|An introduction to the oglekin.org web
site where I have tried to display family information that some may find
To highlight the Ogle information found so far, it seems there was a Lady Ogle who was associated with the Duke of York, later to be King James II. Research is pointing to the possibility that her influence helped our John Ogle secure a position with the Carr Expedition. and he was shown extra favor, but there is no assured link yet to our John. Currently some wills have been found to be translated and researched. There was a second John Ogle who owned a plantation in Barbados, this Ogle took a trip to the colonies, said to be to Providence, Rhode Island, but there is no other information.
You will find there a pedigree group listed under Ahnentafel which contains links to an Index of Pedigrees // Links to other Ogle sites // Search for our Ancestors // Extracts from the good book "The Baronies of Ogle and Bothal" commissioned by Sir Henry A. OGLE, Baronet. -- PRINTED PRIVATELY at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne by
Andrew and Reid & Company, Limited, Printing Court Buildings, 1902. This book may be purchased from the web site ogles.org.
A group of pages called Blood Quest which concerns my Quest to find the Origins of the Ogle Family -- Included in the Quest is: info on Heraldry - A Historic Timeline and how the Family fits within it - Maps locating some Ogle sites - Who Was Rowena and the big question: Was Ogle an Angle, Saxon, Jute, Scandinavian - or was the bloodline already there for instance were they Celtic and simply remained upon the departure of the Roman Legions.
A group of pages concerned with “DNA Research for Genealogy” which includes ancestry Migration according to my DNA test and my actual test results.
A group of pages concerned with “Ancient Groups Listed by Era” (From Dinosaurs to 11 Million Years to Present) and info found on “Earth Science”.
There is a group on “Misc. and clean Humor” // Two “Memoriam” pages // a group called “Ogle Tales and Trails” which includes info of Sir Chaloner Ogle 1680-1771 a British Admiral // and a page of “Things that Awe”
Included is a search box with Ancestry.com if you have an account or you can sign up.
Also included are pages of correspondence with a genealogy researcher in England trying to find the soldier John Ogle’s father to identify once and for all to which British family branch the American Ogle branch belongs. The emails are listed as information is provided, look under “The quest to find John Ogle's Father” from the http://oglekin.org/Ahnentafel/Index-Ahnentafel.htm.
Dad had been rejected by the Army because he had a very serious hernia and had to wear a truss with a knob on it to keep his insides inside, or he could not have worked at all. Story goes that as a younger fellow he would challenge others to lift the front of a horse, kind of hernia type things to do. Some time in 1953-55 dad had his appendix removed and the doc sewed up the hernia.
Dad wore boots that went high up the calf, they laced with eyes at the bottom and 3 or 4 hook rows at the top, and he wore a 10 gallon hat too.
At one time dad wore a train engineer uniform. That was blue stripped overalls, and a matching hat and the obligatory red bandana. There is a picture of us all on a tractor somewhere in Texas or Arizona where dad ran a huge cog wheeled tractor.
While there I remember goat heads, kind of like a sandburs but tougher, looked like a goats head with a thin face and two horns sticking up, was heck on bare feet which most kids wore most of the time in those days.
Dad worked in the orange and grapefruit orchards in
Arizona. There was an irrigation canal near the house we lived in and I
remember the fellow that came by to feed the water, with ammonia I think.
I remember him telling me not to hang my head over where he was releasing,
but I did it anyway, that’s when I learned why not to do that, up my nose
in my eyes – stung like the dickens.
From Arizona we went to California and worked the cotton fields. We lived in workers shacks which was kitchen and one or two bed rooms. I remember an old black man that tolerated me and I would “help” him pick cotton. This is where I had a very unusual vision, I was playing by our car, and in the clouds I saw one or more men standing there, the main man was looking down at the earth, this was during the war, one can only imagine why they were there, this was not cloud movement shaping things, this was hard set figures, they were wearing robes such as you see in the bible, if I imagined it, it was the most clear vision I have never had again.
Might have been 1944-45 we lived in Oregon:
From there we went on to Oregon to the orchards. Picked pears and filberts. Mom had a hissy fit every time I climbed the 20 foot ladders and sat on top. They were used to reach the pears were mom and dad worked.
I kicked my sister in the face when I was four, mom stepped in to keep her from beating the pulp out of me, I have no idea why I did that but I guess it seemed to be the thing to do at that moment.
We lived just up the road from a sawmill. At the back of the property there was a barrel used to burn trash. So once I decided to throw in some 22 shells, they made a lot of noise, and one or two made nice holes in the barrel, they missed me.
This is where I caught pneumonia for the forth time but this time penicillin had been discovered and civilians were just authorized to use it, initially it had been restricted to military use, they needed really bad. Mom would come and read to me, and one of the nurses thought my butt was a pin cushion, she sure stuck it a lot. She would change my sheets by grabbing one side, jerk real hard and spin me like a top. she's the one I threw my toy soldier at.
One time we are at a store and something POed me and I was crying like mad, another car drove up beside us, that kid was crying too, I shut up, Mom looked at me and ask what's wrong, and I said there was no need for two of us crying, I know, weird. There was a car named a terraplane, some had really strange designs, built by Hudson. Hudson had one of the best straight 6 cylinder engines ever built.
