Showing posts with label World War I. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War I. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Harry Arnold

Today, Mom and I drove down to Tyler to shop and go to Sam's.  Mostly Sam's.  On the way, I asked her if everyone called Harry Arnold, Sr.,  Puss or just she and Dad.  Mom said that our cousin, Judge Frank Holden, had been in WWI with Mr. Arnold, and that's what Frank called Mr. A.  What a small world.  Frank was a Federal Judge in Atlanta, and lived in the Buckhead area, I believe. It was a beautiful, beautiful neighboorhood.  Frank and his wife Grace would visit us in Monroe every so often, and Frank would line us up and say  "whose turn is it for a silver dollar".  Dad saved them for us, and I  still have one.  Papa would punch a hole in them and put a wire through the hole.  I guess he would attach our names to the wire.  We always loved to see Frank and Grace.  Frank, Jr. had a camp just north of Atlanta, and one summer, Dotsy went to camp there and mostly worked in the stables taking care of the horses.  Frank was a cousin on Dad's Mother's side,  Nona Corry Oakes . Nona was born in Siloam, GA in 1887, and died in Atlanta in 1947.  Her father was Eugene Reid Corry.
Frank was born in Crawfordville, GA, 1894, died Atlanta, in 1975.  He was married to Grace Pope of West Palm Beach, FL.  There is a small book of WWI that Frank wrote, called War Memories, published in 1922.  This book has been digitized by Google Books.  Search for War Memories by Frank A. Holden.   Frank graduated from the University of Georgia and was a member of  Phi Delta Theta.  He practiced law in Athens with his father.  Frank's father, Horace Moore Holden, was also a judge on the Federal bench in Atlanta. Frank's mother was Mary Emma Corry, half sister to Eugene Reid Corry.  Their father was William Alexander Corry.   Mary Emma's mother, William's second wife, was Mary Matilda Stephens Reid...  I was always puzzled by the relationships, but with the help of a wonderful book, Willian Corry and His Descendants by Mildred Seab Ezell, I've been able to piece this together.                                                                                                                                                                                          

Monday, November 24, 2008

Avondale Estates


The very first house I remember was our home in Avondale Estates.  I don't remember very much about our time in Avondale, but I do remember that I fell into the community pool and my grandfather, Paw, 'saved' me.  Our home had two bedrooms, and we were very crowded! Mom and Dad, older brother, sister Judy, me, brother Mike, sister Nell, and, Dad's father, Paw.  Mom said she had bunk beds everywhere.  Paw's wife, Nona Corry Oakes, died in 1947 and Dad and his brother Walter were going to take turns having him live with them.  That, of course, didn't happen.  Paw lived with us for twenty three years.  Sometimes he would visit other friends, and at one time Dad had  a place in Lawrenceville for him. 

Back to Avondale.  Avondale Estates, just outside of Atlanta, was a master planned community, founded by George Francis Willis in 1924.  Mr. Willis purchased the entire village of Ingleside and renamed it after Stratford-upon-Avon.  The downtown buildings were all designed in a Tudor style, and many of the houses also.  There were tennis courts, a lake, a community pool and clubhouse.  The first Waffle House opened in Avondale in 1955.
After the War, Dad had a hardware store, in East Atlanta, and was able to carry a line of  washing machines.  Washing machines were a rare commodity at that time.  The only one he had was a floor model, which he immediately brought home to Mom.  (This is not a picture of Peaches.)  Mom was very grateful for her new wringer machine, as the maid was probably doing the wash in a wash tub. Older brother was a very inquisitive young man, as Mom and Dad found out.  One day, he took her wringer washing machine apart.  I don't know if it ever worked the same again.  About the only other exciting thing that happened in Avondale was connected to older brother.  He tried out a hammer on Paw's head.  Paw didn't think it too exciting.  
There were lots and lots of children on our street; the war boom babies were just starting in 1946.