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She said her folks would come after her and we could ride home with them. One evening just before time for school to dismiss there came a bad storm. Jim Hoyt, her father was one of the nicest men I knew. We went that way sometimes in the winter and stopped to get warm. I had such a lovely teacher, her name was Ella Hoyt. I have been thinking of the first years of my school life, which seem to be the happiest days of my life. My grandfather Long lived about ¼ mile from us, I used to go fishing with him sometimes too. Sometimes we would catch 2 or 3 at a time on one line. I remember one time went ot the mouth of Brush Creek, we rode the horses that time, and got home about sun down. We were so happy when we could go, we would run all the way, it was about 1 ½ miles to the creek.
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He loved to fish, we often went to Brush creek fishing. Fred and I done the work at home.įred, my brother was a good fisherman. He finally bought a team of colts and 2 cows and some chickens. Soon after we moved he began to get work around the neighborhood. Father was glad to work when he could find any work. Father owed $250 on the farm, he offered to give first mortgage on the farm, but could not get the money. Times were pretty hard those days, you could not get any work and you could not borrow any money. We spent many happy days in the little green house on the hill as we called it. It was on this farm that my two sisters, Ethel and Golda were born. I was 3 years old when we moved there, my brother Fred was 16 months older than me. The house is gone now, from there we moved to the 40 acre farm my father bought for about $8 per acre. I was born on Augin Jackson County, Iowa, in a log house, about 3 ½ miles southeast of Andrew and about ½ mile south of the Kimball farm. MY LIFE’S STORY, BY BYRON KEENEY ( 1882-1977) I PUT IT IN TYPED FROM FOR OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS TO ENJOY TOO. KassieĬlick here for Byron Andrew Keeney’s persona page.ġ970 I ASK GRANDPA TO WRITE ABOUT EVENTS FROM HIS CHILDHOOD, ABOUT HIS COURTSHIP WITH GRANDMA AND OTHER MEMORABLE OCCASIONS. I really enjoyed it and am so happy my Aunt Mellie asked him to do this. But reading his story made me feel like I did and gave me a sense of who he was. As Grandpa Byron passed before I was born, I never met him. One of the items in this box was my 2nd Great Grandfather, Byron Andrew Keeney’s, life story. Lots of the items were pertaining to my Grandfather’s family and came from my Great Aunt Carmella. Awhile ago, my Grandmother gave me a box genealogy things and photos.