(2028.) NEWBY BOGUE (761.) (197.) (28.) (3.) (1.):
b. 14-10mo-1845, Iowa; d. 18-5mo-1925; m. (1st). MARY FRISLY; m. (2nd). ALICE AMELIA (---). COTTON, a widow.CH: (By first wife). (3910.) Milton; (3911.) James. (R139).
(2031.) BENJAMIN F. BOGUE (761.) (197.) (28.) (3.) (1.):
b. 1-3mo-1853; m. 1876 LYDIA MARGARET NICHOLSON.CH: (3924.) Oscar, (3925.) Herman; (3926.) Ollie; (3927.) Virgil; (3928.) Arthur; (3929.) Earle; (3930.) Pearle; (3931.) Nelllie; (3932.) Bertha; (3933.) Ray; (3934.) Ethel. (R139).
(2032.) EMILY BOGUE (761.) (197.) (28.) (3.) (1.):
b. 24-12mo-1855; m. 1879 HOLLINGSWORTH; lived Emporia, Lyon Co., Kansas.CH: (3935.) Dilwin; (3936.) Harry; (3937.) Earle. (R139).
Charity Scarborough
Dear Cousin,
I received a card from you a few days since and will try to answer it today. Please pardon me for not writing sooner as we have been very busy and I have not had much time to write. Yes, I think it will be pleasant to form an acquaintance and correspondence with you. Am glad you wrote. I had almost forgotten that I had such a cousin for you know we were never much acquainted while I lived in Iowa.
I remember of being at your home once but I believe I forgot which one of the girls was called Charity, the youngest or the next older.
My sister Asenath is in Missouri teaching school. We are expecting her home soon. I am glad you are acquainted with Joe for perhaps we will bet to hear from him once in a while now. He doesen't take time to write home near as often as we want him to. How is he getting along now. I believe the last letter we received from him was just after Christmas if I mistake not.
We have recently moved on our own place so are busy building and planting out trees and the like. It is a prairie farm and I think will make a very nice home when it is fixed up in living style and improved or cultivated I should say.
We are all well at present. Mother has been bothered some with rheumatism but is better now. I guess I have written enough for this time so will close by asking you to write when convenient to your cousin.
Emma Bogue
S/o Benjamin F. and Sarah Jane Briggs White of Perry, Mo.
Benjamin was first married to Alice Ward. Alice died on 1-7-1911 and
their daughter died in infancy.
Henry moved with his family to near Emporia, Kansas in 1896 and on to Holly
Colorado in 1907. In 1908 he and his siter Beda and Rosanna all graduated
from the eight grade together at Holly, Colo. in May 1908 and he graudated from
High school with Beda in 1912. He left Colo in the summer of 1913 and arrived
in Iowa Nov 12, 1913 at his siter Minnie's house. (Lois was 3 years old).
(Why he left was interesting): His national Guard Platton had taken part in
Decoration Day, with the Lamar platoon. They got off the train at Holly at
2:15 am with blanks in their riffles, they had been unable to use.
Reluctantly, Henry ordered them to "Ready! Aim! Fire!" What a noise 45 riffles
made at 2:15 am as they bounced blanks off a board fence. The vigilantes
arrived but the plattoon had scattered fast. They next day they were trying to
find out who did it and since Henry said fire, he left the next night on the
2:15 am train, afraid of what might happen to him.
He had farm jobs and in March he went to work for Enos Maxwell and in August
a professor from Penn College came to the farm and talked him in to attending
William Penn College and playing football, which he did. He grauduated in May
of 1981. He then went into the Army and served until the end of W.W. I. He
then taught in Indiana and Ill. In 1927 he started teaching and coaching at
George Washington High School in Indianapolis. He coached there for 31 years,
retiring in June 1958. During the drpession he had built his own home on 6.2
acres. He was also active in the First Friends Church at Indianapolis and was
a Sunday School greeter for 30 years. He was inducted into the Indiana
Football Hall of Fame in 1973. At age 65, he purchased a loom on whihc he has
created approximately 460 rugs on.
Henry moved with his family to near Emporia, Kansas in 1896 and on to Holly
Colorado in 1907. In 1908 he and his siter Beda and Rosanna all graduated
from the eight grade together at Holly, Colo. in May 1908 and he graudated from
High school with Beda in 1912. He left Colo in the summer of 1913 and arrived
in Iowa Nov 12, 1913 at his siter Minnie's house. (Lois was 3 years old).
(Why he left was interesting): His national Guard Platton had taken part in
Decoration Day, with the Lamar platoon. They got off the train at Holly at
2:15 am with blanks in their riffles, they had been unable to use.
Reluctantly, Henry ordered them to "Ready! Aim! Fire!" What a noise 45 riffles
made at 2:15 am as they bounced blanks off a board fence. The vigilantes
arrived but the plattoon had scattered fast. They next day they were trying to
find out who did it and since Henry said fire, he left the next night on the
2:15 am train, afraid of what might happen to him.
