Matilda Francis Stout or Francis as she was called was the first child of William Blackburn and Josephine Graham Stout. She was born in a small farm near Sweden, MO. Her father was using his biological fathers name, Hankins at that time. She was married three times. On April 06, 1914, she married the love of her life, James Bryant Cockrum and on December 22, 1915, her only child James Edward "Ed" Cochrum was born. In less than three years, she was widowed by complications from a spider bite on his neck. While James died, her love lived on.
She married Garret Augustus Hobart Johnson in about 1923. Hobart and Francis lived on a 40 acre farm on the outskirt of Seneca. The only time he did not have a cigaret hanging from his mouth, he was smoking his pipe. They did not have children. Ed was about 8 when they were married. On July 15, 1939, He died a very hard death from lip cancer.
Shortly before Hobart died They moved into town. Two houses down the street lived Robert Arvill Reynolds or Orville as he was called. His wife had died a short time before and left him with two young boys, Robert "Bobby" ten and James "Jimmy" one. The children melted her heart. It was so good to be needed. They were married about a year later. In late 1940 or 41, they moved to Pasadena CA. Orville worked in manufacturing. They made aluminum table ware. They raised both boys in Pasadena.
For the lucky few, love no matter how brief lasts a lifetime through the good and the bad times even through the daily demands and responsibilities that comes with just living. On Dec. 20, 1954, Francis passed. Her last request was to be buried next to James Cockrum, the love that had held her heart all these long years.
Aunt Francis was very special. She always treated me and talked to me as a grown up. She and my mother were always very close from childhood. In 1954 when Aunt Francis was sick, my mother, my sister, and I went to help her. In the evenings if Aunt Francis felt well enough, her and I would watch wrestling on TV. I had never seen television before and I was fascinated. The screen was about the size of a diner plate and had a big magnifying glass sitting in front of it. The picture was black and white and very grainy but was pure magic. We would watch Georgius George defeat his arch enemy Mr. Moto (who had the dreaded sleeper hold). I spent the days outside. Trying to be a good 12 year old and stay out of everyones way and not disturb Aunt Francis. Aunt Francis kept a dozen Rhode Island Red hens in a coop in the back garden. I suspect she did not want the neighbors to know about the chickens and that is why she did not have a rooster. I was in the back garden attempting to liberate a pomegranate (something I had never experienced before either) from the next door neighbors tree when I heard a rooster crow. When I told my mother about the crowing I had heard, She said that some people believe that when hens crow it meant that some one very close was going to die. I knew Aunt Francis had breast cancer but I did not have a clue what cancer really meant until then. Shortly after, mother took my sister and me home. She turned right around and went back to stay with Aunt Francis until she passed.
She married Garret Augustus Hobart Johnson in about 1923. Hobart and Francis lived on a 40 acre farm on the outskirt of Seneca. The only time he did not have a cigaret hanging from his mouth, he was smoking his pipe. They did not have children. Ed was about 8 when they were married. On July 15, 1939, He died a very hard death from lip cancer.
Shortly before Hobart died They moved into town. Two houses down the street lived Robert Arvill Reynolds or Orville as he was called. His wife had died a short time before and left him with two young boys, Robert "Bobby" ten and James "Jimmy" one. The children melted her heart. It was so good to be needed. They were married about a year later. In late 1940 or 41, they moved to Pasadena CA. Orville worked in manufacturing. They made aluminum table ware. They raised both boys in Pasadena.
For the lucky few, love no matter how brief lasts a lifetime through the good and the bad times even through the daily demands and responsibilities that comes with just living. On Dec. 20, 1954, Francis passed. Her last request was to be buried next to James Cockrum, the love that had held her heart all these long years.
Aunt Francis was very special. She always treated me and talked to me as a grown up. She and my mother were always very close from childhood. In 1954 when Aunt Francis was sick, my mother, my sister, and I went to help her. In the evenings if Aunt Francis felt well enough, her and I would watch wrestling on TV. I had never seen television before and I was fascinated. The screen was about the size of a diner plate and had a big magnifying glass sitting in front of it. The picture was black and white and very grainy but was pure magic. We would watch Georgius George defeat his arch enemy Mr. Moto (who had the dreaded sleeper hold). I spent the days outside. Trying to be a good 12 year old and stay out of everyones way and not disturb Aunt Francis. Aunt Francis kept a dozen Rhode Island Red hens in a coop in the back garden. I suspect she did not want the neighbors to know about the chickens and that is why she did not have a rooster. I was in the back garden attempting to liberate a pomegranate (something I had never experienced before either) from the next door neighbors tree when I heard a rooster crow. When I told my mother about the crowing I had heard, She said that some people believe that when hens crow it meant that some one very close was going to die. I knew Aunt Francis had breast cancer but I did not have a clue what cancer really meant until then. Shortly after, mother took my sister and me home. She turned right around and went back to stay with Aunt Francis until she passed.
