Family History Miscellaneous album, page 37

 

(L-R): Arbie Arnold, Eulene Carter, Lavada Carter, Ruth Carter, Elmer Carter, Agnes Carter, Ollie Carter, Wilma Arnold

These are children of John Martin Carter and children of George Ned Arnold. These Carter children would have been aunts and uncles of the Arnold children. (George was a brother of Annie Arnold Hicks.)

Alvis Jackson

son of Etta Arnold and Ben Jackson (Etta was Annie Hicks' younger sister)

John Henry Arnold

father of my great-grandmother Annie Arnold Hicks

I have several copies of this photo, and they're not all as greenish as this one.

Margaret Bullard ("Aunt Peggy")

Margaret and her brother George raised John Henry Arnold. He was their nephew. Here's what Annie wrote about it:

Grandmother’s name before marriage was Emma Bullard. She married a man by the name of Arnold. They had one child, Henry (my father). They didn’t live together but three or four years. They had trouble because he wanted to move from Missouri to Texas (or at least that’s what set off the separation), with his folks and she wouldn’t move, but he went ahead and moved without her and in a little while he came back and wanted her to take him back but she wouldn’t. Then in a year or two she married a man by the name of Alex McReynolds. They had one boy and twin girls and they had trouble and he took the girls and left, and they never heard from him any more. But about the time she married the second time, her brother and sister (neither one married) took my Dad - just a small boy about maybe 2 years old, and set up housekeeping and raised him. Their names were George Bullard and Margaret Bullard (Peggy). Uncle George and Aunt Peggy was always exactly like my Grandpa and Grandma. After they got my Dad about raised, Uncle George married  Josie Tamsett, an aunt of Amy Tamsett that John Carter married. Then a little later, Aunt Peggy married Alex Williams, a very strange character. Aunt Peggy said she never could get acquainted with him or understand his actions. Lots of nights he would get up in the night and sit in the door with his gun just like he was expecting a murderer, but in just a few years he was walking home across an old field where there was some dead trees and one of them fell on him and killed him. Just the day before that, he had a snuff box packed full of $20 gold pieces and that would be a lot of money for them times. He evidently had hid that money for not a penny could be found (about 1897). In those days gold pieces were in common circulation. They got the idea that he bored a hole in a tree and put the box of money in the hole and put a peg in on it, but they had no idea which tree nor for sure that he did that, so there wasn’t any chance to find the money. This all took place in Missouri around Thayer. 

My Father was grown and married before Aunt Peggy married. 

Tom Nicholson and his wife Kizzie

They were the parents of Earl Nicholson, who married Dulcie Mae Jackson. Dulcie Mae was the daughter of Etta Arnold (Annie's sister) and Ben Jackson.

Blanche Sample and Mildred Montgomery

I don't think these are relatives. As best I can determine, they were friends of the family. I have several pictures of Blanche and my mother (Wathada) together - they were near the same age.

This is an enhanced version of the photo in the album. The caption reads: "Drilling a well at the Beecher Woodham farm near Banner, Arkansas." The woman in the white cap is Annie Arnold Hicks. Sitting next to her are her daughters Ruby and Irene, and the baby sitting in front of her is Cleffie, my grandmother. I don't know who all the other people are. 

Sarah Tamsett

This is the midwife who delivered my grandmother, Cleffie Hicks Burford, in 1917. 

Both the Tamsetts and the Bullards are inextricably intertwined in the Arnold/Carter family tree. Sarah's daughter Jessie married Annie's brother George. Sarah's daughter Amy married Annie's uncle John Martin Carter. Sarah's husband's sister Josie married George Bullard, who raised Annie's father John Henry Arnold. (Now, is that as clear as mud?)  

See note below about the night Cleffie was born.

Martha Rhoades

daughter of Margaret Carter Rhoades

Margaret was a sister of my great-great-grandmother Adaline Carter Arnold

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The Night I Was Born

   I have heard my mother tell about the incidents surrounding my birth on August 8th, 1917.  I was born about two o’clock that morning.    It was during “World War One” and my father had been notified that he must come to Heber Springs and take his examination for the military service, along with a lot of other men, of course.  We lived at Banner, and it was twenty-five miles to Heber Springs.  Papa walked every step of the way there and back.  He was gone three or four days at least. ?He was really dreading the examination and was hoping he wouldn’t pass it.  In fact, he was hoping so much that he wouldn’t pass that he drank several cups of coffee, “strong coffee”, just before time for it.  I guess that did the trick because he didn’t pass the exam.  He said his heart was really pounding and acting up from the coffee.  He had a weak heart anyway and that just made it show up. ?He arrived home around midnight on the aforementioned night, so tired he was almost dead on his feet.  Mama knew I was going to arrive that night, too, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him right at that time.  She wanted him to get a little sleep and rest first.  He did go to sleep for maybe a couple of hours.  But it wasn’t very long till she had to get him up to go tell the mid-wife to come, and then go for the doctor.  He rode a horse this time because he knew he was coming back.  It was fifteen miles to the doctor, who lived at Jamestown.  He was the nearest doctor there was in that part of the country.  Sometimes after a big rain the creek would rise so much it would be impossible to get across but I guess it wasn’t up this time because they made it.  However, it took them a little too long and I beat them there.  The midwife had delivered me and I was there to greet them when they came in. My mother had waited too long to send for the doctor and, really, as it turned out, she didn’t need him.  But I’m sure she felt better that he came anyway. Mrs. Tamsett was the mid-wife.  She was Aunt Jessie Arnold’s mother.  Also Aunt Amy Carter’s mother.