He had farm jobs and in March he went to work for Enos Maxwell and in August
a professor from Penn College came to the farm and talked him in to attending
William Penn College and playing football, which he did. He grauduated in May
of 1981. He then went into the Army and served until the end of W.W. I. He
then taught in Indiana and Ill. In 1927 he started teaching and coaching at
George Washington High School in Indianapolis. He coached there for 31 years,
retiring in June 1958. During the drpession he had built his own home on 6.2
acres. He was also active in the First Friends Church at Indianapolis and was
a Sunday School greeter for 30 years. He was inducted into the Indiana
Football Hall of Fame in 1973. At age 65, he purchased a loom on whihc he has
created approximately 460 rugs on.
Lee owen is a graduate of the Holly, Colo. High School. He is a printer,
editor and publisher of the weekly "Home Press" newspaper of Lynwood, Cal.Lee Owen Bogue's Family History
I, Lee Owen Bogue, was born March 28, 1901 at Bazar, Kansas on a country
farm where the famous Knute Rockneey died when the plane in which he was flying crashed.
When I was three years old my folks moved to a big farm near Cottonwood
Falls, Kansas. They had many cattle, hogs, chickens, ducks and turkeys. They also had a large apple orchard and my sister, Beda, would go out and pick apples and take them to the house. She and her sisters Rosie and Neva along with their mother would pell the apples and cut them up in clies to dry and Beda would take them up on the porch's rood and spread them out to dry. So we had apples to cook and eat most of the winter months. They also cut and dried sweet corn for cooking.
Dad and my brothers did the farming and raised cattle, hogs and horses.
They milked the cows and skimmed the milk and mother would churn the cream into butter and my father would take the butter, eggs, apples and other farm
products to town and trade them to the grocer for other groceries they needed. This farm was known as the old Spear place as a neighbor by the name of Spear owned it and we rented it.
In 1907 my father heard of a town, Holly, Colorado, just three miles west of the Kansas border, on the old Santa Fe Trail, along the Arkansas River. The town was growing because of having one of the first irrigation canals, called the Buffalo Ditch. This provided water for farming of sugar beets and alfalfa hay. The sugar beet farming was so productive that they were building the Holly sugar factory. This brough many families to the area for work and provided a market for food products.
My father took over a farm near Holly with a dairy in operation. This,
with the farming required a lot of work and my brother Henry and half brother, Walter Bogue and Fritz Valeen, were able to keep up with most of the work, miling the cows, planting the crops and mowing the alfalfa hay.
I was only six years old when we went to Holly. I started to school there and had to walk about one mile to town and took my lunch each day.
By the time I was in second grade everything in the area was growing fast. My sister Neva put a baking over in the house and started doing baking for the stores and restaurants. My brother Fritz started a restaurant in town that was only one block from the Santa Fe Railroad Station. The brakeman, engineer and some passengers would go over to his restaurant when the trains stopped there.
My dad drove a team of horses for his dairy delivery wagon and had the
milk in five and ten gallon cans with spouts. When he came up in front of a
home he would ring a bell and the people would come out with pitchers or
containers of some kind. Dad would draw off whatever amount of milk they
wanted in a meauring container and pout it into the customer's container.
When he would get home my sister Neva would load up her baking items and
take them to town to her customers.
The farm faced on the old Santa Fe Trail road and there were a lot of
travelers going wst for many reasons. Some had heard of the mining for gold,
copper, and coal out in the Colorado mountain area and were hoping to get jobs out there.
There was a lot of tuberculosis in the midwest states, like Illinois,
Missouri, Arkansas, and various other states. The doctor would tell them the
only thing they could do to help the sickness was to go out west to a higher
altitude. They would pack up their things in a big covered wagon and take
whatever horses they could drive and lead some behind the wagon.
When they would get the irriagted area where they could see green fields
and stacks of alfalfa hay they would stop at our place and ask it they could
buy some feed for their horses, water them and get some milk, etc., for their
meals. My mother was very kind hearted and would give some of them the items of food, as many of them were broke. The men would ask for a job and would camp in our cottonwood grove that covered an area approximately 80 x 200 feet, back of our house, water well and barn. There were several very sick people in the covered wagons and they were not able to travel further.
The new Holly Sugar Factory employed many people and the sugar beet farms
provided a lot of additional employment. Planing crops, cultivation,
irrigating, thinning the plants and then harvesting the beets when they were
grown.
Another attraction that brought people west was the opening up of thousands of acres of government land for homesteading. Anyone who was a qualified farmer could file on a 320 acre plot free of charge. The requirement were that they live on the land for three years and farm at least 40 acres of it. There were very few homesteaders for several years and those that were there could let the cattle and horses go out on the free range to graze on the buffalo grass.
While we were running the dairy in Holly there were several of the campers that had children, some my age. I was seven years old then. I would get out and play with them occsionally.