Matilda Francis Stout or Francis as she was called was the first child of William Blackburn and Josephine Graham Stout. She was born in a small farm near Sweden, MO. Her father was using his biological fathers name, Hankins at that time. She was married three times. On April 06, 1914, she married the love of her life, James Bryant Cockrum and on December 22, 1915, her only child James Edward "Ed" Cochrum was born. In less than three years, she was widowed by complications from a spider bite on his neck. While James died, her love lived on.
She married Garret Augustus Hobart Johnson in about 1923. Hobart and Francis lived on a 40 acre farm on the outskirt of Seneca. The only time he did not have a cigaret hanging from his mouth, he was smoking his pipe. They did not have children. Ed was about 8 when they were married. On July 15, 1939, He died a very hard death from lip cancer.
Shortly before Hobart died They moved into town. Two houses down the street lived Robert Arvill Reynolds or Orville as he was called. His wife had died a short time before and left him with two young boys, Robert "Bobby" ten and James "Jimmy" one. The children melted her heart. It was so good to be needed. They were married about a year later. In late 1940 or 41, they moved to Pasadena CA. Orville worked in manufacturing. They made aluminum table ware. They raised both boys in Pasadena.
For the lucky few, love no matter how brief lasts a lifetime through the good and the bad times even through the daily demands and responsibilities that comes with just living. On Dec. 20, 1954, Francis passed. Her last request was to be buried next to James Cockrum, the love that had held her heart all these long years.
Aunt Francis was very special. She always treated me and talked to me as a grown up. She and my mother were always very close from childhood. In 1954 when Aunt Francis was sick, my mother, my sister, and I went to help her. In the evenings if Aunt Francis felt well enough, her and I would watch wrestling on TV. I had never seen television before and I was fascinated. The screen was about the size of a diner plate and had a big magnifying glass sitting in front of it. The picture was black and white and very grainy but was pure magic. We would watch Georgius George defeat his arch enemy Mr. Moto (who had the dreaded sleeper hold). I spent the days outside. Trying to be a good 12 year old and stay out of everyones way and not disturb Aunt Francis. Aunt Francis kept a dozen Rhode Island Red hens in a coop in the back garden. I suspect she did not want the neighbors to know about the chickens and that is why she did not have a rooster. I was in the back garden attempting to liberate a pomegranate (something I had never experienced before either) from the next door neighbors tree when I heard a rooster crow. When I told my mother about the crowing I had heard, She said that some people believe that when hens crow it meant that some one very close was going to die. I knew Aunt Francis had breast cancer but I did not have a clue what cancer really meant until then. Shortly after, mother took my sister and me home. She turned right around and went back to stay with Aunt Francis until she passed.
She married Garret Augustus Hobart Johnson in about 1923. Hobart and Francis lived on a 40 acre farm on the outskirt of Seneca. The only time he did not have a cigaret hanging from his mouth, he was smoking his pipe. They did not have children. Ed was about 8 when they were married. On July 15, 1939, He died a very hard death from lip cancer.
Shortly before Hobart died They moved into town. Two houses down the street lived Robert Arvill Reynolds or Orville as he was called. His wife had died a short time before and left him with two young boys, Robert "Bobby" ten and James "Jimmy" one. The children melted her heart. It was so good to be needed. They were married about a year later. In late 1940 or 41, they moved to Pasadena CA. Orville worked in manufacturing. They made aluminum table ware. They raised both boys in Pasadena.
For the lucky few, love no matter how brief lasts a lifetime through the good and the bad times even through the daily demands and responsibilities that comes with just living. On Dec. 20, 1954, Francis passed. Her last request was to be buried next to James Cockrum, the love that had held her heart all these long years.
Aunt Francis was very special. She always treated me and talked to me as a grown up. She and my mother were always very close from childhood. In 1954 when Aunt Francis was sick, my mother, my sister, and I went to help her. In the evenings if Aunt Francis felt well enough, her and I would watch wrestling on TV. I had never seen television before and I was fascinated. The screen was about the size of a diner plate and had a big magnifying glass sitting in front of it. The picture was black and white and very grainy but was pure magic. We would watch Georgius George defeat his arch enemy Mr. Moto (who had the dreaded sleeper hold). I spent the days outside. Trying to be a good 12 year old and stay out of everyones way and not disturb Aunt Francis. Aunt Francis kept a dozen Rhode Island Red hens in a coop in the back garden. I suspect she did not want the neighbors to know about the chickens and that is why she did not have a rooster. I was in the back garden attempting to liberate a pomegranate (something I had never experienced before either) from the next door neighbors tree when I heard a rooster crow. When I told my mother about the crowing I had heard, She said that some people believe that when hens crow it meant that some one very close was going to die. I knew Aunt Francis had breast cancer but I did not have a clue what cancer really meant until then. Shortly after, mother took my sister and me home. She turned right around and went back to stay with Aunt Francis until she passed.
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