very much alive. We dissected every part of the dead chicken as Aunt Ella removed the innards. She let us cut into every organ except the intestines. We begged so much that she finally relented, but told us to do the deed outside. Oh my! What a stink!

We tried to milk cows with Laurin's help and we played in the corn fields, hunting for "corn babies" among the ear stalks. We picnicked in an old chicken coop. We fed the feral cats behind the freezer in a shed. Great summer days!

Aunt Ella taught us how to piece quilts and even made a quilt top for me out of silk from a parachute that she had somehow acquired.

Aunt Ella let us eat as many peaches drowning in fresh cream as we wanted, but neither Jane nor I cottoned much to her chicken feet soup.

She was always cheerful and busy. When we would offer to do dishes, Aunt Ella would always say, "Honey, you two go out and play. You'll have the rest of your life to do dishes."

Remembrances by Donna Ownbey Williamson and Jane Ownbey McNatt


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