- Maggie Vaughn Cox Schwartz -
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Life Story of Maggie Vaughn Cox Schwartz
Written And Recorded In Her Own Words As She Spoke Them
Daughter of Jonathan Hiram Daniel Cox and Louisa Isabella Price. Wife of Paul Emil Gottfried Schwartz.[Vaughn spells her father's name as Johnathan. Her sister, Vivian, spells it Jonathan. His headstone reads John H. Cox.]
I’m old and wrinkled and full of fleas. If I reach May 9, 1981, I’ll be eighty years old. You all know what I look like. I’m a sight for sore eyes! I’ll soon be a bald headed eagle, but there’s still snow on the mountain, so there’s still fire in the furnace. Sometime the embers will dim and I will leave this earth and return to my heavenly home. You will not see much of me then, but I’ll be on my way to living a wonderful eternal life. You won’t forget me. How could you? This story will refresh your memory.
My mother had a dozen children at home. I was the seventh child, and my dad delivered me. They didn’t have any fandangled medicine to ease the labor pains like they do now. Times change, and things are made easier for people than when I was young. Babies can be born now without feeling any pain at all. Mothers then had to stay in bed ‘til the ninth day. They could get up and sit in the rocker for a while on the ninth day, and on the tenth day they could get up and stay up. About all we did was change diapers and bathe our babies in bed. Most mothers nowadays go home from the hospital the day after their babies are born, and they don’t stay in bed much. Things were different when I was born. Mama thought I weighed about eight pounds, and I imagine Papa had a scale to weigh me. I had lots of black hair and brown eyes like my dad’s. I was a good, healthy baby, but two of my brothers, Roland and Eldrid, died about two weeks after they were born. There were five girls and seven boys in my family. Papa and Mama loved children plenty.
Now I’ll tell you some important dates and names and places taken from my dad’s old family Bible. Johnathan Hiram Daniel Cox wrote these things in his own handwriting, and I have this Bible. It is old and torn, and many pages are yellow. A while before Mama died, she gave this Bible to me. She said that she and Dad would like me to have it. It is a very treasured gift to me. My dad used an ink dip pen to write with. The dates and events that happened after Papa died, I recorded myself.
Johnathan Hiram Daniel Cox
born in Lauderdale County in Killen, Alabama
on January 3, 1866
son of Martin VanBuren Cox and Mary Elizabeth Harrison
married Louisa Isabella Price on October 30, 1888
in Lauderdale County, Alabama
Death: October 10, 1945 at Parma, Canyon, Idaho
Burial: October 13, 1945 at Parma, Canyon, Idaho
Baptized: November 7, 1898
Endowed: March 3, 1949
Papa called Mama “Lutie Bell,” and she called him “Dad” most of the time. My sister Jessie’s daughter, Ova Johnson, gave me a genealogy sheet with all this written on it too. My dad used to read from this Bible every day after supper and on Sunday morning. We all sat down and listened to him read. He told us to live up to its teachings. He and my mother always set the right example before us.
Louisa Isabella Price
born in Lauderdale County, St. Florence, Alabama
on December 16, 1870
daughter of John Henry Price and Mary Elizabeth Allington
Death: June 18, 1948 at Parma at Caldwell, Canyon, Idaho
Burial: June 21, 1948 at Parma, Canyon, Idaho
Baptized: November 7, 1898
Papa and Mama lived happily together. They never fought or disagreed. My dad always knew how things should go, and Mama always listened to him. Papa’s eyes were dark brown. His eyes spoke! All he had to do is look at you and you always knew what he was saying. You knew if he agreed or disagreed. He was always kind and good to us, and he never whipped us unless he had to, which wasn’t very much. He most always talked to us and got us to understand right from wrong that way. We knew what to do, depending on how his eyes looked. His eyes were mostly soft and gentle. Papa’s hair was black. Maybe he was about fifty years old when he started graying. He had a big frame and was six feet tall. Two of my brothers, Weldon and Evan, both were that tall. Papa weighed 190 pounds most his life. I never remember my dad being fat, but he always had a mustache.
Papa built a house in Kelsey, Texas with a front porch clear across the whole house. There were porches on the east and west sides too. The porch on the back was smaller than the front one. They used to build houses with porches on all sides back then in the South. The foundation was up off the ground, so chickens would go under there to keep cool in the hottest part of the day. I found my old pet speckled hen dead under the house one day. I was five years old and that old buff-colored hen was my favorite pet. This was a hot summer day. It might get 110 degrees some days. I was looking for my old hen and I missed her. I couldn’t see her anywhere, so I crawled under the house and found her stiff in a far corner, dead. I lovingly brought her out, crying because she was stiff. I found a baby blanket, wrapped her up, put her in a shoe box, dug a hole to put the box in, sang two funeral songs, and buried her. I did it all by myself. I felt sad because I loved her so much. Her grave was in the corner of the back yard.
This new house had two fireplaces. One in the living room and one in my dad’s and Mother’s bedroom. This fireplace was really just one fireplace with a front and back side, which made a fireplace in two rooms. Papa grew zinnias and roses, bridle wreath and baby breath, and Cannes in Kelsy, (sic) Texas. He had a small garden and peach orchard. K-E-L-S-E-Y is the correct spelling.
Mama’s eyes were violet blue. They were the prettiest color eyes I have ever seen. She never spanked us because she would rather talk to us to get us to mind. Her hair was black and she was very fair complected. I never did see her put any make-up on. She was pretty enough without it. She was five feet two inches tall. I was the only girl as short as her. The other girls were taller. She wore a size three shoe when she was younger, but later she wore a size four. She was small boned. She weighed 135 pounds. She sang around home quite a bit, and sang in the choir at church. Both Papa and Mama were baptized November 7, 1898, and both their mothers’ names were Mary Elizabeth. Not many couples have mothers with the same names. Both Papa and Mama prayed a lot and taught all their children to pray. They took us to church with them, and I have good memories of my childhood. They took care of us right.
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