Clara Blanche (Gobble) Hagy
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Clara Blanche (Gobble) Hagy (1887 - 1985)

Clara Blanche (Clara Blanche) Hagy formerly Gobble
Born in Second District, Washington, Virginiamap
Ancestors ancestors
Sister of , , and [private brother (1890s - unknown)]
Wife of — married 24 Feb 1906 [location unknown]
Descendants descendants
Died at age 97 in Bristol, Sullivan, Tennesseemap
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Biography

This biography was auto-generated by a GEDCOM import. It's a rough draft and needs to be edited.

Birth

Birth:
Date: Nov 1889
Place: Second District, Washington, Virginia[1]

Marriage

Husband: Robert Ireson Gobble
Wife: Eva L. Casteel
Marriage:
Date: 13 May 1886
Place: Washington, Virginia[2]
Child: Clara Blanche Gobble
Child: Sarah J. Gobble
Child: @I29@
Child: Troula Gobble
Child: @I2@

Sources

  1. Source: #S5
  2. Source: #S14

Acknowledgments

Thank you to Tami Osmer for creating WikiTree profile Gobble-52 through the import of Gobble2.ged on Sep 8, 2013. Click to the Changes page for the details of edits by Tami and others.



Biography

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Sources

  1. Source: #S5
  2. Source: #S14
  3. Entered by Gary Hagy, Sep 16, 2011






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My mother Zevla Allen/Gobble/Bochansky sent me to meet/visit a few relatives on my father's (Carl Smith Gobble, Jr.) side when I was 17 (first to Greendale, Virginia and then afterwards to Long Island, New York). I travelled all alone on a Greyhound bus from Chula Vista, California to Greendale, Virginia to meet and stay with my dear, sweet Aunt Blanche Hagy and her son Vernon at their charming country home in Greendale, Virginia. I was later sent to Long Island, N.Y. to meet the rest of my father's siblings, and his mother.

Aunt Blanche showed me the two story house "in town" where my father was born, pointing out the window of the room upstairs where he was born. I only saw the outside front of the house as it was rented out. (I SO wanted to go inside). I remember the house sat next to a stream and that there were lots of trees all around. (My father was killed in action in WWII when I was 6 weeks old).

Aunt Blanche also took me to meet my "Spanish aunt" who lived in a huge, beautiful two-story country house which she shared with another elderly woman. It had a huge extending porch and also a root cellar. I remember being shown what was said to be her family Spanish Coat of Arms which was framed and hanging on a wall just inside the front door. I think it showed a castle with a banner around it. (I wonder if it still exists somewhere). It makes me sad to think about all the family history I have missed as well as understanding who was who and what the connections were. I also wonder if Aunt Blanche's farm house still exists as well as the home of my Spanish aunt, and where it was/is located. I wonder who my Spanish aunt was in relation to Aunt Blanche, my father, and myself.

I also remember Aunt Blanche introducing me to "the old-timers" in town who used to know my father as a child and were said to be quite fond of him. They referred to him as "Mac." They were all sitting out on their front porches waiting for me, and they seemed so delighted to meet me and told me how much they cared for and enjoyed my father when he was a boy. I became known as "Mac's daughter," and though I was painfully shy, I felt like a celebrity in Greendale, Virginia.

I adored my aunt Blanche, and was quite fond of her son, my uncle Vernon who lived with her. He let me paint his whole pick-up truck black armed only with a big can of black paint and a paint brush. It turned out quite nicely as I remember, and he was very pleased with the quality of my work.

I loved everything about my aunt Blanche, and I loved everything about her wonderful little farmhouse, which sat up close to the main road. (I'm not sure but I think her mailing address was Blanche Hagy, Route 3, Greendale, Virginia).

I was simply amazed by her physical strength and all that she did at the little farmhouse. She was elderly with white hair, and was small and petite. Aunt Blanche carried heavy buckets of water and also large buckets of food for the hogs and chickens out back. When I tried to help, I couldn't lift the buckets, but she seemed to do it with ease. There was no running water in the house, but there was a water pump just outside in back of the kitchen. I was also worthless when it came to pumping water, but she did that too, and again, with apparent ease as well.

The living room was small and cozy and had a big pot belly stove in the center of the room. There was a woman's solitary black high button top shoe that sat atop the stove as a decoration. I wonder whose shoe that may have been.

There was an outhouse out back which I always dreaded as I was quite sure either a poisonous spider or a poisonous snake was sure to bite me on my bottom from the dark abyss below and that it was only a matter of time before my untimely death would occur. Fortunately there was a chamber pot under the bed for nighttime.

I slept in a lovely little bedroom which I think was at the front corner of the house. I woke up each morning to the soothing sound of baaing sheep as they grazed and migrated (like clock-work) around the wonderful, beautiful green hills there. I felt like I was in heaven.

I also remember huge fields of lush, tall tobacco plants, and that there was a natural spring at the back of the property that was said to have been an Indian buriel ground. I was enchanted by everything, and especially by the sweet, smell of vegetation and clean country air. But one day I found myself far from the house and caught in the middle of the huge and tall tobacco fields by a sudden, violent and surprise lightening storm as I was returning from a glorious day of exploring and walking all over the land. I did worry about being struck by lightening, and it was very scary as I scrambled to make my way back to the house.

Aunt Blanche not only took me to see downtown Greendale which seemed to consist of a general store/post office and a couple of churches, but she also took me to visit my father's grave which I think was in Abingdon, Virginia. She also introduced me to a relative or two, but I no longer remember who they were. We wrote many letters to each other over the years but then they stopped. It wasn't until many years later that my father's sister, my aunt Inez, told me that she was so sorry that no one in the family had ever told me that aunt Blanche had died. I remember feeling broken-hearted that I didn't get any more letters from her, and only after many years later was finally told that she had died. I didn't even get to say good-bye. I have all my life felt like the forgotten family member. However, I will always remember my beautiful Aunt Blanche who raised my father Carl Smith Gobble, Jr. after his mother gave him up. I will also always remember my kind uncle Vernon, and how incrediby beautiful their place out on the country road was to me, -so green and lush with many hills and trees, and with the sounds of sheep all around a lovely white country house. I'll never forget that visit and my dear Aunt Blanche Hagy.

posted 17 Jun 2015 by Cheri (Gobble) Alderman   [thank Cheri]
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Gobble-9 and Gobble-2 appear to represent the same person because: I believe we should match these 2 profiles. They are the same woman.
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