Married 18 May 1918 - Divorced 1931
Floyd Freeman Rone was born to George Anderson and Lizzie Catherine (Clark) Rone on Decemer 11, 1899 in Ray County, Missouri. He was named after his uncle, Lizzie's older brother, William Freeman Clark. He married Revea Frances Tinsley in Clinton County, Missouri on May 18, 1918. They had three children, Loretta Ruth, Billy Reed and Elizabeth Marie. Shortly after the youngest child was born, Revea moved to Denver, Colorado and there was a divorce. After that, Uncle Floyd moved in with his parents and lived with them until their death.
My uncle was born into a family that worked in lumber. The paternal grandfather, Henry Harrison Rone, had a sawmill in Ray County, Missouri. One son, Perrie Davis, died from injuries in that sawmill when he was 18 years old. Two other sons, George Anderson and Homer Harrison, regularly went out of state to buy walnut logs. Floyd went with his father and on rare occasions, his older brother, Henry Harrison, went, too. Sometime after the grandfather died, Floyd's father set up a sawmill and later his uncle, Robert Roy Rone, set one up on his farm, too.
My memory begins about the time Uncle Floyd and the family quit working in lumber. They had not accumulated assets and it might have been because Grandpa gambled. When my grandparents died I was in my early teens and I can recall five moves from one farm to another. They had a cow and chickens and Grandpa always had a garden and Grandma served fresh and canned fruit and vegetables. By this time, the only income was from selling eggs and cream. Uncle Floyd had a team of horses while at one farm they rented. He bought a mare that had a colt he named "Billy". Eventually he got another horse and worked them as a team. I can remember he planted potatoes on one end of the field and he probably grew some feed for the livestock. In that same field, while plowing, he found three Indian head arrows.
It is hard to write about him alone because for all of my childhood, if my family saw him, we probably saw Grandpa and Grandma, too. My uncle had one fault that hurt everyone who loved him. Now it is called "binge drinking" and is seen as a sickness through addiction to alcohol. Then my father, his brother Harrison, would say "Floyd's off on a toot."
After both his parents died, he married an old neighbor lady, Bessie Soulders. Eventually, he disappeared from the Grant Township area and was not heard from until 1953. One day Bob Kalebaugh, the husband of Helen Faye Rone, stopped in a tavern in Kansas City, Missouri. Uncle Floyd was tending bar and Bob recognized him because he had met him at Harrison's funeral. They brought him to Caldwell County to visit his nieces. That is the last time I saw him.
When I was about four, my uncle brought me an Indian doll from Virginia that I named "White Feather". It was stuffed but flat with features and clothes stamped for the front and back side. When I was eleven he was in our house one day when somebody hurt my feelings. He pulled me onto his lap and gave me a dime. Those are the only two things I remember him giving me. He had a full head of white hair that he let me comb. Once he turned a forward flip and landed on his feet but only that one time! Now I can imagine how stiff he must have been. Occasionally he sang country songs but he mostly whistled.
Uncle Floyd liked me and my siblings and I know he missed his three kids that grew up in Colorado. I don't think he ever went there to see them. Ruth came to visit in 1941 and again when Grandma died in 1946. Elizabeth came to Missouri in the summer of 1945 and stayed for a year and a half. During the time she was here, Billy came to visit and probably stayed a year. This father had no parenting skills but I believe he enjoyed being with them.
I lost track of him but I heard through others that he spent time in Kansas with the wheat harvest and then stayed in Oklahoma. Billy had seen his father shortly before he died and Ruth went at his death and made the arrangements. Elizabeth had six children and couldn't get away on short notice. Uncle Floyd died on April 14, 1970 in Clinton, Custer County, Oklahoma and is buried in the Clinton Cemetery.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
6 February 2000
I asked Ginnie (Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes) for your e-mail address so I could share some remembrances I had of your Grandpa (Floyd Freeman Rone).
Floyd Rone was one swell guy, and some of my happiest times were spent with him - like following him in the field as he plowed, no tractor. He had horses and walked behind the plow rather than having a rider.
I used to go over to their house to visit and stay all night. Uncle Floyd lived with Grandpa and Grandma Rone. They all three always made one feel special. They would ask us to sing songs like THERE'S AN OLD SPINNING WHEEL IN THE PARLOR, OLD BLACK JOE, RED RIVER VALLEY AND OTHERS.
Uncle Floyd loved to drink ice tea and drank a lot of it in the summertime. He liked lots of sugar in it, too. He rolled his own cigarettes from Prince Albert in a can.
