The honorable Rosemary and the honorable Royal entered into honorable matrimony and honorably conceived a tiny Tinnin, for which cause Rosemary was honorably discharged from the airforce, where she and Royal had honorably served together.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Honorably
The honorable Rosemary and the honorable Royal entered into honorable matrimony and honorably conceived a tiny Tinnin, for which cause Rosemary was honorably discharged from the airforce, where she and Royal had honorably served together.
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE by A.T. Bowling
This article was written by Grandma Rosemary's Grandpa, Attison Bowling, of a roadtrip he took at the age of 63, just 10 years before he died. Rosemary (Bowling) Tinnin was born a month before her Grandpa took this trip.
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE
A.T. Bowling Writes Interestingly of Automobile Trip to California
We take pleasure in printing the following letter received yesterday from Mr. A.T. Bowling who with his family have just reached California after an interesting and uneventful auto trip.
Thermal, Calif
June 27th, 1924
Dear Friends:
Having been requested by many friends in old Garrard Country to write them an account of our trip, I will write one letter to all, with the kind assistance of the Central Record.
We left home June 10th, found the roads good in Central Kentucky, but awful bad in the Salt River section. Entered Louisville in a heavy rain storm; crossed to New Albany and detoured ten miles. Camped in a beautiful grove near Greenville, Ind.
June 11th, Drove thru a fine county in a heavy fog. Passed thru Bedford, the "Stone City;" struck the old national trail near Brazil, Ind., and turned due west. This old trail is called the "Broadway of America," from Brazil to St. Louis, a distance of 150 miles is one solid block of concrete. Camped at Veva Park, III.
June 12th: Drove thru Illinois; passed thru the great City of St. Louis, where we sought the Auto-club for instructions. Detoured ten miles; camped at Altamont Park, Mo.
June 13th: Found the road very bad. At one place the State Road Commission kept a man and team to pull tourists thru a deep creek. We ferried the Gasconade river at Mt. Sterling, Mo. It was a very large river and very full. That night we camped at Smithton, Mo.
June 14th: Drove thru the corn (CORN) belt of Kansas. The young corn looked fine. The roads were mostly dirt pikes, but were for the greater part fairly good. That night we camped at Osage, Kans.
June 15th: Drove thru the wheat belt of Kansas. The wheat fields were certainly a great show. They were just beginning to take on a gold tinge. We had to do some detouring. We camped that night at Great Bend, Kans. This was a fine camping place, under a grove of Cottonwood trees. Many tourists were camping there.
June 16th: We passed thru the Prairie district of Kansas. Saw Jack rabbits, borroughs and one Indian. We were glad to get out Old Kansas. From Kansas City to the Colorado line is 516 miles. That day we had a little tire trouble. Camped at Holly, Colo.
June 17th: Drove thru the Sugar belt section of Colorado. The young beets looked nice and thrifty. Our road passed over many irrigating ditches. It was quite a show for us to see them turning the water on their fields. We passed over the Prairies of Western Colorado, where we saw only cactus, sage brush and prairie dogs. We drove all afternoon with the Rockies in sight, with their snow-capped summits glittering in the sunshine; with the hot prairie winds blowing in our faces. Late in the afternoon we crossed over the mountain, 8,300 feet high , and camped at Raton Pass, N.M.
June 18th: We drove most of the way thru the Rockies and saw many wonderful sights. We passed thru Cimerall Canyon and to the summit of the mountains, 8,800 feet high, where we came to Eagles-Nest Lake, a beautiful clear lake. The road ran along the side of the lake. We measured its length by our speedometer, 3 1/2 miles and I suppose about a mile wide at its widest place. The snow laid on the peaks nearby; the winds seemed to be blowing from every direction, first a cold and then a hot gush would strike you in the face. We passed down a rugged canyon and came to the bank of the Rio Grande river. We passed thru many Indian towns and Mexican villages, built of adobe (sun-dried bricks). We saw many Indians. We camped at Santa Fe just at dark.
