Whitesburg KY

Memories of moving to Marlowe

Hello, everyone. Hope you are all doing well.

Our sympathy goes out to all the families whose family members passed away while the weather was so bad we couldn’t get out to the funerals.

I enjoyed talking to my former neighbors, Bro. Larry Miller and wife Kathy and daughter Christa of Hazard, and also to Shelby Jean Felt- ner of London, who sings with the Heaven’s Jubilee group on the Beattyville television station. She went to our church ‘til she had health problems and had to move close to her family, but she is doing well now. I’m glad of that. I look forward to seeing her on TV.


Can I go way back to Marlowe? We moved to Marlowe when I was 10 years old from the Blackey and Carcassonne area and I thought we had moved to town. My brother, the late Eddie Howard, and I stayed by the window all day and made a mark on the dirty windows so we could tell how many cars went by. That was new to us.

I started school there in the third grade. I was afraid to go to fourth grade where I was supposed to go. I loved it there.

I went one year in Whitesburg High and I quit school and went to work for a rich woman, Rose Nichols. She was one of the owners of Marlowe Mines and the coal camp. I made $15 a week. I helped her clean house. Her sister was Lula Marlowe, wife of M.K. Marlowe who was head of it all. She worked in the office there, which was also a big grocery store.

Rose Nichols never had children. Her husband was Speedy Nichols. Later on her nephew Jimmy Marlowe and wife Betty built a house next to her. They had one child, Bobby, and one on the way and Rose insisted I leave her and go to help them. I worked for them for many years ‘til they moved to Lexington.

They were great people. They were all involved with the company.

Rose had two other sisters. Bertha Vincent who never married, Nora Myers and her husband Mitt Myers, and Rose’s husband Speed all worked in the store. The older people who lived there will remember all this. Good memories and I live close enough to be able to see where it used to be.

My late husband Clyde and all four of my sons graduated from Marlowe Grade School and the bridge there has Clyde’s name on it.

I know this is all boring to a lot of people, but many of them and their families never left and they will remember all this, the Penningtons, the Taylors, the Halcombs and the Page family especially.

When we first moved out of the camp, we bought a house less than a mile away. Lonzie and Myrtle Halcomb lived next door to us ‘til they passed away. They were great neighbors! Guess who lives next door — their daughter Mary Kay and her husband Earnie York, who are also great neighbors.

On our hill we are all Hattons, four generations of us. About all of the Howards still live nearby. Only three live away, Hillard in Florida, Judy in Tennessee, and Joann in Indiana, and the other nine all live nearby.

My son Bill came by this morning after his workout. He goes every day. While he was here, Rob called and we had a three-way talking. Us moms like that.

I talked with my son Astor this morning. He had been out to a lake there feeding the ducks.

I’ve been hoping to get a letter from Glendora Eldridge in Indiana. I sure was glad to hear from her. I hope she is doing OK. I’m glad she gets The Mountain Eagle.

It’s such a beautiful day (Friday). I hope it lasts a long time. Tuesday is Groundhog Day. I hope he gives us a good report. I’m glad the weather is going to be nice this weekend. I’ve missed going to church and visiting my family and also going to the stores and seeing friends.

I’ve been thinking of my mother Cinda Howard who died Jan. 6, 1995. She had 14 children. I was her first. She was only 16 years old then and I’d never lived more than five miles away from her. She worked hard all of her life. She made all of our clothes, the seven girls, and washed clothes on a washboard and ironed with an iron heated on the stove. She worked in the garden and canned all the food. She never complained and still found time to sit on her porch and visit with friends and watch the kids play.

She was like a sister also. We did everything together. I had my first child at 17 years old and our kids grew up together like one big family.

I learned to drive so we could get out and go and we did that often up ‘til she passed away. I still miss her terribly.

I know I’ve rattled on, but I just had it all on my mind. If your mother is still with you, appreciate her. I hope you treat her like my four sons and family do me. I love and appreciate them all so much!

Keep all the sick folks in your prayers and may God bless you! Try to be in church if you are able and the snow holds off.

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