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  3. Gary Wayne WEED: Birth: 17 Jan 1947 in Llano County, Texas. Death: 2 Aug 2011 in Round Rock, Williamson County, Texas

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Sources
1. Title:   Social Security Death Index
Page:   Number: 453-41-3766; Issue State: Texas; Issue Date: 1977.
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2009.Original data - Social Security Administration. Soci
2. Title:   Texas Death Records 1903-2000
Author:   Ancestry.com
3. Title:   1930 United States Federal Census
Page:   Year: 1930; Census Place: Precinct 3, Llano, Texas; Roll: 2370; Page: 5A; Enumeration Distr
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2002.Original data - United States of America, Bureau of
4. Title:   U.S. Public Records Index, Volume 2
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2010.Original data - Merlin Data Publishing Corporation
5. Title:   Ancestry Family Trees
Page:   Ancestry Family Trees
Publication:   Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com. Original data: Family Tree files submitted by Ancestry members.

Notes
a. Note:   Neola Marie (WEEAKS) WEED Born on Monday, May 22, 1922 in Llano County, (close to Kingsland) Neola Marie WEEAKS was the oldest of 5 children born to William Edward and William Martin "Willie" (NOLEN) WEEAKS. She was born prematurely, and I was told by her Aunt, Mrs Birdie (NOLEN) LATHAM that you could hold her in the palm of one hand, because she was so tiny. Her grandmother ordered something, don't know what it was, but, when it arrived, she was awake for around 2 days feeding whatever it was two her though a bottle, or so the story goes. Whatever it was in that bottle worked, because not only did she live, but she married and had five children of her own, 16 grandchildren, at least 21 great grandchildren, and 3 great great grandchildren to date(Jan 2007). Neola left us on June 1, 1994, at age 72, and is buried next to her husband Alvie, in Capital Memorial Park Cemetery, outside of Austin Texas. She was my grandmother and below are things I remember about her.
  My grandmother.........What can I say? Well, I remember a woman who, for almost 15 years lived by herself. She had her ways, but she loved her family, they meant everything to her, and she loved them all.
 I remember a woman who would cook if anyone came over, and fuss about the kitchen, and I remember always wanting to help her, either to set the table, or cook, or do dishes, but I was probably just in the way. She was the best cook I've ever known, and a very common phrase was along the lines of letting me eat, I was a growing boy. Boy could she bake, the holidays were wonderful, and she always out did herself. My favorites foods were ones she used to cook, Sheppards Pie, and her Tollhouse Pies, and just plain old homemade mashed potatoes. About the only desert I even consider baking is Tollhouse Pie, I think more so because they remind me of her than anything else. She kept Little Debbie cakes and cookies around, in little plastic bowls, and would let me have some anytime I was there for a visit. I have those bowls myself now, and keep the same things in them.
 She was an immaculate housekeeper, and very fussy about her home. You couldn't wear your shoes on her carpet, and she didn't really like anyone to sit on the furniture in the living room, because if you sat on it, it would get dirty and wouldn't be clean and "like new" anymore.
 Her yard was kept just as nice. Very well maintaned and groomed.
 Even though her job, her life was her home, and she never had a "job", whe was always working.
 She never learned to drive. She tried once, in her sister's car, had an accident, and never tried again. She either walked, or got a ride where she needed to go. Mom (Linda WEED HAYDON) would take her grocery shopping, but there were times when she needed something and she would walk down to the minimart, it was only about 2 and a half miles or so! When we would take her shopping, my sister, Jennifer, and I would argue about who got to help her by pushing the basket for her, because we had fun doing it, like most children, it made us feel important, and because we wanted to help.
 She used to hum to herself a lot, just walk around and hum. Sometimes I'd hear her mumbling something to herself as well.
 She was not very fond of her neighbors, and loved to complain about them, or so it seems upon reflection.
 There are very few pictures of her she didn't like to have her picture taken, and my some of my most treasured posessions are the ones I do have, a couple with me or my sister, and one, where she is sitting on a toy horse wearing a cowboy hat and sun glasses.
 She always indulged my curiosity, and for that I can never be thankful enough. Mom would tell me not to bother her, but to me at least, she never seemed to mind answering questions about her family, her parents and grandparents, and the Weeaks cousins.
 In the back bedroom, she had her cedar chest, and a smaller cedar box full of family pictures. I can't recall how many times she allowed me to get out those old pictures and ask who everyone was. Or look through her memories, the things she kept in her cedar chest, childrens report cards, birthday, and holiday cards from her kids, candy boxes she had kept for years, and many other things I no longer recall. They were her treasures, and now many of those items I was allowed to keep, are special to me, because they were so special to her.
 My grandmother, that I recall, was always in very good health until her last illness. She hated doctors, and hospitals, and it was very hard to get her to go. There are things that I will not write here about when she was in the hospital, because they are private, but I will say that one of the greatest mistakes, and biggest regrets of my life occured at that time, and Grandma, even though you will not read this, I hope you know that I was, I am, and I always will be sorry for being so selfish.
 I was at her house a lot, and there was a special bond between her and myself, I feel because I was there so much.
 I know that I have a very different veiw of her than my cousins, and honestly I wish that wasn't so, and yet, I also wish I would have known her bette myself. There are many things I know to ask now that I wish I would have then. Simple things, but things I wish I would have learned about her none the less.
 And also, I find that as the years go by, almost thirteen, the memories fade, and aren't as strong as they were. But they are still there, and I hope they always will be.
 Her house, where I spent so much of my youth is still there, though owned by others, and no one knew this until now, but I went back there once, and was looking at the house and the yard, and just remembering happy times I spent there, when the new residents asked who I was. I explained, and they actually invited me inside. It just wasn't the same anymore. The carpet, and the floor in the kitchen hadn't been changed, but almost everything else had. Even though it was different, it was an odd sensation, and I felt, and could see in my minds eye, and hear through the distant fog of memory, an old woman walking through the house humming a song I didn't know and mumbling words I couldn't quite make out. I don't plan on ever going back, but it was a good experience to relive those old memories one last time, in the place where they happened.
 She wasn't perfect, I KNOW this, but to me she was. There isn't anything I wouldn't give to see her just one last time, to taste her tollhouse pies, to watch her walking through a silent house humming her little songs, to hear her fussing about needing to take your shoes off before going on the carpet, and to not sit on the furniture. She was Grandma, and thats just how she was, and though she is gone, she will live on in my heart and my mind.
  Jan 30, 2007 by Jason Haydon


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