I was explaining last week how I
came about all of the historical items I have in my possession. I
explained about finding all of the boxes of books and papers in my
Aunt Sis’s apartment in Fort Worth. My cousin Billie and I sorted
through all of the boxes and it was my responsibility to find a place
to store all of the boxes. So Jackie and all my kids helped me load
the next day. I looked closely with Noel, Onor, Deborah, Lou and Sam,
(Sam was about two years old).
The mystery of how all the heavy books got on top of the only
entrance to the attic has not been solved to this day, as we found no
other entry to the Belmont apartment attic.
We hauled the boxes to a barn that Giles V.(my brother) and I had
built on a farm we jointly owned. The barn was located near where the
water tower at the Isle de Boise State Park is now. It would take us
forty-five minutes to get across various landowner’s properties over
to the barn after leaving the county road. The property was
land-locked, there were no public roads to the property. We simply had
no other place to take the loads of books and valuables, we just
couldn’t let it go as trash. Billie took off south to Houston and I
went north to Aubrey.
I have often wondered if anyone ever went to the barn and helped
themselves to anything. Maybe not, as there was nothing that appeared
to be of great value.
I have spent the last twenty-five years sorting through this old
pile of valuable records. Looking through this mountain of printed
matter, I found it contained much family history, as well as, lots of
history of Onega, including old photographs. I know other families of
Onega might have had similar treasures that may have been lost, as I
know how close this treasure of information was almost missed by us.
Many of the old books and papers came from the northwest bedroom of
Grandma’s house. It was seldom used because it was too cold to sleep
in during the winter and too hot to use in the summer. We didn’t like
it as children because it was dark, gloomy and smelled musty with all
the old boxes of books and papers neatly stacked up.
There are indeed more family mysteries, but all this was just
barely discovered at the Belmont apartment. It makes me feel all this
was preordained and made possible by the efforts of others before me.
It also feel I was the intended party to receive the treasured books,
newspapers and photographs. I recently discovered some old Galveston
newspapers which date back to1858, that were produced by the A.H. Belo
Corporation. I have found papers from San Antonio dated 1873-1876. The
condition of these papers is surprisingly good and I will be able to
unearth clues concerning people and places of that time.