Things were hard and money was scarce, but they were all
making it okay until the Influenza Pandemic hit. The Influenza Pandemic occurred in three
waves in the United States throughout 1918 and 1919. All told throughout the world somewhere
between 20 and 40 million people died. It
has been cited as the most devastating epidemic in recorded world history. More people died world wide of influenza in a
single year than in four years of the Black Death Bubonic Plague which occurred
from 1347 to 1351. This epidemic was
also known as the Spanish Flu since that is where it had seem to originate and was
a global disaster. In pockets across the
globe, something erupted that seemed as benign as the common cold. The influenza of that season, however, was far
more than a cold. In the two years that
this flu ravaged the earth, a fifth of the world's population was infected. The flu was most deadly for people ages 20 to
40. This pattern of morbidity was
unusual for influenza which is usually a killer of the elderly and young
children. It infected 28% of all Americans
and an estimated 675,000 Americans died of influenza during the pandemic, ten
times as many as in the world war. Of
the U. S. soldiers who died in Europe, half of them fell to the influenza virus
and not to the enemy and an estimated 43,000 servicemen mobilized for WWI died
of the influenza. Some of this info about
the pandemic was found at: https://virus.stanford.edu/uda/.
My
family was to feel the effects of this awful pandemic when my great-grandmother,
Mary Belle Fryar Fraley took sick and died in December of 1918. She had also been pregnant with her third
child who was born sometime that same month.
Mary and the baby, a boy I was told, were buried in the same casket and
laid in the front parlor on a table, until the men of the family were strong
enough to dig the grave. I have the last
letter she ever wrote and she is talking about how sick everyone was and
especially my great-grandfather, my Papaw and his sister Corene, but she never
even mentioned how sick she was, she was only 23 years old. The following is the letter which was dated
December 7, 1918 and then the letter written by a cousin to let the family in
Kentucky know that she had died, which was dated December 17, 1918. Somewhere in the 10 days between the two
letters being written, my great-grandmother and her baby passed away. My Papaw told me that he took his Daddy back
to Missouri to visit her grave sometime in the early 1970’s, it had not been
marked at the time of her death, because they did not have the money to have a
stone made. Papaw said that his Daddy
just cried because he could not remember where she had been buried exactly and
so they were not able to find the grave while they were there. According to Papaw, his Daddy had told him
she was buried in a cemetery in Sikeston, Scott County, Missouri. Papaw couldn’t remember the name of the cemetery
though.
Life changed drastically for my Papaw after his mother’s
death, within the month my great-grandfather took his children Ermon and Corene
back to Kentucky to his mother’s home near Salem, Livingston County,
Kentucky. Bob’s mother was Levy Margie
McDaniel, 1868-1946, and she lived on the Lola Road near Salem in 1920 and was
married to Benjamin Franklin Shuecraft at that time. Bob’s father, James Edward Fraley born in
1853 had passed away in 1902 after a short illness, when Bob was only 11 years
old, so my grandfather and my great-grandfather, both knew what it meant to
lose a parent early in life. For the
next six to eight years my Papaw and his sister Corene lived with their
grandmother, Levy. My great-grandfather
left sometime around the first part of 1920 and no one really knows where he
went or what he did for the next three years before he came back to his
children in Kentucky. Shortly after
coming back he met and married on February 25, 1923 Mary Evenyln Belt, 1906-1975,
and they had nine children together and lived in Salem at first, but then moved
over to Sheridan, Crittenden County, Kentucky in about 1938 and lived there until
their deaths in 1975. Mary only lived
six months after Bob passed away, even though she was fifteen years younger
than Bob. I remember so many times going
to their house and I loved to go and visit them as a child. My great-grandfather always called Mary, ‘Murray’
at least that is what it sounded like to me at the time and I always thought
that was a funny name for a woman.
The following picture shows my Papaw and his sister Corene
with their grandmother Levy as well as their step-mother Mary Belt and two of
their half-siblings, Ophelia and Virgil around late 1927.
Papaw’s half-siblings were the following: May Fraley
1923-1923; Virgil Fraley 1924-1973; Mary Ophelia Fraley 1927-1998; James Cecil
Fraley 1930-1987; Robert Glenn Fraley 1934-1997; Harold Wayne Fraley; Willard
Ray Fraley 1940-1989; Escal Eugene Fraley and Richard Dale Fraley. I was just in Kentucky last month and was
able to go and visit with my great-uncle Harold for a little while, he and my
Daddy were good friends growing up, but I didn’t get the chance to see Uncle
Escal or Uncle Ricky. I did get to see
Uncle Bobby’s wife though and had a nice visit with her as well.
My Papaw worked as a farmer and carpenter and
sometimes, if times were hard he would work in the spar mines too. However, he told me he hated going
underground so he never worked in the mines unless he absolutely had to. He ended up with white lung from the mines
even though he hadn’t worked in them that much.