June 19th: Left Santa Fe late in the morning and drover over several broad plains, each divided by a narrow range of rugged hills, where the road turned to every point of the compass. Then down the broad Rio Grande we passed the village of Isleta, which is the largest Indian town in the United States. Our roads today were fairly good. Camping at Magdelens, N.M.
June 20th: (SOME OF THIS HAS BEEN DESTROYED)... table lands with the mountains in sight on either side. We saw many herds of sheep, also a wild deer. Passed thru a national pine forest. This timber looked good after traveling so many miles over treeless plains. Water is scarce in this section, but in this forest was a large clear lake with many ducks swimming gin it; this was the wildest looking place I ever saw. We then crossed the Continental Divide, which is 8,300 feet above the sea level. The road was fairly good. We camped early in the afternoon at St. Johns, Arizona.
June 21st: We saw the greatest sight today of the whole trip. We passed thru the celebrated petrified forest. It belongs to the government, and I suppose covers several hundred acres. We walked out some 300 years thru the grounds. The ground was covered with the fragments. I found a few low stumps which had been broken off just above the ground. There were blocks of most any length and logs up to 40 feet long all round and perfectly natural. The whole vicinity presented a strange and weird appearance with its sandstone domes; some white as snow. All of these blocks and logs were of the very heaviest kind of stone. We camped this night where many tourists were camping, in the City Park, at Flagstaff, Ariz.
June 22nd: Drove over a prairie, broken occasionally by rugged low lying hills; pass an oil field, also a small gold mine. Stopped early in the afternoon for supper at Kingman, Ariz. As we had decided to cross the desert at night, we now crossed a range of high rugged mountains where we saw a large gold mine, with its mining town. We now crossed the Colorado river into California, and at midnight, camped by the roadside until morning.
June 23rd: We started out early and drove over the sandy road as best we could. About 4:30 P.M. we pulled into the little city of Victorville and the great Mojave desert, with its 270 miles of waste and sand plains, lay behind us. We now entered the beautiful Cajon Pass, on a fine asphalt road; camped at the most beautiful camp of the whole journey.
June 24th: Drove thru San Bernadino, the gateway to Southern California. Here a cool breeze from the Pacific was gently ruffling the treetops; orange groves laden with golden fruit, gardens , vineyards and beautiful homes were everywhere. This looked to us like a paradise after traveling a thousand miles over parched, worthless lands. We reached Los Angeles at noon.
We all enjoyed the trip immensely; had no trouble, only one tack puncture and one rim pinched tube. Our speedometer registered 2,761 miles.
A.T. Bowling
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE
A.T. Bowling Writes Interestingly of Automobile Trip to California
We take pleasure in printing the following letter received yesterday from Mr. A.T. Bowling who with his family have just reached California after an interesting and uneventful auto trip.
Thermal, Calif
June 27th, 1924
Dear Friends:
Having been requested by many friends in old Garrard Country to write them an account of our trip, I will write one letter to all, with the kind assistance of the Central Record.
We left home June 10th, found the roads good in Central Kentucky, but awful bad in the Salt River section. Entered Louisville in a heavy rain storm; crossed to New Albany and detoured ten miles. Camped in a beautiful grove near Greenville, Ind.
June 11th, Drove thru a fine county in a heavy fog. Passed thru Bedford, the "Stone City;" struck the old national trail near Brazil, Ind., and turned due west. This old trail is called the "Broadway of America," from Brazil to St. Louis, a distance of 150 miles is one solid block of concrete. Camped at Veva Park, III.
June 12th: Drove thru Illinois; passed thru the great City of St. Louis, where we sought the Auto-club for instructions. Detoured ten miles; camped at Altamont Park, Mo.
June 13th: Found the road very bad. At one place the State Road Commission kept a man and team to pull tourists thru a deep creek. We ferried the Gasconade river at Mt. Sterling, Mo. It was a very large river and very full. That night we camped at Smithton, Mo.
