Written to Jeannie House by Doris Jean Young, Arnold Ray House’s cousin Dear Jeannie, I guess it has been about 6 months now since Arnold‘s death. I know you miss him terribly. His passing brought back a lot of memories. I remember the day in June of 1940 when we packed up our old 1936 … Read more
August 11, 2014 This little community of Loving had a country store, Church, and school. The same time had the “born in Hell” mules, I had a friend I ran with named Bill Blevins. So one evening, he and I are sitting on the porch of the little store drinking Cokes and eating peanuts. Here … Read more
When Dad was a young man he had an old pick-up, and he had just bought a bottle of whiskey. He started out to see a friend and share his whiskey. When he left town he a saw a car following him. So back to town, he put the whiskey in the springs in the … Read more
Written August 11, 2014 OK, Jeannie did it again, write it down. Back in the fifties, Oklahoma was a dry state, no whiskey. Well they did have beer bars, all alcohol consumed in the bar. No beer taken out of the bar. HA-HA. All Southern States have weird laws, still do. Dad, as a young … Read more
(As Told by Arnold House) Uncle Wayman First Memories of World War II: Uncle Wayman leaving for the Army. His Grandmother Minnie Oakes saying it was the Jew’s war, we had no business over there. Uncle Jerry coming home one leave from the Army boot camp. He was a non-combatant. You couldn’t have two brothers … Read more
I am doing this under extreme pressure. Jeannie and I sat outside on the porch in the afternoon and played cards. Well, I start telling funny and weird things that have happened to me. Well, she says you have to write this down. My first memories were Mom and I living with Grandma Oaks in … Read more
Loving, Oklahoma, October 23, 1946. No let’s go back a few months earlier. The kids at Loving School are kidding me that I am going to have a little brother or sister. Being the smart seven year-old, I was “NO WAY” Mom is just fat. Now back to October 23, 1946. The kids that live … Read more
In 1947 while living at 1257 Herald St. in Redlands someone gave me an old empty one pound Prince Albert can of old rusty nails. Dad had built the house and gave me a few leftover boards. Other kids were building orange crate racers, so I had to try one. Someone else gave me four … Read more
Living in Redlands, California, in 1952 Dad comes home one day and says, “We are moving to Oklahoma and become farmers.” He is working on construction and has two weeks off. Off to Loving, Oklahoma, we go. Mom was born there and Grandma still lived there. Two weeks later we owned forty acres and had … Read more
Arnold Ray House was my Grandfather on my Mother’s side. This page includes stories, posts, and images about him. Tribute To My Grandfather Stories Arnold’s Memories of World War IIArnold’s Orange Crate RacersMulesMy Life With Mules, Yes Mules!The Truth About BarbaraTwo Dad StoriesWhat I RememberWhiskey Business Family Pages tmschultzeT.M. Schultze is a San Diego-based photographer, … Read more