White lung is from spar dust, just like black lung is from coal
dust. Papaw had quite a few friends,
everyone always loved him, and he was always smiling, laughing and singing. The following are three pictures that were
taken in the 1930’s with him and some of his buddy’s, Bennett Walker, Carl
Guess and Hartley Hillyard.
Sometime
around late 1936 or early 1937 he met my Mamaw, Daisy Elnora Loftis 1917-2006,
who was living near Salem in Livingston County, Kentucky. Mamaw’s Daddy was a spar miner and worked at
the Klondyke Mines and others in the area.
They started dating and soon the sparks started to fly. J The
following is a picture of them when they were on one of their dates, weren’t
they just the cutest and I love that old car.
Mamaw told me that there was some kind of a button or something in that
car that Papaw could push and it would cause a flow of air that would blow her
dress up pretty high. She said he got a
kick out of doing that any time they were going somewhere and she would smack
him every time, but it didn’t seem to stop him from doing it though. I can just see him doing something like that
and I can hear him laughing the whole time too.
Those
sparks soon turned to love and on March 19, 1938 which was also Mamaw’s
birthday they were married in Marion, Crittenden County, Kentucky. Daisy
was the daughter of Jasper Guy Loftis and Amy Susan Floyd. The following picture shows the house in 2005
when I took this picture, that was the first house that my Papaw and Mamaw
lived in and where their first child, Barbara was born, just outside of Marion.
Papaw and Mamaw settled into married life and soon their
children started coming, Barbara Ann Fraley who married Curtis Leon Fritts
1934-2005; then my Mom, Erma Jean Fraley 1940-2011, who married Duell Franklin
Beard 1935-2009; Guy Robert Fraley who married Eleanor Jane Summers; Amy Corene
Fraley who married Thomas Edward Brooks 1943-1997, then Joseph Monroe Mitchell;
Connie Rose Fraley 1947-1950; Iva Nell Fraley who married Roger Dale Griffin
and Edward Jewell Fraley 1952-1954.
Pretty soon World War II started and my family
was effected the same as most of the rest of the nation and the world. My Papaw was called up in 1943 in the United
States Navy Reserve and was sent to the South Pacific and was on board a
hospital ship as a corpsman. He never
fought on land but he saw the after effects of what the Japanese did to our
soldiers and he never liked to talk about the war or the things he saw, so for
that reason I don’t know a lot about his service. I do know that he would go to Australia when
he was on leave during the war. I have
the following pictures, one of Papaw in uniform and one that my Mamaw sent to
him during the war of her holding Amy who was born right before he left and then
from left to right my Mom, Erma Jean, Guy and Barbara.
The following is a picture I took of another house that my
Mamaw and the kids lived in while Papaw was in the Navy during World War II in
Crittenden County, Kentucky. Aunt Barb
and my Mom both told me that Mamaw bought this house with the money she earned
selling eggs and chickens and what she got from Papaw’s service pay. We drove by this house in 2011 when I was
there the last time with my Mom, she passed away a few months later.
The
war finally ended and Papaw was able to come back home to his family, where the
last three children were added to their family.
The following pictures show Connie Rose, Iva with Mamaw and Papaw and
Edward Jewell. The pictures of Connie
and of Edward were taken not to long before they passed away, they both
apparently had the same thing wrong with them.
My Mom and her other siblings never said a lot about it, but I know my
Mom really had a hard time when they passed away and I am sure the others did
as well. I also know my grandparents
suffered for a long time to, wondering if there was anything they could have
done, but both deaths were pretty sudden and seem to be almost the same type of
thing happening to the both of them. My
Mamaw told me a few different times that a mucus like pus was coming out of
their eyes and ears, they both had really bad coughs and high fevers right
before they died and the doctors didn’t really know what the problem might have
been. We now know it might have possibly
been encephalitis. They had taken
Connie to the Children’s Hospital in Louisville, because the doctor in Marion
didn’t know what was wrong and that is where she passed away. Mamaw told me that after Connie died the
doctors wanted to do an autopsy, but that was such a new concept to them and
most people at that time, that they didn’t want it done to Connie. Mamaw told me that after Edward Jewell died,
she and Papaw both blamed themselves and wish they had let the doctors perform
the autopsy on Connie and then maybe Edward wouldn’t have died. I don’t know how they did it losing a child,
let alone losing two children within a four year time frame, I know it haunted
them both till the day they died.
Papaw and Mamaw and their children moved out to Woodlake,
Tulare County, California in 1953, because Mamaw’s brother, J B Loftis and his new
bride, had moved out there in 1946 after they got married and told them jobs
were plentiful and they would love it there.
