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Note: See Notes Notes from their 50th wedding anniversary book. This is the day of our marriage December 17, 1913. Roy came for me about 8 o'clock in the morning, driving his black horse (nigger) with the rubber tire buggy. It had been raining for about three days but on the Wednesday morning the sun was shining and the weather was comfortable. At that times(sic) we didn't have very many gravel roads, much less pavement, but we made it to town and put our horse & buggy up at the wagon yard at the city limits. We boarded a street car and rode out to the Baptist Seminary, out pastor was a student there at that time. His name was Simms. We were married at his home about high noon. Got on the street car and come back into the downtown area and registered at the Scott Hotel, went out and had lunch, went to the bank and registered my signature. It was the exchange bank at that time located on corner of Main & Belknap it is now the Union Bank & Trust Co., across the street a beautiful building and we are still doing business with them. We went to a picture show later and home the next day. I have been thinking of our honeymoon house today. I was remembering something about what it looked like, Grandad Bogard fixing up a two room rent house on his farm for us, it had hay in it for some time but Jennie and the girls cleaned it out and they white washed the kitchen which was log and put white canvas overhead in the bedroom, and wall to wall carpet, home woven carpet for rags beautiful and colorful. We moved in on Sunday Nite December, 21, 1913. We killed hogs the next day and had fresh pork for Christmas dinner. In our kitchen we had a wood cook stove , a china safe and wash stand, table and chairs. Our furniture consisted of a big box heater in the bedroom, dresser and bed stand table. We were really happy. The following are memories and remembrances of my grandmother, Mary Nation Bogard. My grandmother was an extremely religious person. An avowed charter member of the Womens Christian Temperence Union, she quite often prided herself on stopping my grandfather from ever drinking and that her son Ward had never tasted the devils brew until he met and married my mother Doris. When I was about twenty years old, my grandmother wanted me to put my hand on her bible and swear that the devils brew had never touched my lips. I told her I could not do that because even most time it never touched my lips on the way down, a few drops may have touched them. She (my grandmother) went ballistic and wanted me to get down on my knees a pray to God for forgiveness and swear to never let the devils brew enter my body ever again. When I refused, she started crying and begging the Lord to forgive me and my sinful ways. Later when my grandfather heard about the incident, he asked me to not get my grandmother stirred up like that ever again, as he was having to pay the price by having to listen to her every night. I asked him what was I to do, lie to her. He said yes, if it was necessary. My grandfather was a different person when he was not around my grandmother, if you know what I mean.
My grandmother was very family oriented, at least hers. She was the glue that kept the Nation family together. Christmas she always had an open house, a come and go affair. Every Nation family member that was living here or was in town always showed up. When the out of towners came to town, there was always a place to stay at Mary and Roys' house. Although It was before I was born, Mary and Roy took care of both Marys' mother and Roys' mother, and each died in Mary and Roys' house.
Mary always claimed that her side of the family had family ties to the Edgar Allen Poe family. She never said if it was the Allens or the Poe family who adopted Edgar. As of this date,August 1999, I have not found the family connection that she claimed.
Interesting tidbit. During my early years, when I would spend the night or the weekend with my grandparents, I once found an old military sword and scabbard. Don't know what ever happened to the sword, but suspect that she gave it to one of her brothers or sisters, as she always feared that one of the grand kids would get hurt with it. Haven't been able to place any family members in the civil war that would have caused my grandmother or grandfather to have it, but anything is possible. Year 2010, Sword was probably my grandmothers grandfather. James Fountain Tankersley that served in the Texas Cavalry.
Before the advent of television, entertainment at my grandparents entailed spending the night, getting up early, riding the bus across town to the zoo, spending the day and returning by bus to North Side, or during the years that we had Dolly (the horse) riding all over North Side. And yes, the dogs. My grandparents always had a dog. The first I remember was Sparky (he is in several old pictures with me and Ward, Jr.) Another fun time was catching lightning bugs, getting a jar full of them, and watching the jar light up like a lamp. Another past time while visiting was checking out Mrs. Priddys' house on the corner. She was Gene Autreys aunt, and when he was in town, he would stay with her. His room had all kinds of pictures of him and his horse Champion. We could always tell when he was there as their would be a Ford woody station wagon and horse trailer parked in the street. We would often go down and get to see him and his horse.
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