He had a dog named Buck, and Buck and I were great friends. He was a large dog. His mother was a german shepherd and who knows who his pappy was? Buck was fast, and he could catch a rabbit on the run by over taking it. Sometimes he would over-run the rabbit and have to turn and come back. He nearly always caught it. He was black and white spotted and very friendly.
Uncle Floyd liked to fish and we did some of it together. He also liked watermelon and whipped cream on cake or pie.
He was a hard worker. As he worked he would tend to whistle a tune. Maybe RED RIVER VALLEY, or BYE BYE BLACKBIRD. His favorite song was, "THERE'S A LOVE KNOW IN MY LARIAT".
He liked country music and baseball. I remember my brother and I would walk a short distance to their house when I was about 8 or 9 and they had an old radio that used ear phones. Uncle Floyd used one set and Kenny and I used the other one. One could unscrew the earpiece and then we both could hear. We would hear the Grand Old Opry.
The last time I saw him was shortly prior to my marriage which would have been in 1949.
Floyd Dean Rone September 2001
P.S. I was named for him, too.
Floyd Freeman Rone was born to George Anderson and Lizzie Catherine (Clark) Rone on Decemer 11, 1899 in Ray County, Missouri. He was named after his uncle, Lizzie's older brother, William Freeman Clark. He married Revea Frances Tinsley in Clinton County, Missouri on May 18, 1918. They had three children, Loretta Ruth, Billy Reed and Elizabeth Marie. Shortly after the youngest child was born, Revea moved to Denver, Colorado and there was a divorce. After that, Uncle Floyd moved in with his parents and lived with them until their death.
My uncle was born into a family that worked in lumber. The paternal grandfather, Henry Harrison Rone, had a sawmill in Ray County, Missouri. One son, Perrie Davis, died from injuries in that sawmill when he was 18 years old. Two other sons, George Anderson and Homer Harrison, regularly went out of state to buy walnut logs. Floyd went with his father and on rare occasions, his older brother, Henry Harrison, went, too. Sometime after the grandfather died, Floyd's father set up a sawmill and later his uncle, Robert Roy Rone, set one up on his farm, too.
My memory begins about the time Uncle Floyd and the family quit working in lumber. They had not accumulated assets and it might have been because Grandpa gambled. When my grandparents died I was in my early teens and I can recall five moves from one farm to another. They had a cow and chickens and Grandpa always had a garden and Grandma served fresh and canned fruit and vegetables. By this time, the only income was from selling eggs and cream. Uncle Floyd had a team of horses while at one farm they rented. He bought a mare that had a colt he named "Billy". Eventually he got another horse and worked them as a team. I can remember he planted potatoes on one end of the field and he probably grew some feed for the livestock. In that same field, while plowing, he found three Indian head arrows.
It is hard to write about him alone because for all of my childhood, if my family saw him, we probably saw Grandpa and Grandma, too. My uncle had one fault that hurt everyone who loved him. Now it is called "binge drinking" and is seen as a sickness through addiction to alcohol. Then my father, his brother Harrison, would say "Floyd's off on a toot."
After both his parents died, he married an old neighbor lady, Bessie Soulders. Eventually, he disappeared from the Grant Township area and was not heard from until 1953. One day Bob Kalebaugh, the husband of Helen Faye Rone, stopped in a tavern in Kansas City, Missouri. Uncle Floyd was tending bar and Bob recognized him because he had met him at Harrison's funeral. They brought him to Caldwell County to visit his nieces. That is the last time I saw him.
When I was about four, my uncle brought me an Indian doll from Virginia that I named "White Feather". It was stuffed but flat with features and clothes stamped for the front and back side. When I was eleven he was in our house one day when somebody hurt my feelings. He pulled me onto his lap and gave me a dime. Those are the only two things I remember him giving me. He had a full head of white hair that he let me comb. Once he turned a forward flip and landed on his feet but only that one time! Now I can imagine how stiff he must have been. Occasionally he sang country songs but he mostly whistled.
Uncle Floyd liked me and my siblings and I know he missed his three kids that grew up in Colorado. I don't think he ever went there to see them. Ruth came to visit in 1941 and again when Grandma died in 1946. Elizabeth came to Missouri in the summer of 1945 and stayed for a year and a half. During the time she was here, Billy came to visit and probably stayed a year. This father had no parenting skills but I believe he enjoyed being with them.