The above picture of Edward Jewell was taken at Mooney’s Grove in
Visalia that year. They found work right
off, but only stayed for about a year, they were so homesick they had to get
back to Kentucky and so they packed up and went back home. They moved to the Hardin’s Knob area of
Crittenden County when they got back to Kentucky and that is where Edward got
sick and died in 1954.
In 1959, my grandparents left Crittenden County
for the last time and moved up to Hebbardsville in Henderson County, Kentucky
about 70 miles north. My Mom and Dad had
gotten married in 1957 and my Aunt Barb and Uncle Leon had gotten married in
1955 and they both stayed in Marion for a little bit longer. My Aunt Iva started third grade there at
Hebbardsville Elementary. They lived in
at least three different houses that I can remember before my Papaw built the
house that they would continue to live in until 2006. The following two pictures shows one of the
houses they lived in up there when I was just little, that is me on the front
porch and with my Aunt Iva out in the yard.
We lived in Henderson and Papaw would pick me up in the evenings after
he got off work and take me home with him.
Aunt Iva always reminds me of the following story, when I was riding
home with Papaw we would go past the little town of Zion and a pond that was on
the right side of the road always had cows around it. I would start laughing and say, “Look Papaw
them cows are getting their belly wet”.
Papaw would tell me that story every time we drove past and Aunt Iva still
tells me that story to this day and especially if we are in the car together
and driving past that same little pond.
Wonderful memories of my childhood.
Papaw was a carpenter and worked construction and had a
small farm, he was always trying out new strains of tomatoes, corn or whatever
struck his fancy that year. He helped to
build a number of houses in Henderson County as well as apartments and other
buildings in the area. He had a few
acres he would plant in potatoes and I remember walking behind the tractor and
picking up potatoes as they were brought up by the plow. Anywhere Papaw was that is where I wanted to
be as well. Papaw said I could clean a
row of tomatoes faster than any bug when I was little, probably still could if
I had a row of tomatoes around. J If the metal salt shaker from the back of the
stove was missing and if I was missing too they knew to look between the rows
of tomatoes and they would find me every time. When I got older Papaw showed me how to drive
a tractor and he even had an extra tractor and we would have races on the
tractors down to the barn or down the lane.
After school on Friday’s I would catch the bus that took me
to their house and would stay all weekend when possible and just ride the bus
to school on Monday mornings. In 1974
Papaw had a severe heart attack and was at the VA Hospital in Marion, Illinois
for quite some time. Papaw had always
been a smoker, but the doctor told him, “Mr. Fraley if you don’t stop smoking I
might as well sign the death certificate now”.
Uncle Guy who also smoked, told him, “Daddy you quit and I will
too”. They both quit that day and neither
ever touched a cigarette after that.
Papaw and Mamaw celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary in
1988 at Atkinson Park in Henderson, the following pictures show them from that
special day. All their living children
were there and if I remember correctly all of their fifteen grandchildren were
there as well. The picture of Mamaw with
her head against Papaw was when he gave her a wedding ring, she had never had
one until that day.
This next picture was taken at Uncle Guy’s house in
Henderson I think in 1990 and shows Papaw and Mamaw with their five living
children. From left to right, standing:
Barbara, Guy and Erma Jean, setting: Amy, Mamaw, Papaw and Iva.
Here are some pictures of their beautiful house on the hill
just outside of Hebbardsville, which I have taken over the years, along with
the lane leading to the house, the barn, the tulip popular tree and snowball
bush and the dogwoods around the house and along the fence rows. Everyone who ever stopped there, could feel
the love coming from that wonderful house and those fantastic people, my
grandparents.
While my husband and I and our girls were in Arizona on
vacation, visiting my husband’s family, I got the call I was hoping I wouldn’t
get for quite a few more years. My Mom
had been visiting her parents and called and said that Papaw had been diagnosed
with pancreatic cancer and the doctors were only giving him a few weeks at
most. We left Arizona that next morning
and drove back up to our home in Utah.
The next day I washed all my clothes and caught a flight back to
Kentucky. Papaw wanted to stay home and
not waste money on a hospital, so hospice was set up to come and take care of
him. After I got there and with my
medical background, the hospice nurse showed me what was needed to keep him
comfortable. I administered shots of
morphine when needed, listened to his heart and lungs, took his blood pressure
and temperature and kept the nurse informed of any changes. She only came out if we really needed her
too. Those last couple of weeks were
some of the hardest I have ever had to endure up to that point. My Mamaw and all her children were there
constantly, those that had to work would come out every evening and stay till
10 or so, before going back to their own homes.
I would sleep during the day a little and at night after my Mom and
Mamaw went to bed, I would set by the bed of my Papaw and just hold his
hand. He didn’t want to be left alone
especially after dark.
