My grandparents, Bernice and Paul Holloway lived in the Holloway home for more than 50 years. I was sadly there when the home was sold out of the family after my grandfather’s death and my grandmother’s illness. I don’t have the trinkets I had as a girl growing up when exploring the farm, all of the arrowheads,etc.
The house itself was a treasure trove. I remember the things my grandfather would find in the 2nd attic. He would bring down little dolls that were no more than 1/2 to 1 inch high, some white and some black made of china I think, very simplistic. He brought down a very large “chuck” of gold, he said it was found during the California gold rush. I do still have a pewter ink well that is in the shape of a crab he found up there. My two uncles and father probably have most of the things he found in the “treasure trove” attic.
remember some stories he’d tell also. Since my family was politically involved and strongly opinionated, he told of one relative corresponding with Abraham Lincoln. Then when he did not agree with a decision Mr. Lincoln made, burning the correspondence between the two. I wasn’t very old when he told that story and even I knew the implications to history those actions made! My great-grandfather, Chester (I believe his name was, sorry for my uncertainty here, although I do have his picture) lived across the lane in a small shack. It was torn down after he went to the retirement home to live (I’m not sure at what age that was). He lived to be over 100 years old.
I have a picture of him with my brother on his 100th birthday. I also have another picture of him with my grandfather, my father and myself, four generations of Holloways, taken in the front room in the Holloway home. My grandparents also had an old schoolbook that had a picture of the Holloway house. I wish I knew more about it.
The picture on your website brought back memories for me. I know that when the expressway came through, my grandfather was not too happy. He was not given a choice to sell his land for the road that went right through the middle of his farm. After the road went in, he had to go miles and miles out of his way, to get to the other side to farm to what was just on the other side of the road. In the later years, he went more into livestock and less into farming. My grandmother, Bernice was a schoolteacher when she married and had her three boys. I always thought she was one of the most dignified and classiest “farm wives”.
She was definitely not a stereotypical “farm wife”. She did the canning and baking and all the things that farm wives do, she just had a certain flare that I always admired. Her apple pie knew no equal! My grandfather was very much a stereotypical farmer. He always wore a blue jean shirt and overalls with his straw hat, except when they went to church. My grandfather’s sister Jeanette, (married to Oscar, I cannot remember they’re last name), did an extensive history of the Holloway name and genealogy. I do not know what happened to that either. I know she spent years and years working on it.
Pat (Holloway) Schiele, living in Georgia