June 14th: Drove thru the corn (CORN) belt of Kansas. The young corn looked fine. The roads were mostly dirt pikes, but were for the greater part fairly good. That night we camped at Osage, Kans.
June 15th: Drove thru the wheat belt of Kansas. The wheat fields were certainly a great show. They were just beginning to take on a gold tinge. We had to do some detouring. We camped that night at Great Bend, Kans. This was a fine camping place, under a grove of Cottonwood trees. Many tourists were camping there.
June 16th: We passed thru the Prairie district of Kansas. Saw Jack rabbits, borroughs and one Indian. We were glad to get out Old Kansas. From Kansas City to the Colorado line is 516 miles. That day we had a little tire trouble. Camped at Holly, Colo.
June 17th: Drove thru the Sugar belt section of Colorado. The young beets looked nice and thrifty. Our road passed over many irrigating ditches. It was quite a show for us to see them turning the water on their fields. We passed over the Prairies of Western Colorado, where we saw only cactus, sage brush and prairie dogs. We drove all afternoon with the Rockies in sight, with their snow-capped summits glittering in the sunshine; with the hot prairie winds blowing in our faces. Late in the afternoon we crossed over the mountain, 8,300 feet high , and camped at Raton Pass, N.M.
June 18th: We drove most of the way thru the Rockies and saw many wonderful sights. We passed thru Cimerall Canyon and to the summit of the mountains, 8,800 feet high, where we came to Eagles-Nest Lake, a beautiful clear lake. The road ran along the side of the lake. We measured its length by our speedometer, 3 1/2 miles and I suppose about a mile wide at its widest place. The snow laid on the peaks nearby; the winds seemed to be blowing from every direction, first a cold and then a hot gush would strike you in the face. We passed down a rugged canyon and came to the bank of the Rio Grande river. We passed thru many Indian towns and Mexican villages, built of adobe (sun-dried bricks). We saw many Indians. We camped at Santa Fe just at dark.
June 19th: Left Santa Fe late in the morning and drover over several broad plains, each divided by a narrow range of rugged hills, where the road turned to every point of the compass. Then down the broad Rio Grande we passed the village of Isleta, which is the largest Indian town in the United States. Our roads today were fairly good. Camping at Magdelens, N.M.
June 20th: (SOME OF THIS HAS BEEN DESTROYED)... table lands with the mountains in sight on either side. We saw many herds of sheep, also a wild deer. Passed thru a national pine forest. This timber looked good after traveling so many miles over treeless plains. Water is scarce in this section, but in this forest was a large clear lake with many ducks swimming gin it; this was the wildest looking place I ever saw. We then crossed the Continental Divide, which is 8,300 feet above the sea level. The road was fairly good. We camped early in the afternoon at St. Johns, Arizona.
June 21st: We saw the greatest sight today of the whole trip. We passed thru the celebrated petrified forest. It belongs to the government, and I suppose covers several hundred acres. We walked out some 300 years thru the grounds. The ground was covered with the fragments. I found a few low stumps which had been broken off just above the ground. There were blocks of most any length and logs up to 40 feet long all round and perfectly natural. The whole vicinity presented a strange and weird appearance with its sandstone domes; some white as snow. All of these blocks and logs were of the very heaviest kind of stone. We camped this night where many tourists were camping, in the City Park, at Flagstaff, Ariz.
June 22nd: Drove over a prairie, broken occasionally by rugged low lying hills; pass an oil field, also a small gold mine. Stopped early in the afternoon for supper at Kingman, Ariz. As we had decided to cross the desert at night, we now crossed a range of high rugged mountains where we saw a large gold mine, with its mining town. We now crossed the Colorado river into California, and at midnight, camped by the roadside until morning.
