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The Weaving of Lives
in
Our Family Fabric
By Nancy (Hester) Hoke
Daughter of Foy and Lorene (Ezzell) Hester
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| To tell about my mother, Vivian Lorene EZZELL (October 19, 1909 - February 3, 1996), I begin with her parents, my grandparents. I begin with Robert Terrell "Bob" EZZELL (1887-1935) and Ruth Victoria (HESTER) EZZELL (1889-1982) and their quest to live in the early 1900's. |
Robert Terrell "Bob" EZZELL |
Ruth Victoria (HESTER) EZZELL |
| Bob came from a fairly well-to-do family in the Belgreen area. His
parents were William Garrison
EZZELL (1857-1942) and Mary Thomas (ALLISON) EZZELL (1863-1946). They were thought to
be well-to-do because they had carriages and built a big three story home by Cedar Creek
and had had a few slaves in the past (before the Civil War) to work on the place. However,
when my grandparents were born there was still talk about the Civil War lingering, for
their parents had worked with and beside the slaves. But now all the work had to be done
by their large families. They were not afraid of work and certainly knew how to do heavy labor on their land and made it produce cotton or corn around the nearby creek and on the bottom land. My grandmother on the other hand was born to Chesley Amos HESTER (March 3, 1855 - January 1, /1944) and Amy Elizabeth (RIKARD) HESTER (August 15,1852 - July 25, 1933). This family had had no slaves and thought themselves well off because they had their own land and a mule to work it and were just "red dirt farmers" as my mother often said. Every member of the family worked very hard to "make ends meet". I know this because when I was shown pictures of my ancestors, my mother and grandmother, Ruth, would always comment on the hands of the individual. They always made the remark something like "Look at Ma's hands. They look so work worn and torn". And indeed, to me they looked wrinkled and strong and as they had said "work worn". |
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