Papaw’s neighbors were fantastic, they made sure we didn’t
need to worry about food, mowing or anything like that. They made sure we didn’t go without and
someone was always checking on all us and making sure we had all that we
needed. That morning before he passed
away all of a sudden nothing but mud was coming out of the faucets in the
house. They had a well that they had dug
years before and had always had clear cool water. The coal mines over across the freeway had
been blasting quite a bit and apparently they had hit the underground stream while
doing that and it cut off the well water.
Within just a few hours my Uncle Guy and my other uncles and cousins as
well as the neighbors were able to find where the county water line was, run to
Evansville pick up equipment and pipe, dig the trenches from the main road down
their lane to the house and get county water.
In the meantime the neighbors on the other hill got garden hoses and
hooked them to their outside faucets and ran garden hoses from their house down
the gully and up the hill to Papaw and Mamaw’s house so we could have water
until we could get the county water running, not sure how many hoses it took
but there were a lot.
We knew Papaw was just hours, if not minutes away from
leaving all of us when this happened.
When the water quit, we were able to get Mamaw to leave Papaw’s room for
a little bit and go outside so she could see what the men were all doing. My sister Kim and my Aunt Amy stayed inside,
both setting on either side of Papaw’s bed holding his hands. Just as I was walking past the bedroom window
outside, my sister, Kim, knocked on the window and motioned for me to come back
in. I went back in and Kim and Aunt Amy
were both crying. They said, “Check him
I think he is gone”. I knew when I
walked into the room that my hero was gone, but I took the stethoscope and
listen just to be sure. I believe he
couldn’t let go until his sweetheart of 56 years left the room, she had only
been out of the room, maybe fifteen minutes at the most.
Ermon Edward Fraley, aged almost 80, died August 4, 1994 at
his home in Hebbardsville, Kentucky. We
called hospice to let them know and then the funeral home people came out to
get him. Uncle Guy ask me to set with
him to help give all the vital information for the death certificate that the
funeral home needed. The funeral home
man ask who the pallbearers would be and there was Curtis, Robert, Eddie &
David Fritts and Guy Brooks, all Papaw’s grandsons except for my two brothers,
Tony and Barry Beard who were not able to be there and that would have made
enough pallbearers. So they were trying
to figure out who could be the sixth pallbearer when I ask, if it would be okay
for a girl, meaning me, to be a pallbearer.
The funeral home man said he had never seen a girl be a pallbearer
before, but he didn’t see why I couldn’t be, so I became the sixth pallbearer
for my Papaw. I figured he had carried
me all over the place as a child and it was the least that I could do in
helping to carry him to his final resting place. My cousin Curtis and I are the two oldest grandchildren
and Curtis was born on Papaw’s birthday as well, we were in the middle on
either side and the other boys were in the front and back of us. Four days later on August 8, 1994 Papaw was
laid to rest at Deer Creek Baptist Cemetery in Sheridan, Crittenden County, Kentucky
beside the graves of his two young children, Connie Rose and Edward Jewell. He had a military honor guard and taps were
played as he was placed in the ground.
What we didn’t know is that one of the honor guard had gone out into the
woods and when he starting playing taps, almost like an echo of the one by the
grave, it gave us all chills.
A man that will be missed always, he left 5 living children,
15 grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren at the time of his death. His sweetheart our special angel passed away
on December 5, 2006 and was buried beside him and their two children. I was just at the cemetery this past month and
my cousin, Phyllis, took this picture of me by their grave. The next picture is of Papaw’s 15 grandchildren,
which was taken when Mamaw passed away in 2006.
What a story! I know you loved your Papaw and were so good to him at the end of his life. Was this Mary Belt the daughter of Lewis and Mary Belt Walker or did she marry into the Belt family. By some of the names I've heard over the years, I'm hoping this is part of my side of the family also. I know I've heard about the Pandemic many times from my grandmother and greatgrandmother, Mary Kinnin.
ReplyDeleteYou do such a wonderful job with your family
ReplyDeleteAh,what a wonderful tribute to your family. This is probably the very best, yet saddest ones I have read. What wonderful and precious pictures and memories of dear ones that you have cherished and have kept their memories alive. I feel so honored to read these wonderful stories. Love you my dear friend. Thanks for letting me share these lives.
ReplyDeleteVicky I have never read this and it was absolutely the most wonderful things I've ever read. Me & mom just read it together ( actusallh I read iy to her) it's had brought back such emotional memories . Thank you Vicky. Thank you so much. I love you. I miss mamaw and papaw so much my heart aches. We could tell you diffently wrote it from your heart. Mom said she loves you. Hugs and kisses and bunches of love. ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Debbie, we all loved our Papaw and Mamaw and we all miss them so much. I love you guys tons and hopefully if this crazy virus things goes away we will see all of you in October. Stay safe and healthy, love y'all.
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