June 23rd: We started out early and drove over the sandy road as best we could. About 4:30 P.M. we pulled into the little city of Victorville and the great Mojave desert, with its 270 miles of waste and sand plains, lay behind us. We now entered the beautiful Cajon Pass, on a fine asphalt road; camped at the most beautiful camp of the whole journey.
June 24th: Drove thru San Bernadino, the gateway to Southern California. Here a cool breeze from the Pacific was gently ruffling the treetops; orange groves laden with golden fruit, gardens , vineyards and beautiful homes were everywhere. This looked to us like a paradise after traveling a thousand miles over parched, worthless lands. We reached Los Angeles at noon.
We all enjoyed the trip immensely; had no trouble, only one tack puncture and one rim pinched tube. Our speedometer registered 2,761 miles.
A.T. Bowling
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Bathing Poem
BATHING
by Posey Bowling Tinnin
(remembering Grandma Josephine Angel Bowling)
“Too much bathing weakens you”, is what my Grandma said.
Like the kids, I had a problem getting that into my head.
But thinking of my childhood – the way things were done back then,
I began to understand, there was no regular bathing room or cozy den
No nice hot water heater, no pipes beneath the floor.
It was carry in the hods of coal, to make the cook stove roar.
Bring in the big old copper boiler, and lift it on the stove,
Heat half the water, you’ve pumped and carried in,
You want to smell sweet as a rose.
Next comes the galvanized tub,
Roll it right in the kitchen door,
Make sure it’s rinsed out and
Set it on the floor.
Now for a bar of the mildest soap
(with some melted down to wash the hair)
Tell everyone to stay right out!
The doors locked with propped-up chairs.
Make sure the shades are all pulled down and
Clean clothes are lying near
Got the hair-rinsing water in the pitcher?
You’re ready – in you go, my dear.
You’re clean and dressed!!
You think you’re through?
It all has to be reversed.
Out goes the water, pail by pail
(of all jobs, this is the worst)
See all that water that you’ve slopped?
Now’s a good time to get this floor mopped.
Roll up the shades, unlock the doors
Let family in. Then, tell me, dear, as you start to reel,
Tell me now, how do you feel?
by Posey Bowling Tinnin
(remembering Grandma Josephine Angel Bowling)
“Too much bathing weakens you”, is what my Grandma said.
Like the kids, I had a problem getting that into my head.
But thinking of my childhood – the way things were done back then,
I began to understand, there was no regular bathing room or cozy den
No nice hot water heater, no pipes beneath the floor.
It was carry in the hods of coal, to make the cook stove roar.
Bring in the big old copper boiler, and lift it on the stove,
Heat half the water, you’ve pumped and carried in,
You want to smell sweet as a rose.
Next comes the galvanized tub,
Roll it right in the kitchen door,
Make sure it’s rinsed out and
Set it on the floor.
Now for a bar of the mildest soap
(with some melted down to wash the hair)
Tell everyone to stay right out!
The doors locked with propped-up chairs.
Make sure the shades are all pulled down and
Clean clothes are lying near
Got the hair-rinsing water in the pitcher?
You’re ready – in you go, my dear.
You’re clean and dressed!!
You think you’re through?
It all has to be reversed.
Out goes the water, pail by pail
(of all jobs, this is the worst)
See all that water that you’ve slopped?
Now’s a good time to get this floor mopped.
Roll up the shades, unlock the doors
Let family in. Then, tell me, dear, as you start to reel,
Tell me now, how do you feel?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Grandma's Side of the Story
Jesse Bowling (born on 6-1-1758 in Virginia) married Mary Pennington (born 11-9-1765 in Virginia) on 1-6-1785. Their son Elijah Bowling was born on 1-22-1798.
Jesse Bowling served under General George Washington at Valley Forge, and the campaign against Yorktown Virginia. he was also at its surrender in which engagement he received a wound in the right breast, which became an ulcer, lasting as long as he lived.
Jesse died in Perry Co. KY on 8-15-1841. Mary died, also in Perry Co. KY, on 3-21-1842. A tracing of the "Bowling" ancestry goes back to Berlin Germany (from DAR pamphlet).
