Class of 1913

Hubert, HOy, Howard Howell Amaretta, Imogene, and Gertude Howell.

The other day a member of the family sent me a picture of the class of 1913. My Dad and Several aunts and uncle were a member of this class.

World War I had not begun but quite a few of the older boys served in the war to end all wars. Some never made it past the flu of 1917.

Macedonia Cementary is where quite a few of them are buried. I grew up hearing all the stories of how they survived. The little school house that meant so much to them. Learning to read and write and add and subtract. It was a big deal to the Howell family. My grandmother was a martient on her children getting learning.

The Great Depression was another battle they fought. Alot of them almost died of starvetion. Some even figured out a way to earn money by running the corn juice which today most people call ethylnol, back then it was white lightning.

One believed in education so much that He bought a van from army surplus and drove all his nieces and nephews to school. They read every book they could get their hands on and worked hard to keep their heads above water.

My relatives especially were close and helped each other. World War 2 found some of them serving the country again. So much happened to them all. The community was almost gone when the war started in 1941. My Grandmother was one of the last to move out from the area. She only live 2 years after she moved. She had lived in one house since the 1890's and moved in 1954.

All the new inventions were in their time. Airplanes, diesel trains, computers etc.
I do not know of any of them that are still living. So to all of you who lived and died and made your lives count. Bless you and your memories.