One time there was a covered wagon stopped for the usual reason and camped in our grove. They had three children, a girl my age and a couple younger boys. I soon got acquainted with the girl and we would go hiking across the road and irrigation ditch up on the hills where there were a lot of sheep grazing. The sheep were quite tame and we would be able to pet the lambs. We could also pick several types of wild flowers that grew on the hills.
My father had been out in the homestead country and filed on a 320 acre
claim 20 miles south of Holly. He was out at the well pumping water for cattle and horses when the camper with the family brought a team of horses to the water trough. They got to talking with my dad and found out about the new homestead area that had just opened up.
The camper's name was Garrett and his children's names were Viola Marie,
their daughter, and William and Francis, the two boys.
While they were staying there I became more and more acquainted with their daughter, Viola Marie. Mr. Garrett decided to file on a homestead 34 miles south of town. So they were around our place for a while during their
preparations for moving to the homestead.
They were 14 miles south of our homestead. It took my dad and sons several weeks to get the house and dairy barn built and a well drilled, 380 feet to water.
When we finally got moved out to the homestead it was a different life
entirely. Twenty miles to town, store, post office, etc.
My mother would plant a garden, and churn the cream skimmed from the milk into butter. Then we had plenty of butter milk and milk to drink and cook with. We had eggs from the chickens and fryers from the young chickens that were raised each year. We had homemade bread and plenty of meat, both pork and beef, from our cattle and hogs. They would be butchered in the fall and kept in the cellar underground to protect them spoilage. There was no electricity or gas for use in the home. We would have to drive 12 miles to Butte Creek to get firewood for the cold weather and to cook with in our majestic kitchen range. Things like soda, baking powder, sugar, salt and flavoring would have to be purchased in Holly when Dad would make a trip to town once or twice a month. Our only transportation was by horse and wagon and it took a full day to drive to town and another day to drive home with the load of supplies.
About the second year we were there one of the homesteaders built a store
building and started a grocery and post office. The post office was named
Webb, Colorado because there were several Webb families around there.
During the dry summe the bous would go to ttwon to work so they would have something with which to buy feed for the stock, clothes, etc. This left me, several years younger, at home with my mother, alone to take care of the horses and cattle, to milk the cows, etc. I would have to ride out on the prairie and round up the cattle and horses and sut them in the corral around the well and put the cows in teh barn to milk them. SOmetimes there would be a thunder strom in the afternoon and it would catch up with me when driving in the cattle. SOmetimes the lightning was very bad and I was really afraid of getting hit while ridig my pony.
One time there was one of the drizzly rains that lasted all day and mOn and Dad and I were up at my sister's place just a short distance from our house. We were in there listening to Mom read about six or eight of us in the kitchen when suddenly the lightening struck the gable on the house and set it afire. It struck the house exactly over where I was sitting and I saw the balls of electrical fire fall down off the roof onto a bench outside the window. It killed the chickens that were under the bench staying out of the rain.
We ran upstairs, where the fire was, with some buckets of water and got
there just in time and were able to put it out. It was the only thunderbolt
that day in the rain, very unusual.
Thunder storms would occasionally kill cattle out on the prairie and I have seen it hit fence posts, out in the area where I would be driving cattle, and it would knock the fence down.
Because of these thunder storms I was extremely afraid to get out in them. One night when Dad had gone to town and my mother and I were alone, there was a thunder storm that came up after we had all the chores done, and the lightning was very bad. We had an underground cave to keep food in and to get into when there was a severe storm in case the lightning would hit the house. Mom and I were down in the cave on a little cot and all of a sudden there was a big stream of water that broke throught the wall a started filling up the cave. It came in where there had bee a hole dug by a badger and had been filled up with soft soil after the animal had moved away. The cave was approximatley eight feet wide by twelve feet long and about eight feet deep. The water was pouring in so fast we had to pick up our bedding and go up into the house through the rain.
There was no dangerous lightning but water spoiled some of the things we
had stored in the cave. It was two or three days before we got things out.
Our house, when first built, was only fourteen by twenty, and practically
all one room. Later another fourteen by twenty additon was built on.
When we first went out there I had to ride a horse to school and
occasionally one was not available. Then I would have to walk the three and a half miles to the only school in the area. A couple of years later, a small school house was built just a half mile from where we lived. There were sixteen pupils in eight grades. That was where I got my eighth grade
certificate.
I was the only student in the eighth grade at the little school that year. It was hard to find teachers at that time and one year my sister Beda was taken out of hight school and came out to teach our school. We would hitch a horse to a little buggy and keep the horse at school all day. The school grounds were not fenced and cattle from the range would sometimes come into the school yard. One time, we boys were playing with osme of hte older calves and I climbed on theback of one and it bucked me off into a cactus plant. I was still trying to pull the thorns out of my behind when recess was over and the bell rang. When the others went in my sister asked them where I was and they told her what had happened. She had to have one of the boys drivee me home. It took my mother quite awhile to get all the thorns out. I decided not to ride calves any more.
