Dear Faithful Praying Family & Friends:
Please be sure to read the “bonus” blog entry below this one!
William Ford Van Hoy [1889 to 1976]
Listen to the words of my mother, Margaret Elizabeth Van Hoy Blair, summarizing the early life of her father, who was orphaned at age seven, when both his parents died of one of the “dread diseases” [either tuberculosis, pneumonia, or typhoid fever]:
“My father, William Ford Van Hoy, lived a ‘pillar to post’ life with grandparents, uncles, and aunts. Finally, the most loving home was with “Uncle Mac” and “Aunt Sally” Martin, neither of whom was a blood relation to him. It happened in this way: William, age 10, went to the home of Uncle Mac and Aunt Sally and asked if he and his sister, Hattie, [five years younger than he] could live with them. It brought tears to my eyes to learn of her answer: ‘Bless your little heart, honey; you can be with us forever!’
And, so, he and Hattie did live with them, until William decided to go to California, when friends asked him to join them in the oil fields. He was a very small fellow, not strong enough for oil work, so he tended orange groves. Later on, in 1914, my mother, Mittie Alma Joyner, traveled on the train from NC to Coalinga, CA and married my father in the hotel parlor. William [Bill], my brother, was born in Coalinga in 1916. My mother went back to NC for a year or two because she was very homesick. I was born in Yadkinville, NC, during a snow storm, in 1918.
When “Uncle Mac” and “Aunt Sally” died many years later, William grieved for them, as if he had lost his own parents.”
William and his wife had two children who survived birth: William “Bill” Ford Van Hoy, Jr. and Margaret Elizabeth Van Hoy. William made a living as a farmer, educator, and postmaster. He provided college educations for both his children. Mittie Alma died in 1956 and William never re-married. However, he lived long enough to enjoy his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Daddah Van Hoy [pronounced “DAH-dah”] this round is dedicated to you!
With courage and tenacity of character, you carved a noble life for yourself, in spite of early losses and disadvantages. With compassion, you cared for others, including your little sister. Today, I say a prayer of thanksgiving for the lives of Uncle Mac and Aunt Sally. Because of their open hearts and open home, all of William’s progeny owes a debt to them. May we live to model our lives after them.