Father of Flora Margaret (Hyden) Bray and Lulabelle by his first wife, Nannette (Dykes) Hyden. This marriage was over when the second child was just a baby. Nannette took the baby and left my grandmother with her grandmother.
Millard's second wife's name was Anne and I remember that he had more children by this younger wife some of whom were only as little as three months younger than his great grandchilren. He had one son named "Johnny" who was the oldest, daughters by the names of Irene, Viola, Lizzie and Myrtle. I don't believe there were others but these are the ones I remember myself as a child.
My maternal great-grandfather Millard, came from humble beginnings as a farmer and left this earth the same way. He was a man of few words. I can remember going out to his home in the hills of Ky near Whitley City where the roads were almost impassable (in good weather) and wondered why he chose to live there when all his grown children had moved away to the cities and had much better lives.
He lived without any of the convinences of life that we take forgranted. I remember going to the "spring" to get the cold milk that was kept under this big rock of a mountain stream with these same age great-aunts. All the hills were so rocky, how could anyone raise the food that sustained them. We always had good times..playing in the barn or on the big room sized flat rocks. I remember his pre-teen daughters trying to get me to smoke "Kools" because the were good for your throat, I think about it now and wonder where in the world they got those or the money to buy them. One thing about young children they never realize what life has been like til they look back and remember, these are memories of some 55 years ago.
My grandmother, Flora, his oldest daughter, who had raised me NEVER lived with this father or mother now I wished we had discussed all her issues more extensively and learned more about my great-grandfather Hyden....maybe her memories would have been to hurtful for her to remember. Her grandmother gave her love and she passed it on to all her relatives so any possible bitterness from her childhood never was shown. She continued to visit her father and step-mother until their deaths. She lived in IN so her visits were not often.I can remember traveling to Knoxville, TN with her to see her father who was in the hospital there not knowing if he would live or not. He lived several years after that. I know that her father had no doubts of forgiveness about their past from her. She always reached out to him with her loving ways so he knew he was loved and forgiven of any hurts he may have caused til the end.
So many questions about this man we never will have the answers.I know he was loved by the ones who knew him best. That is always important to know of the ones who have passed thru our lives. We never know why things happen the way they do...maybe financial or maybe a man alone unable to care for a young daughter. In this generation men can be more self sufficient, but there are always grandmothers who step in to help when needed and that child ususally never suffers for the lack of love.
Submitted with honor and respect.
Dear Ancestor,
The place you filled, so many years ago, spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved... I wonder if you knew... that someday I would find this spot, and come and visit you.
Author unknown
THANK YOU SHARON FOR POSTING THE PICTURE.
Millard's second wife's name was Anne and I remember that he had more children by this younger wife some of whom were only as little as three months younger than his great grandchilren. He had one son named "Johnny" who was the oldest, daughters by the names of Irene, Viola, Lizzie and Myrtle. I don't believe there were others but these are the ones I remember myself as a child.
My maternal great-grandfather Millard, came from humble beginnings as a farmer and left this earth the same way. He was a man of few words. I can remember going out to his home in the hills of Ky near Whitley City where the roads were almost impassable (in good weather) and wondered why he chose to live there when all his grown children had moved away to the cities and had much better lives.
He lived without any of the convinences of life that we take forgranted. I remember going to the "spring" to get the cold milk that was kept under this big rock of a mountain stream with these same age great-aunts. All the hills were so rocky, how could anyone raise the food that sustained them. We always had good times..playing in the barn or on the big room sized flat rocks. I remember his pre-teen daughters trying to get me to smoke "Kools" because the were good for your throat, I think about it now and wonder where in the world they got those or the money to buy them. One thing about young children they never realize what life has been like til they look back and remember, these are memories of some 55 years ago.
My grandmother, Flora, his oldest daughter, who had raised me NEVER lived with this father or mother now I wished we had discussed all her issues more extensively and learned more about my great-grandfather Hyden....maybe her memories would have been to hurtful for her to remember. Her grandmother gave her love and she passed it on to all her relatives so any possible bitterness from her childhood never was shown. She continued to visit her father and step-mother until their deaths. She lived in IN so her visits were not often.I can remember traveling to Knoxville, TN with her to see her father who was in the hospital there not knowing if he would live or not. He lived several years after that. I know that her father had no doubts of forgiveness about their past from her. She always reached out to him with her loving ways so he knew he was loved and forgiven of any hurts he may have caused til the end.
So many questions about this man we never will have the answers.I know he was loved by the ones who knew him best. That is always important to know of the ones who have passed thru our lives. We never know why things happen the way they do...maybe financial or maybe a man alone unable to care for a young daughter. In this generation men can be more self sufficient, but there are always grandmothers who step in to help when needed and that child ususally never suffers for the lack of love.
Submitted with honor and respect.
Dear Ancestor,
The place you filled, so many years ago, spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved... I wonder if you knew... that someday I would find this spot, and come and visit you.
Author unknown
THANK YOU SHARON FOR POSTING THE PICTURE.