After graduation from the eighth grade I had to go to Holly to get into
High School. My folks managed to get me in a little house where one of the
other students from the area and his sister who was working were living. I
manaaged to get a job in town occationally. Sometimes my folks would come in and get me on week ends, or I would ride out with the room mates to their
place, then I would have six miles more to walk home. Frequently I would ride one of my old saddle horses within eight miles of town, then I would get off with my clothes and food, etc., that I was taking with me and tie the bridle reins up to the saddle horn. I would then turn Old Dick whild he would stop and look back at me, like he was worried about me, but would turn around and go on towards home.
The next summer the peole in teh area decided to have a 4th of July
celebration and picnic over on Butte Creek several miles away. There was quite a large crowd. They had build a small platform for the program and ended up having a little square dance on it. I was dancing with my sister. Later we found out that the Garretts were there and their daughter Marie recognized me as the one hwo had been at Holly where they camped, and that we had gone up on the hill to play as with the sheep. However, we did not know they were there and did not make contact with them.
In 1916, when I was to go to Holly for my second year as a sophmore, the
folks rented a small house that was next door to the house where the
postmaster, Mr. Adkins, lived. He had three children, two girls and one boy.
The oldest girl was a year or so older then I, the second girl a year younger
than I and the boy was about three years younger. We were well acquainted with them from the years we had lived in Holly.
The Garretts were well acquainted with them as they had started a store
and post office int their home. The post office was named Plains, Colorado.
On one occasion, when Mr. Garrett was in town to get the mail and grocery
supplies, he asked Mr. Adkins if he might know of a room they could rent for
their dayghter to live in and go to hight school that year. Mr. Adkins told
him they had an extra room in their house thta he could have, so he rented it.
My folks had moved me and the necessary furniture into the little house and my mother had gone with supplies from the farm to be with me while I got
started to school again.
On the Sunday before the school started, I was over at the Adkins visiting with the family. We were sitting in the front room when a surrey drove up with a team of horses hitched to it. Mrs. Garrett had come with her daughter and her belongings to move her into the room.
The older girl said, "There is that country girl that is going to live
in our spare room." They had told me about renting the room to the girl to live in and when she said, "There is that country girl," as though the country children were not too smart, it shook me up because I was a country boy. That was the moment I decided to be as friendly as I could be to that little girl so she would not have the feeling of being made fun of.
While my mother was staying with me we had the little country girl, Marie, come over and visit us occationally. I told her if she had any problems that I would help her in any way that I could.
As time went on we attended Sunday School and church together at the
Methodist Church in Holly and any events that we could go to together.
One time later on there was an evangelist holding meetings at the church
and one night I went forward and committed my life to the Lord. I want to
quote here from a letter my mother wrote to my sister, Beda, after I had made
the committment.
"Well Beda, first of all I want to tell youj that Lee was throughly
converted last night. I got home before he did. When he came in he threw up
his hand and said, "Ma, I feel that I can face the world now." He said for me to write to Henry and tell him. For he knew Henry would be glad. Lee said he had felt it his duty to go up before but dreaded the secene. But he said he didn't care last nkght for he was happy. Marie talked to him awhile, then Roy Fricker urged him to go and he went with a will. Lucy was the first to go to Lee after he went forward. She told him she had prayed for this to come to pass.
I wish you would have not had to rush off; if you would have stayed you
could have been at the meeting last night. Also heard a fine sermon.
I hope Betty didn't take cold. Sorry you forgot the shawl. Write to Lee, Ma."
By 1917 my folks purchased a small house there intown and I had been able
to get occasional jobs in town at grocery stores, drugstore and various other
places. At one time I had the hob of going down to the depot with a push cart and getting the fruit and vegetables that had been shipped to the three grocery stores int own. I would have to get up real early, around four a.m., and go down to the depot and get the sacks of potatoes, etcs. and take them to the stores that I had front door keys to, take items in and arrange them in place in time for the stores to open.
One winter I got a job at the Houtz garazge and the Chandler auto agency to do book keeping for them. (I was taking a course in bookkeeping at school.) At night I was the only service man to go out to the curb and pump gas, if it was an emergency, and had to keep the furnace going so the car radiators would not freeze up.
The one and only fire truck was also kept at the garage and if there was a fire signal I had to get up (I slept over the office room) and drive the fire truck to the fire.
I worked in the office after school except occasionally when I had to stay after school and practice basketball.
One summer I worked for the Ford agency as general salesman and it was at
that time that the Fordson Tractors came out. In as much as I knew most all
the farmers, the manager had me make calls on possible tractor prospects.
Out in the homestead area there was no veterinarian to take care of the
horses, cattle, etc. It was necessary for the male colts and calves to be
castrated so they would be useable with the herds of cattle and horses. Each
year the neighbors would take the calves and colts to one of the neighbors in
the area that had the proper pens and corrals and they would all help with the roping and tying down the animal so they could be operated on. My father was the only one int he are who knew how to perform the operation. One time, as he was doing the job, one of the animals that they had tied down got one of his rear legs loose and kicked my father who was leaning over him and caught a couple of the fingers on his hand and bent them back and broke open the flesh that was in front of them. As they were working int he barnyard there was a lot of dirt and manure in the yard and he got it in the broken flesh area.