Collins' History of KY has a list of Revolutionary soldiers who settled in KY. The 1913 Year Book of the KY Sons of the Revolution contains a list of the Revolutionary soldiers and sailors of Virginia to whom the State granted Lord Bounty Warrants for their service. Additional information concerning Lord Grants is found in "Old Kentucky Entries & Deeds".
Elijah Bowling married Susan Roberts (born on 1-1-1802 in Breathitt Co. KY) on 11-5-1822. Their son, Elihu Bowling was born on 3-23-1835 in Breathitt Co. KY. Susan Roberts was a part of the George Washington Roberts family from Laurel County??? The name "Roberts" is also connected with Daniel Boone, who explored parts of Kentucky. The name "Boone" was attached to this family in Clay Co. Also, "Roberts" came from the Hibbitts line - English immigrant. Elijah Bowling died on 10-20-1881 in Greenmount, KY. His wife, Susan Roberts Bowling died on 9-18-1846 in Laurel Co., KY.
The paperwork is incorrect in reference to Elihu Bowling, listing his wife as being also the mother of his daughter-in-law.... : ) Grandma says that we don't actually have the name of his wife.
Elihu Bowling died in Elvira KY on 6-17-1908. His son's name was Attison Bowling. Attison Bowling (born on 12-6-1860 in Breahitt Co, KY) married Josephine Angel (born on 10-20-1866 in Laurel Co, KY) on 9-17-1882.
Josephine Angel was the daughter of Armina Bowman Angel (born 5-6-1835, died 3-28-1924). I have no references to her father's name or information.
The Angel family settled on 1,000 acres of timbered bottom land. Armina's father won $1,000 in a game of craps and invested all of it at $1 per acre. Grandma Josephine Angel said he (her grandpa) never gambled again.
Attison and Josephine Angel Bowling had 14 children:
Bertha B born July 26, 1883, died 12-26-1943 - married Jo Harry Sternberg
Beatrice born August 10, 1885 - died 11-27-1909 (at 24 years old)
Alpha J born July 15, 1887, died 9-13-1977 - married Dr. Whitis
James E born September 27, 1889, died 1-25-1969 - married Modesta Chapman
Minnie born January 3, 1892, died 11-23-1944 - married Berry Little!?!?! or Lettle??
Carl R born October 12, 1893, died 5-1-1962 - married Martha Rhodus
Otto T born December 25, 1895, died 6-24-78 - married Sallie Auderson or Anderson
Emory L born October 22, 1897, died 12-28-1970 - married Annabel (Sue Begley)
Grace born March 27, 1900 - died 10-30-1901 (at 19 months, and 3 days)
Woodson E born June 14, 1902, died in 2007- married Eunice Shegard
Blanche H born October 19, 1905, died 3-28-1989 - married Frank Marts
Maurice A (twin) born May 2, 1908, died 3-14-1985 - married Gwendolyn McLarty
Doris J (twin)born May 2, 1908, died in 2007 - married Clarence Clement
Maude B born October 3, 1911, died 12-12-1977 - married Harold Stiffler (Robert Kirkpatrick - second husband?)
Josephine Angel Bowling died December 10, 1946, and Attison Bowling died in September of 1934.
James E Bowling and Modesta Chapman Bowling gave birth to Rosemary Bowling Tinnin on May 11th, 1924.
Happy Birthday, Grandma Rosemary!!!! We love you! xoxoxo
Sunday, March 15, 2009
In Love....
There are random details in every relationship... the uniqueness of love....
Grandma reads the Bible aloud to Grandpa, on road trips, before they go to sleep,.... They've read the whole Bible together dozens of times.
My mom once told me that they sleep so close together that one of them will wake up the other and ask if they can turn over. And they'll both turn over at the same time. Is that true, Grandma?