I lost track of him but I heard through others that he spent time in Kansas with the wheat harvest and then stayed in Oklahoma. Billy had seen his father shortly before he died and Ruth went at his death and made the arrangements. Elizabeth had six children and couldn't get away on short notice. Uncle Floyd died on April 14, 1970 in Clinton, Custer County, Oklahoma and is buried in the Clinton Cemetery.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
6 February 2000
I asked Ginnie (Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes) for your e-mail address so I could share some remembrances I had of your Grandpa (Floyd Freeman Rone).
Floyd Rone was one swell guy, and some of my happiest times were spent with him - like following him in the field as he plowed, no tractor. He had horses and walked behind the plow rather than having a rider.
I used to go over to their house to visit and stay all night. Uncle Floyd lived with Grandpa and Grandma Rone. They all three always made one feel special. They would ask us to sing songs like THERE'S AN OLD SPINNING WHEEL IN THE PARLOR, OLD BLACK JOE, RED RIVER VALLEY AND OTHERS.
Uncle Floyd loved to drink ice tea and drank a lot of it in the summertime. He liked lots of sugar in it, too. He rolled his own cigarettes from Prince Albert in a can.
He had a dog named Buck, and Buck and I were great friends. He was a large dog. His mother was a german shepherd and who knows who his pappy was? Buck was fast, and he could catch a rabbit on the run by over taking it. Sometimes he would over-run the rabbit and have to turn and come back. He nearly always caught it. He was black and white spotted and very friendly.
Uncle Floyd liked to fish and we did some of it together. He also liked watermelon and whipped cream on cake or pie.
He was a hard worker. As he worked he would tend to whistle a tune. Maybe RED RIVER VALLEY, or BYE BYE BLACKBIRD. His favorite song was, "THERE'S A LOVE KNOW IN MY LARIAT".
He liked country music and baseball. I remember my brother and I would walk a short distance to their house when I was about 8 or 9 and they had an old radio that used ear phones. Uncle Floyd used one set and Kenny and I used the other one. One could unscrew the earpiece and then we both could hear. We would hear the Grand Old Opry.
The last time I saw him was shortly prior to my marriage which would have been in 1949.
Floyd Dean Rone September 2001
P.S. I was named for him, too.
Married 18 May 1918 - Divorced 1931
Floyd Freeman Rone was born to George Anderson and Lizzie Catherine (Clark) Rone on Decemer 11, 1899 in Ray County, Missouri. He was named after his uncle, Lizzie's older brother, William Freeman Clark. He married Revea Frances Tinsley in Clinton County, Missouri on May 18, 1918. They had three children, Loretta Ruth, Billy Reed and Elizabeth Marie. Shortly after the youngest child was born, Revea moved to Denver, Colorado and there was a divorce. After that, Uncle Floyd moved in with his parents and lived with them until their death.
My uncle was born into a family that worked in lumber. The paternal grandfather, Henry Harrison Rone, had a sawmill in Ray County, Missouri. One son, Perrie Davis, died from injuries in that sawmill when he was 18 years old. Two other sons, George Anderson and Homer Harrison, regularly went out of state to buy walnut logs. Floyd went with his father and on rare occasions, his older brother, Henry Harrison, went, too. Sometime after the grandfather died, Floyd's father set up a sawmill and later his uncle, Robert Roy Rone, set one up on his farm, too.
My memory begins about the time Uncle Floyd and the family quit working in lumber. They had not accumulated assets and it might have been because Grandpa gambled. When my grandparents died I was in my early teens and I can recall five moves from one farm to another. They had a cow and chickens and Grandpa always had a garden and Grandma served fresh and canned fruit and vegetables. By this time, the only income was from selling eggs and cream. Uncle Floyd had a team of horses while at one farm they rented. He bought a mare that had a colt he named "Billy". Eventually he got another horse and worked them as a team. I can remember he planted potatoes on one end of the field and he probably grew some feed for the livestock. In that same field, while plowing, he found three Indian head arrows.
It is hard to write about him alone because for all of my childhood, if my family saw him, we probably saw Grandpa and Grandma, too. My uncle had one fault that hurt everyone who loved him. Now it is called "binge drinking" and is seen as a sickness through addiction to alcohol. Then my father, his brother Harrison, would say "Floyd's off on a toot."