During the war rubber was rationed, tires were very hard to come by, I don't know where we were but one tire was so badly worn that the inner tube was poking out, Dad was able to buy a boot, a patch of tire material that was glued inside a tire to cover the hole and save the inner tube. Gas was also rationed, we were in an area of hills and Dad would coast down a hill, start the car drive to the top of the next hill and we traveled to Missouri that way. Yes, but it was faster than a covered wagon.
1946-47 dad bought a farm in Missouri:
I went to the first and second grade there. All the work was done by horse teams, we had a very good team of horses. Dad raised alfalfa for the animals, Corn also and sugar cane for molasses, chickens, hogs, and he built a smoke house for curing hams. There was a large black walnut tree in the yard and across the road in an abandon wooded area there were lot of pecan trees, we harvested lots of pecans. It took a vice or 12 pound sledge hammer to crack a black walnut, and an air hammer to get to the meat (almost).
There were neighbor about a mile away, the Green and Smith families. The Green family had a root cellar that served as a storm cellar, we went there one time when Dad thought there was going to be a tornado. Snow got pretty deep there, especially the drifts, one time Earl threw me into a drift, seems I could stand and only my head was out. There were neighbors about a half mile from us but I don't remember their names. They had a storage house and they hired Dad to tear it down, I helped some little bit. That was the family with the bitch in heat and a suitor came by and they locked up. The Mother came out with a bucket of water, threw it on them, the bitch took off trailing the yelping male behind, me and the boys laughed like crazy, after all it didn't hurt us. Strange, I don't remember their names. They might have been Earls buds.
The smiths lived to the intersection and down about a half mile. The youngest was a year older than me, he was in the second grade, I was in first, he and I would play and fight, fight and play. Mr. Swope being male didn't pay attention to us fighting, he knew it was natural for boys to find their place in the crowd.
there was a wooded creek at the bottom of the little hill the school house sat on, one time a flock of turkeys came onto the school grounds, a Gobbler with a bunch of hens, so I decided to chase them, well the old gobbler didn't like the idea and told me so in so many turkey words. he jumped up onto my chest, clung on, and whaled the crap out of me with his wings. Needless to say I took his word for it and left them alone.
When in the second grade a new young woman teacher came, there was only one teacher in our one room school, all eight grades. She had some very funny ideas and every time we two fought she would whale on us with a magazine - strange young woman with no experience.
The oldest Smith boy was
Earls age. So we played Cowboys and Indians once, with BB guns, that's
when earl captured me and told me not to move, and when I did he shot me,
up close and personal, buried the BB, yeah it hurt but I Seven years old
and too big to
cry, Earl just dug it out and we stopped that game.
Dad sold the Missouri farm in 1948.
We went back to Texas where Earl was given a hardship discharge because of dad's health and the fact they found out Earl was only 16 when he joined. I don't remember the location, somewhere in Texas, Delores went to high school there, I was in 3rd grade.
Then on to Guthrie Texas where Dad and Earl worked for the four sixes ranch. That's where in the 3rd grade I learned not to run with a basket ball, I didn't get invited to play after that. A little girl down the road would come to the house to play, until three boys decided they didn't like that and decided to whup up on me, it took all three to get me down, but they went home with some black eyes and never came around again, but the little girl didn't come back either, darn kids must have told her dad.
I found a discarded bull horn on the ranch, took it home, sanded it down and carved a mouth piece from the tip, it made a good calling horn. Dad already had one that he had sanded and polished, it was sort of translucent, very pretty.
Then in 1948 we left Texas and Dad bought a 40 acre farm in Atoka Oklahoma. At some time or other it was part of a 640 acre (mile square) that belonged to a Choctaw family. Part of the land given to the tribal people that were force marched from the East, and that is another story that books were written about, read Trail of Tears and Trail of death. Dad was born in 1906 then known as Indian territory (later became Oklahoma).
There was a four room house on the farm made of concrete block, with a small porch on front. The yard had weeds as tall as me and I remember Mom cried terribly which made us all feel really bad. There was no electricity. REA put in electricity lines in about 1949 or maybe 1950. There were scorpions one of which stung me once but I reacted to it less than a wasp sting, there were a lot of wasp too. I killed a number of Tarantulas there also. There was a sweet water well next to the house, last time I was there in June 1988 the water was still good.
There was a log barn next to the house with a lean-to on the South side and a cow stall on the north side with four well built feed stalls. A very serviceable barn.
In Harmony school, 6 miles East of Atoka is where I went to 3-8 grades. We used coal stoves for heating; it was the boys job to bring in the coal that was kept out back. In forth grade the stove was just about out so I went for coal and was restarting the fire but it would not catch, so I dumped a cup or two of kerosene on it, it still didn’t start so I held the lid open and Dolan Willis threw in a match. That was not a good thing because the next think I remember I was on the other side of the teachers desk which was about 10 feet from the stove; with singed hair and eye brows, and the stove pipe came crashing down, what a mess.
Ben Bonham went hunting one day, got sprayed by a skunk, but came to school anyway.
One day Bob Willis, Ben Bonham and I were in the
woods, we came on to a fallen tree, so I decided to play Tarzan on one of
the higher branches, that’s when I found out why the tree had fallen over,
it was dead, So here I am on my back on the ground with the stupid limb
right on top of me, gave the other two shit heads a good laugh at least.