From the Mouth of Joe Glover: Where the Heck is the Missing Finger? (WW I)
Although I was only 12 years old in 1910, I left my mama and sisters and traveled to West Texas. Was I scared? Heck yes! I didn’t want to do it but my older brothers convinced me that leaving home would be the best way to help the family survive. I joined my brothers in a dusty little town called, Pecos, Texas. We lived with our Uncle Bob Couch.
Even in quiet little Pecos, people began to talk about going to war in Europe. In 1914, Preston and Holsey joined the army. As soon as I turned 16, I followed them by joining the navy. Mama was devastated. All three of her sons shipped off to war. No one knew what would happen or how long the war would last.
This morning, I share two family stories about our aunt, Maggie Montezuma Glover. Our Aunt Maggie played an important role in the lives of all the cousins growing up in the Glover family. In 1948, when my mother was dying of cancer, I went to live with Grandmother Glover and Aunt Maggie. During the time I lived with her, I began calling her Auntie.
Honk, Honk — Auntie Is Coming (1950’s)
Glaucoma robbed our Aunt Maggie of one thing she loved to do – read. The loss of vision came on gradually and was hardly noticeable initially. At this time, Aunt Maggie was in her late sixties and early seventies. She felt good. She had places to go and people to see. Auntie had no intention of giving up driving. On no! It was up to the other drivers to take her declining vision into consideration. As Auntie neared an intersection, she began honking her horn. Once she arrived on the other side of the cross street she stopped honking.
Fortunately, Pecos was still small enough that most people recognized “Miss Maggie’s” car. Those sweet people watched for our Auntie and gave her the right of way whether she had it or not. In spite of driving legally blind, Miss Maggie never had a car accident.
Maggie Montezuma Glover (Dec. 1890 – 1967) Continue reading