After both his parents died, he married an old neighbor lady, Bessie Soulders. Eventually, he disappeared from the Grant Township area and was not heard from until 1953. One day Bob Kalebaugh, the husband of Helen Faye Rone, stopped in a tavern in Kansas City, Missouri. Uncle Floyd was tending bar and Bob recognized him because he had met him at Harrison's funeral. They brought him to Caldwell County to visit his nieces. That is the last time I saw him.
When I was about four, my uncle brought me an Indian doll from Virginia that I named "White Feather". It was stuffed but flat with features and clothes stamped for the front and back side. When I was eleven he was in our house one day when somebody hurt my feelings. He pulled me onto his lap and gave me a dime. Those are the only two things I remember him giving me. He had a full head of white hair that he let me comb. Once he turned a forward flip and landed on his feet but only that one time! Now I can imagine how stiff he must have been. Occasionally he sang country songs but he mostly whistled.
Uncle Floyd liked me and my siblings and I know he missed his three kids that grew up in Colorado. I don't think he ever went there to see them. Ruth came to visit in 1941 and again when Grandma died in 1946. Elizabeth came to Missouri in the summer of 1945 and stayed for a year and a half. During the time she was here, Billy came to visit and probably stayed a year. This father had no parenting skills but I believe he enjoyed being with them.
I lost track of him but I heard through others that he spent time in Kansas with the wheat harvest and then stayed in Oklahoma. Billy had seen his father shortly before he died and Ruth went at his death and made the arrangements. Elizabeth had six children and couldn't get away on short notice. Uncle Floyd died on April 14, 1970 in Clinton, Custer County, Oklahoma and is buried in the Clinton Cemetery.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
6 February 2000
I asked Ginnie (Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes) for your e-mail address so I could share some remembrances I had of your Grandpa (Floyd Freeman Rone).
Floyd Rone was one swell guy, and some of my happiest times were spent with him - like following him in the field as he plowed, no tractor. He had horses and walked behind the plow rather than having a rider.
I used to go over to their house to visit and stay all night. Uncle Floyd lived with Grandpa and Grandma Rone. They all three always made one feel special. They would ask us to sing songs like THERE'S AN OLD SPINNING WHEEL IN THE PARLOR, OLD BLACK JOE, RED RIVER VALLEY AND OTHERS.
Uncle Floyd loved to drink ice tea and drank a lot of it in the summertime. He liked lots of sugar in it, too. He rolled his own cigarettes from Prince Albert in a can.
He had a dog named Buck, and Buck and I were great friends. He was a large dog. His mother was a german shepherd and who knows who his pappy was? Buck was fast, and he could catch a rabbit on the run by over taking it. Sometimes he would over-run the rabbit and have to turn and come back. He nearly always caught it. He was black and white spotted and very friendly.
Uncle Floyd liked to fish and we did some of it together. He also liked watermelon and whipped cream on cake or pie.
He was a hard worker. As he worked he would tend to whistle a tune. Maybe RED RIVER VALLEY, or BYE BYE BLACKBIRD. His favorite song was, "THERE'S A LOVE KNOW IN MY LARIAT".
He liked country music and baseball. I remember my brother and I would walk a short distance to their house when I was about 8 or 9 and they had an old radio that used ear phones. Uncle Floyd used one set and Kenny and I used the other one. One could unscrew the earpiece and then we both could hear. We would hear the Grand Old Opry.
The last time I saw him was shortly prior to my marriage which would have been in 1949.
Floyd Dean Rone September 2001
P.S. I was named for him, too.
Floyd Freeman Rone was born to George Anderson and Lizzie Catherine (Clark) Rone on Decemer 11, 1899 in Ray County, Missouri. He was named after his uncle, Lizzie's older brother, William Freeman Clark. He married Revea Frances Tinsley in Clinton County, Missouri on May 18, 1918. They had three children, Loretta Ruth, Billy Reed and Elizabeth Marie. Shortly after the youngest child was born, Revea moved to Denver, Colorado and there was a divorce. After that, Uncle Floyd moved in with his parents and lived with them until their death.
My uncle was born into a family that worked in lumber. The paternal grandfather, Henry Harrison Rone, had a sawmill in Ray County, Missouri. One son, Perrie Davis, died from injuries in that sawmill when he was 18 years old. Two other sons, George Anderson and Homer Harrison, regularly went out of state to buy walnut logs. Floyd went with his father and on rare occasions, his older brother, Henry Harrison, went, too. Sometime after the grandfather died, Floyd's father set up a sawmill and later his uncle, Robert Roy Rone, set one up on his farm, too.