Grandma reads the Bible aloud to Grandpa, on road trips, before they go to sleep,.... They've read the whole Bible together dozens of times.
My mom once told me that they sleep so close together that one of them will wake up the other and ask if they can turn over. And they'll both turn over at the same time. Is that true, Grandma?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Chief Quanah Parker
Nakoni was a Comanche Chief
Nakoni married stolen Cynthia Ann Parker,
Quannah was their child
Quannah married Fanny Walker
Tennie was their child
Tennie Walker married Birch Johnson
Emmy was their child
Emmy Johnson married Abram Tinnin
Ollie was their child
Ollie Tinnin married Maggie Smith
Royal Tinnin was their child
Royal Tinnin married Rosemary Bowling
You know the story from there.
I think that I've been mezmerized over the years by our family's connection to the Native Americans, and I've boasted widely of my famous Indian chief grandpa. But looking up more information about Quanah Parker on the www, it seems that he had quite a few wives and that like a third of TX could claim him in their lineage. : ) OK, so that may be an exaggeration. Nonetheless, each of us decended from this captive girl and her Indian prince/warrior.....
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Royal Vonnie Tinnin...
Maggie Ellen Smith (born August 31, 1900) married Ollie Burch Tinnin on May 30, 1919. They had two children:
- Royal "Roy" Vonnie Tinnin, born May 7, 1921
- Esther Oleta (better known as Aunt Buzzy), born....??
Esther Oleta married Farrell Abbott, and they had 5 children:
- Tehlter Walker ("Ted")
- Patricia Ellen
- Mickey Job
- Freda
- Randy
Ollie left Maggie for another woman when Roy (Grandpa) was 4 years old. He heard that his dad played the guitar for dances. Roy was raised by his mom and grandpa.
Roy's mom was a strong-willed and strong-spoken woman. I asked if there was anything specific that she said or did a lot. Grandma (Rosemary) said there were two phrases that "Granny" always used: "Get up in the morning and do what's right with all your might," and, "Be sweet until we meet."
Aunt Oleta played the part of look-out one time while Grandpa stole a candy bar from his Grandpa’s candy store. His grandpa saw and told his mom. She came out with a cedar branch in her hand and whipped Oleta a couple of times with that. Then she got a trace strap… Grandpa thought she was going to beat him to death. Grandma looked over her glasses at me when Grandpa finished the story, "He never did that again."
Maggie Ellen Smith was the daughter of:
Emma Annie Mickey (June 19, 1866- November 5, 1910)
and Charlie Walker Smith (June 6 1855-July 10, 1937).
Charlie Walker Smith built a service station. He also later built a house for Maggie Ellen and her two children. Grandpa said, "He was the only father I ever knew." One time he heard Roy say that he was going to leave home and run away. He pulled him over and "walloped" him. Had a big house and came home one day with a brand new car, a “Chalmer”. As he was coming up to the gate, they said he was leaning back, pulling on the steering wheel, yelling “whoa, whoa, whoa”. He went right thru the gate. He had only learned to drive that day. Later, with another car, he parked it in the barn, and it didn’t stop, and he went right thru the back of the barn into the lotus thicket behind the barn.
Maggie Ellen had 9 sisters and 3 brothers:
- Sarah Elizabeth Smith, March 23, 1883
- Everitt Burley Smith, January 22, 1885
- Edith Esther Smith, January 12, 1888
- Laura Annie Smith, Nov 20, 1889
- Carl Watson Smith, Dec 9, 1892
- Rena Mae Smith, Sept 10, 1894
- Elva Viola Smith, Dec 7, 1896
- Iva Irene Smith, sept 21, 1898
- Maggie Ellen Smith (Tinnin), Aug 31, 1900
- Glenna Ione Smith, Mar 10, 1902
- Gertrude Alice Smith, Jan 26, 1905
- Alma Naomi Smith, May 30, 1907
- Arthur Milton ("Mitt") Smith, Apr 8, 1909
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