By the next morning his hand was swollen and he was very sick. One of the neighbors had to take him to town to the doctor. The doctor sent him straight to the hospital in LaJunta. The doctor said he had developed severe blood poisoning. My brother Walter went to the hospital with him and the next day he called me at the garage where I worked to tell me our father had passed away. My mother was alone out on the farm and I had to borrow a car from my boss and drive out and tell my mother that Pa had died. I took her back to town with me and the funeral was held the next day.
My father was a Quaker and was trusting the Lord all his life. One time,
when we were out in the barn milking the cows, there was one of those severe
thunder and lightening storms and I was really frightened. We could hear the
lightening striking quite near the barn and I sort of got my cows milked rather hurriedly and went to my dad and told him to hurry up that I wanted to get to the house where we had a room built on that was one half underground. He casualy continued to milk and told me that if I lived the right kind of life that I wouldn't be afraid if the lightning did kill me. Suddenly the
lightening hit the fence just outside the barn and jolted the cows so that the one he was milking fell against him and knocked him off his milk stool. He got on his feet and we went to the house.
After my father died we had to sell all the livestock and farm equipment
and my mother moved to town with me in our little house. I continued working
and was able to make enough to keep us in groceries. However, for several
years after we moved to town, my mother was able to do all her own housework
along with sewing, washing, ironing, etc., and several of the school teachers
would bring her laundry to do for them. Sometimes they would want her to do
baking for them. Later on, she rented a room to some out of town students.
During the time of World War I, in 1918 while I was going to high school,
the flu epidemic broke out and one of the two doctors in town was the second
person to die with the flu. This left all the doctors calls in the hands of
the hands of the other doctor, Dr. Colby.
The flu had spread so badly that there were many deaths, almost daily. Dr. Colby came up to the high school and told the superintendent that he had to have some help and that he wanted a young man to help him. The superintendent asked him who he wanted and Dr. Colby said he wanted Lee Bogue.
The superintendent called me in to his office and gave me some instructions for about three hours. He told me there was no known remedy for this flu, that they would have the patients take aspirin, stay in bed adn drink liquids.
During the daytime the doctor would send me out into the country within six or eight miles of town, since I knew the area and most of the people who lived there. He would have me take their temperature, their pulse and frequency of the respiration, give them some aspirin and tell them to stay in bed and drink liquids and eat normal foods.
I worked with the doctor for several weeks and at night he would have me
drive him out in the far country beyond where I could go during the daytime.
He would put on his heavy fur coat and get in the back seat and try to sleep
while I drove out to the home of the patient. When we got there, he would have me put on his fur coat and try to get a little sleep while he was in taking care of the patient.
This went on for several weeks and there were as many as a half dozen
corpses in rough boxes out at the cemetery. People were dying faster then we could get them buried. At one time the mortician and his father were both down with the flu and their son who was about my age was having to take care of the dead persons.
During the winter of 1919 there was a second flu epidemic. Mrs. Garrett
and children had come into town for the school months. A couple of girls from the countyr were staying with them also. They all came down with the flu. I did what I could to be of help to them. I had been one of the first ones to come down with it that year, but fortunately recovered quickly.
My mother was always a very hospitable person. At the time of Mr.
Garrett's death, in 1918, she met the family at the hotel in Holly and invited them to stay at her home while they were there for the funeral and burial. Mrs. Garrett accepted her invitation for herself, Marie and small son Francis. The older son, William, and Mr. Garrett's brother, Roy Garrett, stayed at the hotel. There were relatives coming from Kansas for the funeral and they met them at the depot and took them to the hotel with them. Two of Mrs. Garrett's sisters were there from Kansas and stayed at our house as well.
Eventually Mrs. Garrett sold the stock and equipment on the farm and moved to Holly. I clerked the sale for her.
During World War I some other Holly boys and I made a trip to Denver to
make application for military service. I preferred service in the Navy.
However, the was closed before we were called in.
While I was living with mother in 1919, I decided to make a trip to
California where some of our friends out in the country had moved and were
writing about the wonderful opportunities and climate by the beautiful Pacific Ocean. I cashed in enough of my war bonds to buy a ticket to Long Beach, California. When I, with another young man from Holly got off the train at the depot on Ocean Ave., we could look out over the ocean and see the breakers coming in on the beach and see out across the water and see Catalina Island and the San Pedro Harbor.
Soon after we arrived in Long Beach, we went to the residence of Webbs, the family we had known in the counry south of Holly. They put us up for short time until we got jobs and were able to rent a place for ourselves. We arrived May 13, 1919. The first job I got was at the ship yards in Long Beach. When I had been there a short time, the men went on strike and I was out of work. In the meantime I had gotten acquainted with the owner of a drugstore there in Long Beach. When I went in to see him he said he needed someone to work at the soda fountain and around the store. Fortunately I had had some experience in a drugstore at Holly for several months, so I made it ok.
