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Dear Little Maud

This page is all that remains of an autograph book that belonged to Great-Grandma Young, Maude Lee Stout. Perhaps she kept this particular page, and stored it in the bookcase because the inspiring verse was inscribed by her mother, Frances Rebecca Lavina (Smith) Stout. Maude was 12 years old, and her mother was age 36.

March 12.th 1888
Dear Little Maud
Within this book so pure and
white let none but friends presume
to write; and may each line
with friendship given direct the
readers thoughts to heaven.

Your Mother Rebecca F. Stout

The other side of the page seems to be a farewell from a friend.

To my dear Maud
Jan 6/89
Kittie Frazier
Above all be patient whith those that love
When many miles from here your rove
Remember your friend at Cedar Grove

Semper ? P ?

The 1880 census shows both the Stout and Frazier families living in Cedar Grove, Walker County, Georgia. Most likely, Maude and her family were preparing to leave Georgia in 1889, and move to Howe, Grayson County, Texas.


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Uncle George

The above picture of Uncle George as a young teen-ager is the only remaining picture in the album mailed to Dad while he was in Korea. I sure would like to have seen the picture that caused Grandmother and Papa to laugh. It seem like I remember that Grandmother always spelled the word Daddy as Dady.

Sunday morn
Aug 17. 52

My Dear Sam.
This is part of the pictures Hollis took when he was up here. As you can see some are not so good. We have had some good laughs over the one around the table. Dady thinks he is so funny and I know I am. I will send another album tomorrow. If these are too many to keep up with you can send them back and I will take care of them. If not keep them. Sure is hot weather here.


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Sam Rayburn, 1882-1961, of Bonham,Texas, was a Texas legislator, congressman, and Speaker of the United States House of Representatives for seventeen years. He was elected to the House of Representatives as a Democrat in 1912, and represented the Fourth Texas District for forty-eight years, until his death in 1961.

The following letter of condolence from Sam Rayburn to Grandma Young (Maude L. Young) in the death of her husband, George, on 7 January 1945, was a good example of how closely the congressman kept in touch with his constituents. Mr. Rayburn was known for his contrasting wardrobes; while in Washington D.C. he wore suits, starched shirts, and well-polished shoes, but when visiting the people of Northeast Texas, he switched to informal shirts, jeans, and boots. Mr. Rayburn’s identification with the residents of his largely rural district made him an effective legislator. He was responsible for numerous projects that increased the quality of life for our family, such as rural electrification, farm-to-market roads, Lake Texoma, and Perrin Air Force Base.

I have a vague memory of going with Dad to the Sam Rayburn Library in Bonham to see a picture of Papa (Samuel W. Young, Sr.) with Sam Rayburn.

I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase and this is what I found.

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Dear Aunt Charollet

Two little girls sharpened their pencils twenty-six years ago today, and went to work crafting thank you notes for Christmas gifts. They creatively expressed their thankfulness, and the sunny paper remains imbued with the unmistakable fragrance of love and affection for Aunt Charlotte. Grandmother Rachel served as spelling consultant, and a great time was had by all!

I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase and this is what I found.

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Don’t Forget George’s

Grandma Maude tucked this letter into The Bookcase, and I’m glad that we can enjoy it today.

Dear Mrs. Young,
I don’t have anything new to tell but I know you are looking for a letter so will let you have what I know.

We are all fine, had a sweet long letter from George Fri, but haven’t heard since. He told me I wouldn’t as he may go to Pittsburg Penn, on Fri. That is 350 miles from where he is so I guess he went or I would have heard. Altho he was low on Stamps & money when he wrote. He told me not to send him sweet things So I am trying to think up some other things he would enjoy. I have him a radio, which will be a big surprise to him I hope. Be sure and not forget a[nd] tell him in your letter because I want to surprise him.

I have been sewing on the grandsons robes. It’s not easy either to not be able to try them on even tho I took the measurements Thurs.

Richard is begging for an air Rifle for Christmas, but Sam just pulls a stunt when he mentions one. So I don’t know how he will come out. I don’t think It would be bad as Richard is by him Self, not any children around here for him to play with. That is where the danger comes in I think.

I have been making some cuptowels & pot holders for Marg birthday. Don’t forget George’s because he is so far away. The 11th[.] I sent his card today. It was early but I got mine early too.

We are having some nice weather, haven’t we?

Tonight is my night to stay up til 11 oclock to watch “Tonight” Do you watch Jack Parr & Elsa Maxwell I enjoy them on Tru Tue night.

