The Raccoon

Brenda, Teri and Cousin Denny with pet raccoon about 1961

There are some experiences in life that are so memorable that I wish I could take my children and grandchildren back in time to share with them.  Chasing fireflies is one, having a pet raccoon is another.  I am always telling my family about my pet raccoon but I am not sure they really believed me.  



     Writing and sharing this  picture can scarcely capture the fun of having that little guy sleeping on my lap.

     At this time we lived on a farm in Williamsburg, Kansas.  I would have been about five or six years old and in the first grade. I remember wearing those brown round toed shoes on the first day of school. The big tractor tire that we are sitting on was a sandbox that I used to spend hours in. My younger sister Brenda, on the left is about three years old with my cousin Denny on the right. My pet raccoon is stretched out sleeping on my lap. 
     I used to carry my baby raccoon around nestled in a towel in the bottom of a small brown basket with a wooden handle.  I fed him from a bottle just like a baby. Sometimes he would help hold onto it. As he grew he would wander all over the house hiding anything that was shiny, when you couldn't find something the first place you looked was in his "nest."  I was fascinated by his little black hands holding his food, just like people, and rolling it around while dunking it in water.  Most pets like dogs and cats just eat from the bowl.  Not raccoons, they pick it up.
      I think taking care of him brought out the mothering instinct in me. I loved this little guy. As he got older he made lots mischief getting into things. I am also sure my mom did not enjoy this wild critter raiding her house. The sad day for me came when we had to let him go back into the wild because he got mean.  One day he bit my Dad, which did not go over well. I think that I am glad he never bit me! 

     So you have to ask, what does all of this have to do with family history? Apparently I wasn't the first one in the family fascinated by these little bandits.  Here is a photo of my Grandmother (the little girl on the left),  and my Great Grandmother and her sister.  It's not the best picture but you can clearly see a raccoon in front of them drinking from a bottle. I love their cloche hats typical of the 1920's!  

     Baby raccoons must be easy to come by in Kansas.  As a child having a raccoon for a pet brings back warm memories and connects me to my grandmothers that loved this critter just like me. 

Marie Bell Hayden/Bien - great grandmother
Loene Loena Smith/Hayes - grandmother
James Dewayne Hayes & Shirley Brooks parents of
Teri, Brenda and James Hayes

Serving up Love - Loene Leona Smith/Hayes 1920-2006

      Many of us can relate yummy food to an environment of comfort and love.  Grandma Hayes made the most wonderful homemade noodles in a delicious chicken broth.  This was then ladled over big helpings of  buttery whipped potatoes.  It makes me hungry just thinking about it.  Then when I was so full I thought I'd burst they would ladled on more. 
     The potatoes were often served in this brown crockery bowl pictured above sitting on the dinner table. Enjoying this meal are  left to right is Grandma Loene Hayes, Uncle Leslie (standing), Grandpa James Wesley Hayes and Aunt Lola Hayes.  
     This yummy dish was served up with a heaping helping of laughter, love and belonging to a family that cared and enjoyed being together. 
     I am still amazed at the way Grandma made her noodles. She  mixed up the ingredients right on her cutting board. I am so blessed to have a photo of this precious memory. 

     While visiting my Dad in 2008 my Uncle Leslie graciously presented to me grandma's stoneware bowl. His generous gift nearly brought me to tears.  It is now one of my greatest treasures. 

Loene Leona Smith/ Hayes & James Wesley Hayes
parents of 
Nancy Armida Hayes
Lola
Leslie
James Dewayne Hayes
father of  
Teri, Brenda, James Leland, Bryan and Cris.

I hope that there are some that enjoy this story from the Hayes family.  My father was the last Hayes. He has three children, ten grandchildren and at last count twenty six ggrandchildren and two gggrandchildren.  A large legacy for sure but he was the last to bear the Hayes family name. 

Uncle Leslie had no children, Lola had four with the last name Cowdin and the youngest Aunt Nancy (not pictured) had one daughter with the surname Crosby.  

Virgil D. Smith

Tall 6'2", blue eyed, brown hair, ruddy completion, guitarist, and adventurer. If it is true,"that a picture says a thousand words" then Virgil is a perfect example.  The pin stripped suit and fur collar were fashion statements of the 1920's. I was told by his daughter that he was a real ladies man but he was eventually captured by my great grandmother Marie Bell Hayden. They married in 1919. This must have been where my dad inherited this "ladies man" trait. Virgil was born 01 February 1901 in Emporia, Lyon County, Kansas and died in San Diego, California. 

                                                                        

Virgil D. Smith                    

father of                              

Loene Leona Smith/Hayes

mother of                            

James Dewayne Hayes        

father of                                  

Teri Lynette Hayes