Father of Flora Margaret (Hyden) Bray and Lulabelle by his first wife, Nannette (Dykes) Hyden. This marriage was over when the second child was just a baby. Nannette took the baby and left my grandmother with her grandmother.
Millard's second wife's name was Anne and I remember that he had more children by this younger wife some of whom were only as little as three months younger than his great grandchilren. He had one son named "Johnny" who was the oldest, daughters by the names of Irene, Viola, Lizzie and Myrtle. I don't believe there were others but these are the ones I remember myself as a child.
My maternal great-grandfather Millard, came from humble beginnings as a farmer and left this earth the same way. He was a man of few words. I can remember going out to his home in the hills of Ky near Whitley City where the roads were almost impassable (in good weather) and wondered why he chose to live there when all his grown children had moved away to the cities and had much better lives.
He lived without any of the convinences of life that we take forgranted. I remember going to the "spring" to get the cold milk that was kept under this big rock of a mountain stream with these same age great-aunts. All the hills were so rocky, how could anyone raise the food that sustained them. We always had good times..playing in the barn or on the big room sized flat rocks. I remember his pre-teen daughters trying to get me to smoke "Kools" because the were good for your throat, I think about it now and wonder where in the world they got those or the money to buy them. One thing about young children they never realize what life has been like til they look back and remember, these are memories of some 55 years ago.
My grandmother, Flora, his oldest daughter, who had raised me NEVER lived with this father or mother now I wished we had discussed all her issues more extensively and learned more about my great-grandfather Hyden....maybe her memories would have been to hurtful for her to remember. Her grandmother gave her love and she passed it on to all her relatives so any possible bitterness from her childhood never was shown. She continued to visit her father and step-mother until their deaths. She lived in IN so her visits were not often.I can remember traveling to Knoxville, TN with her to see her father who was in the hospital there not knowing if he would live or not. He lived several years after that. I know that her father had no doubts of forgiveness about their past from her. She always reached out to him with her loving ways so he knew he was loved and forgiven of any hurts he may have caused til the end.
So many questions about this man we never will have the answers.I know he was loved by the ones who knew him best. That is always important to know of the ones who have passed thru our lives. We never know why things happen the way they do...maybe financial or maybe a man alone unable to care for a young daughter. In this generation men can be more self sufficient, but there are always grandmothers who step in to help when needed and that child ususally never suffers for the lack of love.
Submitted with honor and respect.
Dear Ancestor,
The place you filled, so many years ago, spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved... I wonder if you knew... that someday I would find this spot, and come and visit you.
Author unknown
THANK YOU SHARON FOR POSTING THE PICTURE.
Millard's second wife's name was Anne and I remember that he had more children by this younger wife some of whom were only as little as three months younger than his great grandchilren. He had one son named "Johnny" who was the oldest, daughters by the names of Irene, Viola, Lizzie and Myrtle. I don't believe there were others but these are the ones I remember myself as a child.
My maternal great-grandfather Millard, came from humble beginnings as a farmer and left this earth the same way. He was a man of few words. I can remember going out to his home in the hills of Ky near Whitley City where the roads were almost impassable (in good weather) and wondered why he chose to live there when all his grown children had moved away to the cities and had much better lives.
He lived without any of the convinences of life that we take forgranted. I remember going to the "spring" to get the cold milk that was kept under this big rock of a mountain stream with these same age great-aunts. All the hills were so rocky, how could anyone raise the food that sustained them. We always had good times..playing in the barn or on the big room sized flat rocks. I remember his pre-teen daughters trying to get me to smoke "Kools" because the were good for your throat, I think about it now and wonder where in the world they got those or the money to buy them. One thing about young children they never realize what life has been like til they look back and remember, these are memories of some 55 years ago.
My grandmother, Flora, his oldest daughter, who had raised me NEVER lived with this father or mother now I wished we had discussed all her issues more extensively and learned more about my great-grandfather Hyden....maybe her memories would have been to hurtful for her to remember. Her grandmother gave her love and she passed it on to all her relatives so any possible bitterness from her childhood never was shown. She continued to visit her father and step-mother until their deaths. She lived in IN so her visits were not often.I can remember traveling to Knoxville, TN with her to see her father who was in the hospital there not knowing if he would live or not. He lived several years after that. I know that her father had no doubts of forgiveness about their past from her. She always reached out to him with her loving ways so he knew he was loved and forgiven of any hurts he may have caused til the end.
So many questions about this man we never will have the answers.I know he was loved by the ones who knew him best. That is always important to know of the ones who have passed thru our lives. We never know why things happen the way they do...maybe financial or maybe a man alone unable to care for a young daughter. In this generation men can be more self sufficient, but there are always grandmothers who step in to help when needed and that child ususally never suffers for the lack of love.
Submitted with honor and respect.
Dear Ancestor,
The place you filled, so many years ago, spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved... I wonder if you knew... that someday I would find this spot, and come and visit you.
Author unknown
THANK YOU SHARON FOR POSTING THE PICTURE.
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