While I was there the first fleet of Navy vessels to be in the Pacific
Ocean arrived and it was a national event, with people form everywhere coming
to the coast to see the ships.
Once I found a movie being made down on the Seal Beach Harbor. They had a piece of barn floating in the water. Douglas Fairbanks was there trying to act like a cowboy but couldn't handle a lasso rope. I made contact with him and taught him how to use the rope.
While still working at the drugstore, I had correspondence with my mother
and girlfriend and one day I received a letter from Marie saying that she
didn't want me to think that she was writing the letter just to get me to come home but that she didn't think my mother was letting me know how ill she really was, and that she, Marie, thought I should come home to take care of her. I had been in California for five months so I decided to go back to Holly. I told my boss and he said if I ever came back out there to come back and work for him.
That same day one of the costumoers that came to the fountain frequently
came in and I told him I was going back to Colorado. He asked me if I had a
ticket and said that he had a return ticket to Colorado Springs on the Santa Fe and he sold it to me for less than half what the fare would be for a regular train ticket.
I continued to go to school and was also working when my mother took down
with a severe illness. The doctor said he couldn't do anything to help her and that she would have to go to the hospital in LaJunta. The doctors there
performed an operation and found a badly spread cancer of the abdomen. He said she could not recover. All the relatives were informed and they came there. In two days my mother died at the hospital in LaJunta. While she was in the hospital, word was sent to her brothers. One came from Jerome, Arizona where he worked in the mines. My brothers Fritz, Walter, and Henry and sisters Neva and Beda were there. Mother passed away November 5, 1920 and was buried in the Holly Cemetery alongside my father. The family disposed of the property there in Holly and I continued to work at the garage where I was before.
While I was still working at the garage a letter came from our auto parts
supply house in Denver and they indicated they would like to have me contact
them for a possible job. As a result, I made a trip to Denver in an old
stripped down Maxwell. Complications prevented me from taking the job that was available, so I started home in some bad weather. It had been raining all the way to Colorado Springs and when I went on from there it got still worse. About ten miles east of Colorado Springs I started up over a little bridge and as soon as I got to the top a spindle on my left front wheel broke and I slid across the bridge, down where the water was getting rather bad. The wheel rolled off the side of the road through a fence and up on the railroad track and fell between the tracks.
I was desperate and went through the fence and got the wheel and went back to the car and decided to take the tires off, as they were practically new, and sell them or borrow some money on them so I could buy a ticket on to Holly from Colorado Springs. I stood out in the middle of the road and tried to flag down a car or truck, but none stopped.
Finally I decided I would keep in front of the next car that went by and
stop him. The traffic had almost entirely stopped and a Ford pickup with a cab on back came along and stopped. He asked me if I had any oil and said he was almost out. Fortunately, I had a couple of quarts and I told him my problem and he said he could take the tires in his cab and would take me back to Colorado Springs.
The water was getting so deep in the road that on a couple of occasions I
had to get out on the fender and hold my hand over the carburetor intake to
keep the water from going in it. We finally got back to Colorado Springs, and found a tire store that loaned me some money on them. The same man who took me there took me ont o the Santa Fe Depot and I went to the ticket counter and got a ticket. They told me I would have to hurry that the train was about to leave. As I went out the door, the train jsut pulled past and I missed it. I stayed in the depot overnight and word came to them that no more trains could go to the southeast from Colorado Springs toward LaJunta and Holly, and that the train I had hoped to get on had gone to LaJunta and was up on an elevated track to keep out the flood. About one A.M. the elevated track washed out and all 96 people aboard the train were drowned. Water was twelve feet deep in the depot.
The next day I finally got on a train that was on a northern route and
would go about sixty miles north of Holly. There had been reports of flooding all down the Arkansas river and I was not able to get any phone connections any place.
When I got to the nearest place north of Holly I got off and hoped to catch a ride south to Bristol where my sister Beda lived and get her to take me ont to Holly. I finally got to Bristol and my sister told me that Holly was all flooded out. The next day she got Ben, her husband, to try to take me to Holly and we finally made it. There was flooding close to downtown but I finally got to Marie's place and while the water subsided we made future plans. Before I went to Denver we had planned to set our wedding date for the week after I would get back. This delayed it for some time and when I finally went by train to Lamar, the county seat, to get my marriage license, it was another stormy day. When I got it and went back to Holly on the train I found out that shortly after I left Lamar for Holly the bridge across the river washed out a short time after we crossed it. This convinced me that the Lord was taking care of me.
The summer just passed. I had been working for the Overland automobile
agency in Holly and they had just taken the agency for a new design of tractor that was made by J. I. Case Plow Works Co., to compete with the Fordson that the only small tractor on the market.
The company I was working for decided to turn the demonstrations and
service over to me. I was quite successful in placing the new Wallace Tractor on the market. This was what I was doing at the time of our wedding, June 22, 1921.