I am glad to get my machine back. Can’t get along very well without one. Charlotte got most of her sewing done. while she had had it.

Well I must write Margaret

Love, Rachel

I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase, and this is what I found.


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“The Oak Speaks”

Grandma’s Bookcase contained a variety of books that I enjoyed reading when I was growing up. The Speaking Oak, published in 1902, intrigued me because I wanted to know more about a talking tree. The book included 300 stories about distinguished persons with titles like “A Flagman Crushed to Death Rescuing a Child,” “Lincoln and His Pet Pig,” and “The Bellman Who Died at His Post.”

The following story about Ira Sanky interested me because I had seen Mr. Sankey’s name in the Baptist Hymnal.


At the East Northfield Conference of 1900, Mr. Sankey told this incident: Mr. Moody and I were riding in a railway carriage in Scotland, and I read aloud to him a little poem that had caught my eye in the corner of the paper, and I had cut out for my scrap-book. We went to the great assembly hall of Edinburgh. It was in May, 1874. Mr. Moody and a number of others spoke that morning on the subject “The Good Shepherd.” The last speaker was Dr. Horatius Bonnar. He spoke so softly and kindly that we could feel the presence of the Good Shepherd in our hearts. When he got through, Mr. Moody stepped down to where I was sitting and asked me if I had anything appropriate to sing. I could not think of anything but the twenty-third Psalm, and that had been sung three times before during the service. All at once the impression came to me to sing that little hymn I found on the train. But that was followed by the thought “How can I sing without a tune?” Yet the impression came back to sing the song. I opened my book to where I had placed the little hymn and drew my thoughts away from the crowd. I uttered a short prayer to God to help me to sing in such a way that the people could hear and understand me. I started in on A flat, and God gave me the ntoes as I went along. I got through the first verse all right, but the thought came again, “How am I going to get through the next?” I uttered a silent prayer to God again, and he answered me. I got through the second all right. And by the time I got to the fifth verse I knew the tune, and the “Ninety and Nine” was born. From that day to this not a note has been changed.

I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase and this is what I found.
From an 1874 Scottish audience to a world-wide YouTube audience, here’s a claymation rendition of Sankey’s “Ninety and Nine.”

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I am deeply grateful for the freedoms that allow me to celebrate Thanksgiving according to my own convictions and my own conscience. Empty chairs around Thanksgiving tables of many military families will be visual reminders that our freedoms are bought with a price. Although it’s appropriate to express prayers of gratitude for our military each and every day, I look forward to a special, designated day to offer thankful prayers to the Lord for the men and women who serve and sacrifice on behalf of our great country, here in the United States and in far-off lands.

Not only am I grateful for those who currently serve, but also for those who served in the past, like my dad and uncles. Dad celebrated Thanksgiving in Korea when he was twenty-two years old. In the following letter, he describes his Thanksgiving holiday and activities.

Nov. 28, 1952
Dearest Folks,

The last couple of days have been holidays and we have taken full advantage of them.

Yesterday morning we went hunting, few of us guys. But we couldn’t spot anything. We really fired our weapons a lot. I have an automatic carbine and it fires about 30 rounds as fast as you can blink an eye.

When we got back we had a big Thanksgiving dinner. It was good and seems as though everybody done their best to make the day enjoyable. Today the whole Regt. had what is known as a field day. We stayed out all day and played organized games & sports of all kinds. We had a good time but we all are very tired. In the morning I played football and this afternoon we had vollyball & relay races & tug of war against Co’s & different plattoons.

Tomorrow is inspection day and we get back to business.

While chow was being served today George Co. had some more trouble. While on line they were always getting a bunch of men killed or wounded. It wasn’t anyones fault, just seemed bad luck. One of their guys stepped on something today, it exploded & injured 13 of them. None of them were hurt too bad, but so many things like that happen on the hill it just makes them seem very unlucky.

After all the activity I’m pretty tired so will go to bed early.

How is Margaret & _____. Hope all are well. Tell her if Ray gets over hear while were off line I’ll get a pass and go see him. He’ll have a good deal if he stays in the artillery.

Guess I should have a little nephew or cousin by now. Wish Margaret & it a Merry Christmas for me.

I’m just waiting for the 1st of the year so I can say next month I’m going home.

Well guess I’ll close for now and write more later.

Lots of Love,

Happy Thanksgiving! And I hope you have a field day!

I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase and this is what I found.

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