Martha Aurelia Hoag Hillman, daughter of Allan and Mamie Hoag, and twin to Meredith Wood Hoag; grew up in Easton, NY and Greenwich Village, at the Hoag family home Vista Buena. She received a B.A. from Russell Sage College in 1932.
On August 29, 1936 Martha married Albert Ransom Hillman, from Easton, NY. Albert with his brothers founded a large trucking business, Fort Edward Express Company.
Martha and Albert lived in Glens Falls, NY, and had three daughters:
Elizabeth Ann, called "Betsy", Lucille May, and Elaine Ruby.
Additionally Martha was active in the Eastern Star, Triangle organization, and the First Presbyterian Church. There she chaired the Shut-In Committee.
Martha is remembered for her good humor and ready laugh.
Martha was the apple of her grandfather, Jonathan E. Hoag's eye. Probably most especially, because Martha's mother Mamie Wood, died in 1914 when Martha was only four. Jonathan wrote several published poems in Martha's honor. Here are two.
'OUR LITTLE MARTHA
From porch a little girl I see,
Her dress cut short and up to knee,
With little feet so clean and white,
She treads the verdure soft and bright.
With sparkling eye and sprightly face,
She seems a miniature of grace.
Her silken hair is cut all round;
A pinkish bow on top is found;
Her dimpled hand a posy brings;
In childish glee she sweetly sings.
For fresh sweet peas she scours the land,
And brings them in for grandpa's stand:
"These are for you, my grandpa dear,
Wet with the dew as with a tear!"
With little kitten black and white,
She gently plays from morn till night;
Her merry voice, with prattling work,
In song and story oft is heard.
In downy bed, so white and neat,
her doll she tucks for slumbers sweet;
And in the morn, ere sun is up,
Wee mama brings a buttercup!
A brief six years with us she's stayed,
And with her simple trinkets played.
She brings the sweets which Nature gave:
"These for my mama; this, her grave!"
Hail, childish love, thou power benign!
Who can reveal thy depths divine?
Not saint nor sage with wisdom blest
Can sound the love in infant breast.
A mother's love was hers one day,
A mother's love, sublime in sway.
O Fate, what arrows hast thou flung?
Bereft of love, so young, so young!'
1916 J.E.H
TO MY GRANDCHILD-TEACHER, MISS MARTHA HOAG Age 7
At eve my teacher oft is seen,
With lifted rule and haughty mien,
Intent to drive each knotty truth
Into the head of gray-haired youth!
Hard rows of figures I must try,
Nor can I pass the grammar by:
Th' imperious miss with scornful hand
Bids grandpa mind each stern command!
Her finger points the narrow way,
And pupils cannot but obey;
Thus I am forced those things to know
I slighted four score years ago!"
1921 J.E.H.
On August 29, 1936 Martha married Albert Ransom Hillman, from Easton, NY. Albert with his brothers founded a large trucking business, Fort Edward Express Company.
Martha and Albert lived in Glens Falls, NY, and had three daughters:
Elizabeth Ann, called "Betsy", Lucille May, and Elaine Ruby.
Additionally Martha was active in the Eastern Star, Triangle organization, and the First Presbyterian Church. There she chaired the Shut-In Committee.
Martha is remembered for her good humor and ready laugh.
Martha was the apple of her grandfather, Jonathan E. Hoag's eye. Probably most especially, because Martha's mother Mamie Wood, died in 1914 when Martha was only four. Jonathan wrote several published poems in Martha's honor. Here are two.
'OUR LITTLE MARTHA
From porch a little girl I see,
Her dress cut short and up to knee,
With little feet so clean and white,
She treads the verdure soft and bright.
With sparkling eye and sprightly face,
She seems a miniature of grace.
Her silken hair is cut all round;
A pinkish bow on top is found;
Her dimpled hand a posy brings;
In childish glee she sweetly sings.
For fresh sweet peas she scours the land,
And brings them in for grandpa's stand:
"These are for you, my grandpa dear,
Wet with the dew as with a tear!"
With little kitten black and white,
She gently plays from morn till night;
Her merry voice, with prattling work,
In song and story oft is heard.
In downy bed, so white and neat,
her doll she tucks for slumbers sweet;
And in the morn, ere sun is up,
Wee mama brings a buttercup!
A brief six years with us she's stayed,
And with her simple trinkets played.
She brings the sweets which Nature gave:
"These for my mama; this, her grave!"
Hail, childish love, thou power benign!
Who can reveal thy depths divine?
Not saint nor sage with wisdom blest
Can sound the love in infant breast.
A mother's love was hers one day,
A mother's love, sublime in sway.
O Fate, what arrows hast thou flung?
Bereft of love, so young, so young!'
1916 J.E.H
TO MY GRANDCHILD-TEACHER, MISS MARTHA HOAG Age 7
At eve my teacher oft is seen,
With lifted rule and haughty mien,
Intent to drive each knotty truth
Into the head of gray-haired youth!
Hard rows of figures I must try,
Nor can I pass the grammar by:
Th' imperious miss with scornful hand
Bids grandpa mind each stern command!
Her finger points the narrow way,
And pupils cannot but obey;
Thus I am forced those things to know
I slighted four score years ago!"