We had a quiet wedding in Mrs. Garrett's home with her family and my two
sisters and their families present. Our Methodist minister conducted the
ceremonty which was followed by a dinner which, of course, included a wedding
cake.
After the harvest season was over, work became scarce and I decided it was time to get back to California where I thought a job was waiting for me.
Marie's mother and brothers had gone back to Kansas where their relatives were.
I took about a week off work and made a trip back to Kansas, via Santa Fe, and visited my brother Walter at Emporia and others of our relatives there and then went on down to Douglas area and visited Marie's relatives. This was our honeymoon trip.
When we got back to Holly we made our final decision to move to California. I bought an old stripped down Ford and made arrangements at one of the markets for Marie to get whatever groceries she needed, etc., until I could get a job in California and send her money to come out by train.
When Mrs. Garrett and her sons decided to go to Kansas she rented the
downstairs of her home to a very nice couple. Marie and I were still living in the upstairs part. When the people downstairs found out we were going to
California they wanted to rent the upstairs for their daughter and her husband.
My sister Neva said Marie could stay with them until I could sent her the
money to take the train to California. So we took her trunk, and other
personal things that she would need and would be taking with her ont he train, over to Neva's where she would stay until I could get settled in an apartment and send her the money to come to California.
A friend of mine also wanted to go to California and said he had &67.00
that we could use on the trip. I only had $2.67 in cash in my pocket after
what I left with Marie. I planned to sell the car when I got to California and send Marie the money to buy her ticket out there on the train. She was
expecting at that time and we did not think she should attempt the trip by car.
The trip was a little complicated with the car trouble. We had to take the engine out to repair the magnito while going through Texas. When we got to Blythe, California we found out there was no bridge and the ferr boat wanted $3.00 to haul us across the river. He could haul four cars at one time and we pulled off the road trying to decide what to do as we were getting short on cash. Finally the ferry boat man came over and told us we could go on the next trip for $1.25 as he only had two cars to go.
Arriving back in California in February, we went to our friends place
again. While staying there I went to the drugstore and found out it had sold
out and I was unable to get a job there. I went ot an employment office and
they got me a job with a contracting firm building new school buildings.
In the latter part of March, 1922, I sold my old Ford car and sent Marie
the money to buy her a ticket to California. She packed up her belongings and took the train from Holly to Los Angelos.
I had rented a furnished apartment at First and Main St., in Long Beach
where Marie's aunt, Ruby Paisley lived. When the train was supposed to arrive in Los Angelos, her aunt went with me ont he Pacific Electric train to LA. We had to walk quite a distance to the depot. Her train had arrived and she had walked to the waiting room and had been there quite a little while before we got with her. She was rather concerned because we were not there to meet her. We went back to Long Beach on the P.E. and had to walk about five blocks to the apartment. After resting awhile she felt quite well and our life in California was beginning.
While living in the apartment, I got acquainted with another young man that lived there and he told me they were needing some help at the littel Kern creamery there in Long Beach, where eh worked. I went to the creemery and told the owner I would like to have a job. He asked if I knew anything about pasteurizing milk. I told him that I had lived on a farm where we had cattle that grazed on the pastures around our place and they were good milk cows. This was all I knew about pasturized milk.
He gave me a job and first thing I had to do was to wash off the milk cans and milk bottles. This was many years before there were paper containers.
In a short while I went to work in pasteurizing department where we would
fill the bottles with milk and then had to put the caps on them by hand. Later on I started working on one of the wholesale milk routes.
It was during this time that our first child was born. We had made
arrangements with a Dr. Hill to take care of the delivery. We had been to see him a few times to be sure everything was going alright. Because of my
experience with the doctor in Holly, our Dr. Hill was very friendly. Because
my experience included the giving of ehter when he would do such operations as tonsillectomy, etc., when the time came for our first child to be born he had me go to the delivery room with him and give the aneshetic. The nurses at the Long Beach Hospital said this was a very unusual thing to happen because normally they did not have even doctors give their wives the anesthetic in childbirth.
All of our five children were born in the Long Beach Hospital and Dr. Hill delivered them and I gave the anesthetic each time.!
Lee was born March 28, 1901 on a farm near Bazaar, Lyon County, Kansas.
He was 6 years old when they moved to Holly. He started to school there
walking about a mile to town to school. When he was 7 years old he meet Viola Marie Garrett, who eventually became his wife. The Bogue;s and the Garrett's both heomsteadedon 320 acres south of Holly 20+ miles. Lee moved into Holly while he attended High school as did Viola Mae. He graduated in 1918. He went to California in 1919. He was working at a drug store in Long Beach when he heard his mother was quite ill. He returned to the Holly area and a year after his mother died he married. Viola. in 1922 they moved to Calif. He worked for the Kern Creamery, washing milk cans and bottles, then worked in the pasteurizing department and later had a milk route. By 1929 he became superintendent at the Creamery, In Mar 1930 they moved to South Gate, Calif and he worked for Challenge Creamery in Los Angeles.
