Lone Chimney Memories by Dora & Wilma June 3, 2011

Memories of home

by Wilma Lois Robinson Payne

We rented a farm south of Lone Chimney where we raised cotton. When we had to hoe cotton or pick it, we got to stop and get a pop. Daddy always chewed “Days Work”. He just cut off a piece when he wanted a chew. One day when we were picking cotton, Fred and I thought we should have something to chew also. We fussed until he gave us a small piece. Fred challenged me on how fast and good he was at chewing and wanted to know if I was as good as him. Naturally I had to do everything better than him. I opened my mouth to show him I was really chewing and naturally all the juice went down my throat. I became very sick and had to rest under a tree. Fred had spit his out.

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Lone Chimney Memories by Dora Robinson Stewart

Lone Chimney Memories

by Dora Robinson Stewart

September 5, 2004

Oh yes, I walked there many a time to got Grandpa Keller hisplug chewing tobacco (Days Work) that he would cut off a bit with a knife, The gas pumps were the kind you filled a reservoir at the top. The pump was operated manually(not electric but manual). The pump handle was a lever that was moved back and forth. They sold a few school supplies, candy, tobacco and had the old pop containers.

Across the street was Euard Davis, father of Carmelita Fuss, had a cream station where we sold our cream and on Saturday would get ice for the “ice box” for the weekend, otherwise the cellar was used for cooling. There was a garage there also. Orlive Carter ran it for years. If I remember correctly, Wilbur worked for him after WW II. Rex Carter also worked there as a youth.

The gas station had a few groceries but I can’t remember what. It also had one of those old “wall telephones”. Sometimes, in emergencies, different people called for us on it. If I remember correctly they called when Granddad Fowler got real sick, his last time to stay at his little house in Maramec.

Ben Ramsey ran the station on the east side the road. Joe Harmer build the one on the west side, seems like he had a garage too. His didn’t last long. Ben Ramsey sold his station to Bonnas Keeton. He had his home attached to the back of the station.

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Memories of Arthur Robinson

Stories as told by Arthur Robinson

Art and Henry Stapleton were coon hunting one night. They were evidently also drinking as Art said that they lost their lantern which was lit at the time.

There was a truck wreck of a load of beer on Highway 18 just east of their house. Art hid some of the beer for later consumption.

Art and Lynn were living just north of Keller and Della Robinson’s. Lynn said that she awoke and all she could see was fire. Fire was around their house. They lived on the west side of a meadow and it was on fire. Lynn said that she thought that it was the end of the world. (time about 1939)

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Barbara Robinson

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members)

By Barbara Robinson (wife of Della’s son Jack)

Here are a couple of our kid’s favorite Iva Dee stories.

When Peggy was born, I had a difficult pregnancy and delivery so Grandma Iva D said she would come stay while I was in the hospital. We had talked about taking out a wall to enlarge our downstairs bath. Jack kidded her and said she could take out that wall while she was resting.

That night when Jack came in from work, the kids all met him at the door saying, “Grandma tore our house down”. With a hammer and a butcher knife, she had taken out that wall. After Grandma went home, the kids said she nearly worked them to death. Made them make their beds every day and sweep the whole house!

Another favorite was when Keller was sick in bed, we were up there helping put up corn. We were all working out on the west porch and Grandpa Keller kept sending Linda to ask a question, get a drink, etc. Finally he told her to go ask something of Grandma and Linda said, “Huh-uh, Grandma looks side ways at me last time!”

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Leona Robinson

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members)

By Leona Robinson (wife of Della’s son Wilbur J.)

My mother-in-law lost her mother while just a young girl. She had to be self-reliant and able to make decisions. She was not a stranger to hard work. She was quick in her movements, very strong, and could accomplish much in a day’s time.

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Wilbur J Memories

Wilbur J Memories

by Dora Robinson Stewart, youngest sister

There are not words to describe my love for my “Libur”. Could not say my “W’s” for many years so it was always “Libur and Lima”.

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BUT MY IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY

May 29, 1995

By Mark Darrah

You have heard the obituary of Lynn Robinson but you know, an obituary really doesn’t tell us very much, does it? Oh, it tells us the important dates, the important events, the important people, but it doesn’t tell us all the important things about this person who lived with us for too short of time on this earth.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson By Wilma Robinson Payne

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members and transcribed by granddaughter LaDell)

By Wilma Robinson Payne (fourth daughter of Iva Della)

We use to get up at 4 a.m. to milk approximately 30 cows most of the time.

Mom always took a nap (which we all should) but you know 3-5 kids playing Annie-over, Blackman, Hide And Seek, etc. could not be quiet. So when we would wake her up, she’d find very good use of the many, many elm trees Dad had planted around our home. I was smarter in books than Fred but he would scream before he was hit and I would be beat to death. When I’d go around the corner of the house, he’d be laughing at me. Why I couldn’t figure that out, Tarus the Bull stubborn, I guess.

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Remarks Given at Roy Robinson’s Funeral

December 18, 2002

By Mark S. Darrah

When Roy Robinson was born 64 years ago and his parents learned he suffered from Down’s Syndrome, they asked “Why us?” Now, as the gift of Roy’s earthly life comes to an end, those of us who have known and loved Roy ask “Why us?” Why have we been blessed by this gift? And, Roy’s life has been a gift.

Roy loved the simple things: playing with his rope, or drinking a soda, or for going for a ride in the car. The car didn’t even have to be going anywhere; just sitting in the car made him happy.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Wilbur J. Robinson

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members and transcribed by granddaughter LaDell)

Wilbur J. Robinson (second son of Della and Keller)

(Writing to his daughter, are the following comments):

LaDell, this will not be in order but just thoughts wrote down as I think.

Looking at the old pictures at the age of 12 or 13, Minnie Lee looked an awful lot like ma. She was about 5’5” tall, on the hefty side, black hair, and brown eyes (hair turned real white as she grew older) and real good looking. She was the strongest woman I ever saw, stronger than most men were. I have seen her throw 100 pound feed sacks over her shoulder, milk buckets, in the other hand, and starts for the barn and never stops to rest or let it down. It was about a 100 yards.

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Memories and Stories of Iva Della Robinson's family