1921 J.E.H.
Martha Aurelia Hoag Hillman, daughter of Allan and Mamie Hoag, and twin to Meredith Wood Hoag; grew up in Easton, NY and Greenwich Village, at the Hoag family home Vista Buena. She received a B.A. from Russell Sage College in 1932.
On August 29, 1936 Martha married Albert Ransom Hillman, from Easton, NY. Albert with his brothers founded a large trucking business, Fort Edward Express Company.
Martha and Albert lived in Glens Falls, NY, and had three daughters:
Elizabeth Ann, called "Betsy", Lucille May, and Elaine Ruby.
Additionally Martha was active in the Eastern Star, Triangle organization, and the First Presbyterian Church. There she chaired the Shut-In Committee.
Martha is remembered for her good humor and ready laugh.
Martha was the apple of her grandfather, Jonathan E. Hoag's eye. Probably most especially, because Martha's mother Mamie Wood, died in 1914 when Martha was only four. Jonathan wrote several published poems in Martha's honor. Here are two.
'OUR LITTLE MARTHA
From porch a little girl I see,
Her dress cut short and up to knee,
With little feet so clean and white,
She treads the verdure soft and bright.
With sparkling eye and sprightly face,
She seems a miniature of grace.
Her silken hair is cut all round;
A pinkish bow on top is found;
Her dimpled hand a posy brings;
In childish glee she sweetly sings.
For fresh sweet peas she scours the land,
And brings them in for grandpa's stand:
"These are for you, my grandpa dear,
Wet with the dew as with a tear!"
With little kitten black and white,
She gently plays from morn till night;
Her merry voice, with prattling work,
In song and story oft is heard.
In downy bed, so white and neat,
her doll she tucks for slumbers sweet;
And in the morn, ere sun is up,
Wee mama brings a buttercup!
A brief six years with us she's stayed,
And with her simple trinkets played.
She brings the sweets which Nature gave:
"These for my mama; this, her grave!"
Hail, childish love, thou power benign!
Who can reveal thy depths divine?
Not saint nor sage with wisdom blest
Can sound the love in infant breast.
A mother's love was hers one day,
A mother's love, sublime in sway.
O Fate, what arrows hast thou flung?
Bereft of love, so young, so young!'
1916 J.E.H
TO MY GRANDCHILD-TEACHER, MISS MARTHA HOAG Age 7
At eve my teacher oft is seen,
With lifted rule and haughty mien,
Intent to drive each knotty truth
Into the head of gray-haired youth!
Hard rows of figures I must try,
Nor can I pass the grammar by:
Th' imperious miss with scornful hand
Bids grandpa mind each stern command!
Her finger points the narrow way,
And pupils cannot but obey;
Thus I am forced those things to know
I slighted four score years ago!"
1921 J.E.H.
On August 29, 1936 Martha married Albert Ransom Hillman, from Easton, NY. Albert with his brothers founded a large trucking business, Fort Edward Express Company.
Martha and Albert lived in Glens Falls, NY, and had three daughters:
Elizabeth Ann, called "Betsy", Lucille May, and Elaine Ruby.
Additionally Martha was active in the Eastern Star, Triangle organization, and the First Presbyterian Church. There she chaired the Shut-In Committee.
Martha is remembered for her good humor and ready laugh.
Martha was the apple of her grandfather, Jonathan E. Hoag's eye. Probably most especially, because Martha's mother Mamie Wood, died in 1914 when Martha was only four. Jonathan wrote several published poems in Martha's honor. Here are two.
'OUR LITTLE MARTHA
From porch a little girl I see,
Her dress cut short and up to knee,
With little feet so clean and white,
She treads the verdure soft and bright.
With sparkling eye and sprightly face,
She seems a miniature of grace.
Her silken hair is cut all round;
A pinkish bow on top is found;
Her dimpled hand a posy brings;
In childish glee she sweetly sings.
For fresh sweet peas she scours the land,
And brings them in for grandpa's stand:
"These are for you, my grandpa dear,
Wet with the dew as with a tear!"
With little kitten black and white,
She gently plays from morn till night;
Her merry voice, with prattling work,
In song and story oft is heard.
In downy bed, so white and neat,
her doll she tucks for slumbers sweet;
And in the morn, ere sun is up,
Wee mama brings a buttercup!
A brief six years with us she's stayed,
And with her simple trinkets played.
She brings the sweets which Nature gave:
"These for my mama; this, her grave!"
Hail, childish love, thou power benign!
Who can reveal thy depths divine?
Not saint nor sage with wisdom blest
Can sound the love in infant breast.
A mother's love was hers one day,
A mother's love, sublime in sway.
O Fate, what arrows hast thou flung?
Bereft of love, so young, so young!'
1916 J.E.H
TO MY GRANDCHILD-TEACHER, MISS MARTHA HOAG Age 7
At eve my teacher oft is seen,
With lifted rule and haughty mien,
Intent to drive each knotty truth
Into the head of gray-haired youth!
Hard rows of figures I must try,
Nor can I pass the grammar by:
Th' imperious miss with scornful hand
Bids grandpa mind each stern command!
Her finger points the narrow way,
And pupils cannot but obey;
Thus I am forced those things to know
I slighted four score years ago!"
1921 J.E.H.