While at South Gate an earthquake hit, on 3-10-1933. He lost a lot of his
milk but the next morning he went on his route to Compton and Long Beach. He
took his camera along taking pictures, which Kodak developed, and when Kodak
put out a folder of earthquake pictures, Lee recognized some of his pictures.
In 1937 they moved to an acre on Wright Rd. in Lywood, Calif. Lee began the
printing abusiness in1937. He began publishing a weekly newspaper called The
Home Press. The family helped decorate the Lynwood Float for the Rose Parade
on New Years Day in 1940. In the fall of 1941 Lee and Marie moved their print shop to Long beach Blvd. in Compton. He also worked for Grayson Heat Control Corp. in Lynwood. Lee and Marie sold their home and business and began an extended trip around the United States, on March 24, 1946. They called themselves The Story Tellers and held gospel services all over the U.S. They also visited their relatives. They arrived back in Calif. in Sept. of 1946.
In 1947 Marie Stared Child Evangelism classes and Lee started a print shop. He also worked at the Douglas Aircraft Plant in El Segundo. They lived the longest in one place on Atlantic Ave in Compton, living there from 1953-1963. Lee sold the Compton Press in 1955. After a long trip, he opened another print shop in North Long Beach, which he sold the fall of 1956. Lee and his son Orville started Blueline Press in 1959. In the fall of 1960 Lee built a room between their house and garage with a press. He moved the press to a store building on Long Beach Blvd. in 1963. which he sold in August 1965. They lived in Tucson for awhile and then in 1970 they returned to Calif. to Costa Mesa. He moved to Hesperia, Calif inthe desert, hoping it would help his arthritis. He moved in 1978 to Sun City, Valif where Lee died and his wife died in Feb.
Lee was reported missing in action on Feb. 27, 1945. In his growning up
years he wanted to be a flyer. While in hght school he was active in teh
Navigator Club, Dunamis,. While in training fo rthe Air Force, he bacame a
charter member of the Missionary Aviation Fellowship. His goal wsa to serve
with them after the war.
He never married and was shot down over Germany during WW II. He was a 2nd Lietenant in the Air Force and the co-pilot with a crew that flew a B-24. They were stationed in Italy and flew bombing raids over Czechoslovakia, Germany and Ausrtia. He was shot down over Augsburg, Germany. He was reported missing Feb. 1945 and his remains were found and his death confirmed in 1949.
He graduated from the lower division of Compton Junior College in 1942 and was a letterman on the high school varsity football squad. In 1940 he was
chosen as student body president at Lynwood Junior High School. He enlisted in Nov 1942 and went to college training detachment at Hays, Kansas. Classified at Kelly Field, San Antonio, he took his preflight there before moving on to primary at Sikeston, Mo. He complete his basic flight at Strother Field, near Winfield, Kansas and went to advanced at Lubbock, Texas, where he graduated and was commissioned a 2nd Lieut. in the Army Air Forces on 27 Jun 1944. He returned to Lubbock as an instructor, but is expected to see action in a B-26 Martin Marauder medium bomber.
Shot down over Germany during World War II. 2nd Lieutenant in the Air
Force.
Obuitary
Royal P. Bogue, son of Joseph D. and Hannah Roberts Bogue was born south
of Salem in Henry County, Iowa April 19, 1877 and lived in and near Salem all
of his early life. He was a graduate of Whittier college formerly located at
Salem and in the class of 1903 and also attended Penn College at Oskaloosa,
Iowa some two years or more. He taught school for a while in Henry County and
later at Chapel, Mo. Friends academy and for a number of years in Mahaska
county, Iowa.
Roy was a birthright member of Friends Society and was always of honest,
upright conscientious character and gave his heart to God in early years. He
was very much interested in the Christian Endeavor society for young people and
he joined this society the second year of its organization in Salem.
He was married to Phyanna Mendenhall, June 24, 1909 in Leighton, Mahaska
County, Iowa. In 1913 he took up his first pastoral charge, was recorded a
minister in the Friends church and continued actively in the work for a period
of ten years. In 1923 he moved to Hartford , Iowa where he has since resided.
There being no Friends church in that place he has helped in whatever way he
could in the church there.
He became ill in February altho able to be about much of the time until
April. Everything was done that could be but after weeks of intense suffering,
patiently borne, he quietly fell asleep at his home about nine pm June 5, 1933
and then passed through the doorway into God's other room at the age of 56
years, 1 month and 19 days.
Funeral services were held in the Presbyterian church at Hartford at 2:00
pm Thursday Jun 8, 1933 conducted by Rev. M. T. Mendenhall superintendent of
Iowa Yearly Meeting of Oskaloosa, Iowa. Rev. Mendenhall spoke fittingly from
2nd Timothy 4-6 to 8 verses, emphasizing particularly on the seventh verse, "I
have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith>"
A mixed quartet sang very lovely the songs of "Face to Face", "Abide With Me,"
and "In the Garden." Interment in Graceland Cem.