My memory begins about the time Uncle Floyd and the family quit working in lumber. They had not accumulated assets and it might have been because Grandpa gambled. When my grandparents died I was in my early teens and I can recall five moves from one farm to another. They had a cow and chickens and Grandpa always had a garden and Grandma served fresh and canned fruit and vegetables. By this time, the only income was from selling eggs and cream. Uncle Floyd had a team of horses while at one farm they rented. He bought a mare that had a colt he named "Billy". Eventually he got another horse and worked them as a team. I can remember he planted potatoes on one end of the field and he probably grew some feed for the livestock. In that same field, while plowing, he found three Indian head arrows.
It is hard to write about him alone because for all of my childhood, if my family saw him, we probably saw Grandpa and Grandma, too. My uncle had one fault that hurt everyone who loved him. Now it is called "binge drinking" and is seen as a sickness through addiction to alcohol. Then my father, his brother Harrison, would say "Floyd's off on a toot."
After both his parents died, he married an old neighbor lady, Bessie Soulders. Eventually, he disappeared from the Grant Township area and was not heard from until 1953. One day Bob Kalebaugh, the husband of Helen Faye Rone, stopped in a tavern in Kansas City, Missouri. Uncle Floyd was tending bar and Bob recognized him because he had met him at Harrison's funeral. They brought him to Caldwell County to visit his nieces. That is the last time I saw him.
When I was about four, my uncle brought me an Indian doll from Virginia that I named "White Feather". It was stuffed but flat with features and clothes stamped for the front and back side. When I was eleven he was in our house one day when somebody hurt my feelings. He pulled me onto his lap and gave me a dime. Those are the only two things I remember him giving me. He had a full head of white hair that he let me comb. Once he turned a forward flip and landed on his feet but only that one time! Now I can imagine how stiff he must have been. Occasionally he sang country songs but he mostly whistled.
Uncle Floyd liked me and my siblings and I know he missed his three kids that grew up in Colorado. I don't think he ever went there to see them. Ruth came to visit in 1941 and again when Grandma died in 1946. Elizabeth came to Missouri in the summer of 1945 and stayed for a year and a half. During the time she was here, Billy came to visit and probably stayed a year. This father had no parenting skills but I believe he enjoyed being with them.
I lost track of him but I heard through others that he spent time in Kansas with the wheat harvest and then stayed in Oklahoma. Billy had seen his father shortly before he died and Ruth went at his death and made the arrangements. Elizabeth had six children and couldn't get away on short notice. Uncle Floyd died on April 14, 1970 in Clinton, Custer County, Oklahoma and is buried in the Clinton Cemetery.
Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes
6 February 2000
I asked Ginnie (Virginia Lee (Rone) Hill-Mayes) for your e-mail address so I could share some remembrances I had of your Grandpa (Floyd Freeman Rone).
Floyd Rone was one swell guy, and some of my happiest times were spent with him - like following him in the field as he plowed, no tractor. He had horses and walked behind the plow rather than having a rider.
I used to go over to their house to visit and stay all night. Uncle Floyd lived with Grandpa and Grandma Rone. They all three always made one feel special. They would ask us to sing songs like THERE'S AN OLD SPINNING WHEEL IN THE PARLOR, OLD BLACK JOE, RED RIVER VALLEY AND OTHERS.
Uncle Floyd loved to drink ice tea and drank a lot of it in the summertime. He liked lots of sugar in it, too. He rolled his own cigarettes from Prince Albert in a can.
He had a dog named Buck, and Buck and I were great friends. He was a large dog. His mother was a german shepherd and who knows who his pappy was? Buck was fast, and he could catch a rabbit on the run by over taking it. Sometimes he would over-run the rabbit and have to turn and come back. He nearly always caught it. He was black and white spotted and very friendly.
Uncle Floyd liked to fish and we did some of it together. He also liked watermelon and whipped cream on cake or pie.
He was a hard worker. As he worked he would tend to whistle a tune. Maybe RED RIVER VALLEY, or BYE BYE BLACKBIRD. His favorite song was, "THERE'S A LOVE KNOW IN MY LARIAT".
He liked country music and baseball. I remember my brother and I would walk a short distance to their house when I was about 8 or 9 and they had an old radio that used ear phones. Uncle Floyd used one set and Kenny and I used the other one. One could unscrew the earpiece and then we both could hear. We would hear the Grand Old Opry.
The last time I saw him was shortly prior to my marriage which would have been in 1949.
Floyd Dean Rone September 2001
P.S. I was named for him, too.
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